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shalotttower · 4 months

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The Unknown Variable

Title: The Unknown Variable Fandom: Death Note Summary: Special was never your brand. Now the weight of it is simply too heavy. Word count: 2600+ Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female) Notes: yandere L, kidnapping, L and Reader were together in Wammy's House, Reader is tricky: there's some sort of imposter syndrome, but it's not too pronounced, L is a little bit of a dick, explicit language, triggering words.

You came to Wammy's House the same year as him.

In your simple dress, with scratched shoes and hair cut short by your previous caretakers, no one paid you much attention. Just another orphan for Watari's collection, just another face to pass through the halls, that's what you were. Densely packed with brightness - bright children with bright futures - you got lost among their splendor very quickly. Intelligences and minds were relative, and it didn't take long to understand that there existed more than one tier in the hierarchy of extraordinary.

You weren't exceptional.

You weren't dim.

Not slow, not dense, merely the kind of gifted that fit into Wammy's definition of "gifted" without exceeding it. The kind that was too smart to go to a public school, but unable to stand out in this environment.

It was fine. You didn't come there to be special.

You came because you had nowhere else to go and Wammy's House gave you a bed, a roof over your head, food on the table. It was as close to a home that you'd ever get and certainly better than your time in foster care. You could ask for toys, books, whatever caught your fancy, and count on it to be provided without much question.

What you couldn't ask for was affection. Not from Watari nor his staff nor the other children, and you think...you think all of you shared that same affliction to a various extent - a kind of general numbness, a disconnect between where a heart was beating and a brain was processing.

In this, you suppose, L fit right in, while failing miserably at everything else.

You found him odd, with his hunched back and wide eyes and messy hair. He wasn't rude or cruel but seemed to lack the basic social graces and had this air of superiority around himself, like he knew he was smarter, quicker and stronger than everyone else and didn't bother to pretend otherwise.

He played alone and hoarded toys that he liked. He answered questions before they were fully asked. You watched L solve puzzles in minutes when it took older children at least fifteen, twenty, sometimes thirty. Maths, sciences, linguistics, history, law - he seemed to sample them all, eventually moving onto the next. Slept irregular hours, and the blue glow of his computer screen was an ever present feature every time you got up at night to use the restroom and passed by his room.

L was brilliant and strange, and looked down on you since the very first moment.

You didn't like him much.

You watched him grow into his gangly limbs, become more lanky and hunch a few inches more, a quick-draw intellect with a tendency to chew at his thumbnail whenever he concentrated, stare too much and pick people apart as easily as he solved problems.

He got under your skin more than once, and seemed to have a vendetta of sorts or at least you thought so, with the way he liked to study your words or personality. He never outright called you stupid, but you once found him flipping through your journal and when you confronted him about it-

"You write simple."

"What?"

L turned another page, then tapped his nail against the margin. "Simple," he repeated, looking at you. "Short sentences, simple punctuation. Not bad necessarily..." He closed the journal with a soft thump. "But simplistic. You should-"

"I'm not vying for the Booker Prize," you said and took your journal back, he didn't resist. "It's just a diary, meant for me and me only. It doesn't need to be complicated, and you had no right to stick your nose in."

You were never meant to be special, but what you undeniably had was the lack of restraint in expressing your exact opinions.

"You left it on your desk," L said, unfazed. "You shouldn't leave personal belongings lying around if you don't want others to touch them. And the cipher key isn't difficult to figure out."

"It's still not an invitation," you told him, pointedly hiding the notebook behind your back.

It was the last time you spoke with L before leaving Wammy's House and entering adulthood; and you hardly considered it a great loss. You learned to make better ciphers and keep your things close without letting them out of sight, along with how to buy groceries, open a bank account, cook your own meals, do your own laundry and many other mundane skills which an orphanage resident had no real reason to practice.

A chance or probability of ever running into him again could be easily calculated as zero. Special was never your brand, no genius lurked beneath the surface, no brilliance that could solve mysteries in less than twenty four hours. You were observant, definitely, and had your own strengths, but on the scale of extraordinary you'd rank yourself somewhere in the middle, a notch above average and below exceptional.

That's why waking up years later in an unfamiliar bedroom, surrounded by deceptively familiar walls, furniture and bookshelves, with absolutely no memory of how you got there, made no sense.

In fact, it should have ended with boarding a plane, you were heading home after a lengthy business trip. That's what you clearly remembered - getting into the car that had arrived to pick you up from the hotel. Fastening the seat belt, and then nothing. The timeline smudged into one single faded splotch.

You reached for your phone only to find it missing. Bag, wallet, documents - everything was gone.

That...that didn't look good.

You carefully scanned the room. It held an uncanny resemblance to your own, with the same layout and furniture. Same closet, same bed. A twin to the quilt thrown over you. No windows. Your suitcase lay in the corner, and provided no insight as to how and why you'd been brought here. Everything was a replica, an almost-perfect duplicate, but somehow not.

It smelled wrong. Pleasant yet not the way it should; cleaner, less dusty, and warmer.

You mind went through the loops of what it could be: ransom (why? you had a humble income and no significant family), organ harvesting (too nice of a bedroom for such purposes), trafficking (again: too nice, no traffickers were known to transport people into neat and homey places), a bizarre accident (hardly, the door and the rest of the interior pointed towards careful planning).

Nothing seemed plausible, and that was the most unsettling part, the obscure, unknown variable which didn't let you make a prediction. The room...someone tailored it to you, your interests, that much you could say with 100% certainty.

But who and why - that remained a question.

The door opened.

"You," the word hung, suspended.

"You're awake." His posture hasn't changed, if anything it was worse than you remembered, hunched shoulders and slouching spine, hands buried deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans. Still slender but not as gangly anymore, he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "How are you feeling?"

The dark circles under his eyes were bigger and even more pronounced, like diluted ink spilled on a napkin.

You didn't answer.

"What am I doing here?" you asked instead and pushed yourself upright. The blanket fell from your lap, pooling down on the floor.

L's expression was familiar, one he used to wear whenever he was thinking. He rubbed his lower lip but otherwise chose to stay silent.

"Well? Are you going to explain or keep standing there?" You crossed your arms and glared at him, hiding the trembling of your fingers. You both did this sometimes back at Wammy's House, tried to over-stare each other in a contest, stubborn to a fault and unwilling to yield first. It always surprized you that he indulged in something so childish and silly.

Of all people you expected to see him least; the last conversation between you happened over six years ago.

L won the game again and you looked away.

"A series of events occurred, and I felt it to be beneficial for your well-being that you stay here," he replied after a moment, choosing each word like it was an item on a menu and not an explanation of your abduction. "You will find everything provided and within reach," L looked around the room, lingering on the bookshelves and desk. "If you prove cooperative."

You felt you eyebrows slowly rising to your hairline. "Excuse me?"

"Cooperative. The faster-"

"I'm not deaf."

His mouth twitched, like he disapproved of your manners - you ignored it. Took a deep breath and rubbed your temples, counted to ten, then exhaled through your nose.

"I'm leaving. Where's my phone?"

He didn't attempt to stop you, not when you slipped into your shoes, not when you headed for the door, not when your fingertips reached for the handle. It turned just fine, and for a second you were almost convinced that he decided to prank you (a very weird and fucked up prank, you had to admit).

What was on the other side looked like a regular apartment with an open floorplan, spacious and absolutely ordinary, except for the blackout curtains covering the windows, and the main door - thick, metal, - more suited for a vault, rather than a house. The locks appeared equally sophisticated. You swallowed, and a voice that always told you when something was not quite right, came out full force.

"Where's my phone," you repeated, voice quiet and dull, more of a statement than a question.

L remained silent, with that same blank stare which you used to despise as a child and a slight curve of his mouth. You know the answer, it said, now ask the right questions.

It was quiet, except for the ticking of the clock and the low hum of an AC unit.

A faint noise to your left caught your attention, the hairs on the back of your neck rose. In the middle of the carefully decorated living room, between a couch and a coffee table, you covered your mouth.

There were more wrinkles around Watari's eyes than you remembered and he looked older, hair gone to silver. Dressed in a black suit and a simple apron, it was him without any doubt or confusion. A chopping board and several ingredients covered the marble counter in a clear pattern of a soon to be cooked meal, carrots and mushrooms, bell peppers, fresh parsley. Celery. A single potato.

A needle with a plastic cap near the fruit bowl.

'I'm leaving.'

The words died on your tongue.

"No," you heard L's voice reach you from the layers of white noise which buzzed inside your head, "you're not. And I would prefer to not use force to persuade you."

