#deathnote l x reader

[running-with-kn1ves]

Exhaustion

A/N: Hey I should be working on everything BUT this. do NOT blame my ass if this is ooc (I can't handle criticism and I'm aware :,>)

PART 1

L Lawliet Yandere! X GN! Reader

TW: Stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive thoughts/behaviors, nonconsensual touching

It was an invasion of privacy; he knew that. It was against everything he stood for, what he strived to prevent-- an act familiar to the criminals he faced. And yet, he had no inclination to turn away, to retreat from your blackened bedroom and leave you alone in the dark. 

There was something comforting about how silent you slept. Even with your body sprawled out like a crooked starfish, with your legs tangled in sheets and clothes wrinkled, you were in pure sleepful delight. A nuclear bomb could go off outside and this little sliver of the world would remain untouched, your eyes so gentle and shut, with soft eyelashes falling against your cheeks as if it were nothing, as if an angel hadn’t fallen asleep on the softest patch of grass away from the rest of the world.

L observed you from a distance, brazen enough to take your desk chair and sit in his peculiar way as a spectator. He did not dare to disturb the sanctified corner that was your bed-laden body. 

You breathed in heavily, a quick heave through your nose that developed into a great exhale of pure exhaustion. It didn’t take a genius to see the weight witnessing your professor’s death left on you; L forgot how distressing morbidity could be for those not used to it, those who had not studied gruesome photos and rewinded videos of countless hours in crime and death. 

You shift just slightly to sling an arm over your face, the streetlight beaming in through your window and casting a glow on your eyes and hair. It made you shine which in any instance would have been mesmerizing, but currently it threatened to expose the felony your stalker was committing. 

Wobbling out of the desk chair with a catlike stare, L watched for movement as the chair creaked. His light, barefooted steps reached the curtains with a swiftness not expected of someone so gaunt. Your bedroom was curtained in complete darkness as his eyes adjusted, seeing the way your shirt rode up to expose just above your belly button, the sheets lined between your legs as you remained spread out, peaceful. It was an odd fascination he had come to realize-- not like one he had for solving crimes and convoluted mysteries, but a pleasant and simple interest in each little reaction you had. From the twitching of the tips of your fingers at times, to the way you’d swallow if your mouth was open for too long. 

Most especially the different vocalizations you made, from snore-like grunts, to hums and sighs of pleasure as your back cooled against the linen. L intended to return back to his place of distant observation, feeling a lump the size of a plum seed burrowing in his chest as he imagined you waking.

Oddly enough however, your skin caught his eye. So unbothered and untouched, barely hidden by the white background you laid upon. Human bodies were a tricky, messy thing; purely biological, and often betraying our more advanced mental capacity for what was right and wrong. But yours… Even beneath that flesh being bone and muscle and meat, it looked… right.

This must be the ‘aesthetic’ that draws so many people in, why love and lust are so often confused… L did not need to dwell on the idea to recognize this was one of the few ‘firsts’ for him.You were by no means exempt from his cynicism or brutal comprehension-- but something here spoke more to him than mere logistical sense. It was appreciation, interest.

What did you feel like, what would parts of you taste like? 

A pale, spindly hand reached out to you, gracing the exposed flesh of your midsection. You were hot to the touch, near burning; or perhaps he was just so freezingly cold. It wasn’t enough to disturb you out of sleep, just enough to send a shiver up your chest at the iciness. L’s hand found comfort resting there, his palm against the soft flesh as it rose and fell along with your chest. 

Dare he… lift his hand higher, hand jaggedly moving up to the middle of your ribcage, slowly disappearing under your shirt. It was warm there, against the heat of your skin and the air trapped against your pajamas; his palm buzzed with a kind of painless sting. 

Gracing the smooth ridges of skin, L’s fingers moved, almost in a ticklish motion as each pad searched to understand what allured him so much, what kept him here, drawing in his desperation to understand. Above all else L was an investigator, one with the all encompassing desire to expose the truth. He felt closer to an answer when he was near you, as if he could touch the reason why he was infatuated with you-- but still, he couldn’t make sense of it. There was no answer to be found, none that would satisfy him enough to leave you alone. 

You unconsciously push your shirt down with a limp hand, drawing away from the cold air creeping up your stomach.

L sharply pulls his hand away, a look of surprise almost making its way to his face. His hand stood outstretched, curled and hovering from above as he watched you shift to lay on your side. 

The anticipation keeps him alert, wondering if this will be the moment your snores turn to a panicked scream. The room is quiet, drifting… the perfect environment for a deep rest, no clear indication of a gangly body watching from the edge of your bed. Your phone occasionally lights up on the nightstand silently; it takes a wrongful amount of force to prevent L from picking it up. 

He could attempt to delude himself into thinking he was just watching over a witness, protecting you from whatever violently lurked in the shadows; whether it be Kira, or an unfriendly fly. Even going so far as to say the reason he adjusted your sheets and lingered his fingers over your hot forehead were to keep you warm, unbothered. 

 But there was no lying to himself, that immoral feeling wouldn’t be dissuaded so easily. And L wasn’t stupid enough to try and pretend he didn’t know what he was.  

The detective retook his seat in the desk chair, finding comfort in the distance between it and your mattress. This way, no movement of his would deter you from the unconsciousness he hoped to keep you in; though, was it truly for your benefit, or for his? His sunken eyes wander, grazing the soft darkness shrouding your silhouette. 

Bringing his chin to his knees, L busied himself with thoughts of what you’d look like when you woke up, how you’d act all sleepily in the morning, and if you’d be just as forgetful tomorrow as you were tonight in leaving your windows unlocked. 

[staratinia]

Drifting

This work contains smut - minors do not interact

Pairing: Fem!reader x L

Synopsis: L hears you dreaming about him.

Warnings: Explicit Smut

wc: 2.7k

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L’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, unmoving. He was staring at the screen, but not seeing it. The code could have been blank, for all the good it was doing him now. Numbers, words, leads—they floated past without sticking.

Because you were on the couch again. Sleeping. Too softly.

A blanket clung low to your hips, having slipped during the night. One bare leg was curled over the armrest, the other folded under you, and your tank top had twisted—one strap sliding off your shoulder, leaving the delicate slope of it exposed in the dim blue monitor light.

L had told himself not to look. He never listened. His knees were pulled up to his chest, toes barely brushing the chair cushion, thumb at his mouth—except he hadn’t bitten it in almost half an hour. Your breathing had changed.

He noticed it right away. Of course he did. It was slower now, then quicker. A sigh. Another. A soft little exhale that was just slightly different from the ones before. You shifted—twitched. Then murmured something.

His head tilted, just slightly. Then again. This time, he heard it.

“L…”

So quiet. He blinked once. Twice. You didn’t move again. Just lay there, lashes fluttering faintly, mouth open on another sigh. And then— “Feels so warm… wish you’d…”

The rest trailed off. But L was already frozen. Not out of fear- out of calculation. Because you were asleep. And you were talking about him. And something inside him—something low and old and deeply unprofessional—stirred.

He stood. Padded across the floor in silence. Each step measured, quiet, like he was approaching a crime scene. And maybe he was. Because what he found on that couch was dangerous.

You looked so soft like this- so unguarded. Your fingers were tucked beneath your cheek, hair sticking to your forehead, legs tangled in the blanket like you’d fought a dream and lost. And your lips? Still parted. Still warm with the echo of his name. He crouched beside the couch. “You’re dreaming about me..” he murmured lowly, not sure why he said it out loud.

And then—your eyes opened. Just barely. Glazed. Tired. But aware. You blinked up at him. Didn’t flinch- Didn’t move.

He swallowed. “You said my name.”

You glanced away. “Dreaming.”

“You sounded…” he hesitated, then let it hang.

There was a silence between you. Heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just honest.

Then- “You could’ve kept working.”

“I didn’t want to.”

That pulled your gaze back to him. That tiny truth hanging in the air between you now. You stared at him. His face in shadow. His mouth slightly open. The soft twitch of nerves behind his eyes. His eyes dragged down to your mouth..then back up.

And something shifted in the room. That tight tension that had always hummed beneath the surface between you? It cracked. Split open. Filled the space like heat rising off a slow boil.

“What are we doing?” you asked quietly.

“I should go back to my chair,” he murmured.

“You should..” you said looking at his lips as he spoke.

But neither of you moved.

Your hand slid from beneath your cheek—reached, hesitated—then rested lightly on his wrist. His breath caught again. He leaned forward. It wasn’t a kiss, at first. Just a brush. A test. A ghost of contact from his lips to yours, soft as starlight. You whispered his name again into that almost-kiss. He gave in.

The second kiss was fuller. Warmer. A pull of lips, a sigh, his hand curling over your waist as he braced himself against the couch with the other. Your fingers slipped into his hair. And he moaned. Quiet. Wrecked. Like he didn’t know he could make that sound.

