#.....should i mention the fact that there's also lawlight in this au? i feel like i should

[grimalkinmessor]

@nebulamist (Long answer so I couldn't reply directly so POST DUMP TIME)

Matsuda doesn't send the tapes! He's not quiiite as bold as Misa, plus he's also not quite as impatient, so the thought doesn't really occur to him.

Instead, since he's closer to Gelus than Misa was to Rem, and L's already narrowed down the region for him, he sends Gelus off house to house to find the other Shinigami. From there Matsuda moves in to meet Light :D ...And subsequently subtly threaten him into a relationship. Ah, Love!

As for if he gets confined,,,,ehh yes and no.

They don't have reason to suspect a second Kira until later; specifically when L discovers Matsuda and Light are dating. Or, the fact that they're not dating in secret. L gets suspicious of Light suddenly not giving a shit about other people's opinions enough to come out of the closet, much less with an older, famous boyfriend that he now spends a LOT of time with at said boyfriend's very unmonitored house. Then he takes another look at the killing patterns and susses out the scent of another Kira. He narrows down the date of when Matsuda started killing, along with the fact that a lot more criminals with misspelled names have been dying, and then reveals his suspicions to the Task Force under the guise that Matsuda is just another Kira suspect.

They bring Matsuda in and put him in a cell, but it's nothing so bad as Misa's, and they don't torture him because L has far less evidence to lean on with Matsuda and he can't justify it. BUT that also means that Matsuda doesn't give up his Death Note—and, as a consequence, neither does Light. Though he does still (eventually) also submit himself to confinement to free Matsuda at Gelus's uuhh behest.

[secretshinigami]

routine and soft eyes

Author: @hazblogs For: @beyondplusultra Pairings/Characters: nearmellomatt, mention of lawlight Rating/Warnings: T, mentions of Mello’s scar  Prompt: Wammy House kids sleepover (A, B, L can be included, can be AU) Author’s notes: I had so much fun with this !!! soft bois…. thank you to anyone who reads it !!

Mello is positively fuming. Someone (who shall not be named, though if you want to know it starts with “N” and ends with “-ate River”) just got on top of Forensic Science and Investigative Skills and History of Crime and the Justice System. Those are Mello’s topics. They’re the best at these and they always have been (in the two years they’ve studied here. But that’s long enough, right ?), so the fact that Mister Nobody just came in and stole their turf… That’s infuriating. To top it all off, the dean did them dirty and assigned someone to the second bed in their room, knowing full well that they need that second bed for Matt. This week is just a pile of flaming shit.

As they swing the door open they are greeted by the beeping sounds usually coming from Matt’s bed, a comforting electronic melody. Matt doesn’t even turn around to raise his middle finger to protest against how loud Mello is, but that’s also common practice around here, so no worries. 

“Heard you got your ass beat,” Matt says a while later, Mello’s hand carding through his strawberry-green hair. “By the newbie no less. How’re you taking it ?”

“Matt, my hand is dangerously close to your eyes and you need those to play on that stupid console. Better not risk it.”

“Like you’d ever hurt me,” Matt grumbles, and the certainty with which he speaks makes their heart pulse just a little faster. Mello is hopelessly in love, aren’t they ?

The rest of the evening is quiet save for that same musical background, a welcome white noise as Mello finishes their essay for Writing Comedy. The teacher seems to have some trouble with their rather macabre humour so they try to tone it down for once - rather unsuccessfully.

“Also heard you’ll have a roommate,” Matt continues a few hours later as they prepare for bed - gotta put some moisturiser on that scar like a damsel doing her skincare routine, the doctor said, “or you’ll experience how actually painful it can be”. Talk about being threatening…

“I heard. I can kick them out.” Mello would do it. Without remorse, even.

“I can sleep in your bed too,” Matt offers. “But only if you promise not to kick me out from under the covers every single night.”

“Okay, first of all, fuck off, and secondly, why the hell would I want someone else to room with me ? You’re already here. You’ve always been here.”

