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manias-wordcount · 6 months

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Wonder (L)

Kinktober 2023 Day Seventeen: Cockwarming

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You wonder…you wonder if they know.

With every deep breath you take, you feel it. You know. With every slight shift, you feel it. You know. With every movement he makes- whether it’s his hand playing with the hem of your skirt as you sit snuggly on his lap or him splaying his hand flat against your stomach in an almost possessive way- you feel it. You know. And L of course does too.

Yet here Matsuda is- standing right next to the two of you while he clicks away at a monitor and pulls up different files and video feeds from the evidence pile.

As if L’s cock wasn’t buried in your warm, wet pussy right now.

“...but if you look at the camera feed here, you’ll see that the cultists were congregating around-”

You can hear Matsuda talking. You can see his face lit up by the blue light of the screen, and his excitement grows as he talks about what he was able to deduce from the video footage. But all you can hear is just…just words. Same with Police Chief’s Yagami whispers to his team members. You’d like to think that they’re speaking about how weird it is that L only chooses to sit properly when you’re around. Or how they’re worried about your involvement with the Kira case since you’re a more public figure than L is. You’d like to think that. You’d like to. But…

“Hmmm, that is interesting Matsuda. Looks like you were useful after all.”

All you can focus on is him.

His deep hum right by your ear. The tickle of his breath as he breathes in and breathes out right beside you. And to top it off- the soft way he rolls and jerks his hips into you. Forcing you to shift around. Forcing you to adjust your position. Forcing you to feel it. And to not forget it. Not forget that out of all of the men in the room, there’s one who is completely unashamed to claim you as his own just for the sake of it. Just for his pleasure.

It makes your face warm up even more just thinking about it. What would the rest of the Japanese Task Force say? What would they do? Hell, what would Light Yagami say? You know L admires him. Sees him as a friend even. But you have enough sense to know what you’re doing right now isn’t going to fly over so easily just because he’s the great and powerful L. Eight wonder of the world. That being said, you probably won’t catch the same amount of flack as he will considering how everyone knows how much he likes to rope you into his stupid ideas and incredulous behavior.

Still, it gets you wondering about things. About just how things would go if someone were to find out that you’re in this room not to help with the case but to be some wet, messy whore for the world’s greatest detective while he’s busy at work. In a room full of people. In a room full of strangers. Who have shown you nothing but kindness and bravery and respect since you’ve met them.

It makes you wonder. And it makes you swallow nervously. Breathe heavily. Adjust your clothes ever so slightly. But worst of all? It makes you squeeze around it. Around him. Just like a wet, messy whore would. In a way that only brings little jolts- little moments of pleasure from all that happening beneath your skirt. It’s too risky to go any further. But you wonder if L knows that. You wonder if L even cares about that. You wonder. You wonder…

In fact, it makes you start to wonder so much and so hard that you don’t even realize the faces that you’re pulling. The flustered expressions that are hidden from everyone based on the way you’re facing. Everyone- except for Matsuda who manages to catch a glimpse of your expression in the reflection of one of the monitors. And before you can even blink- he’s turning around to face you and asking you a question.

“Are you okay? Did you see something?” He says- or at least, that’s what it seems like he said to you. You feel so guilty right now, you can barely listen to a word he says. It’s like an awful feeling is stirring up inside of you as you look into poor, sweet Mastuda’s face and take in his concern. But something is blocking that awful feeling from you having to open your mouth. It’s the same awful feeling that keeps you rooted to L’s lap and very, very quiet while he takes care of business. The same awful feeling that tells you to do the dirtiest of things like opening your legs a little wider or arching your back a little bit more. “Ryuzaki, is something wron-”

So you get the same amount of pleasure from him as he gets from you.

“Everything is fine, ” L answers for you, not even bothering to look back at Matsuda as he addresses him. Instead, you can feel L’s gaze on the side of your face. When you turn your head a little more in his direction, you’re met with the same passive expression on his face as always. But you know different. You know more than anyone else could get from him with one little glance. “Sometimes she gets a little worked up when she’s at work with me. But it’s fine .”

Worked up is an understatement right now. Because right now, your inner walls are fluttering around him. Right now, you’re growing a little too bold and reckless and you’re leaning into the subtle way he’s rolling you back onto his throbbing hard cock. And right now? You can’t even find it in yourself to care just how high L is bunching up the front of your skirt.

“She can take it. Right?”

Or the fact that Matsuda just drew a sharp breath at just a fraction of the sight of your parted thighs hiding the very thing that plugged your insides up all nice and full.

Because right now? You’re only thinking about the thick, creamy white ring you’re probably leaving around his cock- a mess that he might just make you clean up with your tongue later if he gets you alone for long enough. You’re only thinking about when was the last chance he got up and properly fucked you. And when that next chance will be. Oh, how you wonder.

“Right…Ryuzaki~ ”

Oh, how you wonder.

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jammyjamster · 4 months

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IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF PEOPLE CALLING L’S LIPS SUGARY OR SWEET IN FANFICTION. IT FUCKING ISNT.

NEWSFLASH BUDDY, THERE’S AN EMZYME IN YOUR SALIVA THAT IS CALLED AMYLASE (there’s also lipase for proteins but this isnt about that) THAT BREAKS DOWN STARCH AND CARBOHYDRATES INTO SUGARS TO MAKE DIGESTION EASIER!! THERE IS BACTERIA IN YOUR MOUTH THAT FEASTS ON THESE SUGARS, THAT MAKES YOUR MOUTH SOUR!!!!

