#death note drabble

[gh0stbeeee]

Aroace lawlight where they really are just partners. Partners in detective work. Possibly in crime, depending on the mood. Partners that share every meal together. Get ready together in the morning. Will argue about their next vacation plan that Light makes them take. Partners that may share lap space if needed. Partners that go to sleep in the same bed every night. Have matching chairs. And all sorts of furniture and kitchen dishes.

Though sometimes Light may run off to let out some steam and commit a line of gruesome murders, to which L will go and catch him and bring him back home. Every time this happens, they will spend the remaining few days as though they are in post coital bliss.

They adore eachother, having someone they feel seen and comfortable with, no expectations for something "more." But they are eachother's special person, and they love having a partner in their lonely lives.

Oh and they get married for tax purposes.

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ death note reaction - little things they do for you

includes: established relationship, ooc light idc that he isn't romantic i love him :((

a/n: i've been rewatching death note so i'm thinking of taking reqs for l, light, and near. feel free to send any ideas !! (preferably light x male reader)

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ l - sharing his sweets

(word count 224)

you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as you stumble out of your hotel bedroom and into the main room. l sits in his usual position on one of the chairs; absentmindedly pulling his bottom lip between his fingers. he pauses slightly when he hears you approach as he continues looking through the various files sprawled across the desk.

“anything new?” you murmur, setting a small, strawberry pastry down beside him.

“nothing yet.” l replies. 

he reaches over to hold the plate up to his lips. he breaks off a small piece before handing it over to you. “thank you,” you softly smile at him. the treat tastes sweet in your mouth. you pick a piece of fresh strawberry from the top as you watch l continue to work. “it’s getting late.”

“i’ll come to bed soon. you don’t have to wait up for me.”

you shake your head. “i’ll stay.”

l startles slightly when your head falls against his shoulder. he stares at you with wide eyes as your eyes flutter closed; your body relaxed against his side. he stiffens beneath your touch as he contemplates what to do.

finally, he reaches over to gently shake you awake. “y/n,” he whispers. you blink up at him through tired eyes as he softly smiles at you. “we can go to bed now.”

⋆｡°✩ light - confiding in you

(word count 227)

a soft sigh leaves your lips as you let yourself collapse onto light’s perfectly-made bed. he watches you from the corner of his eye with a soft smile as he pulls his chair back to sit down at his desk. “tired?” he asks.

“it was a long day,” you hum. 

light walks over to sit beside you on his bed as a comfortable silence falls over the room as you move to sit beside him before light speaks again. 

“somebody approached me today. he claimed that he was l.” you remain silent as his hands ball into fists; his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “he’s screwed me. if he really is l, i can’t risk writing his name down. but if he isn’t, why would they still be investigating me?”

“light,” you whisper. you reach out to grab his hand, taking it into your own. he remains silent as you intertwine your fingers together in an attempt to soothe him. “think about it. they’re getting more desperate. why would l risk revealing himself to you if they have any reason to suspect you?”

you gently rub your thumb against light’s skin in an attempt to calm him. you watch as his shoulders slowly begin to relax before he nods. “you’re right,” he smiles. he leans in to pull you into a quick peck. “i’m glad i have you.”

⋆｡°✩ near - playing with his hair

(word count 239)

“near?” you whisper as you cautiously approach the boy. he barely reacts as you walk over to sit on the ground beside him; his hand continues absentmindedly stacking and restacking blocks. he twists a stray strand of hair between his fingers. 

“it’s late.” you say. your voice cuts through the previous silence. despite his seeming apathy, you can tell he’s listening by the way his hands momentarily pause their building. “will you come to bed with me?”

near remains silent for a few minutes in response. you carefully reach over to rest a gentle hand against his back before you slowly begin to rub small circles against his skin. 

his deliberation comes to an end when he restacks the blocks. “okay.” you smile softly as he intertwines your fingers together, following after you as you stand up and lead him to a small, designated bedroom. 

near slips underneath the covers first before you join him. he curls his body up beside you, leaning his head against your chest. the soft locks of his hair tickle against your bare skin as he comfortably nuzzles himself into your warmth. 

you bring a hand up to carefully begin to card your fingers through near’s hair; twisting the strands between your fingers much like he does. “i like it when you do that,” he whispers into the darkness. 

you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “get some rest, near.”