And when you shifted beneath him, arching just enough that his body slipped between your legs, both of you breathless from just the kiss—he looked down at you like you were unquantifiable. And whispered: “I don’t want to stop this.” You pulled him in again.

His body trembled as he kissed you again, slower this time—like he wanted to make sure every second sank into memory. Like he wanted to feel everything and file it away, a new puzzle only he could solve. His mouth fit over yours like he’d done it a thousand times in secret, in thought, in daydreams he’d never admit to. But now? With your hands in his hair, your thigh brushing against his hip, your lips parting for him—

Now he knew. Kissing you wasn’t hypothetical. It was real.

He sank further into the space between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding up your side, careful, reverent, asking permission without a single word. When his palm settled just beneath your breast, your breath caught, and he froze—

Until you whispered, barely audible: “Yes.”

That one word made him shudder. He lowered his mouth to your throat, to the hollow just beneath your jaw, and kissed you there—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to test what your pulse did under his tongue. And God, when he felt it jump? He smiled against your skin.

“You’re warm,” he murmured. “And very… responsive.”

His fingers moved slowly, skimming under your shirt, dragging it higher. He didn’t push. Didn’t rush. But when you lifted your arms to help, he pulled the shirt off in one fluid motion and stared. You watched his throat move as he swallowed. His eyes dragged over your skin—slow, serious, like he was collecting data with each breath. But it wasn’t impersonal.

It was fascinated. Awed. “May I…” His voice trailed off. You reached for his hand and guided it to your breast. He exhaled like he’d been holding it since he woke up three days ago. His palm was warm and trembling slightly as he cupped you, thumb brushing across your nipple like he was trying to gauge the exact response. You gasped, body arching slightly beneath him, and he bit his lip, hard.

He leaned in and kissed your chest—soft, then deeper, lips parting, tongue flicking just enough to make your back arch again. His breath hitched against your skin. “I like the way you react to me,” he whispered.

You let out a shaky laugh, and he looked up at you, that strange, rare softness in his eyes—like he wasn’t used to being wanted this way. Like having you under him, letting him touch you like this, meant more than either of you could say out loud.

Then he pulled back—just slightly. Hands sliding down your sides. Hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “May I continue?” God. The way he said it. So careful. So respectful. So fucking desperate to make sure it was right. You lifted your hips for him- That was all the answer he needed.

He peeled them down slow—dragging your underwear with them—eyes fixed on your skin as it was revealed, every inch of you exposed like a secret he’d waited months to unlock. And when he saw you—all of you—he went completely still. Like he couldn’t process how real it was. How perfect. How soaked you were.

He let out a soft, shaky breath. “I’ve imagined you like this,” he whispered. “I didn’t think the reality would be so…” Another pause. “..much better.”  Then he lowered himself between your thighs. You reached for him, thinking he might kiss you again, but instead—

His mouth pressed gently to your inner thigh. Then higher. And higher. Soft lips. Hot breath. Reverent devotion. He kissed the spot just beside where you ached for him. And looked up at you.

“You said my name in your sleep,” he said quietly. “You were dreaming about this,” he said. “About me.” Then he dipped his head. And kissed you down there like it was the answer to every unsolvable problem. His tongue was careful at first—exploratory. Slow strokes, like he was testing how you tasted, how your body responded to every flick and press. You gasped. Your hands clenched the couch cushions. Your hips rose—and he held them down gently, strong hands gripping your thighs as he continued.

And then?

 He moaned against you. Soft. Desperate. Like your taste was addictive. Like you were addictive. And when his tongue circled your clit, slow and perfect, your whole body jerked and he grinned—that tiny, maddening smile you’d only ever seen when he cracked a case wide open.

“There,” he murmured. “That’s where you fall apart, isn’t it?”

You could barely breathe. He flattened his tongue and licked you long and slow, then again, then sucked, and you nearly sobbed. “L—!” He didn’t stop.

His fingers joined his mouth—two of them pressing inside, slow but steady, curling upward just enough to make you cry out. And with his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers inside you, and his eyes locked to your face, it was— Too much. You came hard.

Arching off the couch. Crying his name. Grinding into his mouth like you’d die if he stopped. And he still didn’t stop. Not until you were shaking. Not until you were begging. Not until he was certain you’d given him everything. Only then did he pull back—mouth glistening, eyes dark, and voice wrecked as he said—

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

And when you pulled him up and kissed him again—tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth— You knew this wasn’t a dream. And he’d never let you fall asleep on that couch again.

You pulled him into you—his body long and warm and trembling, arms bracketing either side of your head as your mouths met again, slow and thirsty, like both of you needed more but neither dared break the rhythm. He kissed like he thought it might vanish. Like if he didn’t memorize every second, he might wake up alone at the desk again, monitors glowing cold and blue, hands empty. He didn’t speak now. He didn’t analyze. He just felt.

You ran your hands over his back, underneath the loose shirt he always wore too large, finding heat beneath skin, shoulder blades tight with years of tension. He gasped softly into your mouth when your fingertips grazed the dip of his spine. “You’re shaking,” you whispered.

He nodded. His voice was barely there. “You overwhelm me.”

You smiled, brushing his hair back, thumb sliding gently along his cheekbone. “Is that a problem?”

“No.” He looked at you then. That look—the one that made people confess their darkest truths without meaning to. But this time, there was no calculation in it.

You kissed him again, and his hips dipped—tentative, instinctive, and completely involuntary—his clothed cock brushing your thigh, and you both gasped.

The contact stunned him. Your fingers reached for the waistband of his pants. "Let me help."

He froze—like prey—but didn't stop you. Just watched, as your fingers worked the button loose, as you tugged the fabric down, inch by inch. You felt him twitch when your palm brushed against him—hard, heavy, flushed against his stomach, the softest breath falling from his lips. He didn’t look away.

You wrapped your hand around him slowly—just once, just to feel how much he'd been holding back—and the noise he made was guttural, quiet and deep in his chest, something pulled out of him against his will.

“You shouldn’t…” he whispered, shaking. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to last.”

“That’s fine.”

His breath stuttered. And then he kissed you again—harder, deeper, needy now, hips grinding into your palm as you stroked him. You felt how much it hurt to be touched this softly, how fast it was building in him, how desperate he’d been, how long he’d imagined this exact pressure, this angle, this you.

“You… should be on top,” he breathed, a tremor behind the words. “You should… have control.”

You spoke- “I want you to have it.”

He groaned—almost whimpered. And that was it. His fingers were trembling. Not visibly, not in a way anyone else would notice—but you felt it. Where his hand gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. Where his mouth met your skin, slow, distracted, tasting, stalling.

Because L could work a 72-hour case without blinking. He could cut into a murderer’s psyche like it was cake. But sliding his cock into someone who actually wanted him?

He wasn’t built for that.

Your legs were around his waist, ankles crossed at his lower back. You were half beneath him, half guiding him, your hand around the base of his cock—hot, flushed, twitching—and he was watching your face like he was waiting for you to change your mind.

You didn’t.

So he pushed in. Slow. Cautious. Not performative, not practiced—just careful. You exhaled hard. He caught it. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “No. Just—keep going.”

He pressed in deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, hips flush with yours, breath shaky in your ear. His body was warm and tight, muscles coiled like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to relax. You tightened around him instinctively. He choked on a breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Quiet. Shocked. “You're warm.”

You almost laughed. But you didn’t. His voice had weight now. Like he meant it more than he could explain. You ran your fingers through his hair—messy, sweat-damp at the edges—and leaned in, mouth grazing his jaw. “Move, L.”

And he did. Tentative at first—like he wasn’t sure what rhythm to use, what you needed. Then deeper. More certain.

You gasped. He reacted instantly. Changed angle. Tried again. Data. Feedback. Adapt. And then it started to feel less like a pattern and more like him.

He kissed you while he fucked you. Soft, panting kisses between every thrust, like he couldn’t stop needing your mouth, your breath, your voice. His hands gripped your hips, but not to hold you down—to steady himself.

He started moving faster—messier—his rhythm breaking apart under the weight of it. The sound of skin on skin, of gasping breath, of your moans tangled in his name filled the room in place of code, keys, and cold calculation.

He was getting lost in it now—his hand gripping the couch cushion beside your head, the other on your hip, pulling you down against him as he thrust. Not fast. Not rough. Just focused. He was watching you. The way your breath hitched. The way your mouth fell open when he bottomed out. And when you grabbed his wrist and pinned it above your head, he let you. Didn’t fight. Didn’t even blink.

“You’re not in control right now,” you breathed against his neck.

He groaned. Low. Hoarse. Frustrated. “I know.”

You smiled. And then he fucked into you a little harder. Rhythm shifting. Deliberate.

“I still know where to put it.” His voice was different now. Still even. Still calm. But rougher. Like it was unraveling in real time.

