#–to get an edge over Kira/Light

[a-model-of-propriety]

i can't stop thinking about the "game" motif in the Death Note musical i need to write an essay about it i swear

[coddda]

Everyone knows that Light and L matched each other's freak but I think their dynamic in the musical (the Japanese ver specifically) is underrated. Like it's not super different from canon but they just had this extra edge of Violence that we never quite saw from the more methodical and careful mindgames in canon death note and I think it's great. Like, yes, they did declare in canon that they will bring each other to justice, yes L says he wants to send Kira to his execution, but in the lyrics of the musical they both outright say multiple times that they just want to straight up Kill each other. It's direct the whole way through. There's more mutual contempt. This game is about nothing more than simply being the first one to Kill the Other (they actually use the word "殺し合い" (koroshiau) or "to kill each other" to describe their game (translated as "murderous ... game")).

(Sidenote but all those references about wanting to send each other to Hell?? Beautiful)

Yeah this is a battle of justice and ideals, yes that clash is a key part of their final confrontation at the end of the musical, but throughout their duets (or even songs like The Game Begins where they're singing by themselves) there's this near singleminded desire to just fucking End each other. It's fucking Raw and it's great.

Also THIS FUCKING SCENE?? THIS SCENE FROM SECRETS AND LIES. Iconic. Actually Insane. My jaw dropped. Light looks like a crazy bitch it's beautiful.

Um. Also. Obligatory Playing His Game (yknow the gay sex song) lines dump. It basically says everything I just said above in like 9 lines. You see what I mean right.

In canon they're playing a game of mental chess, trying to use everyone around them to finally catch the other as their end goal, but in the musical you really do feel like all they see is each other. They would probably beat each other to death with their fists if it came down to that. Idk they're just so excited and fired up about their little game in the musical and it's so unhinged and fun and special and I love it. It's like the writers for the musical decided to kick their murderous intent up a couple notches and the result is absolutely Beautiful.

I also think that the intensity of their rivalry in the beginning just makes the wind-down of The Way It Ends soo much better. It's such a good contrast to their previous duets where they try to sing over each other (Secrets and Lies & Stalemate) or with each other but basically at the top of their lungs (Playing His Game). It feels like there's both a quiet mutual understanding but also an underlying disappointment that the game is finally over. In canon, L's death Is instead the peak of their game, the moment he gets confirmation that Light is Kira is the exact same moment that he dies. In the jdrama it's almost sudden, how L dies, after the quiet moment has already passed. But in the musical L's death, ironically, Is the one quieter moment in their game. Their peak was the game itself. It was Secrets and Lies and Playing His Game. But the end of the game in the musical is not a victory, it's just (as L says) the end of everything they'd been wanting up until this point.

Uh. Fuck it. Clip from the Kenji Urai version because I just love his delivery here. His tone just goes so well with the silence and the sound of the clock ticking. You see what I mean right.

Their rivalry in the musical may have been more shortlived but like Damn they were really enjoying every second of it. They were truly insane about each other until the very end. (Like despite everything I just said about the ending it was still unhinged as fuck. Light Making L Shoot Him and then Making L Shoot Himself with L's Own Hand?? Holy shit man. What the fuck /pos)

Musical Light and L your game might've been shorter but you'll always be famous <33 Please never inflict what you had on anyone else ever please stay in hell forever thank you

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could we possibly get L and reader going at it (wink wink) and then Light literally walks in on them? Whether he joins or not is up to you, i dont mind either way :)

this is the req i was done with and deleted and i’m kms it was so beautiful… here we go take two please work this time 😭🙏

Anyways thanks for participating, sweetlove! means the world <33

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L was a man of strategy. He was intelligent and bold and he’d do just about anything to win, no matter how weird it was. Once, you witnessed him tackle somebody in a bear suit while selling crepes in order to get information on the U.S. government. So his strategies ranged from slightly unreasonable to grass-fed cows in the mayor’s house.

Today, it was grass-fed cows in your house. He came to you with the idea and somehow managed to make you think it was a good one. His logic was that since Light very clearly had a crush on L’s girlfriend and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, he may as well take advantage of it.

L would take you in front of Light, perhaps offer him to join to build trust and vulnerability. You agreed, but things got more complicated when he began taking you on every possible surface in the Taskforce, whenever he had time. It was hard not to cringe when Matsuda made a sandwich on the bare kitchen counter.

Today, L has you propped on a sofa in one of the many living rooms, stripped down to nothing as he sits on his knees. Your back arches and you whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth teasingly.

"Fuck, L..." Your head flies back and rests off the edge of the couch.

His hands wrap around your waist to pull your cunt closer towards him, a smirk on his lips as he drags his tongue down to your drooling core. So lost in your pleasure and loud cries, you don't hear a door open behind you.

Light stands there dumbfounded, holding a stack of documents he'd been dragging around for the past half hour searching for L. He's at an angle where he can see the back of couch where your head thrashes and just barely the side, where he can see your thighs around L's distinctive hair.

His mouth goes dry as you let out a whine. His brain goes crazy between what would make him seem less like Kira and desire for you. For once, the human part of him wins and he takes a step further into the room, slowly closing the door.

He tentatively walks in farther, placing the papers on a table and forgetting about them as he gets closer. At this point he can see your breasts from how deeply your back is arched and L's face buried in your pussy, your legs shaking terribly on his shoulders.

Light stops where he is, a mere few feet away and watches as L pleasures you the way he's dreamed of. Then his breathing stops too, when L's eyes shoot from your face to his. Light waits for screaming commence, to get kicked out and locked in a cell for being a pervert.

But that doesn't happen. L's mouth curves into a amused grin on your clit and lets Light see his tongue flick your clit eagerly. Your whole body is covered in a blush blossoming from where L's fluffy, black hair is. Then you start to make this beautiful, ethereal sound.

Goosebumps appear on your legs and your hands reach between them to tug on L's hair. You sound needy, desperate, pathetic. Light itches to move, to take over. He wants to be the one making you sound like you've reached heaven.

But when he sees the way L is looking at him, he knows that if he wasn't already crossing boundaries, he surely would be then.

So he watches as your chest rises and doesn't fall. He watches he your thighs squeeze infinitely tight and your hands tug hard. He watches as everything tenses and then releases as your cunt gushes all over L with the prettiest sound ever falling from your lips.

There's a beat as you collapse and catch your breath, eyes closed as your shoulders slump in. L slowly pulls his head from you and kisses your thigh.

Then he turns to Light and says, "Would you like to give it a try?"

[bazpango]

A lawlight fan fiction where the NPA’s benefits package includes—mandatory—counselling sessions (their job is emotionally taxing) but they can’t use them because it’s too much of a risk to the task force’s objective in catching Kira:

Matsuda waltzes in with a stack of notebooks under his arm. “I read in Good Housekeeping that journaling lowers stress!” L groans. Soichiro—desperate for any crumb of autonomy in this investigation—fully endorsed the idea.

Light freaks. If anyone finds the Death Note and they hire a graphologist, the first samples they’ll want to compare will be his—if L has anything to say about it. He has to be careful. This will be a burdensome paper trail. With a second (well, third) notebook to keep track of, the mental load is at risk of becoming dangerously heavy—for even the best of liars.

Every morning and evening the team journals for thirty minutes; they are locked away in a safe at all other times. It becomes a sort of ritual for clocking in and out of work.

Light is meticulous. Holding his pen off-kilter to throw off the curves and edges of his penmanship. He takes to journaling like he’s penning the world’s most mundane, most detailed, most virtuous autobiography.

L’s notes on the other hand are borderline illegible. Each entry is merely one or two sentences at most. Sometimes just a word, or a string of numbers.

Strawberries too tart today, taste terrible

He is Kira

1600. 50? …

Misa Light-kun’s girlfriend

Watari. HQ. microwave mud cake?

Light-kun did not kiss Misa back

L feels it, something quiet and scheming in the man sitting beside him. He tugs on his tie. It’s something new, since they’ve started journaling.

Weeks go by. One night, he tiptoes down to HQ hoping to break into the safe and confirm his suspicions; to his surprise he opens the door to find Light seated on one of the couches, flipping through his journal and scrunching his nose at it. “Light?” Caught you. “You aren’t to be here after curfew. Especially not with that.”

“You’re one to talk.” Light’s eyes scan L and then flicker to the coffee table, where his own journal sits invitingly. L’s been got, and what’s worse, Light knows it. He always knows. L wonders if he’ll ever get used to it.

“Yes, but.” L perches on the opposite sofa. “There’s no reason for you to be reading my journal. I’m not a suspect in this investigation.”

There’s plenty reason, and they both know it. If Kira can anticipate L’s hunches, he can misdirect. It’s a poor bluff, but still it’s one that Light can’t cop to.

“I suppose your right,” Light says, lips tightening into a line. He locks eyes with L and closes the journal softly, tossing it on the coffee table. L scratches at his wrist, where the handcuff used to be. Questioning if this opportunity would be wasted by fighting fire with fire.

“Perhaps my journal offered some insight. I was thinking the same about yours,” L mutters, “…Kira is my white whale, I suppose.”

“But I’m not Kira.”

“Yes, you keep saying that.”

Light crosses one leg over the other. “And Captain Ahab isn’t someone to aspire to. I’d be careful Ryuuzaki,” he warns; sounding perfectly concerned as a friend ought to be, “or the task force might begin to question your aptitude. You’re beginning to sound obsessed.”

Snide bastard.

“And what of you, Light?”

Light stiffens. So begins the spar.

“Do you shed the work day off in the shower with ease? Is your sleep dreamless, or do you comb through evidence you might have missed? You are tasked to help us hunt down the most prolific serial killer to ever walk this Earth, and…” he raises a thumb to his teeth, “surely that can’t be accomplished between the hours of 9 to 5, even for someone as brilliant as yourself.”

He’s monologuing now. Leaning forward. Dangling the fish hook and begging that Light takes the bait.

“That would be a most incredible feat for any man,” L says. He’s got Light right where he wants him, wide eyed and stubbornly still. Careful not to reveal any tells, which is one in and of itself. “But you don’t see yourself as one, do you?”

Light scoffs. “What are you asking, Ryuuzaki?”

It’s a ruse. Light always knows exactly what he’s saying, and does this stupid little dance with him anyway because he knows he can. L normally quite enjoys it, but tonight he’s had it and he isn’t sure why. He stands, only to step across the coffee table and plant his foot on one side of Light, the other soon to follow on the other side. Light instinctively recoils until his back is flush with the back cushion. It isn’t quite straddling, because L is still quite hunched overtop of him. But it is an intimidating closeness. Obsessive, even.

“I’m asking,” L mutters, eyes darting back and forth between Light’s, “if you think yourself God, or man.”

He’s still an immovable force, a statue underneath him. But there’s a flush of pink to his cheeks. So, you are human after all.

“This is ridiculous!” Light huffs, wiggling, and for the first time there’s a tinge of urgency to it. “You’re not getting a false confession out of me, pulling a stunt like this.”

“That is not my intention.”

“Then what is?”

“Have I not made that clear?” L asks, and the patronizing tone gives Light significant pause. L looks at the wetness of Light’s lower lip and bites that thumb between his teeth. “…Or have you just tricked me into thinking you’re smarter than you actually are?”

Light, ego bruised and bested, smashes their lips together. He plays dirty, and spars with him until their lips are swollen and there is a tinny, metallic flavour on both their tongues.

God, man, monster. Whichever he is, L likes the taste.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: hi there! slowly slowly writing things and this was a quick little thing that i wrote at work during lunch! i promise i’m still working on all the ask headcanons and the long fics i’ve been teasing, i’m just incredibly slow lately. let me know what you think!

word count: 1.7k

tw: none, just straight up domestic fluff

summary: andrei comes home late and finds his favorite sight on the couch

Andrei pushes the front door open quietly, making sure to catch it behind him so it closes with a soft snicking noise and not a slam like it usually does. The front hall of the house is dark, a little spooky, and he toes off his sneakers to leave them by the shoe rack. A few pairs of child-sized sneakers and rain boots are scattered by the front door and he laughs under his breath at the sight. The grass was damp and a few puddles were forming by the walkway when he drove up, so he figures it must have been raining in Raleigh today.

And a rain day usually means all five kids get their energy out by stomping in puddles and getting as muddy as possible.

He leaves his duffle bag and carry-on suitcase by the door, not wanting to risk waking anyone up by bringing them upstairs. Although, he checks his watch, it’s after 2 in the morning, so you and the kids really should be in a deep sleep. He hadn’t expected to get home so late, but bad weather and then minor mechanical issues had delayed the flight from Nashville. He had texted you when the plane landed, but you hadn’t replied so Andrei figured you were asleep.

Andrei’s stomach growls and he detours into the kitchen before heading up to bed. A little post-midnight snack won’t hurt, besides he’ll probably wake you with the noise his stomach is making if he tried to get in bed now.