“And I always will be, Mels. Just… I think it’s time you get out of your shell a little bit, you know ? You can’t keep pretending that talking to me twice every day and ignoring Linda a couple times a week is enough friendly interaction for the little pea inside your coconut.” Mello turns away from the mirror, moisturiser in hand, and sends a glare to Matt who sighs and raises his hands in defeat. “Don’t say I didn’t try ! Think about it, okay, Mello ?”

They do think about it. The whole night. They don’t sleep - it’s not because Matt snores but that’s the excuse they’ll use. Ever since the accident and the scar, people have usually been too impressed - or scared - by them to even consider starting a casual conversation. Matt was there even before, and he probably always will be, Linda is a weirdo who wants to draw them with a ponytail, and… Well, that’s it. Mello lives for schoolwork, to be the best and hope to right some of the wrongs in this world.

“Yo, Mihael,” the dean says when he sees them in front of his office the following morning. Lawliet is a TA at their university, still haunting the dorms. He has a creepy smile under his stupid raccoon eyes and he keeps using Mello’s birthname, like it makes any more sense to call them with that than to call them “xXx_sexy_blondie_xXx”, or however you pronounce that out loud.

“Lawliet. I saw you assigned me a roommate.”

“I did,” he smiles still, like there’s a joke Mello doesn’t get.

“Why ?” Mello would actually like to know - Lawliet never does anything at random.

“You’ll see when he arrives later today,” is the cryptic answer, and Mello sneers at their stupid fucking dean as they leave for their 8am lecture.

Because yes, multiple things are out to get their skin - though they won’t be deterred.

The day goes by in a flash, Screenwriting and Poetry being two of their most interesting classes, and by the time they’ve finished their Crime Prevision and Prevention homework at the library, the sun is well on its way down. Mello walks slowly to the dorms, enjoying the warm air - it’s still only September and winter hasn’t come yet. The music blasting from their headphones is a perfect background to the chill atmosphere, a few bird silhouettes dark against the wonderfully peach clouds. In a few minutes they’ll kiss Matt and they’ll eat a bite, and they’ll sleep knowing they’re safe now.

When they arrive in front of their room, a few cardboard boxes occupy the entrance. Shit fuck hell, they’d forgotten the roommate arrived today. All they can see from where they’re blocked from entering is a white blob of hair on top of baggy clothes, perched on the desk and looking at whatever Matt is playing.

“Uh, I’m supposed to be able to enter my own room,” Mello kind of yells. Only kind of. “Would you please not be a giant stupid bother before I even get your name ?”

“Sorry,” the snowball says, not looking sorry at all. “I’m Nate River.”

“But you can call him Near ! He plays retro games, which isn’t… let’s say it’s not my strong point, but I’m sure it’ll go well, we’re three whole weirdos with weirdo nicknames !”

Mello blinks. Near is still here. They blink again. Near is still here, looking a little like a frog with his lopsided smile, a hand playing with one of his curls. Mello blinks a third time and doesn’t expect Near to have packed his things and go, but that was a close call.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” they mutter. “Lawliet is gonna get killed.”

“You actually know enough about criminology to not be caught, so go you.” Near is smirking. Mello wants to cry. “But I would advise against it, because he’s dating that twink Light Yagami, the alumni who came last week to give the presentation about the War on Drugs and its consequences. He’s a police lieutenant now.”

“Called it !” Matt raises a fist in victory, taking five years from Mello’s lifespan. “Anyway, now that you’re here, please do help us with the last boxes. We’ve been setting up Near’s compy and it’s revoltingly difficult.”

“I will not- how can you ask me to- I’m gonna commit arson and this time I promise I’ll succeed !”

“Dramatic bitch,” Matt says jovially. “Just come in and drop your stuff, apparently someone from the ADA thing comes tomorrow to make sure the room is accessible with a crutch and to help Near settle in.”

