#death note ocs

[shootingsun]

7, 12, 23, and 24 for alison? 🥺

HIHIHI okay so!!!!! Many Alison thoughts at all times, here they are!!!!

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Alison was originally meant to be a Misa type figure, but for L and significantly more reluctant about it. Very much the obsessive, clingy successor who was on a strangely intimate basis with L without them actually dating. This changed over time to make her more independent as a character, and because I decided I wanted an 'A is Kira' AU, those traits eventually split off into several Other A's (Adrien, Aleksei and Anya) and I solely focused on making Alison the Kira of her universe.

They're still kinda weirdly obsessive about each other tho lmao.

12) Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Alison is VERY self-destructive but she also has a sense of self-preservation. She wants to be the last one standing and then take herself out. So, for example, she tended to be physically violent towards both herself and others as a teenager, but as an adult she can restrain herself a bit better.

Emotionally, she's not much better. She doesn't make friends anymore due to the way the LABB incident turned out, and if she even slightly begins to be attached to someone she'll either use them to further her agenda against L or she'll viciously cut them off as a form of self punishment to remind her what her real priorities are.

23) What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Alison finds it hardest to process sadness. It usually just manifests as anger, and she doesn't know how to handle grief. She was a very emotional little girl, but Wammy's stamped that out of her as soon as possible. When she was tortured, she came out of it in deep grief for her old self, for the innocence she lost. But she didn't know how to handle that, and she didn't even recognize it as the sadness it was. So, instead, she got angry about it.

The hardest for her to express is vulnerability. If you see Alison Kasady cry around you, she's either manipulating you, or undergoing possibly the worst day of her life so far (and that's hard). She thought L was her friend, once, and the two were often vulnerable with each other as children. Now, she won't let anyone see her like that ever again, because she'd literally rather die.

24) What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Alison never really knew what she wanted to do with her life, going to Wammy's during her most formative years. But she always had a passion for music and composing. So, if she hadn't been selected for the Successor Program specifically, she'd likely have ended up composing music. I could very much see her ending up writing music for musicals, a combination of classic and contemporary. That, or soundtracks. I feel like Alison appreciates a banging soundtrack.

[grimalkinmessor]

New picrew dropped, so I decided to make my Death Note OCs :D ✨

In order we've got Mice, Spider, Henka, Mina, and Vasykl

Plus a few humanized Shinigami—Cinis, Suraci, and an extra Ryuk :3

[8lood8ath-8irthday]

K’s journal (???)

Q waltzed into his room and inspected a few items prodding them

“you’ve still haven’t answered me”

Q looked at him with mocking look of disgust

“I’m here to visit you of course!” He said as he sat on K’s bed

K frowned Q was lying through his teeth he only visited when he wanted something

“Hurry and tell me what you want I don’t want to miss lunch” he sighed

Q rolled his eyes “I was seeing if you wanted to hang out, that’s all”

“that’s it, really?” K said skeptically Q nodded and lied back on his bed

“Hold on.. when did you get a mullet?” He said in utter confusion

“Just a few days ago, I did it myself ya like it?”

“yeah of course..” he lied

[zimt-deathnote]

Thanks to @gameswillbeplayed for the idea, I love Wammy's shenanigans and I love Mello being batshit crazy passionate about the most random shit

[running-with-kn1ves]

Exhaustion

A/N: Hey I should be working on everything BUT this. do NOT blame my ass if this is ooc (I can't handle criticism and I'm aware :,>)

PART 1

L Lawliet Yandere! X GN! Reader

TW: Stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive thoughts/behaviors, nonconsensual touching

It was an invasion of privacy; he knew that. It was against everything he stood for, what he strived to prevent-- an act familiar to the criminals he faced. And yet, he had no inclination to turn away, to retreat from your blackened bedroom and leave you alone in the dark. 

There was something comforting about how silent you slept. Even with your body sprawled out like a crooked starfish, with your legs tangled in sheets and clothes wrinkled, you were in pure sleepful delight. A nuclear bomb could go off outside and this little sliver of the world would remain untouched, your eyes so gentle and shut, with soft eyelashes falling against your cheeks as if it were nothing, as if an angel hadn’t fallen asleep on the softest patch of grass away from the rest of the world.