When he cuts through the living room, the sight on the couch stops him in his tracks. You’re planted in the middle of the oversized piece of furniture, eyes shut, mouth hanging slightly open as you snore softly with your head propped back against the couch. The kids are sprawled around you - Evie with her feet in your lap, head resting on the arm of the couch, a pair of Barbie dolls are resting next to her seated like they were watching TV too. Alina propped up against your side, curled into a little ball with her blanket clutched tightly to her chest. Kira sprawled over your lap and Evie’s legs, like a little starfish with one arm wedged in between the couch cushions and one leg dangling off the edge, foot pointed to the floor. The boys - 18-month-old Dimitri and five-month-old Maks - are curled up on your lap, Maks’s head resting on your shoulder and cradled in place by your arms and Dimitri’s little hand splayed over your breast, thumb lodged firmly in his mouth.

Andrei stays where he is, looking at you and the kids for a while, heart expanding with love. His fingers twitch for his phone, wanting to take a photo, but he resists and just soaks in the moment.

Your hair is falling over your face and Andrei leans in to gently move the pieces off your forehead. You wrinkle your face up at the touch and Andrei winces, thinking he’s woken you up, but you just sigh softly and your face relaxes back into sleep. Dimitri whines against your chest and your arm reflexively tightens around his back, keeping him close to you.

Andrei loosens his tie and takes off his jacket, padding quietly into the kitchen for a quick snack, while he debates the pros and cons of leaving you to sleep the rest of the night on the couch or to wake you up and move you to the bedroom. On one hand, your neck and back will be killing you in the morning. On the other hand, waking you up runs the risk of waking up the kids. Luckily, the decision is made for him in the next few minutes when Maks starts to fuss and you wake up groggily, blinking against the dim light in the kitchen.

“Solnyshka,” Andrei murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you, but also wanting to make sure you know he’s here.

“Andrei?” Your voice is sleep scratchy and you adjust the boys in your arms, Maks really starting to wake up for his feeding. Dimitri squirms in his sleep and you hope, in the back of your sleep fogged mind, that he doesn’t wake up because if he does, he’s going to want to latch onto your other breast and a tandem feed is not something you’re up to right now.

“Mhm,” Andrei comes around the back of the couch and lifts Dimitri into his arms, cuddling the toddler close in the hopes of lulling him back to sleep. “Just got in a few minutes ago.” Dimitri buries his face into Andrei’s neck, one little hand closing tightly around the loosened tie hanging from Andrei’s neck.

“Kids wanted to wait up for you,” you mumble, eyes half shut as you pull down the neck of your oversized and extremely stretched out shirt, popping your nipple in Maks’s mouth before he can start screaming. The fussy baby quiets instantly, chubby little hand resting on the swell of your breast and eyes closing as he sucks. You wince at the sensation, never used to it even after five babies, and relax back against the couch cushions. Evie’s foot twitches in your lap and you stroke the top of it with your free hand. “Told them you’d see them in the morning, but you know these Svechnikov babies. Stubborn like their papa.”

Andrei scoffs at your teasing tone. “Stubborn like their mama, you mean,” he sways on his feet, keeping Dimitri asleep. He’s got one arm bracing the toddler under his bottom and he’s confident the boy isn’t going anywhere because he takes his other hand and rests it on the crown of your head, rubbing his thumb gently over your scalp. You lean into his touch, humming happily. “I will take them upstairs, yes?”

“Aw, leave them,” you mumble, wrinkling your nose as a tiny baby fingernail scratches your skin. “They were so excited to stay up and see you. Not that a single one of them made it past the first intermission. I figured staying up late on a Friday won’t hurt them.” You giggle a little, Andrei’s fingers starting to thread through your hair and massage your scalp. “‘M glad you’re home.”

“Was only a short trip,” Andrei replies quietly, resting his cheek against the top of Dimitri’s head and inhaling the soft smell of baby shampoo.

“Felt long,” you yawn, patting Maks’s diapered bottom with one hand and pulling the blanket up over Kira’s chest from where it slipped from all her wiggling around. “Missed you.”

Maks unlatches from your breast, drops of stray milk landing on his little face. You wipe them away with the sleeve of your shirt and shift him onto your shoulder so you can burp him. Andrei takes a few steps into the kitchen - you miss the warm, heavy weight of his hand on your head immediately - and retrieves a kitchen towel to drape over your shoulder. He tucks it under Maks’s chin just before the baby spits up all over you and the couch.

“Oh, ugh,” you groan quietly. “Gross, Maksy.”

Andrei chuckles and drops a kiss to the top of your head. “Take him upstairs and go to bed. I will clean up,” he says, gently using his free hand to lift Alina’s head off of your side. Your second oldest doesn’t even make a sound, she’s dead to the world and a bomb going off next to her head wouldn’t wake her up. You hold Maks to your chest, a warm, sleepy bundle, and move Evie and Kira’s feet off your lap. It’s a practiced dance and you pull off the manoeuvre with ease, even though you hold your breath until you’re standing and both girls are still asleep. Andrei gently guides Alina’s head onto the cushion, cradling her head with one huge palm until she’s settled and holding her blanket to her face, fast asleep.

You yawn again and hold out your free hand for Dimitri. You would argue with Andrei that he’s tired too and that you can clean up the couch, but before you even open your mouth, he shoots you a stern look that has you keeping quiet. “Let me take number four too,” you say instead. “He’ll stay asleep now, I think.”

Andrei transfers Dimitri to your arms and the toddler is limp and heavy with sleep. He brushes the palm of his hand over the back of Dimitri’s head and presses a soft kiss to the blonde hair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Dimka,” he mumbles before nudging your cheek with his fingers. “Go, sleep,” he orders gently, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I will clean.”

Emotion clogs your throat. It’s only been two days since Andrei was last home, but you’ve missed him so much. Everything seems easier when he’s home. Five kids on your own is hard, even though you love them more than life itself. They’re all just so full of energy, it’s hard to manage sometimes.

“Go on, solnyshka,” Andrei encourages you. “I will be up soon.”

You nod tiredly, hoisting Dimitri a little higher on your hip before making your way upstairs.

Andrei cleans the spit up off the couch, tucks blankets around the girls, and leaves a light on in the kitchen so they won’t be in the pitch dark if they wake up before the sun is up. He leaves his phone plugged in and set to the baby monitor app that can also be checked from your phone, just in case, and heads upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.

Maks is in his bassinet in the master bedroom, wearing his little sleep suit. His arms are up above his head, hands in little fists, as he lets out soft baby snores. Andrei can’t help but smile at the little noises. He’s certainly your son.

When he looks over at the bed, you’re fast asleep too, wrapped in a c-shape around Dimitri. The toddler is curled up against your chest, holding onto your shirt. One of your arms is draped loosely over him, a hand cradled against the back of his head.

He showers and changes quickly, crawling under the covers next to you. You hum when you feel Andrei’s chest press up against your back, his arm wrapping heavily around your waist. “Welcome home,” you mumble.

Andrei buries his face in your neck, kissing his favorite spot behind your ear. You sigh and relax into his embrace, snuggling as close to him and his warmth as possible. His hand slides over your stomach, fingers coming to rest just inside the waistband of your sleep shorts, curling against your hipbone.

He doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.

[josiewinters1999]

Normal (p2)

L Lawliet x Chubby!Reader

Part 1

Summary: L longs for a sense of normalcy in his current depression. The burdens of the case begin to weigh him down. His heart longs for something or someone far away... If only she were with him now...

Words: ~4k

Contains: Established relationships, angst, depressed L, mentions of low self esteem, mentions of marriage, hurt/comfort, takes place before yotsuba arc

A/N: Thank you everyone to read and enjoyed part 1!! I apologize for the wait on part 2, I thought I would have it done long before now but life gets in the way lol. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope I captured L's character well. I just feel sad sometimes bc the poor guy just wants friends and stuff like everyone else :/ so this is my way of giving him something special ToT hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Watari could barely stand it anymore. Watching L stagnate like this was killing him, and not to mention, severely hindering the progress of the investigation. The past few days, he barely ate, only picked at his cakes and cookies. He requested cannolis once, and Watari immediately knew what was wrong… he missed her. 

The night he watched through the security cameras as L called her, his suspicion was only confirmed. His left hand never left his pocket, the pocket that always carried her photo. The longing in his voice was soft yet deep, and the bags under his eyes were just that much darker. 

The great detective’s mood seemed to sour even greater every time he watched Misa interact with Light. Every flirtatious comment, every touch, every hug, had L shrinking into his chair just a bit more. Watari was afraid he’d break his spine the way he curled so tightly into his knees. 

Even Light was beginning to make comments about L’s slight shift in behavior. He would try to include L on findings in the case, and even tried to offer to take him out for a tennis match. L would have none of it, it seemed nothing would lift his spirits… nothing except one thing. 

L would be furious if Watari did what he was tempted to do, beyond furious actually. It was an incredibly reckless and risky thing to do given the nature of this case. However, the case was suffering, Kira was no closer to being caught, and its lead investigator had a case of a broken heart. Watari was quickly running out of time and options. What else was he supposed to do? 

With a heavy sigh, Watari picks up the nearest phone and dials a New York cannoli shop. 

***

Flipping through the same stack of papers that have been on his desk for the past three days, L scans the words over and over again, as if the reports would change in real time. He could feel his mind wandering, see the words blurring, and hear the noise in the background fade and distort. HIs was losing his edge, and with it he felt, his sanity. 

“What do you think of this report, Ryuzaki?” Light politely asks, handing him a document from a stack he’s already read ten times over. Gently taking it in hand, L reads of an incident of Kira enacting his justice on a convicted mobster, guilty of killing business owners who refused to pay his protection fee. Just like how we met. 

L hums, trying once again to put on the facade that nothing was wrong with him, that his heart was still even in this case at all. “I’m not quite sure, Light,” he answers, “While this type of criminal most definitely meets Kira’s typical profile for a ‘deserved killing’… it almost seems too much like Kira. I think that…” he pauses for a moment, “oh nevermind. I believe that made much more sense inside my head.” He hunches over the drink on his desk before whispering under his breath, “I just keep saying ridiculous things…”

He sighs, taking another sip of his barely sweetened coffee. L didn’t even have the energy or will to turn his drinks into pure sugar water anymore. Everything sweet reminded him of her. After all, her lips tasted just like fresh, tangy, sweet, rasp-

“Ryuzaki?” Watari’s voice pulls him from his stupor only for a moment, that voice being his only comfort in these hard times. Not daring to look up from the swirling, murky, coffee in his cup, he only hums, “Yes, what is it Watari?” The sound of his cart rolling across the floor becomes louder and louder as it approaches L’s desk, yet Watari’s voice stays exactly where it is, “I have something rather special here for you today.” 

When the cart stops, a delicate, feminine, hand places a small plate in front of the detective. A perfectly fresh, puffy, and practically overstuffed cannoli sits right in L’s line of sight. The bright pink cream falls in puddles on the plate, beckoning him to have a taste. 

With certain caution, L takes a hesitant finger into the cream, bringing it to his lips. “Raspberry…” he mumbles around his index finger. Pulling his hand slowly from his mouth, he carefully turns his head to the side, finding a set of wide, soft, hips standing next to him. He follows the figure with his eyes, tracing every familiar curve with a disbelieving look. 

Finally reaching the face of the not-so-mystery woman, L’s jaw practically falls to the floor. The woman only chuckles, like a sweet song, and gives an equally sweet wave, “Hi, cream puff. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” 

L springs from his chair like a Jack in the box, nearly dragging Light to the floor by his wrist. His eyes widen, and he, for once in his life, is left completely speechless. “I-I…” he stutters, “What are you doing here?” The plump woman only twiddles her hands in front of her, a guilty blush beginning to consume her face. “Well…” 

Watari interrupts the exchange by clearing his throat and taking a few steps forward. All three heads in the room turn towards him, though only two of them understand what is even being said. “I summoned her here of my own accord,” Watari explains, “I felt the case needed some extra moral support, and after a thorough call, she seemed very eager to assist. Isn’t that right Miyuki?” 

Of course he would give her an alias that means “beautiful happiness.”

‘Miyuki’ nods eagerly at Watari’s confession, “Yes, he explained everything on the phone and well… I knew that I had to come.” She tilts her head and gives L a soft, sad, smile, “He said you weren’t doing so well, cream puff. If I had the chance to help, I couldn’t just let it slip me by.” 

Despite the flutter in his heart and the urge to suddenly reach out to touch her, L’s logical side fumes in anger. Shooting a glare to Watari and then back at Miyuki, he sets his jaw, “Do you have any idea just how dangerous it is for you to be here right now? Our lives are on the line in this case, and the last thing I want right now, is for yours to be at risk as well.” 

His scolding has her lowering her head in shame while Watari stands still as ever. “I’m sorry,” she mutters, “I just… Watari said it would help you relax to have me around and well,” she raises her head, “I wanna help you any way I can, no matter what it takes. My life included.” 

Looking into her eyes, L could tell she meant that with her entire being. She wasn’t there for any other reason than to make him happy. He had two choices now; shatter her heart and send her back to New York, or put her life at stake to keep her here. They both were incredibly risky paths to take, each could result in losing her for good. 

His silence only raised her anxiety and Miyuki’s eyes begin to water slightly, “I… I thought you’d be glad to see me. It’s been almost two years since you last saw me in person. Do you… not want me here?” 

Now he really was on the spot, he needed to think quickly before this escalated more. Could he really tell a lie to that sweet, puffy, soft face that cared so much for his well being? Would it even be worth it to do so? Swallowing a lump in his throat L finally musters the courage to answer her question. “No,” he begins, “I am very glad to see you. I trust that you being here now means Watari took all the proper precautions to bring you to Japan,” she nods in confirmation before he continues, “If that’s the case…” he smiles slightly, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to keep you around for a few days or so.” 

