#whispers its ryuk

[silliergoofierclown]

When you need a character injected into your veins so badly that you go a tad bit insane and start making them your whole personality

Like holy hell how can a character make me so indescribably happy that I would gladly chew off my own hands for them in a very very positive way-

There will never be enough media for my insatiable hunger over these stupid fictional goobers

[whois-jess]

Sugar mami

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

•Mafia AU with Rhea as your sugar mami•

I was sat at home watching some show i found waiting around for Rhea. Since i don't work because Rhea said i am too pretty to work for some other man or woman, i get bored quickly and i have watched so many movies already plus i try to clean but the cleaner Rhea hired does it mostly.

I had Rheas dogs cuddling me as i watch Hangover 1,2 and 3, i pet Barrys head as his eyes shut Luna already asleep and Ryuk asleep on a bed somewhere when the door swings open i knew it was Rhea.

"Hey baby!" I smile getting up to hug her but i stop when i see blood "oh" was all i said and she smiled "bad man didn't pay Mami in time" she smirked taking her shirt off then i hug her "i do hate you killing babe" i frown looking up at her "i know baby its nasty business but its what Mami has to do to stay on top and as you know" she smile waiting for me to finish "Mamis always on top" i smile as she kissed my forehead "i got you something" she says waking to her blazer grabbing a small box handing it to me.

I open the box to a beautiful pair of earrings "oh my babe its beautiful" i smile at her as she smirks at me "had to get my princess something" she says tucking hair behind my ear "i wamt you to wear them tonight" she smiles at me "tonight?" I say confused "yes princess we have dinner with Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" she says and i remember her saying about it last week "oh my god i should get ready!" I says going to leave before turning back kissing Rheas cheek "thank you" i smile running to our room.

I run in our room which was bigger than most dashing to my walk in wardrobe Rhea got some people to install for me to put all my clothes in she made them build me my own room for jewelry and bags as well. I rush to fine something nice as this was a big dinner and Rhea liked when i dressed up, i found a black short dress and a necklace Rhea got me which was gold with our initials on it with diamonds i also put my rings on and bracelets.

"Ready!" I smile walking over in my black heels that match my dress "you look beautiful like normal, now car is ready" she smiles taking my hand kissing it while looking into my eyes "so do you" i smile looking at her sliver jewelry and suite, we walk to the car which had bodyguard car to drive beside us as Rhea was wanted and killing he for even me will put a man status even higher and people were power hungry.

We step into the car Rheas hand on my thigh as we drive through the night, i look at the pretty light and stars as we drive by streets almost empty. The car stop outside a fancy restaurant very busy looking "looks nice" i smile at Rhea as she helps me out "only for you princess" she smiles as we link our walking in her bodyguards following us in, we see a table with four men at "guys this is Y/n, Y/n this is Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" i smile at them "hi" i say and they l say hi back as Rhea helps me sit down and sits by me her hand once again on my thigh "get whatever you like princess" she whisper to me before talking to the guys about business and some threatening gangs when a man probably in his 30s walks over and Rhea attention is immediately on him "Mark" Rhea smiles at him and the man looks kind of scared "now Mark lets cut to the chase wheres my money huh Mark where is it my babys ring don't buy themselves" she says pulling me closer as i still look at this man who glaces at me "i don't have it.." Mark mumbles "Speak up i dont like mumbling" Rhea snaps "i don't have the money!" He says louder and Rhea chuckles and looks at Damian and Dom who get up and hold Mark "now now Mark this is the 4th week you know what i said" venom was dripping of every word "you can't say you have a family but i have my baby okay Mark. And your very late on payment" her glare never leaves this poor man "i just need one more week Miss Ripley i am close to enough" Rhea lets a breathy chuckle out "your lucky my princess is here or i would shoot you dead Mark but my baby doesn't like that stuff so thank her for you living another week." Mark lets out a breath he must of been holding in as she shows the gun she had on her "one more week Mark i can't being doing this forever" and with that Dom and Damian let Mark go and he rushes out the restaurant "baby he said he had a family" i say sad that kids could lose their dad "he has multiple baby, its his excuse he doesn't love them" She says her arms still around me and i feel less bad for him.

"So Y/n" Dom says "you want kids" he smiles at me and i see Rhea glaring at him "i do actually" i smile back "baby Rheas" he smirks and she kicks him under the table "i will still kill you Dom" she says and i look at her "a family would be nice" i smile and she smiles back "okay baby one day i will give you a family you want" she kisses my forehead before glaring at Dom who just smiles innocently "what drink babe" i look over the menu "blue lagoon" i smile and she takes my hand of course she says sending someone to get my drink "want your naiks done again baby" she says looking at them "yeah these are getting old" i admit "lets get them done together" she says as my drink come back and she gets a bodyguard to test it to make sure no poison was in it and was it got the clear i started to drink it "lets get some food" JD says and the rest agree "princess order first" Rhea says kissing my lips as i kiss back "we are here" Damian says and Rhea flips him off making me giggle.

[trashogram]

Some creepy Ryuk cuddles

A/N: Hey! It’s been a while since I’ve made anything new. I still have prompts and things that need finishing, but I wanted to make something and see how far I got first. I think this will be a part one with direct NSFT, depending on how much interest there is probably. ____________________________________________________________________

The icy sensation is so stark that it wakes her immediately, and Y/N is sure her heart stops for a good moment as her eyes snap open and a sharp gasp leaves her lips.

Total darkness blinds her, but she feels the comforter snug against her skin and overtop her frame; her night shirt sliding up from over her hip as the cold creeps in to take its place. She’s still abed in her room, and in the middle of the night.

“Did I scare you?” Comes a whisper.

Long appendages - spindly fingers - grip her and prick her flesh as a bony, equally freezing chest meets her back. Relaxing into the embrace, but Y/N sighs and wills herself to remain unbothered.

“What are you doing?” The woman asked in a flat voice, raspy and tired.

Ryuk snickered. “I was cold.”

“Was?” Y/N exhaled long-sufferingly. “God, you feel like an icicle.”

The death god grunted, and wrapped his arm around her middle and pulls her in closer childishly. “Hey!”

Y/N hushed him, and placed her hand against his arm, softly petting the leather wrapped around the limb. She was still being adjusted to better suit Ryuk’s desires, drawn into the creature’s arms while feeling his thighs under her legs. 

If being practically folded in half wasn’t awkward enough, Y/N felt the shinigami bury his face into her hair when he was finally satisfied, and listened as he inhaled deeply and flagrantly. He followed it up with a happy sound, a sigh and a dramatic, nasally groan all in one. A simple thing, but it made her shiver against his hollow chest and her body flush with heat. 

There was no point in willing her heart to stop rabbiting in her ribs. “You’re full of shit.” 

“Mmm... Okay.” Ryuk remained muffled. Y/N felt talons skating across her skin, and she chased them beneath the covers. 

It wasn’t frightening, thinking about how he could dig right in and puncture her organs. After a little while, the only thing mildly perturbing, aside from the damp between her thighs, was the unforgiving metal around Ryuk’s wrist. 

Y/N hesitated. “If you’re gonna stay here, you should take off your clothes.” 

[randomkposts]

As usual your answer was awesome! What of fem light and the relationship she has with her narcissism, the maks she puts on and the people around her?? Along with fem matt and her people might perceive her

K:-So Light gets by a lot in the world through Masks. Light, either gender is a good student, good person, and behaves as socially expected. Socially competent enough not to let people know what Light truly thinks of them. 

In some ways, Ryuk is a relief. Ryuk doesn't give a fuck, revels in the reveal of the vices of humanity, delights at the dark side of Light. Ryuk when alone is the only person who sees that side of Light. 

But even Ryuk is someone to be performed for. He demands entertainment or death after all.

E:-Oooh that is a good point. Light must be tired by the dance she gotta play for people. 

Like a stage. She's a puppet by society and to a person like Light, that makes her want to cut off the strings. Jk

K:-And Lights always on a stage. Especially female Light. 

Being the most popular girl at school, is a hard fought social position. And being a smart lady on top of that can be a delicate ballance to keep both and look good doing it. 

Female Light doesn't have the belief that Male Light has that society will come around to her views. Everyone might think it, and whisper it among themselves, but actually going forward as a believer is a social cut that will loose you ground. That's why she has proxies.So I would say knowing that makes her more cautious about letting her opinions be known. I don't think female Light is braggy. Shes got a different sort of competition going on with her female counterparts. She and L both know its fake, but to admit that would be a losing blow.