L observed you from a distance, brazen enough to take your desk chair and sit in his peculiar way as a spectator. He did not dare to disturb the sanctified corner that was your bed-laden body. 

You breathed in heavily, a quick heave through your nose that developed into a great exhale of pure exhaustion. It didn’t take a genius to see the weight witnessing your professor’s death left on you; L forgot how distressing morbidity could be for those not used to it, those who had not studied gruesome photos and rewinded videos of countless hours in crime and death. 

You shift just slightly to sling an arm over your face, the streetlight beaming in through your window and casting a glow on your eyes and hair. It made you shine which in any instance would have been mesmerizing, but currently it threatened to expose the felony your stalker was committing. 

Wobbling out of the desk chair with a catlike stare, L watched for movement as the chair creaked. His light, barefooted steps reached the curtains with a swiftness not expected of someone so gaunt. Your bedroom was curtained in complete darkness as his eyes adjusted, seeing the way your shirt rode up to expose just above your belly button, the sheets lined between your legs as you remained spread out, peaceful. It was an odd fascination he had come to realize-- not like one he had for solving crimes and convoluted mysteries, but a pleasant and simple interest in each little reaction you had. From the twitching of the tips of your fingers at times, to the way you’d swallow if your mouth was open for too long. 

Most especially the different vocalizations you made, from snore-like grunts, to hums and sighs of pleasure as your back cooled against the linen. L intended to return back to his place of distant observation, feeling a lump the size of a plum seed burrowing in his chest as he imagined you waking.

Oddly enough however, your skin caught his eye. So unbothered and untouched, barely hidden by the white background you laid upon. Human bodies were a tricky, messy thing; purely biological, and often betraying our more advanced mental capacity for what was right and wrong. But yours… Even beneath that flesh being bone and muscle and meat, it looked… right.

This must be the ‘aesthetic’ that draws so many people in, why love and lust are so often confused… L did not need to dwell on the idea to recognize this was one of the few ‘firsts’ for him.You were by no means exempt from his cynicism or brutal comprehension-- but something here spoke more to him than mere logistical sense. It was appreciation, interest.

What did you feel like, what would parts of you taste like? 

A pale, spindly hand reached out to you, gracing the exposed flesh of your midsection. You were hot to the touch, near burning; or perhaps he was just so freezingly cold. It wasn’t enough to disturb you out of sleep, just enough to send a shiver up your chest at the iciness. L’s hand found comfort resting there, his palm against the soft flesh as it rose and fell along with your chest. 

Dare he… lift his hand higher, hand jaggedly moving up to the middle of your ribcage, slowly disappearing under your shirt. It was warm there, against the heat of your skin and the air trapped against your pajamas; his palm buzzed with a kind of painless sting. 

Gracing the smooth ridges of skin, L’s fingers moved, almost in a ticklish motion as each pad searched to understand what allured him so much, what kept him here, drawing in his desperation to understand. Above all else L was an investigator, one with the all encompassing desire to expose the truth. He felt closer to an answer when he was near you, as if he could touch the reason why he was infatuated with you-- but still, he couldn’t make sense of it. There was no answer to be found, none that would satisfy him enough to leave you alone. 

You unconsciously push your shirt down with a limp hand, drawing away from the cold air creeping up your stomach.

L sharply pulls his hand away, a look of surprise almost making its way to his face. His hand stood outstretched, curled and hovering from above as he watched you shift to lay on your side. 

The anticipation keeps him alert, wondering if this will be the moment your snores turn to a panicked scream. The room is quiet, drifting… the perfect environment for a deep rest, no clear indication of a gangly body watching from the edge of your bed. Your phone occasionally lights up on the nightstand silently; it takes a wrongful amount of force to prevent L from picking it up. 

He could attempt to delude himself into thinking he was just watching over a witness, protecting you from whatever violently lurked in the shadows; whether it be Kira, or an unfriendly fly. Even going so far as to say the reason he adjusted your sheets and lingered his fingers over your hot forehead were to keep you warm, unbothered. 

 But there was no lying to himself, that immoral feeling wouldn’t be dissuaded so easily. And L wasn’t stupid enough to try and pretend he didn’t know what he was.  

The detective retook his seat in the desk chair, finding comfort in the distance between it and your mattress. This way, no movement of his would deter you from the unconsciousness he hoped to keep you in; though, was it truly for your benefit, or for his? His sunken eyes wander, grazing the soft darkness shrouding your silhouette. 