L wouldnt fucking have a sweet kissable mouth because all of the sugar he eats will feed those bacteria which causes more sourness which makes his mouth very very sour. The only times where your mouth would taste something, would be when you drink coffee or any potent drink/food where the smell lingers on your body which your nose inhales when you’re kissing your partner that makes your brain think that they taste of coffee/any other potent drink. Cake and other sweets arent very potent, so L wouldnt taste of cake either. Also, before anyone says this, sure if your mouth actively contains sugar (like solid sugars) then the kiss would taste sweet just like how when you kiss someone with food in their mouth you’d also taste it. But i dont think that L somehow has sugar in his mouth 24/7. I always see in fanfiction where they describe his kisses as ‘sweet’ or ‘tastes of cake’ when that wouldnt make any fucking sense!!! I learnt this all in year 7, so this should be really really common knowledge but somehow people still write it differently?? Then again its not that big of a deal and that im overreacting but whatever let me be mad for once

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #talking about lawlight fanfiction btw #lawlight #fanfiction #death note fanfiction #death note fanfic #L isnt kissable #kissability-ness has dropped by 1000% after i make this post #this is just a pet peeve of mine in fanfiction #i see it ALL THE TIME and it always makes me silently fume #i log off for a few moments to rant to myself about how it wouldnt make sense #idk why im so upset about this #im not planning on kissing anyone currently or in the future #txt post #ranting #death note lawliet #death note rant

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ynverse · 1 year

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chemical imbalance

L x gn! reader | fluff

a/n: i want to cause a chemical imbalance in his brain so badly

“it seems like you have caused a chemical imbalance within my body.”

your head whipped towards L at his random outburst. it wasn’t unusual for the man to ignore social cues, or be wholly inept and unaware of the clues at all, but this sentence felt different.

“ryuzaki, what,” you questioned, putting down some files regarding the third kira, “is this your way of saying you suspect me of being the second kira again? we have already proven misa was the second kira.”

if this were another accusation, you would probably rip your hair out of frustration. you suspected light of being the first kira - more like knew he was after he randomly gained misa amane as a “girlfriend.” understandably, your connection to light made the notorious L wary of you being the second kira - the idea of childhood friends sticking together wasn’t one he could rule out. thankfully, misa’s sudden appearance cleared your name - though, the detective wanted you to stay with the task force for the time being to prove you had zero relation to the case. L also valued the fact that you could push your emotions aside and try to help solve the case, something he grew to appreciate more when soichiro finally accepted your word against light’s and viewed his son as a possibility.

“frankly speaking, the likelihood of you being kira at some point in time will never be completely zero,” L calmly stated, his teeth barely brushing against his calloused thumb, “however, this is not directly about the kira case.”

“oh?”

you couldn’t help but tilt your head slightly, wondering what he meant. it wasn’t unheard of for you to be stumped by the man deemed the world’s greatest detective (the world’s top three greatest detectives apparently) but something told you this was different. to be honest, you didn’t even think he had the capacity or desire to think about anything beyond the kira case. he spent dollar after dollar, risked life and limb, and even resorted to morally grey techniques to get this far…the idea of him focused on anything else seemed absurd.

“my ventral tegmental area started producing dopamine around you.”

“uhm,” you hummed aloud, “am i supposed to understand what you mean?”

the detective only let his shoulders sag even more, seemingly annoyed he had to explain to you further. L greatly understood that there was a price for everything but he couldn’t help but feel aggravated at times when he had to explain himself. it was an easy deduction in his mind, one so simple that an explanation shouldn’t be needed. there was also a nagging in his mind that was not from intellectual superiority. a nagging that felt like he shouldn’t explain himself for fear of actually being understood. logically, it made sense for him to want to fault you for the feelings that have risen inside of him but his heart was suddenly trying to sway the detective’s reasoning. human emotions are such fickle things, always hindering the logical capabilities of the species is capable of.

sentience lies within emotions. that is what made humans scientifically the better species, as many researchers like to argue, but L felt as if it was the opposite. his owlish eyes only glinted in them when he knew he has won a game, his childish nature only appearing at times when others would deem it insignificant. L did not need emotions to hinder him. he saw the way soichiro looked over at his son with loving eyes and a strong sense of familial connection, completely ignoring the fact that his son is a likely candidate for the world’s most wanted. L did not want to be blinded by emotion, but it was not in his nature to go down feebly.

“dopamine plays a huge role in addiction miss y/n. it jumps from each of our neurons and builds a pathway for the stimuli to take over our whole brain. then the nucleus accumbens increases the production of dopamine. this causes the adrenal gland to become active which manufactures adrenaline and norepinephrine; our flight or fight response is now present - though i suppose it is now flight, fight, freeze, fawn, or submit. do you understand where i am leading,” L tilted his head, his owlishly dark eyes gazing straight at yours.

you honestly understood maybe seventy-five percent of what he said at most. you would look around the room to get help from others — a common occurrence as no one could keep up with the eccentric detective — but it was just you and L present at the moment. typically, these small moments between the two of you were interrupted by a discovery or watari bringing snacks to help the both of you focus. you liked the idea of the aloof man beside you speaking and interacting like normal, as normal as he can get, but you were beginning to feel a little frustrated by his statements. for one, they made you feel incredibly stupid as you couldn’t process the words he was saying at the speed at which he did. secondly, you were close to finding a link to the third kira but that was now lost in your mind as the detective managed to garner all your attention. and lastly, you were irritated by how pretty he seemed to be with the blue light from the screens radiating off his ghostly pale skin. the man who, although justified, is aiming to put her best friend behind bars. the man who uses moral grey but legal techniques to gain victory. the man who probably saw her as a pawn, maybe even a bishop if she was lucky, in this chess match constructed by him and light… the man who was beside you. this wasn’t a place for emotions but would you be human if you didn’t seem to show immense sentience at the worst times?

“ryuzaki, please speak japanese or even english - just not whatever this is,” you sighed exasperatedly.

L moved his thumb from his bottom lip and let out a small sigh, “you are clouding my judgment. when you are around, my frontal lobe doesn’t seem to be occupying at full capacity even when i sit the way i do. my amygdala seems broken; the idea of you being kira in any sense seems to be statistically plausible yet i cannot fathom it. you are hindering my detective work and my capabilities - though, i do not anticipate it as purposeful which is more frustrating. i think it would be safe to assume i have feelings for you.”

“romantic feelings ryuzaki? or platonic? no offense,” you started, seeing his eyes analyze your every move, “but you don’t seem like the type to be able to tell the difference.”

“if it was strictly platonic, my frontal lobe and amygdala would not be as hindered. it seems more plausible to me that these feelings are romantic.”

you could only stare at him, unaware of the heat rising to your face and your hands playing with themselves. you both knew this was not the time to build strong emotional attachments to one another but who were you at your core if not someone who yearned for affection?

“based on your reaction, i assume you feel the same way…or at least aren’t appalled by the idea,” L turned back towards the screen, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “we do not have to do anything about this at the moment, I rather have us both be safe from kira before we try to progress or discuss anything between us.”

you simply nodded before looking back at the files on the yotsuba group, pretending to focus as you try to gaze at the detective from the corner of your eyes. this wasn’t the time for romance but you both would try and make the time available as soon as possible. however, for now, you two would enjoy the comfort of knowing the feelings were mutual and that at the end of this path, someone would be waiting for you with open arms.

