#Kira Investigation Task Force

[lightyakami]

Is there any "Good Boys Deserve Fun" secret lore?

thank you for asking!! there’s a lot of secret lore, actually. i took this out of the final draft but light’s spreadsheets initially had actual content & i yanked that from two different drafts i’m working on. (in which said content is actually relevant.) SO here are some facts about what our boy was doing: light is trying to amalgamate time-of-death information from across multiple countries/districts. this is an extremely difficult and time-consuming process for a number of reasons:

there isn’t an international forensics database — there isn’t even a national one, in a lot of cases — and not all countries are collaborating with the kira investigation. because of this, they’re pulling data from a whole bunch of different sources

death note takes place in 2003, so not all of the data they’re using is digitized. digitization technology still requires a lot of manual labour, but it was even worse back in 2003. they also have to deal with different alphabets, some of which 0% of people on the task force have familiarity with (and several of which only L understands.) they can’t just ignore literally every single country which doesn’t use a familiar character set, but i imagine they’re being quite selective for practical reasons (ex. maybe they’re ignoring all non-digitized data from specific countries)

related: light complains that he’s doing L’s work, but you can’t have multiple people working on the same spreadsheet so this isn’t actually true. L is probably supposed to be translating cyrillic documents or something like that. light’s wider point still stands, though

different countries/districts use different language to name causes of death, so even if you have the data you can’t just plug it into a database. it needs to be cleaned up and standardized

many countries aren’t actually differentiating ordinary cardiac arrests/heart attacks from kira’s killings. i’ve decided japan doesn’t differentiate them. this means someone ALSO has to go through the data and verify whether they’re picking up actual killings or just random noise

anyway, this is just to say that a) light is basically doing glorified data entry, which is one of the reasons he and L are both mind-numbingly bored, and b) they’re alone because the rest of the task force is off digitizing, cleaning and analyzing data. they have to be in a different room bc light and L were both losing their minds at having to hear the scanner going off one billion times an hour also, as a bonus: light is modifying these spreadsheets, but matsuda is the one who actually created them

[roturo]

SUCCESSOR -`♡´-

summary: He believes he’s going to die soon, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable. He needs a successor. And soon.

warnings: A LOT of breeding, smut, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds, pwp, tummy buldge, mentions of cum, mating press, virgin!L, obssesed!L, mentions of forming a family, not proof read and sleepy while writing this. and more.

a/n: ik this is going to have as much support as my other works, but it's def one of my best and favs writings, so please show me your support with a comment and reblog! it means a lot for me!

You've been part of the task force for a while now, ever since L handpicked you for his elite team. As a regular member, you've earned your place and trust within the group. The necessity of keeping your identity hidden has diminished, thanks to the expanding team, but you still opt for an alias during meetings, maintaining a veil of secrecy around your true connection to L.

L’s mind is a labyrinth, each thought of a winding path leading to an unknown destination. His strategies are always a step ahead, his deductions razor-sharp. Yet, despite his brilliance, one specific thought has been haunting him lately:

He believes he’s going to die soon.

This isn't a paranoid delusion but a calculated assessment. L understands the immense dangers tied to the Kira case. The complexity of the situation has grown, and he suspects an external force at play, one that eludes even his grasp. This unknown entity has shifted the balance, making the case more perilous than ever.

L is determined not to let his legacy end prematurely. He has dedicated his life to solving the world’s most challenging mysteries, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable.

He needs a successor.

And soon.

Finding someone who can match his intellect and tenacity is no simple task. The successor must be able to understand his intricate methods, to carry on his relentless pursuit of justice. The urgency of this mission weighs heavily on him, as he prepares to identify and groom the next guardian of his legacy.

You were the perfect match for him, and his calculations confirmed it. There was an 86% probability that having a child with you would result in someone with a higher IQ than his own, combined with the social skills he lacked. In the realm of interpersonal relationships, L was inexperienced, never having had a relationship or intimacy before. Recently, he had been contemplating how to propose this idea to you.

Should he ask you outright? Should he try to make you fall in love with him first? No, this wasn't about love. It was a precaution, a step in his investigation, a way to ensure his legacy continued if the worst were to happen.

The atmosphere in the headquarters was tense as always, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. You sat at your desk, engrossed in your work, when L’s quiet footsteps approached. His presence was magnetic, his aura of mystery and intellect always palpable. He paused beside you, his gaze fixed on the monitors displaying the latest updates on the Kira case.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, a rare departure from his usual confident demeanor.

You looked up, surprised by the uncharacteristic uncertainty in his tone. “Of course, L. What’s on your mind?”

He shifted, glancing around the room as if searching for the right words. “There’s something I need to discuss with you. It’s… personal.”

Your curiosity piqued, you nodded, giving him your full attention. “I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re aware of the importance of my work, of the dangers we face daily. The Kira case has made me realize that I must consider contingencies I hadn’t thought of before.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“There’s a… statistical analysis I’ve conducted,” he said, his voice becoming more clinical as he explained. “It suggests that if I were to have a child with someone of your intelligence and social capabilities, the child would have a higher IQ than mine and possess the social skills I lack. This could be crucial in continuing my work if anything were to happen to me.”

The gravity of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. L, always methodical and rational, had approached this highly personal matter with the same analytical mindset he used to solve cases. You could see the logic in his plan, yet the implications were overwhelming.

“So, you want me to… have a child with you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes unwavering. “But understand, this is not about emotions or personal desire...I think” He whispers to himself before he continues– “It’s a precaution, a part of my contingency planning. I’ve never experienced a relationship or intimacy, so I’m uncertain how to approach this.”

The room seemed to close in around you as you processed his request. It was a cold, calculated proposition, yet it carried a weight of vulnerability and trust. L was placing his future, his legacy, in your hands.

“How do you expect this to work, L?” you asked, your voice tinged with both curiosity and trepidation.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, his facade of invincibility cracking slightly. “I’ve considered different approaches. Should I simply ask you directly? Should I try to make you fall in love with me first? But this isn’t about love. It’s about ensuring that if I am no longer here, someone capable can continue my work.”

A silence fell between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. L’s eyes searched yours, looking for understanding, perhaps even acceptance. You could see the conflict within him, the struggle between his logical mind and the unfamiliar territory of human connection.

“I need time to think about this,” you finally said, your voice gentle but firm.

L nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features. “Of course. Take all the time you need. This is not a decision to be made lightly.”

Finally, you made your decision.

One evening, you found L in his usual spot, hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen. The dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his focus. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“L,” you said softly, breaking the silence. He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting yours.

“I’ve thought about what you asked,” you continued, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And I agree.”

For a moment, L simply stared at you, processing your words. Then, slowly, he nodded, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his desk. “Understood. Thank you for your cooperation.”

You took a seat across from him, the air between you charged with a new sense of purpose. “How do we proceed?”

L leaned back, his thumb brushing his bottom lip in thought. “We need to ensure this doesn’t disrupt our work or compromise the investigation. The task force must not be aware of our personal connection, as it could create complications.”

You nodded, understanding the delicate balance that needed to be maintained. L’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “I must admit that emotional connections are not my area of expertise. This will be… a learning experience.  Should… we do it tonight?”

“Ah- Ah- Slow down, L-Lawliet!” you gasped, your voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and urgency.

L’s thrusts were sloppy but fast, driven more by instinct than experience. His movements lacked rhythm, a clear sign of his inexperience. He had come twice already without withdrawing from you, his body responding purely on primal urges.

He had done his research, concluding that a mating press might be the most effective position for this purpose. But he never anticipated how overwhelmingly good it would feel. Was it like this with everyone? Or was it something unique because it was you?

His thrusts grew more erratic, almost desperate. Small whines escaped his mouth, each one tinged with your name like a prayer. You could feel every twitch, every movement inside you, the raw intensity of his desire almost too much to bear.

“L,” you whispered, trying to regain some control. “You need to… slow down.”

He nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I’m trying,” he panted, his voice unsteady. “It’s just… so overwhelming.”

His usually sharp, calculating mind seemed lost in the haze of sensation. Every thrust, every brush of skin against skin, was a new experience for him. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between maintaining control and giving in to the raw pleasure.

He moaned at the familiar, overwhelming sensation of climaxing again, and you could feel your own release approaching. The intensity was almost unbearable when he grabbed a pillow and slipped it under your back, angling you into an even deeper mating press. His thrusts became more deliberate, his cock somehow reaching deeper, hitting your g-spot with precision over and over again.

The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that all you could do was chant his name like a mantra, each syllable a prayer of ecstasy. “L-Lawliet,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the force of your impending climax.

He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, his own pleasure driving him to thrust harder, faster. “S-shit,” he gasped, his breath hitching, “I think—” His words dissolved into a whine as he came again inside you, his release flooding your womb with a desperate, addictive need.

This wasn’t just about producing a successor anymore. It was about the raw, primal satisfaction of filling you over and over again. He was captivated by the sight of your bodies joined, the way your mixed arousal leaked from where you were connected, glistening in the dim light.

“Lawliet,” you cried out, your own climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, milking every last drop of his release as he continued to thrust, his movements erratic and needy.

He whimpered, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed his forehead against yours, his dark hair falling in a messy curtain around your face. “You feel… incredible,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion and exertion.

He groaned before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss deep and fervent. His cock remained erect inside you, pulsing with an insatiable desire. The feeling of having you this close, of being connected so intimately, was overwhelming. In that moment, he lost all sense of reason and the initial purpose behind his actions.

His mind, usually so sharp and focused on the Kira case, was now clouded with visions of a future he never thought he'd consider. He imagined how adorable you would look, carrying his child, a baby with his eyes and your smile. The idea of having a family with you consumed him, pushing all thoughts of logic and strategy aside.

Without realizing it, he began thrusting again, the movement instinctual and desperate. Each thrust was deliberate, fulfilling the small bump of cum inside you that was already visible through your tummy. He watched in awe, fascinated by the sight of your bodies joined so intimately, the tangible evidence of his desire and your shared pleasure.

“L-Lawliet,” you gasped against his lips, your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved within you. “What... what are you thinking?”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking about us. About a future I never allowed myself to dream of.” His voice was rough with emotion, a raw edge that you rarely heard.

Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor striking a chord deep within you. “Lawliet,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I never imagined… I never thought you’d want this.Want me”

“I didn’t either,” he admitted, his thrusts growing more purposeful. “But now, with you, that's all I can think about. The idea of you carrying my child, of us having a family…you in general… it’s overwhelming.”

He kissed you again, more gently this time, savoring the softness of your lips against his. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sensation heightened by the emotional intensity of the moment. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every detail.

“Do you… do you want this too?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

“Yes,” you breathed, the admission freeing a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying. “I want this. I want us.”

His eyes darkened with a mix of relief and desire, and he kissed you harder, his movements inside you becoming more urgent. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, each moan and gasp a testament to the bond growing between you.

As he continued to thrust, you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. He seemed to sense it too, his rhythm intensifying as he chased his own release.

“Lawliet,” you cried out, your climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

He groaned, his own release following closely behind, filling you once more. The feeling was addictive, the raw intimacy of it all-consuming. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered mostly to himself, his voice filled with wonder.

“Neither can I,” you replied, your heart pounding in sync with his. “But it feels right. It feels perfect.”

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “It does.”

You stayed entwined like that, savoring the afterglow and the newfound depth of your connection. The Kira case and the outside world faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of each other’s presence and the promise of a future together.

Eventually, as the reality of your situation began to seep back in, you knew you had to return to your duties. But the bond you had forged would remain, a source of strength and comfort in the days to come.

As L gently pulled out and helped you adjust, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “We’ll figure this out,” he said softly in a small whisper. “Together.”

“Together,” you echoed, your heart filled with a certainty that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.

[kodamaghost00]

30 L lawliet Headcanons

———————————————————

[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!