There was a strange sort of finality in his tone, calm and absolute, and Watari, the man who raised all of you at Wammy's, the man who provided a roof, and books, and games, and never denied a request, simply nodded, then went on cutting carrots. As if this, as if your entire situation, was a mere triviality, not worth addressing.

Maybe it was a bad dream, you wondered. You fell asleep in the car and hallucinated an elaborate scenario, a noir plot plucked straight out of a movie.

It wasn't a movie.

They weren't joking.

In those few seconds while your mind processed everything in a scattered swirl of jumbled-up conclusions, you had a thought. A vase on your left looked sturdy enough. Two, three strides, grab it and swing - Watari was old. L was slim and thin.

"As you are now, I estimate 46% possibility of you injuring yourself and 8.3 % of you injuring me should you attempt to physically overpower me," L sounded close enough but you didn't turn around to check. "Along with 57% probability of Watari having to sedate you."

How did you go from nothing out of the ordinary to this, you often wondered later. In the apartment that looked normal, but was as far away from it as possible, with the orphanage prodigy whose brilliance used to frighten you back in your childhood, and the elderly man who used to serve tea and biscuits during breaks.

You looked down and found your fingers shaking. The odds were...against you.

"You're sick," you said finally. "Both of you." The irony of it was not lost, no. Of all people, someone to commit a crime of this audacity were the two individuals supposed to represent the pinnacle of legal justice.

Watari continued chopping vegetables. L made a step forward - you felt it more than saw - and it urged you to back away and out of his immediate reach, until you hit the wall. He studied your every move, steady, patient, not bothered by your accusation nor offended.

"No," you whispered and raised one trembling hand, as though it could offer you any kind of protection. Your throat felt too tight, like something was wrapped around it, pressing harder with each breath. "You fucking stay where you are."

L stopped moving.

"I can assure you," he said after a moment. "You're perfectly safe here. I have no intention of harming you, unless you prove unwilling to cooperate."

Your eyes darted towards Watari again. L's gaze followed.

"He won't hurt you either."

That didn't make you feel much better. Your phone was gone. Your documents - also missing. If you managed somehow to pass that door, you had no idea where you'd end up. It could be a regular apartment complex, or it could be the middle of nowhere. "Why am I here?" You asked again, but the question held different tone this time with the underlying implication.

L tucked his hands back inside his pockets. "I enjoy your company. My efficiency increases when I think about you and decreases by 17.3% when you're not in my vicinity."

Company. You blinked and rubbed your face, fingertips cold and clammy. "We talked four times when we were kids and none of those were pleasant experiences."

"Six," he corrected, "we talked six times, and our conversations, while short, were often...entertaining. Stimulating. You possess a particular way of thinking which I find intriguing. You're not intimidated by my intellect. You are not intimidated by many things."

"I don't want to talk with you," you said flatly. "You kidnapped me. I want my documents, I want my phone, I want to get the fuck out of this-" you inhaled slowly and focused, felt your heartbeat steadying just enough to not run across the room, yelling and screaming bloody murder, "whatever this is."

"Well, I do."

Despite the fact that you've just woke up, you felt tired. Arguing with him as a child was like running against a brick wall. Talking to him as an adult proved similar - exhausting and fruitless, nothing you said ever made the smallest dent in whatever notions L had in his head, not back then and definitely not now.

A laugh bubbled in your throat, and it probably seemed more hysterical than intended. You pushed away from the wall. "You need professional help, and I need to sleep. Don't," you pointed a finger in his direction when he twitched forward. "Don't come near me."

You headed for what was supposed to be your bedroom, or rather a cell - matters of perspective. The absurdity of the situation didn't lessen when the door closed behind, but at least huddled up in a ball beneath the quilt, with the muffled sounds from the outside you could rest your head and think clearly again.

Tomorrow you will assess everything from the new angle and then...

Then everything will be fine.

Everything will be normal.

Okay.

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heyheydidjaknow · 11 months

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If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere L and near with a darling that has a hard time expressing their emotions even after being kidnapped by him they just don't know how to feel about it so they just kind of accepted

And they really don't see the point in fighting back

Sorry if this sounds weird or you're not taking requests

Dude I’m already down to answer these sorts of things.

Neither of them would expect you to be okay after being forcefully taken from your old life just because you happened to catch the attention of powerful people. The difference is just in how concerning this revelation is.

Near probably wouldn’t be too bothered by it. As far as he’d be concerned your assimilation is a net positive regardless of the reason. It could obviously be a trick so he’s not going to totally let his guard down or anything but your compliance would generally be welcomed.

L would most likely be a bit more concerned. Aloofness is fine; if you were not super expressive before and you aren’t now then that’s not a big deal. Dissociation and a loss of hope, on the other hand, is not, the logic being that your compliance is a sign that either he’s taken you from a worse position or there is some underlying thing going on, and seeing as mental and physical health are closely linked getting that taken care of is a priority. Expect some form of psychological evaluation on his part; the last thing he wants after all this effort is for you to die on him.

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dearestones · 1 year

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Necessary Compliance (Yandere! L x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere behavior.

Anonymous Request: yandere L fic where the reader has ‘accepted’ that that probably wont be let out, but that doesnt mean they are gonna make life with him easy. They wont eat, drink, talk etc. Anything he does try will be met with resistance every step of the way

"It's not poisoned."

You simply stared down into your bowl of soup, the contents of which was foreign to you and more than likely the product of whatever city you were taken to. Ten minutes ago, it was hot enough that the steam was gently wafting up to your face to coat it with condensation. Despite the disgust that bubbled in your stomach, desperately seeking to be let out, you held your tongue and remained focused on keeping calm.

At this point, this was the only course of action you could take.

For the past four weeks, three days, seven hours, and ten minutes, you had been surprisingly... cooperative for a person who had been held against their will. L supposed that it was psychology at work. After all, he had been nothing if not kind and accommodating to your needs. Every day, you were provided with nutritious meals, ample space for exercise, and access to a high quality shower and hygienic products. If anything else, you were cordial.

But that simply wasn’t enough.

If L had been trying to coerce you into admitting a crime through humane means such as this—as opposed to some of his more unsavory methods—he would have let you go already. However, that simply wasn’t the case. Rather, you were an innocent civilian who had been practically plucked off the street, your only connection to L only a byproduct of circumstance and coincidence. Had you been in the mood for banter, you would have brought up that topic once more, but you were tired.

And you no longer cared.

As your captivity stretched from days to weeks, which eventually morphed into months, you realized that there was no escape. Why even try? L had a vast array of resources at his very disposal. Wherever he went, there was sure to be a retinue of guards hiding somewhere within the premises, their gazes trained on you should you ever escape your captor’s grasp.

And even if L wasn’t as powerful as your mind made him seem, he was still vastly intelligent and if need be, could quickly and physically overpower you.

On all fronts, physical and mental, you were forced against the wall with nowhere to turn.

So.

This.

You would comply.

You would be quiet.

But that didn’t mean that you would bow down to his whims.

As you continued to give your bowl of soup a glare that would have reheated it back to its steaming glory, L finally conceded to obey his baser desires. Normally, the famed detective would have left you to your own devices, often asking his closest advisor, a man that he called Watari despite his very British accent, to feed you instead. However, it had been at least two weeks since you’ve last spoken and even longer since you’ve raised a hand against him. Some might call what you were doing progress—a tamed beast.

However, you were a far cry from who you were before.

And L wanted you back.

You heard him get up from his seat, his feet padding towards you before a cold, spindly hand grasped your chin. Disciplined and spiteful, you kept your mouth closed to keep your gasp from reaching his ears. If there was one thing you knew about L, it was that once you had given him the satisfaction, you might as well have let him win this battle of wills.

It had been a while since you had let down your guard, but you couldn't let up now. Hunger, which gnawed and clawed at the insides of your stomach and made your hands tremble with the aching need of want, you could ignore. Thirst, the heavenly fire that coated the insides of your throat with raw sand, you could mildly alleviate with the taste and heat from your saliva.

You were above human desires.

You could beat L at his own game.

In this way, you were better than L—top detective and most brilliant man most people would have killed to have met at least once in their life.

"The last time you refused to eat, you lasted three days before you gave up." He jerked your head up so that you had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

The first time you met him, you had faced him the same way. That is to say, you kept your eyes trained downwards, your gaze never quite meeting his. You wouldn't say that you were shy, but you definitely were not confident in how you appeared before him.

But when you met gazes for the first time, you knew what L exactly was.

L was not human.