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dont-f-with-moogles · 2 months

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What It Would Really Be Like To Date L

Here's the penultimate chapter! And it's a Valentine's Day special. Hope you L x Reader fans enjoy it!

Read Valentine here on AO3

#happy valentine's day #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x you #l lawliet y/n #gender neutral reader #death note #death note fanfic #read on ao3 #my writing

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garden-bug · 5 months

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Feel like it’s kinda given that you ship L x Light if you’re a death note fan but I never have.

At most I could accept that L had feelings for Light in a demiromantic/greysexual way. (Sorry I just looked these terms up hope they’re alright to use) Probably because Light’s whole thing was being evil and then gloating over L’s dead body but anyways. L however… he was like ‘ooh this guy’s smart there’s a 86.5% chance he will kill me but damn he’s smart.’ He probably wouldn’t have realised if he ever did have any feelings for Light tho ngl 😭

I wanna know if I’m alone but also other people’s take on the ship!

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paradisepoisoned · 4 months

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It's my birthday, and I'm feeling a type of way rn so here's another little rough snippet from The Ecstasy of Our Virgin Mother Saint Mandy that hopefully won't take me another 87 months to complete💀

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winter-literature · 1 year

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Lawlight Fanfiction Readers and Writers - I Need Your Help!

Hello Death Note fandom, I have fallen down a worm hole lately and have read far too many fan fictions lately - which gave me an idea. I want to start running polls and competitions for the fanfiction works that deserve attention (and to help anyone that, such as myself, has an insatiable addiction to DN fanfiction).

BUT TO START THAT - I wanted to start gathering general recs.

In the future, I want to run polls for One Shots and certain tropes, but for now, I just want to see what the Tumblr Death Note Fandom is able to bring forward to make a starting ground for this 'competition'. (I say competition - I guess the reward is more fanfiction content for everyone).

I want to start running Polls in June (hopefully, maybe sooner if things start petering out, maybe later if there continues to be valuable growth in additional recs).

For the moment - I have two rules:

THE WORKS MUST BE FINISHED.

It must be L/Light pairing.

If you want to 'play', please either comment or reblog with:

Title

Rating

Your summary/opinion

Link

The polls and information will only be compiled for English works (but if you want to share other languages on this thread because you think they deserve a spotlight, by all means, go ahead!)

In the future, I hope to run a poll for unfinished/currently in progress, but we will see how this first 'collection' round goes.

This is for your favourite works, any works you enjoyed, or works you've written.

The more that are submitted, the more opportunities there are for further traction, so go buck!

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transasahi · 1 month

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you like lawlight right? do you have lawlight fic recs?

i have been passively rather than actively interested in lawlight these recent months so i havent read anything new recently but yes! ofc i have fic recs 1) the first dn fic i ever read Change or the one where L and light get married by avoidfilledwithcelluloid (@/translightyagami)

2) basically everything by TrashKing (@/seventhfracture)

3) this one is abt paradise lost and gives me brain worms to this day

4) i dont even actually remember this one too well but its in my ao3 bookmarks and i Do remember a scene where light sees L's million "im not kira" tattoos and i remember finding that funny and compelling. anyway soulmate au where your lies appear on your soulmates skin. i think i just enjoy how much these two lie to each other and the things that they Dont lie about

happy fic hunting dont forget to leave nice comments and a kudos !

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nerdstify · 9 days

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I'm writing a Death Note story and need help with the middle. Send your ideas via DMs, comments, or asks. If I like them, I might even draw them! Also open to Death Note art requests. Share any Death Note-related ideas and I'll see what I can do.

(and in this case comments too!)

Start and end of the fic under the cut:

Start:

God, the rain was gorgeous. L wasn’t usually one to remark or note on the beauty of people; people did things and said things that he couldn’t understand. They hurt and killed and lied; and for what? For only themselves. But the world- the non-people part of the world- was utterly beautiful. L knew why the rain fell. It brought the plants to life. And even though sometimes it felt like nature didn’t have a purpose- like destructive typhoons and hurricanes- he at least understood that these catastrophes weren’t self-serving. The rain had no greed or selfishness; nothing to gain, and so the chaos was out of its control. The rain was always his favourite, grey and rhythmic and cool. Any beauty he saw in a human was simply a reflection of the beauty of the rain. Watari, cool and graceful and methodical as himself, nurturing lost children like they were plants below his sky. Soichiro, stoic and sturdy, creating a calm and intentional rhythm for L to think to. These people and others he had admired for sharing the qualities of the rain he loved, but there was one more. A conundrum that L couldn’t quite place.

Light Yagami. Not just the rain, but a monsoon. He was endless and unrelenting. No matter how many challenges you gave him, he dodged and weaved until the rainwater had flooded every crack in the moulding and invaded your basement. L wasn’t fond of people getting into his basement. He wasn’t cool and stoic and calm, but he came with a surging heat and a blinding sun and a furious intensity. L was almost sure he was Kira, because like Light, like the monsoon, Kira barely seemed human to him. He didn’t seem to be killing for personal or even corporate gain. Kira had convinced himself and the world that he killed for righteous reasons; for saving the good in humanity, but L couldn’t believe that. Kira killed because like Light, like the monsoon, he simply couldn’t stop.

He had never before been so attracted to a person, yet so repelled. If Light contained a duality and, say, Kira was a north magnet, and Light was a south– then L was north. There was nothing his heart, mind, and the deepest parts of his very soul craved more than a friend- or so he told himself- like Light.

But Light was Kira.

Wasn’t he?

Ending:

He knew it. Of course Light was Kira. There was no way around it. L was doomed by this narrative of friendship he had written for himself. Light was so perfect that L couldn’t have beared to lose him. So charming that the barely human, hardly affectionate, happily lonely L had warmed to him. Welcomed him. Shown him the smallest, quietest parts of himself. But Light was barely human too; becoming less and less by the day. And as L grew more and more attached, Light grew further away. A part of him had known from the very beginning how he would die. It wasn’t a slip-up in safety or privacy, it wasn’t a miscalculation, or a misjudgement of character- in fact he had judged Light perfectly from the very beginning. It was trust that had killed him.

