#Dn fanfic

[rinneroraito]

hospitaL

This short includes grief, pain, and hurt over a major character death. 900+ words

I've written sweet moments but one thing I've always liked in media is tragedy and I'm trying my hand at it.

I don’t like hospitals.

There’s the lingering scent of antiseptic in the air, medical personnel donned in white making their way to and fro seemingly like ghosts, injured people sitting on the chairs waiting to be attended to looking more dead than alive. The hospital is a place I’ve frequented in my career as a police investigator, it’s a familiar setting, yet I never felt comfortable being here. It’s never been good. Being here meant something was wrong, someone was hurt, someone was in pain. 

I continue staring at the white tiles, massaging the back of my hand mindlessly. My eyelids feel heavy. The knuckles on my right hand are sore, and there’s a bandage on my temple covering up an abrasion. The waiting room is cold, the steel bench icy like death, uncomfortable, unwelcoming. Has it always been like this? Have I always hated hospitals or do I just not want to be here at the moment? Am I refusing the reality of my presence here? Will it do me any good if I don’t address the fact that I am here right now and…

And…?

My hands shake and I slump forward.

Oh...

My right hand is in pain from the way I threw a punch at a certain teenager earlier. The abrasion on my cheek was from when I tried to catch…

No, god no…

Tears are welling up my eyes again, my shoulders are shaking now.

Being in a hospital could also mean someone had died.

The distraction from the horrible truth of reality was something I wanted to prolong. It was a fleeting kindness from the pain, and I resented how brief it was. There was no escape from this frigid hospital waiting room. I could leave, but that wouldn’t change anything.

“Uehara..?”

I look up to meet Mogi, towering over me. The steel bench squeaks softly as I stand up, noticing he was carrying something. A ziploc bag. He reaches forward, beckoning for me to take it.

As soon as I touch the material, I immediately realize what was inside it.

“Everyone noticed how close you two had become. If keeping this is too much, you could just throw them-”

“No,” I immediately replied, my voice hoarse and quiet.

The ziploc bag smells heavily of antiseptic as I clutched it close to my chest.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t think.

I can’t stop shaking.

I want to throw up.

I want to scream.

I want to tear my hair out.

My head hurts.

My chest hurts.

My eyes are stinging again.

The tiled flooring feels cold on my legs as I sink, hugging the clothes.

My throat hurts.

I want to scream.

I want to scream.

Can I still scream?

I can’t breathe.

My eyes sting.

I can’t think, I can’t think… 

I can’t tell where it hurts, it hurts everywhere, I’m in so much pain. My eyes hurt, my throat hurts, my head hurts, my hands hurt.

I want him back.

Mogi squats down beside me, squeezing my shoulder.

The Detective fell off of his chair earlier and I was so worried he’d hit his head that I tried to catch him before he hit the floor. But I was the first to go down and I got knocked out for a few moments. When I came to, the lights were blaring. The Yagami kid was screaming as he held the Detective in his arms.

I swore my heart stopped that moment, too.

It was instinctive when I shot up and threw a punch at him, knocking him back, away from the Detective.

Everyone was screaming.

I turned my attention back towards him, now lying down on the floor with his eyes closed. He was heavy when I lifted him to me and I started feeling for his vitals. Warm breath, a pulse, a heartbeat...

Did it hurt when you fell off your chair, Detective? I’m sorry I didn't catch you in time. Were you scared when you felt your heart stop? Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, I'm right here, I’ll hold you. Is it too cold? I’ll warm your hands, I’ll keep holding you just … Please… 

Please come back… Give me a sign, anything, please….

Anything.

Anything…

…

…

But there was nothing anymore and I started to scream.

I was screaming when Matsuda pulled me away from him so Mogi could carry him out of the building.

I was screaming at the Yagami kid when Chief Soichiro ordered me to just go with Mogi instead.

My throat hurts.

“Detective…” I murmur raggedly against the plastic, my breath fogging it up.

“L…”

I was sobbing again, losing count of how many times I’ve been crying on and off.

“L…H-he was… So.. Young…” My voice cracks in my blubbering state.

“He was,” Mogi affirms my statement.