Miyuki’s face lights up in a smile and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around L’s neck. “Oh thank you!” she exclaims, “I’ll make sure you never run out of raspberry cannolis again, cream puff.” Returning her embrace, L snakes his arms around her waist. A waist that, it seems, has grown. His girlfriend had put on a bit of weight since he last saw her, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he loved it. Holding her felt like biting into a fresh donut; warm, soft, and like home. 

L would have continued to hold her against himself for as long as time permitted, but unfortunately, she stepped away, a red embarrassed flush on her cheeks. Looking back at the dumbfounded and clueless Japanese boy handcuffed to her boyfriend, Miyuki wrings her hands, “I don’t suppose I could have a moment with you in private? If that’s too much to ask, I guess we could talk with… whoever that is, here.” 

“Ah,” L hums, looking back over his shoulder at his companion beside him, “That would be Light Yagami, completely harmless… for now. It would take too long to explain why he’s currently attached to me but…” he trails off, tracing his thumb on his lip as he looks at the massive monitor full of surveillance camera feeds. If he uncuffed himself from Light, he would still be watched 24/7 by Watari and the others, right? Surely it wouldn’t do any harm to the investigation to give himself a one hour break from his experiment. 

Looking back to Miyuki, L smirks, “I believe I could arrange a private moment for us. Light has someone else in this facility waiting to spend some alone time with him as well. He’s been behaving well enough I don’t think it would be too horrible to allow him that. I’ll meet you on the 18th floor… once I find the key for these handcuffs.”

***

A quiet, yet peaceful silence hung in the air as L squatted on the couch across the coffee table from Miyuki. It was strange the way their relationship played out, their phone calls were always filled to the brim with conversation, almost never allowing for a moment of quiet, yet these moments, the ones where each occupied the same room together, were always so silent. Both were so content to bask in each other’s presence. 

L watched her with nearly glossed over eyes, curled in on himself as he studied her every shift and movement on the couch, trying his hardest to commit every part of her to memory, especially since she’d changed so much. The tension in the air that had lingered in the tower for the past week seemed to finally evaporate just by having her here. Right now L felt… relaxed. 

“What are you laughing about?” Miyuki inquires, and L hadn’t even noticed the chuckles coming out of his mouth. She had a way of drawing out the childish joy in him that even he seemed to forget existed. Hugging his knees, he shakes his head, “It’s nothing, I’m simply enamored with you. You have brought a light with you I feared had diminished inside me.” 

Blushing like mad, Miyuki smiles brightly, shining like a thousand stars, “I’m glad. Watari said you’d been missing me lately. You’ve had a lot on your plate and he figured that having me around might give you some peace of mind and focus.” 

“I believe he was correct,” L agrees, “I’d say my sense of peace has risen by at least 60%, and my focus even more so. Though I must admit… my focus is most certainly not on the investigation at the moment. Rather, it’s on someone else entirely.” 

She waves a hand in dismissal, her smile still cheek to cheek. L can barely help the smile on his own face as he stares her down from his hunched position across from her. He could stare at her for hours, there was just something about her that drew his attention like nothing else. If asked 5 years ago, L would say he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the moment he met (Y/N), that all changed in an instant. 

In an attempt to make some sort of small talk, L hums, “I’d ask how your family is, but your father made it evident on the phone he still hates me.” Miyuki sighs, her smile only diminishing slightly, “Well, you know how papa is, after all that stuff that happened with my uncle getting killed that summer we met, he’s been extra protective of me.” 

“I think it’s only natural for him to feel that way, given everything that’s happened,” L remarks. 

Miyuki shrugs, “I suppose, I just wish he would be more accepting of you.” She pauses for a moment before laughing softly, “You know, my grandma keeps telling me that I should dump you if you aren’t going to propose soon.” Raising her finger she does a poor impression of a scolding elderly woman, “‘It’s been five years and there’s no ring on your finger, you’d be better off finding someone who actually wants to make an honest woman of you.’”

L freezes in his seat, his shoulders tensing and his thumb stopping all motions against his lips. With eyes slightly widened, he nervously asks, “You… don’t plan on taking that advice, do you?”

Noticing the way he was gripping his knees, Miyuki suddenly stops laughing. “Of course not, cream puff,” she assures vehemently. Getting up from her seat, she walks across the space between the two couches to sit next to L. Turning towards him, she puts her hands on the cushions close to his leg. “I told you at the end of that summer that I would wait for you, always.”

The tension in his body loosens at her proximity, but he hangs his head slightly, thinking as he resumes rubbing his lip. He sighs, his shaggy hair hiding his dejected face, “But perhaps… you shouldn’t. I fear your grandmother makes an excellent point, dear. It’s foolish for you to continue ‘throwing your life away’ as your father would put it.” 

Miyuki shakes her head, “What are you talking about? Why would you even say that?” 

With a huff, L unfurls himself from his seat, placing his bare feet on the carpet below him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he studies the patterned floor, tracing each shape with his eyes as he talks, “It’s just that… we have been in a relationship for half a decade now, and in all that time, we’ve spent a total of exactly 164 days, 13 hours, and 37- no, 38 minutes, physically together. This job of mine… it hardly allows for a social life of any kind, let alone a relationship of this nature.” He lifts and turns his head slightly, looking at her from beneath his overgrown bangs, “I simply feel that… you deserve an ordinary life. A life that only an ordinary man can give you… a man that is nothing like me.” 

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Miyuki argues, “You’re just as ‘normal’ as any other man. You’re strong, and handsome, and-” 

“Darling,” he interrupts, “please don’t lie to me. You know just as well as I do that this life I live is far from typical. I never had a normal childhood, never had real friends, and I became a professional detective at a time when I should have still been in grade school.” A pale hand reaches out to hold Miyuki’s thigh, “I care about you… immensely. I want you to have everything you desire in this life, but unfortunately… it may not be something that I can give you, despite my very deep desire to do so.”

Enveloping L’s hand, Miyuki grabs hold of him, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t care about any of that,” she assures. “At the end of that summer, before you left for your next case, I told you I would wait for you, always,” she scoots just a hair closer, “I meant that then and I still mean it now. I wouldn’t have come all this way behind my family’s back to be here if I didn’t. L… I love you. I don’t care if that means I only get bits and pieces you manage to spare from your hectic life. I’ll take whatever I can have if it means I get to be yours.”

The detective studies her face with a full heart, his tired eyes watching every twitch and shift of her features. She truly meant every word she just said. She is in love with him, and she would do anything to stay in his life… no matter what sacrifices that entailed. For a moment, he thinks of Light Yagami. He may have Misa’s adoration, but L… L has (Y/N)’s devotion. He had half a mind to kiss her right then. 

Miyuki swallows the lump in her throat as her boyfriend continues to stare her down, his eyes flicking between her own and their hands clasped between them. He seemed so far off yet close at the same time, and she knew this meant he was busy thinking about something. His eyes usually glaze over in a certain way when he is lost deep in his thoughts. 

When he continues to stay silent for more than she is comfortable, she squeezes his hand to ground him. “Uh, cream puff?” she nervously chuckles, “Are you okay? Did I… did I say something wrong?”

L blinks, refocusing his attention on the woman at his side. “What? Oh I’m sorry, I just trailed off for a moment.” He releases her hand, repositioning himself on the couch in his typical pose, this time turned to face her completely. As he rubs his thumb against his mouth once more, he begins mumbling to himself, “There’s no way she would refuse… it’s the only way…” 

With increasing concern in her voice, Miyuki bites her lip, “L? Is… everything okay?” 

He ignores her question and instead asks her one of his own, leaning forward ever so slightly to closely observe her reaction. “You love me, correct? So much that you hang by the phone everyday just to hear my voice? That you would wait for months on end just to spend a long weekend with me?” 

Almost offended by the question, Miyuki blinks rapidly, “Of course I love you. I’d do anything for you.” 

“Even upset your own family?” he further questions, “They never have liked me, and I’m sure they’ve tried many times to convince you to end things with me. Perhaps they’ve even set you up with other men your age to get you to forget about me.” 

“Well… yes, they have,” she sheepishly admits, “but I always turned those guys away. I don’t need them, I have the best guy in the world.” 

L smirks at that last comment, “And I always appreciate your flattery, dear.” He tilts his head before continuing his questioning, “If there were a way that we could stay together full time, travel together, and see one another every day, you would want to do that, correct?” 

“Absolutely,” she answers with no hesitation. “But you just said we can’t… because of your work.” 

“Yes I did say that,” he nods, “However, I believe I’ve come up with a solution that would not only benefit you and I, but would perhaps appease your family as well. Or at the very least, give your grandmother one less thing to complain about…” he trails off again for a moment, biting his thumb before raising an eyebrow, “You would say yes if I asked you, right?” 

“Asked me what?” Miyuki questions, thinking there’s no way he could possibly be talking about what she thinks he is. 

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out…” he mutters to himself. Getting up off the couch, L takes the plump hand of his girlfriend before kneeling beside her on the carpet. Looking up at her blushing face, his equally nervous, red, features quiver as he utters the question that has been weighing on his heart for many years, “Would you marry me?”

Her eyes shoot open, nearly wide enough to pop out of her head, “Cream puff… do you really mean it?” 

Swallowing, he grips her hand a hair tighter, “Why would I have any reason to lie to you? I have been deeply in love with you since I was a teenager, and despite the constant distance and secrecy between us, you’ve stayed loyal and faithful to me. If I were to take you as my wife, you would never have to be without me again. You could travel with me for work, I could finally shower you in all the gifts and affection you deserve, and I could sleep easier at night knowing I wouldn’t have to wait even a day to see you once more. I could even tell you my real name after all this time.” 

Miyuki is speechless, her eyes pooling with tears, blurring her vision of the man on the floor in front of her. Shoulders sinking, he loosens his hold on her hand, “But… perhaps that is too much to ask of you. It would be selfish of me to wish to take you away from your family, to want to tie you to me forever,” he goes to stand up, “Forgive me, I should have never-” 

“No,” Miyuki shouts, grabbing his hand and yanking him back down, “I would, I’d do it. I’d do whatever I had to to be with you.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, a self deprecating sadness glinting in his eyes. “If you want to, we can continue on the way we are. I just… thought that might be a possibility you’d like to consider… I can’t deny it’s a fantasy I’ve indulged in during some of my more restless nights. Thinking of you… it gives me a clarity I can’t find anywhere else.” 

Fantasy. That’s the word he used. He truly felt it was a fantasy to even think that she would want to be with him forever. Yet, after that confession, how could she possibly even think to say no? Under his seemingly aloof and calculating exterior, L was still a man, a man with a heart that yearned to be with the woman he loved. 

“I’m sure, L,” Miyuki mumbles through the tears streaming down her soft cheeks, “I love you so much. I…” she starts crying even more, unable to hold in the emotions filling her heart, “I wanna be your wife… more than anything.”

“So… you will marry me?” he asks once more, just to clarify. 

She simply nods with a resounding, “Yes.” A smile spreads across his lips as relief washes through him. L had solved some of the most dangerous, high profile criminal cases on this planet, but proposing to his girlfriend just now had been the single most terrifying experience of his life. 

It almost comforted him to feel so normal at that moment. He was just a man, in love, promising to spend his life with the one person who meant more to him than anything, as so many ordinary people do every day. He could quickly feel his heart filling up, nearly fit to burst. 

Taking him by the collar of his shirt, Miyuki pulls L to her lips, kissing him with all the ferocity and love she could muster. The first time she would ever kiss her fiance. 

Pulling away, she leans her forehead on his, “I love you, L.” With a smile on his kiss swollen, perfectly pink, lips he reaches up to hold her hair, gently rubbing the back of her head, “And I love you… until death do we part.”

[kurokawaia]

❛ Growing affections ❜

PostKiraCase!Near X fem!reader

WC; 1k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; I'm depicting Near as being around 21 and has his looks as he did in the The C-Kira Story (he's 21 there obvi), pretend the readers skirt went poof, you cant tell me otherwise that Near isn't a virgin, Virgin Near, Virgin Reader, first time sex, piv, riding, near is def a sub youu cant change my mind, no protection, cumming on stomach, near adn reader are quit quiet as i dont think near would talk much during sex

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯; (filled request) pt 2 to growing affections pretty please w a cherry on top! i love near he’s so cutie - ANON

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His hands moved on your back, tracing the edges of your shirt and raising it gently, his touch sent thrills down your back. In turn, you did the same to him. Your fingers were drawing the lines of his body, feeling tension and release as your bodies discovered each other.

Your kisses became more insistent and desperate as if you were trying to convey everything through this single, unbreakable connection. When you both finally pull away, you both lay breathless, your foreheads together once again.

"Near," you say breathlessly, unable to comprehend any thoughts within you now, your poor brain was in absolute shambles at what was going on. 

You had never thought that Near would ever love someone, let alone him being here with you. Never, had you thought that he would expose himself so physically and yet emotionally to someone? 

But no words could convey what the atmosphere felt like and neither could Near as he slowly began to kiss you once more. However, this time his hands were pawing at your shirt adn you shift yourself so that you are perfectly aligned to where his bulge is prodding beneath the fabric of his jeans. 