Mello just now notices that Near isn’t fully standing up - he’s propped on the desk, a mechanical knee peeking through the bottom of his shorts. This changes nothing - though Mello feels the both grim and hopeful sense of community that disabled people get when they meet. Their ear still works wonky and their eye ? Not the sharpest either. Without talking about all the skin damage, the phantom pain, the- hell no, they won’t get into “reflective mode” without having eaten dinner first.

Reluctantly, Mello spends the rest of the evening avoiding Near as Matt and them help him settle in, surprised by the small amount of belongings he actually has - most of the boxes he brought are board games and hundreds of little kapla sticks. Is Near planning to recreate the Golden Bridge ? He looks like a nerd, maybe it’ll be the Death Star.

Routines are a persistent thing, and before they know it, Near has managed to get a small space - small, they insist - in Mello’s well-oiled machinery. He eats breakfast with Matt, a meal that Mello forgoes entirely, and he goes on unfortunate walks to his PT appointments, because he’s out of money from whatever government organism gives benefits to disabled people and can’t afford a cab. Mello thinks they should get into it a little more, maybe call their case worker, because ramen tastes worse and worse when you have it for every meal of the week. And then Near and Matt start talking about something or another, especially topics that annoy Mello, or Near gets a little too close to them while they both work on their assignments at their desk, his elbow barely brushing Mello’s side. It makes them shiver, but they will ignore that, thank you very much.

Another routine - bedtime - has gotten a little different. One single bed is enough for “one person and a half”, according to Matt, so the obvious solution to them being three in a two single beds room is to push the beds together.

“And now you have a perfect three people beddery !” Matt triumphantly declared. “Mello, you sleep in the middle.”

“Why am I in the middle ?” they protested. “It’s the least comfortable !”

“Oh well, we can take turns,” Near had snarked, knowing full well that the first one of them to sleep in the middle would have to accept defeat.

Mello does end up in the middle, Matt cuddled against their left side where the burn is, and Near an ever-closer presence against their right arm. It’s not as uncomfortable as they expected. Near doesn’t snore and he smells like minty toothpaste, a strangely comforting scent that lulls Mello to sleep way more easily than the five thousand melatonin pills they take before going to bed.

Oh well, maybe Lawliet can live a little longer. His boyfriend - Matt saw them kissing through the peephole, it’s official now - won’t have any (more) reasons to put Mello behind bars.

Near gets on top of International Law and keeps wearing strangely baggy clothes everywhere - or well, everywhere but in the dorms. Mello has time to get used to that mechanical knee, even asking a few questions about phantom pains on the days Matt is away and the itching gets unmanageable. Near is quiet like snow but they’re nothing alike in warmth, grey eyes like molten metal setting on Mello’s face and crinkling in a smile.

And it works wonders. One time they get a bad mark (for their standards) and they even study with Near for extra credit, a presentation about the death penalty that lasts about three quarters of the two hours class. The teacher gives them both full marks and Matt celebrates by crushing them both against his chest, the smell of motor oil and mint so comforting that Mello closes his eyes, just for a little while.

It’s winter before they have time to think about it, and finals go by in a blur of “no sleep, no food, no distractions”. They even manage to end up at the nurse’s office when they faint during the Criminology Theory exam, forced to drink sugar water until the world stops exploding in a million tiny stars when they move their head.

Mello thinks that surviving their last winter exam session ever - they should be able to find a job with a double Master’s degree in Criminology and Creative writing, right ? - deserves a celebratory nap and they sprawl on the bed as soon as they’re back from the last stupid oral presentation they have to do about stupid Foundations of Criminal Justice. Near is not in the room - which is weird, because he finished five minutes and thirty six seconds before them - and Matt is away for the day to try and get his internship at the garage, so they have the full three-person bed, and they fully intend to enjoy the luxury.

They enjoy it so much that they fall asleep, only noticing that time has passed because before they blinked, it was day, and it is now very much nighttime. Light giggles fill the room along with the muted light from Near’s bedside lamp, and Mello takes the time to relish in the quiet atmosphere. Hushed conversation rises from near the desk, giggles and the smell of hot chocolate both making Mello sit up at last.