[osaemu]

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH: L LAWLIET

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has a high fever, but he won't let you take care of him.

contents: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of mild sickness. first time writing for L (my new hyperfixation!)

“ryu, you can’t seriously work like this,” you insist, tugging at the sleeve of L’s shirt. he doesn’t respond until you snatch the half-eaten pastry out of his hand. “i’m serious!”

L turns and looks at you disbelievingly. “i’m fine,” he responds indifferently, not seeming to notice the red blush spreading throughout his face. “it’s not bad enough to keep me from the investigation,” he adds, making an attempt to retrieve his snack from your outstretched hand.

“you have a fever,” you say pointedly, taking a bite of the sugary sweet. L makes an unimpressed face and sighs, posture worsening even more—is that even possible?—before he turns back to his computer. 

“i can’t even feel it,” L insists, sticking out his bottom lip. you reach out and brush some of his hair out of his eyes, resting the back of your hand on his forehead. either your boyfriend has an otherworldly resistance to sickness or he’s lying, because he’s burning up.

you sigh and let your hand fall from L’s forehead to his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as you watch him scroll through some sort of legal document. obviously, he’s not going to stop working without a reason, so you try a different approach. “L, if you’re sick, does that affect your deductive skills?”

L’s fingers still around the computer mouse, ceasing his scrolling as he looks back up at you. “i guess.”

“so you shouldn’t be working on a really important case while you have a high fever, right? or you could miss something.” 

he scrunches up his nose in response and thinks for a long second. “why are you trying so hard to get me to stop working?” L asks, narrowing his eyes. he tilts his head in genuine curiosity—which is funny, because you think it should be obvious.

you shrug in response, a small smile growing on your lips. “shouldn’t you know already?” you tease, poking his cheek playfully. L looks at you blankly, giving no discernable reaction—like always. “you’re impossible,” you huff, crossing your arms childishly.

“answer the question.”

“because i care about my boyfriend. sue me.”

L blinks, a flicker of surprise shining in his dark eyes. he doesn’t respond, but he does stand up and take your hand, cold fingers tangling with yours as he lets you lead him away. “thank you,” he murmurs, and his voice is almost quiet enough for you to miss his words entirely. you squeeze his hand in response—no need for words.

he rests his head on your shoulder as you exit the dark, shaded investigation room. "can i have the last bite?" he asks tentatively, pointing at the remainder of his pastry that's left in your other hand. you laugh a little and nod, pausing in front of a flight of stairs to feed L the last sugar-filled bite.

L's lips close around the flaky pastry and brush against your fingers, and even with the added blush from his fever, his face noticeably goes a shade pinker.

"you're so cute, ryu," you mumble, brushing away the crumbs that linger around his lips with your thumb. he hums in reply, shadowed eyes closing as he rests his cheek in your palm.

"i'm tired."

"then let me take care of you for a little," you insist, watching as he reopens his eyes and looks back at the ajar door of the investigation room. "please?"

"fine. a couple hours, then i have to get back to the case."

"m'kay, m'kay."

(he ends up falling asleep in your arms and doesn't wake up for seventeen hours straight—but when he does, his fever's gone!)

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.

He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.

Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery of it to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.

It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.

But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.

He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.

He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.

Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.

He just loves you enough to kill you.

♡_________________________________________________________

Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.

Applies to :

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L

Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?