In the entirety of the investigation I just realized how firmly I held the belief that L wouldn’t meet this kind of fate, that he’d be able to catch Kira and fly back to England. Or travel wherever he wanted. And eat more sweets…

I continued to sob, pressing my face into the plastic. I could feel my wet cheeks sticking on the material.

My colleague was silent now, still squeezing my shaking shoulders as I cried loudly, hoarsely, into the ziploc bag of L’s clothes. My chest feels constricted as I try to draw in breaths between heavy sobs, the front of my shirt drenched in tears that don’t seem to stop. I could cry a lake and scream until my voice goes out but he’s gone.

He’s gone.

We just lost the Greatest Detective in the world.

I lost L.

…

…

…

…

“I hate hospitals.”

[tennisthemedhatesex]

Hello there!

Author of these fics:

If Your Heart Stops Beating (Did You Get What You Deserve?)

Light Did You Know Detectives Love Gods of Death?

Your Name (for the coffee, not the note)

And artist of these silly little Death Note doodles:

I am opening PAY WHAT YOU WANT commissions for writing and art.

I'm also happy to design custom sticker sheets, pins, notebooks, and whatever else. And for writing, I can edit and beta read too.

My actual job only pays $150 a week and my partner just moved to the Netherlands as a refugee to escape the political and economic situation in Turkey (especially as she is queer and mixed race with no family) and we're trying to raise money to get her a place to live that is suitable for her two cats Pişi and Mia. Right now, my partner is living in a single room dorm with other people where immigration personnel regularly harass and abuse refugees. She has just gotten her ID card and is looking for work, so this is just to keep our heads above water for this month.

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Images of the cats as well as some non-Death Note art examples below the cut.

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More art:

And that's when I reached image limit

[analyticalnonsense]

Fic for Lawlight Week Day 4: Baking/Confinement

(mostly sfw but please read the tags!)

The man currently making him pastries was spiteful and arrogant and obsessive about the things he wants. He needed to possess, to control and manipulate the world as he saw fit. He deemed himself as above the world while also considering himself an integral part of it. He needed to be important, to feel important. But especially to L…

He smiled fondly at the thought. As if there was anything more important to him than Light Yagami.

[mercy-be-mine]

i finally get what people mean when they say 'create what you would want to consume' and it's just fanfiction of Light performing for L when he was under 24/7 surveillance late at night

[wammyshousesideblog]

Happy Birthday, Mello! As promised, I created a DN sideblog for this purpose, I'm posting fanart inspired by a meronia fic- False Spring by Moontyger (aka by my favorite part from the fic, which imo perfectly describes Mello, or at the very least the way I see him):

Here's the paragraph(multiple paragraphs):

[mapsareforbraindeads]

GUESS WHO FINALLY UPDATED THEIR FUCKING FIC spoiler alert it’s me i updated true successor. i promised i would after court settled down and yk i ALWAYS DELIVER 💪💪💪💪💪 anyways happy new year note takers, here’s a good 4000ish words for you

[theywrites]

Just received the Bad Things Happen Bingo I requested for Death Note. Exciting~! || @badthingshappenbingo

Oh, also; lots of TWs !! the works will be tagged with #badthingshappenbingo.

Bingo under the cut:

[vhs-roadkill]

My favorite kind of Death Note fanfic is the "Light gives up being Kira for sex" trope. I love when he's all serious about being the God of the new world but Misa just has to promise showing her tits and L says he'll eat his ass and then he IMIDIATELY GIVES UP BEING KIRA, it's so funny, 10/10

[dirt-apple-productions]

L and Light capture the Yotsuba Kira, but L finds that they may have apprehended a scapegoat. The first chapter of "Judas: The Fall of a God" is available to read now! Please hit one of the links below to read "Deadly Revival."

**Note: If you are reading on Wattpad, the chapter has been split into two parts for the sake of convenience.

Wattpad

AO3

Fanfiction.net

[true-love-1997]

꧁When You're Not There꧂

Summary: Mikami has secrets to keep from his wife but makes a confession to her in a dark room.

Notes: This is a short one-shot fanfiction about Teru Mikami and Kyoko (L’s fangirl from To-Oh). To clear up any potential confusion, they are a married couple here, Mikami has the Shinigami eyes, and since Kyoko’s surname was never revealed in canon, I have declared it “Yamazaki.” I do not own Death Note or any of its characters, all rights go to Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata, and other respective owners.