Your body rolled into his—meeting him now, hips arching, thighs shaking with every thrust, and suddenly it wasn’t careful anymore. It was necessary. No confessions. No poetic declarations. Just breath. Teeth. Heat.

His face hovered over yours, dark hair falling in his eyes, mouth slightly open, gasping quietly every time he bottomed out. “You’re… close,” he muttered. Almost to himself.

You were. His fingers moved—between your thighs now, rubbing, circling, slick with your wetness and his own restraint finally cracking.

“L—fuck—don’t stop—”

“I’m not going to.”

Your orgasm hit hard. No fireworks. No screaming. Just your body locking up, your breath breaking, thighs twitching as you clenched around him, and he felt all of it. And he came right after. Head dropped to your neck. Body shivering. Not loud. Not perfect. Just real.

The sound of his breathing, the wet grind of his hips slowing, the way his hand stayed pressed to your thigh like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you.

You both lay there, tangled, sweat-slick, still joined. And he didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. Because when he finally pulled back—soft, slow, careful—and looked at you? There was no question in his eyes. Just fact.

Just you. And what you’d done to him.

While the monitors behind you kept flashing cold data to an empty desk—

[oliveishere]

It isn't that L doesn't *understand* it, but to him, the question itself is flawed. How can he be sure if he would "still love you if you were a worm," with so many unknowns? Was he present when you were changed? Or, barring that, how would he know this worm is you? Do you, in this scenario, retain your human intelligence? Or are you now stuck at the level of sentience of a worm? Of course, his feelings for you as a person would be unchanged, but to know what would become of your worm body relies entirely on these additional factors.

With the blank face and thumb chewing you were met with at first, it would be easy to assume he was about to say something about not being interested in pointless, and frankly ridiculous, hypotheticals. But no, the boy was simply baffled you could expect him to draw conclusions from such a broad question. What was supposed to be a quick interaction to ease a silly anxiety became an entire conversation, with diagrams and logic trees. And it was decided, after a long, in-depth discussion, that if you are ever to be turned into a worm for whatever reason: you should curl tightly into a ball so that he can identify you.

[trancylovecraft]

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

L himself would show his love in a very cold and distant manner. One minute he could be shoving you away, Another he's forcing you to sit in his lap, A plate of cake in his right hand while his left types away at his computer.

But no matter what it will always seem distant and detached, Never putting in much effort. Though mistaking that for carelessness wouldn't be a good observation..

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As messy as he needs to be. L doesn't see the purpose in unnecessary violence. If he needs someone dead then he'll do it in the most efficient way possible to him. Though I wouldn't put it past him to say that there may be a sadistic streak if he was pushed a bit too far.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'll treat you coldly and methodically. When you're in captive you'll be treated like an animal in the zoo. Your needs will be carefully tended to every day, On a schedule, Tailored to your preferences and your general requirements.

I wouldn't say L would be cruel, However I would say he would be distant and your time in captivity will be VERY lonely.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Apart from the occasional affection- I'd say that you'd be under surveillance at all times, Your privacy being taken away from you. Even before you were taken you were monitored in your own home. In the bathroom.. The bedroom.. Everywhere.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

L bares absolutely none of his heart to you, At all. He doesn't show his emotions or feelings towards you in his body language, And barely his words too. Don't expect much emotional comfort from this man, He's.. Not exactly the best at giving it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Or tired. If you tried fighting him then Watari would deal with you pretty swiftly, The old man having some surprising strength for his age. Even if you did get past Watari, L is pretty much a master in Brazilian jiu jitsu. You wouldn't even be able to touch L before you're dragged off back to your little cell.

L wouldn't even bat an eye, He'd just roll his eyes and continue on with his work.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

I wouldn't say it's a game for him, No, L wouldn't enjoy watching your escape at all. He'd be annoyed and rather irritated to be honest with you. By now, You should know that it's futile attempting to get away from him, So why do you keep trying?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Drugged, Sedated, All of that business. When you're misbehaving too much he'd simply drug you to keep you calm and docile. Like an animal. That or when the loneliness finally gets to you and you break down sobbing in your little cell.

There's really a lot that could be considered the worst experience to be honest with you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You, Behaving and finally understanding that he just wants the best for you. Working as his assistant and his partner in future cases.

I wouldn't say L would want a family, But if you did, I don't think L would be opposed into being talked into it.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At first, No, You wouldn't think L get's jealous. Or at least he doesn't show it. But on the inside? L is fuming, Though he certainly doesn't recognise it as jealousy. At first he tries to brush it off, But of course, If the person continues to stick around you then that's going to become a problem.

He simply knows that he does not like the person you are attentive to, And that he should get rid of them. As soon as possible.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not much different to his usual self. Though he certainly feels much.. Better, When you're around. Maybe he's a little bit calmer, Or maybe a bit more patient or perhaps elated. Though you'd need to know him for a long time to even notice these changes.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Courting? Huh? You think L is gonna court you???

Well if you consider kidnapping and stalking to be courting then sure, But I don't see him interacting with you beforehand in a normal circumstance. Maybe if things were different he'd do what he did with Light and give himself a fake identity and befriend you, But I'd only see that happening if circumstances were unique.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, To be honest. Unless you knew him for a long time and began to give into him, I doubt that he'd act any different around you. Though how he feels on the inside is a whole 'nother story.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Like a child having a tantrum. L would take away privileges if you acted out or tried to escape, And as I said previously, Would drug and sedate you if you got a bit too rowdy.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many, Except for your freedom and your access to people- Of course. L has the finances to provide you whatever you want. More space? Done. The food you want? Done. He'd even provide you internet access, All monitored though, Of course.

But of course, If you acted out he isn't opposed to taking away the rights he's left you with if you try to act out.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Inhumanly patient. L will wait years upon years upon years for you to finally accept your place here. He won't budge if you act out or try to fight him, Nor will he blow up or snap at you.

I don't see him having a breaking point, To be honest with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Sure. Maybe at first he'd be able to appear like he moved on. Go about his day. His detective work like nothing had happened.

But as the years pass by it slowly degrades at him, Rots away at him. That yearning, That love he had no idea he had for you. It'd drive him insane over the years, The one thing that gave him that euphoria he never knew he had.

He'd never be able to move on. And it might just be the end of him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Not in the slightest, No. L wouldn't feel guilty. At the very most he'd be aware that what he was doing was selfish. But he wouldn't care and wouldn't let you go. Besides, He's taking care of all your needs, Right? Isn't that enough?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

That inability to connect with other people, Understand others on an empathetic and emotional level. Even Watari, Who was basically his father. L never really had any idea what it was like to have a connection to someone purely built on a sense of empathy and relatability before you.

So of course, He acts accordingly.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd feel a little bit apathetic towards your crying and screaming, Knowing that you'd calm down after a while. Most he'd do for you is get Watari to bring you some tissues or even a little something to cheer you up like food or drink if he's in the mood.

Isolating yourself? Oh, No, No. You couldn't do that even if you tried. Even if he's not there in person, The dozens of cameras monitoring you is enough for him to stay close to you in spirit. You wouldn't be able to isolate yourself, As long as he's got an eye on you that is.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

L not showing his actual feelings through his demeanour. Definetly. While the classic yandere is driven quite boldly insane by their love for someone, L doesn't display that at all in his body language.

He's just as insane, If not a little more than the classic yandere though. Just not good at showing it.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not much. The best I can give you is if L is invested in a case similar to the Kira one. If you play your cards right and bargain with someone like Light, Then maybe, Just maybe, You might have a chance.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only if he deemed it COMPLETELY necessary, Otherwise. If you're not feeding yourself, If you're in a situation that requires it- L would hurt you. He might even feel a little bad about it, Too.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He wouldn't worship you like a deity but he would hold you higher in status above everyone else. You're more interesting, Better than the others. You certainly are the closest thing he'd consider to be sacred and the lengths he would go to win you over would be subtle but far.

He'd research everything about you, Everything you love and hate. He might not seem like the kinda guy to care, And honestly he doesn't think he is either.

But he wants you to love him back, No matter how much he denies it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Maybe a few months, Maybe even a few years. He'll stalk you for as long as he feels like before taking you. Maybe a breaking point for him doing so being you getting a partner, Or if you got into some kind've danger.

It could take a good long while is what I'm tryna say.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I can definetly see L doing so. Days in isolation in white padded walls will make just about anyone go a little bit bonkers in the head.

L would feel conflicted. One one hand you aren't putting up a fight anymore, But on the other you're just not you anymore. And L isn't sure which one he values more.

[ladyzayismultifandom]

The Kiss of Death

L Lawliet x Fem!Reader Genre: awkard cute fluff with everyone's favorite detective

Description: On the ongoing mission to take Kira down, L and Y/N must sacrifice their dignity when Light (intentionally) messes up their excursion. A/N: This is pre-cuffed L and Light era btw! And f/n = fake name.