His first, his best and worst friend, using him even now. No doubt faking his grief towards the task force. Or perhaps the grief was real. Despite it all, L couldn’t help but clutch onto the glimmer of hope he kept locked tightly in his ribcage, as the light faded from his eyes, that he could still mean something to Light, despite using him and throwing him aside.

Like he did Misa. Like he would his father and Sayu. Like he did his own soul. Like he did everyone once they stopped being fun to play with. Kira really was a child.

He had always known he would die right here, in task force headquarters, where he was supposed to be safe, and at Light’s hand, who was supposed to be his equal. He had imagined dying with a subtle smirk, Light finally incriminated, and a successor lined up to catch him. But in his ideations of death, not once had it occurred to him that it would hurt so much.

The grief, the guilt, the regret, and most of all the gaping wound that Light created, ripping into him with his bare hands and clawing at the insides of his chest, twisting a knife right into his gut as he pretended to care that he was gone.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Chapter One; Pilot

Not Your Life To Stake

December Fourth, 2003.

In this report is the account of the Kira case from the perspective of the lead detective's assistant. I was hired for reasons unknown to me by a dear friend of mine 7 weeks before Kira began killing. If this report is to end suddenly, I have most likely been murdered. In which case, this report should fall into the hands of the children of Wammy's.

My name is Y/n L/n, born female and 23 upon hire. I had no next of kin at the time. I will be your guide through the Kira case. For context, my alias of the time being was A/n.

As long as I remain alive, I pray no one must inherit this document for you'd have the responsibility to finish this case.

To my dearest, Wammy. I know that if I'm to pass, this information will fall into your hands, but in the case we are in now there is a possibility that if I am to die, you will as well.

Rest well, my friend. From one liar to another, I’ll see you in hell.

...

The door creaks open behind him, a sign his young assistant is back with his request. Sure enough, Y/n's smooth voice breaks the silence.

"I've brought your cake, sir. Is there anything else you'd like before I retire for the day?"

L acknowledges the question without turning to face her with a raise of his hand, a small gesture she'd gotten used to and she places the dessert in his palm.

"No, I don't believe so... Actually, I believe the ICPO has faxed over their requests for the new case. Will you put the papers on my bed?"

A rhetorical question, of course. No matter how kindly he asked, which wasn't very much, she was required to do whatever he pleased within moral and inexpensive legal boundaries.

Striding over to the fax machine and picking up the documents, Y/n left the room and went to place the papers on the front of his bed. Noticing the mess of sheets, she sighed and and set the papers on the floor before leaning over and remaking the blanketed mattress. Once finished, she moved the papers on the bed and came back into the main room.

As she picked up and laced her shoes, she watched L work. From where she was standing, she could only see his slouched back, spine slightly protruding through the white material of his shirt.

She had a sudden urge come to her, to hold him in her arms and to see if she could count and trace each vertebrae. And if she were to hold him, Y/n would start from his long, dark locks and slowly work her way down his back, softly massaging his bones. Realizing her highly-inappropriate train of thought, she quickly spoke her goodbyes for the night and left the room without another word.

As Y/n's feet carried her to her own assigned hotel room, L thought of her too. Watari had told him he needed social practice and someone to take care of him. L argued that he had Watari for both of those things but Watari dismissed him, saying he wasn't always going to be around to help. He had reassured L that Y/n was a close friend of his and she was a wonderful, bright woman and L had reluctantly agreed to her paid presence.

In all honesty, he had expected an elderly woman around Watari's age. That was the first time his speculations about Y/n were wrong. Upon introduction, L had barely spoken, simply taking in her youthful features. In hindsight, it was an awkward meeting but nonetheless, Y/n treated him with grace and didn't mind his poor manners.

She was quite beautiful and quite kind, always offering to do more work. It felt nice, a beautiful woman as she taking care of him and assisting him on cases. She smelled of strawberries and new books and whenever she came close enough to hand him something, he caught a whiff of the comforting scent.

All of this aside, L didn't like Y/n. He had no information on her, no last name, age or birthday. He had no idea who she was outside of work and something about not having that information rubbed him the wrong way. Without an upper hand, an advantage, she was an equal and that was unacceptable. So, he came to the conclusion that his feelings of hatred were for her, not his lack of information, therefore he wanted to treat her like she was disposable. But Watari quickly put a stop to the disrespectful behavior and tried to maintain a cordial relationship between them.

Now at this exact moment in time, which happened to be 9:56 pm in Eastern standard time, while Y/n stripped and showered her exhausting day off her body, L began to read the documents she had laid on his bed. Scanning through, he realized he had overestimated the amount of time they had and immediately phoned Watari, telling him to get the jet ready. Then, he hesitated for a second, debating on making the 70 foot trek to Y/n's personal hotel room or calling her instead.

Stepping out of the shower, Y/n's phone rings in the other room. She wraps a towel around herself and hastily dries her feet in order to not soak the carpet. Picking up her cell, she answers the phone as she begins to rummage through her suitcase for clothes.

"A/n." She said.

"A/n, it's Ryuzaki. Please pack your belongings and meet me in the runway in 35 minutes."

"Of course, sir."

Knowing she had no time for the outfit she usually wore, a buttoned dress suit, Y/n plucked a randomized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants out of her suitcase. Dressing quickly, she grabbed all her bathroom necessities and threw them in her bag, sliding on a pair of cream sneakers before leaving the room, case in hand.

Climbing out of the taxi, Y/n checks the time on her cellphone as she wheels her belongings behind her.

10:38

Three minutes before scheduled takeoff, Y/n began to climb the steps of the jet and smiled upon seeing Watari already inside, seated in the pilot's chair.

"Hello, Watari. Beautiful night for stargazing, is it not?"

Without needing to move, he recognized the voice and made a sound of agreement.

"Absolutely right, Miss Y/n, as always.

Satisfied with their small talk, Y/n continued on with a gentle smile and noted L's position.

He was sat on the right side of the plane, the foldable table opened in front of him displayed a game of chess in which he moved the characters without care for the traditional rules.

His lips wrapped around his thumb as he moved the black queen two spaces down and one space across towards a character that appeared to have previously been the white knight, now painted an odd color of crimson. He smiled and picked up the black king, giving the black queen a gentle nudge one might consider loving then smacking the red knight off the board and onto the floor.