E:-I don't think female Light is braggy. Shes got a different sort of competition going on with her female counterparts. She and L both know its fake, but to admit that would be a losing blow.Yess. 

K:-Ohh check this!

Interesting argument that L is a vulnerable narcissist to Lights Grandiose. 

Now whether Light forgets the social rules in the time with the task force or not, Is another question, but I think she's not going to slip that easily.. Of course that's up to the author.

But how do you get someone to overlook their weakness-Let them think their winning-

People tend to let down their guard when they think they are in control. 

E:- Mmm…How did Light mess up originally in DN? He made a mistake? I remember the dominos that represented the task force that Near lined up. One was askew. I thought it might have been Aizawa or Mogi 

But it must have been Matsuda.She messed up with one of her social links, K

K:-Where he fucked up irridemably was where he thought the task force was on his side and started bragging, and disrespected his father's views in front of Matauda. 

E:-She missed it it was brief

But the Art of Fear is strong

K:-Would female Light do that? Hmmm... Think she can read the crowd better

E:-Maybe. It can even be a turn of phrase that is said weirdly. I dunno. But tone means alot to me. 

K:-Also it was stupid to expose Mikamai to try to bait Near. 

E:-Yesss it wass! Lmaoo Mikami screaming Kira, I did everything you asked! Like Bruh! Chill! Fem Light thinking "this fucking dumbass"

K:-What he should have done was tell Mikamai to do nothing. And made Near look like an idiot. Reducing his credibility. And therefore threat level. 

E:-I think Mikami was too enthralled by the idea of ending his gods enemies for him. 

K:-Or use Misa. Who no one takes seriously despite taking an entire TV station hostage. Among other things. Lol. Like Misas level of plot armor is insane. Stronger than Lights even. The only thing that could defeat Misa is Misa. Refuge in audacity works for her. 

Of course Light first screwed up by being suceasfully baited on Live TV. The death notes was a lot easier to use Anonymously. 

Would Lady Light take the bait?Characterization I guess. But I think she's less impulsive then her male counterpart.

E:- Bahahaha! Lets be real, Misa is the real protag! Imagine the only reason why Light really was never caught was because of Misa plot armor!

Maybe. But she would mess up doing something local either way. Because things like that didn't cross people's mind at all. Something so small and insignificant that tripped them without realizing.

K:- true that. Either way, totally diffrent endgame. Matt thoughts?

E:-Matt  probably doesn't care what people think about her not being motivated for it. 

Like the younger kids would have issues with it as they all were inspired by L to be the ones to go after to and be the new L. However I feel like the ones in Mello Near and Matt's age bracket slowly drop the idea and pursue other paths. 

Whammy's are raising highly competitive kids, and most probably realize at some point that they aren't cut for what L or who L represents. So Matt's standing as #3 choices for a possible L successor would rankle the younger kids, while the ones who are older would be a bit bitter about it. Just because they're highly intelligent kids and geniuses in their fields doesn't mean they are emotionally intelligent. Seeing as other works of DN mention most of the kids follow their own paths or do work in intelligence services or secret agencies. 

[dragonblobz]

I'm on my bullshit again. No lemons. Just Shinigami goodness. Wrote this to In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3 by Coheed and Cambria.

Ryuk has been around for such a long time. Ever since she had found that notebook sitting on that tree stump years ago. Cover soft looking and beaded with dew. It had looked as if it had been there some time. And, although the pages looked weathered and yellow, there was no mold or outward damage.

Surprising given its location in the middle of the woods. She’d only even seen it because she’d stopped and knelt to retie her shoe. Just an alien black square looking sharp and unreal sitting on that stump just off the jogging trail.

She can remember how the thing had felt when she’d picked it up. Soft in texture. Like careworn leather.

The words “Death Note" emblazoned on the cover had made her feel a little unsettled. Eerie out here in the predawn misty quiet.

A silent voice inside her mind had whispered that maybe she should put it right back down on that stump and keep running. As far and as fast as she could.

Another voice, vapid and cunning, had laughed at the absurdity of such a book, with such a title, being left out here in the middle of nowhere.

She hadn’t left it there. Without opening it, she’d tucked it under her arm and continued on her morning run.

She performed all the menial tasks of her daily life, forgetting all about that Death Note leaving dew marks on her dining room table.

Breakfast was bland. Work was tedious. No different than any other day. Even when she’d reentered her home and plopped her work bag next to the thing, her eyes really didn’t focus on it.

It was the tall bony Shinigami standing in her kitchen that finally arrested her fuzzy mind from the blandness of living.

He hadn’t even been looking at her. Instead, the spinous processes of his vertebrae pressed onto the dark material upon his long back as he leaned over her counter. Observing a bowl of fruit as if it were a still life masterpiece.

She hadn’t moved. Was utterly frozen. Just watching this creature as it looked at her food.

“What’s all this junk? Taking up room that could be used for perfectly good apples.” It’s voice, low and yet raspy, grated on her eardrums as it lifted a hand and poked a claw into the ripe flesh of an orange. The movement causing several pieces of fruit to fall out of the over filled bowl entirely.

With a deft movement, the creature caught the only apple which had exited the bowl. Rubbed it with the pad of it’s thumb as it finally lifted it’s face to look at her.

It’s face………

Cadaverous. Eyes beady and large and yellow. Nose squashed. Like a mummy who’d decided to affix it’s hair for a punk rock concert. It was even sporting a dangling silver earring on one of it’s little ears.

At her gawping expression, it had smiled. Wide thin dark mouth sporting a row of razor teeth appearing aged and yellow.

“No screaming, eh? Hiya, Y/N.”

She hadn’t bothered to question how this thing knew her name.

“Um…….. hi?” Her own voice sounded dry and distant in her ears. “And you are?”

It bit into that apple, it’s eyes closing. As if savoring the fruit. A stray drop of the juice dribbled down onto it’s chin.

It said a word. But muffled thru a mouthful of apple, it nearly sounded like a retch.

“Ex….Excuse me? I didn’t…… I didn’t quite understand that.”

“Not a good listener tho. Ah well. Nobody is perfect.” It’s long tongue snaked out to swipe at that bead of juice as the creature had studied her.

Raising it’s free hand, it extended a long bony finger. She noticed now the rings glinting on his hands.

“I. Am. Ryuk.” He said it very slowly. As if she might have been a child who might not understand. But there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm or ill temper in it’s behavior.

“So….. Ryuk…… why…… um…. What……. What do you want?”

At this, it’s smile had widened.

“I’m just here Y/N. YOU are the one that picked up the Death Note.”

Imagery of that notebook popped up in her head.

“I….. I did……”

“Yes. You did. And I’ll be with you until you die now. Or I do.” It was leering now. “Whichever comes first.”

“I see….” She didn’t really see. Turned from him and went into the dining room to pick up that notebook. Opening it. Reading the first thing written on the inside of the cover out loud.

“The human whose name is written in this note shall die.”

It had been frightening in retrospect. Not those words. Not that Death Note. Not even the monster standing in the doorway happily crunching it’s way thru a second apple and watching her.

What had been utterly terrifying was that she had not blanched. Had not set this note down and backed away. Had not told that creature to take it and go.

Instead, she’d stood there. Continuing to read. A name and face already coming to mind.

A face belonging to a monster who’d put that apple eating shark mouthed monster to utter shame. The man who’d killed someone she had loved.

Without looking away from the Death Note, she’d reached over and started rummaging thru her work bag. Fingers shaking and fumbling at keys and change.

“Never can find what you’re looking for if your bag is too full, Y/N.” Ryuk looked vastly amused. “You’re not even going to question the validity of the Note? That’s what you humans usually do.”

She hadn’t answered. Simply gasped as her fingers had clutched onto a great fistful of bullshit in her bag. Lifting the whole mess out to drop carelessly on the table. Chapstick and a tampon scattering across the surface.

And there, rolling and coming to rest against an old broken key chain, had been a blue ink pen.

She’d looked up at Ryuk. Eyes wide, almost manic.

“Any person?”

He smiled again. Repeated her words.

“Any living person.”

There had been no eloquence. No artfulness nor ritualistic care taken in that first death. She had scratched the name onto the paper. And a way to die. Almost stabbing it in. Breathing coming out in ragged desperate gasping.