“Lookit you ! Sleeping beauty arises. Though I haven’t kissed you yet,” Matt smiles, and he climbs on the bed to press his lips against Mello’s. “Love you,” he whispers as he pulls away and goes back to slump on Near’s shoulder.

At first, Near felt like an intruder each time Matt kissed them, but he’s become so embedded in their life that Mello doesn’t feel any awkwardness anymore - to the point where not including him has become the cause of their inner turmoil.

Because yeah, uh, there’s that. Near in a tank top and booty shorts, prosthetic being painted on by a very enthusiastic Matt, has become the new image they conjure up each time the need to strangle someone arises. And poof, instant peace. Discreet touches, Near sleeping fully cuddled against their right side now, Matt nosing through Near’s hair just after he’s washed it because his strawberry shampoo smells divine, Mello even going as far as ruffling Near’s hair without warning, just to see his little nose scrunch up… All that has become routine too, and suddenly the change is too big to go by unmentioned. 

They’ve managed to hold on to their feelings until then but as Matt starts talking again, Near’s smile is a little too tight - though his eyes sparkle, it’s like… something’s missing. 

“Emergency mee-ee-ting,” they yawn, the skin around their left eye crinkling up painfully. Near notices and doesn’t even ask before grabbing the petroleum jelly tube and throwing it rather inaccurately at their face. See, that’s what they were talking about, Near has just become… there, in the way Matt is there even when he’s asleep in another part of the universe where Mello can only hope to ever go to. “We gotta talk shit out.”

“Are you over your gay crisis yet ?” Matt asks, eyes calm and open, sipping hot chocolate with noisy slurps that Mello doesn’t bother mentioning anymore. His green hair looks more and more red as time passes, which is a strange feat of hair dye conspiracy. “Can we go back to playing ?”

“I haven’t even talked !” Mello protests. “I just really think it’s necessary to mention that…”

They don’t know how to continue that sentence. Near is looking at them with something strangely akin to hope, and Matt still has that infuriating openness about him like he just knows Mello so well he doesn’t need to be told what they feel. 

Near doesn’t, though, and he matters enough to Mello now for them to want to include him in the little bubble as well.

“I just think it’d be cool if we shared the secret chocolate stash with Near,” is what comes out of their mouth.

Well done caporal, please die of shame now.

“Mels, wow, that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said !” Matt’s voice drips with amusement - devoid of any mean spirit, they should add, because Matt is the one thing Mello knows is good in this world. And well, maybe there’s a second one they’ve stumbled on, and they want Near to know that he means a lot to them too.

“I mean it !” Mello whines. “He’s one of us now. I think we can share.”

“Mello. Please realise that I’ve been flirting with you this entire time,” comes Near’s deadpan answer. “The time I told you I wanted to braid your hair ? The time I made you sleep and finished the presentation alone because you’d gotten the flu and I hate being sneezed on ? The fact that Matt literally sits in my lap half the time, and only half because the other is spent on your lap ?”

“Okay, first of all, fuck off with me getting the flu.”

“You’re avoiding my question.” Near looks stubborn, and it’s a good look on him.

When did Mello start to think Near looks good ? “I, uh. I may be slightly romantically obtuse. Has Matt told you the time when-”

“-he kissed you and you thought he wanted to practice smooches for his secret best friend, because of course you wouldn’t be his best friend ?”

Utterly mortified, Mello can feel their cheeks become bright red. “Well, uh. Enough mushiness for tonight. Just pass me the chocolate, Matt, I’m starving.”

Matt giggles and throws a Kinder Egg at their face. Near munches on the leftover shell while Mello assembles the toy, and it’s peaceful - and happy, too, so when Mello raises a hand to their scar they smile still, in spite of their involuntary shiver.