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Mikami is alone in their bedroom staring out the window with no lights on. Kyoko walks in and asks him what he is doing. Mikami tells her, “Nothing.”

“It’s not like you to stand around doing nothing. You’re usually doing something at your desk at this time on this day every week, every month. Why the sudden change?”

“…”

“Please, talk to me. It’s strange when you suddenly deviate from your routine. Not that I am always here to see it.”

“…It’s…” Mikami started.

He almost felt tempted to tell her what was going on but changed his mind. He decided to talk about something else instead.

“I just wanted to look outside.”

Kyoko can sense that’s not it. Despite the fact, they hadn’t been together for that long, she was starting to read him more clearly. At first it was difficult for her to predict anything because he was always stone-faced, acting stoic and dry. Well, his thoughts were difficult to predict, but his obsessive need for keeping schedules made his actions predictable. But she was getting better at noticing the subtle changes in his tone of voice and facial expressions. With him, that was the only way of telling. It helped her understand what his mood was. And she was already too used to Mikami not looking at her face when they talk to let it bother her anymore. But she also realized she was starting to pick up if he was lying to her or not. And he was definitely lying to her right now. She realized accusing him won’t help her get anything out of him, it might be better to give him reassurance.

“I can tell that’s not true…You can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m always here to listen.”

He didn’t move or say anything for about a minute. He turned and faced her. Even with no lights on, she could see he was giving her his full attention. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he saw something she couldn’t. Actually, that was the case. Mikami was staring at Kyoko’s name Mikami Kyoko and lifespan hovering over her head. He couldn’t read how many years, months, or days Kyoko had left because the number was in Shinigami time and he didn’t know how to convert it to human time. He had already cut his own remaining lifespan in half but had no idea how much time he had to live because he never knew how many years he had left before making that deal. He stared at Kyoko’s lifespan and thought about how temporary all human life was, including hers, his own. The thought of Kyoko dying made him sad.

            He never fully understood his feelings toward Kyoko. He knew of her before they met in person, because of her family, and the Kira economic theory she created and wrote extensively about. They met in person, simply by chance, when they were attending Pro-Kira conventions. He almost didn’t notice her at first, she was so unnoticeable at first glance. Only after meeting her, he found out that she was unexpectedly placed in the Ministry of Defense and is currently a soldier in the Japanese Defense Forces. There she was, by herself in the corner of the room, trying not to draw attention to herself. Casually dressed, her hair undone, wearing no makeup, but her cheeks red, and her eyes facing down. He thought someone born into her privilege and status would be much more obvious, surrounded by people all the time.

            When he first saw her in real life, he didn’t recognize her right away. Even though she’s only 24 years old, she looked a lot older than she really is. Her nervous, but serious and solid demeanor gave him the impression she was a principal in a school full of rowdy teenagers. He couldn’t believe that he managed to get her alone, and how easy she was to talk to. How plain she dressed was another thing he didn’t expect. He never really thought about it but perhaps he always had an image she would wear expensive dresses and diamonds in her daily private life because she was born a princess. And how normal she was, despite the Yamazaki being one of the five elite families of the country. She lived by herself in a small apartment and when he asked her why she didn’t get herself a better house, she said it was all the space she needed. Despite being able to afford it, she didn’t hire body guards, either, her reason being her life was not worth more than anyone else’s. He had never seen anyone try so hard to live as simple and minimalist as possible. She told him of her dream to make the world prosperous and peaceful enough where no one would need to resort to crime. He found her to be overly idealistic, but somehow with her intelligence, she made even seemingly unrealistic goals sound almost plausible.

            He wondered what it would be like to have her in bed with him. He wanted to touch her hair and feel her skin. Also, he didn’t want to admit it to himself but she was even more beautiful in real life than on the tv screen. He knew fantasizing about her was his guilty pleasure so he tried not to look at her too much. Her body is his paradise. From the time he first saw her naked, he liked the meat on her bones, her large breasts, her waist, she was hairier than he imagined but it didn’t bother him in the least. She often defied his expectations, which further intrigued him. He came to the realization she was so similar to his mother in many ways—her mannerisms, her personality, her smile... He remembers how he used to think to himself, he would never marry a woman like his mother. Yet, he had done it. In the future, even when Kyoko is old, withered, and grey, he would still desire to lay by her side. She would always be the woman of his eyes. He would miss her if she was gone.