He was a parasite who wore the skin of a human as if it were a pair of ill fitting pants. He fed off your every emotion, the fights that you would instigate by not feeding into his delusional fantasies that one day you would cede your very soul and spirit to him. He knew better, of course he did, but that didn't stop him from staring at you as if you were a science project.

What could he do to manipulate you? To make you finally be his?

If physical violence didn't work, then what about promises of riches? Of delights that could only be experienced by those with power and influence like himself?

And if enticing you with human temptations such as that wouldn't be the thing to make you heel to him, then what about sweet honeyed words that dripped with a poison that would slowly but surely rot your brains and make you that much more malleable to his whims.

The day would come, you knew this, but until then, you tried to remain steadfast.

L's nails, freshly cut, dug deep into your skin.

"Shall I call Watari? We can have you fed intravenously if need be."

That threat had been hanging over your head ever since you began your quiet rebellion. Although you had managed to cave into your hunger before you were forced to give up your autonomy, you managed to glimpse L's faithful servant hauling in equipment that made your blood go cold. You knew that L was not against going against the law to achieve what he wanted most.

It was the results that mattered in the end, not how he got there.

At this point, you shouldn't be surprised, but...

It frightened you.

You were taken away from everything you had known, stripped of your most basic rights, and now, you were going to be force fed as if you were lower than an animal.

L crouched in front of you. Although appearing as if he were shorter than you, the control he had over the situation never wavered.

From the very beginning, you had no chance.

"Well?" His voice was monotone, but you could hear the mild mocking lilt underlying his voice. "What would you rather do?"

You could only comply, the idea of debasing yourself was too much.

You ate and every bite that slid down your throat was tasteless and ashy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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Platonic yandere L as an older brother?

I've noticed a trend towards platonic family yanderes... I'm an only child so my depiction of siblings might not be accurate (which in this case might even be good cause yandere would not be healthy but still) but if you guys still like it then be my guest~

Platonic yandere L as an older brother

The two both of you were incredibly young when Watari found the both of you, dirty and disheveled and clearly not taken care of by an adult, with L protectively holding your hand in his, mustering the man who was doing the same to the two of you. It didn’t take much consideration for the founder of the orphanage to take the both of you in, understanding of your wariness but strict with getting you guys clean and proper. Before long your older brother’s genius was discovered which he undeniably still used for what he had always done, protect you.

While the two of you studied, apparently you were considerably smart, too, it was obvious that you would later on work together. Not only did the two of you know what the other was thinking without any words needed, you also complemented each other. While your older brother was more intimitating, you seemed almost harmless to approach, causing other people to let their guard down around you, a big mistake.

Otherwise the two of you enjoyed playing together, L always readily entertaining you, whether you wanted to play legos, have him tell you a story or play hide and seek, nothing was off the table as you basically spent your days just the two of you, others rarely joining. Another thing you enjoyed was baking, less because of the activity itself and more because of the reactions your older brother gave you. He seemed flustered and surprised the first few times before happily digging into the treats, wordlessly grabbing some of them and giving them to you, telling you to eat them despite you literally being the one who made them. You accepted with a smile nonetheless.

Should he ever notice you having an interest in anything, he’ll ask Watari to bring you related stuff almost immediately. You remember the one time you had read about dinosaurs, excitedly telling L about them only to later come back to your room filled with all kinds of stuffed animals, figurines, books and the like. You still had most of them, actually. L had them transported to a safe house even though you had tried to argue against it, not that that had made much of a difference. He had only sadly asked you if you did not wish to keep his gifts, crushing your arguments with one sorrowful look that you could no longer disagree with.

The first case you got together was finished surprisingly quickly. Either the official authorities overlooked some clues before handing the case over or the two of you made the perfect pair of detectives. L and you decided that it was both. Over the years you decided which crimes to solve and did so effortlessly, quickly growing a favorable reputation. Though those people did not know that behind the facade of L, two people stood, despite your brother being the one you called the same initial.

Wherever you guys went, you were somehow always the most guarded, the most protected, your older brother never shying away from hiring the best of the best to guarantee your safety. That is to say, the one he trusted the most to safeguard you was himself. He only allowed you to go out to areas that he considered safe and only with multiple bodyguards, though he relented that these should hide themselves appropriately so you could at least pretend to be normal. While he never said that you were not allowed to leave without him, no matter how much you pressed him on the matter, he always only agreed to your outings when he had time and therefore went with you. At the end of the day you did not mind though, finding your time spend together quite enjoyable.

That is to say, when he was not pranking you. He seemed to have a bit of a sadistic humor that he would never admit to, switching your shampoo with coloring right when you prepared to go out, tying your shoelaces together when you were about to leave in a rush and so on. You did notice the pattern of such incidents only happening when you wanted to leave and had spoken to him many times about the matter, but your older brother just played dumb, Watari even playing along. All of your attempts to evade his little surprises have yet to succeed.

When the two of you got another case, you did not think anything of it yet. It did strike you as interesting and strange, but it wasn’t the first in the category, even when you had to wear a medical mask around everyone else on order of L. You did understand that he was worried, but he did not seem to agree that if you had to wear the covering, so should he. Just as he wanted to protect you, you wanted to do the same for him, but he only explained that it was the best way to catch Kira. There was no reason to be overly bothered, after all, the best team had taken on this case. Your mask was only something to let his mind rest, he had explained.

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tinandabin · 2 years

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yandere L x reader who possess magic. ( wanda maximoff's type of magic. )

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devourable · 8 days

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⚠︎ the stalker

sfw, mdni, beta read by @fluffula | tags ;; masc yandere x gn reader — stalking (duh), themes of self deprecation/lack of self worth, erotomania

hii im back from my unannounced hiatus bc i have more time on my hands :] ik vega didnt win the poll but fsr theyre the only one i could get myself to write sooo 🫶 i know im super rusty since I haven't written in ages so sorry if this is a lackluster return fic. it just be like that

vega just wasn’t the type of person that people liked. it was a fact, and he was well aware of it.

they were lanky and awkward, unkempt, and often didn’t know what to say or do in any given social situation. no one went out of their way to interact with them and vice versa. the few times he ended up around others anyway, he always found himself sidelined by the few people he could refer to as friends — they’d never be the focus, if they weren’t forgotten about entirely.

they weren’t anyone’s first choice. hell, they weren’t a second or third choice, either. it was a sad existence that he had accepted long ago — why bother trying to fit in if he wasn’t wanted? he was so boring, he wouldn’t wanna hang out with himself either, anyway. so every day and every night, they were alone.

then, he met you.

it started so simply. you started working at the same office as them, and they knew off the bat that it was your first time in a place like this. they expected nothing of you — maybe a lukewarm greeting as you passed each other during the workday, but not much more than that. so it surprised them when after your introduction, you rounded their desk and gently asked if they could show you around. maybe it was something about your tone, maybe it was that friendly look in your eye, maybe it was just you as a whole. but something about you just got them. they were out of their chair before they realized it.

they weren't the talkative type, but it didn't matter — you kept asking questions during the entire tour. what was that room for? how long had they been working there? did they like working there? you wanted their attention and they for the life of them couldn’t get why. even less so, they didn’t understand why they were so ready to give it to you. they couldn't help the way they stuttered out their answers to your questions, nor the way their face flushed after you laughed at the way they responded. but you did have to work, so you withdrew from them eventually to do just that.

well after you departed to your cubicle, you remained on their mind. your voice, the way you laughed, how you looked, it all swirled around in their mind as they sat in their desk. it remained that way the entire day, the following night, and the day after — they couldn't get you off their mind!

you chose him. you chose him, out of everyone else in the office. you were the only person that did that, and it made them feel so seen. so real, so… loved? was this what love was? the pounding in their chest and their flushed face would make him believe so. they couldn’t wait to see you again. just the thought of you returning the next day and every day after that bloomed butterflies in their tummy.

vega’s longing for you only grew more and more intense after every passing day. every day you came to work, they’d be the first to greet you and the last to bid you goodbye. they even changed their days off to match yours — going to work hardly seemed worth it if you weren’t there to make the day more bearable. every day they sat at their desk, daydreaming about spending time with you, going home with you, doing all the things they never imagined that they’d ever do before. and even though they were too awkward to seek you out during the work day, it didn’t stop them from staring at you every chance they got.

but after that first day, you paid less and less attention to them. you had work to do, after all, and no matter how hard they yearned for you, it grew harder to get you to notice them and harder for them to watch you. it was excruciating. for the first time in his life, vega wanted to be wanted — by you, specifically. he wanted your attention, your voice, your eyes on them again. but if they couldn’t have that, they needed to see you more to make up for it.