After the deed had been done, the pen clattered to the floor as she’d wept. Fingers numb.

It hadn’t occurred to her that there would be no way to instantly verify this death. Not until that moment. And so, with a frustrated cry, she’d slapped the Death Note onto the table and fled into her bedroom. Right over to the dark corner to collapse, wrap her arms around her knees, stuff her face into her knees, and cry as a child. Ryuk following her, tilting his head quizzically at this suffering.

“Why are you crying? You couldn’t have liked that human if you wanted them to die.”

“Please…… please go.”

But he didn’t. Simply had sank down. Knobby knees on either side of his ghastly face as he sat across from her.

“I told you. I’m here till you die, Y/N.” There was no camaraderie or sympathy in his voice. It had been matter of fact. “But this surely will get boring very soon, won’t it?”

“When will I know if he died?”

Ryuk smiled again. Leering.

“My my. Impatient aren’t you. Actually that’s a quality I like about you humans. As for your question, I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.” His eyes glint as his smile turns wicked. “You could always write a name belonging to someone closer. If you’re seeking validation, of course.”

“There isn’t anyone else I wanna kill.”

“Then this is going to get very boring very quickly, Y/N.”

She hadn’t had to wait long. Two days later, she’d received correspondence that her presence would no longer be required at a hearing. The defendant was dead.

A quick Google search verified that the person had died just as she’d written.

Setting the phone down, fingers numb, she'd simply looked up at her Shinigami.

She knew that’s what he was now. She’d been peppering him with questions about himself and his kind. And about the Death Note. He hadn’t answered many of them. At least, not until she’d given him an angelic grin and revealed a bag of bright green apples.

“Your apples can be green???” He'd looked absolutely delighted. And had been far more forthcoming.

“He’s dead. He’s really……. Gone…….”

Ryuk merely grunted in visceral enjoyment as he popped the core of that Granny Smith into his maw.

Without warning, she’d reached forward, patting at another errant drop of juice on his chin with a Kleenex she’d just snatched from the box. The action was mainly impulsive. And she’d laughed.

“You’re so messy.”

The Shinigami had frozen. Utterly motionless. He didn’t breathe himself. Statue still. Simply looking at her.

The years passed by like this. The shock and relief provided by this first killing soon giving way to an almost comfortable routine. She didn’t go on a wholesale slaughter. And often targeted those who hurt children. The pain of such cases resonating with the events of her own life.

And there were so. Many. Apples. Loads of them. Ryuk loved all kinds. Although he did seem preferential to Honey Crisp. She never once could get him to try another fruit. And she DID try. Not even a damn orange.

“It’s yummy. Ya know, for somebody that says he gets bored easily, you sure are picky.” She waggled the bright fruit.

“I’ve watched you peel one of those things. What sort of food makes you work so hard? Now THIS……” He'd held up his half eaten apple. “THIS is the pinnacle of crisp and juicy. Now leave that orange wherever you found it, if you please.”

Time was littered with conversations as simple as these, intermingled with serious discussions in which he was as non informative as ever.

It was one of these more serious conversations which followed an observation on her part.

She’d noticed changes in him. Very slight. But she was simply around him so much that she could see them. His movements had become slower. More careful. His speech slowed as well. As if he might be thinking more carefully. Or even forgetting things. She never once pointed this out.

Not until, one day, after clearing 6 entire apples, he’d actually groaned as he’d flopped upon her couch. Long booted feet hanging over one of the arms.

She plops next to him. Poking at one of the skulls on his belt. He’d long since stopped being surprised by her impulsive touches and nearness. Her humanness. Simply tolerating it.

“Are you hurting, Ryuk?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Oh. No reason.”

“I’m dying, Y/N.”

For once, it is she who freezes.

“I thought Shinigami lived a long time.”

“We do. My time is simply running out.” He’s just watching her.

“You’d said….. you’d said that you guys get more years by taking ours.”

“We do.”

She stops toying with that skull entirely. Turns her body so that she’s facing him directly.

“Is it time, then?” She’s oddly unafraid.

“Time for what?”

“For you to….. ya know…… write my name in YOUR Death Note?”

At this, he chuckles.

“I’m not going to write your name.”

She looks confused.

“But….. why not?”

Now he’s actually laughing.

“Do you WANT me to write your name in my Death Note?”

She chews on her bottom lip. Reaching out to pat his chest. Once again, he doesn’t react.

“I don’t want you to die.”

He laughs again. But there is no more true mirth in the sound.

“Why?”

She counters.

“Why won’t you write my name?”

“I am not entirely sure, Y/N.” The slight confusion in his voice gives credence to this answer.

“Well. I am sure.” She’s staring intently at him. “Everything ends, Ryuk. Nobody ever stays. Nothing is constant. I’ve never had a single person ever remain in my life. Except….. except you.”

He sighs. Patiently repeating himself.

“I will be with you until you die.”

“I don’t care if it’s because you have to be here. You’re still HERE……. Will it be soon?”

That same, toothy leer.

“You know I won’t tell you your lifespan, Y/N.”

“I don’t mean me.”

He just looks at her. She’s never seen his face so expressionless. Then repeats yet again.

“I will be with you until you die. Or until I do.”

“I will write my own name then. Will that do it?”

“Stop being foolish. Be a dear and get me another apple won’t you?”

“Yeah….. I will. But I’m not done.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” He chuckles.

It is as if this conversation opens a chasm in this inevitable process. Everything about Ryuk is changing. And so quickly.

Already emaciated and pale, even his dark lips turn papery and light grey. His hair grays too. Yellow eyes growing filmy where they had been so keen before. As if, when the aging process actually begins in a Shinigami, it is accelerated.

It is barely 2 weeks after this conversation that he gives a defeated grunt, sprawled on her bed as she’s on her laptop.

“I can’t get up.” He barks out a laugh. As if this is genuinely funny to him.

She closes her laptop and rises from her chair. Turning and walking over to the bed to flop next to him. Staring at the ceiling just as he is.

“You want another apple?”

“Thank you, Y/N. But I do not.”

“That close, huh.”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Will the Death Note still work? When you’re gone I mean.”

“Yes.”

Her voice is oddly cold.

“Do death gods go to hell? I cant go to heaven or hell. What about you?”

He doesn’t answer for several minutes. She doesn’t speak either. Finally…

“I suppose we will end up in the same place, Y/N.”

“I'm glad.” She turns her face to look at him. “I’ll need something before you go.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“The Shinigami eyes.”

At this, Ryuk turns his face as well. And they just stare at each other.

“Clever greedy impatient girl.” The insult is almost affectionate. “Are you truly that afraid to die alone?”

“Nobody should die alone. And this way, neither of us will half to. Half my lifespan for the Shinigami eyes. We’ll die at the same time.” She looks back up at the ceiling. He does too.

When he feels her fingers intertwining with his, as always, he doesn’t react.

“I never actually made that offer to you. Merely spoke of it.”

“I don’t care. I want the Shinigami eyes.”

He turns his face to her.

“Who am I to turn down such a lucrative deal?”

She sees his hand coming towards her face. Closes her eyes.

When she opens them again, the picture of her and some old friends on the wall is noticeably different. One face, the face of the friend who’d committed suicide years before, is clear and unblemished. The other faces each have a name and numbers above them.

And when she looks back at Ryuk, she sees that his hair is once again jet black. Eyes just as clear and sharp as she remembers. He leers at her. Squeezes her hand as she’s squeezing his.

“I’ll take that apple as well. If the offer is still there.”

She grins.

“You got a new lease on life and you STILL won’t try an orange?”

He scoffs.

[translightyagami]

You know the thing Light does with the Death Note, in which if someone else opens the drawer the notebook is in, it burns the notebook and probably his bedroom?

Imagine Very Sexually Repressed!Light doing exactly the same but with idk some sex toy he bought lmao

I am imagining this, yes, but ultimately my imagination is just picturing Light being more upset that his $100 vibrator melted in a desk fire than the Death Note going up in flames.

"It was so GOOD," he scream-whispers to Ryuk as the Yagami family are rushed to the hospital for burns. "You have NO idea. Fifteen unique settings! Oh, god, its going to be ages before I find another one I like."

[raiiningforever2ice]

Yandere!Light x Reader [Death Note]

Requested on Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/12466031/Oneshot-book

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

You walk out of school and start making your way home. You usually didn't take the bus since the distance was quite small. Whistling along to the time of a song you recently heard, you felt something cold on the top of your head. You stopped and looked up. The sky was now gray and it was drizzling.