Bringing his chin to his knees, L busied himself with thoughts of what you’d look like when you woke up, how you’d act all sleepily in the morning, and if you’d be just as forgetful tomorrow as you were tonight in leaving your windows unlocked. 

[rinneroraito]

L x Reader: Reader is wearing a shirt with a boob window, suggestive, he's touchy, 600+ words

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Ever since you came in the headquarters L couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not when you're wearing that shirt with a boob window, the clear line of your cleavage completely visible. And as if that wasn't enough, he could also see that you weren't wearing a bra underneath that shirt.

You went about your duties, L mentally sighing in relief that no one else had come into the office that night to ogle at you. He's delighted, though. It's indulgent, the way your breasts bounced when you walked, how the material of your clothing hugged your curves. He was more motivated to finish his work just so he could call you over to him. But you beat him to it, and you sit beside him on the couch (he sits there most of the time now because he likes it when you sit next to him). He momentarily stops typing on his laptop, bringing his wide and curious eyes up to your direction.

"Everything alright on your end, L?"

You lean towards his direction and his gaze immediately travels down to that oh, so enticing cat-head shaped window.

"Mostly done. Y/N, is the wardrobe idea a deliberate choice to distract me?"

A devious smile creeps up your face and you straighten yourself up, heaving your chest out towards him. L's eyes are glued to them, to you, and it's palpable how much he just wants to reach out and touch.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?" You let out a chuckle as you scoot yourself closer to him. "Yea, I wanted to see how you'd react. And I like it when you make eyes at me."

L closes the laptop and brings a thumb up to his teeth, chewing thoughtfully at his nail as he stares.

"You've accomplished that, well done. May I?" He finally asks.

"Yeah, go ahead."

He reaches out, long slender fingers extending towards you until they meet your skin. Your breath hitches a little when he starts to trace the outline of the opening. His touch was featherlike, barely there, teasing.

"It's nice," L muses, adjusting his position on the couch so he's now facing you. He hooks a finger down the end of the window on your shirt, testing the material before pulling it down.

"It's stretchy but not to the point where it would reveal more when yanked on."

"Good observation," you reply, delighted by his interest in such a simple thing as an opening on your shirt.

"But, it's enough for easy access," he shoves his hand inside the window, cupping your breast in his hand. "So soft..."

"You like that?"

"I like you," he replies, looking up at you with those big eyes that seemed to know everything yet still had so much to discover. The words bring heat up to your cheeks, a reaction he's always pleased to see.

"Do you want to do it here..?" You ask, wondering if he could feel your heart race through your chest that he had started to squeeze gently.

"That's a very enticing idea," L says as he flicks his thumb over your hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. There's a cocky quality to the way he hummed at your reaction, and he continues his thought.

"Maybe a quick one, I still have some data to sort."

With his free hand, he pulls you closer, diving into the window on your shirt where he still had his hand. He presses his lips over your exposed skin, and you swear you heard him chuckle when you exhale raggedly.

"And then we can do more after I'm done."

[thealmostthursday]

life eternal - mello

[vamphorica]

mello and matt character sheets for my fanfiction ascension ♡

next chapter will be posted soon!

[nezz-cringe-crib]

no i can't be normal about things i have to turn it into death note. here's michael L as dubbed by @kiyomitakada thank you for the stunning pun i'm stealing it now

[tinyfantasminha]

HIIIII ur oc is so cute i love her 🥺 her dynamic with jamil looks so funny could you elaborate on ur thoughts 👉👈

HAHA... yall yearn for some toxicity...

Recommended to read her OC intro/lore for context

No one knows why or how Vic’s attraction to Jamil began (I mean can you blame her?) At first glance, it might seem hypocritical for someone like Vic, who values raw honesty above all else, to be into someone who constantly hides his true feelings and intentions. But Vic is highly perceptive; she sees through Jamil's polite masks and recognizes the similarities between them. It’s his rare moments of unfiltered honesty (when his sharp tongue slips or his composure cracks) that make her swoon 🥰 On the other hand, when he’s overly polite or uncharacteristically kind, she finds it unsettling and even a little disturbing. It feels insincere and unnatural... ''T-That's not Jamiru...''