"Good evening, sir." Y/n knelt down and picked up the chess piece, placing it back on the table, before setting her bag in the seat opposite L and sitting down next to it. "Would you mind telling me the details of the new case?"

"A murderer. He kills his chosen victims with heart attacks. He seems to believe what he is doing is justice based on the fact of the matter that his victims are criminals."

Immediately pulling out a notepad and ballpoint pen from her pocket, Y/n flips several pages until she finds a blank one and begins to write with fast and nimble motions.

"What is the percentage that he may be a victim or witness to a violent crime?"

L watches Y/n scribble down her ideas over his game of chess, slowly placing the red knight to the side of the board and merging the black king and queen, placing them next to eachother and turning the white pieces to look away.

"23 percent. I believe it's more likely he has a god complex and is fueled by corrupt morals. From the way he kills to the matter of which he seeks attention, I believe he would be a regular man with high intelligence and a large ego."

Nodding, she closes the notepad and leans back into her seat with an tired look.

L traces her closed eyes with his, realizing her attire and her naked face probably meant she was about to go to bed when he called.

"At this point, aren't all our killers men with big egos?"

L raises his eyebrows, noting her language wasn't professional as it usually was.

"Yes, it does seem so, doesn't it?" L picked up the black queen and examined her closely, blowing air on her with his mouth and then setting her down in front of him, "How long has it been since you got eight hours of consecutive sleep in a night, A/n?"

Opening her eyes, she tilted her head and shook it slightly as if to rid herself of exhaustion.

"Three weeks and two days. I suppose my lack of sleep may be effecting my attitude. I apologize. May I inquire something, L?"

L. Not Ryuzaki, L. She must be more tired then she lets on, with a slip like that.

"Of course you may, Y/n. Ask away."

He responded with the same amount of unprofessionalism, dropping aliases as she had.

"This case couldn't wait until morning. I've heard of murder by invocation of a heart attack by use of drug and vigilantes aren't rare. What is so important about this killer?"

He answers without a beat,"The murders are being committed simultaneously around the world. No same substance is found in the each victim, nor are there substitutes for said substances. I believe this case may have something to do with the unbelievable, the unthought of. It needs my immediate attention, therefore, as soon as I read the ICPO's requests and acceptance of my working on this case with Japanese Police, I knew we needed all the time we could take. Speed is necessary in gaining the upper hand against a man who will not stop killing until dead or caught."

Y/n hums, pauses and then stands up, heading towards the back of the plane without a word.

Returning after several minutes, L noticed she carried a laptop under her arm tightly, a glass of red wine in that hand and a piece of strawberry cake in the other. Placing the cake in front of L, she sat back down in her seat and opened the laptop, setting the drink next to the computer.

"What are you doing, Y/n?"

"I am documenting this case. I'd rather like to think when I'm old and withered and losing years, this is something I might look back on with understanding. Also, based on what you say, if this is truly a case of the unnatural, I want to be as natural as possible to counter that. And what's more natural than documenting a case?"

Lifting a forkful of cake to his mouth, L hummed in agreement.

"I suppose you're right-" He swallows and grabs another bite, "-the most unnatural thing is to be natural in a situation of unfamiliar inhumanity… Quite a thing, to be human in a life unlived."

"Quite a thing. Let us explore the unknown with open eyes and a searching gaze."

To an outsider, it would seem they were speaking utter nonsense as if the two were mad poets. But to each of them, the words were felt deep in their souls and hearts.

Y/n sighed slow and sure then picked up her drink and offered it to L with a kind, toothy grin. At first, he doesn't understand but then he realizes it's a cheer and taps his fork against the side of her glass gently. She sips her drink, types a few keys and backspaces with a scoff.

Time could stop for a moment or two and L wouldn't notice. He would notice if she flinched or laughed or blinked but she did none. All she did was sit and bask in his presence as the plane propelled them to their location and all L did was watch as she typed, pretending he is focused on his chess pieces who rattle and fall into his lap.

Somewhere, in a place across the world, the reason they are traveling sits at his desk, pen in hand and smiling face. Neither man spoke a word as they stare at a computer, the only thing between them and what they want. More information. A name, a face, a truth, an understanding, a peace. And neither man will gain either for the computer sitting in front of them each holds no answers to their question.

Who is the enemy, and what is their name?

A/n; Hi friends! This is chapter one of a new, multi-chaptered deathnote fanfiction. I’m so excited to hear your feedback and produce more chapters for you all! Let me know what you think and what you’re looking forward to! <33

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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Conflict of Interests (Light Yagami)

Kinktober 2023 Day One: Distracted

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You always thought that Light Yagami who sits behind you during your 1:15 PM Tuesday/Thursday Lecture is a really, really cute guy. You also thought the Kira was a gift from the gods of old- sent to protect those who still believe in all things good.

You never expected them to be the same person.

But then again, you didn’t expect that Light Yagami would invite you of all people to his home one day after classes to compare notes for the upcoming exam.

And you certainly didn’t expect it to end up with you being bent over his desk and fucked from behind while he passes judgment on the criminals plaguing the world either.

You honestly thought you were the luckiest girl in the world after being invited back to your classroom crush’s place. You thought you were even luckier when the two of you arrived only to find the house empty and quiet and private. And you swore the first thing that you would do after this was buy lottery tickets when he started putting his hand on your thigh and leaning in close. And one thing led to another, and suddenly you were on your knees in front of him. Pulling out a slender cock with impressive veins, a bright red tip, and a little bit of precum leaking from the very top. He let you lick and lick and lick it all to your heart’s content. But it was only when he had his hand wrapped up your hair and his dick down your throat that he told you that he was him.

That he was Kira.

You thought he was joking. You thought it was supposed to be some lighthearted joke to turn a hot and heavy scene a little more fun and silly. But he started explaining. He started telling you stories. Of his conquests. Of his progress. Of his victims. And while still shoving his cock down your throat, he pulled out a notebook and held it above your head. He said if you let him do what he wants with your body

You know you shouldn’t believe him. In fact, you’re still not sure if you do believe him or not. He said so many pretty and terrifying things. It’d be insane to take him at face value. You’d be insane to take him at face value.

Yet here you fucking are. Letting him fuck you nice and a little dumb while he places the notebook flat against your back and writes names in it like there’s no tomorrow.