the stalking started small at first. occasionally following you when you got up from your desk to give a file to your supervisor or use the restroom, pretending to be distracted should you ever notice them (which you hardly did — they didn’t know if that bothered them or not). sometimes he ended his day at the same time yours ended so he could walk out with you, watching you leave from their car before they left themself. and eventually they started to follow you home directly. it was always from a distance. they wouldn’t want to frighten you, after all! it was okay as long as you weren’t bothered by it, he told himself.

he memorized your routine so he could base his own around it. you went to the store? he was going too. spending the day at the library? he was stalking after you from a different aisle. sometimes they’d leave little gifts on your doorstep just to see your bewildered reaction. watching you became his favorite pastime — they almost liked it more than talking to you directly. you somehow never noticed them lurking, staring at you from some shady hiding spot, panting and trembling just from the sheer excitement that your existence caused them. were you aware of just how cute you were when you thought no one was watching you? knowing all your bad habits, your mannerisms and all the things you did in private was exhilarating. it was like a secret for just the two of you. and whenever you came into work and talked to him like you usually did, it made him so fucking excited. did you know? maybe you did and you were fine with it. that had to be why you were so nice to them. they loved the idea of you liking their bad behavior.

vega had no plans of confessing to you anytime soon. he had so much fun stalking you, he saw no need to ruin it with his feelings. besides, you liked them back anyway — you had to have, why else would you let him get away with it for so long? he knew you wanted him, and he wanted you in return. all he had to do was wait for you.

#💌 vega l. ;; the stalker #i ;; the magician — my writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft #male yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere oc #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #yandere boy #xvii ;; the star — my ocs

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0asisbliss · 14 days

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Oh how he couldn’t breath without you. Oh how he needed you. His heart belonged to you in every way. He would risk everything for you. The feeling wasn’t foreign. No. Just because he felt something he’s never felt in a long time, or never at all. Was it love, or lust? Either way he must have his way with you. And he’ll stop at nothing to get that.

Shalnark, Uvogin, KURAPIKA, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shizuku, Illumi, (HXH) Giyuu, Sanemi, Gyomei, MUZAN, (DS) GOJO, Geto, SUKUNA, CHOSO, Yuuta, Yuuji, (JJK) L Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, (DN) Luffy, ACE, Law, Sanji, Shanks, (OP) Ranpo, DAZAI, Chuuya, (BSD) Aizawa, All might, Present Mic, (MHA) or any of your other favs.

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yanderenightmare · 2 months

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L "Lawliet"

rewatched Death Note and just couldn't resist...

TW: strict schooling ig, orphan reader, creepy behavior

gn reader

You were placed in Wammy’s House at an age you don’t remember. To you and most of the orphans here, it’s been your entire lives. Birthdays aren’t celebrated. The days are cold, the residents even colder. There was a time when you’d consider them brothers and sisters, but that’s also long ago now. No one is close to each other in this house.

It’s a rather stale existence with boring conditions unfit for normal children – the solitude, the competition, the games, always a ploy to make each other feel worthless. And for what… more riddles to solve?

You’d long lost interest in proving yourself among the prodigies. When you were given puzzles, you always played with them differently than the rest. They’d tell you to fill out the sheets, and you ended up making origami swans instead.

Looking around at the others, you knew you would never understand them – all blank faces staring into space. They all make you uneasy. You don’t know if it’s you or them that’s missing something, but you recognize it’s a rather pointless question to be begged.

So you leave your paper flock on the floor and walk away.

You’d started putting the chisel of a black marker to the library books in your spare time – trying to make something else out of the boring pages. Something more palatable than the droning of law and policy you’d already read ten times over.

You had blacked out the word doppelganger when there came a disturbance.

“You had 84% of them right.”

You peeked up from the book, lowering your knees from where you had them tucked close for privacy – sitting on the floor between two bookshelves – a little nook you’d discovered to hide yourself from the rest of the busy readers in the usually crowded library.

It was empty now. Everyone was otherwise busy with the test still.

And yet, a mess of black hair was crouched down in front of you, shadowing his equally dark eyes. He held your swans unfolded in his hands. It was a disturbing sight for some reason – as though he’d dissected their guts.

“You left 16% unanswered. Most people would test their luck and guess.”

L must have been the least creative alias born in the dull walls of Wammy’s House, and yet, he’s supposed to be the brightest of all those living there. He always finishes your tests early and leaves in favor of his own devices. Much like you, you suppose. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak before.

Suppose it’s only courtesy you pay him the same effort even when what you really want is to tell him to leave you alone…

You narrowed your eyes a bit, looking at him.

You sensed foul play in a game you had no wish to partake in but moved across the board like a sacrificial pawn anyway. That’s how you play these things, after all – never show your cards.

“There’s nothing to guess.” You sigh – despite knowing he already knows all this. “The blanks are trick questions.”

“So you noticed, too?” His eyes are like inkblots – much like those spills you’ve made in your book when you let the marker rest too long. He dropped your papers between you in favor of gripping his knees, leaning forward. “We’re the only ones.”

You purse your lips at his eagerness. You should have played dumb from the start – should have said you swiped the answer sheet from the headmaster’s office. He’d only spoken all but four sentences, and you were already exhausted. Any conversation with any one of your peers was like an interrogation.

“You started folding paper cranes when I was 94% done. Easy logistics would put you 6% ahead of me. But, unlike me, it didn’t seem you were filling out the answer sheets in any hurry. In fact… you seemed bored. And in that case, I’d put you around 16%, no... 18% ahead of me.”

You allowed the following silence to inform him that his ramblings were boring you. But it didn't seem he took the hint – showing no signs he planned on leaving.

Your eyes grew more jaded.

“Paper swans.” You corrected blandly. “You know my alias is Swan.”

You clapped your book together and sighed again.

“And we both know you were finished long before I started folding them.”

He had a small smile on his face. It looked as if you’d drawn it on with your marker.

“You can state all the percentages in the world to try and confuse me, but your mind games won’t get under my skin for one single simple reason, L…” You got up and brushed off the dust, then walked away while saying, “I’m not interested in playing – not with you or anyone else in this miserable place. So do me a favor and leave me alone.”

L watches you leave and taps his lips with his pointer.

Puzzles and answer sheets have bored him for a while. Maybe he ought to play with you instead…

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yancore #yandere L #yandere death note #yandere dn #yandere l lawliet #l lawliet #death note

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heartlyrins · 6 days

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Sooo I saw that you write for lnd 👉🏼👈🏼

Can I pretty please ask for big brother Zayne? I don't mind either being incest or stepcest you can pick

A fic would be lovely but just general headcanons of what you think big brother Zayne would be to reader would be fine too!! 🥺

- 🫧

PLAYING NURSE FOR BIG BROTHER !

˚₊‧desc— Zayne always needs a nurse at home, fortunately his little sister is there!

˚₊‧tw— dark content, incest, incest, incest, INCEST, smut, blowjob, riding, bimbo!reader, big brother!Zayne, reader is of age but very sheltered

˚₊‧a/n— My first named Anon and my first lnd ask!! Sorry I can't write a long full fic rn, I'm too busy :(

Growing up, you've always been under the care of your big brother. Once your parents died, you truly had nobody but him.

And it's not like you mind, you love your big brother! You wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Just the thought of your big brother being forced to work makes you sad the whole day.

Everytime he comes home, he says that you have to play nurse for him! That includes giving him medicine, bathing him, and giving him little kisses all over his face!

But there were times where he told you to do some.. extra tasks as a nurse. Why, of course it includes sucking his cock like a good girl.

Overtime, you realize all these 'extra tasks' seems to includes his cock one way or another. He says that it's normal for nurses to do that.

Sometimes nurses help their patient, or even their doctors! And you can't help but wonder, does all nurses do this?

"Welcome home, big brother!" you exclaim once he arrives at the front door, you help him take off his jacket and realizes he looks really tense.

You helped him to the couch, he must've been stressed at work since he isn't responding to anything you say at all!

You make a little pout before he sighs and ruffles your hair before unzipping his pants, letting his cock fly out and slaps against his stomach.

You drooled at the sight of his cock. It must've been another one of your nurse duties time! You have to help your doctor distress!

You touch the tip of his cock, testing it and seeing as he let's out a hiss at the contact of your hand. You grinned as you spit on your hand, he told you that your saliva is another medicine for his cock!

As you touch the sensitive flesh, he let's out little moans and groans when he feels your warm hands.

"D—don't. Don't tease me." He warns and takes your hands off his cock before putting the tip of it on your mouth.

"Come on, open. Don't bite unless you want to be spanked like last time." The threat hangs over your head as the memories flood in, making you widen your mouth for it to fit.