Masterlist

[starminzoo]

🗒 ❛ drabble: light yagami x f!reader ༉‧₊˚✧

꒰ risa's note ꒱ just started death note and damn am I obsessed?? like wow just wow so i wrote smth hope you guys like it, it did proof read it so if there are any mistakes please tell me tyyy 🫶🏻

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, bondage, reader implied as 'stress reliever ', oversensitivity, est relation

you pulled harshly on the restraints keeping your hands tied together, your back arching off the bed and into the air, choked sobs leaving your mouth as light kept ramming himself inside you without any remorse he was mad, as his plan failed so you were his perfect stress reliever. your pussy was crying from oversensitivity as light had already made you cum several times on his fingers and tongue before he started his assault on your pussy with his dick, his nails digging in the plush skin of your thighs leaving crescent marks behind, head thrown back completely lost in the euphoric feeling you always brought him with your moans, your whimpers, your sopping wet pussy, too good for a sinner like him. "keep squeezing me like that i might- fuck fuck fuck 'm cummin'" your head dug deep in your pillow screaming his name into the air boasting his fat ego, he smirked seeing your fucked up face as he creamed your walls, your own release slammed in like a truck leaving you kind of hazy. placing his face in the crook of your neck light began to leave feathering kisses behind as he made his way up your face kissing your tears away, one hand around your waist holding you close to him and the other reaching up to open your restraints, his hand quickly reaching out to hold your wrists in his rubbing them gently, you opened your eyes staring directly in his red one's, both of your lips softly met each others. "thank you baby, always my good girl" he left a soft peck on your forehead and pulled himself off you and went back to his desk to prepare strategies for his next plan and for the new world he wants to rule.

i decided to keep his red eyes cuz hot 🫶🏻 and yeh :)

[dollfiegf]

Light has definitely fucked you in his dads office before.

“You realize where you are, right?” Light smirks, pressing you down against the polished surface of his dad’s desk.”“Right where he reviews crime reports…” “Where murderers beg for mercy. Where your name might end up if we get caught.” You barely get a breath in before he’s pressing closer, lips grazing your ear. “Shh, baby… wouldn’t want the other officers to hear how fucking desperate you sound for me right now.”

His fingers tighten at your waist, slow grind teasing ur desperate cunt more than giving.He leans in, lips at your ear. “Or maybe you like the idea. Like knowing your moans could echo down the hallway.”

The cold wood bites into your skin. The scent of musky cologne and old paper clings to the air wrong, all of it, and that just makes it worse. but you loved it so much, that addictive smell you can’t get enough of.

“If he walked in, what would you say?” he murmurs, dragging it out. “Or would you just let him watch?”

you tried to find the words to respond but you where too fucked out to say anything the only thing that came out was breathy moans “n-gh hah~.. no.” he slams his angry mushroom head into the gummy walls of ur cunt “hm? what’s that ..ngh~ can’t hear you ,you might wanna speak up”

But all that leaves your lips is another broken moan then he stops. Just like that.Still inside you, still holding you—but motionless. Then his hand slides up. Slow. Unhurried. Fingers curl around your throat, firm enough to make you freeze. He forces your head toward him, until your eyes lock.

His voice is low, sharp enough to cut.“Didn’t you hear me?” A beat of silence. His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.” “please light..i need you so bad..” You hear your own voice and barely recognize it—shaky, raw, soaked in need. You’re trembling under him, breathless, wrecked.

But he doesn’t move.

Instead, he just stares down at you. Smirking.

Cruel.

“I didn’t ask you to beg.”The words hit harder than a slap. You freeze. His hand tightens on your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who’s in control. “You think whining like that gets you what you want?”

He leans in, lips ghosting yours.

“Cute.”

Then he pulls back again. Stops moving entirely. You squirm beneath him, desperate for friction, but his grip pins you down—body locked, voice gone, nothing but the burn of denial.

“You’ll speak when I tell you to.” A pause. His eyes on yours, unblinking. “And you’ll cum when I say you can.”

(this is sooo short because i kinda ran out of ideas but i hope you all like it!! sorry it took to long i get bad writing block-dolly)

[sanb3rry]

hi sann ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა! feeling diabolical, was wondering if you'd be willing to write a ryuk x reader fic where the reader is also obsessed with apples ᡣ𐭩

halloo !!! first ryuk ask ever so i hope i did him justice,,, feel as diabolical as you want as you will be fed !!!!!

you were on the way to the kitchen, excited to get a little snack for the afternoon. a little skip in your steps here and there, it was clear you were cheery as ever.

as you entered, you noticed the shinigami that was living in your house, rent-free (you weren't complaining tho, he was fun to have around), munching on something. a closer inspection will make your very short-lived investigation reach to an end, like anyone with basic knowledge of a shinigami or living with one in your case would know ryuk was one hundred percent eating your apples.