Kira is still on the loose taking innocent people lives and with no concrete evidence to the existence of the “Death Note” or “Shinigami’s” Lawliet was put into a corner. He was 98% sure that Light Yagami was Kira purely based on vibes but nothing else that serves as evidence has worked. Close surveillance in his house has been a little useful but he hasn’t cracked him just yet. Light was good. Too good.

After ruthless nights of arguing Watari thought it would be a good idea to call in reinforcements from the infamous Wammy House where L was raised. Those reinforcements were you. You’ve never been to Japan before but you were excited to help an old friend. With an IQ of 150 and cunning eye for detail you would be a great asset to the task force. Once he find out you were on your way L sent you a file with all the information he found along with a detailed list of all the task force members. You got everything you need to know but you hate that fake name he came up with.

When you got off the private jet Watari sent you, Matsuda and Light were waiting for you at the end of the stairs.

“So he sent the killer right to me. Interesting” You thought. You took a good look of Matsuda. He was a good man, socially awkward, probably a bit annoying, but a good cop. He fidgeted with his fingers the more you looked at him. Meanwhile Light didn’t seem bothered at all. He stared right back but not at you. It was like he was staring deep within your soul and if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the tiny smile fighting to break out. He was definitely up to something but what?

Taking off your sunglasses you walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Matsuda who held it like a fragile piece of of fine china. He raised it up and kissed it which wasn’t something you were expecting but flattered either way.

“Enchante, I’m f/n” You offered your hand to Light as well to which he firmly shook for a second and let go. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you. Matsuda was ever the gentlemen who might be confused of your customs but has good intentions. Light shook your hand like a man trying to prove himself. He wanted you to think he saw you as an equal when that couldn't be farther than the dark truth that lie beneath. This case is going to be good.

“I’d like to speak to Ryuzaki alone if that’s okay. “ You asked the task force after meeting everyone officially. Watari escorted them all out leaving you and your sugar fiend friend alone. For a moment you sat in silence until it felt safe to speak.

“Lawliet”

“It’s Ryuzaki”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Then you put me at risk f/n.” You roll your eyes at the way he refuses to use your real name. You were alone after all.

“How could I put you at risk when we both know that Kira is Light?” You put your cup of tea up to him and he puts three sugar cubes in there. At the Wammy House, every child had their thing and yours is tea which goes perfectly with cake hence the beautiful friendship you have with Lawliet now.

“So you believe me?”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well-

“Other than that.” You took a sip.

“I know it’s him. I need evidence. That’s why you’re here f/n”

“Does anybody other than Watari and I know you’re real name?” He shook his head no. Perfect. A plan was brewing.

Weeks go by and you get to know everyone. Sadly the result was still the same. Light was definetly Kira but he had help. Originally you thought his father was in on it but after personally interrogating him it became clear that Soichiro Yagami did not know or even consider that his son could be a criminal nonetheless a cold blooded killer. Lights girlfriend Misa Amane on the other hand only pretended to be a bimbo everyone thought she was. If she wasn’t so head over heels over Light she might have been a great force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the charismatic cult-like charms of Light got to her before then. She's the perfect fall person if things went south for him. There’s was another accomplice helping Light get away with his crimes but his identify has been tough to crack. You’ve searched for people under the name Ryuk and haven’t found anything so far. Looking back at the early surveillance tapes of Light in his room it did look like he was trying hard to ignore something on his mind. Could it have been someone there? Someone the camera didn’t catch? Is this the power of a shinigami?

Another day with the task force trying to find all the things in common with Kira's victims besides how they die you turn to genius next to you.

“Ryuzaki?”

“Yes f/n”

“Let’s go out” Matsuda almost choked on his spit making you burst into a laughing fit. Lawliet was not amused.

“I assume you mean all of us?” He says not even sparing you a glance as you teasingly look at him.

“Of course. What else would I mean? A day off would be nice right boys?” You look at the rest of the men who are relieved to hear that except Light. Just like Lawliet, he didn't look too amused. You smirk as you take a sip of tea.

“You did that on purpose” Lawliet mumbled

“You love it.” You whispered before turning around in your spinny wheelchair. Stretching your arms before you do a big clap that makes the whole task force except Light and Lawliet jump. You smile.

"So who wants to go on a little excursion tomorrow? I'm sure Kira wouldn't mind if we didn't hunt them for a day. "

"Until they kill someone else." Light claims

"And then I'll know it's you," Lawliet says. The two stare menacingly at each other.

"Let's not point any fingers. Light is still not 100% in the clear yet but he's also a part of the team. It could be Matsuda for all we know" Your innocent joke lightened the mood making all the men chuckle to themselves. Little did they know they were all pawns in your game.

"Yes... matter of fact Light why don't you set up an excursion for us? I'm sure you have friends that travel locally and if you're not Kira nothing will go wrong and Ryuzaki can relax. Right?" You suggest.

"And if you are I'll have the pleasure of putting you behind bars."

"Fine. If that's what it takes." Light says. The familiar tugging at his lips starts but they never go into full bloom as if he's trying to hide it. Tomorrow you're finally going to find out what his game is and who he's playing it with.

Later that night when you were alone drinking tea while Lawliet ate cake the two of you discussed all the possible mistakes Light could make to prove he's Kira to everyone. Killing someone would be too obvious but he could make it look like an accident or even frame another person on the task force so that was possibility number one. Possibility number two is he finds a way to get Misa alone to do his bidding. That would be the easiest thing to do to get him out of the clear for everyone else but not the two of you since you know she's his accomplice. To prevent that from happening, you'll have Matsuda or Soichiro keep a close eye on her the entire excursion. There was another possibility that you didn't bring up on purpose. This was because if Lawliet knew he would be totally against it seeing as it would put him at risk but you realized the unusual pattern of all Kira's victims a long time ago. They all die of a heart attack, most have some kind a criminal record of some kind or they know Kira true identity before they die. Most importantly Kira's victims full name are always on public record except the one he wants to kill the most which sparked an idea. What if you gave Light L's real name? Would he try to use it? Most importantly would it work? Along with Mello and Near you were raised with Lawliet but there is the possibility that even the name you became fond of calling him wasn’t real. Deep inside you know he wouldn’t lie to you. He can’t.

The next day Light had arranged a day in Kamakura full of fun outside excursions everyone on the task force except Lawliet appreciated. To annoy him even more the disguise you chose to display was his wife. You knew if this plan was gonna work he couldn’t look like Lights stalker the way he focuses in on him and you two work better as a team so splitting up wasn’t an option. In case Light isn’t Kira (which is highly unlikely) and Kira manages to strike while you’re out Watari is at home monitoring local crime. Keeping a close eye on Light’s reactions you wrap your arm around Lawliet giving him a supportive pat. Light face remain stoic.

“See? Kira wouldn’t kill us in the middle of a crowded area like this. “ Matsuda happily claims as he holds up his oversized binoculars to look at The Great Buddha.

“In a crowd like this no one would notice anyway.” Lawliet mumbles.

“Oh don’t be such a hermit! You loved playing outside with me when we were children.” You say trying to gauge the boys but to your surprise the only one who asked was-

“Ryuzaki and f/n grew up together?!” Misa acts surprised. Oh to peak into her little mind.

“I was studying human interaction”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear” You kiss his cheek before dragging him by hand along and joining Matsuda ahead as he excitedly leads the pack.

“Is it me or is f/n enjoying her role a little too much?” Kanzo whispers to Soichiro who shrugs.

“We’ve been working hard the past few weeks. I’m sure she’s just having a little fun besides I don’t think it’s exactly one-sided.” Soichiro chuckles

Throughout the day the seven of you walk around every shrine, zen garden, and temple you can get close to while remaining a safe distance from Light and Misa who didn’t seem to be plotting anything just yet. Just two teenagers who might be serial killers without a care in the world. Lawliet grew frustrated.

“F/N”

“Yes, dear?” You tease but can’t help it when his cheeks turn a rosy red for a second.

“When exactly is this plan of yours supposed to start?”

“Patience honey all will make sense soon” You whisper seductively in Lawliets ear pulling him in to your embrace wrapping your arms around his neck. Begrudgingly knowing his role Lawliet wraps his arms around your waist in reciprocation. You notice Light staring at the two of you. From where he’s standing it looks as if you two are sharing secrets. He tries to hide his look of suspicion when you make eye contact but it’s too late. Like a spider you’ve spun him in your web making him helplessly anxious and maybe even frightened. Unable to contain it you smirk at him

“That’s right. You should be afraid” You whisper still in Lawliet’s embrace. For the first time all day he chuckles.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re turned on right now y/n” He whispers in your ear just as seductively as you did earlier. Given how awkward and standoffish he can be at times you didn’t know he was capable of that.

“Lawli- Ryuzaki!” You shriek but for a moment his hands squeeze your body. You almost said his real name out loud. Too loud. Did Light hear it? Shit

“Careful dear people will think you’re cheating on me” He says jokingly but you know it’s a threat. No, a promise. While you planned to leak it anyway to see if Light would try to kill him this is not how you wanted to come out. Shit shit shit.