You’re a task force member in this scenario.

———————————————————

He wouldn’t call you any nicknames, so that the other task force members won’t notices you two liking each other.

But the few times you two are alone together he calls you “Dear” or “Love”. He sticks with the romantic names.

He shares all his sweets with you, but you have to ask him nicely.

He enjoys gentle affection way more than rough love. Gentle hugs or forehead kisses are always welcome.

He doesn’t fall in love easily. In fact I would put him into the Aromatic spectrum. Only for the fact that he’s too focused on being the greatest detective of all time.

It took him some time as well to notice he loves you. Around 2-3 years to be exact.

He had some people seeking his love, but he never responded to any of them.

He’s probably the smartest man alive so sometimes you feel dumb next to him. (Sometimes he reassures you that you’re doing great)

His love language is Acts Of Service. He appreciates it the most when you buy him cake. He loves it even more when you backe one yourself!

He rarely cries. Like at all. You saw him cry like 1-2 times since you got to know him years ago.

He’s very paranoid of Kira killing you. Most of the time he tries to exclude you from the investigation.

Once you made him strawberry shortcake and he loved it! Loved it so much he wanted to show you how grateful he was…

He loves to give and receive neck kisses. He’d leave hickeys on you too but only where people can’t see them.

After all he wants to enjoy you alone. He’s very gentle so he rarely bites you. Not even when you ask him.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all. You’re so stubborn…”

He has great reflexes and is super flexible as well. He’s willing to try everything for your sake.

He also has a lot stamina. So you have to be prepared for nights that will last long. He cums throughout a lot.

He canonically can tie a cherry stem with his tongue only. Do whatever you want with this information.

He whimpers. But groans when he’s close.

He’s always awkward when it comes to aftercare. He doesn’t know what you want/need so he just decides to ask “What do you want to do now…?”

His cluelessness makes you chuckle most times but he does whatever you ask from him.

He’s not a fan of “sour” fruits like kiwi,pineapple or cranberry. He enjoys the sweeter stuff like banana,strawberry and cherry!

He’s the type of person that’s go non-verbal and let you ramble about your special interests. Not interfering once. Just absorbing all the information you provide.

If you guys fight he will apologize. Even if he knows he is right. He doesn’t like fighting with his loved ones.

He likes to buy you gifts at many times… he likes seeing your surprised smile!

He likes to hear your breathing while you sleep in one bed. It’s a nice ambiance.

He hates nuts. Walnuts, peanuts or even almonds. Everything nut related is a no go.

Every time you do something to make him laugh like embarrassing yourself for his sake, he laughs out of pity for you…

His full genuine laugh is so contagious… it’s really rare, so rare that no one besides you and Watari heard it before.

He takes his time with marriage or any commitment. He wants to make sure that you’re REALLY ready to marry a man like him.

———————————————————

MASTERLIST

Hey guys! I’m really sorry that these took so long… and I’m also sorry if some Headcanons should come up twice, I’ve written this over a month now and just now finished it… don’t be too harsh on me!!!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[rinneroraito]