Jamil's opinion on her is that she's just a little weird. She reminds him a bit of Ace with her mischievous tendencies, which is precisely why he doesn’t trust her around Kalim. (She has a habit of charming Kalim into giving her “small” sums of money).

Still, while she can be... a little inconvenient sometimes, Jamil doesn't hate her, not at all!! In fact, Jamil would never admit just how much her constant attention and praise inflate his ego. Her enthusiasm for even his smallest successes leaves him secretly flattered, though he’s careful not to show it. He may even take advantage of her willingness to help him when it suits his needs...... she’s too eager to be useful to him for him not to 🤭

Despite his cool demeanor, he isn’t entirely heartless when it comes to her. His attentive nature means he’s quick to notice when she’s in trouble, and he sometimes finds himself worrying about her safety. That said, there’s a darker part of him, a tiny, selfish voice, that sometimes wonders if it’d be easier to just leave her to her fate. For example, if she were kidnapped, (basically the NBC event ig??) his initial instinct would be to rescue her. But then, the little devil on his shoulder might whisper, ''Just leave her. Think of the peace and quiet. No more headaches!'' while his conscience, his inner angel, would protest, ''You’d never forgive yourself if you left her!'' In the end, Jamil almost always listens to the angel, albeit with a heavy sigh and gritted teeth.

overall fun facts

Jamil seems to run into Vic more often than he'd like. While he’s pretty sure she’s not stalking him, the sheer frequency of their encounters feels like a cruel cosmic joke... He detests the way she greets him ''Hi, Jamiru~'' in that same overly sweet, breathless tone every single time.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s been jumpscared by her presence in the Scarabia lounge, usually because Kalim invited her over for dinner. Of course, Kalim never listens to Jamil's constant ''stop interacting with her so much'' speeches.

He now has a double reason to not get near the game board club (🐙🐙🐙)

Ace is quick to notice her blatant favoritism when she comes to watch their basketball matches, complaining that she always cheers for Jamil and not for him. Jamil pretends not to care of course, but we all know he basks in the attention.

[loompa]

ㅤ%ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ★! d-d-dark day @🏭 2d random icons

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✆ㅤ𝑎𝑑𝑗. ©loompa avisa: créditos não necessários, se salvar like ou reblog.

[shootingsun]

Send me asks about any of my As please please please

[grimalkinmessor]

Poll results are out!! ....Forgot I had multiple OCs to chose from lmao 😅

In the meantime, have a little autumn fairy Light. Just a wittle one 🤏 For winning second place ✨

[ccmatta]

Mello needed a hug.

[pennyblossom-meta]

L quotes from Spiraling Trap

Followup to my meta: Analysis of the romance in Death Note's Spiraling Trap

Here's a collection of my favourite quotes and misc from L in the Spiraling Trap game. These can be accessed from the L Communicator in-game. Perhaps some are from the main game, but I'll group them in sensible lists by category. Except for the obvious romance ones, I won't try to categorise them by number of hearts, but rather from how formal -> warm L becomes in speech.

L says a lot of sweet and insightful things depending on the season, his relationship with the MC and the time of day. I've thoroughly enjoyed discovering these quotes (though some I could only get from the translated patch files) and thought others might be interested in them as well.

Without further ado, let's go. I'll be filing this post under my helper section for writing L in case anyone wants to use these quotes for fanfiction. At the very least, they're interesting to analyse his speech patterns when in a hypothetical romance.

Romance

1. L becomes gradually less formal and wary around the MC

As a note, L refers to the MC by their First Name, which will be henceforth signalled as [F/N]

Aren’t you bored? You don’t have to check in on me. That is all I have to say. Please drop by any time. I’m a little curious about you, [F/N]. Are you having a good time? I’m just curious. You’re kind of… Ah, no, forget I said anything.

These below are interesting in that L is being rather sweet and caring towards the MC. He wants to know them, but approaches it cautiously. Bit like a moth being drawn to a flame. He wants to spend time with the MC and shares his thoughts often.

Here, you can take a break from the investigation and talk to me. I’m sure you know that brains are powered by glucose. I’m forever trying to recharge mine. Make sure you’re getting enough sleep. Though, I’m not really one to talk… Staying up late talking to you… It makes me feel calm. Are you sure you don’t need to sleep? I’m all right, but… I’m childish and I hate to lose. Are you the same? I know this is out of the blue, but do feel itchy? My ankle is a little… Why don’t you try sitting like me when you need to think? You might find it helpful. [F/N], I hope you get to see me do some kicks next time. I do capoeira. [F/N], you seem to be incredibly talented at picking snacks that hit the spot.