And yet if you weren’t turned on before. You are now. Something about him matching your energy while being so close just did something to you and even though he’s a little pissed off he’s still hot.

“I’m gonna get you back for that”

“Likewise f/n” further emphasizing how pissed he is.

After walking for the majority of Lights excursion filled day in Kamakura the task force grew exhausted. Too tired to do anything else Light and Matsuda called around for places to retire for the night before returning to work tomorrow. Soichiro drove the rental to a spot near a beach, real low key vibes, perfect place for a late night swim with Lawliet. He’d never go for it. The seven of you were to be split rooms. Naturally you and Misa were in one room. Soichiro, Kanzo, Matsuda, and Light in the next room. Lawliet gets his own room so he can have a private discussion with Watari. This was the plan everyone agreed to until you got there.

“I’m sorry we only have one room left but if you five gentlemen don’t mind the hotel a little further down I can reserve a room for you” the hotel receptionist says. Looks like you and Misa are stuck here alone-

“I’ll stay with you” Lawliet stepped up.

“But who will watch Ligh-“ He cut you off

“I said I’m staying”

“Besides I think we can trust Light now,“ Shock was what you saw on Light's face now. If only for a moment but there was shock. Whatever plan there was to kill Lawliet might be dead now but then again this could've been a part of his plan all along.

When the two of you walked into the hotel there was one bed. As children sleeping together was better than being in cold bunks but as adults this predicament was a bit...awkward.

He let you shower and change into your pajamas first but as you wait in bed going over all your notes on Kira a nervous feeling stirs inside you. What if he mentions what happened earlier? What if he doesn't because he has other plans of ruining your life for almost ending his? Is he about to get in this bed with you?

"I hope you're not overthinking what happened earlier." He broke you out of your funk. You didn't even realize he had already gotten out of the shower. "I already gave Light my real name once. It won't work Y/N"

"Then why-"

"I figured if you were going to put my life in danger I'd scare you a little too. Reminds me of when we were kids." He laid down next to you in bed. For years there's been an invisible line between you that you so desperately wanted to cross.

A line you want to cross now more than anything.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn your body towards him but he remains on his back, facing the ceiling.

"Shoot"

"Do you remember when we were teenagers Mello locked us in a closet and I kissed you on accident but you wouldn't let me go until Watari let us out?"

"Yes"

"This feels a lot like that" He smiles as his body curls towards you.

"Are you saying you want to kiss me Y/N?" You scooted closer to him smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You leaned over him practically inches away from his lips yet he didn't flinch. He didn't move away but he didn't move any closer. He was just there. So you sighed and leaned ba-

"Please" He grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back to him. He had a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

" In case I die"

"Wha-" He met your lips with his before you could ruin it. The two of you were alone. Truly alone for the first time in years and this time if it were his last Lawliet was going to get what he wanted almost as bad as he wanted Light behind bars. You.

You leaned down into his embrace not letting a breath escape between your lips. If you were going to die tonight it would not be Kira and you were okay with that.

The next day on the ride home neither of you spoke a peep making it seem like you'd gotten into a fight. Nobody really needed to know what really took place. When everyone went home for the day you were at it again neglecting the surveillance cameras and carefully watching Light. If this is how he gets you both so be it.

May the kiss of death satisfy the Gods that be.

A/N: HAPPY FLUFFTOBER!!!

[kym-m]

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

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

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

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

“You’re purposely ignoring me,”

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

“I was.”

“Why?”

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

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

“Eerie.” You mutter.

“Me?” He retorts, his tone was blank.

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

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

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

“We’re dating..” 

“We are.”

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

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

“Is it? Elaborate.”

You sigh, trying to look for the right words.

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

“Am I not fond?”

“Ah—...are you?”

“I am.”

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

“That’s not necessary.” He hums. 

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

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

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

“I guess,”

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

“Let’s go on a date,” he suggests.

“Outside?” You ask.

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

“Sorry.” You grumble.

“Let us arrange it later,”

“We’re here.”

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

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

[ariseur]

i can never get sick of this i rewatched death note just finished it for like the fourth time and im still crying

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L x Reader: The billionaire and the Prostitute Chapter Guide

You're a prostitute, paid incredible sums by a small handful of rich clients. L is...L. Busy. Rich. In need of your services. And for ¥10,000,000 a session, you're happy to oblige him. But...what if things get messier? What if love enters the scene?

chapter 0: the inspiring ficlet

Chapter 1: The Hook, the line, and the sinker

Chapter 2: do you think about him too?

Chapter 3: Euphonious

Chapter 4: Nails

Chapter 5: holiday

Chapter 6: comfort

Chapter 7: Worry

chapter 8: France

Chapter 9: gift-giving

Hiatus minis:

Mini 1- L's Daily notes

Mini 2- L's research

Mini 3- Reader's to-do

Chapter 10: company

Chapter 11: past

Chapter 12: confession

[littlebugsbraindump]

L LAWLIET X Y/N HEADCANONS!!

(not my picture!)

Sorry this took me so long to get around to!

I hope you enjoy it <3

• Will wake you up to bounce ideas off of you. Doesn’t even care if you give him feedback - he just wants to yap about his thought process.

• doesn’t cook often but is surprisingly good at it. That is… when he’s not too lost in thought… good thing he keeps a fire extinguisher in the kitchen…

• he doesn’t sleep very often, but once the sleep deprivation starts getting to him, he can get a bit clingy. He needs convincing to slow down and get some rest, but cuddles are a good method.

• likes to closely observe you, taking in all your details. He knows every intricacy of your being. He always notices instantly if anything has changed.

• likes to play games of luck with you, since strategy games against him are pretty much useless and he knows this.

• a sore loser. Pretends to pout to make you feel sorry for him. He’s childish and he knows it. Then again, the pouting usually ends up in him getting a forehead kiss, so… maybe he’s onto something…

• Again, will wake you up at stupid hours of the night just to have your company. somehow he finds his way into your room even when you lock the door… but of course, he’d stop if you asked him to.

• can occasionally be found in a dark room with headphones on blaring the loudest most chaotic noise possible. Also likes 2000s scene pop.

• if not the chaos music, he is also fond of ocean sounds… that is, until he gets so absorbed in it that he feels like he’s drowning and freaks himself out…

• likes puzzle games like sudoku or crosswords. He frequently sends you his latest records and challenges you to beat his scores

• goes through your spam emails and cleans it out for you.

• yes, he will buy you pads/tampons if needed. He doesn’t see what the fuss about it is.

• seems a bit distant, but you better believe he gets secretly anxious about you. When you’re out late, when you’re sick, when he doesn’t know where you are, if youve been sleeping or eating properly… it’s not that he’s a control freak, he’s just overly concerned for your well-being.

• is either calm and collected or acting as if somebody is dying. There is no in between.

• too much caffeine knocks him out.

• Enjoys flustering you on purpose, finding it cute when you get slightly embarrassed. Only about trivial things, though.

• is a good listener. He adores hearing you talk, and all the things you could possibly say. Be ready, though, sometimes he asks a lot of questions.

• the type of guy to actually stop tickling you when you say stop.

• watches tv with you but ALWAYS falls asleep halfway through. He’s basically never made it through a movie without falling asleep. Though, it’s usually only for a few minutes. He pretends he didn’t.

• his ears get red when hes embarrassed.

• is always hungry. Will 100% be a snack buddy at any time you want, just say the word.

• doesn’t understand insecurities you have and actually is surprisingly uplifting when you’re upset.

• he likes to buy you stuff to spoil you.

• gets irritated when you spend your money on useless stuff. “You coulda just asked me, Yknow…” // doesn’t pay you back when you go off by yourself.

• holds things over your head in a teasing sort of way.

• laughs around you

• enjoys resting his head in your lap.

• he once claimed to be allergic to dogs just to avoid going to your friends house with you. Lies.

• Shares his sweets with you, but he gets another dish for you, not really liking to share the same dishes/utensils.

• if you meet eyes from opposite sides of the room, he will wink at you. Every time. It’s a bit funny. Sometimes he ends up making himself laugh doing this.

• sometimes when he thinks no one is watching, he will be muttering to himself until he makes himself laugh.

• can’t stand getting a stomachache. He is such a baby deep down. In fact, nobody knew this about him until there was you.

• plays minecraft with you. Sucks at survival mode for some reason. Immediately built a castle out of pink wool after discovering pink sheep exist.

• is very grateful that you put up with his quirks. He knows he can be hard to deal with. He apologizes a lot.

• Goes on park dates with you. Mostly enjoys messing with the ducks. Does not enjoy getting chased by the geese.

• hides behind you when he sees a bee.

• his hands are very soft and gentle. He has the softest most careful touch of anyone you’ve ever known.