            Back to the present, staring at her remaining lifespan, he knew the hour of her death will someday come. Even though Kyoko knew something was going on, she couldn’t guess what he could be thinking.

“I love you.”, Mikami said to her, catching her off guard.

He touched her face and the strands of Kyoko’s loose hair that was normally tied back. She blushed and stared down into the darkness. He kissed her lips and hugged her. When he held her against him, she thought about how she couldn’t remember the last time he said he loved her or touched her.

After that one month they were passionately in love and got married, they had become distant. She dismissed it as their daily lives made them too busy to spend much time together. It also didn’t help that the army required her to stay away from home for such long periods of time. Although she knew her feelings for him hadn’t changed and never would, she couldn’t be sure about his. Well…who could ever be sure of how the other person really feels? There were times she truly thought he didn’t love her as much as he once did. She wished she could fix that, she wanted to make him proud of her…but she didn’t know how. She was relieved to think that his feelings for her didn’t dry up entirely. For the first in a long time, she felt like nothing was wrong in the world, he made her feel safe with him.

“I love you, too.”, she said.

Notes: This cover was created with Pixiv when I uploaded this story there. I have this story available on at least two other sites so I will leave the links below. Last but not least, thank you for reading! 💖🖤

Links: Pixiv ♡ AO3

[rinneroraito]

So I love reading your work and it may be spoiling what comes next but I really am wondering after the conversation about how they feel after the drunk confession how do Rinne and L get together or do they?

Ah, hello!! I don't mind spoiling actually coz it might take a while for me to update as I'm making the story more coherent by actually plotting it out now haha 😅

Let's just say there will be mutual pining but L takes a while to actually realize that he cares about her far more than he thought he would and Rinne doesn't want to jump into conclusions.

Thank you for reading, aaaa really it makes me happy to know how invested you are with it. Oh! There's also this quote I found on the internet some time ago that literally describes Rinne's approach about relationships (she sort of explains this on sobering up, too).

Again, thank you so so so much for being here 💕💗

[tennisthemedhatesex]

Listen. I am just an endless death note AU generator. Currently I have the following going on:

Coffee shop AU but starting slightly before Light becomes Kira: Light meets this mysterious stranger who was tired/felt like adding weirdness to the world one morning and didn't choose a false name for his coffee orders, and it becomes this sort of running joke/game between them with Light trying to figure out his name or various lore about him and L finding this extremely amusing. But then Light finds the death note. L joins the case. Neither of them know this about each other yet, and as Light and L begin to suspect each other they're still keeping up the charade of casual friendship and a half-joking challenge while it takes on a whole additional dimension and they're catching feelings. Hell on earth for poor Light. They have chess sex at one point.

Death Note Randall and Hopkirk (deceased) AU: my personal favorite but extremely niche. Basically ghost L but. a Specific Flavor. Not only do I steal the rahd lore, but there are some Details (muahaha etc.) You don't need to have seen rahd to enjoy it. Here's a playlist but you could not get me to post the actual fic yet under torture

Modern day AU but the main way that this effects the plot is that Light is majorly into competitive Microsoft Excel and L is secretly the world champion that he's had an intense rivalry with ever since Light started.

Another ghost L thing but in this one L possesses Light's body after his death and now they have to Share

Similar to those time travel AUs where Light and/or L gets sent back and have to decide whether to make different decisions except it's the task force (excluding L and Light) and they have to decide whether to try to prove it and arrest him or try to help him and whether they should let Light know about this or if that would be a death sentence. Lots of problem solving, lots of decision making, Light gets to unmask <3 (This one was inspired by (but different from) a tumblr post I should add a link to if I can find it)

One where I mess with the lore so that Light is transforming into a shinigami due to the number of people he has killed (symbolism etc) but this starts right before his confinement so he has to try to hide it and it generally messes up his plans horribly because. Imagine being under constant observation by the world's greatest detective but you're literally transforming into a death god while trying to hide that anything is unusual about you at all.