There's a point in the game when L becomes more and more visibly infatuated with the MC and his romantic side starts to shine. He gives compliments freely, and while still cautious he's more confident about displaying his feelings.

[F/N]… You’re pretty formidable. It’s reassuring to have a partner like you. You’re someone I can trust. The fact we’ve become so close was an unexpected development on my part. [F/N] you’re the light that illuminates the dark night. That’s an exaggeration of course, but… What I need to live is glucose… and to talk to you. Nourishment for my brain and heart. When we’re together, I feel like there’s no problem we can’t solve. [F/N], when I talk to you, I feel very at peace. The time I spend with you is as important to me as the sweets. For your sake… I’d think of a way to get through anything. We share a bond. When you have time, I’d like to take you to a shop that makes the best sweets. When you’re free, how about we play tennis together? I will have Watari reserve a court. If something were to happen to me… I want you, as the person I hold dearest, to carry on the L moniker. When my thoughts hit a dead end late at night, I feel like I’m stuck in a maze. But, having you here makes me feel reassured.

Some of the following quotes occur when the relationship is at 5 hearts.

I learned from you that sweets are the bond that brings people together. You give me true peace of mind. No one could ever replace you. The way I am now, I… I can’t think straight when you’re not around. You understand, don’t you [F/N]? What my heart so strongly desires is something more… When I talk to you, I feel like my senses are sharpened. Thanks to that, my radar has become more sensitive. That was a great decision. Don’t tell me, [F/N]… Are you a mindreader?

2. Times of day

Here's a few quotes related to times of day. I found it very sweet how L respectfully questions the MC for their preferences.

Morning

Morning has come, [F/N]. It appears to be morning. A new day is upon us, [F/N]. When dawn breaks, surely… I wonder what today is going to bring. I wonder what kind of morning this will be. It seems the air outside is crisp this morning. Today is going to be a better day… Let’s think positive. Eating breakfast is important. You shouldn’t skip it. Are you a morning person? Not that it really matters, but… How are you today? I’m the same as ever. I feel good this morning. Maybe it’s because you’re here. Today is going to be a remarkable day. Let’s think positive, [F/N]. This is our morning. I want to share this day with you. Good morning. It makes me really happy to see you here. Mornings like this give me the confidence to solve difficult problems.

Afternoon

It’s lunch time, [F/N]. The sun will set soon. The day has gone by so fast. It’s nearly sunset. Time for children to go back home. Spending the afternoon with you isn’t so bad. What are you doing this afternoon? Oh, should I not have asked? [F/N], what do you think of when you see a sunset? How was your day? Mine was the same old, same old. It’s noon. I hope I can be of use to you, [F/N]. The afternoons I get to spend with you are precious to me. Being able to share this sunset with you, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Some people get very sentimental when they see a sunset. I don’t have the luxury of such time.

Evening

Tonight… No, it's nothing. I want to finish what I need to get done before night falls. It’s evening… Time flies like an arrow. It has gotten very late. It’s already getting dark… I don’t think I’ll be able to get any sleep. Looks like night has fallen. It’s night. Another day has just flown by. It’s the middle of the night. Night is here, [F/N]. You’re up at this hour? There’s something different about the air at night. Night-time… I guess the day’s already over. Night-time, dusk… It’s the witching hour. It’s already evening… Time keeps passing me by. Evening, hm? I’m feeling pretty on the ball right now. If you just stare into space, night will be here before you know it. Even though it’s late, you’re not going to bed, huh? You must be a night owl, [F/N]. Are you a night owl? Oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want. [F/N]… Do you think it’s going to be a long night tonight? You know [F/N], night is… the time to hone your thinking skills. The darker it gets, the more I can feel my focus return. It’s thanks to you, [F/N]. It’s night. You’re not going to sleep yet, [F/N], are you? We’re both late workers, huh? That makes me happy. It’ll be night soon, but talking to you gives me energy. The evenings I spend with you are always a pleasure. When I can eat something you’ve picked, my evening is made. If I’m talking to you, I don’t feel sleepy even though it’s late.