How far Near has let himself fall by letting himself fall in love.

"Do you want to....?" Near mumbles against your lips between breaths, the evident nervous tone in his voice made you squirm. He was so cute.

You nod against his mouth hastily while your hands trail under his shirt causing his breath to hitch as your fingers wiggle around on his lower abdomen. Near's grip turns to hold your hips before dragging his hands up to your waist,  you whimper when he plays with the hem of your underwear.

You feel his two fingers pull your underwear to the side and drag them down your slit causing you to let out a moan at the feeling. "You're so wet...," He comments, almost in awe at the feeling causing you to bury your head into his neck while letting out a whimper

His two fingers slide in your heat and you nibble on the flesh of his neck and Near groans in response. you grind yourself down on them causing a string of moans to leave your mouth. He curls his fingers and you grind yourself back and forth against his long digits. you felt a coil in your stomach tighten and your whimpers became louder.

"Ngh, Near," you whimper out as you wrap your arms tighter around his neck, "'M gonna- gonna cum."

"You're doing so good for me," He praises, "Come, {Y/n}."

your juices spill over his fingers, you let out an exasperated sigh and arch your back into him. "Do you want more?" He questions with a soft voice, hesitant and you hurriedly nod in reply.

you fumble to get the zip to his pants down and you let out a whine as you struggle, Near rubs the back of your neck to calm you down as you am being very needy in wanting him, to show you that he isn't going anywhere.

you finally unbuttoned and put down the zipper, he lifted his hips to help you pull down the fabric to his knees and you saw the growing bulge beneath his underwear, your mouth watered at the sight as you couldn't wait to have him inside you rearranging your insides. you pull down the fabric of his boxers and his length springs out and hits his stomach that was covered with his white shirt, Near lets out a hiss at the action.

you hold the base of his length and give it a light squeeze while a breathy moan leaves his mouth as you trace the veins on the underside of his cock with your thumb. your hand travels up and down his dick rubbing the strings of pre-come that leaks from him, the moans continue to slip out of Near's mouth.

you drag your body up once more while aligning yourself with him and draping his swollen tip against your folds. A moan leaves your throat and a hiss respectively leaves his own. you sink yourself down on his length and we both hold onto each other tightly. youmessily pressed your lips against his and the ecstasy within your body continued to grow as the pleasure grew.

In a moment of unspoken desire and passion, you lean in closer to Near, your intent clear in your eyes. Our lips meet in a messy kiss, and the world around us seems to fade away. your heart races, and a cascade of emotions courses through you as you press your lips firmly against his. The taste of the moment lingers on our tongues as move your hips against his.

His cock hits that soft gummy place within your walls making you whimper against the kiss with Near's groans reciprocating the pleasure. His hands massage your waist as he helps you carry his weight as you ride him.

"Hah," you moan pulling away from his mouth as you feel him guiding your hips faster you bury your head within his neck and you nibble on the flesh causing Near to tilt his head back at the sensation. you then realised that you had left a mark and that he'd have to cover the red splotch up but that didn't matter. you were so close to coming that your whole body felt weak underneath his warm touch.

you started to chant his name in desperation of wanting to come and I felt his hand press against your lower abdomen making you let out a high-pitched whine as the pleasure coursed through you even higher. "Come on, you can do it," Near reassures you, "Come for me, love."

you let the coil in your stomach release and you felt Near's own come spill within me that carried a moan from him. you let yourself slump against him with his cock still sitting within your gummy walls. Nuzzling yourself closer to him he wraps his arms around you. 

"That felt so good," Near whimpers agasint your neck, "Ahh," He moans, gently helping you off his cock and pumping his length, the rest of the tension leaving him and his come getting all over your stomach.

You lean agasint the headboard and your body was aching, you expected Near to go clean himself us as that was what you were about to do in a few seconds. However, you looked down and saw him cuddling up to your body.

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[rinneroraito]

it could be the alcohoL

Maybe I deserve a break. Maybe, just maybe, I need to loosen up, because things had gone painfully awry when we started putting up cameras and wiretaps in Light Yagami’s room only for them to be removed shortly.

I was so sure we’d at least get something out of it, just something to move the investigation along. First it was the FBI agents, and now this. We were at a dead end again and it just stressed me out. Every waking moment that Kira was out there sowed fear deeper into the hearts of concerned citizens, and also a cult following of people who thought he was a god.

Staring up at the off-white ceiling, mulling over the events that transpired throughout the whole investigation, I sighed. It was all that consumed me for a while, every bit of energy I had had been directed towards this case. The mattress felt comforting, but I needed something else to take the edge off just a little bit, so I got up and grabbed the telephone by the bedside table, dialing Room Service.

“Hi, do you happen to have alcohol?”

—-

L was typing away at his computer when I shuffled into his room with a can of beer. The reason why I came here is lost to me now, only remembering that I wanted to see him. I’ve already finished 3 cans and was obviously inebriated at this moment and I figured if I had a drink then I might as well just enjoy myself. An aspirin, loads of cold water, a carbonated drink and some hot broth in the morning would fix me up.

The screens glowed in his dark office, and I could see his back as he crouched on his seat, the keyboard clicking as he continued to type. His head slightly bobs up and down, left and right as he looked at his screens. I drag my feet to him.

I stood there right behind L, looking at the screens first, then down at him, or at least down at the back of his head and the nape of his neck covered sparsely by his dark hair.

“Miss Uehara, I can smell the alcohol from here,” L says, not looking up at me.

“I’m off duty at the moment, aren’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll be alright in the morning, I have a regimen for this.” I replied, putting an arm on the back of the chair he was sitting on and leaning towards the back of his head. Reaching the other hand holding the beer out to him, I asked. 

“You want some?”

“No thank you, I’d like to keep a clear head while working.”

“I figured. You’re such a workaholic, Detective. Such a workaholic.”

“Your speech isn’t slurring yet so I assume you’re just buzzed. Were you pressured by the events as of late? I didn’t expect you to be the type to drink alcohol, actually.”

“Oh, you didn’t, did you? Well, it has been stressful, but I can manage. This helps.” I brought the can to my mouth and took a long swig from it, exhaling after. “And I guess, in some way, you’re helping me, too.”

L was very much aware of the effects of alcohol and how it lowers down a person’s inhibitions significantly. The way I was approaching him right now was more daring than usual and he knew it. I drank down what was left of the drink in the can. “Would you please elaborate on that, Miss Uehara? Besides helping out with the Kira case and that small encouragement I gave you some time ago, I don’t suppose I’ve done anything of significant help towards you.”

A small chuckle escaped me as I leaned closer towards him, resting my forehead on the back of his head. I felt him shift slightly as I made contact with him, but I could still hear the keyboard clicking so he didn’t seem too distracted at all by what I did.

“Because you’re an inspiration to me and well, I like that you’re here, World’s Greatest Detective. It’s like, a biiiig deal to me that I get to work with you, you know?” I ramble.

“You speak rather highly of me, Miss Uehara, I’m touched, thank you.” He speaks in his usual monotone voice and in my inebriation and the fact that I couldn't see his face, it was hard for me to  tell if he was actually flattered or was just responding out of courtesy.

“Also, I think I actually like you, L...”

The keyboard’s clacking stopped as the words escaped my mouth. I dropped the usual honorific I called him by, likely influenced by the alcohol. He was still, and I continued to ramble on in my intoxication.

“I like the way you stare at things like you’re trying to dissect them before you, your piercing glare so intense that I feel like if you had lasers in your eyes I’d be bisected right in front of you. I like the way you daintily hold things with your thumb and forefinger, and it makes me wonder just how strong your digits are.”

He shifted slightly forwards, and I brought the arm that I had resting on the back of his chair around to rest on his shoulder.

“I like the way you eat your sweets, it’s nice to see you enjoy them. I like how I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or you’re just being blunt at times, and it sends the rest of the Task Force in a state of confusion whenever you say something.” I chuckled, pressing my cheek on the top of his head.

“I like your face, the seemingly permanent shadows under your eyes, your sharp jawlines and how long your neck is, your lanky frame… I like how you’re so smart and you know that you’re the smartest guy in the room but you give everyone the benefit of the doubt because of the way you look.”

“Miss Uehara…”

“I don’t know, Detective, maybe I do like you or maybe it’s the alcohol.” Hair strands fell off my shoulders, caressing the nape of his neck as I lowered my face on the back of his head, his hair  brushing against my cheeks. “Your hair smells nice.” I say, feeling my breath bounce off of the nape of his neck and I felt him bend forward away from me just a little.

“While I am flattered by your words, Miss Uehara, I have my reservations over accepting them due to your current state. Were the things you just said truthful and you’ve been harboring a fondness for me for a while or were they just a product of the mock confidence induced by alcohol?”

My eyelids fluttered as I listened to him and I tilted my head so my cheek was pressed into the back of his head again.

“If I remember all of this in the morning and start acting awkward around you, then you’ll know..”

“Would you kindly stand up so I can move away, please? I’ll have Watari assist you back to your room.” Exhaling slowly I did as he requested and leaned away from him. “Can I sleep on the couch over there? I don’t..” I swayed slightly on my feet.

He turns around and looks up at me, his wide eyes illuminated by the electric lighting of the monitors before us. I could swear there was a gentleness in it, but it could be the alcohol. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. I just want to know that there’s someone else within the 4 walls of the room I’m in.”

“Very well. I’ll have a blanket brought up here for you.” He gets out of his seat and walks around his chair to my side.

“Thanks, Detective.” I stepped back so I could walk to where the couch was when the rest of the alcohol I just drank suddenly hit me and I stumbled backwards. L, who had been perceptive of the entire situation, was able to grab me by my shoulders before I could lose my balance even more.

“Easy. It seems like the rest of the alcohol you drank is starting to run its course, please hold on to me and I’ll walk you to the couch.”

His grip on my shoulders was firm and secure. I leaned into him and he brought one of his arms around my back as he walked me to the couch by the other end of the room where I promptly dropped myself onto. The couch felt more comfortable than my hotel room’s bed for some reason.

My voice comes out a little ragged as I pull my feet up onto the couch.

“Hey, Detective..?” 

“Yes, Miss Uehara?”

“I still have the lollipop stick from that day we met.”

If he ever replied, I couldn’t hear it anymore as my eyes swam and sleep took over me.

[bleach-your-panties]

raise your legs, baby girl - izuru kira x chubby!fem!reader

🎀just a little bit of my husband with his lax-ass dom energy. inspired lightly by these old hc's of mine.

🎀warnings: bondage (shibari), thigh-fucking, edging, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom!izuru, reader is a thick gal💦, aftercare, fluff

🎀i wrote this for me, but y'all can read it. with that being said -

⋰❄️WELCOME TO THE THIRD DIVISION三⋱❥

🎀word count: 2.5k

▶️do what it do - jamie foxx

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like. 

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside. 

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.” 

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.” 

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

----

now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

----

That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box. 

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..” 

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.” 

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

----

so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

----

“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and  from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick. 

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then." 

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!” 

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne 

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—- 

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep. 

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

----

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[pixels-not-dreams]

turndown service || dom!misa x reader

“If that's all, Miss, I'll bid you a restful evening,” you say, smoothing your hands over your apron. You'd made her bed, poured her a glass of water, and drawn the curtains, even though it's been dark for hours.

You avert your gaze. Misa always sleeps in a bra and panties. It can't possibly be comfortable. You wonder if she takes them off after you leave.

“Hmmm,” Misa taps her finger against her lower lip. Her other hand is resting on her belly, and there's a girls’ magazine beside her. She's on the cover. You want to leave, but she looks like she wants to say something.

“I can think of something else,” Misa says, placing her magazine on her nightstand. Her pink water cup is precariously close to the edge. You step forward. Her voice is so soft you sometimes have trouble hearing her.

“Anything, Miss,” you say, rocking back and forth on your toes.

Misa reaches one finger forward and hooks it into the pocket of your apron.

“Give Misa a goodnight kiss,” she says, smiling. Her eyes are so wide, and her lips are pink and wet. You don't know if it's spit, water, or lip gloss. Misa seems the type to wear lip gloss to bed.

You hesitate, but lean forward anyway and press your lips lightly to her cheek.

Misa laughs. It sounds like a wind chime.

“Not there, silly,” she says. “A real goodnight kiss.”

You don't know what else she could mean, so you inhale slowly and lean back down to her until your lips touch hers. You suck her bottom lip softly, because you don't know what else to do. Is that her tongue swiping against you, or is she just naturally moist?

You pull away. She looks expectant.

“Um,” you say dumbly.

She takes the hand that was on her stomach and moves it down to rest on the front of her panties. They're pink, like everything else she owns, but these have a pattern of tiny red hearts.

“I want you to kiss Misa here,” she says. Her voice is so guileless. It's like she's asking for a glass of water.

“O-oh,” you say, silently kicking yourself for stammering. “I mean. Yes, Miss. I can kiss you there.”

“Yay!” squeals Misa.

You have no idea how to do that, but if you refuse her, she'll go running to Light. Shouldn't this be Light's job? Surely he satisfies her. He certainly satisfies you. Maybe Misa doesn't want to get slapped or kicked. That's what you always liked best from Light.

“Ah, Miss,” you say hesitantly. “Will Kira-sama be upset?”