‘Your prayers have been heard,’ He told you with a gentle voice after he stood you up and walked you over to his desk. And that meant that your clothes needed to be thrown about his room and that your panties needed to find their way around your ankles as he rolled his hips into you and kept a steady pace while he continued his work as god of the New World. Sliding in and out of your warm, wet pussy so, so easily now that he’s stretched you out and got you adjusted to the feeling of his cock filling you up and stuffing you full.

“You understand, don’t you?” He asked you in a breathy voice- a sound you’re only barely able to hear over the daily news broadcast reporting about a robbery in the Shinjuku area. Truthfully, it’s the only real sign of him being affected by what’s happening. But that didn’t stop the creaking of the floorboards and the shaking of his desk. That didn’t stop the pen in his hand from scribbling in the little black book- a feeling you can only barely recognize. Nor does it stop your wanton moans the muttered comments underneath his breath about your whorish body- ready to serve your god the only way you could. “Kira is too busy to fuck you properly. So this will have to do, won’t it? ”

His tone loses its gentle touch in that moment. No longer does it sound like the Light Yagami that you knew from class. No longer does it sound like the Kira you would imagine in your dreams. Strong, considerate, sweet. Maybe deep down inside, you could have imagined that Light was Kira after all. Maybe, but you’re not really sure. You really…you really can’t think that hard right now. Because there’s a hand gripping onto your hip that’s forcing you to bounce back on the cock behind you. And it’s hitting at that particular spot inside of you- the spot that none of your past boyfriends have been able to come close to reaching. And that feeling is making you whine. Making you squirm and moan and call out the name of your god- the real name.

And yet? He doesn’t seem to care.

Instead, you hear him groan from behind you when you move too much. And you feel his anger when you get a little loud. Annoyances like this cause him to get a little rough with his handling of you. Sometimes, he’ll just turn the TV a little bit louder, as if to try to drown out your voice as you call for your god. Sometimes, he’ll adjust his grip on your hips to be a little tight. Too tight. Or maybe it’ll be a harsh slap of your ass. Or a tug at a fist full of your hair. Or a single, murmured command: “Shut up.”

But he never once stopped writing in that notebook. He never once stopped judging. Killing. Saving.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but justice waits for nothing.”

At least, that’s his offhanded excuse to you to get you to quiet up and let him work. And maybe it’s because he told you that he’s a god that you decide to stand there, spread your legs, and take it. Maybe it’s because you believe that he’s a god that you decide that you’ll just bite at your lips, turn your hands into fists, and let yourself get fucked so incredibly deep and slow that you don’t know what to do with yourself. At a pace that is just enough to drive you mad but not nearly enough to drive you insane. At a pace, he decided. At a pace he designed. At pace built to do nothing but please a man who will never be satisfied. Who will never be entertained. Not unless the world burns. Not unless the world burns. At his very command. And then…and only then…

“Not even for you to cum.”

…maybe then Light Yagami would fuck the sin out of you like you always wished Kira would.

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jammyjamster · 3 months

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thinking up a florist au that is based off of a fanfiction.net fic that has natebit + minor lawlight to satiate my needs

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ynverse · 11 months

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love’s gift

MIKAMI x gn! reader | fluff

a/n: i just know he would treat you right (pre-kira) <3 so this fic takes place before he becomes a serial killer

“please…,” teru called out, grabbing your hand in a way that was harsh but delicate at the same time, “stay with me. let me be in your presence longer than you have deemed me worthy. let me be blessed for a little longer…please.”

he smiled as you stopped shuffling to get out of bed. he wanted nothing more than to stay with you. he knew you had other things to do but the thought of being so close to you and feeling your touch was too strong of a desire. the idea that someone as strong as you and as remarkable as you are would listen to his desires made his heart race. the fact that you would allow him to pull you closer and feel comforted by him…the way you would melt into his kisses and allow him to pull you impossibly closer, it was exhilarating to him. teru mikami needed nothing more in this world than you.

teru never craved attention until he had a taste of yours, maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but view you as some otherworldly being. he knew he was being selfish but he didn’t want to let you go after he’s had you, even if he feels like he didn’t deserve to be basked in your love every day. with the constant joy you have brought into his life, he feels as if it’s only right for him to make you feel on top of the world.

“you know i would pick staying in bed with you over anything else,” you couldn’t help but lovingly sigh, snuggling yourself further into his chest.

“then let us stay in this position forever.”

his eyes were laced with adoration for you and the small smile he gave when you held him tighter made you melt.

“teru,” you couldn’t help but giggle, “i’m not even working today. i just need to go somewhere alone to buy you a birthday gift.”

“all i need is for you to wake up each morning,” teru placed a kiss atop your forehead, “that is a gift in itself. letting me love you is another gift you’ve given me. i don’t need anymore because i have you.”

you decided to give up (for now) and let yourself be lulled back to sleep by the sound of his heart beating for you and the warmth he gave off.

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httpwammy · 2 years

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Fondling feelings

Summary: Mello realizes how much he's fallen for you while you pet his hair.

Genre: fluff

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“What are you doing?” Mello asks suspiciously.

“Art,” You whisper in his ear.

You know perfectly well the answer would get to his nerves, but what is a relationship without a bit of teasing, right?

“Feels more like a raccoon roaming my scalp,” he teases, leaning against your chest a bit more, getting comfier, you suppose.

"And yet you like it."

Your fingers keep dutifully lacing his locks with one another, lovingly stroking them from time to time, running your nails gently through his scalp. Mello hums, relaxing more into your touch.

“Hey, if you make my hair into something ugly, I'll kill you.” he jests after some time.

You let out a closed-mouth chuckle. “Oh, and if I make it into something pretty, will you kiss me?”

Mello scoffs. "You think it'll be that good?"

"You can bet so."

Despite not knowing whether your relationship with him was "serious" or not, you love these quiet moments with Mello: when nothing but you two exists.

Mello, on the other hand, is slowly noticing how screwed he is. Every day a bit more attached to your touch, addicted to your scent, craving to hear your voice.

Damn, he should've known this was getting dangerous. Yet, he chose to ignore it because being with you feels too fucking good. Now it is too late to do something about it.

“Okay, it's done! What do you think?” you ask, placing your chin in the crook of his shoulder while pointing to the small mirror on the wall with your other hand for him to see.

Mello quirks a brow, evaluating.

"Not bad," he grants.

"Damn!" you jest, snapping your fingers for antics. "Not good enough for a kiss."