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

~~~°~~~

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

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

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

"Have you ever been hugged, Detective?"

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

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

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

"Would you like to experience it?"

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

"I would, actually."

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

He's cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does this feel, Detective?"

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

"Comfortable. Thank you."

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.

[oatmealwrites]

Catch Kira, NOT Feelings! Ch. 3

L x Fem!Reader

Previous Part | Ch. 4

Word Count: 7k (hehe)

Tags: slow burn, oblivious, colleagues to lovers?, jealous! L, mentions of arousal, Lawliet POV at end, phone sex?, male erection, masturbation [male receiving], mentioning of female anatomy, MDNI, 18+

Synopsis: You continue the meeting as planed and can't help but wonder how you feel about Ryuzaki. With a brief time skip and another meeting ending in an argument, L can't help the strange feeling that's growing in his chest... and in his pants ;)

Masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The meeting continues as planned, this time with Light in attendance, and the group discusses the remaining entries in the ‘Second Kira’s Notebook’. Avoiding Aoyama for the time being, Ryuzaki shifts the attention to the Tokyo Dome game mentioned within the page and proposes for Watari to cancel the event and let the police investigate. 

  You sit on the couch uncomfortably, unsure if it’s the strange feeling brewing in your chest from your encounter with Ryuzaki or simply a side effect of chasing down a mass murderer who might just be your friend. Light at your side, you keep your attention on the TV as best as you can given the circumstances.

  “In this note we can see the Second Kira mentioning Shinigami at the Tokyo Dome…”

  Mogi points to the note on the screen and the group nods in agreement, reviewing their own papers and documents for the upcoming events at the arena. Shifting slightly, you resolve to reach forward and grab one of the to-go coffee cups, deciding caffeine might be what you need at this moment. 

  “Here, let me–” Light leans forward before you can reach the table and picks up two sugar packets as well, “��you’ve had a long day of classes.”

  You watch him for a moment before sighing, “So have you though..”

“I guess that’s true… Just let me do this, okay?”

  Light laughs gently at how quickly you sit back and let him make your coffee; remembering the way you always drink it with two sugars. Deftly popping off the lid and pouring in the contents of the packets, Light lets steam emit from the cup before gently passing it to you. 

  “Careful, ok? Wouldn’t want our newest recruit getting out of the task force from some coffee burns.”

“Shut up..” you nudge Light gently enough to not spill the contents and lean down to whisper, “asshole” just out of earshot of his father. 

  Taking the cup and hovering your lips just above the paper rim, you blow the steam back a few times before taking a sip. Throughout the whole exchange Mogi and Matsuda have been conversing about the Tokyo Dome events schedule while Mr. Yagami and Aizawa discuss alerting the arena security and increasing the police presence in the area. Ryuzaki sits watching all three interactions taking place but his eyes linger on the way Light holds himself around you. 

  It makes rational sense, the both of you being well acquainted through years of working for his father, though the interaction leaves L shifting in his seat. The smile on Light’s face is natural, with creases in his eyes as he leans in to make another snarky remark in your ear; the simplicity of it all is what leaves such a sour taste he’s unable to recall in Ryuzaki’s mouth. 

  “Maybe now you won’t look half asleep during the meeting.”

  You take a long sip of coffee and gently kick Light’s shin from next to you on the hotel couch, eyes narrowed at his hushed joke.

  “I’m not tired.”

“Hmm? Then why do you look like that?”

  Like what?

  You move the cup from your lips and shiver as the warm beverage slides down your throat, eyebrows furrowed at Light in confusion before your gaze locks onto Ryuzaki’s. It’s a short connection before you break away feeling as ice had been dumped down your back; from the corner of your eyes you can tell he’s been staring and will continue to.

  “Let’s focus, ok?”

  Mr. Yagami stands and pats Mogi’s shoulder, taking control of the remote and now playing the entire diary’s image once more.

  “This,” he points to the Tokyo Dome phrase once more. “A shinigami? I believe this may be an important reference we cannot overlook. It’s obviously an omen regarding death.. But can we be certain Tokyo Dome is the target for this? Both districts of Aoyama and Shibuya were mentioned in this..”

  The group looks amongst themselves and you turn back to L, watching as he bites the edge of a hangnail on his index finger in thought. Aoyama and the notebooks weren’t supposed to be mentioned for the time being, not until Ryuzaki had deemed it absolutely necessary to inform the rest of the task force of the plan. 

  “For now, yes.” L sits forward and now reaches for a small plate covered in bite-sized fruit tarts “Watari, send a message to the head of the arena’s security to inform them of a potential terrorist attack.”

  Light sits up from the sofa and turns to the man “Shouldn’t we be investigating all of these claims, Ryuzaki? I agree the Tokyo Dome one is important, but it’s way too obvious… we can’t miss this opportunity to catch the Second Kira.”

  His tone is chill and sobering, and you lock eyes with L once more to confirm you were going to keep silent for the time being. 

  “I agree. If we let the Second Kira slip through our fingers and decimate an entire district it would be catastrophic.” Ryuzaki sits back and looks at the entire group, scanning each face. “We’re going to publish this diary on Sakura TV.”

  “What?” Mr. Yagami steps forward with an incredulous shock on his face, “If we publish this, people will react with pandemonium. They’ll live with fear!”

“No– it’s to give each of the local police departments enough time to increase their presence in their respective neighborhoods. Not to mention, give us enough liability to install additional measures.”

  Aizawa stares at L in suspicion. “Additional measures? What do you mean?”

“We can’t install additional CCTV without approval and reasonable suspicion of a threat,” L says, pointing to the television with a crumby index finger. “This is more than enough to justify that. No?”

  Matsuda ‘wows’ in awe at the reasoning while Light remains motionless on the couch thinking everything through. His demeanor is cold and isolated, radiating an energy that makes you subconsciously lean into Mogi who is sitting on the other side of you on the couch. 

  “That’s going to take a lot of manpower, Ryuzaki. Are we equipped to do all of that in such a short time?”

“We don’t have a choice,” you chime in, placing the coffee cup on the table. “If you’d like, I can try and reach out to some old internship colleagues working in Shibuya. Try and see if any additional detectives and officers can cover districts we find more at threat?”

  Mogi nods and begins mentally reviewing the list of people he knows who could also cover any gaps. “I agree. The faster we act on this, the better chance we have of catching them.”

  The group nods in agreement and breaks off into smaller teams in charge of alerting local police, contacting Sakura TV to run the diary, and relaying information back to the NPA about the current plan. Mr. Yagami steps out to a connecting room to make a few phone calls while Matsuda assists Mogi in creating a copy of the diary to send to the station. 

  “Shouldn’t we send someone to investigate these ourselves?”

  Light walks to where you and Ryuzaki have sorted all possible events at the Tokyo Dome, Aoyama, and Shibuya on the respective dates mentioned. You turn to L as do the other members, silently wondering the same thing.

  “Yes, I plan on asking one or two of you to go out and attend one of these events listed…” He continues, looking steadfast at Light, “I haven’t made up my mind quite yet though. Let’s work on the current task for the time being.”

  Light seems relatively unhappy with the response but doesn't push further; he walks back over to Aizawa and assists in drafting messages to different police quarters. You watch him work for a moment before turning back to Ryuzaki who continues sorting event paperwork next to you. 

  The proximity is nearly as close as you both were earlier in the evening, and there’s a slight tremble in your fingers at the increased heart rate in your ribs. He deftly moves and sorts papers back and forth with you, occasionally skimming your fingers with his own; the action is enough to make your ears hot. 

   This is ridiculous. I need to get out this weekend, have a drink, or something. He’s just L… he’s just a guy.

  “I’m going to need you to keep quiet for a bit longer if that’s ok.”

“Hmm? Oh, of course.”

  Continuing to work as naturally as possible, your voices are barely above a whisper to avoid unnecessary attention. The fresh scent of his laundry detergent invades your senses and is so intoxicating you nearly lean in closer to get a larger inhale. 

  Despite being able to work seamlessly with Light, working alongside Ryuzaki isn’t nearly as difficult as people had always alluded to. At nearly every NPA meeting and early police briefings in the Kira case, every detective you worked with scoffed at his name. ‘Unable to work with others’, ‘selfish and conceited’, ‘coldhearted and stoic’ were used more times than you can remember in regard to the man at your side.

  “Here, these may need to be corroborated with the Second Kira’s tapes for syntax.” Ryuzaki gently offers you a section from the diary and transcript from the tapes. “Are you able to complete that within a few days? Or is your course schedule going to get in the way…?”

  “No, I can complete it.”

  You take the evidence and organize it into a pile, admiring the man just inches away from you. Not an ounce of condescenion in his voice, he gives you tasks that genuinely need to be completed and he’s decided to trust you with; taking into account your class schedule, each assignment is neither tedious nor grueling. 

  This is nothing like the stories you had heard, and it’s enough to make you wonder if maybe those overworked detectives at previous meetings had been complaining about someone else. The L at your side is meticulous and competitive, but the way his eyes linger on your lips when waiting for confirmation is gentle and patient.

  “I’ll try and have it done in about two days. Is that ok Ryuzaki?”

“Yes,” he says, peeling his eyes up from your lips and blinking a few times before turning his attention to the documents in his own hands. “Yes, that should be perfect.”

  *******

Two weeks go by seamlessly and you fall into an easy routine between classes and Kira meetings. During lunch breaks, about twice a week, you meet with Light to discuss not only topics regarding the case, but also regular life as students and 20-something-year-olds. It’s as simple as you remember it being when you first started working with his father. The settings are friendly and casual, though less intimate and honest as you remember them being; taking note every time he begins to change his behavior and what exactly was the topic that seemed to be the trigger.

  Working with L has also gotten much easier over the days; Watari picks you up prior to the meeting nearly every day and Ryuzaki has memorized your schedule to call as soon as your seminar finishes to inquire about updates. You report nearly every move, answering when you’ve left home and returned, along with giving him updates on how your paperwork and investigation of Light have been progressing.

  On days when classes end early and you’re at home for lunch, you find yourself stopping by the bakery near your apartment and picking up a dozen earl gray cookies on the way to meetings; remembering the way Ryuzaki seems to perk up when he sees the familiar packaging.  

  It almost feels inappropriate how casual you both have begun to talk to each other; frequent texting that begins to stray just a bit further than completely work related, though they never become too personal. The texts and phone calls that vibrate from the phone L had given you come everyday like clockwork, even on the days where you weren’t scheduled to meet with Light. 

  The routine this Tuesday afternoon is the same as the past two weeks have been: calling Ryuzaki after your evening class has ended and casually relaying a brief update if you had bumped into Light. The wind is cooler today than it has been in months; gripping your jacket tighter, you balance the cardboard wrapping of the biscuits with one finger as you huddle into yourself for warmth. 

  Cars pass by in varying directions as you nod to the steady beat of music playing in your headphones, waiting at the intersection for the familiar black Mercedes to pull up. The leather briefcase slung over your shoulder makes an uncomfortable weight push into the muscle, but the feeling is numbed by another gust of wind and hair being pushed into your face.

  Before you can adjust the flyaways, a familiar car turns at the intersection and flicks on it’s fourway signals before pulling right up to where you stand. The window cracks. “Y/N, I’m here to escort you to headquarters.”

  You giggle at the same line Watari always repeats and slide off your headphones before opening the passenger door and sliding inside. The seat warmers already on, you gently place the box of cookies on the console and sling the heavy bag off your shoulder and onto the floor at your feet.

  “More cookies Y/N? You’re going to have a sweet tooth as large as Ryuzaki.”

“Nah,” you giggle and look out the window at the city lights that have flickered on being to blur by. “I don’t anyone could tie him for that.”

  ******

  “I’m just saying if Sakura TV wants to air that ‘pro-kira’ talk show, they should at least–” Matsuda stands with his arms out to Mogi as if his companion were the one he needed to convince to get his opinion delivered, before turning to you. “Oh– Y/N!”

  You slide your bag at your unspoken offical spot next to the sofa and place the small box of cookies on the table before shimmying out of your coat and smiling at the man. Watari helps you glide it off your other arm before retrieving a hanger and placing it in the small coat closet next to the door as you greet everyone in the room. 

  Ryuzaki is already sitting in his usual spot and watches you intently as you make your rounds before plopping onto the couch in between Mogi and Light; his gaze lingers on the small box of tea-flavor cookies. 

  “Did you ever take ‘Intro to Criminal Psyche’ in undergrad?”

  You turn to Light and raise an eyebrow. “Yea, why?”

“Mmm, I’ve been thinking of missing a few classes to work on the task force assignments a bit more. If you have the notes from when you took it, I’m sure that would suffice to replace the material I miss.”

  You laugh and nudge him, “Wow, ditching class? The number-one student I know has a rebellious side to him after all.”

  Light laughs, though the sound is partially empty of genuine humor. “Of course~, though if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll just have to actually attend.”

“Let me check my files,” you said, looking over at his dad, who is shaking his head with a sigh from the conversation, “If I still have them saved, you’re more than welcome.”

  The moment Light puts his hand on your shoulder in gratitude, the unfamiliar ugly feeling inside Ryuzaki’s gut begins to grow again. His chest is tight with a frustration he couldn’t quite pinpoint, as if the scene in front of him was wrong; similar to a movie spinoff of a book that wasn’t following the plot correctly. 