His cock is gorgeous—the tip is a pale red and it's enormous. You want to suck his cock all day long, so tasty when it slips in your mouth slowly.

You've already rid of your gag reflex long ago just so his cock can fit warmly inside your mouth. He groans and he rests his rough hand on your head, controlling your movement slowly.

He gets breathless after a few moments and pulls your warm cavern away from his dick, he pats his lap for you to climb on which you do so—excitedly.

"Ride it." The moment he says it, you lift your skirt up and pulls your panties to your ankles before positioning yourself over his cock and inserting it in.

"Feels 'sho good, big brother~" you moan out and peppers a kiss all over his face. He just lets you ride him without taking control over you, he was too stressed today.

You chase after your climax all in your own but got a bit too tired of bouncing on his lap, that's when he takes control of your movements when he notices how tired you seem.

He makes you jump on his cock, which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

"W-wah! Wait..! I'm cumming, cumming~" you moan out and bite your lip when his placid dick gets hard once again inside your cunt.

You seemed so tired after only a round of cumming and you remember that your big brother has too much stamina.

Especially when he's pent up.

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married-to-google-translater · 1 month

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Hi! can i request yandere L where someone comments that L acts nicer when reader's around and reader gets kind of weirded out and try to distant from him, only to be cornered/confronted that reader is being 'too selfconscious' or 'not sensible'(even though the comment is definitely true and he intends on going further) Thank you so much!

Yandere L lawiet

This comment would come after you had "known" L for a while.

As was his custom, he had pulled you in again for "interrogation" about the Kira case.

L would do this at least once a week.

Interrogation would actually be too strong a word.

Tea parties would be a more apt expression.

Because mostly you and L drink tea, eat cake and talk about what you did last week.

Although L indeed already knows that.

You would find that really weird.

But there would be a reason why you're not the best detective in the world.

But… this comment thrown at you by a completely random person makes you think about things.

Maybe this isn't normal after all.

You used to think that L was the same for everyone.

But they say you would be special.

Why?

What would make you special to him?

You really needed time to think.

Unfortunately, L won't like it.

He would already be used to your weekly "interrogation moments".

And L wouldn't want to give them up.

He would try to talk to you.

Only to be rejected…

So L lets you be for a while.

While he stalks you through the cameras he installed in your home.

L would wait for a weak moment.

And one would come.

He would be told how you overreacted…

And if L got you back he wouldn't let you go anymore.

Never again.

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shalotttower · 6 days

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A Natural Benefit

Title: A Natural Benefit

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female)

Summary: L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

Word count: 2100+

Notes: yandere!L, kidnapped Reader, dub-con kissing, manipulation, captivity, L and Reader were together at Wammy's House

"Would you indulge me?"

Your eyes dart up from the page to his face. L looks at you like he always does ─ an intent yet oddly distant stare that used to make goosebumps appear on your arms. Nowadays you're somewhat re-accustomed to his mannerisms. He doesn't blink much, tends to stand behind your back whenever possible, likes to play with his food and enjoys invading your personal space far too much to be deemed socially acceptable.

His habits are strange but harmless.

"No," you say, just to be contrary.

L is fond of making things sound simple, and then — snap! — the trap is shut, and you find yourself doing a completely different activity than initially expected.

"I want to kiss you."

"N-" You blink and lower your book down, not bothering to mark it. "What?"

"Kissing is an act of physical intimacy between individuals," he says like it's an obvious fact and you're merely slow on the uptake. L's expression doesn't change, neutral despite this being anything but a normal conversation starter even by your standards ─ admittedly low.

"Thank you for enlightening me about the definition," you lean back against the cushions, "still no."

"Why not?" He asks after a momentary pause.

"Because I don't want to."

A simple answer to a weird request. You try to resume reading, but there're other things currently occupying your brain ─ namely the attempts to understand what prompted such inquiry.

L never asked for physical contact before; platonic or otherwise. Sure he tried to entice you into spending time with him through bargain and manipulation, and you pretended to be oblivious enough to earn an Oscar for your acting skills. However, there never was any talk of kissing involved. Any kind of touching, actually.

He hums. "Would you like me to explain my reasons?"

Sometimes you think that the sole cause of L's existence is just so he could annoy people for kicks. His questions are always peculiar, and you've learned that every single one of them is designed to lead towards some specific conclusion, preferably the one he wants. You have a feeling that if you say 'yes', L will proceed to list a hundred points about why kissing is good. And then another hundred why kissing him specifically is beneficial.

"No."

He looks at you. You look at him and raise the book higher.

"Indulging me would benefit both of us," L says, undeterred. "You're very curious by nature and I find it quite fascinating that you're able to deny your curiosity in this particular case."

Has a more obvious bait ever existed anywhere in human history? Probably not, and you'll bet your entire life savings on it too.

"I'm not curious," you lie, "now leave me alone. I want to read."

He leans forward. "You haven't focused on the book since I asked my question."

Smartass. You purse your lips and pretend that the characters are suddenly so interesting, that it's hard to look away from the intricacies of the plot unfolding inside this fictional world. At least things there make sense; no need to figure out the hidden meanings behind other people's words, because they are mostly transparent when there's a whole paragraph dedicated to the protagonist's feelings.

He reminds you of those spider-like creatures from documentaries ─ their actions seem random at first glance, yet upon further scrutiny prove to be anything but. Instead, they're meticulously crafted and executed to obtain maximum results.

L studies you for a little while longer, and eventually pads towards the kitchenette. The kettle whistles soon after as he makes himself tea; mint flavored, judging by the aroma wafting through the air.

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You should have known that he won't give up ─ L is just as persistent as you are stubborn. If anything, you've set a challenge before him, and he tends to fixate on those until they are solved: a fact well-known and accepted among those who ever had a (dis)pleasure of interacting with him.

He doesn't outright ask you again, not the next day or the one after that. No. Accidentally, the only type of movies you're able to watch now are rom-coms or dramas with lots of kissing scenes sprinkled here and there between the banter bordering on cringe; sweet confessions spoken over candlelit dinners; passionate declarations whispered during sunsets... Clichés, amore, and kisses galore.

"I'm not sure this is the best movie for the evening," you say, as the screen flickers with images of two leads gazing into each other's eyes like they found the answers to every single question asked.

"The reviews are quite positive," L replies, munching on caramel popcorn.

"Reviews can be faked. And the trailer was misleading. I thought it was going to be an action movie."

"It is an action movie. The genres are listed right there," he points at the screen, and the words 'romance and action' stare back at you.

You frown and settle deeper into the couch cushions. It's uncomfortable ─ watching romantic scenes with L in the same room. His presence doesn't feel oppressive or demanding, yet you can't shake off the squirmy, twisty feeling. The kind when you enter an elevator with someone else and get slightly agitated for no reason. And so you try to slow down your breathing, but it only makes things worse. Your heart beats faster, palms start sweating and the hypothetical elevator stranger inevitably thinks that you're weird.

L isn't an elevator stranger. He's the owner of the elevator, and the entire building, and the city.

"He's going to die in the next ten minutes," you mutter.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will."

L hums. "Want a bet?"

Your eyes narrow.

"If he survives past the fifteen minute mark," L says slowly, "you indulge me."

"And if he doesn't?"

"I leave you alone for two days."

There's no hesitation on his side. None whatsoever, which proves suspicious immediately ─ L never offers something unless certain about the outcome beforehand, whether by logical deduction or calculated gamble. Probability factors run inside his brain instead of blood cells and grey matter, calculating risk vs return ratio quicker than any computer ever could.

You glance at the screen. It's a simple plot. There were a twist or two earlier, sure, but overall nothing extraordinary that would require hours upon hours of critical thinking to unravel.

A man, a woman. A handsome villain who wants them dead, for various reasons. They run and fight, shoot guns, dodge punches, and kiss between those because apparently there's time for romance even when a life is on the line.

It's a very simple plot; and two days are a lot to pretend that L doesn't exist. That you got rich enough to buy this kind of apartment.

"The speakers?"

"Switched off."

"The cameras?"

"Those will stay."

Of course, they will. You wouldn't expect anything less ─ privacy issues are non-existent here in more ways than one.

L isn't always a presence. Sometimes he leaves and you're alone with nothing but books and TV to pass time, but two days sound wonderful regardless. There's something in empty spaces that's enticing, even if they're temporary. L, for all his peculiarities, isn't too bad of a company. He's quiet, and often busy with his own matters. But he also has this way of looking at you that is unnerving. Like you're interesting. Or important. Or simply fascinating.