....he was eating your apples? without leaving you any? you will send him back to purgatory and make him regret stepping foot on earth.

"ryuk...have you eaten all of my apples...?" you asked, maintaining your patience. you are a nice person, yes, you are helping light with his plan to make a new world, but you're a nice person.

the shinigami turns around, slowly. "i saved you 5 and a half." he said, you were surprised he even bothered but more than grateful.

you grinned at him, and took an apple. "i'm about to blow your mind." you said, ominously. you took a knife and began cutting the apple slices into apple bunnies.

"tada!" you said as you held one infront of his face.

"a bunny? you humans really are interesting creatures." he observed, you hummed as you fed him a slice before eating one yourself.

"makes them taste better." you smiled, ryuk had decided that he would make you cut most of apples from now on.

© sanb3rry2024

[kym-m]

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO TREAT YOU? An L drabble

AN: Admittedly, I think I was just trying to write L. This ha no relevant substance whatsoever!! It's awfully dry, and immature--- so please take it with a grain of salt. I just wanna try writing L as a character and how I think his quirks would take action in a relationship, which I'd say I didn't execute properly here, i'm sorry.:( if you want, please grant me suggestions/requests! I wanna see if I can explore the complexities of his character more. (P.S ignore the yap if you want. there might be grammatical errors! Possibly OOC L.)

It’s easily unsettling how someone like L could exist. He sits across you, you hold back the urge to mutter an obscenity towards the older man driving, Watari, for your calamity. L caused you distress, in ways you never thought would irk you—whether it came to him spoiling a novel you were invested in to the tee, or him eating so much sweets and food in one sitting it makes you gag. You hold your hands, sweat builds up, causing moisture to seep through your palms, your eyes try to maintain focus on the scenery you pass by, fleeting, a distraction.

You see a slight reflection of L in the window, it was eerie, straight from a horror movie, you’d argue. He parts his lips, smiling erratically, it was unnerving. His thumb rests at his lips.

“You’re purposely ignoring me,”

You take a shallow breath, finally meeting those empty pits he calls his eyes. 

“I was.”

“Why?”

You shrug, before looking away. You feel the cushion beside you dip, you pray you would hit a road bump and L would tumble over. To your tragedy, Watari was a meticulous driver. He assured no bumps or shifts would be driven over, at least if possible. He was careful, smooth, another factor to your sorrow.

L’s hair tickles your shoulder, you see his reflection once more. He looked even more uncanny, how are you here?

“Eerie.” You mutter.

“Me?” He retorts, his tone was blank.

“Yes.” You breathe out, your fingers twitch.

“What do you want, L?” You shakily mumble, your chance to portray confidence was a futile and sorry attempt. Against L, no amount of confidence can save you from that stare. It could shatter even the biggest ego’s of man, you’ve seen it yourself.

“Your company, you are a very poor guest.”

“We’re dating..” 

“We are.”

Then silence echoed throughout the car. You finally turn your head and meet his gaze. 

“You treat me like a specimen, it’s.. Scary.”

“Is it? Elaborate.”

You sigh, trying to look for the right words.

“Traditionally, partners are softer with one another, fonder—if you will.”

“Am I not fond?”

“Ah—...are you?”

“I am.”

“...I'll pay more attention, then.” You retort.

“That’s not necessary.” He hums. 

“It’s clear you are unable to identify when I am being softer with you compared to others,”

“Would you prefer if we did traditionally romantic exercises?”

Once again, you prove to be indecisive, you shrug. 

“I guess,”

He nods, putting his hands on top of his knees as he somehow manages to slouch forward even more. 

“Let’s go on a date,” he suggests.

“Outside?” You ask.

“No, don’t be foolish.” He mutters instantly, tone reserved, somehow it sounds harsher when his disappointment is directed towards you.