Seasons

These seem to allude more towards romance.

Your feelings have been received. (Valentine's Day) Valentine's Day Chocolate? This wasn’t part of my calculation. After all, you are… Valentine's Day Chocolate? I can tell the difference between romantic and obligatory gifts. Oh, a birthday cake? Did you go out of your way to get this? I’m sorry for making you go through all that trouble. The number of candles is fitting, isn’t it? Happy New Year. I hope you have a wonderful year. Today’s White Day, isn’t it? Thank you for always bringing me sweets. It’s not Valentine’s Day, but… It’s not the right time of year for it, but thank you.

As a fun note, you'll notice that L is very keen on receiving season-specific sweets, otherwise he'll get disappointed.

Spring

They say spring is the season of new encounters. I wonder what encounters are waiting for you. The day before spring starts is Setsubun, isn't it? Do you do throw beans? I never really bother. It’s a staple of springtime snacks in Japan. A typical offering for equinoctial week. It’s practically a symbol of the cherry blossom season. Cherries? It is the right season for them. The spring breeze is nice, but… It must be a tough time for hayfever sufferers. Cherry blossom season… Seeing cherry blossoms at night is a mystical sight, don’t you think? I never understood Golden Week. People rush off to crowded places only to come back tired.

Summer

Out of all the things you could have chosen in this hot weather… Shiruko? Don’t forget to stay hydrated to combat the hot weather. When the weather is like this, doesn’t it just start to make you worry about global warming? Instead of getting angry with the sun, it’s important to keep a level head and take measures against the heat. It's beach season. The cobalt blue water of the sea...It must be salty if you lick it.

Autumn

Something with chestnuts for autumn? That makes a lot of sense. Ah, come to think of it, September 1st is Kiwi Day, right? Autumn has come. The sun is setting earlier every day. Autumn is the time for eating, reading and playing sports. This time of year really is the best for reading crime novels. Feliz Cumpleanos… I thought I’d celebrate in Spanish. Obon is here. The time to welcome and then see off the spirits of lost loved ones… It’s sometimes called the ‘Festival of Souls’. Today is Thanksgiving Day. I am truly grateful to Watari for his diligence. It’s the time for autumn leaves. They say babies’ hands look like maple leaves, but no one ever says the leaves look like hands.

Winter

You need to watch out for colds and viruses at this time of year. Look after yourself. Shaved ice in the middle of this cold season…? It’s the perfect drink for the cold season. Merry Christmas. I doubt Santa can find this location, though. It looks cold outside. It’s best to stay inside where it’s warm. Happy New Year. I hope we both have a good year. It’s New Year’s Eve. Let’s welcome this new year with peace of mind. Ski season, huh? It must be exhilarating to ski in a snow-white landscape. You wake up one morning to find the whole world covered in snow… This is the time of year when such things are possible. Another year has come to an end. There are still a few loose ends I have yet to tie up, but I think it was a good year. Even though Santa Claus comes in through a chimney, he never gets charged for trespassing, huh.

Misc Quotes

About K

This sequence might refer to K from L: Change the WorLd, though I'm unsure how gender translated from JP to EN. Otherwise, it's another of the 'letters' from Wammy's.

Once upon a time, K used to work with Watari investigating criminals. The reasons K left Watari… I may be one of them. I caught the criminal that K was trying to let slip away… Now that I think about it, that must have been the trigger. K felt that there was a limit to law-abiding criminal investigations in the wake of a certain incident, and split from Watari. While K was working with Watari, he felt that the motive behind a certain crime justified it, and wanted to let the perpetrator off. After he left Watari, K traveled around the world doing research. I wonder what he found…