• uses a disproportionate amount of emojis. He only uses them when messaging you, though.

• play fights you when things get too quiet.

• Unexpectedly very emotionally available.

• doesn’t really like pet names, but sometimes calls you buttercup.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hii Ophe I hope you're feeling better can I ask how YOU think L would act on a pot gummy? ( it does not have to be a long thing) thxxxx kisses!!!!!!

Okay l would either do A; silent. just complete and total silence. No amount of poking, prodding or begging can get this man to speak or B; So much words. Word tornado. Word vomit. He cannot stop talking for the life of him.

A looks like this;

"L? Honey? L? Babe?" You're poking his cheeks, pulling them like a grandma would and pushing them back to make his lips pucker. He looks fine, audibly breathing but when you look at his eyes it's clear no one is home. The lights are on, he's blinking with a dopey smile and rubbing the hem of his shirt to enjoy the sensation of the soft fabric but literally no one is home.

"L? Sweetheart, talk to me. Are you greening out?" You shake his heads in your hands, trying to jiggle some sense back into your lover but his face remains void of any intelligence that suggests human life.

Eventually you give up and drop it but you continue to look over and check on him. He's unraveled himself from his usual posture and is laying like a snow angel on the carpet. You put a water bottle next to him and sometime in the next ten minutes, it slowly depletes.

You decide this is a pretty good reaction to trying weed for the first time, especially for L and just give him a gentle smooch on the cheek. You ruffle his hair a bit and make sure to place snacks next to him and when he reaches for one you lift his neck up and place his head in your lap so he doesn’t choke.

B is a bit more chaos;

He hadn’t stopped talking about sharks in ten minutes. Ten minutes of “Sharks can loose 35,000 teeth in their lifetime” and “The cookiecutter shark is very complex because..” and you’re really starting to loose it.

You know he’s smart and you really love his big brain but you didn’t realize how much of it was pumped up with shark facts. You didn’t even realize he liked sharks that much.

You hand him a water bottle because his voice has become raspy and he attempts to continue talking while drinking water, resulting in a coughing fit.

You rub his back and pat it as he chokes out, “While sharks are mainly carnivores, the whale shark is actually an omnivore.”

Once he’s done talking about sharks, and no I don’t mean he’s said all he can I mean you distracted him into a different conversation, he just rambles on and on and on about varying things. He talks about the dangers of elevators and the color purple’s meaning and so much other shit that you eventually tune him out and try to enjoy your own high.

Unfortunately when you get the munchies and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to leave him in your shared bedroom, he follows and you realize constant background noise isn’t something you can avoid.

When he finally wears himself out enough a yawn replaces a fun fact every few minutes, you happily drag him to bed and tuck him in. He mumbles nonsense, tells you he loves you to which you kiss his forehead and then tells you to make sure you put your seatbelt on before falling into snores. You set up your laptop beside him and enjoy your favorite show, occasionally glancing at your snoozing boyfriend and finally enjoying being at peace.

And when you bring up later that you didn’t realize he harbored such an affection for sharks, he gives you a strange look and says he doesn’t, sharks are boring.

[derkhue]

Light Yagami 😈

[staratinia]

The 2nd Debate: Can men tell?

Synopsis: You and the task force debate another topic: Can men tell if a woman is faking an orgasm?

Warning: suggestive topic

wc: 1.5k

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It starts the way most tragedies start: Misa’s legs across your lap, a spoon of parfait hanging mid-air, and too many men in one room.

"So anyway," Misa chirps between bites, "I faked it. Obviously."

The room suspends in time. Matt slowly lowers his goggles. Mello freezes mid-chocolate-chomp. Matsuda makes a sound like a car hitting a mailbox. Light—Light simply sets his pen down and exhales like someone just broke a vase in his soul.

"I’m sorry," Mello says slowly, turning to her like she’s a crime scene. "What the hell did you just say?"

"I faked it," Misa repeats, all sunshine and murder. "He was all, 'yeah, baby, take it,' and I was mentally checking my Amazon wishlist."

You burst out laughing.

Light cuts in, adjusting his collar like he’s trying not to strangle himself with it. "This is already spiraling. But…it is a good question."

You raise an eyebrow. "You interested in the academic pursuit of fake orgasms, Yagami?"

"I’m open to discussion," he says calmly, but his voice has that dangerous let’s-solve-this-with-math edge. "We’re clearly in uncharted territory here. So let’s clarify: can men reliably tell when a woman fakes it?"

"Absolutely not," you say.

"I can," Mello declares confidently, which is how you know he absolutely can’t.

"No," Misa says. "There’s a difference between being attentive and narrating your own p*rn script while we do all the acting."

"They can’t tell," you say, tone firm. "And if they say they can, they’re lying, delusional, or both."

"That’s bullshit," Mello snaps. "I always know."

"You always think you know," Misa corrects. "Very different."

"You think moaning means it's real?" you snort. "Sweetheart, sometimes I moan to match rhythm. Like a metronome."

"Okay, then explain what you’re doing. Lying there, giving Oscar-worthy fake moans?"

"Sometimes, yeah," you say sweetly. "Sometimes we even toss in a twitch or a leg shake to sell the performance."

Mello looks genuinely betrayed. "*You guys have moves?"

"We have full choreography."

"But why?!" Matsuda says, devastated. "Why would you fake it?"

"To get it over with," you and Misa say together, flatly.

"Sometimes," Misa adds, "it's either that or crush your ego like a wet paper cup."

Matt wheezes, slouching deeper into his chair. "So I’ve been out here doing my best and getting simulated applause?"

"You’ve been getting politely excused from the stage," You smirk.

"I hate this," Mello growls. "So what do we do? Just ask?"

"Yes," you and Misa say in unison.

"What vibe, Mello?" you say, deadpan. "The vibe where she’s faking it to your rhythm and wondering if she left the stove on?"

"Ask? In the moment? That’s insane. That ruins the vibe."

Matt holds up a hand. "Can we get a definition of a real orgasm vs a fake one, for… scientific clarity?"

"Real orgasm?" you say. "You forget your last name, your credit score drops 20 points, and you speak in tongues."

"Fake orgasm?" Misa chimes in. "You make the same sound you do when you’re stretching. ‘Oooh yes.’”

Light sighs. "Okay, so if we remove the performative aspect—sighing, moaning, tremors—what are the involuntary markers?"

And that’s when L looks up. No warning. No sound. Just death incarnate, perched on his rolling chair, eyes dark and glittering like an abyss with a Wi-Fi signal.

"There are seven."

The room screeches to a halt.

"Seven what?" Matt says slowly.

"Seven orgasmic indicators that cannot be faked consistently unless the performer is a trained actress with an unusually detailed grasp of pelvic floor biology," L says, sipping tea like he’s saying "pass the salt."

Mello blinks. "Okay. Fuck. What are they?"

L holds up his hand and counts off with his fingers:

"Spasmodic contractions in the pelvic floor—typically rhythmic and between 0.8–1.2 second intervals."

"Clitoral retraction, followed by increased sensitivity, often to the point of pain."

"Gluteal tension release. This one’s subtle- most overlook it."

"Pulse spike exceeding 140 BPM."

"Pupillary dilation. Irregular breathing."

"Immediate shift in verbal capacity—loss of coherent speech or substitution of language with unintelligible vocalizations."

"Post-orgasmic awareness lag. A woman who came will take 7–23 seconds longer to respond to nonsexual stimuli."

Everyone stares.

"You just know that?" Misa breathes.

"I wrote my thesis on it," L replies. "It was titled 'The Climax Conundrum: Detecting Deception in Post-Coital Behavior.'"

Light looks over slowly. "I want to read that."

"You can’t," L says. "I submitted it anonymously to avoid social consequences."

"Too late," you say. "The social consequences are here."

"Jesus," Matt breathes. "You’ve been researching."

"He’s been collecting data," you say, squinting. "L, do you have a spreadsheet for this?"

"I do," L replies. "It’s color-coded and anonymous. Except Mello's entry. His was emotional."

"I never filled that out," Mello snaps.

"You screamed it aloud in the kitchen," Near says. "That counts as consent."

"I’m surrounded by freaks," Mello mutters. "I just want to be able to tell when a girl’s not into it. That’s it. Why is that so hard?"

"Because you think ‘being into it’ looks like a bad adult video" Misa says. "Meanwhile, real orgasms are messy. Unsexy. She probably says your name like it hurt."

Matt leans over to Light. "Yo, are you okay with all this?"

"Actually," Light says calmly, scribbling something down, "I find it enlightening. Women deserve to finish. If I have to alter my own technique, so be it."

Misa fans herself. "Oh my god. Say that again, but slowly."

"Women. Deserve. To finish."

"He's becoming too powerful," Matt whispers. "He’s hot and informed."

"I feel spiritually attacked," Mello mutters. "I hate that I’m the one yelling and he’s the one getting laid for it."