“Sorry.” You grumble.

“Let us arrange it later,”

“We’re here.”

Somehow, L trying to court you in a traditional manner, was even scarier than L courting you now.

Maybe you didn’t mind his.. Catatonic way of expressing his vulnerability with you. Does that make sense? Suppose not.

[caramelarchive2]

holding L's cheeks in your hands and oh fuck are they cold, just like stone but far more soft. He doesn't seem bothered, accepts the warmth of your hands, but surely, surely they aren't so cold all the time? Perhaps. Perhaps they are. They're tinged pink now, though, and L tends to show embarrassment through other ways than blush, so perhaps not. It's winter, not by the calendar but by the weather, and bundled up as he is you can tell it wasn't enough to keep him warm outside – bad circulation, maybe. The bottom of your hands brush against the cream scarf around his shoulders as you readjust, his head bent and eyes wide to observe all he can, and you pinch his cold pink cheeks and he falls in love, again.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

©lawlietscaramels. Do not repost on other sites, claim as your own work, edit, rewrite or “fix,” feed to AI or otherwise use unethically.

[ellagasm]

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[queenendless]

🔞❤️‍🔥 — MINE AND MINE ALONE — ❤️‍🔥🔞

A/n: Short smut commission for @bellarosethefangirl

Dom!Mello x Fem!Reader. Death Note AU. Short smut time!

SUMMARY: Collaborating with the mafia made Mello so preoccupied. So rendezvousing at the hotel room was his chance to be himself. Plus he missed his darling. Very, very much.

Mello yearned for your addicting warmth. Pinning both your hands behind your back, your nude fanny protruded out in the air as his sturdy stock was immersively devoured by your creamy cunt, greedily sucking him in immediately. His head craned back to let out that pent up frustration in various swear filled groans. Nearly dying from explosions and being just a pawn in his rival's own plot to thwart the nefarious Kira can really rile him up.

“Fuck babe~ I've missed you~ And your scorching tightness~ So damn much~!” Spanking your blushing cheeks to hear your yelps and watch them cheeks resplendently ripple got him squirting thickly. “Mmh~!” You mewled in the sheets as you looked back, drooling with your tongue out, eyes crossed, high on arousal. “More, Mello, more~! Make me cum all night~!”

“Desperate little cunt, aren’t ya? But alright.” Grabbing a fistful of your hair, his rough tugs back made you shout loud and hard as his tempestuous self pounded you ferociously into the mattress. “You won't walk for weeks after this … fine by me~" Knotting himself in your womb, he nutted hard, springing your climax out as well. “Don't you worry. We're just getting started.”

[gh0stbeeee]

Thinking about ballet dancer Light.

Preteen Light choosing a sport and taking up ballet because he's always loved the grace, the power, and the emotion in the way the dancers move, because maybe this could be a momentary freedom for him, from the pointless competition that is his life.

Light being asked hundreds of times if he's sure, if he wants this, if this will distract him, if he can work hard enough to catch up to the other kids that have been doing this for years.

Light walking into a ballet class for the first time, one of the few boys, and leaving at the end ashamed at how clumsy he was in comparison.

Light working himself to the bone to catch up, for the first time determined to finish his homework as fast as he could because he found something he wants to really do, staying for hours at the little studio every day and leaving with screaming muscles and blisters on his feet.

Barely able to feel the pain in comparison to this burning passion he felt for the first time.

Quickly catching the attention of the teachers, they tell him if he keeps at it he will have a very promising future ahead of him.

He never tells Soichiro this might be more than just an extracurricular for university.

His first recital goes spectacularly, even though he was only a supporting role, he caught the eye of a recruiter from a prestigious ballet company who told his mother they would keep an eye on him, as his future was bound to be successful (his father was too busy to come.)

The drive home his silent, his face rubbed raw from removing the stage makeup in the bathroom before leaving, when Sachiko says she can talk with his father, if this is what he really wants to do.

Light smiles, saying he'll think about it more before they commit in the future.