Letting out a sigh, you search your bag for your umbrella only to realize you forgot to take it with you. That's when it started pouring, your hair and clothes immediately getting soaked.

"Ugh! Of all the things I could forget..." Seeing as you had no choice, you started running.

Now fully soaked, you approach the bus stop as you squeeze the water out of your hair. Standing under the cover something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. Looking towards the alleyway right next to you, you see something lying on the floor. Being the curious person that you are, you dismiss the bus closing up and go to find out what that was. 

"A notebook?" You squat down and take it. 

You flip through the pages in case you could find the name of the owner, but it was completely empty. You close it and notice big white letters on the cover.

"Death Note... What? Is this some kind of merch?"

"No. It is what it says it is." A gruff voice spoke out behind you.

Surprise painted on your face you turn around to face the person. The moment your eyes land on them, you let out a loud gasp, the mysterious notebook falling from your hands as they flew up to cover your mouth.

A large being, thin as a skeleton holding what looked like a scythe, a huge grin on its face which was almost fully covered by a grayish white mask. Black hair standing up from the top of its head defying the rules of gravity and bandages wrapping around its body.

"Now now deary, I suggest you don't get anyone's attention. Hehe after all, you're the only one who can see me. You wouldn't want people to think you're crazy huh?" It chuckled.

"W-who are you?!" 

"Oh me? Heh I'm Deridovely! A Shinigami, at your service.... or not! Heheh"

"Shinigami? They actually exist?" 

"As you can see! And you're the only one who can see!" The Shinigami burst out in full on laughter.

"W-why am I the only one? And what is this notebook?" You questioned.

"Well you touched my Death Note! The moment you did, I became visible to you alone! As for the book... I did tell you, it is what it says." The grin on its face widened more if possible.

Confused and a bit annoyed that you still didn't get the full truth, you open the book again. This time you notice on the inside of the cover what seemed to be a list. Scanning your eyes over it, you quickly come to realize that in front of you are a set of rules on how to properly use the Death Note.

"I can...kill with this?" You whispered as the Shinigami smirked.

Afraid of the power this notebook holds, after taking one last look at Deridovely you place it in your bag, determination now evident in your eyes. You once again started making your way home, the Shinigami trailing close behind you and chuckling. 

...

About a month has passed, and you managed to use the Death Note without making anyone suspicious. You used it to kill only the worst of criminals. Deridovely had taken a liking to calling you the 'Timid assassin' as you always refused his suggestions of going a bit more wild with the power he had given you. You refused to toy with people's lives unless they truly deserved it.

"Did you know that another Death Note was dropped in this world?"

Not taking your eyes off your homework you motioned for Deridovely to continue.

"Hehe apparently a boy your age has found it. Said something about being 'Justice' and 'God of the new world'. Seems like a reach heh?" The creature who you had come to be somewhat of a friend to you cackled.

"God of the new world? Yeah, it does sound a bit weird... Doesn't he sound dangerous?"

"Hmm how so?"

"I mean, a new world? That’s a big promise. What is he planing to do?"

"Hehe from what Ryuk tells me, this boy is you but in a nutshell, as you humans like to say."

"So, killing criminals?" You asked throwing an apple his way.

The God of death who had become kind of addicted to them, quickly caught it and devoured the fruit in one bite letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Well, yes. But he said that he won't hesitate killing anyone who dares to cross him."

"Hm... I don't really like this… Who is he anyway? Though I have a few suspicions..."

"You do?"

"Well yes... This one boy from my class. He's been acting really weird lately. I don't think he noticed but a few days ago I caught him mumbling to himself something about checking out the news for any new criminals and that all of them deserve death... Do you think it's him?"

"That, I can't tell you deary!"

"I'll buy you as many apples as you want!"

"Tempting, but no!"

"Oh come-" you were interrupted by your mother's voice coming from the living room.

Confused, you exit your room and make your way over to her. She was standing in front of the TV, hand up to her mouth as her widened eyes stared at the screen.

"Mom?" You looked at the television and gasped.

Criminals being reported dead, one after the other across the whole country. 

"That must be him. Heh he's going crazy with that book isn't he?" Deridovely chimed from next to you.

Your mom, unaware of the third presence in the room, clicked her tongue in semi-annoyance.

"I can't believe this!" she exclaimed "How is that even possible? Every criminal just...just drops dead!" 

"Yeah... Weird." you mumbled and went back to your room. 

As you walk in you notice your phone lighting up with a notification. Seeing that it was a text from an unknown number you decide to find out who that person is. 

'Hello...who is this?' 

'I'm Yagami Light. I found your number from one of our classmates. There's something important I have to tell you.' 

'Oh! Hello. What would you like to tell me?' 

'I need you to come over to my house. It's important.'

'Is everything okay? When would you like to meet?' You bite on your nail in anticipation as Deridovely peers above your shoulder and chuckles. 

"What are you laughing at?" You turn around and glare at the Shinigami. 

"At your face hehe. Your feelings for this boy are very obvious with how red your cheeks are hehe!"

"No more apples for you." You hold back a laugh as Deridovely dramatically falls down to the floor. 

"You're cruel!" 

"Not really!" You giggle but get interrupted as another message pops up on your phone screen. 

'It's very urgent so, when the rain clears up a little. Is that okay with you?' You gulp staring at the text for a moment before you respond.

'Okay sure. Could you send me your address?'

"So, you're going?" 

"Well yes, he said it's important so..." 

"And if it is a trap?"

"Aw Deri! That's why you're coming with me!" 

"As much as I don't hate you and love the apples you give me, you know I can't kill someone who's not supposed to die yet. Right?" He said tilting his head to the side.

His sudden seriousness surprising you, you stop gathering your things, you hide your Death Note well, making sure your mother won't see it and look at him.

"Of course I do. And I don't want you to. But, if needed you can get us out of there somehow right? Make a distraction or something?" 

"What a prankster you've become! Of course I can hehe!" 

"Great then!" You smile and toss another apple at your bizarre friend. 

As time passed and the weather got better, you got less and less determined about your visit. 

After all it isn't very encouraging knowing that you may be walking right into a serial killer's hiding spot...

...

You thank Light's mother as she takes your jacket and umbrella from you. Giving you a sweet smile, she guided you to her son's room. You thanked her once again and walked up the stairs with the Shinigami following behind you. 

You clear your throat as you knock on his door. He immediately opened and greeted you with a huge grin. 

"(Y/N)! Thank you for coming! Step inside!" He moved to the side to let you in. 

"Thank you, Light." You said sitting on his desk chair as he motioned you to. 

As he goes to sit on his bed, you hear Deri speak. 

"Well Ryuk I wasnt expecting you to be here!" 

Discreetly looking towards him you quickly realize that Ryuk must be the other Shinigami Deri mentioned earlier.

So that means-

"(Y/N). I wanted to tell you that I know what you are." Light walks up to his desk and grabs a notebook which was hidden among his homework. 

"And I...am Kira." 

"W-what... What are you talking about, Light?" Your grip on your bag gets tighter as he got closer to you. 

"You know exactly what I'm saying. One day, as you were walking home I noticed you talking to yourself... At least that's what it looked like to others. But I, being in the same boat as you, knew better." He towers over you, his breath fanning on your face.

"I've had the book for a while now. And I was as discreet as you were while using it. But I couldn't just tell you I knew the truth. No, I had to make you suspicious before just confirming it. So you see, me returning all those lingering glances to you during class isn't just because I like you as much as you like me..." His face gets even closer to yours. 

"T-then what else?" You ask completely disregarding the mutual confession of feelings. 

"Well... I want us to be rulers of the new world. God and Goddess of a clean, rid of crime place... And all it takes is me being yours and well, you being mine." He whispered and placed his lips upon your in a slow kiss. 

Pulling back, he brought the Death Note up to eye level. 

"This right here, will be both our weapon and shield as we fight crime on our way to true salvation. We are this world's hope!" He said, opening his arms as in to lure you and hold you in them. 

"I've killed so many people to stand here in front you. To be worthy of you! And I will kill many more to protect us. To protect you. So please consider this!" He grabs both of your hands and stares in to your eyes. 

Dizzied by his kiss and very passionate speech, you gulp down the lump stuck in your throat. He sounded... Crazy. Obsessed. Obsessed with power and obsessed with you. 