“Why would he be upset?”

“I—maybe it's Kira-sama’s job to kiss you goodnight like that.” You gesture vaguely towards her body.

“Oh,” Misa says, waving the idea away with her hand as if it's unwanted cigarette smoke. “Light doesn't like that. Besides, it's okay if it's just us girls. Kiyomi-chan and I do it all the time!”

Your head hurts. What the hell goes on in this hotel when you're not looking?

Misa leans forward and pats the blanket in front of her. “Here, Y/N-chan. It's nice and soft.”

It looks soft. It's ruffly and white and trimmed with Misa’s favorite shade of pink. You step out of your slippers and climb onto the bed. You sit cross-legged in front of her and await further instruction.

“How are you going to kiss me like that?” she asks. “You can't reach my”—she lowers her voice to a whisper–“pussy from all the way over there.” She grabs your hand and pulls you forward. You have no choice but to uncross your legs and lie on your belly, your face level with her privates. She's so clean—not just her panties, but everywhere. She smells like berries and cream. She must scrub herself within an inch of her life every night.

“Go on, Y/N-chan,” Misa giggles. “It's not going to lick itself.”

You take a steadying inhale and lean forward to kiss her cunt over the fabric. The bows and ribbons obscure her shape, but you hope that it's near her clit. Misa sighs softly; encouraged, you move your lips a little, and she presses eagerly against you.

Your hands, you realize, are resting limply on the bed, which must not look very appealing. You lift one hand to hold her under her thigh, your thumb pressing into the meat of her leg. You pull your face away and use your other hand to stroke her gently. She wriggles a bit to arch her back—she must like that.

After a few seconds (which feels like an hour), you realize she's probably not going to give any more instruction. You're on your own, now; you rub your nose on the outside of her underwear, letting her know you're there. If it were you, you wouldn't want to be surprised. You pull the pink gusset to the side to expose her cunt.

It's pretty, like a flower. The pink folds remind you of an iris. You expected it to be shorn, but her hair is neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart. She smells a little sweet and a little metallic.

You run your finger along the length of her, and follow it with your tongue. It tastes like almost nothing, more slippery texture than flavor, and wet already. This makes you feel accomplished. She makes some kind of noise you've never heard and can't describe. It makes your own pussy clench, but that's a problem for another time. You squeeze your legs together as you lean into her, pushing her legs towards her chest while you lick her rhythmically in a straight line.

“That’s good, Y/N-chan,” Misa pants. “Your finger. Put it in, okay?”

You look up, not wanting to take your mouth off of her. You move one hand from her thigh so you can slide your middle finger into her. She inhales at the contact. With your hand blocking her entrance, you have no choice but to mouth at her clit. She moans loudly—you take this as a good sign. You yank her panties down to her ankle so you can circle her clit with your tongue, unimpeded, and try not to lose the rhythm inside her with your finger. You haven't done this before, but she seems to like it. She's pushed her bra up to squeeze her breasts. It's hard to look away.

Misa throws one arm over her eyes. She can't seem to decide whether she wants to use the other to pinch her nipples or grab your hair. You've worn a sensible ponytail, but it's getting looser by the minute. She's rolling her hips against your face, and you return her enthusiasm by licking her faster and more slipshod.

Your cunt is throbbing. You want to reach down, slip a finger into your own trousers, and give yourself some relief; but this might be the only time that you'll have your face in Misa’s pussy, and you surely don't want to waste it fingering yourself. You can do that anytime. You might even do it later tonight.

Because you're not sure when or if this will happen again, you decide you'll have to satisfy all your curiosities about Misa now. You plunge a second finger inside her, curling them like Light does to you sometimes. You take your other hand off her thigh and reach up to touch her breast. It's so soft, and it fits perfectly in your palm.

She's moving around so much, pressing her groin into you, fucking herself on your fingers. She must be close.

“Suck, Y/N-chan,” Misa gasps. You obey, taking her clit between your lips. She lets out a high pitched whine as her knees fall away from each other. One of her hands flies down to hold your ponytail.

“Oh, Y/N—Y/N-chan, if you keep going, I'll come, you're going to make Misa come. Keep going, Y/N-chan.”

You pick up your rhythm, sucking her like a milkshake. You rip your hand from her breast and start to rub yourself urgently. It can't be helped at this point. Misa buries her fingers in your hair, gripping your ponytail for dear life as she presses her cunt against you.

“Y/N, Y/N-chan, I'm going to come, you're making Misa come, please, I'm coming,” Misa babbles. You're so used to Light silently stroking himself to climax while you kneel in front of him that the sheer physicality of Misa surprises you. You keep working your hand between your own legs—you won't come, not now, but the relief is sweet and needed.

As she stills, you pull off of her and wipe your mouth with the hem of your apron. Misa hasn't even opened her eyes yet, and her arm is still slung across her forehead. You pull her panties back up her legs and hope she isn't embarrassed.

“You're much better at this than Kiyomi-chan,” Misa yawns. “You can take direction.”

She rolls over onto her side. Her breathing is going back to normal—goodnight kiss was an apt description.

“Y/N-chan,” she says. “Please turn the light off before you go.”

You do. In the darkness, you hear Misa start to snore. Under the cover of night, you decide it's safe to slip into the bathroom and service your own needs.

[13eyond13]

Hii! I don't know if you were asked this before, but I'm curious whether you prefer the manga or anime ending of death note and why? Also, your berserk meta posts are always such a delight to read!

Hi hi! It's admittedly been a long while since I've either read or watched the series at this point, so I took some time going back over my asks to see if I could find one where I'd talked about this before. Didn't come across one, but I've definitely contemplated this before, so I'll just do my best to remember what I thought.

So I like both of them in different ways, basically. But if I had to choose one over the other I'd choose the manga ending as the one that I prefer.

Here is a quick rundown of what I think are the biggest strengths and weaknesses of the anime ending:

The best things about the anime ending to me:

-Portrays the horrific awkwardness and tension in the warehouse between everybody leading up to and including Light's confession extremely well. I get so on the edge of my seat and anxious during the buildup to his big breakdown every time!

-Excellent voice acting and iconic laughter during Light's big dramatic Kira confession scene. Who DOESN'T remember that moment, it's definitely one of the anime's best

-Takes a slightly more gentle and merciful and quiet and melancholy approach to Light's death scene with the sorrowful music and the pretty sunset behind him, and takes the time to do things like flashback to his pre notebook innocent self, which is actually the only scene in the series that always makes me cry. Lets Light have a certain dignity and sadness to his death by allowing him to escape off by himself from the others and look as though he's drifting off slowly to sleep. For audience members who still empathize with Light on some level or see the sad side of how he was corrupted by the notebook this can be a choice that they prefer

-Gets so ridiculous and campy at certain points with things like Mikami stabbing himself to death with a pen and then exploding like a bag of blood that I can't help but laugh through the pain a bit

-Makes some nice aesthetic choices like having Light die symbolically on a staircase (which seems like a nod to the fact that he's going to Mu / an in-between or "nowhere" sort of place after he dies, or that he was stopped halfway up in his journey before he could truly attain the "godhood" he desired, and also seems like a bit of a parallel to the rain scene of him sitting on the staircase with L – also gives a little visual flashback nod to L during Light's final moments).

The worst things about the anime ending to me:

-Cuts a lot of important moments and stuff out of the conversations between Light and Near that really enhanced the overall meaning of the story and added to making Near a much more interesting and sympathetic character to me in the manga (particularly stuff like Near talking about what they have in common, and about letting other people have agency and freedom of choice, something that Light was uh not super great at)

-Did Mikami pretty dirty and cut most of his awkward interactions with Light in the warehouse (I feel like he doesn't even get to yell "you're not God!!" at Light in the anime, does he? I'm kinda forgetting now)

-Makes the SPK and the Task Force look a bit dumb and useless in how they're just saying stuff like "there's nothing we can do, he will be dead in a few minutes" while Mikami's bleeding out on the floor and just letting Light escape and run away from them all... also kinda makes it look like Light was SO wounded by the gunshots that he would've died soon anyway. Which takes away some of the dramatic impact that comes from Ryuk writing his name in the notebook!

-In the anime Ryuk seems almost to be writing Light's name in the notebook as a mercy killing, or like he's trying to put him out of his wounded misery, which I find detracts a bit from the whole idea in the manga that Light is forced to experience the same cold and cruel fate of somebody deliberately taking his remaining years of life from him with a death note against his will... something that he remorselessly inflicted upon so many others previously himself. The two of them also don't have any discussions before Light's death in the anime like they do in the manga, which were some pretty interesting and chilling parts of the ending to me (especially Ryuk saying stuff like "you're no longer entertaining me, so you should die right now" to him)

-There is no flashback in the anime to Light and Ryuk talking about EVERYBODY going to Mu after they die no matter how they behaved on earth, which was kinda hugely important as part of the point of the story to me (because I think it forces the audience to draw their own conclusions about who they think was truly good/bad or right/wrong in this story without pigeonholing any of them into one category or another, or by sending anybody to rewarding or punishing afterlifes... I also like that it doesn't treat the notebook users as any special category of person)

-As brutal as the manga ending is in how humiliated and frightened and alone Light is while he dies, I also think there's a certain poetic justice to the horror and embarrassment he experiences during that time. He was constantly taking other people's lives and treating them like pawns in his games, backstabbing and deceiving and discarding them once they were no longer useful to him, and even cruelly gloating over watching them die. I don't particularly enjoy watching him suffer except for how it is a bit narratively satisfying, in a tables-turning "you live by the sword you die by the sword" sort of way

-In general the anime kind of gave me the vibe that it thought Light losing in the warehouse was more about L's team finally winning against Light and getting revenge on him for L's death than about the deeper and more interesting philisophical/ethical questions and themes at play, and about all the entire cast of characters' journeys as a whole

--

Overall I'd say if you want a more narratively satisfying and logical ending with more food for thought and cruel irony and deeper character interactions and existential dread and poetic justice going on then the manga is superior in basically all of these ways

HOWEVER I do still also love the final episode of the anime, I think it's one of the best and most memorable episodes of the entire show, and if you decide to turn off your nitpicking brain a bit and simply enjoy the emotions that it conjures there are some very good dramatic/aesthetic/symbolic choices that it makes

[letstrythisout4]

Chapter 1 : Blaise and the reluctant preparation for Hogwarts

Series Masterlist

Tap tap tap echoed into his room as his mother knocked on his door.  

His mother strode into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. “Blaise my love, it's time to get up.” his mother muttered as she pulls at her curls.

“Hmmmmm, no thank you.” Blaise groaned into his pillow, gripping it tighter to his face to avoid the reality of the day ahead of him.

“While I wish I could indulge in your wish to stay home-” she sighed as she stood-” We have been over this.” she stated with a stern tone that brought Blaise the energy to sit up in his bed and fix his face. 

“Yes, I know but remind me again why I must go to school when I have plenty of qualified teachers now? Tutors for practically every language on Earth, every subject provided at Hogwarts, I could easily pass my N.E.W.T.’s right now. Even Muggle arithmetic, English and sciences. I really don’t need to go.” Blaise argued.

“Yes yes I know, I was the one who set up and paid all those tutors, remember?” she said with a smile which Blaise easily saw the condescending nature of. “And while your arguments are valid, Hogwars will be good for you. You need friends-”

“I have friends.” Blaise said defensibly.

“You need more friends.” His mother amended. “You need friends in the nation.” she said softly, as she reorganized his already perfect jewelry drawer. And with that sentimental claim, she left him to get ready.

“I have friends.” Blaise muttered to himself. He had Kira who he met during one of his mothers weddings in Russia. He had Hyunwoo from his trip to Korea a couple years ago. He had Obi in Nigeria who is the son of his tutor about African Magical Practices. All of which he regularly owls. Yes, he decided, I have friends.

And with that thought he drags his feet to this record player and places one of his custom made records and starts it up.

I guess you wonder where I’ve been

I searched to find a love within

I came back to let you know

Got a thing for you and I can’t let go

Satisfied with his song choice, he makes his way into his bathroom taking off his durag, and deciding to forgo adding any product. “I literally just got a haircut”, Blaise reasons to himself in case his mother asks him. He puts on black slacks and a white button up and eventually settles on a classic black robe. “...this is too basic.” Blaise decides. So he opens his drawer of jewelry and sits for a good 2 minutes trying on his wide variety of watches, rings, bracelets and earrings ultimately accepting a single gold ring with a matching watch. 

He joins his mother in front of their fireplace next to the entrance of the manor after triple checking his trunk for everything he needs.

“Parchment?”

“Yes.”

“Quills?”

“Yes.”

“Shrunken owl cage?”

“Yes.”

“Clothes charmed to stay crisp?”

“Yes.”

“Wand?”

“Yes, mother. I have everything I’ll need and if I don't I’ll just owl you.” Blaise added, resisting the urge to drag a hand down his face. He loved his mother and knew she only had good intentions but sometimes her questions exhausted him.

She strides over to him, placing a feather-light charm on his trunk. “I know, I just wanted to stall a bit more. My only child is finally school age. I’m allowed to nag and fret a bit, I won’t be able to until the holidays, you know.” she trails off as she grasps both sides of his face.

And she just stares. Sometimes she will do this, just stare at him taking in his features with no distinct emotion in her eyes. It's times like these that Blaise wishes he was a naturally gifted legilimens.