The girls start learning on pointe, and Light is intrigued. His instructor says the boys can learn as well, and it would make them better dancers for it.

Light and one other boy agree.

It's an extra layer of work, the stiff shoes feel somehow too much and too little as he stands in a pair for his first fitting, alone as he hadn't told his parents.

But he feels a warm flutter in his chest when he sees himself in the mirror, on his toes like Odette in Swan Lake, his first ballet.

He takes to it even faster than when he'd started. Even when the basic lessons ended, he continued to dance on pointe in his own time. He learns the girls' lead choreography alongside the boys, who were mostly supports for the lead ballerina.

He adds his own twists on it, every movement he makes sharp yet graceful, makes it look effortless yet full of power.

His instructor is amazed, watches as he dances better than the girl who got the lead.

"It's such a shame," she says slightly regretfully, "if you were a girl, I think you would've had a real chance at being made a prima ballerina. That being said, at this rate, if you get picked up by a professional company, I'm sure you'd make premier danseur in no time." She laughs as she says it, a kind joke to highlight his incredible skills and potential, and Light laughs too.

When Light is fifteen, his school is putting on a production of Swan Lake.

And for a brief moment, his heart is over the moon, it has always been a dream of his to dance the ballet. It sinks immediately the next moment, when they call only for girls to audition for Odette and Odile.

He still puts his name in to audition for Prince Siegfried, he learns the choreography, but he can't stop himself from putting his pointe shoes back on and dancing Odettes parts when he is alone. Male point dancers were only used as a joke in classical ballet, he had no hope for the part, but for a while, he dreamed.

He danced Odette, and he danced Odile's Variation, twirled with more grace than a human should have, and he felt like he was flying.

It was after he'd perfected Prince Siegfried's parts to know, and danced Odette's death as his last run for the night, that as his fluttering wings stilled for the last time, he felt trapped again.

The audition was in a day. If he got the part, he was nearly guaranteed a spot in the nationally top company. And he would dance as a man was expected, and he would never dance on pointe on a stage.

He packed away his pointe shoes for the last time.

The next morning, the day before the auditions, he handed them his resignation from the school. He would never forget the despair on their faces when they looked into his eyes and saw that his passion had died. (He'd murdered it in cold blood.)

"Good." His father had said. "A healthy phase, but it was time to get serious about school. You made the right choice."

Light just smiled blankly. His mother pretended not to notice the tear stains on his face when she brought him some apples that night.

(It wasn't until midnight eyes, raven hair, and a chain that he danced again, twirling gleefully to hide the blood stains on his feathers as he showed the detective his old passion.)

[niki-phoria]

light yagami reaction - love languages

includes: reader is in college and drinks coffee, reader cries about being burnt out lol, maybe ooc l?? set during the few months when light gives up the death note NOT KIRA LIGHT

a/n: i'm in love with pre kira light

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ physical touch

(word count 183)

“hey,” you say, setting your backpack down on the ground as you pull out the chair beside light. “mind if i sit here?”

“of course not,” he smiles, subtly pushing his notes to the side to make room for your own. you ignore l’s glance as you pull out one of your textbooks and its corresponding notebook.

silence falls over the task force headquarters once again aside from the occasional noise of a mouse clicking or your pencil scraping against the page.

light occasionally glances down at your work, silently double checking your answers. he waits for you to finish answering the hardest questions before he shifts slightly closer to you. he moves now using his left hand to continue researching the yotsuba group. you smile softly when he reaches over, subtly resting his hand beside yours. you silently reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together before you turn your attention back to your notes.

you pretend not to hear matsuda’s cheering or light’s father scolding him in favour of absentmindedly rubbing small shapes against light’s skin.

⋆｡°✩ quality time

(word count 195)

light softly smiles to himself as he quietly enters your shared bedroom before closing the door behind himself. your body lays sprawled out on the bed - one of your arms haphazardly thrown across one of his pillows, keeping it closely pressed against your bare chest. 

a small sliver of moonlight just barely illuminates the room as light tugs his own shirt off. he tosses his clothes into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet. he slips into an old pair of your sweatpants before carefully slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you. 

you stir awake at the feeling, lifting your head up just enough to squint at him in the darkness. “light?” you whisper. 