  Ryuzaki takes a breath, it doesn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother him, before turning to the now total members present at the meeting. “Alright, now that Y/N is here, we can continue.”

  The group quiets down and Aizawa stands up, holding a variety of documents and reading through them in summary. “Well the DNA procurement is experiencing some delays; with nearly every available agent and officer dispatched to the Second Kira diary locations, the lab is running on a time lag.”

  You hum and turn to Watari to take a coffee from the tray he brings around, not bothering to reach for sugar as he’s been preparing it to the exact sweetness you prefer for nearly two weeks now. 

  “There’s also the issue of Shibuya and Aoyama.” Aizawa flips through to another page and  sighs, “We’ve been able to dispatch any colleagues Y/N knows around the Shibuya main entry points, but Aoyama is still more understaffed than I think it should be.”

  “Even if we agreed Tokyo Dome was the priority?” Matsuda questions.

  “Mr. Yagami, have all the CCTV we’ve requested been installed within the district's limits already?”

  Mr. Yagami turns to Ryuzaki and scans through a few documents before nodding, “Yes, they’ve been successfully placed in all the main access points and intersections you’ve requested. Local police also confirm increased presence there on the days leading up to and following our recommendation.”

  You turn to Ryuzaki and wonder the same question everyone has been considering for the past few weeks: who was he going to choose to send? Keeping quiet over the past two weeks wasn’t exactly easy, nearly every meeting contained Light protesting the decision to focus too heavily on the Tokyo Dome and pushing back even more when L refused to further explain his decision. 

  Ryuzaki takes a long moment to consider, idly placing sugar cube after sugar cube into his tea cup and not bothering to look up. A gentle breeze from the open windows pushes his hair to tickle his cheekbones and you instinctively shiver at the drop in temperature. Opening the window for fresh air was a common recurrence, but you couldn’t help but tense at the chill air that always nipped at your skin. Before Light can glance over and offer you his jacket, Watari walks over to the hotel linen closet to retrieve a throw blanket and passes it to you.

  Additional stocked bedding wasn’t unusual considering the amount of times members have spent the night in the suite, but the smaller plush throw blankets that seemed to perfectly warm you back up seemed to appear only about a week ago. 

  “I’ve made a decision on who I want to attend Aoyama, and I want it known that if either party feels too uncomfortable, we can renegotiate.”

  You lean in, similar to the rest of the members and hang on to every word. “Light, I’d like you to walk the streets of Aoyama on the date we’ve previously decided. Matsuda, please accompany him.”

  What?

  You stay frozen in confusion at Ryuzaki’s announcement while Mr. Yagami immediately stands up in protest.

  “I’m not sending my son to the front lines! First you accuse him of being Kira and now you want him to be killed by the Second one?”

“Dad–!” Light stands up to argue with his father, “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

  I’m not going?

  You look up to look at Ryuzaki who was glancing over at the two men arguing and making no effort to make eye contact with you. He sips his tea and stares indifferently at the spectacle in front of him, occasionally reaching down to grab a cookie you brought.

  Despite working with him on the Aoyama plan during meeting breaks in secret, confirming through texts that Light was still unaware of said plan, and even staying later nights to work out any kinks…. he didn’t pick you. 

  A pang of hurt and nearly anger washes over you as the decision sinks in. The two men arguing over the coffee table now a million worlds away, an ugly feeling tightens in your chest. Had you not proven you were skilled enough to take on a challenge like this? Was all he saw in you was an errand-girl who could watch Light on campus so he didn’t have to?

  You look up at Matsuda who was now trying to calm down the chief, and furrow your eyebrows into a sharp ‘V’ formation. No, even the role of babysitting Light was forfeited from you. It’s impossible to focus and the atmosphere is nearly suffocating as jealousy courses hot through your veins.

  “Alright, I’d like to further explain the plan before you two go any further,” says Ryuzaki, standing up and placing one foot on the coffee table for balance to grab the remote and flip to the details of Aoyama.

  “The diary entry in this event mentions meeting with friends on the streets of Aoyama, a needle in a haystack considering the population density.” He tilts his head to side and continues flipping. “However, there’s a strong chance it’ll come down to just two people: Kira and the Second Kira. At least one of which, we will assume is student age; high school or higher education.”

  “So this is another example of accusing Light? Because he fits the age group demographic?”

“Mr. Yagami, please hold all your questions until I’ve finished.”

  Ryuzaki takes a metal teaspoon between his lips while he talks, “Aoyama is a wealthy neighborhood and a fashion hotspot, most likely a place to be recommended by a young woman. Please keep this in mind while observing pairs of people.”

  Still annoyed by the plan you helped decide on, you can’t help but notice the strange thin smile on Light’s lips as he watches the presentation unfold. Despite his father trying his hardest to prove his innocence, Light doesn’t seem the least bit stressed by the accusation; he’s nearly humming with excitement while you sulk on the sofa. 

  “Alright Light! Just you and me doing some fieldwork, sounds like it’ll be fun!”

Aizawa smacks Matsuda on the side of the head. “This isn’t a field trip to go shopping and eat at cafes! Both you and Light are placing your lives on the line.”

  Matsuda deflates back onto the mirroring couch in defeat while Mr. Yagami remains staring between his son and Ryuzaki.

  “Are you sure about this? Light– I don't want him to make you look more guilty when you’re not.”

“Then let me go! If I can find the Second Kira– it’ll only help me clear my name.”

  Light’s tone is demanding despite pleading with his father for approval in attending the mission. Even while slightly pissed off, you recognize it to be the same uncomfortable aura from your first lunch ‘date’ a few weeks ago. 

  No notebooks…?

  Remembering the aspect of ‘notebooks’ being an important aspect of revealing the Second Kira, you turn to Ryuzaki who has now finally returned eye contact. Scrunching your brows in confusion at his lack of complete clarity, L gives a short nod ‘no’ before returning his attention back to the father-son duo.

“Is this plan alright with everyone? Anyone not going to Aoyama will have different monitoring tasks during these events so please ensure your availability.”

  Mogi and Aizawa nod as Mr. Yagami sits back down in defeat and Light gives a solid statement of his own approval. Matsuda hums in excitement across from you and you sit on the couch with arms crossed and scowling into the space of the corner of the room. 

  “Alright then, let’s continue with some specifics for how this will all play out.”

  *********

  A sour taste remains in your mouth for the rest of the meeting as you listen to the plan you helped come up with be delegated to other members. Aizawa and you will be in charge of monitoring CCTV at the headquarters alongside Ryuzaki while Mogi and Mr. Yagami are on standby duty at Sakura TV in case of a break through.

  At the usual late hour, the meeting is concluded and you take your time packing up your things as members slowly trickle home. Matsuda stretches and holds the door open for the Yagamis before exiting and leaving you in the room with L and Watari.

  “Ryuzaki… can I speak with you?”

  L looks up from handing Watari his empty teacup and nods once, “I assumed you wanted to speak, you usually pack up much quicker most evenings.”

  Any other time the comment might’ve made your heart rate pick up at his attentiveness to your habits, but this time your heart remains heavy in your chest. Following him into the bedroom as usual, when the door clicks shut the only thing you can do is stand awkwardly in silence.

  Hands wet with sweat, you tug at the straps of your briefcase bag and wondering where to even begin.

  “Something is bothering you. I can tell.”

  Ryuzaki leans against the side of the bedframe casually and stares at your face patiently, showing no signs of fatigue despite the late hour. 

  You sigh once and take a step forward. “Why didn’t you choose me for Aoyama?”

  L watches you for an additional second and closes his eyes for a moment. “I figured that's what you were gonna ask.”

“So… why didn’t you?”

  Ryuzaki shrugs and looks off to the messy desk at the side of the room, twitching once as the analog clock on the wall ticks away in the deafening silence.

  “I figured Light and Matsuda were the best for the task. That’s it.”

  That’s it?

  You grip your bag tighter, sinking your nails into the leather, and can feel the anger from earlier beginning to seep out, “What do you mean? Haven’t I worked hard to prove you can trust me? That I would be great for this position?”

“Of course I trust you, but that has nothing to do with this.”

  You furrow your brows, growing impatient as he speaks to you as if it were obvious. “What do you mean? I’ve been helping you come up with this plan and been watching Light this whole time… so why is it different?”

“Did you feel entitled to it? Is that why you’re upset?”

  You wince and take a step back, embarrassment mixing into the defensive that began building.

  Ryuzaki watches your expression and continues, “Matsuda will do just fine watching Light, I’ve already spoken to him privately about it. The other members on this task force are accomplished and determined. Just because you’ve been a great help in conducting this plan doesn’t mean you’re the best person to execute it.”

  Your throat feels tight as his words, and humiliation begins to sink in as he speaks. 

  Of course, other members are veterans at this and you’re still under the position of an ‘intern’ for Mr. Yagami. It’s fucking embarrassing how worked up I’ve become…

  “You could’ve let me know ahead of time…when we were planning this earlier…”

  Ryuzaki turns back to you, an awkward feeling forming in chest at seeing your dejected face turn away from him.

  “Maybe it’s foolish that I was already planning on going but–”

“-- you would’ve thrown the same fit you threw earlier. Announcement of my decision doesn’t mean anything.”

  The words are harsh. Harsher than Ryuzaki means for them to come out as he internally struggles with this uncomfortable feeling and he regrets it the moment they leave his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of anger, rejection, and embarrassment; the way you scoff hurts him deeply considering the array of ugly emotions are directed at him. 

  “Right. Whatever..” you spin on your heel and open the door to finish the conversation. “Thanks for the clarification.”

  The words are spit with venom through gritted teeth and you don’t bother turning around to say goodbye. Watari watches the anger seethe off you and makes no effort to create conversation as he follows you out the hotel door and down the lobby to the parking lot. 

  If you weren’t getting chauffeured by Ryuzaki’s right hand man, hot angry tears would have escaped your eyes, an aggravated scream would leave your lips, and a few punches to an empty car seat cushion may have taken place. 

  As the car pulls out of the lot, you look out the glass and notice the silhouette of Ryuzaki peering from behind the hotel window curtain before you turn your head the other way. Watari makes no effort to speak and doesn’t protest when you dig your headphones out of your bag and blast music in your ears. 

**************

4am - 4 hours after the meeting ended.

Ryuzaki POV

  He should’ve worded that differently. He knows, she knows, Watari even knows it judging on the somber and judgmental look he shot Ryuzaki after returning from dropping you home. It’s not like he wanted to come off as an asshole, he usually did to most people, but the fact he came off that way to you was what made this guilt so uncomfortable in his gut. 

  Ryuzaki lets out a long sigh and leans back in the office chair at the desk in the hotel bedroom, not bothering to sleep. One more shade of purple under his eyes won’t be noticed and L takes this moment to bite at his cuticles in thought.

  Why hadn’t he just given you the task for Aoyama?

  You had proved yourself more useful than half the people he’s had the displeasure of working with. Patient with his awkward attitude, intelligent with great deductive skills, loyal to his recommendation despite making you observe your ‘friend’ for signs of being Kira, and absolutely beauti-

  Ryuzaki snaps his head to the side and rejects the thought before it forms. On a professional level it should’ve been you. You’ve already done so much to help in the Aoyama plan, more so than he could casually give you praise for, and your ability to follow Light and intuition with his behavior made you the perfect candidate. So why didn’t he?

  L stands up from the desk and begins to walk aimlessly around his room in the moonlight that seeped in from the windows. Instead of giving you the chance to apply yourself and excel with a perfect opportunity, he has you scheduled to sit in a dark room with him and another colleague watching CCTV for hours on end. 

  The nasty and ugly part of him was glad when he had made that decision, keeping you away from the front line despite going to school with his number one suspect— this time you could be far away from Light. Safe… with him. Why did he even want that?

  Ryuzaki sits on the edge of his hotel bed and shakes his head before looking around the room for a plate of desserts that might be lingering. Of course he knew why he didn’t personally want you prancing the streets of Aoyama with Light. The fact it meant you would be at risk of being killed by the Second Kira, who may not need a name to murder, OR the fact it meant you would be spending the whole day walking around cute cafes and boutiques with Light while Ryuzaki was forced to watch it all on CCTV in multiple angles for multiple hours. He wasn’t sure which option was worse.

  Pushing those thoughts back down again, completely inappropriate given the situation, he pulls out his cell phone and runs his fingers down the sides in thought. He should apologize. He knows it, and he also knows you would pretend to be fine during the meeting tomorrow despite actually being pissed off at him. Rightfully so.

  Letting out a sigh of defeat, Ryuzaki powers it on and open up your contact and waiting a beat before clicking the dial button and leaning further onto the edge of the bed.

  He’s not sure you’re even going to answer until the line rings for a fourth time and a half asleep “huhhh?” rings out from the other end. 

  Ryuzaki pauses immediately at the tone, not quite a groan but a light and airy moan escapes your lips into the receiver at your sleepy state. L stands motionless at the tone and immediately begins to regret calling at this late hour when his body begins to react against every logical will his brain offers.

  “Hello?”

  Shit. He realizes he’s taking too long to answer and resolves to issuing a short apology.

  “Y/N? It’s L... I’m sorry to wake you.”

“Ohhhh Ryuzakiii”

  L swallows hard at the airy tone you use, knowing you have no idea what you actually sound like considering it’s nearly 4:30 in the morning. His breath is labored as he clenches the phone in his hand, nearly forgetting the whole reason he was calling anyways. 

  “Yes, I’d like to apologize for my words earlier this evening. Though we can discuss this.. Tomorrow.”

“Hmm” There’s the sound of you shuffling on the other end before you continue and yawn in between every other word, “Ohhhh please don’t be mad.. I didn’t.. Mean to be.. A bitch…please– Ryuzaki”

  Fuck. FUCK.

  Even the sound of his fake name leaving your lips in that tone was enough to make him wince at the familiar feeling growing in his jeans. He needed to end this call. Now. 