But how can I say yes to this? This is completely nuts! 

Knowing you have to say something, you took a deep breath thinking over your words.

"Light I-" You were interrupted by a loud knock in the door.

You both stepped away from each other as his mom looked apologetically at you two.

"I'm very sorry but something important has come up. We need to go visit your father at the hospital." 

"Mother! What happened?" Light asked and walked towards her.

"Well he collapsed during work. It's not bad, he probably overly exerted himself again but they took him in just in case. We should go see him..." 

"Yes-yes right away." He grabs his jacket and hands you your bag which had fallen to the ground. 

You quickly thank him as you all go downstairs. Grabbing the rest of your things, you say goodbye to Light's mother and head to the door. 

"(Y/N)." Light stops you. 

He comes up to you and leans down just a bit to whisper to your ear. 

"I'd do everything for us to be together. Everything... Now be safe on the way back!" He grins at you. 

"Y-yes right... Goodnight Light." 

Walking away from Light's house, you feel the presence of your Shinigami companion next to you. 

"Where did you ran off to Deri?" 

"Well hehe I had to make a distraction for you, right?" 

"Wh-what! Deri!" 

"Well deary don't you worry. I just made that brat's father feel a bit under the weather. He will better after some good sleep!" 

Sighing in relief you smile in his direction. 

"Well, thank you! You really helped me back there..."

"So what are you gonna do now? Will you accept?"

"I don't think so... It's too intense for me..."

"Sound choice deary!"

"I hope so... Hey that grocery store is still open! Let's get you some apples!" You laugh and run towards the market, the Shinigami rushing excitedly after you.

[reaperlight]

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#5

Misa: I can’t believe all these people dressed in black. Black used to be my thing and now everyone’s doing it to be cool.

Ryuk: They’re all posers.

Light: Misa, and I can’t stress this enough, we’re at a funeral.

336 notes • Posted 2021-03-02 04:59:02 GMT

#4

Light: You're as pale as a ghost, the light bounces off your skin... I know what you are.

L: Say it. SAY IT.

Light [whispering]: Iron deficient.

376 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 04:59:20 GMT

#3

Light: I can't believe we're stuck together in this room.

L [swallowing the key]: Truly unfortunate.

388 notes • Posted 2021-01-01 20:08:50 GMT

#2

Angsty au idea

Light has to chaperone Sayu when she goes to an anti-Kira protest.

Addendum: L sees Light at the protest and is like:

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#1

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[holyevents]

IN SANCTUS TERRA…

After a month of merriment and mourning, Cador’s soul finds eternal rest — the crescents rise and fall, and as the New Moon wanes, stealing lazily behind the hills, the Red Rain Moon ascends, hanging crimson in the sky. Yet the wheel still turns. Its orbit conceals violence under its tongue. The moon’s bloodied mantle seems particularly fitting this year, given the circumstances; a spell of unease trickles into the light, leaving an indelible stain. The people of the Holy Land might have looked to the new moon with great liberation and promise, yet the feeling of trepidation begins to sink in. The Red Rain Moon is a moon of dark red, and the violence of it does not escape the masses’ notice: within their city walks a reputed murderer; within their city stalks a beast, seeking to disempower the meticulously cultivated harmony that the Tridium — Sun, Moon and Stars all — have always strived to brace.

The citizens seem intent on demonstrating their discontent, on letting their grief be known - all the mourning and rituals in the world, it seems, pale in comparison to their determination to hold onto their restlessness. As the days drag on, their impatience grows. The mortals feel their voices quelled, feel their hands shackled - and so, they drink on, and fight on, and find satisfaction in the anger that makes their fists shake. The whispered words of the few who saw the body of Cador before he was laid to rest are murmured into one ear then the next. It seems it was not Fate who had called the great Star home, no, he was sent there with poison upon his lips and in his lungs.

The people of the Holy Land look towards the execution of the red-handed creature as eagerly as they look towards those who might serve as their beacon of light in the midst of the encroaching storm.

If God were alive, would He not find it odd that the creatures He created craved violence and peace in equal measure? 

The powers that lord over the precious kingdom of the Holy Land have already begun moving within the shadows to place all their pieces on the board, to see who might crown themself as the new Star. There are those who find favor with ARIANNE ALTIER, LUCA RICHE, JASPER RICHE, and EVANGELINE TRAME. Theirs are the first names upon the lips of the people - those who have curried the adoration and interest of the people with their fame and wealth. It is whispered that the MEMBERS of the ROUND TABLE are already intent on casting their lots and having the vacancy filled. In turn, many have turned to the High Priestess, ISOLDE WICKEN, in the hopes of knowing to whom the honor of being the Star of the Tridium will fall.

“After all,” the keepers of the Temple mumble to themselves, “What does it matter who wears the crown, so long as it is a mortal?” 

“Some mortals,” sighs a Second Eye, arms laden with offerings from the people, “are more deserving of our loyalties than others. Not all of us should be tainted with divinity.”

Little do the citizens of the Holy Land know that it is because of divine creatures that they will have their hunger for justice satiated.

The two remaining parts of the Tridium gather the Horsemen to their chamber, the demon, AZAZEL, and the angel, GABRIEL, crowned with the moon and the sun, respectively. The Horsemen stand before them, VIKTORIA’s gaze flickering between the two as she takes a seat at the table, DMITRI and RYUK following suit while NERISSA leans against a pillar, an intrigued smile already gracing their lips. There is no one else present; not a single other soul that can hear what conversation occurs between the two parties. For there are secrets that shall be passed from the Tridium and into the hands of the Horsemen that will sever the tenuous harmony of the Holy Land.

If one were silent enough, perhaps they would hear Fate’s shears cutting the cord in two. 

Only the shadows will hear of what is proposed by the Moon and the Sun to the four creatures of the apocalypse. Poisoned, infernal, senseless - the words are whispered within the privacy of the gilded walls of the room, leaving the cursed soul who struck down the great Star of the Tridium with no option other than to fear for their life - or forfeit it completely - for the Horsemen are now determined to have it. 

IN THE REALM OF INFERNUM…

From the moment they step foot into the beguilingly hellish land of Infernum, they know something is amiss. The air is tainted with unease; bitterness swiftly stirring in the wake of it - what was once the taste of contentment now a rancid, ruinous coating upon their tongues. Even the Daemonium seem ill at ease; their guttural howls no longer cries for revelry and satiation, but desperation given vicious voice.

And still the lingering shift continues to elude the returning party of demons.

Little do they know that their kingdom was violated - that their peace was desecrated. 

The doors of the Black Palace open, and instead of howled greetings and a cacophony of salutations, the travelers are greeted with the silence of the dead - six veiled corpses awaiting them. All eyes turn to JUDAS, who looks on in silence then lifts the veil of the body closest to him. The mass of marred flesh that is revealed comes as no surprise - how can he possibly entertain such a sentiment, when the perpetrators are escapees of none other than the Black Cells? His eyes turn to ABADDON, who has no answers to lay before his questing gaze.

Then AMON, a notorious member of the Conclave, breaks the stony silence that fell over the Vices and their king. “There were three members of the Black Cells that escaped, my lord,” they begin, eyes flickering between the unspoken king and queen of Hell. “Their guard, it seems, had forsaken his duties and left himself vulnerable to manipulation. It seemed as though they knew that you, Abaddon, and the Vices had left the kingdom…” AMON’s gaze settles on ABADDON, their lips twisting into a sneer as they walk between the corpses. “But that is not what concerns me.”

The Conclave member reaches down, their fingers bunching the fabric of the veil before lifting it. Beneath it lies an angel - bloodied and marred, their wings twisted beneath them. On their breast is a pin, to mark their authority as an ambassador from Caelum. The Seraphic creature was bludgeoned within the realm of Infernum, by an escapee of the Black Cells. DAMIEN WARD kneels beside the corpse, and gently shuts their eyes.

When he pulls away, his fingertips are stained with blood. AMON bows their head, awaiting the word of the demon they acknowledge as king. MAMMON, however, looks at DAMIEN.

No one gives voice to what they are all thinking - the blood is not only on ABADDON’s hands, but all of theirs.

And the angels will seek retribution. 

It is what the now-dead God had created them for, is it not? 

“Who broke out of the cells, Amon?” ABADDON asks, her voice striking through the silence, as sharp as the end of a whip. 

“There were three of them,” AMON recounts, “two were mortal and one of them was a gifted one. They stole the weapons from the vault and -” 

“Have you sent forces to capture them yet?”