“go back to sleep, y/n,” he murmurs. you shuffle even closer to him, tangling your legs together underneath the blankets. your arm lays draped over his side as you lean in to nuzzle yourself against his body. he stifles a chuckle, pulling you even closer. goosebumps raise along your waist when his hand ghosts against your skin. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you,” you whisper. 

“i love you too,” light murmurs.

⋆｡°✩ gift giving

(word count 184)

you stifle a small yawn as you tiredly walk back to the makeshift workstation you had set up at one of the free tables in the middle of the task force headquarters. the fluorescent lights beam down on you from above as you walk through the sea of empty desks until you find your computer. 

set delicately in the corner away from your computer is a small bouquet of flowers and a fresh cup of coffee with a small note taped to the mug. you smile softly at the sight as you approach, setting your bag down on the ground before you sit down in the chair. you push your computer aside, reaching over to grab the still-warm cup and opening the note. 

my y/n,

l asked me and the other task force members to assist him on a mission. we’ll be back soon. 

i love you, 

light

you smile as you pocket the note before you pull your phone out of your pocket to quickly send him a text before finally sitting down to start doing your work. 

i love you too

⋆｡°✩ acts of service

(word count 188)

“i don’t understand why this is necessary,” l says, reaching out to eat another chocolate-covered strawberry. the chain of their handcuffs clink as light reaches over to grab a frying pan to continue making breakfast. “you’re not even going to eat the food.”

“it’s for y/n,” light says. his attention remains focused on the stove despite the complaints of the man chained to him. “he has a few classes this morning so i’m making his lunch.”

l remains silent, instead choosing to observe light. he occasionally tugs them around the grand kitchen as he expertly moves to cook your favourite meal. the chain drags against the marble countertops with each movement, though their complaints are left unsaid.

the handcuffs clink once again as light leans over the counter, quickly writing a love note on a piece of scrap paper. “i still don’t understand,” l comments.

light simply shrugs as he slips the note and container of food into your lunchbox before returning it to your backpack. l watches over his shoulder as he sets the bag down beside the couch. “i do it because i love him.”

⋆｡°✩ words of affirmation

(word count 197)

“y/n?” light calls as he enters your shared bedroom. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, finally pulling your attention away from your unfinished notes to look back at him. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he steps closer, noticing your puffy eyes as he walks over to sit beside you. “is everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble, turning to look back down at your notes. “just… a little stressed.”

“you know you can tell me anything,” light frowns slightly as he reaches over to carefully grab your hand. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a small sigh as he begins to rub miscellaneous shapes against your hand. “i’m exhausted.” your voice shakes as each word leaves your mouth. “i have so much work - it all feels neverending. i don’t know what to do.”

“y/n,” light whispers. he reaches over to cup your face in his hands. “you’re incredibly smart, and handsome, and kind,” he brushes away a stray tear as it rolls down your cheek. “you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here for you. i love you. let me take care of you.”

you nod, leaning further into light’s touch. “thank you.”

[imarson404]

you know what no I’m not gonna ignore the scene in the death note jdrama episode 10 where just before he kills himself Soichiro tells light that the pain hes feeling now is the weight of a human life and Light says

‘If this pain is real… then I can’t forgive criminals.’

LIGHT. You have felt that pain since episode 1. You couldnt forgive yourself and tried to end it all after only 2 deaths. Maybe you got used to the feeling of carrying hundreds of corpses on your shoulders but your heart didn’t forget. Was there a part of you that could never forgive yourself? is there still a part of him that wants to die?

that thinks he deserves it?

if there wasn’t then, one cements itself now and can’t ever let go, even as he tells himself that sacrifices are necessary to save the world. I wonder, if he had achieved his unreachable goal, would it be inconceivable to think that he would turn it on himself?

as Ryuk said in episode one of the anime ‘then he’d be the only bad person left’

I don’t think jdrama light would have left himself. I don’t think he could forgive himself. I mean, he said it himself. That pain is real, and he can’t forgive criminals.