  “No, I’m not mad. Please get some sleep and I apologize again… for calling this late.”

  Ryuzaki ends the call and throws the phone on the bed as if the metal had been burning his hand the entire time. 

  This feeling was wrong, so. Fucking. Wrong.

  He doesn’t need to look down to know what’s happening, being a young man in 20s he’s quite familiar with the feeling, but he peers down anyway. The fabric around the fly of his baggy jeans was uncomfortably tight and his cock pushed against the confines of his boxers and denim, throbbing slightly in arousal. 

  Ryuzaki lets out a shaky breath and thinks a million different thoughts at once, a majority of them full of self loathing and frustration. He was your boss for fuck’s sake. You both had admitted your trust in one another and he would hate himself for the rest of his life if you thought the only reason he kept you around was to sexually gratify him.

  He had been around countless female agents and detectives who had been bullied or pulled out of the workforce because of menial relationships. Even Naomi had left the FBI upon getting married. If you ever found out that he was hard at just the sound of your sleepy and disheveled voice, you would probably be disgusted and offended and leave the task force; the very prospect of that being the last thing he wants considering your talent.

  A wince escapes his lips when his cock throbs at the image of you now present in his head, and every rational brain cell within his skull is screaming at him to change his thoughts and let himself get soft. But he can’t. Not with the way your lips, coated in that honey flavored chapstick, or maybe lip gloss, you always apply, is painted clearly in his head. The way those very same lips would look around the base of his co-

  NO.

  Ryuzaki grips the comforter beneath him and folds into himself slightly as his erection painfully begs for some sort of friction to satisfy it. ‘It’s an abuse of a position of power’ is what the world famous detective portion of his brain is saying, while the 20-something-year-old portion of his brain is remembering what the swell of your ass looks like when you bend over the couch armrest to pick up fallen documents. 

  Shit… 

  He can feel all logical rationale seeping out of him when twitching fingers move to undo the button of his jeans and let down the zipper of his fly to just apply a little relief. Realistically, you might be interested too.

  The thought makes Ryuzaki bite his lip in disgust while his hands betray his brain and move to shimmy the fabric of his jeans to his mid thigh and let his erection stand up in his boxers. The constant replies to all his messages, working late evenings with him, and brushing fingertips more times than a casual explanation could allow, even bringing him those delicious cookies when you realized how much he liked them. 

   You never did that for Light.

  “Shit..”

  Ryuzaki sighs in a partially drunk state while he stares at the patch of pre cum seeping through the flimsy fabric of his boxers, his cock aching for relief. The image of you with Light feeds the ugly part of him he didn’t even know had existed; despite knowing you for around a month, the idea of you being close with Light brings an unexplainable frustration to his mind.

  While being able to imagine Light’s smug face is nearly enough to soften his erection, the sound of your voice airily moaning his fake name comes to mind once more, and the idea of what it would sound like to hear you say ‘Lawliet’ in that same tone, makes his cock ache even more than he thought possible.

  Ryuzaki’s had erections before during your time at the task force, ones that occurred when he happened to fall sleep and woke up with some light morning wood. But this was different. Fingertips pinching the elastic of his waistband, he tugs the fabric down to join his jeans at his mid thigh; a wince escapes his lips at the change in temperature on his dick. 

  A slight happy trail going down his navel that extended into a full bush from lack of need to trim for anybody, his cock hovers upright with the angry dark pink tip leaking pre-cum profusely. This wasn’t a casual boner he was popping, it was an ugly carnal desire L had written off from having due to his career and work life. Yet sitting on the edge of the bed, all rationale finally seeps out of him.

  It must due to be the lack of blood flow to his brain that makes Ryuzaki bring his palm to his mouth to spit into the flesh a few times before coating his shaft in a mix of pre-cum and saliva. The sensation causes a slight groan to escape and his eyebrows to furrow in focus as he spends an extra second massaging the tip. 

  Giving a few extra pumps to warm up, he begins to slide his hand up and down the shaft with just the amount of tension he likes. The feeling pairs nicely with the image of you in his head, would you jerk him off like this? Or would you want to put those pretty lips to use on his cock while your hands worked on his shaft?

  Balls tightening at the mere image, his hips jerk forward into his hand as his body betrayed his brain and grew hornier at the thoughts. What color bra did you always wear? A week ago you accidentally wore a pretty light blue one under your white shirt… did you know he could see it? What did your tits look like when you take it off?

  “Nngh… oh f-fuck..”

  L swallows thickly and quickens the pace before using his other hand to lift his shirt so he could lean over and spit on his cock once more before taking the fabric in his teeth. His fingers massage the tip before tugging on the skin of his shaft and applying pressure to the enlarged vein that ran on the underside of cock, causing a few groans to leave his mouth.

  And what if you did want him back? Would you let him sit under your pretty pussy while you rode his face? Let him eat you out like he had been thinking about… if you tasted even sweeter than he was imagining.

  Hips shuddering and balls aching with a heavy feeling, that recognizable coil begins to grow in his abdomen as he increases the speed. Sweat dripping down his brow, he nearly coughs when the image of you letting him fuck you crosses his vision. 

  Splayed out all pretty and moaning his name. His real name. Or maybe riding him in this very bed while he sucks bruises only he will be able to see onto those perfect pretty tits of yours.

  “Fuck.. Y/N… gonna..”

  He increases the speed of his hand and can see the image now in a thousand different ways. Him cumming in your mouth, on your face, on your tits, in your hand, in your cunt and then watching it leak out…

  FUCK

  Ryuzaki tugs a few extra times and exhales sharply when hot ropes of semen begin to pour down his hand and even escape on the carpet below. Rubbing his cock through his orgasm, he lays back on the bed with an exasperating feeling as he catches his breath. 

  Hot cum on his hand, thighs, and now floor, the post-nut clarity is a disgusting feeling that washes over him. All the images and ways he’s tried so damn hard not to see you in, make him feel no better than a dog with no respect when that’s all you’ve shown him.

  Of course it’s more than your body that L is attracted to, but the physical and creepy nature of masturbating to you makes him shiver uncomfortably as a line that shouldn’t have been crossed now has. With one more sigh and mentally shelving the images his brain had conjured up, Ryuzaki sits up and reaches for a couple of tissues on the nightstand.

  Sopping up all the remnant cum on his hands, thighs, and carpet, he tosses the tissues into the trash and tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans. 

  Tomorrow…

  Ryuzaki doesn’t want to even begin to consider how he would face you tomorrow, so he decides not to think about it. It was a one time thing, and now that it’s out of his system he should be free from the hypnotic spell you seem to have placed him under. With a sigh, he decides to head into the ensuite bathroom to wash away the physical evidence of his perverted actions and clear his head before facing you in yet another meeting tomorrow. One where you would be fully awake, and he could properly apologize.

part 3 is doneeee

ty so much for your patience with this series! holidays and exams are crazy but im so excited to keep writing this (hehe more nsfw to come, but defrosting methodical L into a horny pining man takes some time)

likes/comments/reblogs are appreciated & let me know if you wanna be on the taglist

-oatmeal ╰(´︶`)╯♡

Tags: @lechatparle24 @irissfoot @iheteeaifs

[deathnotewiki]

December 5, 2004:

Roger, the director of Wammy’s house, confirms L and Watari’s deaths.

Mello and Near are told of L’s death by Roger.

Refusing to work alongside Near, Mello leaves the Wammy’s House.

December 5, 2009:

NHN reporter Kiyomi Takada is chosen as Kira’s spokesperson.

Light Yagami suggests the task force should head back to Japan in order to investigate Kiyomi Takada.

[akixxsstuff]

Death Note Yandere L Lawliet x Wife Reader Smut

(The picture above was edited by me).

NSFW content // Angst // Click here part 2

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Involves themes of kidnapping, stalking, cheating, non-consensual sexual behaviors, breeding, the usage of sex toys and bondage.

L's internal monologue:

Darling, if you measured good and evil deeds by current laws, I would be responsible for many crimes, however, nothing would be more unjust than not rescuing you from your loveless marriage. Yes, your husband is a courageous and hard-working task force member, but he's also a neglectful piece of shit towards you.

He doesn't even know your sleep schedule or how many cups of coffee you've ordered in the past three months, is he even aware that your birthday is in 70 hours, 16 minutes and 43 seconds? My love, you're just like a beautiful puzzle and every day my cameras and private investigators find more precious pieces.

Nothing is of greater importance than you Y/N, I love you so much. I feel like such a creep but I don't care, I have never cared, everything in life is a game including love, and I have never lost, why? Because I am L.

Present Day, (your birthday):

You slowly open your heavy eyelids to find yourself in a well-furnished bedroom decorated with expensive decor and silk curtains and bedding. Your head was pounding and your limbs were weak, were you drunk? Did your friends bring you here to rest after you fainted during your birthday party?

You immediately panicked when you realised you were restrained to the bed across from a crouched, pale man with dark, piercing eyes. It was your husband's supervisor on the Kira investigation, Ryuzaki.

You were merely acquaintances since you only visited the headquarters to drive your husband home or to bring baked goods for your husband and his co-workers. He was odd and reserved however he always praised your cooking and never failed to impress you with his intelligence. You felt sympathy for him since your husband told you he was basically a lonely workaholic. Your husband even joked that maybe he had a crush on you since he gazed upon you like his cake and cases; with desire and fascination, (lolololololol).

You could only think of one logical explanation for why you were here with him.

"Ryuzaki! Do you suspect that I'm Kira!? Is that why I'm here?!" you cried, "No" L responded flatly. "Then what's happening? Where am I?" you whined, "I would rather you not know of your location, but rest assured you are perfectly safe" L replied calmly. "If this is some sort of joke it isn't funny, untie me now!" you snapped, "Yes, I fully suspected that you would be averse to this my darling". "Darling?! Ryuzaki I'm married! You brought me here didn't you!" you exclaimed, "Yes, since I wish to demonstrate why I'm a more suitable romantic partner for you Y/N". Scowling you said, "Well you've already messed up because kidnappers are not my type! My husband is a good man".

"During the past 6 months, your husband has cancelled 130 dates, has only engaged in sexual activity with you on 4 separate occasions and seemingly has not acknowledged your birthday. You deserve someone who is much more attentive and devoted like myself, surely you understand that I rescued you from a loveless marriage".

You were silent. That creep had been fucking stalking you.

He opened the bedside draw, obtaining a large, pink vibrator, "Perhaps this will help, consider it a birthday gift" L chuckled. He lifted your skirt and ripped into your underwear, "Don't you dare!" you snarled, "I'm going to demonstrate how satisfying sex can really be" L uttered while ogling in between your legs.

You choked as he began clumsily massaging in-between your thighs with the sex toy, experimenting with various speeds and intensities to discover what your cunt enjoyed the most. You clenched your teeth to contain your moans since you didn't want to give this sick pervert any validation, however being as perceptive as he was, you weren't able to fool him.

"Your pupils are dilated, your face is flushed and your vulva is already producing lubrication, all typical signs of arousal" L remarked bluntly. "W-what?" you stammered, "Trying to remain quiet is useless Y/N since I already know that your body is finding this device pleasurable. So please, let me hear those pretty little moans of yours, you were always so quiet during sex with your husband my love".

You struggled against your rope as L swirled the vibrator on the highest intensity level around your sensitive, swollen clit. But it was hopeless, you couldn't escape the waves of incredible pleasure that vibrated throughout your pussy. You were in an intoxicating daze and your body was hot and trembling; you were so touched starved that your body was already begging to cum. "Ryuzaki!" you screamed while you squirted all over the vibrator; feeling shocks of electrifying pleasure overwhelm your cunt while your legs jolted.

You gasped as you suddenly felt L smoothly slid his aching dick inside your quivering and dripping hole. He began rocking his hips back and forth, his eyes fixating on his cock which was now glistening from your sweet cum. Aha! Hah! Oh...hah..you feel so...so amazing" L whined, "Stop..aha...fucking me...you..hah..bastard!" you panted. "Aha..ugh..I won't be m-much longer, so there's no need to worry Y/N". You were praying that nobody would hear the creaking of the bed, L's whining or the squelching of precum.

You already could feel another orgasm stirring within you since his desperate thrusting never allowed your body to relax. His firm shaft gliding against your aching g-spot felt like shocks of thrilling ecstasy filling your loins, it was fucking addicting. "I-I am close t-to" L stuttered as his thrusting became erratic and rapid, "Already?! P-pull out!" you yelped. "Ngh! Aah! Aha!" L grunted as he spurted his thick, creamy cum deep inside your greedy, soaking pussy. "You idiot" you moaned as his lengthy, hard dick continued relentlessly slapping against your womb.

"I want y-you to hah! Climax a-again, now aha" L babbled while rubbing the vibrator against your needy clit. Your eyes locked, those once cold, dead eyes were now filled with passion and vulnerability, his gaze was practically saying, "I need you Y/N, I need your body, please surrender to me, don't hurt me". "I-I going too..ah..aha!" you groaned before another explosion of pleasure shot throughout your body. Your pussy clenched tighter around L's shaft as you cummed, squeezing another load of rich, hot cum from his throbbing erection. L tossed aside the vibrator, tore through your blouse and began sucking your nipples, leaving them slippery and hard. "I love you so much Y/N" L purred, "Kiss me then" you whispered shakily. You were disgusted with yourself but your husband hadn't fucked you with the same amount of lust and love for months.

Your hands broke free and in-tangled with L's dark, fluffy locks while you both sloppily kissed, "I'm s-sorry my love, I-m g-going to...aha again!" L choked. "Use me as your cum slut Ryuzaki" you begged, no longer caring that he wasn't using condoms and that you weren't taking birth control. "Say that again Y/N! And aha! Keep clenching around me like that, ngh!", "Use me Ryuzaki! I'm your cum slut, fill my pussy over and over again, do whatever you want to me". "G-good girl" L hissed while finally draining his balls of milky, sticky semen; fucking his own leaking cum back into your abused cunt to ensure your womb would be filled with every drop.