Sometimes he wants to talk, he wants to listen, he wants to ask questions and give answers until everything blurs into an amalgamation of words. It's exhausting.

Two days sound good. His hand is dry and slender. You grasp it and shake it once.

"I'll start the timer now," L says after your hands separate.

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Twelve minutes.

Three more and he's dead.

You wish that he'd just kick the bucket already, so you could spend the next forty eight hours in pure, undiluted bliss.

_______________________________________________________

The male lead dies after seventeen minutes.

When the credits roll over, the apartment is silent except for the soft buzzing of electronics. You look at the screen, stubbornly, because you don't want to look at him, the owner of the elevator, and the building, and the city.

"It was close," he comments, as if trying to comfort you, which makes it even more of a sore spot.

That’s what L thrives on ─ technicalities, loopholes, small and seemingly insignificant details which are easily overlooked, yet make a great difference. You're not sure if you're annoyed, or disappointed. And what’s more important ─ at whom.

You have known for years that L tends to get his way eventually whenever there's something specific caught up in that head of his; a fixation which refuses to leave until satisfied, and sometimes even after. Snap. You can get up and head out of the living room, you know you can. Will you though is another question entirely.

L isn't a typical captor ─ he doesn't demand or force you into things. He simply presents a possibility and waits. Not aggressive or domineering, not sadistic. But oh he is a PhD of holding a grudge. Leaving now probably means waking up tomorrow and finding that every single disk has vanished without a trace, along with the bookshelves being switched for some obscure scientific texts on chemistry, physics and other things that require an advanced degree to fully understand.

Because someone decided that you don’t deserve entertainment anymore. Because someone is petty enough to deprive you of basic mental stimuli, and is stubborn enough to hold onto that decision even when reasoned with. Unsuccessfully.

It's a talent really, this particular brand of making your life miserable in many small ways, so they accumulate into something greater over time until you feel like the walls are closing in slowly but surely.

You can't back out, even though no one openly stops you from doing so. And L knows that. And he knows that you know. His lips twitch and curl upward before flattening again into neutral territory.

There's a theory that if you pull a band-aid fast enough, it won't hurt as much. The credibility behind it is questionable.

You exhale and meet L's gaze ─ his posture hasn't changed from the beginning to the end of the film, knees tucked to his chest, eyes two dark pools that stare without blinking. His fingers drum a steady rhythm, and that's probably the only sign that gives it away.

Anticipation.

"Fine," you say finally.

His mouth opens before closing back again. L doesn't move a bit.

He wants you to do it, you realize. Wants you to initiate instead of just allowing it. What an ass.

You squish his cheeks between your palms until his lips pucker outwards. L makes a soft noise of surprise but doesn't try to fight back.

Black lashes cast a shadow across his skin. There's no perfume or cologne, no distinct smell ─ he uses plain soap and shampoo which don't have a discernible aroma.

"I believe I was promised an indulgence," L says, voice muffled a bit by your hands on his face.

He looks like a fish this way. A silly, ridiculous image that would make you snort if not for the situation at hand.

Band-aids and ripping them off.

You sigh, lean forward, and press your mouth to his.

He tastes like caramel popcorn.

Mint tea.

Indulgence.

The angle is awkward, and L doesn't move an inch to accommodate the position. He stays still like a block of solid rock, not a single muscle twitches, and doesn't even attempt to reciprocate. You have half a mind to think that maybe he's mocking you, but then his fingers lightly curl on the fabric of his jeans. L's eyelids flutter half-closed when your noses bump, then open again right after. Another oddity added to the pile.

It lasts no longer than ten seconds before you pull away. L blinks. Touches his lower lip with the tip of a finger and rubs it like searching for traces left by the contact.

"You were promised an indulgence," you remind him, trying to sound calm, collected, but your ears and neck feel hot, "not a make-out session."

Technicalities and loopholes.

L has that look you can't quite pinpoint yet know far too well. You've seen it many times before. When he thinks about something but keeps it to himself for now.

"You look more lively," he remarks eventually. "Healthy complexion suits you."

You don't need to hear what he says next, because the words already ring through your head.

"I told you it would benefit us both."

#shalott fanfiction #shalott imagine #yandere #death note #yandere l lawliet #yandere l lawliet x reader #yandere l x reader

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 9 months

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Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Best Friends Forever (Platonic Yandere Death Note).

Btw some of the timeline might not make sense but whatever.

"Hello."

The tiny little text popped up, a small 'ping' sound following. You groan as your bombarded with the blue light, picking it up to read the message.

"Another message from them." You thought.

They had no name. You didn't share your names with each other. You only knew him as Justice, which he told you to call him. Personally, you thought it was a corny name, but who were you to judge?

"Why are you up so late?" You're straight forward, too tired to entertain your online friend.

You watch as three dots appear before their response pops up. "I was bored." Before you could respond, another message appeared. "You're up too."

You let out another groan that was muffled by your pillow. You know you parents wouldn't like you being up so late, so you tried to stay as quiet as possible when talking to your companion. For some reason, they were always up so late, messaging you all throughout the night.

Your fingers glide across the screen as you answer, "I'm up because you woke me up." Your response displayed a clear sign of frustration. You through your phone down onto your bed and closed your eyes until the next response. You swear, that ping will haunt you forever.

"Have you been keeping up with Kira?" They ask. This wasn't the first time they've asked you questions regarding Kira. In fact, they ask you at least once a week if you've been keeping up with everything. It's almost comical at this point.

You role your eyes while typing, "Of course, Justice, why wouldn't I? Thats basically all we talk about."

His response comes quick, "I'm just making sure. You never know what's out there."

"Why would Kira want to kill me?"

"You never know." Their response was cryptic, ending the conversation as you drift off back to sleep.

——

(Y/N)? Wake up, sleepyhead." Your sister, Sayu, cheerfully yells. Your eyes snap open and you straighten up. Your eyes dart around your kitchen, you brother Light looking at you strangely.

"(Y/N), are you getting enough sleep?" Light asks, which gets a nod out of you. He looks unconvinced as he continues eating his breakfast.

"Well, you better get ready for school, we're leaving soon." He mentions as he stands up from his seat and grabs his bag from the back of his chair. You nod once again, thanking your mom for the breakfast. Before you can even sit up, your mother is bombarding you with questions, a worried expression written all over her face.

"Oh sweetheart, you look sick." She sighs. "Are you sure you want to go to school today?" She's feeling your face for any sign of sickness, which causes you to groan and push her away slightly.

"I'm fine mom." You grab your bag and stand next to Light. "See you after school."

The worried expression still doesn't leave her face as you and Light walk out the door. "Okay sweety. Light, take care of them, okay?" She shouts. Light nods absentmindedly.

"Of course, mom."

——

"So, why were you up so late?" Light asks randomly. You look at him confused, which only gets a smile from him.

"You're my sibling, it's my job to know what you're doing." His voice is too sweet. "And plus, I noticed the light coming from your room when I was heading to bed last night." He adds on.

"I was just talking to a friend." You answer quietly. Your response was short, not wanting to tell him the truth, since you knew he wouldn't really like you talking to some random stranger on the internet. You were also too distracted by the feeling of someone watching you to really pay attention to your brother.

You do hear him laugh however, which puts a pit in your stomach. You look over at him to see a hint of a cruel look on his face. "You don't have friends (Y/N)." He mocks, grinning at the embarrassment that washes over your face.

"You don't have friends either." You argue, your voice childish and whiny. A cool breeze comes up behind you, causing you to look back, and causing Lights face to become slightly annoyed. Before you can ask him about it though, he's quickly back to normal.

"At least I have a girlfriend." He speaks.

You huff, "A girlfriend who's supper annoying." Light doesn't seem to care that you just called Misa annoying, but he doesn't talk for the rest of the walk to school, something you very much appreciate.

——

"Ping."

There's your phone again. You're sitting outside eating lunch when you get another message from Justice.

"Hello."

You finish crewing your rice before answering. "Hey. What's up?" They usually never text you this early.

They don't respond for a while, you nearly forgetting that they were messaging you as you watched the people around you converse and eat, a blank expression on your face.

"What do you do for fun?" That was a weird question. You two had an unspoken agreement of not asking each other personal questions, so this question really threw you off guard.

You spent a while coming up with an answer, pondering what they could mean by it. Why do they suddenly want to know now?

"I don't really know. I usually just spend my time at home and school." You didn't mean to sound so sad, but it definitely came off that way.

"So, you don't have any friends?" Well, that's straight to the point. You frown and blow a piece of strayhair out of your face.