She suddenly seems to come back to herself, patting his face and taking a step back with a soft smile she only uses in public and Blaise knows that the moment is over. She grabs a handful of floo powder and confidently throws it into the fireplace exclaiming “Platform 9 and ¾!” and in a burst of flames she’s gone.

Blaise takes a deep breath now alone, and physically shakes himself in an attempt to relax himself, he can’t step onto the platform in front of so many wizards and witches visibly tense. He grabs his own handful of floo powder and with a mournful glance back into his home, he throws his floo powder and with false conviction proclaims “Platform 9 and ¾!” and steps into the flames dragging his trunk with him, plagued with dread and annoyance as he wonders what the hell waits for him at Hogwarts.

Author's notes: hi so I found the motivation to write this far sooner than I expected. so here it is. thanks for reading

[losingallchill]

your forever is all that i need

pairing: jay/kira genre: fluff warnings: mild black sea arc spoilers , making out wc: 2.1k

the area that kira was sent to patrol that evening was quiet. the balcony was silent, the air so still that she felt like she was cutting through it each time that she moved.

she didn't understand why she was assigned to this area tonight, of all nights. her supervisor had only told her that they'd heard of some plans that were set to occur. kira hadn't been given any other elaborations, just her orders.

and because her overall plan was going too well to break down now, right when she was so close to her initial goal, all those years ago- she listened.

and now kira was standing around on a balcony, watching the ocean ripple languidly, as a meeting took place inside the RAFT building.

she could hear bits and pieces, and she strained to understand what anyone was saying. it was a few words at a time.

"pirates", "plans", "strike".

most worrying of all, the word "war".

kira furrowed her eyebrows as she thought, her heels clicking on the floor, pacing around, her head set straight. anyone who looked at her would think that she was at attention, patrolling with ease.

anyone who didn't know her very well.

but kira was lost in thought, barely seeing the ocean in front of her. she personally had nothing against pirates. in fact, she would say that she tolerated them more than most people.

for one specific reason.

but her reason hadn't been seen in months, and so kira's reason was slipping from her fingers, unspoken worry thick in her throat day after day.

and now this war, when her reason was nowhere to be found?

kira was unsettled. she would eventually have to fight them, and if there were any pirates who were unlucky enough to cross her ship's path, they wouldn't be as lucky as the ship that her reason sailed in.

the balcony can be seen from all angles. if there was an attack, and kira did get caught off guard, everyone would be able to see her, and rescue her, should she need it. the wall behind her was all window, save for the door, which stood sturdy oak. the only place where she couldn't be seen was a small cubicle to her left, made of brick and designed for the window-washers to store their equipment in. mops and buckets of soap, scattered around the small closet sized space.

a little sound catches kira's ears, and she turned her head sharply, her eyes darting around at the sudden noise. the chances of it being something innocent were far greater than the lines of danger that she was eager to cross, and so she stood at attention, one hand inching closer to her weapon.

another sound again, like a rock skittering down the side of the building.

kira rubbed her cheek, abandoning all pretences of pacing on patrol, to look over the edge of the balcony, her light honey coloured hair falling in curls around her face as she gazed down.

she could have turned into a statue with the way that she froze.

a guilty look curled onto the trespasser's face, her freckled nose scrunched in a sort of oh shit, she's caught me look.

and kira's reason reached up, grabbing the edge of the balcony, and tumbled gracefully in front of her, her long orange-red hair blowing in the wind.

the air was no longer still, and kira burned at the sheer view of her. her cheeks flamed without her permission, and she glanced towards the window, where the meeting was taking place.

and kira swallowed, finding the words somewhere inside her, tumbling out in her surprise and shock. "jay?"

jay grinned back at her, her tanned face cut by the brightness of her smile. she held a couple more scars since the last time they'd met face to face, and kira stopped herself from glancing her over, trying to pick out the differences in her mind, in favour of grabbing her wrist, and tugging her over to the cleaning cubby, hidden from the meeting's view.

"what are you doing here?" kira hissed out, as soon as she'd gotten jay out of view. "are you stupid?"

a silly grin crossed jay's face, and she tilted her head a little bit, looking up at kira. "yeah, you could say that," she replied cheerfully. "i saw you up there on the balcony, and my legs took me running before i could stop them."

"you come back after several weeks of no communication, and you just- you just can't stop yourself from entering RAFT's lands? you're more reckless than i last remember."

and the way jay looked up at kira sent her stomach spiralling, her multicoloured eyes shooting warmth into her chest, bleeding out into her body. her hands shook from where she'd pinned jay to the wall of the cubicle, safely hidden from view.

"i wanted to see you," said jay, quietly. "i needed to have a feeling of home, especially after leaving the black sea."

kira hissed out a curse in response, and glanced back towards the windows. the base was still silent. "you can still get out without being seen."

realising that she was still pinning jay to the wall, she released the other girl's wrists, and stood back, so that she was in view, but jay was hidden. and she kept her face still.

and jay looked at kira, her eyes travelling over her body, roaming over every inch of her, her gaze so shrewd, kira almost flushed at the look.

almost.

but kira allowed herself to do the same. she took in jay, newly battered and scarred, one of her legs exposed under the shorts that she always wore, scarred and changed beyond recognition.

she must've looked for too long, because jay looked down at her own mangled leg, and gave a little laugh. "oh, that was acid," she muttered, offhandedly. "it looks a lot worse than it is. i promise."

"your mother is gonna kill me jay." kira breathed. her name on kira's lips was too fond, it felt sickly sweet coming out, burning her throat with the way she exhaled it. she could think about the way she breathed jay's name for the rest of her life. "you look so fucked up."

and jay laughed, covering her smile with a hand. "do you know why i'm here?" she asked, daringly leaning forward, so she was but an inch away from exposing her identity to the entire building behind the two.

"are you part of the raid that i've been assigned here to watch for?" kira asked, raising an eyebrow.

"i wish!" a silly grin spilled over jay's features, mirth in her eyes as she leaned back now, her shoulders brushing the wall, safely hidden from any danger. how kira ached to keep her there, hidden away from the world and safe, tucked into the corners of her heart. "no, i've come on different matters. important matters." and she beckoned kira over, her head tilted in challenge.

against her better judgement, kira took a step closer. and another. "your eccentric crew aren't with you today then?"

lazily, jay tugged at kira's collar, pulling her in further. "no, they're still in the black sea," she sighed, and kira could feel her breath on her face. "i'll be surprised if they don't die without me. but on the other hand, it has given me so much more free time. i've come here with a message. not from them, just from me. captain jay ferin, of the riptide pirates."

and kira knew this was a bad idea. but she relaxed, and allowed a little flicker of a grin to cross her own face, if even for a second. "and what would that be?"

"it's sort of a hidden message, see," jay giggled, brushing kira's hair back from her face. "and i hope you're smart enough to decode the message."

"you're doubting me?" kira asked.

she would have said more, but jay gave her collar one final tug, pulling her in to kiss her.

startled, kira's eyes only saw jay close her own eyes, before her brain caught up with her body, and she gave a shuddering exhale, all sense of professionalism thrown out the window as she felt jay's hands on her body, and her mouth against hers.

kira had always known jay ferin was the sun, burning anything and everything it touches. and tonight, as the sun set in the sky, it burned her, setting her insides ablaze, everything melting together in a cohesive sort of harmony.

and jay threaded her fingers through her hair, and abandoned kira's collar to rest her hand on her hip, her thumb moving circles against her body.

aflame, kira sighed, cupping jay's face in one last act of selfishness, before wrapping her hands around her waist, breathing so hard she hoped that jay could be absorbed into her very soul, entwined together for as long as the sun and the moon existed in the sky. kira dragged her hands up jay's back, her fingernails pushing into her back desperately, as jay made a strangled sound, gasping into kira's mouth.

but she didn't stop, and so kira, driven by her own selfish desires, and the opportunity of jay's open mouth right in front of her, bit gently onto her lower lip and tugged at it.

the sound that escaped jay's mouth was rough, and sharp, and she pulled back, her lips bruised and red, her cheeks as bright as the ends of her hair. "no fair," she breathed out, her eyes sparkling and fierce, unlike anything kira had ever seen before.

and selfishly, kira wondered what it would sound like for her name to be said in that tone. she only gave a little grin in response, her own chest heaving as jay struggled to catch her breath.

and it was kira's turn, to pull jay back to her, pressing her against the wall, wanting to capture every piece of her to burn together, as one. she could feel jay's hips shifting against hers, pressing together, burning as she bit off a pleasant sigh into the other girl's mouth. wherever jay's hands were in that moment, kira couldn't tell, because every part of her was hot to the touch.

jay pressed a chaste kiss to the side of kira's lips, and kira swallowed, and brought her hand up to brush against jay's mouth. obligingly, jay pressed her kisses against kira's knuckles, and kira just watched, wanting to burn this image of jay into her mind forever, flushed, red, her lips bruised and swollen, against the wall hiding her from RAFT view.

and kira swallowed, stepping back. "message received," she said, her voice coming out cracked and shaky, and she cleared her throat, something unknown burning in her throat and her stomach and on her lips.

she could taste the alcohol on her own lips, as if they were still pressed against jay's desperate ones, and kira licked her lips, before an involuntary giggle spilled out of her.

and jay joined her, and they giggled together, and it seemed that everything felt right in the world.

"but you should- if you're not in these plans, then you should go. i really- it would be so bad if you got caught right now."

"oh for sure," jay leaned forward, and buttoned up kira's shirt, her fingers making quick work of the ones that had somehow come undone moments before. "i'd hate to make my team rescue me. especially as i'm supposed to be the smart one." she studied kira's face for a few moments, before breaking out into a smile.

it didn't matter if the sun had set, because it was staring kira in the face, brighter than any other star in the sky. "you'd better clean yourself up a bit," she teased. "you look a little too red to be patrolling."

"now who's fault is that, jay?" kira replied, patting her forearm gently as jay stepped away, and back to the edge of the balcony.

"i'll see you again," jay replied, in lieu of a goodbye.

and before kira was able to respond, jay had leapt off the balcony, wings unfurling behind her as she made her way down. kira watched as she went, until she couldn't see her anymore.

the door slid open, and kira turned around suddenly, praying that nothing about her appearance gave her away too easily.

"the attack has begun!" some small soldier reported to her, his eyes wild with both nerves and excitement. "they need everyone they've got!"

"you tell them i'm on my way," kira replied, running a hand through her hair, her brain filled with nothing but fire.

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Request: Anonymous asked:Can I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger sister of Lydia Martin (by one year) and She starts to have feelings for Alison Argent after they meet and is unaware that Alison feels the same way until after the reader takes an Arrow to her side that was meant for Alison. They end up confessing and kiss passionately plz?

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When it first started you just assumed it was because you liked her as a friend. She was nice and kind and treated you the way she treated your sister. Your sister, Lydia, on the other hand, chased you away like you were a stray cat.

“I’m just saying that you don’t need to come with us.” Lydia complained as she waited at her locker for Allison. You caught a glimpse of Allison first. She was laughing at something that Isaac was saying as she came down the stairs. She seemed to be lit by warm sunlight. Lydia scoffed and blocked her from your view. “Will you go away!”

“Fine. But Mom said I have to go with you tonight.” You said dismissively as you pushed off the lockers and left. Allison called after you and waved. You smiled and waved back until Lydia looked pleased as you turned back and waved before continuing to hurry away. “What’s up?” She asked Lydia as she scoffed and watched you walk away.

“Why can’t she get friends of her own?” Lydia grumbled. Allison chuckled and shook her head as she went through her locker.

“I like (Y/N).” Allison said. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Of course you two like each other.” She muttered. Allison was rummaging through her locker and stepped away.

“What’d you say?” She asked. Lydia waved her off and the two of them continued on their way.

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“This way!” You shouted. Liam dived into the shadows and you could hear an awful sound of growling, teeth-gnashing and tiring. You weren’t sure who was behind you but they kept pace. You thought possibly Stiles or Kira but you weren’t sure which one had caught up to you first.

“Watch out!” Kira shouted. She lept forward swinging her weapon as she yelled. It sang in the air and made a light clanging sound as it struck something.

“What was that?” Stiles asked. Kira found her footing and grabbed at something in the grass.

“An arrow? Not one of Allison’s though.” She said as the three of you continued running. 

“There’s a monster and a hunter! Great!” You snapped and all of you stopped as you came to a cliff edge. Hurrying along to the familiar clearing that was up ahead you spotted Allison. She was trying to reason with someone in the tree line while Scott was on the floor. Lydia was pressing down on a wound with an arrow protruding from it. Liam rushed past the three of you but deeper in the tree line. If you hadn’t turned back to look at Kira and Stiles you wouldn't have noticed him.

“Allison!” You yelled and ran forward. The hunter stepped forward and drew their weapon. A large bow. Lydia froze and a scream caught in her throat. Scott saw her panic and turned despite the wound that wasn’t healing. You knocked Allison aside as Scott reached out. He yanked at your ankle which caused you to fall and the arrow hit you in the arm. It had been square on and would have hit you in the chest if you hadn’t fallen. Another arrow followed quickly before Liam dove on the hunter. Malia staggered towards him, wounded but determined to help wrangle the hunter whose mask was knocked off. Allison seemed to recognise him. She turned away and rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” She gasped.