"Characters watch the show" but it's characters get transported to this world and exposed to modern fandom. This takes place during the warehouse so Light's alive but Mikami is there. They're just yoinked out of there. There is another version of this that takes place during Yotsuba Arc instead.

Along similar-ish lines, a blatantly comedic fic where L reads explicit rpf about L and Kira in front of Light at one point during Yotsuba Arc and Light gets really mad about it leading to intense debate of what Kira would be like in bed, among other things. Keep in mind Light does not have his memories but he does have strong opinions on the topic, for some mysterious reason that Light tries really hard to justify to himself

And more. I love making things worse for my poor little meow meow specifically because I understand his brand of problem solving on a spiritual level and I like to watch it play out. But also because pushing Light to his extremes and seeing how much it takes for him to snap is like crack to me. Mentally putting this guy in saw traps.

[shamelesslypoetic]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44531656

[gracetoldmeto]

...

Mello had changed since Wammy’s. He’d grown quite a bit taller even though Matt still had a few inches on him. The black long sleeve t-shirt he’d always worn was replaced with a tailored leather jacket.

It looked good on him. It accentuated his angles and intensified his presence. It made a boy who was rough around the edges into a man who could cut you with a single gaze.

He had grown into himself.

He looked good.

“Took you long enough.” The blonde replied.

...

Read "Lemon Muffins and Gin" here

[totallynotthedarkreunion]

Promoting myself again bc I'm bored, heres my dn swap au fanfic again

So basically L is the one that ends up with the notebook and Light is the detective trying to catch him, and there's a lot of convoluted overthinking and people dying. It also features some shinigami realm shenanigans and Matt and Mello

Here's the summary and first bit of first chapter

Summary

L Lawliet is a normal- or rather, abnormal - person, who one day happens to come across a magic notebook that grants one the power to kill people simply by writing their name and knowing their face. He is unsure of what to do with it at first, but it sparks his curiosity. Lawliet then comes into contact with someone who is trying to take away his newfound power -- a detective who goes by "Moon," and just so happens to be the greatest detective in the world. What will Lawliet do about Moon in their battle of wits?

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I possess many different traits that a lot of people may lack. For one, I am exceptionally intelligent. I don't mean to be rude but it is true, and if I am being rude, so be it. Another one I can think of is my ability to stay awake for many, many hours on end -- however, I don't think of that as a positive thing. But that has little to no relevance to this story. I've been told before that my abilities are 'amazing,' 'incredible,' or even 'rare', but I've never been told in what way I should use them. I think it's fairly obvious that I shouldn't use them to harm others, after the events regarding Beyond Birthday, but what do I do with them, then? Perhaps I'll use them for myself. After all, I am very bored.

Typically, I don't spend time outside. It could have been fate that I did today, or maybe pure coincidence. Either way... to summarize my situation, I decided to sit outside of my establishment, on a mahogany chair with a faded, rustic quality to it. The chair creaked as I lowered myself into it. It had been there for many years, longer than I had been. I watched as the children played in the yard. I thought to myself that I was once like them, yet simultaneously, I was not.

I sat, becoming consumed by the thoughts in my mind, when a notebook fell out of the sky. It's hard to believe such an abrupt and ridiculous claim. Even I, who experienced it, did not fully believe it. It made contact with my head, which was quite painful.

On the front of the book, the words "Death Note" were inscribed. I picked it up to examine it, eventually taking it inside. One of the children noticed. He did not ask about it. He only returned to his puzzle, peering at piece after piece through his tangled white hair.

Ever since then, I have kept the notebook in my room. My room is very drab, some might say. The lights are always dimmed and the walls are bare. That is how I think best.

It has been roughly two weeks since the book appeared. I've opened the book once or twice, skimming over the rules written inside. I know exactly what it is. Some might think it's a prank, a very elaborate one, but I can assure you, it is an authentic artifact (I mean, it fell out of the sky). I haven't used it, and I won't.. although, it sparks curiosity inside of me. It's as if I won't be satisfied until I attempt to use it.

But I wouldn't kill. I could never-

"You haven't used it yet? I thought by now you would've at least written one name."

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Here's the link

If you're more of a Wattpad person its there too under the same username and title

I hope people find this

[lashraith]

Time for my annual reread of TIHID. I’m ready to cry!