“Yes, my lady, of course-”

“I don’t see their heads on a stick yet,” ASMODEUS interrupts, crossing his arms as AMON twists their hands anxiously. 

AMON stammers out, “Th-They evaded us, but I believe that they may still be within the Realm-”

JUDAS raises a finger, and a hush falls over them all. Three murderers, hateful of demons, are now waiting within the shadows of Infernum - armed with weapons that could fell any one of them. If they aren’t careful, the streets of the city will run black with the blood of those over whom he reigns. The whispers of dissent would multiply ten-fold. They would look to another to uphold his beloved crown.

DAMIEN WARD looks at him, while the members of the VICES glance between the two. The Anti-Christ’s gaze doesn’t waver from that of the Great Betrayer.

“Send word to Michael.” JUDAS says, eyes shifting from the angelic corpse. “Tell them one of their own has fallen.”

IN THE KINGDOM OF CAELUM…

The angels return to their sanctuary, having grown impatient with the absence of their king. It is said that the land is tied to him - when he leaves, it seems to pale; the birds losing the lilt in their son and the sun sinking from its perch atop the skies. Were that the truth, none of the citizens of Caelum would be surprised, for their hearts are tied to the kingdom’s land as well. After all, they fought for it, raging against God, of all creatures, for this piece of eden-like earth. The blood of their enemies had drenched the soil, but it was their blood that made it flourish - it was MICHAEL’s blood that ensured its acquisition. 

When MICHAEL steps into the kingdom, Caelum breathes anew; the VIRTUES filing after him only serving to stir the land into giddiness. No longer are they shackled by the etiquette of foreign courts - now they can indulge in the respite offered by their people and their kingdom. Is it not known, after all, that angels find comfort only within the warmth offered by other angels? For none can compare to their holiness. 

It is why they take the loss of their loved ones as harshly as they do. 

It is also why, when word reaches MICHAEL and the VIRTUES as they make their way  through the halls of Archangel’s Castle, they are greeted with nothing but wailing and grinding of teeth. The angelic ambassadors are considered particularly beloved - for they are entrusted with the will and whim of the king that fought for their freedom. Among them is the fallen BARACHIEL; one of the first to draw their blade in rebellion against God. The most beloved of them all. 

Beloved as they were, the grief they receive is quick to curdle into rage.

The tongues of the angelic creatures grow barbed as they look at their king. Though he isn’t to blame, there is no doubt that the fissures in his visage are beginning to show. Looking upon him, they can’t help but wonder about the efforts he claimed to have made to ensure the loyalty of his allies. While the Holy Land thrives despite its loss, it seems as though Caelum suffers still under this king’s hand. Why are they not thriving as they should be? Can it truly be wise to keep their hearts threaded with that of a king who found it so easy to abandon his kingdom and leave it so pliant and vulnerable?

The whispers follow the king of Caelum as he strides towards the War Room, the VIRTUES gathered and armed to the teeth, awaiting their orders while they bite down on the grief and anger that weighs upon them. 

Gathered within the War Room of the Castle, the VIRTUES lay their eyes upon MICHAEL as he looks between them.

“We ride for Infernum,” He declares. “and we will not leave until we have our retribution.” 

FINAL NOTES: And with that, our second event is now live! We want to thank our members for their patience and support during this period — we sincerely hope the wait was worth it! We cannot wait to see what you all come up with on the dash. For the sake of clarity, you will find notes below on what is occurring with each of the factions. Please keep in mind that you are not restricted to threading only within your faction. Involving your character in any of the events taking place is certainly possible — and encouraged! We are incredibly grateful to our members for being so supportive and cannot wait to see the threads and activity that will bloom on the dash. Below you will find notes on what is occurring with the different factions. 

MORTALS: The entrants and nominees seeking election as the Tridium’s next Star are ARIANNE ALTIER, EVANGELINE TRAME, JASPER RICHE, and LUCA RICHE. If they hope to be successful, they will need to campaign for the position. We invite them — and any of the other mortal characters who wish to participate or offer support — to hold their own events to “canvass” for the position. At a later date, we will be releasing a poll for our mortal-writers to vote for who they think should be the next star. The results will be released at the end of our second event. 

HORSEMEN: The Horsemen have been hired by the Tridium to find the perpetrator that murdered Cador. Though the masses have begun to suspect foul play, only the Horsemen and the Tridium members are aware of this. Azazel and Gabriel have yielded all their information to the Horsemen and have established with them a line of rapport.he Horsemen are free to collaborate with others should they choose to. We also highly encourage that other characters volunteer for the suspect line-up for fun interrogation threads! 

DEMONS/ANGELS: The demons are experiencing a loss of their own — the escape of prisoners from ABADDON’s Black Cells. As the Horsemen are already occupied with the Tridium’s plight, we encourage members of the Virtues and Vices come together to hunt down these escapees. To reiterate: there are three mortals within the realm of Infernum currently running amok and highly likely to kill angel and demon civilians. Their identities and history are known only by ABADDON, but we encourage our players to hunt for more information!

Additionally, please keep in mind that there are two events that occur during the month of the Red Rain Moon. Your character is free to attend any of these, and we highly encourage that you use them for your threads:

VISITATION: Throughout the Red Rain Moon, Mortals in particular pay visit to the graves of those they’ve lost — whether to the Blood Plague, mortality or war. Rather than Visitation being a macabre ordeal, however, it is a celebration. Denizens light candles for those who are absent and dance until the sun comes up, gorging themselves on cuts of meat and fruits.

THE RED FESTIVAL: On the final day of the Red Rain Moon, creatures of all kinds gather in the citadel of the Holy Land and celebrate the Red Festival, the purpose of which is to demonstrate gratitude for those who have survived — and continue to survive — the Blood Plague’s defacing effects. The aim of the festival is to paint the participants in red, mimicking the influence of the calamity, and there is only one rule: all participants must dress in white.

And finally, if you have any questions, please drop them in the Discord channel. You are free to thread out any of the events that have been outlined in the event or to have your characters go on their own adventures. Otherwise, we hope you all have fun and enjoy!

[roselevesque]

Unexpected visitor

It's supposed to be a typical night when Light first feels it.

Misa is to return from a meeting with her manager in an hour and the cold dinner decorates their kitchen table in a mockery of her domestic dreams. Untouched and unheated, been so since she put it there in a hurry a few hours ago.

This is normality. The notebook on his desk urging him to fill it for the night is also normal. Ryuk's incredulous stares from Light's one side to another are very much not.

He sighs, way too tired for his companion's shenanigans. "Ryuk, tell me already what has got you like this."

"Eh..." the Shinigami answers "I don't think I will."

Light huffs and drops himself on the sofa with one leg over the other and his arms crossed. Goddamn Ryuk and his weird moods. "Why is that?"

The Shinigami turns around, but his gaze is not on a level with Light's. He is looking above and beyond, at something he himself cannot appear comprehend, much less Light. There is no breeze outside and the windows are closed anyway, yet a chill is ruffling his hair. He begins to comprehend.

Ryuk then laughs in his face. "You'll find out soon enough."

Light`s fingers tear into his arm, root him in the feeling - his hair being played with by this unknown entity.

Regardless of who they are, he meets it head on, doesn't jump away. Light stands by his decision once a late Misa litters him in kisses. He pretends that an invisible stare isn't boiling in his thoughts. Every time Ryuk giggles more maniacally than usual, he lies to Misa and explains to her the problems that arise with a lack of apple consumption. She buys it, no question. And Light is slightly disappointed, no question.

He maintains his iron wall well into the the first hours of the next day. Both him and Misa are still as stone in their bed. Whereas he does it out of necessity, she does it out of possibility. Light hears her even breath, finding himself jealous and contemptuous. She is stone indeed...a tiny rock, swayed by the river and not understanding the implications at all. He is in too, even deeper than her. He tries to ignore the ghostly touch on his leg or how the blanket seems to shift on its own accord. Acknowledging is giving in. Light is obstinate by nature.

But he also knows better. This is happening under someone - something's accord. Light muses that the Shinigami should have showed itself by now if they wanted to make an impression and his contemplation is as such that the cool pressure against his forehead is almost missed. The sensation soothes his mind for a second. During the following, it locks him down, below the notebook he can finally see is held by a wrinkly hand.

"Who are you?" Light whispers.