L slowly slipped out his dick and buttoned his jeans, you slapped his face and hastily untied your ankles. "You know that really hurt" L mumbled while rubbing his cheek. You rushed to the door and shook the locked door knob, "Open this door! Right now or I'll kill you!" you shrieked. "You found just as much pleasure as I did in that experience so why be so averse towards me? I love you so much Y/N, you look so beautiful" L praised. "Of course, you'd think that you pervert! I'm half naked and filled with you fucking cum" you snarled, "I'm a pervert?".

"Yes! And a monster! My husband is a great detective so he will find you and throw you in prison forever!" you snapped, "Only a monster can catch another monster, it's why I'm a far greater detective and why you'll be residing with me for a very long time" L replied monotonously while kissing your forehead. Whining you said, "I hate you", "I love you too" he whispered.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

"Stay."

~ L Lawliet/GN!Reader ~ Whump (Day 7) ~ Implied romantic/crush ~ 2k words Mentions of death/bodies, slightly altered from canon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

L didn’t get attached easily. In fact, it usually took him more time trying to get attracted to someone to start a “relationship” than the relationship ever lasted itself. Unfortunate but a fact. They were pointless anyway, especially during his investigations. From criminal to criminal, his work always came first. Maybe that was his biggest flaw. Somehow, some way, he got attached to you. Like a dog to a bone, like water to a dying man, like candy is to…him. He hated it. Ever since you were signed onto the Task Force in the early weeks to help with the Kira case, you plagued his every thought. You remembered just the way he liked his coffee. You rubbed the tension from his shoulders after the fourth consecutive night of both no sleep, and sitting in his crouched position. You brushed his, admittedly a bit greasy, hair out of his face when he was focused on his monitor. You weren’t the smartest of the Task Force, but neither was Matsuda and he was still around. Of course, everyone noticed how sweet you were being to him. How could they not? He only ever flirted with Misa when he was undercover at To-Oh University, not really the “ladies man” Light is. But you.. For some reason, unbeknownst to even him, you stuck around. Sure, he speculated. Maybe you were attracted to his smarts, or the possibility of money. Maybe you liked how quirky he was, deciding you wanted to “fix him”. Maybe you were just missing a few screws. It was one case he just couldn’t solve. The ONLY case he couldn’t solve. He never pushed himself away, but he never admitted he liked you, either. He was supposed to be focused on Kira. He was so damn close to solving his case, he could almost taste it. At least, as close as close could be, with a Shinigami watching over his shoulder constantly. She was a bit of a pest, but she proved to be useful to the case…somewhat. More so than those bells, at least. Ringing in intervals of three; a death knell. He wondered if Light finally figured out his name. If this is what years of work had all finally climaxed to. Him, seated at his computer, staring at the bright screen as he chews on taffy, feeling it get stuck to his teeth each time he pries his jaws apart. The words on the screens had to be burned into his retinas by now. He was sure that, when he closed his eyes, the text would be printed right there. He’d been avoiding you for the past few days. At least to him, “avoiding”, in this context, meant going out of his way to stop thinking about you. You were more of a pest than the Shinigami was. Though, you never stopped showing him affection. You even got his ears to turn red one time after you had to cross in between his chair and his desk to grab his empty coffee sweetener containers stacked high. That one action put your chest right in his face and he’d never felt more out of control since then. Even if his only reaction was a small hum at your apology for intruding, barely even blinking. 192 hours, 43 minutes, and 27– 28 seconds. That’s how long it took him to finally pass out from sleep deprivation. He’d never willingly go to sleep on his own, he had more important things to be doing. Yet part of him let himself rest, knowing he’d be up in two hours, maximum. But he soon realized that falling asleep was also a huge mistake, as always. When he woke up, the Task Force Headquarters was dark and still, and he was seated at his desk. A bright white screen across all of his monitors, with text reading “All Data Deleted”. Did Kira finally get to Watari? No one was around to check on the old man, which caused a single moment of panic to rise in his chest. He was L. He didn’t fret. Watari was probably fine and somehow hit the button accidentally.

Rising up out of his chair, his knees cracking out of protest for being curled up for so many hours, he shuffles right up the stairs to the first elevator, pushing the button to close the doors and Watari’s floor number. Despite usually enjoying a still environment for more work and less distractions, it’s eerie. There’s a pit in his stomach he’s unused to. He’s not used to being anxious. Pride? Sure. Maybe a little arrogant? Okay. But fear? Nervousness? Anxiety? Not likely. It’s been years since he’s felt that way. As far back as he can remember, it’s just been blank. He was logistical, not emotional. When the doors open, his hands slide into his pockets with ease, taking it upon himself to enter Watari’s surveillance room without announcing himself. But, even from in front of the elevator doors, he could see that Watari wasn’t there. Everything was in its perfect space, L knew just how much Watari liked to be tidy. With an annoyed sigh, he turns back around towards the elevator, figuring he might as well go start back up on getting his computers running again. At least, until he hears crashing behind him, followed by a body hitting the floor. Turning around quickly in both confusion, he stares down at..you? You weren’t supposed to be here. Face down on the floor, body entirely limp against the ground. The familiar rise and fall of your chest wasn’t there. There wasn’t any sign of blood at all. Gritting his teeth, L forces himself to approach you, crouching down right in front of you. His bony hand reaches out to press two fingers against your neck, feeling for a pulse. His blood almost freezes in his veins when he doesn’t find one. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to die so soon! He was used to seeing bodies and the horrors of humanity daily, but this felt different. Forcing himself to move, L rolls you over onto your back, your lifeless eyes staring back at him. You were supposed to outlive him and kill Kira! He didn’t know where all of this was coming from. For once, he wasn’t logistical. He was an utterly emotional wreck. Chest compressions in intervals of four, trying desperately to get your heart to start again. He can feel your ribs cracking from the desperate pressure he’s putting onto you. Leaning down, he pushes a thumb into your mouth to part your lips. Pinching your nose and breathing into your mouth firmly. How funny. That would’ve been your “first kiss”. He knew you loved sappy stuff like that. Even if he wasn’t trying to, he was always paying attention, especially when you spoke. You could talk about those overdone cop shows in Western media, that you seemed to find as an absolute “hoot”, for hours on end, and he would listen. Not because he cared, but because it was you. Moving back into position, one interlaced hand over the other, he resumes. 1-2-3-4– breathe..pause..continue. “Please..” He whispers, yet the words cut through the silence like a megaphone. L wasn’t sure what, or who, he was begging towards. Maybe for you to spring back to life and thank him. Maybe for a God of any kind to bring you back to him. Maybe for him to join you, knowing that after experiencing an affection like yours, going back to life without it would be miserable. Maybe for himself to stop doing compressions, to give up. He was uncertain, for the first time in his life. You weren’t breathing, he knew that. You were dead. He could feel your cold body beneath his hands, against his lips, but he wasn’t stopping. Why wasn’t he stopping? His muscles were beginning to ache with strain, he could feel his eyes pricking with tears and his nose began to run against his will. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried. 1-2-3-4–breathe..pause..continue. He’d never had much of a reason. He never got attached to anyone except for Watari. No one was trustworthy enough to stay in his life, but you were. You wanted him. He hated that. He hated the weight in his chest as he stared down at your lifeless body. He was sure his soul was cracking with each straining pop of the ligaments between your ribcage.

1-2-3-4–breathe..pause..continue. He wondered if you would still like him, seeing him like this. A mess, sobbing over your corpse. He could feel the dam inside him shattering into pieces. His tears rolled down his cheeks and right onto your nice, uniform blazer. It was no different from the rest of the Task Force, but on you, it was special. You were special. “Stay..” His face was a mask of stoicism, despite the new torrent of emotion crashing inside him. It was frightening. Alone, in the dark, trying to bring you back to life again. He knew it was the Death Note that caused this. Deep down, he knew Kira was somehow at fault. 1-2-3-4–breathe..pause… He stopped. Removing his hands from your chest with a defeated, shaky exhale. One of his hands coming up, swiping down from your forehead, over your eyes, forcing your eyelids to close. At least, if you died, you could rest in peace. He’d have to have Mogi take care of your body or something. Since that day you spun him out of control, he hasn’t felt that way since, until now. He could just barely hear your voice echoing in his head, growing louder and louder and louder until you’re shouting at him, and he finally wakes up with a jolt, meeting your panicked expression. “The Shinigami is gone!” You inform. L was confused. Didn’t you just die? His face felt wet, he internally groaned. His eyes darted over to the large monitors, the light piercing against his weary eyes. He could hear the other Task Force members panicking behind him, even if it’s mostly Matsuda, with Soichiro and Aizawa trying to coax him to use his head and not his heart. He could’ve used that advice a bit ago, even if his plea for advice would never leave his lips. He was too prideful for that. “Say again?” He muses, swiping a hand over his cheek and absentmindedly checking it for tears, but his hand came back dry. Yet, he’s put off when you abruptly pause. A small breath escaping you as you clutch your chest in pain, doubling over momentarily, only to collapse to the floor in an instant. The Shinigami was gone, you said. It registers to him in that very second. It was happening again. Only this time, he wasn’t given enough time to process as his monitors flash white. “All Data Deletion”, it reads. Didn’t this just happen? “Watari?” He questions, the name leaving his mouth before he could catch it. His eyes fall down onto you, watching you lay there on the floor. “Y/N..?” He mumbles. Finally coming to his senses as soon as Aizawa kneels to check on you. “Quick! We need to find that Shini–” He pauses, his breath getting caught in his throat. His chest hurts, like he can’t expand it enough. A numbing pain shooting up and down his left arm, his ears beginning to ring. He could feel himself start to sweat, just barely, as the pain in his body begins to fade into nothing but a slight buzz of his nerves. Kira. The bells were growing louder, so many at once, it was hard to think. He wanted it to stop, he couldn’t concentrate like this. He barely registers himself falling out of his chair until the weight of gravity is pulling him down, landing on someone. Everything feels so foggy, his brain trying to push into overdrive to keep his body working, but it doesn’t work. All he can see is Light’s face, the smug grin, and he knew he won, even at the cost of your lives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ y'all don't understand how long this took just because I was fighting with Tumblr 😭 Return to masterlist

[callie-the-creator]

insomniac

sfw. warnings: reader is fmab, mentions of kira and his murders, l can’t sleep, etc.

author’s note: i miss l so much. :(

l sat in his characteristic crouch on the edge of his chair, fingers entwined, eyes intently focused on the monitors before him. the task force headquarters was dimly lit, the flickering screens casting a bluish hue across the room. he had spent countless hours reviewing evidence, piecing together clues, and trying to identify kira, but the elusive criminal mastermind continued to evade him. l won't rest or, at the very least, he refused to. his main focus consisted of two things: keeping y/n— his girlfriend— safe and away from any danger and catching kira (l had dedicated the past few years to the investigation pursuing kira), a figure known to kill those whom he deems morally unworthy of life.

so many criminals have died.

his mind raced with possibilities, tracing and retracing steps, connecting and disconnecting dots. his suspicions often circled back to the same few individuals, but without concrete evidence, he was trapped in a maddening loop of speculation. he needed proof, something tangible that could lead to an arrest. the gnawing uncertainty kept him awake, denying him the rest his body craved.

as the hours dragged into the early morning, l's eyes, bloodshot and weary, drifted to the cot where his girlfriend, y/n, lay sleeping. her presence had been a rare comfort in his life, a steadying force amidst the chaos. she stirred slightly, her breathing deep and rhythmic, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. "y/n...?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. he wasn't expecting an answer; he just needed to hear the sound of her name, something to anchor him to reality.

she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "hmm...whaaaat?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. it was clear she wasn't pleased about being woken up, but she tried to focus on him nonetheless.

l hesitated, his mind teetering on the edge of a precipice. he knew what he was about to ask could shatter the fragile peace they had, but he couldn't suppress the question any longer. "would you betray me?" he asked.

y/n blinked, her drowsiness giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?" she inquired, pushing herself up on one elbow. "why would you ask something like that?" she added.

l’s gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any hint of deceit, any flicker of guilt. but all he saw was a concern, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light. "i’ve been thinking…” he began, his voice steady but laced with tension, "about kira, about the people who might be capable of such things. and it occurred to me that...i don't know if i can trust anyone anymore." he said, sadly.

she sat up fully, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, her hair all messy. "l, you know me," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "we’ve been through so much together. how can you even think i would betray you?" she questioned, despite knowing very well that l had every right to not trust her. after all, he was the head of the investigation and thus the arch nemesis of kira. he must remain vigilant, it is all he can do to ensure his safety.

"i don't know what to think anymore…” he admitted, his tone betraying the depth of his internal struggle. "i just…can't afford to make any mistakes. you know that.” he sighed. this was the last conversation that he wanted to have with y/n, despite it needing to be addressed.