"Mello," Light cuts in, adjusting his tie with that exact face he makes before he says something awful but infuriatingly correct, "you’re projecting a lot of emotional distress for someone who claims to be getting women off consistently."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"If you were confident, you wouldn’t be yelling."

"I’M YELLING BECAUSE EVERYONE IS LYING."

Near finally speaks without looking up: "Statistically, women fake orgasms more often with men who lack emotional attunement or self-awareness."

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?"

"It means you're loud, sweaty, and ignoring their clit," Matt translates.

Mello grabs a throw pillow and screams into it.

L, quietly, sets his teacup down "In empirical studies, roughly 48% of women admitted to faking an orgasm at least once. Of those, over 85% stated their partner did not notice. When asked how they performed it, most cited vocal performance, timing cues, and mimicking muscular contractions."

Matt raises a brow. "So… fake moaning, squirming, some heavy breathing?"

"Yes," L replies. "Though many also described using repetition of phrases such as ‘right there,’ or ‘don’t stop,’ to hasten the process."

Light’s mouth twitches. "So encouraging sounds can mean you’re doing it right or doing it very wrong."

"Yes," L says calmly. "The average male is not trained in reading involuntary physiological responses under arousal. This, combined with ego, creates the illusion of skill."

Mello looks like he's about to combust. "You think I’m an illusion?!"

"You are statistically at high risk of misidentifying performative pleasure," L says. "Your confidence is excessive. That correlates negatively with accuracy."

"I’m going to start waterboarding people for the truth," Mello mutters. "I swear to god."

Near chimes in, softly placing another domino: "Just ask if she came, make honesty feel safe. Revolutionary idea, I know."

Light hums. "Actually, I agree. Consent culture includes post-sex check-ins."

"I want a refund on every sexual encounter I’ve ever had," Matsuda says quietly.

"Honestly?" you grin. "Probably fair."

L sips his tea again. "In summary: no, men cannot reliably detect a faked orgasm unless their partner is spectacularly bad at lying or has a seizure mid-coitus."

L begins typing furiously. "I am now creating a shared spreadsheet titled 'Task Force Climax Self-Awareness Survey.' There will be anonymous entries, follow-up questions, and an optional open mic feedback box."

"NO ONE WANTS TO DO THAT," Mello snaps.

"Already received two entries," L says, eyes flicking up. "Thank you, Matt."

"You’re welcome," Matt grins. "Typed 'pretty sure she finished once.'"

"I wrote a poem," Near says. "It’s called 'Echo in the Thrust Chamber.'"

You stand up dramatically. "In conclusion: you don’t know shit. But the good news is, you can learn. A woman body is not a Rubik’s cube. It’s not about solving it fast. It’s about turning it with intention."

There is a beat of stunned, reverent silence.

Then Light mutters: "...‘Turning it with intention’... That’s going in the spreadsheet."

And L nods solemnly. "Quoted. Highlighted. Immortalized."

Consequences:

Three of the task force members never looked each other in the eye again.

Mello threw his back out trying to prove something later that week.

Matt got a thank-you text from an ex.

Near’s poem was published online and banned in seven countries.

L laminated the spreadsheet Light from that day onward started asking, listening and ruining lives.

[oliveishere]

Saw your L Lawliet post about "what to do if you become a worm"

And I was thinking... what about L "we need to find out what to do if this situation ever happens and how to deal with it" x Reader "I know exactly why you asked this and now I will psycho analyse you. I will tell you why you asked me this very question and how we will deal with whatever caused it" like 2 idiots both getting in so many details that they forget about the question and just start yapping for hours

Oh, absolutely. I feel like there needs to be a threshold for yapping in a relationship with L, because really, he loves to do it. Mostly about his special interests (cases) but also this. And with a partner who's also into logic and psychoanalysis? Oh boy, you'd never stop. Be careful though, with that boy's ego? If you ever disagree with anything, he's going to make it his new goal in life to prove himself right.

Thank you for the ask, it's a lovely addition 🩷

[trancylovecraft]

Yandere light yagami headcanons?

(DEATHNOTE) YANDERE! LIGHT YAGAMI x READER: Headcannons

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• Eep! NOT a good yandere to have in deathnote at all.

• I headcannon him as delusional, Obsessive and MANIPULATIVE TO HIGH HELL (what a surprise)

• Delusional in the way that his god complex plays into his obsession. He believes he’s entirely right and believes you to be pure and completely innocent. If he is a god, You are an angel. That sort of thing.

• Obsessive in the way that he just loves to dig up all the information he can on you. Light uses this to his advantage to be the perfect boyfriend. Keep his image up for you and appear like the most loving partner in the world

• And manipulative in the way.. well, You know. Light likes having control of you and your life. He decides your friends to your wardrobe. Tells you he's doing this for your own good, And with his delusional tendencies he believes it too.

• I can see two ways that he gets invested in you.

• One, You were in the same class as light. You were smart too, Always keeping up with him and being a sort of academic rival. It infuriated Light, It tempered his ego and made him want to tear his hair out.

• Number two, You were an awful student. You got in trouble with teachers, Slept in class and had general bad behaviour. But you were smart, You were clever, You aced all your tests. This interests light, Surprises him even.

• I’m picking number two.

• You often skipped class, Went out to smoke and drink underage. You were intelligent but you never cared for academics or any high-profile careers suggested to you by your counsellor. You instead had a passion for something else, Something away from here.

• Light wasn’t interested in you at first. He view you as a slack-off and had a slightly negative opinion of you when you WERE in class. You didn’t like him either because he was a snitch who tattled to the teachers about you smoking.

• But that changed one day.

• You were off for about a week, And completely missed your homework. So as the respectable man that light was, He offered to bring it to your home.

• But when he got there, Light was stunned. Your father answered the door, Slightly stumbled in his movements and a pungent smell of liquor on him.

• Light handed over your homework to your father, Barely getting a peek into your dirty and unkempt home before the door was slammed shut on his face.

• From then on, Light became much more understanding to your situation. He’d sometimes turn a blind eye to your unhealthy habits, Lend you notes that you missed or help you out if you asked.

• But it wasn’t obsession. Well, Not until he got his hands on the deathnote that is.

• As soon as Light does, That’s when his mental health starts to spiral. His insanity and god complex become much more.. Visible.

• Not visible, Light hid it very well. But the affects the deathnote had on him just amplified all his worst traits to the absolute maximum.

• Including his obsession

• Light started to grow more and more enamoured with you. He grew antsy on the days you didn’t show up to class, Mind wandering to you in late night study sessions.

• It starts off as that, A distraction. A persistent one that distracts him from his goal of becoming god, But just a distraction.

• Of course though, You saw the title and pressed read more so of course it isn’t gonna stay that way. The distraction becomes obsession.

• It invades his mind, Every second of the day is him thinking about your smile or the way your hair smelt of apples. He tries to shake it off, But Light just can’t.

• Then, His delusional tendencies start to kick in.

• All of your slights, Your smoking and your drinking. Your wide vocabulary of insults or your snarky attitude all get written off. You are perfect, You are innocent.

• He starts walking with you to school despite your protests, Keeping his perfect attitude up as a kind and caring man. You tried to get away but somehow he finds you (Well not him, But a certain god of death has eyes on you.)

• Light brings you lunches since you never brought any of your own. He makes sure you eat every bite.

• When you talk with Light, You find out you have a lot in common! Almost everything, In fact (You don’t know that Light stalks all your social media and in real life to get a taste of how to be the perfect man for you)

• You also notice that what little friends you do have start to drop out or avoid you entirely for some reason, Leaving you with Light.

• He often invites you to study sessions at his house, Making sure to hide the notebook too of course. He uses this as a way to get closer to you and as a cover for when L is surveying his house.

• The Kira case is now ongoing, You don’t really have an interest in it but Light seems to have. He tends to mention it in conversation, Trying to get your opinion on Kira.

• When you tell him that you think Kira is a good-for-nothing criminal who should be locked up, He isn’t happy to say the least.

• You’re weirded out by his behaviour, You don’t understand the sudden change of attitude but get brushed off when you try to bring it up.

• Until you decide to go out for a midnight snack run, You wanted to watch a newly-released movie and you didn’t have any food in the house thanks to your drunkard father eating it all.

• But when you leave the convenience store with your goods, You’re suddenly pulled into an alleyway and a gun is shoved into your face.

• You’re terrified, Barely listening to the mans yells and threats for you to stay quiet. All before his gun drops from his hold and falls to the ground, Dead of a heart attack.

• After that night your opinion on Kira has taken a turn for the better.

• As soon as you get to school the next day, You’re shaken up. You admit to light what happened to you. Light of course is very understanding and concerned for your wellbeing.

• You tell him that your fine and that Kira must’ve gotten to the criminal. This is where his manipulative edge comes in and he starts to push you towards Kira with words like:

• “I don’t want to think what would’ve happened if Kira wasn’t there, If he wasn’t, You could’ve died.”