Philosophical thoughts

When you get stuck, you should go back to the basics, huh? If you start to consider double bluffs as well, there’s just no end. I think the power to solve mysteries is concentration. Every night is followed by morning. Every mystery has a conclusion. Two sides of the same coin… The flip side of the same coin… is the same coin? It's always darkest before the dawn… or so the saying goes. If you use your head, you won’t get fat even if you eat sweets. “In spring one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn.” Though, too much sleep isn’t good for anyone. If you think about things persistently, noticing all the sides to them will come naturally. When something’s got the words “a la mode” in it, it suddenly sounds a lot cooler. It’s the kind of night that makes me worry about the Stars. Ah, I mean the criminal group, not the sky. Being childish is a surprising useful weapon. So is hating to lose. Being extremely childish sometimes trumps half-baked maturity. If you take your time, you will always find evidence. Isn’t that true for all investigations? Solving crimes is the ultimate diet. I won’t put on weight. Strawberries… Despite the name, they aren’t actually berries. How berry disappointing. Thinking too hard isn’t good for your stomach, but there are times when you just have to push through it. Sleeping while awake… It’s an advanced technique where you rest part of the brain while still being able to think. Like a marathon runner’s high, if you throw everything into deducting, you start to feel euphoric. The one who has thought it through wins. It’s true for chess, and for deduction. But in the case of love… I don't know.

Musings

Right now, they’re probably… I’m bored. Two sides of the same coin… After this, I need to… Am I reading too much into it…? Um, Watari is… I thought I’d calculated every possibility, but this… Somewhere, they must also be… I’d say it was about 70% right now… Maybe tonight… I’ll have to test that theory next time. Mmm… Thank you for that, Watari. If I start to lose my touch… I guess I’ll retire. Another day, another mystery… I wonder if Watari’s asleep? What could Watari be up to? The plan for today is… right. I have a lot of thinking to do. 50%… No, 30%. Come to think of it… That’s right. Um… Nothing to report. I should ask Watari about it next time. I feel like doing some capoeira… I haven't played tennis for a while. Watari will explain the details. Don’t you have stuff to do? The weather today is… Well, it matters not. I, um… No, ignore me. I’m not really sure what to say, but thanks.

Dislikes

Did I enjoy it? Let me just say “no comment”. I don’t really understand what your intentions are, but thanks. You seem to have an ulterior motive. To tell you the truth, there are many other things I would have preferred. I think I would have preferred something else… Oh, please don't be offended. “I wish I’d never tried it”, but… please don’t take it personally. Is this how it tastes? I see. I think I would have… No, it’s fine. I’m quite positive that’s… Well, I’ll let it slide. That aside, I do prefer… No, never mind. [F/N], I hate to say this, but I really would have preferred something else. [F/N], you must know that I was hoping for something else, right? [F/N]… It’s not my favorite but, it made me really happy.

About sweets

Ah, a sugar cube… A cute light-blue lollipop. Has a refreshing soda taste. (about Shiruku) This is the taste of a Japanese winter. (about cherries) …I tied it together. Ah… Ham and melon? You brought a parfait? Very interesting. Wait… So that’s what it’s all about. The balance was just right, I enjoyed it. Ah, this is soft serve ice cream? I normally eat the outside first. I ate the leaf as well. Vanilla, huh? The classic approach. I really like this flavor. It’s extremely sweet. Mint Choc Chip? I wasn’t expecting that. It’s not my birthday, but… The crunchy cone is nice too. I licked the wrapper too. I reckon today’s an ice cream day. In England, they call it “jelly”. Ah, a Mont Blanc?|I can’t say I was expecting that. It tastes better if you give it a good stir. The color of a cooked crepe depends on the amount of sugar in it. I heard that the white strings that come from the peel are good for you. I heard that it originally came to Japan through China. A doughnut in its purest form. Its simple but delicious taste is impossible to tire of. I think the word “doughnut” sounds better than “donut”. You do realize I’m a man, don’t you? Well, I’ll accept the chocolate anyway. A luxurious and fragrant crepe with juicy pieces of ripe melon. Bittersweet marmalade makes this crepe a bit more mature. Colorful, cute dango. Three flavors on one stick. I was just thinking that I really fancied one. If you eat it too fast, you get brain freeze. Rum and raisin, hm? Rum is primarily made from sugar cane, isn’t it? Ah, birthday cake. Is it your birthday today? A special oversized Valentine's chocolate made with love. (might be an item description) Come to think of it, I don’t suppose chashu pork and watermelon would make a very good pair. Chocolate Swirl Ice Cream? My eyes are drawn into the pattern. The dango are squishy, but the sharp point of the skewer can be used as a weapon. Do you think the rumor about the everlasting lollipop is just an urban legend? In French, “choux” translates to “cabbage”. Not that it really matters.