[roselevesque]

Naturally, I love these

12, 18, 20, 21

Thank you for asking! Putting under "Read More" since it got long and maybe fans of the other fandom aren`t interested in solely Hannibal answers. And I'm guessing I'll answer for Hannigram again. In that case:

12. If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why?

I'm assuming this is a crossover question? ( English is not my first language, so sorry if I misunderstand )

Definitely Death Note. Besides the fact that another one of my OTPs with a similar enough basis resides there ( Hello, Lawlight ) I can actually see the shows' worlds merging well. Hannibal doesn't have real supernatural elements in it, not like Death Note, but it's brimming in surrealism in such a way that a transition to a fandom with extraordinary elements still rooted in modern reality wouldn't be an issue. Both shows deal with murder cases and it's not difficult to make a connection from there and in a multitude of ways.

L already brings help from the FBI in canon, let's say Will and Hannibal are among them, but do not join the trail scheme, instead come directly to L. Will and Hannibal would undoubtedly recognise something dark in Light from the get go ( albeit for different reasons ) and I can see Hannibal being his manipulative self and finding Light a funny "test subject". Staying safe himself though, of course.

You can also have a Post-Fall scenario, where someone from Wammy ( L or Near or anyone really ) is tasked with tracking down the newly emerged "Murder Husbands". You could have Light along for the ride too depending on how you write the AU.

As two why Death Note. As I said, the main characters have a similar enough basis, but diverge from each other in interesting ways. Light and Hannibal are the fancy half, hiding monsters behind innocent person suits. They have a refined air around them and are secretly serial killers while joining the team meant to catch them. Yet Light is definitely much more of an...optimist? ( If that's the right word ) than Hannibal. Each of them has a God complex, the line in the sand between them is how it manifests. Light cares much more about "bettering" the world according to his messed up vision than Hannibal ever did. Hannibal delights in the killing itself also and Dr. "Guns lack intimacy" Lecter wouldn't be a big fan of remote murder via magical notebook, in my opinion.

L and Will are the agent of the law chasing the criminal down in these duos. They have outstanding intellects, nonconventional methods and a relaxed/rugged appearance compared to their counterparts. These characters have a dark side to them. Whereas Will's arc revolves around coming to terms with said side and embracing it, L lives under no illusion that he is anything less than an asshole. He manipulates, cases are games for him and that is just fine for him. Will tries to cling to his morality as much as he can and he gives into temptation in the heat of the moment usually. He's, on top of this, the more sensible of the two and I'm not sure whether L would find him interesting due to his insight or would be annoyed by him.

Man, I went on a rant there...

18. Did you once/ever dislike one/both of them?

Dislike? Never. Have endless frustration? Plenty. But that's what happens when you can only communicate in metaphors and continue to dig your own demise constantly ( looking at you especially Hannibal ). In all seriousness, however, Beverly's death was a moment when I barely restrained myself from shouting F-you to Hannibal. Should that count? Otherwise, and even then, I can't say I disliked either of them precisely.

20. What made you decide to ship them?

Well, I came on this show's board partially because of Hannigram. ( was looking for queer rep and I wanted to experiment with some horror which doesn't tend to be my preferred genre ). I had already seen some scenes on tumblr, thus I had a feeling for their dynamic and I liked what I saw, but the moment that sold it was the breakfast scene in the first episode, specifically the "mongoose under my house when the snakes slither by" line. I can't exactly explain it. Their chemistry simply screamed to me in that instance that they were going to be interesting. And they are. They really are.

21. Favorite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.)

Angst and Hurt/Comfort with emphasis on the hurt lmao. This fandom also has great crack, which makes sense since the show itself can feel like a fever dream at times. So, yep, angst, hurt/comfort, crack. Did I mention angst?

[lesbian-misa-amane]

Take this shitty fucking LawLight Soulmate AU WIP because I hate myself.

The concept of soulmates seemed ridiculous to Light. For the first 16 years of his life, he thought that the whole world was lying to him about these tattoos that tell you the name of the person you’re going to love for the rest of your life.