• Positive reinforcement. You don't have any other friends at school except for a few smoking buddies, Even then you don't talk much. Light is your only source of socialisation, You trust him.

• This is where he starts to manipulate you more and more.

• By now you two are both in college, You go to the same one as him after he convinced you to join. You don’t know how you got in with your horrid grades but you passed the entrance exam with flying colours, So that was probably it.

• After that his behaviour gets stranger and stranger.

• He becomes much more clingy, Following you around everywhere now and constantly asking you to come over to his house on the guise of studying for college.

• You’re both a strange pair. Light being the perfect man, Perfect grade student that everyone loves while you’re some girl with bad attendance and a smell of liquor.

• You cant make any friends at school, Anyone you talk to instantly avoids you the next day. It takes a toll on  your self esteem so you decide to just stick with Light.

• There is Ryuzaki too, A boy that shared the top spot with light. But you think he’s creepy and just avoid him as best as you can.

• It’s also why you excuse his behaviour, You have no one else to talk to and you just write off his behaviour as being caring.

• All until your hand accidentally brushes against a certain notebook in his bag.

• You didn’t mean to, But as soon as you do you see a shadow looming behind Light, Who is cackling to high hell.

• You cant say anything before Light pushes you to the wall, Grabbing you by the neck and starting to choke you.

• This is where you become aware of who he is, Your best friend is Kira. A man who has killed thousands.

• Light lays down how this is going to go, He looks crazy, Insane as he tells you that from here on out you’re going to do as he says.

• You try to protest but suddenly Light silences you by kissing your lips roughly. You’re disturbed, Shaken and terrified as you struggle.

• When Light pulls away he tells you that if you struggle he’ll kill everyone in this school, Telling you how the deathnote works.

• While you aren’t the best person, You don’t want thousands of innocent people to die.

• He says that you have no choice, And you don’t.

• After that, You enter the domestic stage.

• You dropped out of college for what was said to be bad attendance when In reality, Light just doesn’t like you being outside.

• You spend your time at his house and after explaining your exaggerated sob story she quite sympathetically lets you stay to your horror. You don’t want to stay but Light was watching your every move.

• He doesn’t let you out of the house, Telling his mother that you’re sick from your domestic life and that you need rest. She brings you food, You want to say something but you can’t risk the life of thousands

• As much as he wants to kill your deadbeat father he can’t. It would fuck with his plans and you have no other guardians, Throwing you over to the legal system.

• Its not like he’ll know you’re gone though, He won’t report to the police in favour of another shot.

• When Light comes back he often plays up his delusional tendencies, Showing what he calls affection with kisses to the lips and embraces that you wish you could escape from.

• When his sister Sayu asks about you, Light tells her that you’re his girlfriend but not to tell mother. Sayu of course, Tells her anyways and she gets excited for him. Light planned this of course, Giving you more pressure to stay when his family loves you so.

• And as his girlfriend, You two sleep in the same bed. Its uncomfortable, But after Light threatens to whip out the ‘note you need to bear with it.

• When Misa comes into the picture, She is instantly is jealous, But is told a lie by Light that you’re just there to further his plans and she is the one he truly loves when its really vice versa.

• You do somehow end up becoming best friends though, Misa shows you pictures of her shoots and brings you food for a girls night. Its nice, You have someone else to talk to other than light. (good luck if she goes yandere for you too)

• If you ever get Stockholm then Light would be overjoyed. You’d actually be allowed out on dates with him and go do stuff normal couples do.

• But of course, Anyone who looks in your direction for a little too long suddenly disappears. Anyone who dares to flirt with you is destroyed.

• Good luck with Light, He’s hard to deal with.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Light Yagami x Reader

**Genre: Angst to Fluff **Happish ending **Key: Y/N- Your Name Talking; Sayu, You, Light **Background: Your childhood friends **Reader is GN **Word Count: 545

Light Yagami, he was tall, smart, funny, and a total gentleman. At least that’s how he presented himself. He was most any girl’s ideal guy. I mean from his gentle laugh and kind eyes to his sweet gestures like bringing your favorite snack. How could you not fall for him? You’ve known the Yagami’s for years, and you never would have thought you’d actually fall for him. Your mom’s used to joke that you two would end up together, but you never took them seriously. Well, that was your mistake because before you realized it you were falling. You fell fast and hard. You started to notice things you never did before. You ended up pushing him away completely thinking it would help. It didn’t and then you found out about Misa. Lights girlfriend… His sister told you about her one day while you were over helping her with a project. You felt yourself break inside. Of course, Light didn’t feel the same. He deserves someone like Misa, beautiful and perfect in every way you weren’t.

“Hey Y/N. Long time no see” Light was just getting home. You couldn’t even find it in you to reply. You wanted to break down and cry just hearing his voice. Light having known you forever could tell something was wrong. “Hey Sayu, can I borrow Y/N for a while?” “Sure. I have plans with some friends anyways. Thanks for your help see you later Y/N!” And with that Sayu was out the door. “Y/N come. Let’s go to my room.” You reluctantly followed Light up to his room. Once inside you both sat in silence. You were looking anywhere but him and trying to stay calm. “Y/N look at me. Please.” You begrudgingly obliged to look at Light for the first time since he got home. “What’s wrong?” You stayed silent not sure you could speak without crying. Light came over and sat next to you on his bed. He took your hand in his and asked again, “What’s wrong”. That was the last straw you couldn’t stop the tears. “Sayu… she… she told me about Misa…I know I shouldn’t be upset I have no right to be jealous… but I am…because Light…I love you…” Light didn’t say anything at first but instead pulled you into a hug. “Y/N… I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.” Pulling back from the hug and wiping your tears you reply confused, “What do you mean? But Misa?” “Sayu was wrong, Misa is just some girl who is obsessed with me. The feelings are NOT reciprocated.” “Really?” “Yes, you’re the only one for me.” Before you could say more Light pulled you in for a kiss. It was better than you ever imagined. As you pulled away Light was quick to ask another question. “Is that why you stopped coming over and started avoiding me?” “…Yes… Sorry…” “Y/N, never do that again okay? I love you and ONLY you.” “I love you too.” You two decided to keep it just between you for a while (Lights idea of course, so he could use Misa though you didn’t know this). You were just happy to finally be together. If only you knew the whole truth and what was to come later.

**Authors Note: While writing a lot of lights lines I could hear ryuk laughing and commenting in my head like "you're the only one for me huh? pretty smooth" *laughs*

[lightnotyagami]

This second of life, Feels like forever.

Dead character × reader (angst)

A/n: im sorry

Summary: he died (rip pookie)

Tw/cw: death, depression, not being able to get over lovers death, reader is emotionally dependend, implied schizophrenic episode, reader is a suicidal + Correct me if i missed anything !!

a moon without its sun, a laughter without its joy, a music without its dancer. A sigh with none of its happiness, a life without any hope and a soul that was not whole. It wasn't the first time you have seen this scene, the night sky with its full moon and the starry sky above it, but today was different. The sky wasn't as clear anymore. The starry sky now had clouds blocking all light from reaching the earth. The moon didn’t shine bright enough to light up the world below. Everything was dark except for what was illuminated by the glow of your house’s porch light.

28.584 hours

1191 days

170 weeks and 1 day without him.

There were only three things that could make you smile- his kisses, the smell of food on his breath when he came home, and the feeling of being cuddled against his chest.

but what happens when you take that away? What is left when you take a yin its Yang away? There are no words to describe the pain, the emptiness in your heart, the grief that takes over every inch of your body. You tried so hard to forget about him, but the memories always resurface just a little too late. You try to distract yourself with your friends’ and family's company, but it doesn't help much. Your mind won’t focus on anything other than the empty spot in your bed where he should be resting right now, curled up next to you as he slept. You wanted to be able to wake up to him snuggling into him while he slept, but that wont ever happen again .It hurt more than anything else you've ever felt.The tears that you've been holding back began falling down your cheeks.You sniffled loudly as your hands started shaking and your voice came out shaky. “I miss him.”Your voice barely audible. “Why can't you come back?” You closed your eyes tightly trying to stop the tears from flowing freely, but it seemed like it would never end. Even if it did, it wouldn't change the fact that you'd feel worse after they fell. The door opened slowly as someone made their way towards you quietly closing the door behind them.

"seriously, still crying?" You heard someone say. You knew that voice, that tone of voice. It always brought a small smile to your face. The voice that made everything feel lighter, even during the darkest of times. “it's already been 3 yesrs since i died; you shouldn't cry anymore.” He said as he sat down next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally responded. “It's not that easy" you cried now in his arms "why didnt you take me with you.."

Characters: light yagami , L lawliet , scaramouche , aether , kaeya , diluc , gojo , Levi Ackermann , eren yeager , Armin altert , reiner , tanjiro , akaza ,