The Shinigami touches Light's arms and wraps them around the notebook. They apply just the right amount of pressure for him to let out a grunt. Mira stirs beside him while Light wonders briefly if he'd prefer for her to be awake too...before she settles back into slumber without an issue. The Shinigami shakes its large head and mumbles, after which they finally meet his gaze.

Light envies Misa.

"Have you perhaps forgotten about me, Light-kun?"

Really envies her.

L reaches for his cheek and strokes it with a mixture of disdain and reverence, the storm bubbling now on Light's skin.

He leans in. "Have you?"

Light closes his eyes, resigns himself to his fate.

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I have no idea where this came from, I wanted to write some Shinigami!L headcanons and next thing I know, this post turned into a fanfic. But, uh, I`d appreciate if you could tell me your thoughts on this sort piece anyway.

Thank you for reading!

[timextoxhajima]

HOSTIS, Chapter XV: Vetus Flamma, An Old Flame

Previous Chapter (XIV: Errat)

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): drama, angst?

Category: Short Novel/Long Series

“you were like a ticking time bomb, but there was only one person who could set it off.”

that face. those eyes. 

“y/n,” he calls out with that low, gentle voice, and it pulls you back down into your physical body. 

“i... did i get the wrong house?”

“no, you didn’t,” younghoon pauses and steps aside to show you doctor kim fiddling with the items he brought back from the hospital. there were disposables on the dining table where the older man was sitting at, most of them were cleared and the grease in the air was enough to tell you that younghoon probably brought food over. 

“unless you weren’t looking for him.”

“no, i...” shaking your head ever so slightly, your eyes gravitate back to younghoon’s. 

he didn’t look a second older than he did the last time you saw him; the day you graduated and stood on stage with lee hyunjae right next to you. 

“i’m here for him but why are you--”

“he’s my dad’s cousin. so, distant relative,” younghoon turns to look back at him who was looking at his files like they were gold. “he’s got no family of his own so... i come by every now and then to visit him.”

the plastic in your hands crinkle, motivating him to react to the sound and look down at your hands.

“two bowls,” he locks eyes with you, and the angle your neck needed to tilt to meet his was extremely nostalgic. “i’m assuming one’s for him?” 

a nod finds its way through your nerves, and he pulls the door open for you to come in. 

“younghoon! who was tha-- oh!” 

the bright grin that shined across his face when he saw you was indescribable. you don’t think there has been anybody happier to see you for the longest time in your memory. 

“y/n! why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” doctor kim literally tosses all the files back into the box and removes it from the dining table, shoving the disposables aside for you to put your things down.

“i wanted to surprise you after i heard... but i wouldn’t have come if i knew you had a visitor,” the chowder was still warm, and he takes the flowers from you with a grandfatherly kind of love. 

“nonsense!” he hands the flowers to younghoon absentmindedly, taking the two bowls of chowder out from the plastic and patting on the chair next to his. “i see this fool every month or so.”

“you’ve been seeing me a few days a week for the last month, doctor kim,” a laugh runs through your throat as you help him open the bowl of chowder, and younghoon disappears somewhere in the house, supposedly looking for something to put the flowers in. 

“so do i need to worry that i’m never going to see you again-- younghoon, get me two spoons!”

pulling off your coat, you smile tenderly at him while you placed it over your lap, tilting your head to the side while watching him stare at the little carrots bobbing up and down in the soup.

“no, you don’t need to worry because i’ll come visit whenever i can, i promise.”

younghoon comes by with the flowers in a transparent vase and two spoons. 

“thanks,” the expression of gratitude comes out in a small whisper when you realise you were saying it to younghoon. so he smiles and watches as doctor kim hands you a spoon, already stirring his share.

younghoon joins the both of you at the dining table after getting rid of the disposables, doctor kim yelling at him nearly every minute to remind him where to throw the things and what to do with the cutlery and utensils that could be washed. 

it was entertaining to watch, but that smile that you loved yet was torn away from you so long ago was right in front of you. 

he takes every word, every reprimand, every slight insult from doctor kim like it was nothing. 

younghoon looked so comfortable, even with you around the house, that you couldn’t stand it. 

the last time you assumed he loved you was when that picture of your lab teacher ‘kissing’ you surfaced on the internet, and you’ve never spoken to him since. 

doctor kim starts rambling about doctor choi and how he knew this day was coming. he knew that doctor choi would find some way to use a mistake he would make to force him into retirement. 

he just didn’t think he’d make the mistake so fast. 

“but since the mistake has been committed and it was a genuine mistake, i will take it for myself and deal with the consequences,” chest puffed out and chin tilted into the air, doctor kim really never fails to amuse you. 

the elder man slurps up the rest of the chowder and he hands the empty bowl to younghoon, getting out of his seat and doing himself a loud stretch.

you were long done with your chowder; you’ve been sitting here for nearly two hours just listening to him yell at younghoon and talk about doctor choi. his soup must’ve been cold but he still finished it.

there was a comforting warmth in the house you couldn’t really put a pin on, but nonetheless, having younghoon around and pretending like you didn’t once love him with all your heart was a difficult task to complete.

“it’s been such an honour working with you, y/n,” he’s scratching his lower back with his belly sticking out from his grey singlet, and you chuckle at his candidness. 

“it’s been the same for me too, doctor kim.”

“oh, good god!” he waves you with a crumpled face of agitated facial expressions. “i’m no longer doctor kim, just call me ryuk hoon--”

“but a doctor for 43 years deserves the recognition.”

you could tell that satisfaction and fulfillment welled-up inside him, but he quickly turns and looks at younghoon to release his emotions instead by giving him a tight whack on his left shoulder.

“ah-- uncle!”

“y/n,” the elder doctor digs his fingers into younghoon’s shoulder and aggressively massages it, earning a loud yelp of pain from him.

the effort to stifle your laughter upon watching younghoon cringe under him sucks your lips between your teeth, and you raise a brow at doctor kim to encourage him to continue.

“if you put doctor lee and this little rascal in the same room, who’d you pick?”

every neuron in your mind shuts down, and not a single cell in your body was working anymore. 

panic started to arise in your chest when you realised the difficulty his question had posed for you, but younghoon notes your expression and starts yelling at the top of his voice, trying to writhe out of doctor kim’s death grip. 

“why would you ask her that?” younghoon finally breaks free from his grasp and stands up, using his right palm to massage his shoulder lightly. the height difference causes doctor kim to look up while you look down at the table, the question etching into some stupid, illogical corner in your brain that you couldn’t fathom.

“because--”

“no ‘because’, you’re tired, go and wash up and then go to sleep,” younghoon presses both his palms onto doctor kim’s shoulders, turning him around and pushing him towards the hallway that you assume led to the bedroom. 

“what-- excuse me--”

“you’re excused!” 

“but i haven’t even--”

“y/n, doctor kim says goodbye!”

they were already gone from your sight into the hallway, and you muster up enough effort to call out. 

“goodnight doctor kim! i’ll see you soon!”

“bye y/n! thanks for comin-- stop pushing me!”

“if i don’t push you, you’ll never go into the bathroom!” 

the door closes somewhere, and you manage to hear doctor kim yell something incoherent now that he was... locked in his own bathroom. 

the gentle thumping on the wooden floor comes before younghoon’s appearance at the hallway again, and the look on his face seemed to reach out to you. 

“doctor lee?”

a muscle in your left eyebag twitches, the scent from the shirt you were wearing suddenly sinking into your senses. 

“as in... lee hyunjae?” 

nope.

“look, younghoon-- it’s getting late and i have work tomorrow so i gotta bolt--”

“no, no, wait, i’ll send you home,” he struts off to search for his keys, wallet and phone before going back down the hallway, telling doctor kim that he was leaving. 

the situation keeps you knee-deep in a mess of thought and emotion. 

there really were no words to describe what you were feeling or thinking -- if you were even thinking at all.

younghoon locks the front door while you wait by the roadside, trying to guess which car it was that was parked along the street. his shadow comes up from beside you and he waits for your attention.

the cool air was kissing your skin and the gentle breeze combing itself through the bristles of your fringe. the bun on the back of your head was sinking from the loosening hair tie, and you start to recall the image of hyunjae stuffing bits of hair into the lump this morning. 

but younghoon’s voice shakes you awake, and the light from the nearest lamp strikes your eyes around younghoon, his silhouette hiding his facial features except that little glow in his eyes.

“you alright?” 

am i?