That makes him laugh. Mello turned, cupping your cheek with his hand.

"I guess I could give you a consolation prize."

He pulls you in for a small peck at your lips. And you give him one back and another, and you sneak your hands behind him to press your chest against his. Mello nips at your lips, enjoying your taste.

The hand at your cheek slides to your neck. Mello pulls away. "Don't be greedy."

"Tough request," you pant.

You graze his nose with yours as his hand goes to your nape. His lips look wet and soft. You start tracing them with your thumb. Mello bits it.

"Ouch!" you chuckle, gazing into his eyes. "I like you, Mello."

A fondling feeling blooms inside him as a soft voice whispers at the back of his head that you are a safe place.

He smirks. "I like you too."

#soft!mello lives in my heart rent free #a cozy feeling rewrite #mello #mihael keehl #mello x reader #mello death note #death note #death note fanfic #mello x you

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immortalmsmoon · 9 months

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Cherry Red

Vampire!Light Yagami X Reader

Warnings: None! (some descriptions of teeth on skin, and hands on skin, but nothing warning worthy)

Word Count: 795

The moonlight shone through the window, thin white curtains doing little to block it out. Wind blew in coldly, a shiver running up your spine. The clouds hovered around the moon, bringing the smell of rain - perhaps snow even - with them. You assumed it would be cold in the days to come, inside and out, but at the moment that didn’t bother you. Not in the slightest.

Not when a pair of hands held your waist tightly, holding you in place. Your hands were wrapped around the head and back of your lover, Light, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. To you, he was perfect. Lovely and charming, and oh so amazing at filling your stomach with butterflies.

To him however, you were so much more. Sure you were lovely and pretty, but you were so, so much more. You were intoxicating. He could smell your blood, its sweet scent corrupting every sense of his, pushing his limits. He loved how your scent burned his nose, filling his mind with the temptation to bite down on your smooth pretty little neck, and he fought to contain himself, to keep his urges under control. But he could only hold back so much.

You gasped at the feeling of his sharp canines on your neck, right at the base of your collar bone. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to break the skin, not even close, but you could feel them pricking your skin, Light’s grip on you tightening. You could feel his fingers pressing crescents into the plush skin of your almost bare hips, and suddenly his weight on you seemed much heavier than before. Your body tensed.

You were scared - no uneasy. You weren’t scared per say, but you knew all that Light was. All that he was capable of. And while you loved him, you couldn’t help the panicky feeling that was quick to spread through your body.

He was a predator. He was a beast made of metal, built to hunt and kill, and although you knew he would never kill you out of choice, you could never be sure of what would happen if he were to lose control of the creature inside him. He felt your tense body and quickly released you. He rolled off the bed, fleeing to the corner of the room. He was shrouded in the shadows, the place in which he stood the only place moonlight couldn’t reach.

His eyes slowly opened, red iris glowing in the dim lighting. You could see the guilt in his eyes, the fear of overstepping a boundary constant in his mind. He knew that you saw him for what he was. A vampire. A creature - a killer.

You bit your lip, guilt filling you up. You hadn’t meant to tense up as bad as you did. You could see light shake his head. “I- I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.. I shouldn’t even be here!” you could hear the turmoil in his voice. “If only you knew what you did to me..” he said, placing his head in his hand. You called his name, once, twice, you voice a soft echo through your room. He looked at you, eyes hard. The soft cherry red of his eyes had shifted into a colder colour, one similar to that of blood. You forced the shiver in your spine to go away.

You softly patted the spot on the bed beside you, your soft silky night shirt flowing around you like water. He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, denying anything he had to say, before patting the bed again. Slowly you could see the human part of him win his mental fight, and he stepped slightly closer to your bed, his eyes on you. They had turned back to the soft colour you adored, the one that had brought you so much comfort.

It was like taming a beast, one that was strong and deadly, one that could kill you, but one that was still weak to the softness of romance, of having someone to care for you. Slowly he crawled onto the bed, moving closer to you, eyes strong and unblinking. He moved his face close to yours, eyes boring into yours. You moved your face closer to his, before pressing your lips softly but firmly against his, his eyes finally closing.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses once again as he had before.

Over the time of knowing Light you grew to understand one thing about him. Vampires were seen as monsters. Predators who would kill everyone for a taste of blood. Light was no monster. At least, not with you.

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livingd3adqpid · 8 months

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I've got your number but not once have you answered your phone till now, so now I'm at your door. (By FOB)

Part 1. (Maybe??? Idk tbh).

(Matt x Mello fanfic inspired by the song Emergency Contact by Pierce The Veil)

{Tags: slight angst, fluff, late confessions, reunions, a bit of crying}

[A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic here, let alone writing one fully in English, so I apologize if my English isn't that good. Please enjoy!!]

It was raining at Whammy's, and the atmosphere at the orphanage was quiet and peaceful, which was kind of unusual for that late afternoon.

The clacking and tapping of the gaming controller echoed through the closed door of one of the dorms. A frustrated yell came right after the hard slam of another door, but this time, it came from Roger's office across the hall.

An upset blonde kicked the room's door open in the blink of an eye, revealing Matt, a redhead with glasses sitting on a beanbag, who greeted him in a monotone way without pulling his eyes away from the little TV screen.

"Hey Mells, why did Roger call you in?" The redhead asked, not gaining a single word from his roomie; instead, there were a lot of rustling sounds and things were thrown around. Matt grew a little concerned, so he finally paused the game and turned around.

Mello looked back at the redhead with his big sapphire eyes, enraged and a little puffy, as he held a bunch of clothes he had just pulled out of the drawer they shared. Matt could tell from miles away the frustration building up in Mello's expression, he knew the blonde too well to tell.

"Mello?" Matt called out for his friend, whose expression tightened as soon as he heard the redhead speak. Matt just walked over to the door and closed it, turning to Mello with growing worry.

They both looked at each other in silence until the redhead walked over to the blonde. Mello just straight up pulled him into a tight hug, which Matt reciprocated, still confused.

"L's fucking dead..." Mello said as he buried his face in Matt's shoulder. Matt froze, then he squeezed Mello a little.

Those words felt like a bucket of cold water had been dropped on top of him. Even though Matt wasn't on Mello's level, let alone Near's, he felt some sort of admiration for the man who was the idol of the orphanage's kids. Now that he was gone, all Matt could think of was his companion's grief. Mello was close to L; he looked up to him, which originated his rivalry with Near, but now the motive was gone.