[doodlenoodleboi]

Characters that can’t find fanfiction of or very little of part I don’t know. AN: if I put as much energy into my tumblr as I did my YouTube I’d probably have at least 10k by now.

YALL NEED TO WATCH Yowamushi Pedal DAMN I NEED TO PUT MY EX ON THIS BUT ANYWAYS… For all yall blue lock and Haikuu!! hoes watch this ngl this is just Ego and tendou if he was normal lol and liked biking instead of volleyball. But yeah smash both…

Why I pic a picture of L right before he dies… but mash tho he does look like a wet cat here ^ . Also yall Blue Lock goes been sleeping hard cuz why is the fandom dead already wtf? The anime barely been out for a year. 

Jack gotta be my hardest “hear me out” besides the Red Bull voice lol. But that tongue tho? Also yall Moutwashing hoes are also dying where my fanfiction go!?

[divine-valley]

Safe at Last

The person whose name is written in this note shall die.

Fox reads the sentence a few times over. When he encountered the note it had landed on his head while on patrol. Someone must have thrown it out a window instead of disposing it properly. He had intended on dumping it in the closet garbage bin when the cover had caught his attention.

Death Note.

Written in a strange script, it wasn’t a novel just a simple blank notebook. It’d be a waste to dispose of something he could use so he retuned to base where he could inspect it further. That was when he found the rules written on the front page.

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

Oh how thoughtful to think of those who share a name. He can’t help but roll his eyes and continue to read.

If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

That fast huh? Quick and efficient.

Was this a joke of some kind? A prank some kids made and were caught with?

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

Fox shook his head and reached for a pen and closed his eyes.

The Chancellor’s warm smiling face fills his head. His voice calling out to him. It makes him sick.

Sheev Palpatine

If anyone’s name belonged in a book of death it would be his. Leaning back he watched the digital clock in the far corner of his office. The second go by and then a minute.

Nothing.

Well, he wasn’t sure what he expected. Tossing the pen aside he grabbed the book to put it away when his comm started to go off. He isn’t able to get a word in when Thire’s voice breaks the silence.

“Fox, the chancellor’s just collapsed in his office.“

___

The Chancellor is dead.

Heart attack. Thats the report that comes back. No foul play is suspected. He was an older man after all, he worked so very hard. Never a moment’s rest, those are the words whispered.

No poison nor drug is found in his system. Just an elderly man who passed from a heart attack.

The people weep, Coruscant enters a period of mourning and the guard is now busy preparing security for the funeral.

Fox is unable to focus on anything. He is locked in his office with the note in his hands simply staring down at it.

He killed him.

He killed the chancellor.

Him with just the stroke of his pen he ended that monster’s miserable life.

Or was it coincidence?

Could it be the old bastard’s heart had actually given out? But the timing it was too perfect.

Should…should he try again? Another name?

___

“Did you hear?”

“Yes, how awful…”

“Apparently he just slipped and fell…”

“In his shower of all places!”

Senator Gorling’s tragic and accidental death. A simple slip in the shower, life is so fragile and delicate.

What a shame.

Senator Halor Gorling dies getting out of the shower. He slips on the wet floor and snaps his neck in the process.

Exactly as written.

Fox is thankful for his helmet to hide the grin on his face a sick kind of smile that would have anyone question his sanity.

Senator Gorling have sent good honest men to their deaths for nothing. For a vendetta against clones. For a clone daring to fall in love with his precious natborn daughter.

An eye for an eye as they say.

He doesn’t say much. Doesn’t contribute to the gossip among his own ranks. It’s such a small death as compared to the chancellor’s.

It was all he needed to truly confirm that the Death Note worked. That in his hands is an untraceable weapon of Mass Destruction. Something no man should possess yet here it was in his hands.

His capable hands…

With this…he could protect the Guard and not just them but all clones.

He can keep them all safe at last.

___

Been watching a lot of Death Note again so of course I wondered...what would happen if Fox had stumbled across it himself?