Even his mother bought these lies and told him that everyone has the name of their soulmate tattooed somewhere on their body and that he would just have to wait to get his. She also said that it was bad luck to actively go looking for your soulmate once the name appears because you are destined to meet. Eventually. She also mentioned that the name appears when a person is a year away from meeting their soulmate.

Who even made up these rules?

Light tried his best to forget that one day the all-knowing universe would decide who he should be with. But, he couldn’t ignore it forever.

—

At 17, he feels a harsh sting on his hip. He’s never gotten a tattoo before but this completely turns him off the idea of even considering one.

When the pain subsides, he goes to the mirror and reads the name. It’s in Russian, and with a quick search, he gets the first name of this person. Nikolay. He ignores the tattoo and tells no one about it.

About a month later, his hip begins to sting again.

It was common knowledge that a tattoo could change over time, although it didn’t happen very often. Somehow, though, the name on his hip was actually changing.

Now it’s in English and it reads Deneuve. He wonders what’s happening with the person he’s meant to be with.

A week later and a new change.

A month later and the name changes again.

Light is curious about this person with the ever changing name. But, doesn't look them up and he doesn’t tell his family. This was his business and his alone.

—

Of course, some people may think it was wrong to exploit the system that soulmates worked on. But, L wasn’t most people when it came to morals. He could trust absolutely no one with the power to know his name. He just wouldn’t allow it.

So, with every new case came a new persona.

Every day he would stand in front of a mirror until he convinced himself that he was this person. He was who he needed to be. L Lawliet would be a secret to even the person he was meant to be with.

It just seemed necessary to him.

However, it took 23 years before he felt a sting on his hip. It was painful, to be sure, but he had a high pain tolerance so he simply laid on his back and read a book until it was over.

He stood up, walked to a mirror, and read the name that was now engraved on his body forever.

夜神 月

His Japanese was rusty as it had been a while since he traveled there, but the name should read as Moon Yagami. But, that didn’t sound right. It didn’t feel right, either.

A quick search —damn the whole bad luck about searching for your soulmate— and he learns that it is read as Light. Pretty name.

He doesn’t stop there, though. He learns everything there is to know about this Light Yagami.

—

Sometimes, if L stares for long enough, he thinks he can see Light Yagami’s name fade slightly.

He thinks he can see a new name appear underneath.

キラ

Kira.

He covers the tattoo up with makeup every day. He doesn’t want to see it. More importantly, he doesn’t want to risk Light seeing it.

—

It isn’t difficult to tell just who Light’s soulmate was supposed to be. Especially because the tattoo was changing between Rue Ryuzaki and Hideki Ryuga throughout the hours of the day. It was actually annoying. But, L wasn’t mentioning the fact that they were soulmates so Light wasn’t going to mention it either.

—

There’s something very annoying about wearing a pair of handcuffs when they left the confines of this shared apartment. Light didn’t like the chaffing or the stares that he’d get from his father.

L would tell him that this was just a necessary precaution to the investigation and Light could respond with the fact that L just wanted to torture him a little bit more.

There was no use in arguing about it.

However, L taking forever in the bathroom was something he would not stand for. He wanted a shower and he was going to fucking get it.

“I don’t give a damn if your hair takes thirty minutes, Ryuzaki! I want to get clean.”

And Light bursts in the bathroom to find something that he wasn’t ready for. L with wavy hair, only one eye had intense dark circles, and he was halfway done with covering up a tattoo on his hip.

It was almost completely hidden, but Light could still see that the name underneath the makeup.

Light slams the door and refuses to talk to him for a while.

—

There’s something bittersweet about standing in front of the mirror now. His biggest threat was dead and he told himself that was what truly mattered.

The tattoo on his hip no longer had some alias to trick him, but now had a real name.

However, it wasn’t even a tattoo anymore. Now it was scarring. It hurt when he touched it and burned when tried to cover it up with makeup. It was almost as if the universe wanted him to remember what he did.

Even in death, L Lawliet was a pain that he could not forget.