Cravings

I want something to eat. Sweets… My sugar fix… It’s late. I can feel a craving coming on. My rational processing is powered by sugar… I’m waiting for my midnight snack. Thank you. It was delicious. I want to feel 100% refreshed. I guess you could call it a favorite of mine. The sun’s set. I’m in the mood for something sweet. It’s lunch time. I can feel my mouth watering. It’s the kind of morning that makes me crave sweets. I want a midnight snack so badly… That was right up my alley. I really appreciate it. Noon… My brain is telling me I need something sweet. I can’t focus at all this morning. I need some food. I want some food so badly I can almost taste it. Both my mind and body are craving a mid-morning snack. It’s noon. Something to keep my mouth company… Ah no, I wasn’t trying to suggest anything. I can't stay awake any more without sweets.

[rinneroraito]

L x Reader: You ask if you could give him a hug. Almost 800 words, mundane fluff

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It's the middle of the night in the headquarters. The rest of the Task Force had already retired to their rooms meanwhile you've taken it upon yourself to not leave your desk until your job was done. You weren't alone, though. L was also there doing pretty much the same thing as you. The last time you checked on him he was hunched over his screens. When you got up to take a short break, you find him on the glass windows overlooking the cityscape.

There was something lonely and haunting about his figure and where he stood, the darkness of the starless night sky and the empty office seemingly enveloping him in it's abyss. The title of "Greatest Detective in the World" isn't an ordinary feat and looking at him like this puts things into incredible perspective. He's just a person, too. Behind the screen and the garbled voice was just another man doing what he could.

You walk closer, standing alongside him staring at the cityscape below, the lights looking like stars that fell from the heavens.

"Have you ever been hugged, Detective?"

He turns to look at you and you meet his gaze. He's still wearing that usual stoic expression. Unreadable. Unsure of how to read him you're now wondering if maybe that wasn't a question that needed to be asked. Even if the reason was for a good cause, maybe it was too personal, especially for him.

"The last time I tried to 'hug' someone, I got kicked down a flight of stairs. Offering that gesture hasn't crossed my mind ever since so to answer your question, no. I have never been hugged. I also think my lifestyle has a lot to do about my lack of experience in that part, I'm sure you've thought about that."

Your eyebrows raise at his answer. Kicked down a flight of stairs? But more importantly, you were stuck thinking about the latter part of what he said. He was right, that possibility was also a thought that you've been speculating on. You turn to face him, pressing a hand to your cheek before you reach out, beckoning him to you.

"Would you like to experience it?"

You could see his eyes widen ever so slightly as he turns to face you, too. Maybe he was confused that it was something you'd offer to him, but it's just a hug, isn't it? And if he refuses then...

"I would, actually."

L shuffled closer to you and your hands slip through his limbs as you bring your arms around his waist, pulling him in.

He's cold.

L's entire frame is cold when you embrace him. He spends most of his time in front of his screens during the investigation, the frigid atmosphere provided by the air conditioning being his natural habitat. His clothes are cool, his jeans colder as you feel them brush against your thighs.

And then you feel his warmth. It's gradual, but the longer you hold him, the warmer he gets.

You can feel his lean muscles through his shirt as your arms circle his waist. He's skinny, making it easy to wrap your arms completely around his body, holding him firm and close.

You can hear his heartbeat as you press your ear to his chest. It's a gentle thrumming, as steady and as level as his demeanor. You can feel the rhythmic rise and fall that he makes as he breathes, and you wonder if he feels your rhythm, too.

L is hesitant, but he wraps his arms around you. Loosely at first, like he's testing the waters. And then you press him closer to you, reassuring him that he can do the same. He reciprocates. His hands press your back firmly, then he moves them to your shoulders, squeezing you to him. You can feel his breath as he rests his face on the crook of your neck.

You hold each other silently for a few moments that feel like an eternity. An eternity you wanted to prolong. Because in this little pocket of time, there was no Kira, there were no mysteries to be solved, no deaths to be brought justice to. In truth, time is not as forgiving as you wished it was. Yet you're here, L is here, and you both exist. Persisting through it all. You're holding him as he holds you. He's holding you as you hold him. And you're hoping to whatever higher being there is that at least, in this little pocket of time that you're hugging him, he feels some sort of solace in it.

"How does this feel, Detective?"

His monotonous voice comes out quiet, almost whispering, breathy against your ear.

"Comfortable. Thank you."