“I’m ok.” You croaked out. She had tears in her eyes and looked around for help. Stiles hurried over, calling for help while Kira yanked off her jacket to give Allison something to help with your wounds.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry!” Allison went on. She managed to help you despite her eyes being so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.

“I’d take an arrow for you any day.” You said quietly, starting to feel rather sleepy. 

“I love you.” Allison said when she couldn’t get you to say anything else. Lydia trembled as she began to feel a familiar wave rush over her. Everyone looked up when light flooded the clearing. An ambulance barely made it through and Melissa burst out of the van’s glow. She was followed by a dozen or so officers who apprehended the hunter. Lydia let out a tearful sob of relief as someone took over helping Scott and the feeling of dread began to die down. You began to come to, in the ambulance as Lydia and Allison crammed into the back with Melissa and another paramedic.

“Allison, I’ll take over.” Melissa said gently as you took Allison’s position at your side. Lydia had to reach out and guide Allison to a seat out of the way.

“(Y/N) will be fine.” Lydia promised. She shared a look with Allison who searched her face and nodded realising that Lydia was genuine.

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CHAPTER 1 : Strangers in the Night

Chapter 1 of the Sporkathon and Mel fic 'There is No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin"

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“This is a love story.”

“What was that, Ryuk?” Light asks the Shinigami trailing slowly behind him.

“What? I didn’t say anything! Don’t worry about it…” Ryuk intentionally rushes his words, making himself seem guilty to toy with the man in the alley with him. Light, suspicious of this, throws back a glance at Ryuk. When the look hits, Ryuk simply shrugs and rolls in the air, carefree in the night. Light rolls his eyes at the figure, a bit annoyed that he’s playing around right now, but drops the situation for the moment. After all, he has bigger things to worry about for the moment. His father’s retiring today, and someone has to take his place…

His retirement is long overdue. After so many successful years in the department, he was expected to retire nearly ten years ago, but with the Kira case only growing longer and more complex, he only chose to leave now. Now that Light’s 23 and has finished his education, Soichiro decided it was finally time to pass down the role of Detective Yagami to his son.

However, the impending promotion isn’t what’s taxing Light’s mind. Rather, his friend Misa and him had gotten into a bit of a spat over her boyfriend, Remi.

Light did not like Remi. Who would? Being an attractive actor does not make up for your downfalls, but it also doesn’t give Light the right to dislike Remi; according to Misa at least. Who cares if he’s disrespectful and prudish if he makes Misa happy, right? Light does. After everything they’ve been through together and how much it took for them to become friends, of course he cares. Unfortunately, his family doesn’t take very kindly to public arguments over private topics, so after the spat, things have been a bit tense, and are expected to continue this way tonight. Hopefully, they’ll be able to keep it together for the dinner.

“We’re almost there! I can smell it! Oh sweet apple, come to me!” Ryuk says, elongating the words in an almost sing-songy voice, floating faster to overtake Light in the alley. From the top of the alley where Ryuk floats, he can see the warm light of the restaurant, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find a way to sneak some food while they’re out.

After six entire years of being in close proximity, Light knows that whether there are apples in that restaurant or not, Ryuk will somehow find a way to get one. Ryuk’s mischievous laugh guides Light to the restaurant, and as he sees the entryway to the establishment glowing with the warm, yellow lighting from the inside, he knows tonight is going to be nearly insufferable.

Light can only shake his head with disdain and walk into the restaurant. It seems like Light is the last to arrive with the seven other members of his dinner party waiting in the entrance to be seated.

His father, mother, and sister are all conversing with Misa and Remi towards the front of the room, and there are two detectives from his father’s office standing just behind them, engaged in their own conversation. He doesn’t know their names, but he’s sure he’s met the girl before. The man, however, not so much. That strange posture and general air of dishevelment would be something he’d remember if he’d seen it before.

He smiles at the others and walks over to them. His father hugs him, but everyone else continues their conversations. Looks like there’s still a bit of tension about the argument. He catches an icy glance from Misa, and a cocky one from Remi, but he’s too concerned with the decorative fruit bowl on the table behind them to do anything.

A beautiful, red apple sits in the centre… With bite marks in the fake skin. A disgusted Ryuk floats above the table, hacking up pieces of styrofoam from the apple he has now realised is for decorative purposes only. If this situation weren’t so formal, Light would laugh at the stupidity of the ancient Shinigami, but instead he discretely edges over to the table and uses his body to try to cover the bitten apple. Facing the table, he turns the apple over so no one notices the damn bite marks and shoots Ryuk an angry look. Before he can move away, someone’s right behind him, talking into his ear.

“Did you… try to bite the display apple?” The disheveled detective from his father’s office asks, trying to decide if he should be off-put by Light’s behavior, or amused.

“No! Of course not! It must’ve been like that before and I just noticed it and thought I’d do the hostess a favour and you know…” A panicked Light fumbles to explain. He’s a wonderful liar as Kira, not so much as Light.

The other man chuckles at the response a little before turning to follow the group to their table. An awkward moment of eye contact with Misa is shared while deciding seats, but in the end, Misa and Remi sit together, with Remi near Light. Light can’t even find solace in his seatmate because it’s the rather strange detective from earlier, and he’s too busy talking to the lady detective to pay any attention to Light anyway. At least he’s across from his family so he won’t have to avoid eye contact with Misa and Remi the whole night.

Although, he will have to try to avoid the stares of the two Shinigami floating perfectly between the spaces of his family’s seats. Rem seems genuinely angry with him, as is to be expected after making Misa upset, but the other just looks like a deformed goldfish putting on a mask of anger. Ryuk doesn’t really care all too much about the argument, but it has given him the perfect opportunity to have some fun, so he isn’t complaining at all. Light’s sure he’ll be able to manage, but he’s not too sure if he’ll survive another argument with the look Rem’s giving him.

They take their orders and everyone at the table is making conversation. Everyone except for Light. After feeling a bit disincluded, he decides to excuse himself from the table for a short cigarette break in the alley outside the restaurant.

Of course, Ryuk followed him and was floating across the alleyu making funny faces at Light, distorting his already strange features to resemble animals and horror figures. Light tries to ignore the faces as he takes long drags from his cigarette, blowing the smoke haphazardly into the air. He never did learn how to make smoke rings.

The door into the alley opens, and a familiar figure steps through. Light quickly tries to hide the evidence of his cigarette as his father approaches, stamping out the sizzling hot cigarette and waving away the smoke.

“Light…” His father starts, the smell of smoke and the freshly stamped out cigarette on the ground very obviously tainting the alley. He gives his son a pointed look, but seeing as he didn’t come out here to scold him, he leaves it at that. “With my retirement, it’s time for you to take on the title I’m letting go. As much as I’m sure your schooling has taught you well, there is still much to learn to be a truly great detective, and I hope that with the guidance of your team, and me, that you will one day become truly great.”

The cigarette not so indiscreetly sizzles on the damp concrete, and Light gives it one last twist to try to get it to go out. His father looks down at Light’s boot disapprovingly, but continues speaking without any other mention of it.

“The team is composed of the brightest minds of our nation, and has connections to the brightest minds in the entire world. Use your resources wisely.” Light listens as his father gives him advice on how to take on the challenge of working on the Kira case, taking note of their tactics to find counters and ways to ensure his behavior is hidden from any prying eyes. Working on the team puts him at risk, sure, but it also helps him ensure his moves as Kira don’t trace back to him. Once his father’s speech on the team has come to a close, Light finally speaks.

“Thanks Dad. I promise I will do my very best to reach my goal.” Light says, appreciating his father’s obvious pride and care that made him want to give this advice to his son.

“There’s only one more thing I have to do to prepare you for the team.” His father says, placing his hand on his son’s arm. “That man in there, the detective from my team, he is the man we have worked so hard to hide from the world. Understanding the importance of this secrecy is integral for the team. That detective is L. He asks for you to call him Ryuzaki in public, but he will discuss other occasions with you later on. I trust you will make me proud.” Once he’s done talking, he turns away and goes back inside, leaving Light alone in the alley again (besides Ryuk who never seems to leave).

Light’s job just seemed to have gotten a whole of a lot easier. Now that he has close contact with L, it’s only a matter of time before he gets his name and finally, after six years, wins this never ending game. Light smiles at the knowledge that he isn’t far from winning the game he’s been playing for so, so long, and turns to go back inside.

As he’s returning inside, he can see that the drinks and appetisers have been laid out on the table. He sits back down in his seat, now slightly more cautious of the detective sitting to his right. He quietly observes the conversations at the table, without being addressed to join in, but also not choosing to join in. He surveys the mood of those at the table, as well as the actions of the man beside him.

He’s certainly a strange man, but that’s rather obvious. He’s constantly fidgeting his legs beneath the table, clearly uncomfortable in his seat. His posture is aggressively slumped, and nearly as noticeable as the dark circles under his eyes. His hair is poorly combed back, and his tie is crooked. Clearly, this man doesn’t dress for formal occasions often.

The dinner goes on with Light observing L discreetly. He doesn’t have much else to do considering he still seems to be shunned from the general conversation. All the appetisers seem to have been eaten, and all that’s left on the table is crumbs. Surely dinner will be out soon, but to avoid the awkward moments between food where Light has no one to speak to, he escapes to the alley once again.

Back in the alley, he lights another cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette is nearly the only lighting in the brick area besides the yellow light escaping through the cracks of the door leading to the restaurant.

He leans his head back against the cold, damp brick, and takes deep breaths. This night feels neverending, and he just needs a moment to decompress. Sure, smoking isn’t the best vice, but his only other real hobby is killing people, so let’s be glad he chose cigarettes tonight.

It seems, however, that Light is not allowed to have a moment of peace tonight as the door opens again, but this time, another figure enters the alley. Now, he is able to recognize the slouch and strange walking pattern as none other than his rival and soon to be colleague, L.

L walks down the short stairs to get to the ground level and quickly registers that another man is in the alley with him.

“Fellow smoker?” L asks, amused. “Got a spare one? No pockets in this damned suit for a pack.” He says, gesturing to the fake pockets that Light had previously thought only existed on women’s clothing.

“Yeah, sure.” Light pulls another cigarette out of the pack and hands it over to L who places it in between his teeth. Light pulls his lighter out of his pack and lights the other man’s cigarette before taking a long drag of his own.

“Thanks.” L says appreciatively. Light assumes that this is a way that L destresses after so many years on the force, trying to analyse seemingly pointless information to gain any information possible in the situation. “So, I hear you’re going to be replacing your-”

L stops speaking when he realises that Light has already begun to move back up the steps to the restaurant. As intrigued as Light is by getting information on L, he doesn’t want to accidentally give away information about himself in a personal context immediately. It’s too much of a risk without any guaranteed reward quite yet.

“Alright then, excited to work with you too I guess.” L says sarcastically. Light turns around, not having expected any reaction from L, but sees the man half-smiling with amusement when he looks back. L has noted the strange tension with the family and finds the stand-offish behavior from Light to be funny, in a way. Without context of the argument or the family dynamic, it is certainly an amusing sight.

Once back inside, Light sees that the waitress is bringing the food to the table, but first, he notices Ryuk floating behind her, practically drooling at the apple-glazed fish someone had ordered. They’d better eat their food fast or Ryuk will.

He sits back down at his seat, and soon after L sits back down next to him. The waitress brings the final dishes over to the table, and sets them down in front of Misa and Remi. Everyone is engaged in light conversation about the weather and such surface level nonsense when chaos strikes.

“You know, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be single. You know, if I weren’t with blondie here, things would be different.” Remi says to Sayu with a wink, clearly having had too much to drink. Everything was going so well too, but of course this entitled twat has to go and ruin it all.

Sayu, shocked, stays silent, with a disgusted look on her face. Everyone has fallen silent, watching as one watches a car crash, knowing the situation is horrific, but unable to peel their eyes away from the scene.

“Excuse me?” Light says, engaging in more than surface-level pleasantries for the first time in the night. Misa takes a sip from her glass and tries to just ignore the situation, like she usually does when Remi acts up. Most people at the table follow this movement, not knowing what to do really, and not wanting to add to the embarrassment of the moment.

“What? I was just giving her a compliment, don’t be so over dramatic. We’re all good, aren’t we? Or are you still caught up over the other day…” Remi says with that obnoxious buddy-buddy air that just makes you want to hit someone. Only the most arrogant people have that audacity to taunt someone with friendship after being so blatantly in the wrong.

Misa pushes a drink over to Light. “Let’s drink! We’re here to celebrate, after all. There’s no need for all this aggression.” She says, gesturing to the two men as she says aggression, and trying to prevent the inevitable argument. The others at the table hesitantly continue their conversations, not wanting to have a scene in a public restaurant.

Light watches as the others pick back up their conversations, horrified at the actions of the people at the table. “Are you all seriously just going to let this go? How long does this have to go on before anyone cares about it? Huh? How long does he just get to sit there and say all this stuff right in front of us and we just let him? Clearly you have all shown him his actions have no consequences.” Light starts to raise his voice. He’s not letting it go this time. He’s tired of people just letting it go.

“Just drop it Light. Please.” Sayu says, not wanting the situation to escalate more than it already has.