y/n reached out, her hand covering his. "listen to me," she said firmly, her touch grounding him. "i am not kira. i would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else. you have to believe that." she partially pleaded with him. if they wanted to put their relationship on ice because of this minor bump in the road, then so be it, but y/n is sure that it would only result in hurting them.

l’s eyes softened, the storm within them momentarily calmed by her words. he wanted to believe her, to cling to the hope that at least one part of his life remained untouched by kira's darkness. "i want to believe you.” he said quietly, "but i can't let my guard down. not even for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “i’m sorry…”

y/n sighed deeply. she then slid out from under the warm blankets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a shiver. standing beside him, she gazed down at him, his hunched form bathed in the eerie glow of the computer screens. leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before she ran her hands through his unruly black hair. "can you at least come to bed then?" she asked softly.

the night had stretched on for far too long, and the first light of dawn would soon pierce the gloom. l shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling almost imperceptibly. "don’t know," he replied, his tone detached and distant, eyes never leaving the monitors.

y/n let out a small, plaintive whine, her worry for him bubbling to the surface. she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tender embrace. "please?" she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "you need to rest. just a little while…”

l felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, the comforting pressure of her body against his back. for a moment, he allowed himself to be still, to feel the weight of her concern and the depth of her affection. he glanced at her, then at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring slightly in his tired vision. his gaze returned to her, meeting her pleading eyes. "fine," he said finally, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation before mustering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "but five minutes is all you’re getting."

[allhailthefrog]

one time i had a dream where there was a death note arc where the death note notebook got replaced by a death note red solo cup that had "DN" on it in sharpie and light would kill people by drinking from it in the corner of frat parties with mikami and everytime he killed someone theyd make out and the kira police task force wanted to investigate more after the notebook disappeared but no one on the task force could bring themselves to investigate light because 1. what if theyre subconsciously targeting him bc hes gay with mikami that would make them homophobic and 2. no one wanted to ask about the cup bc everyone thought the "DN" on the cup stood for "deez nuts" and no one wanted to get deez nutted at a frat party and be embarrassed.

[trancylovecraft]

Can I get l lawliet x reader headcanons?

(DEATHNOTE) YANDERE L LAWLIET x READER: General Headcannons

Thank you for ordering!

Come back soon!

⦁ Oh wow, This isn't looking good for you.

⦁ L as a yandere is Possessive, Obsessive and you guessed it.. Manipulative.

⦁ He's possessive in the way he just won't let you go, You are his. That is that. Don't try to fight him on this, He won't listen and simply just won't care.

⦁ Obsessive in the way he must know every little thing about you. Your schedule, The way you think, What is your favourite dessert or why you act the way you do. L must know it all, It's compulsive, An itch he just can't scratch out until he figures everything out.

⦁ Manipulative is pretty explanatory. This man uses his inhuman intelligence to his advantage. After he does figure out how you think and the fundamental basics it's extremely easy to make you do the things he wants you to.

⦁ I can see this starting a few ways. I don't think you or L would ever come into contact at first, I'm imagining it that maybe you were a figure in the Kira investigation. Maybe you were Lights sibling or maybe you were just a figure he saw one day going throughout their daily life.

⦁ Either way. There was just something about you that he couldn't stop thinking about. It could've been the way you looked or something you excelled in like intelligence or a particular skill, Whatever it was it captivates him and makes him want to know more.

⦁ L will instantly use his influence to get information on your life. He's gotten access to your camera's at work, He's gotten Watari to set up cameras everywhere in your apartment and made sure to keep a log of your every move.

⦁ Anyone around you he'll instantly take a disliking to, He doesn't really know why he just doesn't like people being around you at all.

⦁ He's multi-tasking both the Kira investigation and his not-so-guilty pleasure of observing you on the side. L likes looking into the monitor, Watching as you come home as he bites his nail in interest.

⦁ Of course that's all it starts as, Simple interest. It's nothing more than that at first and he's completely content with just observing you.

⦁ But of course, If that's all it became I'd be out of a hobby. As time goes on and the investigation progresses he starts to feel strange. L doesn't understand it, It bothers him and distracts him from the investigation and makes him watch you more and more.

⦁ Watari himself has to explain to L what he's feeling and at first L shoves it off as preposterous, He doesn't believe that can be the case at all. But as time goes on and on it starts to become more reasonable than he thought, All until it becomes the accepted yet surprising truth.

⦁ Afterwards just monitoring you isn't enough to quell his obsessive urges.

⦁ L gets Watari to steal stuff from your apartment, Thing's he will replace with the exact same product once taken. Stuff like clothing, Makeup, Jewellery or special trinkets that remind him of you.

⦁ He keeps these close to him while doing the investigation, It keeps him focused for a while. L even starts eating stuff that you enjoy, Mostly your favourite treats but if you don't like sweet stuff this point is moot.

⦁ If any of the task force ask him about what these objects are doing around him L will just shoo them off. He doesn't need to explain anything to them, Besides they'll probably just shrug it off as another one of his quirks.

⦁ Watari is really the only one okay with this. If this keeps L focused on the investigation and his detective work then he doesn't care, If not pity you a little bit.

⦁ Eventually even the objects surrounding you is too little for him. L needs you, He can't think straight when its not about you. He momentarily sets aside the investigation until he's got you in his clutches.

⦁ You've been living your normal life this entire time, You're completely unaware of everything that's been going on. So when you enter your work the next day you're suddenly met with your boss, Who tells you that you're fired.

⦁ You are shocked. You've been doing everything right, Getting your assignments in on time and have generally been a pleasure to work with. When you ask them however your boss tells you that you've been slacking off and therefore let go.

⦁ You're angry and confused as you leave the building, Even more confused when a non-descript white van pulls up out of nowhere and you're suddenly tossed inside by a squad team.

⦁ You're thrown to the back, Mouth duct-taped and your hands tied behind your back. While L would've manipulated you into his hold before he just couldn't wait to have you anymore.

⦁ Besides, Now that he got you fired from your job there's no one left to report your missing file. You have no family and your rent is being paid off by him, There's no one who will miss you.

⦁ After this, You two will enter the domestic stage.

⦁ You'll be confined to a single room with basic necessities. Bed, Bathroom and a few books for entertainment also with a single TV. You're confused and terrified once it turns on and a single "L" appears on screen.

⦁ He explains to you your situation and why you are here. Stating the fact that he's in love with you without any emotion or feeling whatsoever making you horrified and baffled to what's happening

⦁ Watari delivers your meals being mostly your favourite food. L knows it from all the times he's been watching you and it's one of the only comforts in this place

⦁ You'll not see L in person. Sometimes he comes back on the TV to give you announcements or orders but on rare occasions he'll try to start up mindless conversation, To which you ignore easily in favour of your stubbornness.

⦁ Every time you go to sleep, In the deep hours of the night you can swear you feel someone running their fingers through your hair. Sometimes you can barely make out whispers not coming from the TV anymore and sometimes you can even feel a body cuddle up next to you. But as soon as you try to awaken you instantly fall asleep with the single prick in your neck as a reason why.

⦁ The Kira taskforce will have no clue about you. Especially once Light is in the fold he makes sure to make it known to only himself and Watari for your protection and not to give Kira any blackmail.

⦁ L will provide whatever you request. More books, Blankets or different food though it all goes through a screening process to make sure it's safe or isn't anything you can use to escape.

⦁ Then again, If you do escape there is absolutely no way it's staying that way for long.

⦁ L will put your face on no flight lists. Watari will be 24/7 focused on finding you again, Police will be informed and told that you're a major suspect in the Kira investigation and will be patrolling for you.

⦁ Once you're forcibly pushed back into his arms that's when you finally get to see the bastard. Sitting there in such a weird position as he scolds you with a mechanical look on his face.

⦁ You know you'll never get away as he places you on his lap, Whispering little passive-aggressive remarks into your ear. You know you can't fight back either with your wrists restrained.

⦁ All you can do is sit there and hope to whatever god is up there is that it's all just a bad dream

[manias-wordcount]

No Chance at All (Light Yagami)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Seven: Collaring

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You think you can pinpoint the exact moment things changed for the worse.

And you think that exact moment was when Ryuzaki died.

You were never told much about the Kira investigation to begin with. You were just supposed to be Light’s little girlfriend. Someone who barely escaped the fate of being a repeat fling because you were too shy to ask if he could be your boyfriend. Far too confused and full of anxiety to really know what’s going on. And far too much of a fragile for any criminal mastermind to share his secrets with. 

After all, the way you broke down in a stuttering, lost mess- afraid that you were going to end up like Kira’s many victims did more to make the officers in the room have pity on you than suspect you. And the way you cried real tears and sobbed so hard you had to empty your stomach in the bathroom when you saw Ryuzaki’s body go cold with death in front of you only certified two things many were already starting to believe. One, that you weren’t a criminal. And two, any connections you had to criminals were unknown to you. For you were a sweet girl. But you were a walking liability at heart too.

That’s why Light didn’t tell you anything until recently. 

He didn’t tell you until Ryuzaki was dead and the task force got to see Light comfort his soft, fragile, mourning girlfriend. His girlfriend, who had an appropriate reaction to a boy the two of them had gotten close to. He didn’t tell you until he slipped that pretty little engagement ring on your finger. A ring with a big and heavy stone that only seemed to shine with the promise that a bright future just may be in store for you. He didn’t tell you until he was sure things would change. Until he was sure he had you wrapped around his little finger. And now?

“Don’t bother trying to take that thing off.”

He’s wrapped around your neck instead.

That thing in question is a simple little strip of black material that encircles your neck while a tiny little gem dangles in the front as its centerpiece. It looks simple, yet tasteful. Something that goes with almost every color. Something that goes with every style. Something that goes with almost every occasion too- from casual to formal. Something that nobody would ever question why you never take it off. Something that nobody would ever notice that you can’t take it off. Ever. Not without help. Not without Light.

“I’ll know exactly if do,” Your fiancé continues as he levels his gaze at you, telling you practically everything you need to know with just one single look. A look that sends shivers down your spine almost instantly. Despite the fact that you tower over him while standing now that he’s sitting in his office chair, you still like you’re completely at his mercy. Though you suppose the way he narrows his dark eyes at you and stares you down like you are and will always be his prey doesn’t help. And the way he sits in his chair, posture relaxed and legs spread wide for you to stand between help with this feeling either. But perhaps worse of all? “You don’t want to make me come home from work to deal with you, right?”

The way he has you holding up the edge of your nightgown to your chin so that Light can rub slow circles into your clit while he gives you a set of warnings about your new collar is what makes you feel the most powerless in the situation. Because you are. Because that’s simply who and what you are not for him. 

Powerless.

“I-I’ll be good,” A quick promise spills from your lips. You’re afraid of attempting more with Light watching you so intently as that finger of his continuously rubs circles into your sensitive clit. It’s hardly enough stimulation to get off properly. But you can’t help but rock into his touch and gasp out every now and then whenever he moves in a way that makes you feel almost a little too good. So good that you’re tempted to ask him to slip them inside of you. Just for a little while. Just long enough for you to remember what it’s like to feel full.“I won’t take it off, I swear.”

Almost instantly, Light relents. It comes with a small smile. One only you get to see. 

“Good girl.”

Not that he ever had any reason to doubt you. You’ve been so good for him thus far. Never put up much of a fight. Never did anything but cry silently and barter desperately when he told you that the pretty little necklace he wrapped around your neck would tell him your exact location at any given moment. Never even touched that notebook of his that he once explained to you in great detail about the kind of power it holds.

You were far too afraid. Of him. Of running. Of telling someone- especially those who you know could actually do something about the situation. Because you know Light’s too powerful. Because that book of his can kill without discrimination. Because you know that every day you stay inside his house and wear the ring he gave you and entertain the idea of taking on his family name is all just another reason Light reminds you why you’ll just be considered an accessory to his crimes. It’s just another reason Lights gives to you to make sure you stay.

Because he doesn’t want to have to scare you anymore than he already has. And he doesn’t want to have to resort to hurting you either. After all, he fell in love with the person he first came across all those years ago. He fell in love with the girl he thought was too soft and fragile and sweet to belong to anyone else. The very same girl he’s willing to risk everything for. The very same girl who now fuels his fight for justice. The very same girl that you somehow managed to keep being today- despite everything you’ve been through since meeting him. Despite everything that’s changed since Ryuzaki died.

That’s why he only shares this smile around you. That’s why he kisses you every chance he gets and reminds you of just how much he adores you in between the thinly veiled threats and the sweetest of compliments. That’s why he gets up from his chair and goes to kneel on the ground while urging you to stand a little closer. That’s why he has no qualms about looking up to you once more once he gets into position. Especially now that he’s guiding your pussy to rest against his awaiting tongue so he could leave for work with the taste of you on his lips. 