"Other than you, no." You answer quickly. You couldn't help the intense sadness that washed over you at your answer. You're in your second year of high school and your only friend is a random person on the internet.

You've never been good at making friends, mostly because your bother doesn't approve of anyone who you show a slight interest in. You wonder if you ever met Justice in person, would they actually like you? Would Light like them? You can't think for too long before you hear yet another ping from your phone. You look down at it to see that Justice has responded.

"That's good."

——

You spent your time after school studying at the local cafe.

You didn't exactly care too much about your grades. Light was the high achiever in your household, so you and your younger sister didn't have to worry too much about grades. Light however, didn't like you slacking off. So, he made you a studying schedule in order for you to achieve academic excellence. Usually, he would be here with you, but lately he's been too busy with something he claimed was "none of your business."

You didn't mind though, since the cafe was pretty dead today. The only people here were you, the workers, and someone sitting in the far corner of the room. You couldn't get a good look at him because of the way he was sitting, but he was weird enough to cause you to sit far away from him.

Your studies, unsurprisingly, was uneventful. You spend most of your time focusing on math, since that's what you struggled with the most. Throughout you could hear your phone buzz, since you put it on silent while studying. You assumed it was Light reminding you to come home on time since you usually lost track of time when you were by yourself.

"Buzz, buzz." You give a silent groan, rolling your eyes in the process. You push your phone away, hoping too silent it a little.

"Buzz, buzz." It didn't stop. Frustrated, you snatch your phone from the table, staring intensely at the contact who's been messaging you.

It's Justice.

Your expression changes, frustration melting into confusion. You had 5 messages from them.

"Hello."

"(Y/N)."

"Please respond."

"I would like to talk."

"(Y/N). Respond."

You shake your head, shocked. Your fingers glided over the screen as you hurriedly typed a response.

"Sorry, Justice. I was studying."

"Please notify me beforehand next time."

'Why does it matter?' You thought. They've never been this overbearing before. Like they were reading your mind, you received another message instantly.

"I'm sorry for my behavior. I was worried." You couldn't help but feel warm, nobody other than your mother really worries for you.

"Why though?" You prod.

They took a while to answer and while you were waiting, you heard the strange man order another cake. You swear it's their tenth.

A few seconds after the strange man's cake comes, you get a notification.

"There's been a rise in deaths regarding the Kira case. I wouldn't want you to be one of them."

"Awww, you worry about me?" You jokingly ask. It wasn't even a second before they relied.

"Of course. You're my only friend after all."

——

You didn't exactly hate Misa; you just couldn't keep up with her.

Since you were closer in age with her, she tended to hang out with you often, claiming she wanted to learn more about Light's favorite sibling. You don't know what Light's been telling her, but your definitely not his favorite.

Once a week, you would meet up Misa at the cafe, the same cafe you study at. You confided in Justice that you really didn't want to hang out with your brother's girlfriend, being careful not to break your rule of mentioning anything too personal, like her name. They didn't give any great advice, just telling you to not go, which obviously wasn't an option.

"Soooooo...." Misa's drawled with a sing song tone. "You've been looking at your phone all day. You got a sweetheart."

You quickly look up from your phone, shutting it off the process. You shake your head, becoming shy by her giggles.

"Don't be shy, I won't tell light." She teases, playing with the cake on her plate. She smiles at you sweetly. "Come on, you can tell me."

You look away, embarrassed. "They're just a friend." Misa squealed at your answer, so excited she stretched over the table and grasped your hands.

"They're just a friend right now!" She pointed out, ignoring your discomfort. "How did you meet? Do you go to the same school? When can I meet them? Oh! Maybe we can go on a double date like in those romantic movies."

"Misa calm down, I promise you they're just a friend." Her mood shifted for excitement to disappointment in a flash. Pouting, she slumps back in her seat.

"Fine, but if it becomes anything more you promise to tell me?"

"I promise."

——

"Tell me more about your family, Yagami-kun."

"Why do you ask?" L doesn't move his eyes from the screens in front of him. But he can feel Yagami's gaze on him. It's hard and accusing, and he knows exactly why. He's protective of his children, that much is clear.

He hears Yagami sigh quietly and feels his gaze move back to the screen, focusing on the one displaying his family. L moves thumb to his mouth, toying with his lip.

"I don't know what exactly to say." He starts. "They somehow manage to keep up with my schedule, that means something right." He gives a small laugh.

L doesn't laugh though. He's too busy glaring camera, specifically the one displaying the Yagami household. Everyone was there. Everyone of course, except you.

Soichiro Yagami shakes his head while rubbing his forehead in contempt. "They're out with friends, it's always once a week."

The hand which isn't currently near his mouth grips his knee. He continues to glare at the camera, only shifting to look at the people moving around the house.

"Where." He shoves a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Yagami thinks for a while before answering. "I believe the cafe near our neighborhood."

That makes sense, you're usually there. But with who? L stays silent for a while, pondering this mystery "friend."

He doesn't like that word when applied to someone that isn't him. It makes him sick. He grimaces, shoving a piece of candy in his mouth in the hope it calms him down.

It doesn't.

L didn't have any strong feeling regarding you at first, just a way to get to your brother. He saw how lonely you were, and used it, hoping to get some information out of you.

But you were smart. Not like your brother, but definitely more that he expected. You never shared with him any strong opinions regarding anything, remaining neutral on every topic of discussion. It became frustrating after a while.

But it also became fun.

He didn't know when it started, but slowly he started talking to you longer and longer. Observing you longer and longer. And he noticed how...protective Light was of you. Light was like him, he cared for people in weird ways. While Light chose to take a stricter approach, L chose to go the opposite route, gaining your trust by exploiting your loneliness and promising that he'll always be there for you. And while at the beginning it was nothing more than a lie, it slowly became the truth.

He craved your attention, he wanted to be the only thing you cared about. He couldn't stand you talking to anyone, Light included. Which is why he was so pissed about you being around someone else.

"Ryuzaki, your phone is ringing" Yagami notified. L slowly retrieved his phone, gripping it between his pointer finger and thumb, a small smile grazed his face when he saw the recipient.

"What is it?" Yagami questioned as L pocketed the phone.

"My friend."

——

A/n: I can't decide if I love or hate this.

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dearestones · 1 year

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Definitely not a request, but I would like you to respond to this situation:

What if "you" starts thinking about whether there were more women kidnapped before her, and they are probably not there anymore because L "got bored" and finally set them free. Do you think if she tells L about it, would he take it as jealousy or would he sarcastically joke about the topic?

Hey, Devin here!

That is certainly an interesting scenario that you cooked up here! And timely too, hmmm....

If the situation is true. If L has indeed kidnapped women before and they are nowhere to be found in the present, then here's my take:

Well, for me, it depends on what sort of relationship that you have with L. If you're more submissive/compliant, then he would answer you honestly. After all, you've been so good for him and he knows deep down that kidnapping you is wrong and that part of you always yearns for freedom if you comply with his wishes. He'll state his answer with clinical disinterest, but he will make sure that you are well taken care of. If he suspects that you are jealous, he'll dismiss it and tell you that in the present, at this moment, you are holding his attention. And if you can no longer do that, then he'll dismiss you like the others.

If you are more unruly/have attempted escape many times, L is definitely going to be more cruel. He'll ask if you're finally seeing sense and thinking of him as "yours". If you deny the accusations, he'll pretend to let the matter slide, but he'll never let it go. He will insert comments about your jealousy if you dare act in ways that contradict your misbehaving nature. This is obviously a ploy where you have two options A) finally concede defeat and act the way he wants you to or B) you continue to act in increasingly alarming ways and he has no choice but to punish you. You would think him a sadist except for the fact that you can see no feelings of remorse or much of anything in his dark eyes.

Either way, even if he let his other victims free, why would you think that he would do the same for you? Have you ever considered that you would be different?

Oh dear.

You really thought so, didn't you?

That's all right. Even if he bores of you, he won't let you go free. Rather, if he doesn't want you any more, then why would anyone else?

He'll get rid of you just as clinically as someone throwing away trash, but you will be thought of. Fondly.

And if the situation were false?

If L didn't kidnap women before?

He'll simply dismiss your concerns and reprimand you if you press the matter further. If you're on good terms like in the previous scenario, he'll try to placate you with sweets, better accommodations, etc. If, however, you're on bad terms, he'll cut you down with words and get it through your head that no one else is good enough for him.

You are.

And he's never going to let you go.

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Hello Author!! The most recent Death Note ask inspired me, so could I request some HCs for Yandere Light, Yandere L, & Yandere Misa with a Darling who loves ‘messing around’ with people, no one is off limits to them they have had lovers who were their superiors before, and who easily gets into romantic relationships, but never truly falls in love?