"Did he..." Matt gulped, looking at their reflection in the window. "...Choose his successor?"

Mello felt a huge knot in his throat, getting tighter as he remembered what Roger told him and Near, along with the albino's words.

"This useless successor shit doesn't fucking matter anymore." Mello muttered, clenching his fists behind Matt's back. "I'm leaving this shithole for once."

Matt felt his stomach turn.

"You're leaving, then." Matt broke the hug, letting go of Mello as he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry..." Mello mumbled, walking back to the drawer and throwing stuff inside a backpack.

The redhead turned away from the blonde, wishing deep down he could go and leave everything behind. He'd say yes to any invitation without hesitation; he just didn't want to leave his side so soon.

Matt cursed the orphanage quietly; he cursed L for allowing his family to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age—the same burden for which he saw others literally die for.

Mello zipped his backpack, signifying that he had finished packing. The blonde bit his lip as he saw the redhead with his back still turned to the TV. Some pressure in his heart emerged as he stared and couldn't sense if he was going to turn to face him.

"Matt, I need to catch Kira." Mello answered, clenching his fists. "He needs to be stopped and prosecuted for what he did to all of those innocent people, to L--"

"That's fucking bullshit!" Matt exclaimed, interrupting Mello as he threw his goggles against the floor. "Don't lie to me; you want to prove yourself to Roger and the others."You want to prove that you're capable of beating Near!"

Mello finally snapped; the pressure of having to bear the news of L's death and not knowing if he'd even chosen a successor was too much. Having his close friend, the one person who understood and stayed by his side for so long rightfully call him out, was just enough for Mello's emotions to overflow.

He didn't want to let grief make him snap at the person he loved so dearly.

"Okay, and what if I do?!" Near has done nothing but sit, build a shitty puzzle, and say something smart. I've done more than him, and my work is NEVER recognized; it wasn't enough for Whammy, nor Roger, not even FUCKING L."

Matt's eyes widened, and Mello's started to fill with tears.

"You don't get how hard it is for me," the blonde said, turning his head down to face the floor. "I refuse to let that fucker destroy me that easily..."

Hot, angry tears started rolling down Mello's red cheeks as he huffed in frustration. Matt just stared at him, eyes still wide, and his chest contracted from all the air he held in as he listened to Mello get off. The whole thing was so hard on both of them, and Matt finally acknowledged just how much this meant to Mello, and that realization hit close to his heart as soon as the first tear made its appearance.

"Mihael..." Matt approached Mello, who nudged him on the side of his arm as soon as he saw the redhead approach him.

"Stop." Mello hid his face in between his hands; vague sobs were the only sounds coming from him. "Stop pitying me...”

But before anything else could be said, Matt stormed out of the room as everyone was gathered for dinner, leaving Mello with his heart on his sleeve, holding his tears as he sat on the bottom bed of the bunk they shared.

He sure needed to think.

There was so much Matt thought about for those long 30 minutes he spent in line.

Maybe he and L weren’t as close as Mello and Near were with him, he had forgotten about that until he saw the other kids wailing silently in the cafeteria by the recent news provided recently. Through the crowd, Matt noticed Near in the living room, slouched and solving a puzzle all by himself; the albino’s face suddenly turned towards the redhead, which made him flinch.

“L is dead, Matt.” Near commented, his eyes stuck in Matt.

“I know.” Matt answered, his head turned down to the carpet. “Mello wants to leave, he refuses to work with you.”

Matt’s words had some poison in them towards the other boy, who didn’t even blink in response, but he turned towards his puzzle instead.

“I hope you’re fucking happy now that you’ve got the title all to yourself.” Matt muttered, leaving Near in the living room by himself to leave to the big hall where the dorms were.

There he was now, walking through the halls of the orphanage with the rain still going; only this time it was pouring stronger than before. He had actually managed to meditate on the line to get food and now he was determined to head over to their dorm room with two plates of warm lasagna and soft vegetables along with two cups of soda and some of Mello’s favorite chocolate brand. If Mello wanted to leave, then at least Matt would apologize and ask if they could eat together one last time before who-knows-when they meet again.

Matt wished for their last hours together to be nice, fun and grudge free.

The image of L came to his mind as soon as he touched the door knob to their room with his elbow. A shiver went down his spine as he opened the door to find Mello still there, asleep on the bean bag with trails of tear stains in his cheeks. Matt almost started to cry from both relief and grief, but he held it in before nudging Mello with his shoe. The blonde’s eyes fluttered before opening wide and sitting back up in the bean bag; Matt handed him the plate and sat beside him to eat his. As they shared some awkward silence, Mello placed his hand on Matt’s and squeezed it tight.

“I’m still leaving, you know that better than everyone.” Mello said, a teary tone remained in the sound of his husky voice. Matt turned back to Mello and sighed.

“I’ll take you to the bus stop myself.” The redhead replied without thinking, and the blonde’s eyes widened by his answer. “What? I mean it, just– finish eating and we’ll sneak out when everyone’s asleep. If leaving is what you want then so be it.”

Mello didn’t know what to say, he just nodded back at Matt and started to finish his food, munching it carefully as Matt looked with awe. At 10 pm sharp, Matt set an alarm before he and Mello lied down, hugging each other tight. Mello’s hand was caressing Matt’s head gently as they both tried to take a brief nap.

Mello felt his heart beat faster and his face burn as he felt Matt cling onto him while asleep. This kind of proximity was common between both boys, and they both knew it was due to something else. This kind of scenario only happened when the other needed comfort, but Mello had not once mentioned needing it today. Today's events led his to scream and wail and push everything away-- he was about to run away at 15 all by himself in a couple of hours now!

As soon as he turned down to see Matt snoring soundly on the blonde's chest, Mello's lip quivered with doubts that invaded his head like a pest, making his arms wrap around Matt's sleeping body as his sobs were muffled by the pillows.

He didn't want to leave the only person who stayed by him during all of these years, but he knew bringing him with to catch an immature mass murderer could be the biggest danger he's ever been so far.

So the conclusion that Mello's mind came to, was to wait.

Wait before it was time to go.

Because the blonde knew damn well he didn't want to let go of the redhead and possibly die in this investigation, yet he couldn't bear with asking Matt and risking his life as well...

He loved him too dearly to even think about inviting him.

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