It’s because things have changed. But this is exactly where he wants them to be. This is exactly where he needs them to be. And you’re powerless against this. You’re powerless against his control of the world. You’re powerless against his control of the relationship. You’re powerless against this stupid necklace that only Light has the key to. You’re powerless against it all. But…

When you hear him speak your name? When you feel him hold you close? When you experience him taking care of you? With his money. With his status. With his connections and fame and power. With his fingers. His tongue. His cock. You find that it’s hard to remember what’s so bad about a man who loves you so. You find that it’s hard to recall a time when you didn’t have him. You find that it’s hard to imagine a world without now too.

Because is it really so bad if you decide to keep quiet? Is it really so bad if you play by all the rules so you don’t get hurt? Is it really so bad of you to keep silent about all his crimes when he says ‘I love you’ like he means it? Is it really so bad that you do nothing? Do nothing- except come to one day love him back. You’d like to think it’s not. You’d like to think it’s not so bad. You’d like to think that you’re still a good person. You’d like to think that you’re fiancé is not a murderer. You’d like to think a lot of things.

But it’s out of your hands now. It’s been out of your hands for a long, long time now. Not that it matters much anymore. Not that you could have done anything. Because in your mind, things changed when Ryuzaki died. But to Light? Things changed when he first saw you. Things changed when he first found you. Poor sweet you. Poor fragile you. Poor soft you. Poor powerless you. It was almost like you didn’t have a chance to begin with.

It was almost like you didn’t have a chance at all.

[corviiids]

I found your recent post refreshing to say L does have a capacity to care for/be mindful of people vs Outright Rude Asshole since I've always thought the former was more interesting, so my interpretation on one aspect got too long here:

https://www.tumblr.com/tunesykari/772615346912968704/on-the-scenes-where-ukita-gets-killed-by-misa-on?source=share

ANYWAYS my question was: what is your interpretation on L's mindset in relation to Ukita's death scene and/or when pissed off Aizawa quits the task force? Or, really, where is the line for you to interpret when L Actually Cares For Someone vs He Definitely Doesn't, and the difference of how he acts on it, especially where it overlaps with people's social expectations of him? Hopefully that made sense lmao

thank you, and thanks for sharing your thoughts! under the cut. you'd think I'd run out of things to say about L Lawliet but no apparently I can just go on forever

my view is that L always cares about people and about preserving human life, but he ironically cares about it in the same way that light does: in the abstract, as an overarching value, but never as a first priority. L wants to save lives because it is the right thing to do. i acknowledge that secondarily, allowing people to die, in the game he's playing with Kira, counts as a "loss" to him. that's definitely a factor. however i do genuinely believe the preservation of life is important to L for its own sake. it's just that it's not the be all and end all. it's a value he holds, but it's one he can compromise.

how do i put this. it's the trolley problem, right? L is playing the trolley problem. (so is light.) the key thing is that the scale has been blown up. it's not "allow one person to be hit by a trolley so five people aren't". it's "someone is out there killing a hundred people every five minutes, and if you hit this one person with a trolley, it gets you five minutes closer to finding the killer, so that's a hundred people who don't have to die." it's very utilitarian. it makes sense. but say your number one value as a person is to prevent deaths. any number of deaths is unacceptable. intolerable. the trolley problem would pose a completely unwinnable situation for you, because you wouldn't be able to conceive of killing one to save five as a more moral or acceptable choice. both outcomes would be unacceptable. in a more abstract scenario such as the one above, even more unacceptable. but not to L. (and not to kira.) this is basically exactly the conversation that happens during the yotsuba investigation. soichiro and memory-loss light want to arrest the yotsuba group immediately, because they're about to kill a number of people, and light and soichiro want to save those people. L wants to wait, because they might save those people, but they won't catch kira. as long as kira is at large, more people will die. so the number of lives saved increases, in the abstract, if they allow this small number of people to be killed. you see how in a twisted way this all comes back to the same core value of "wanting to save lives"? it basically turns on WHY you want to save lives. soichiro wants to save lives because life is sacred, but for L, it's a numbers game. it's about quantity. it's utilitarian.

in terms of the ukita question specifically, i think the answer is just that L is human just like anyone else. he doesn't want his associates to die. i think he cares about the task force, not fiercely or devotedly, but he does care. if the question is "when does L actually care for someone vs when does he not" i would say that if he cares for someone he always cares for them, but i would probably ask a different question, being "what does caring about someone look like for L?" and my answer to that would be that he wants them to live, he will take drastic measures to ensure they live (eg matsuda), but it's not the case that he would do absolutely anything to ensure that happens. if the choice was between their life and the whole world, he'd let them die if he had to. it would upset him, but he would. the thing with the ukita situation is that L prevents aizawa from going to the scene specifically because he knows that being at the scene will not do anything to further the cause or save any lives. if aizawa goes, he will die as needlessly as ukita does, so the obvious answer is not to let him go because there's no benefit. would the answer change if sending aizawa might save ukita? probably. would it change if it MIGHT save ukita but it MIGHT also be that they both die? less clear. could honestly go either way.

the aizawa quitting scene is a funnier one. one of the things that makes L such an interesting and unique character is that he lies directly to the narrative and to the reader repeatedly on so many occasions that often the actual truth just never comes out. normally liar characters will get some kind of debrief here and there where their lying comes up again, but L just lies a lot and then the story moves on. so it honestly is hard to know exactly what he meant by that scene. many different interpretations could be true. it could have been a test, as the text says it was. but i also like your interpretation (that it was an attempt to get aizawa to quit for the sake of his family), it's very plausible in my view! i also think he wasn't lying about liking aizawa, but i also think he never would have said it out loud if he hadn't been trying to get the last word haha.

finally, i think L just has a really strong ability to distance himself from his own feelings. not to deny them or repress them, but to compartmentalise really effectively and consider and evaluate them with as much weight as he needs to compared to other factors at place, like, he's very self-aware. he's aware that his behaviours are childish and competitive at times. he even states flatly that in a situation where his life is at risk, he will lose some of his objectivity. that was a great one for me, because i think it's the most rational approach to acknowledging emotions. fake intellectuals who campaign for "ohhhh logic only no emotions!!!!!!" are idiots - you'll never do away with your emotions, they will always affect you, and so the logical thing to do is actually to just acknowledge them and factor them in, including the somewhat paradoxical fact that at times you won't be able to factor them in. that's what L's doing. L never denies that he has emotions and he doesn't try to hide them beyond protecting himself. he knows that he's afraid to die and that it might affect his judgement, so he distances himself enough to acknowledge that fact, factors it in as best he can, accepts it, and moves on. so when i say he's distant from his emotions, i don't mean it in a way that suggests L's relationship with his emotions is unhealthy. i actually think it's pretty functional. he's quite in touch with himself. my point is that L could care about someone very much and still prevent his care for that person from changing what he does.

anyway, i think the answer is that L is someone who does care about people, but for whom caring about people is barely a factor in terms of deciding his behaviour. he's not uncaring, he's just ruthless. if it's possible to save everyone, he will. if he's not, he'll save as many as possible even if it means sacrificing a few himself, because it's a numbers game. if he can save the people closest to him, he will. he wants to. but he doesn't have that many people close to him, so it doesn't come up much, anyway.

[gh0stbeeee]

The Kira Investigation as a reality TV show (kind of like the office)

Like, literally everything is the same, but it's recorded. The rules are: there is a team with a head investigator (L), and they are given information to sort through every day until they find Kira. The plot twist is that Kira is on the Investigation team (Light.) They all live together in the hq like bb, and occasionally wild card people will be thrown in to be dealt with (Naomi, Misa, Mikami, the heirs etc.)

Light would definitely be an immediate fan favorite, because the audience is in on it from the beginning. They each have their private camera talks, and Light gets to get all of his evil shits and giggles out there. He works with Ryuk (the director) to imput all of his "murders" and make plans for what Kira will do. They get along very well.

Imagine there was a very out of left field killing spree, and the camera pans to Light looking directly at it. It cuts to Light in his interview, and a giant shit eating grin slowly creeps up his face while he giggles evilly.

L catches on very quickly. There's only so many times you can wink at the camera before someone gets suspicious, and L knows something isn't right. Unfortunately, no one believes him or is willing to entertain that something besides the established rules is going on.

Half the show is the task force being goofs with Light's evil shenanigans mixed in, and the other is L losing his mind because no one believes him. Of course there is the lawlight side plot that has everyone enthralled because the drama! The betrayal! The subterfuge! The tension!

[optimisticgardenhologram]

I’m so obsessed with Mello and Near’s complicated, fascinating, heartbreaking dynamic. If only Mello wasn’t such a little shit (affectionate) and could’ve just put aside his ego and actively joined up with Near sooner, almost certainly they would have taken down Kira much sooner and he would’ve survived.

But this said, I want to propose that he already was gradually making his way there and by all evidence he WAS starting to overcome the inferiority complex that dogged him his whole life. And I think it's one of the great tragedies of the story.

To start, something imo interesting is it was always Mello that was actively tried to make their “partnership” (or situation ship, or using-each-other ship – basically helping each other however you cut it) happen, even though HE’S specifically the one that rejected it in the first place. To me it seems after the mafia raid where he lost everything, and nearly his life, Mello started to accept that Kira is his real enemy not Near. That dividing his attention and efforts between maintaining his rivalry with Near and hunting down Kira is unsustainable and ultimately futile.

First, he’s the one who came to Near, who shared more information than a simple even-ing of the playing field would require. There was a lot that Mello knew and Near didn’t about the notebook, something that only someone whose seen and used it and has interacted with the Shinigami could know. If Mello wanted to ensure he kept the lead position in their race and just wanted to not be in Near’s debt for the photo, he could have told Near something of less consequence – but instead Mello told Near THE singularly most important clue he uncovered, the critical fact needed to break open the case - the truth about 13 day rule.

Mello is the one who chooses to send leads to Near instead of continuing to work alone – I honestly think delivering Mogi was something of an unspoken peace offering. And again it was essential to Near’s investigation – Light wasn’t allowing him to speak to the Task Force team and Near wasn’t going to force the issue but he also didn’t have any OTHER leads to follow and he was in danger of stagnation. It was only because of the situation Mello created that Near was able to interview Aizawa and deduce Kira's identity as Soichiro Yagami's son, Light.

Although Near is and always has been willing to work together he never expends real effort to it. And I don't think it's out of malicious intent - this is just how Near is; it's absolutely in line with his character to not initiate, to make minimal exertion while quietly observing. But it's not that he doesn't NEED Mello's help - Near does, and he knows it. Whether it's offered willingly or just a by-product of being an observer to Mello's pot-stirring, every step forward Near's been able to make was a result of Mello's actions. And yet Near passively accepts the information and leads Mello offers him but without reciprocating at the same level. 

Near protects Mello’s photo for 4 years hoping Mello will come to him. Once he becomes aware of the fact that Mello and Halle are in cahoots he “allows” the situation to continue happening and lets Halle share information with Mello at her discretion, without really getting involved. Near tells Halle she can let Mello know what Aizawa came forth with, but to NOT tell him Kira’s identity.

Mello hypothesizes that Near might have told him what he does about Aizawa and Mogi in the hope that he'd would make some move directly against them which Near could then observe and benefit from the outcome. If that was indeed Near's intent, one can understand how it can be interpreted as disingenuous and unsportsmanlike. If anything Near's the one who holds his cards close. But to be honest...Mello isn't pissed off this time; he seems okay with it. Ultimately he chooses to change targets instead (because at this point he's independently also identified Light Yagami as L aka Kira), but by this point he seems more at peace with their pattern of give and take. 

I think the extent to which they leaned on each other, not only to reveal the fake notebook at the very end and gain the win, but literally every step of the way throughout the entire case is something that tends to be overlooked by fandom, but Near and Mello themselves are well aware of their co-dependency.

And IF Mello somehow lived through the Takada incident to see the end, I truly think the way the events panned out – with the little steps towards cooperation that happened along the way as well as knowing he was able to see and expose the most critical piece of the puzzle, the flaw in the plan that Near overlooked and would have caused him to fail  - it would have been enough to make them something close ‘equal’ in Mello's mind. 

Because he was already making his way there on his own terms, building towards something like trust; like a wet, hungry, feral kitten (sorry for the analogy LOL) to a safe home. And though it would still take time and work to build a healthy relationship, he could have accepted starting to work with Near and sharing L’s mantle. And future-Near wouldn’t end up languishing unmotivated, unhappy and alone.

Unfortunately though, Death Note is not a series for happy endings.