Darling could romance any person at any time, could make even the most aloof and cold hearted person swoon, has been on hundreds of dates and knows the inns and outs of making the people around them interested in them, but they never really give away their heart.

Darling doesn’t even mean to be cruel to those they quickly break up with, their attention just simply never stays on one person at a time long enough for something substantial though they never cheat, and they just find themselves bored of it all after a few weeks. (The thrill of the chase is an addicting feeling, and the connection that Darling has with the people around them satisfies them for a bit, but they always find themself back with the same instinct to peruse new and even more exciting experiences)

Ooohhh how exciting! I love it!

Yandere Light with a darling who is quick to lose interest

Really, it was only a matter of time until your attention fell unto him. He was the perfect guy in everyone’s eyes, even if he did not have the time for friends which was almost sad to watch. He was infamous and similarly, you were just as talked about at your high-end university. Truly, it almost seemed that fate had decided that he would be the next to pique your interest.

You had a tendency to get bored with people easily, the way they tick all too obvious after some time and all interactions with them suddenly growing dull. At the same time though, there always seemed to be someone new that you wished to get to know, the thrill of meeting all kinds of people and getting them to work in your favor unending. You did feel somewhat guilty for leaving all those people behind though, but everything about them was just so tedious, so predictable, and life was short and you always made sure to be honest to them, staying loyal and caring for them during your time together, so there was really nothing else you could do.

When your eyes first fell on Light you couldn’t stop smiling, getting him to fall for you would truly be an excitement like no other has been in a long time. Light on the other hand almost groaned the first time you approached him, even he had heard everything about you despite being busy as Kira and while he had nothing against you personally, he really didn’t feel like getting wrapped up in one of your plays or whatever those around you called them.

Consider him baffled though when you instead ask about his studies. The surprise burns down quickly though, he concludes that this might be the best way to start a conversation with him and you just took use of that. In the following conversation he can’t help but give you credit as you proof yourself exceedingly intelligent. While the two of you did study in a renowned university, it was rare for him to enjoy a discussion with someone else. That, added with the almost endless self-confidence the guy has brings him to the decision to keep you around for a while. Not only is he sure he won’t fall for you, but he can also use you as cover. After all, Kira wouldn’t want to waste their time with some mindless flirt, right?

There is something nice about the way you talk to him. You are enraptured with him, seemingly looking straight through his facade, keeping Light on his guard around you. It’s fun playing little games with you, keeping you guessing while also getting a small shock each time you are able to predict his behavior. It makes him extra careful, makes him consider each word he says and each gesture he almost performs, just for you. It’s a welcome distraction as well as a challenge and before Light knows it, he is looking forward to meeting you. The fact alone he is making time for you in his busy schedule is enough proof for how you managed to fascinate him, enough for him to finally face reality.

Congratulations, you got Light to fall for you and he no longer can just hide his emotions behind the facade of you being a simple alibi. You are too great for that, your manipulations on par with his, though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. But now that you have his attention, he will not let you go. Keeping you interested, speculating and always taking you off guard is one way, but once you lose interest, he will have no choice but to reveal one last secret to threaten you to stay. But it’s only fair, after all, you should take responsibility for what you make him feel.

Yandere L with a darling who is quick to lose interest

L knows of your tendency even before you two meet, obviously he had gotten a background check on you before the two of you even met, but what can you expect from him when he is planning to work with you for a case. You are a specialist in your field and seem just right for the job. L is convinced that your innocent flirting will have no effect on him and as long as that kind of environment gets you to do your job efficiently, who is he to say anything. He himself has his quirks and he views your behavior as nothing else, even when he is prepared to tell you off.

He does not expect to like your little flirts, your light smile and small touches. It is obvious you have your sight set on him and he can’t tell you to stop, your words all too flattering even when he replies coldly and your presence seeming so addictingly warm and sickly sweet. There is something about you that makes him want to give in and sooner than later L will withdraw, leaving you to do your tasks on your own while you can do nothing but pout as he tries to calm his mind. You suspect to know the reason though, giddy that you have gotten this far with the aloof detective.

He might take a day off, a rarity, to collect his thoughts. He has no need for a relationship and besides, he already has his more than interesting job. That doesn’t keep him from being hyper aware of your presence though, even after he gets you to back off after a serious talk. While you are obviously displeased with his reaction, he also notices your determination growing and he almost feels ashamed for being happy that you don’t plan to simply give up. Though, he is well aware to not show it, otherwise you might just loose interest.

Whilst you do actually back off, he still takes note off how you perk up at any clue he gives you to himself, you almost seem to drink up each detail about him and L would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention. Each time you are just about to grow bored or might even meet someone else that might catch your interest he is quick to indulge in your little game, not enough to give away that he is actively playing it, but enough to keep you on the edge of your seat. He makes sure to keep up an air of mystique around him, displaying little quirks only for you to see and seeming just enough out of reach to hopefully keep you trying to catch him.

All good things must come to an end though and the case the two of you are working on will get solved, even if L is hesitant to let it come to a close. Instead, though, he reassures himself that things will go back to normal now and you will go your separate ways. The disappointment from your side is clear though as you hadn’t been able to wrap him around your finger like you wanted, despite your best efforts. Hell, you had even made him some of his favorite sweets and yet he hadn’t reacted much, only thanking you before moving on to work. So, you end up leaving having no clue that L still checks on you via the many security cameras he had let someone install.

At first you believe to have some incredibly bad stroke off luck as each entertaining person you find somehow disappears from your life, some kind of personal thing always making them have to go somewhere far off and none of them were interested in keeping in contact. When it happens a third time you get suspicious, though there isn’t much you can go on, no clue really getting you anywhere. When you get a request to work with the first person to escape your grasp, or rather, seemingly not even falling into it, you gladly accept. You have a feeling that working together with L again will solve this little mystery and you’d be all too glad to move on. Your old target is just as happy, if not even more, to see you again, too. This time there will be no more good-byes though.

Yandere Misa with a darling who is quick to lose interest

To say you are confident is an understatement. Sure, you’ve managed to date all kinds of people, but a celebrity? This would be a first and if you didn’t get in contact with her through your work even you have to admit that this would have been almost impossible. But alas, luck is on your side and you are able to start some friendly chatter in between her shootings.

Misa catches on to your intentions immediately, holding back an eye roll when you approach her. Instead, she treats you just friendly enough to not come off as rude, which she only does because you yourself are an important figure in your company. Once you’re gone though she lets out a sigh of relief, believing your little flirt to be over. When you do appear again, grin on your face and greeting her enthusiastically, she manages to hide her annoyance quite well, though she does drop some hints that she’d rather you leave.

Of course, you catch on and decide to back off, making her uncomfortable wasn’t what you wanted after all. you might even apologize, catching Misa off guard. The next few interactions are pleasant enough as you make sure to only push a little, delighting with each new information she inevitably reveals about herself. You hadn’t thought her to be quite the romantic she was at heart, though that was probably only because you didn’t know her as well, which definitely needed to be changed. So, when Misa herself approaches you to hang out sometime you happily oblige, excited at the prospect of having caught her interest and seemingly also redeeming yourself for coming off too strong in the beginning.

It’s quite fun to hang out with her. She always makes sure to show you new intriguing things, dragging you to cafes and places only those living practically next to it would normally know. It’s obvious how she drops hints that compel you to want to know more and you enjoy your time with the model, the little mind games only being a small part in the fun. Honestly, she might be someone you would want to keep around as a friend given how adorable and yet sharp she was.

However, you could never be so sure about that and besides, you had already caught her blushing around you. The thought of making her fall in love with you and loving her in turn was just too tempting to give up and so you rejoiced at her reactions, the way she would cling to your side and how cutely she pouted each time she believed you were spending too much time with someone other than her.

With your perceptiveness however it was easy to see the red flags and while you had to admit you kind of ignored them before, you slowly got the feeling that you should get out as long as you still could. Besides, while you hadn’t lost interest yet, you could tell her possessiveness was slowly wearing you down. When you sat her down in a semipublic space to break the news to her, that you wished to part paths, you did not expect her to brush a piece of folded paper against your hand. You also did not expect to see that thing hovering over her almost protectively, and you for sure where not ready for the kind of threats she was making. You had your fair share of break ups gone badly, but never did you have one that left you scared for your own life like this. With nothing else left to do you couldn’t do anything but force a smile and lie her in the face, which she could obviously tell, that you were just joking. It looked like you wouldn’t be getting away from Misa anytime soon.

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