“No, not this time. Not only has he just disrespected Misa, but now you? My own sister? Who do you think you are ruining this event? You were only invited as a courtesy and you have the damn audacity to do this?!?!” Light’s voice continues to raise as he stands up from his seat.

“Come on man, you know I didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just being nice, and you’re just jealous that Misa loves me, but not you.” Remi says, gesturing nonchalantly in the air like the most obnoxious and immature type of man there is.

“Excuse me? Jealous? You hit on my sister while dating my friend and you think it’s jealousy that drives me to this?” Light’s hands are firmly gripping the table, and it’s very likely the only thing keeping him from hitting the man in front of him.

“Neither of them had any objections, so yeah, it’d seem that way. Sit back down, Light. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, acting all tough.” Everyone at the table is silent as Remi speaks. Misa’s clearly on the verge of tears and the Shinigami behind her looks about ready to kill both men right now.

Light looks over to Misa watching tears well in her eyes, and without a further thought punches Remi square in the nose.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” He says tauntingly at Remi, watching the blood flow freely from his clearly broken nose. Members of the table stand up in shock, ready to break up the fight, but before anyone can move, Remi is on his feet and punches Light right back.

Light stumbles backwards into the detective behind him, and hears a thud as his head connects with the man’s eye. Misa at this point has rushed out of her seat and runs towards the ladies room, Sayu following not too far behind. Remi, seeing this, runs after her.

“Wait, Misa, hang on!” He calls out, trying to catch her attention. Everyone at the table is on their feet by this point, panicking. The female detective is looking at L’s wounds, and Light’s parents are trying to figure out what to do next.

Light is lucky that fighting is not Remi’s strong suit, so his nose is just bleeding. He’s sure he felt Remi’s nose crack under his hand, and even if that’s all the good that came out of this situation, he’s glad that he caused that much damage at least.

Light turns to his parents, and sees that the celebration has been absolutely ruined. As bad as he feels for ruining his father’s retirement party, he’s glad he finally did the right thing and stood up for Misa, and Sayu.

“I’m sorry.” Light says, apologising to his parents for the party, and to L for the damage to his face. “I’ll pay you back!” He calls over his shoulder as he runs to the bathrooms, hoping to catch one of the girls there to talk to them.

Unfortunately, by the time he gets to the hall, the girls have either gone into the restroom, or left the building, and Remi is nowhere to be seen. With nowhere else to go, he turns into the restroom to wipe up the blood from his face.

In the reflection, he can see streaks of bright red painting the lower half of his face. He carefully wipes it away with a wet towel, and tries to ignore the Shinigami taunting him from behind his shoulder.

“You really let yourself get beat up by some Hollywood priss?” Ryuk mocks, floating with his head over Light’s left shoulder. Light doesn’t care about the taunts. He’s had six years to get used to them. He’s more upset that he couldn’t do anything to fix the problem completely. Remi was the type of guy that deserved to die, that was certain in Light’s head, but with him joining the Kira case, the risks were too high to do anything to him, especially now that L has seen the two together.

He sighs in slight defeat and the glass fogs up in front of his face. A knock is heard at the door.

“Light? Are you alright in there?” The voice of none other than L is on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, all good in here.” Light says, wiping the final bits of blood off his teeth before throwing out the towel and opening the door. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to make a first impression.” He says to L, knowing that if he doesn’t do this right, it’ll be suspicious. New guy who gets into fights over his strong morals has no remorse for his violent behavior is certainly suspicious.

“Eh, you’ll have more time to show us who you really are.” L says in response, handing Light his belongings that he left at the table prior.

“Yeah, thanks.” Light says, turning towards the red exit sign down the hall. “See you around, Detective Ryuzaki.” He says before walking around the man to get to the exit.

L smiles to himself, glad to have such an intriguing new member on his team. Tonight was amusing, and if nothing else, he feels safe in guaranteeing that the amusement will continue with this new member.

As Light steps outside, the cold air hits his face and burns like alcohol on his wounds. He winces, but walks forward into the light of the street lamps. From down the street, the light on top of the only taxi in sight flicks off, indicating they have a passenger. Looks like he’s going to walk back home too now.

He looks down the street again in hopes of seeing another taxi, but he catches a woman waving at him from the occupied taxi. It’s Misa, and she’s waving him over.

“Hey! Light!” She calls, gesturing for him to come to the taxi. He picks up his pace and gets over to the taxi where he can see that there is no Remi in sight. “Get in.” She says to him, grabbing his arm to pull him into the cab.

“Hey, I’m sorry-” He starts, but is cut off by Misa.

“Don’t. We’re not going to talk about it, okay?” She says, rather sternly.

“Okay…” Light says, admittedly confused, but glad to not have to explain his behaviors quite yet.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, the driver taking them to their respective abodes. Some odd church choir music rings out from the speakers in the car. Rather dramatic, but at least there’s something to fill the quiet.

“That detective guy was pretty interesting, don’t you think?” Misa says with a girl-talk smile that only the two friends share while gossiping. If only she knew how interesting he really was…

“Yeah, he’s definitely interesting…” Light responds. The music switches to a song with heavy bass, and Ryuk pops his head over the seats from the trunk.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

“What was that?” Light asks, again; and again, he gets no answer. Leave it to the death god to be mysterious…

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Dammit Ryuzaki

Death Note Omorashi

Light tapped his foot idly. He was bored. He reluctantly agreed to be handcuffed to Ryuzaki in order to prove his innocence of being Kira. It wasn't his idea and Ryuzaki himself didn't seem thrilled about it either.

But so far all that entailed was him trailing Ryuzaki around all day. He scoffed to think that the entire population of Shinjuku likely assumed L had an interesting fast paced lifestyle. Or even a remotely interesting person.

He glanced at L across from him flipping through papers, sucker in his mouth. He'd been doing that for hours. Sitting in that same position.

Light took a sip of his coffee before realizing he needed to use the bathroom. It wasn't urgent by any means but the chain that connected him to Ryuzaki wasn't long enough to allow him to do anything privately. Not that he was shy...not exactly. But taking a piss with Ryuzaki in the room without him was a hard limit.

"So..."

Ryuzaki looked up from his papers. "Yes?"

"How long do I have to do this exactly?"

"Well..." Ryuzaki paused, putting a finger to his lip life Light often noticed he did. "I can't exactly tell you that."

Light mentally huffed in frustration. "Yeah...I mean I get that. But don't you think it's going to be awkward when one of us has to change clothes or...use the bathroom?"

Ryuzaki turned his attention back to one of the papers he was looking at previously. For a moment it looked like he ignored the question.

"If I was worried about being put into a situation that's uncomfortable then I may as well quit my job. Besides, it's not like I want to do this either." He went back to glancing at a paper he had in front of him.

Light knew that was his way of shutting him down so he could go back to reading through files. Doesn't he ever get tired of that?

So he sat there for another hour, playing a few games on his phone to pass the time while trying not to glance at the clock above them. It was hard for him not to get restless. It wouldn't even be so bad if they weren't just sifting there. Then again he imagined they would get strange looks- being two men handcuffed together.

Light perked up when he hears the sound of papers being attacked up beside him. "I think that's enough of that today. I highlighted all the key information that I need." Ryuzaki said mostly to himself. "would you like some tea?"

Light nodded and followed him to the living room.

Maybe L was trying to call his bluff when he chained them together. Or maybe he could make an exception when one of them had to use the bathroom. Surely. At least Light hoped.

"So...what exactly am I supposed to do when I'm chained to you all day?"

Ryuzaki sat down in front of the coffee table while Watari brought them both some tea. Light took a few sips to be polite but tea was the furthest thing from his mind at this point given the situation.

"You can help me look over some old case files. There's nothing pertaining to the Kira case in there so I'm not worried about that. Plus your deductive reasoning could definitely help a lot."

Light shifted uncomfortably on the couch to try and get comfortable whatever way his bladder would allow. Damn coffee.

Light knew he would regret drinking coffee that morning but L decided to chain them up that night before, which made sleeping difficult. Especially when the man he was chained to was a notorious insomniac.

"Is everything alright? You seem on edge."

Dammit L. Of course he had to notice.

But he couldn't just outright ask for the handcuffs to be removed because in Ryuzaki's eyes that was an admission of guilt more than likely.

"I'm fine. Just a bit restless from all this sitting down. I never imagined being such a high profile detective would be so boring."

"Yes, it can be very boring. That's why it's nice to have company from time to time." Ryuzaki said while balancing three sugar cubes on his Tea spoon, then spooning them into his mouth.

"Do you ever get lonely?"

Ryuzaki shrugged. "I suppose I sometimes can. But I've always been introverted by nature."

Light shifted again on the couch, this time more subtle. He needed something to distract himself with and Ryuzaki was often hard to socialize with.

Even if they were enemies, Light still needed a distraction somehow.

But he also knew he was only delaying the inevitable. Maybe he could wait until Ryuzaki had to go or...

Light glanced at the bathroom right at the end of the hallway longingly.

'Maybe I should have just taken the eye deal.' Light thought as he watches Ryuzaki down the rest of his tea.

"Do you mind?"

Light shook his head and scooted the glass over towards him. It was too sweet for his liking anyway.

"So what's it with the sweets?"

"It started because it helped me concentrate but now I'm just addicted to sugar."

"What about your teeth?"

Ryuzaki just shrugged in the way that he always did and downed the rest of his tea once again. Light knew he wasn't opening up fully because he didn't trust him. That was understandable.

"Is everything alright?" Ryuzaki asked after a few moments of silence.

That's when Light knew he had to say something. If he didn't then it would only make Ryuzaki suspect him more.

Light cleared his throat right as a call came in.

"Yes?"

"The task force is here. They've called for an emergency meeting."

Light could hardly hear when was being said on the other end but he could make out Watari's voice on the other end.

When Ryuzaki got off the phone with him, he turned back to Light, sitting his now empty cup back on the table. "There's a potential lead in the Kira case."

Light nodded as nonchalant as he could manage. He didn't want to seem nervous because that would make him look guilty. But he also couldn't ask to go now because it may cause Ryuzaki to think he's stalling. "I see."

Light found himself uncontrollably bouncing his leg thirty minutes into the meeting. He tried his best to at least pretend he was listening so he didn't look suspicious- but his mind was elsewhere. The only thing he cared about was finally getting to pee after all this time.

He crossed his legs under the table, accidentally nudging Ryuzaki's chair in fhe process. Light felt the blood drain from his face. He looked away until he saw Ryuzaki writing something out of the corner of his eye.

He looked down when he felt something touch his thigh.

Beside him Ryuzaki help out a small note pad with the words "why didn't you say anything earlier" hastily etched onfo the paper.

He looked away so L wouldn't see his face turn red. There was no point in denying it any longer.

"I don't know but I wish I did." He wrote back, subtly flashing the page to Ryuzaki under the table hoping it wouldn't draw any attention to them.

The meeting ticked on for another thirty minutes before they were finally dismissed. Light had no idea what it was even about nor did he care.

He knew he wasn't acting like himself at all but he couldn't afford to care.

"Let's go Light."

Everyone else had already left the room, leaving only Light and Ryuzaki, who were still cuffed together.

"You should have said something sooner. Do you need me to help you get up?"

This was nearly too much for Light. His enemy offering to help him with something...so degrading. Thoughts of taking the eye deal started to sound appealing. He could kill the only person who would ever see him like this.

Without warning, Ryuzaki came up behind him and slowly helped Light to his feet. The weight of gravity hitting his bladder made him grit his teeth but other than that he kept composed.

"Sorry...I don't know what's gotten into me." Light tried to laugh his normal confident laugh but he only proceeded to amplify his need.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have to go too."

It did make Light feel better for some reason. At least he wasn't the only one suffering.

He barely kept his hands down to his sides, wanting nothing more than to grab himself. Dammit L, why did this have to happen?

As they turned the corner towards the police station bathroom, Light noticed yellow caution tape.

Fuck.

He'd forgotten his dad mentioning that the bathrooms were being remodeled.

Could he just use the women's?

Ryuzaki seemed to sense his panic. "There's another bathroom just upstairs...can you wait until-"

Light felt his entire body spasm as he fought desperately to keep the last bit of control he had but he could feel it slipping through his hands. "I..dammit!" He bit down on the inside of his cheek so hard he started to taste blood while he grabbed his crotch, squeezing as hard as he could.

But it was too late and he knew that. Ryuzaki awkwardly turned away when he realized what was happening. His beige pants turned dark brown as his bladder finally had enough.

The feeling was so...almost orgasmic that for a moment, Light didn't care that he was having an accident right in front of his enemy.

I took around 4 minutes for Light to completely finish and by the time he did, he was drained.

He looked done at the wet spot on his pants that went all the way down to his ankles and puddled

around his feet.

He had no idea what to say.

But he did notice that Ryuzaki's posture was more rigid than before.

"I'll have someone clean this.... we'll say it was something that was spilled." Was all Ryuzaki said before they headed towards the elevator.

Light tried his best to act like he wasn't completely mortified but he was. Why couldn't it have been the other way? Why couldn't Ryuzaki been the one to wet himself?

Light glanced at him from behind, feeling the overwhelming urge to keep him from making it to the bathroom on time but he didn't.

Instead he sat there in the shower; thinking. Maybe he would speak to Ryuk later about the eye deal.

Maybe.

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