“i guess. i think i’m just spent from the day.”

“well, let’s get you home and maybe we can talk about a proper catch up session.”

that assuring smile on his face offers some comfort, and he nods you down the street to a silver car that was parked a few metres away from doctor kim’s house.

you tell him your address and he drives off with the windows down, letting the sound of nature chirp its way into your ears with the street lamps passing by the vehicle every now and then.

the city comes into view when he needs to drive through a part of it to get to your place, and from a far you see the hospital’s name in large block letters on the top corner of the building. 

the ride was quiet, and it smelled different from the cars you’ve recently sat in. one smelled like the shirt you were wearing and the one car you wanted to be in you no longer remembered what it smelled like. 

there was no heat on your thigh and there was no urge to smash the window into pieces so you could jam one piece into the driver’s face.

but it was younghoon.

the first guy in your life who taught you what love was. 

but was it love if it didn’t end because you were in an everlasting battle with someone else?

the familiar street rolls up as the car manouvres its way down the corner, the white walls of your extending backyard that was 2 metres above street level greets you like walls of security, and you could tell younghoon was trying to guess which one you lived in.

it was the only one on the street with an elevated backyard.

he doesn’t ask you which one you lived in, but stops right outside the correct one, looking over at you with wide, curious eyes.

“how did you know?” 

his line of vision returns straight ahead as he nods, hands looking for the gears to pull into parking. 

“you’ve always had a knack for standing out, not because you wanted to, but because you do.”

your lungs inhale such a large amount of air, you feel like your ribcage cracked open. 

“you say that as if you didn’t have your fair share of popularity,” your head drops to the side to look at him, and his fingers were still wrapped around the circular circumference of the steering wheel.

“i was popular because of my face, but you?”

a pause as he looks at you.

“you were like a ticking time bomb, but there was only one person who could set it off.”

nope.

“well,” you say after a short moment of silence. “it was nice having this little catch up--”

“how about tomorrow? after your work?”

“uh, i--”

“come on, y/n,” his puppy eyes finally reveal themselves to you after so long, and the effect it has on you hasn’t changed. “how long has it been?”

“four...” the street lamp yearns for your attention. “maybe five years.”

the sound of his shallow breathing was all you could hear, and the silence that hung in the air was oddly easy to digest. it didn’t make your gut churn nor was being in the same vehicle as younghoon birth butterflies in your tummy.

if it was you five years younger, you’d be wishing you were kissing him by now.

but it wasn’t him whom you knew how he tasted, it was--

“so i’ll see you tomorrow? i recognise that chowder you got, it’s from the cafe nearby right?”

you nod, your fingers already pulling on the lock of the car door.

“i’ll see you there then. don’t stand me up.”

a hearty laugh finds its way through your teeth as you feel the skin around your eyes crinkle, the cool air greeting you once again now that you’ve gotten out the car. 

“how dare i stand up the good-est boy i’ve ever dated?” craning your neck downwards, you tease him through the car window.

but a glimmer of mischief flits past his orbs, and it wasn’t difficult to spot that look on his face, even after so long.

“‘good-est boy’?” a soft snort. “i’m pretty sure good boys aren’t the most memorable ones, at least not for you.”

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

Chapter XVI: Adsumo

A/N: cAN I GET A HOYAAAA

[my-one-true-l]

Could I ask for a scenery for L, Near, & Light were their S/O is afraid of them, but not in a bad way but they just come off as cold. And the S/O feels like they are there but not really there bc of their work 🦋

Hello My Dear Anon! Aww, Ok. I will give this a try.🖤

L fixated on the information on the computer before him. Another investigation had drawn him and held him in its clutches and yet again his presence was reduced to little more than a human statue that communicated in hums and grumbles.

They tiptoed into the room, their steps so quiet he never heard them sneak up behind him.

“L? Would it be alright if we talked for a sec?” They spoke in a way that felt like their words would give away L’s identity if they were any louder.

“Hmm? Yes, what is it?” He never turned from his work, his attention at best halved by the screen in front of him.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I haven’t seen you in three days, not really anyway.”

“This case is time sensitive. One oversight and I will have to start from the beginning.”

“I understand.” They cast their gaze to the floor, head bowing low as they turned to leave the room.

He caught their dejected reflection in the monitor, a ghostly reminder of the person he was, once again, disappointing.

“Would you like to get some cake and sit with me? I can’t abandon this case, but I also do not have to abandon you either. I would enjoy your company.”

They stopped and slowly turned towards him, a small smile on their face. “I would like that.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Near stood in the middle of the room, flanked by walls of screens that held his attention. He didn’t greet them when they came into the room, not even a wave or smile to acknowledge them.

“Are you going to be---“

“Shhh, I need to concentrate,” he hushed evenly, eyes still searching for answers on the screen.

There was no malice in his intent, but it still hurt to be on the receiving end of his disapproval.

“Sorry I bothered you,” they whispered, their voice shaky as they tried to fight back their tears. “I just missed you is all.”

Quickly, they turned to escape the room as fast as possible.

He didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t let him see you cry.

“I didn’t ask you to leave. I asked you to wait until I am done to talk to me.” He called after them. How he knew they were leaving they would never know. His stare never left the broadcast. “Please stay and entertain yourself with any of my puzzles. I will join you as soon as I am finished here.”

They wiped the back of their hand across their eyes and snuffled as they went over to the stack of games on the floor. “Ok. I will be here.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Light scrolled through endless pages of criminals, finding the names of those that deserved his judgement.

“Are you almost done?” they asked innocently enough. “I have to go home soon.”

“Can you please be patient? I have a lot to do if I’m going to fill three weeks’ worth of pages.” He spoke casually, but his voice held an edge to it that they knew meant he was irritated with them.

Justice was his to give and he couldn’t take time away for frivolous things, even if frivolous things included their feelings.

They flopped onto his bed and swore they felt something swoop past them, the sudden motion catching his attention from the corner of his eye.

Be careful Ryuk. They know of the Death Note, but not of your existence.

What seemed like moments to Light had been the better part of an hour and it was becoming clear that he was focused on his work and had interest in little else.

“I’m going go home. It’s getting late.”

“Alright. Thank you visiting me. Sorry it couldn’t be more exciting for you.” Light gave the expected pleasantry. “Next time we will go out somewhere.”

“You said that about today.” Their mouth turned down at the corners giving away any doubt that they were disappointed.

“My apologies. You know how important my work is, however it was not my intent to let you down.”

“It’s ok. I kind have gotten used to it.”

They gave him a sad smile, closing the door behind them to leave Light with his precious notebook.

[trashogram]

Devotee III. 

Ryuk/Misa 

This is the last one. Warnings: Emotional/Psychological Manipulation, Abusive Relationships, Dubious Consent to Interspecies Relations, Painful Sex, and Sociopath Light Yagami

Part One | Part Two

Misa was on her back trembling, completely bare, legs spread apart and propped open by Ryuk’s hands as he stared at her vulva.

She tried not to think about the creature’s teeth being so near to her most sensitive area. Ryuk had already punctured the skin of her breasts and around her collarbone in a frenzy, and the wounds stung. Her lower lip had also started bleeding somewhere in between then and now.  

“You see me for the god that I am, right Misa?”

She was desperately not to think at all.

In the meantime, Ryuk was mesmerised by the sight of her cunt. Her slit was shiny, lips swollen and a delicate pink. She looked so sweet that Ryuk could just imagine biting into her sex as if it were fruit.

Instead, the shinigami shifted his grip on her legs and opened his mouth. He swiped over her slit and past her labia, his shoulders wriggling gleefully when Misa whined at the stimulation. He stroked up and down, long stripes wherever it was bright pink and glistening; learning quickly that if he smoothed over the little nub at the peak, Ryuk could make her scream.

He nibbled at her there, alternating slithering into the opening where the generous, flavorful wetness originated.

Unlike apples or chocolate, or coffee, it didn’t taste like anything strong and definable; but Ryuk found himself eagerly licking the fluid up from her opening. The more he had, the more he wanted.

It was… what did humans call it? An acquired taste?

Something like that.

There was no shortage of it, either. Along with her cute noises, Misa kept gushing and couldn’t stop.  

Above him, Misa gripped the bedspread, face having gone completely red from embarrassment and exertion. She was having trouble with keeping her composure as she was being eaten… and that was even worse than enduring Ryuk’s undesirable attention.

Misa was covered in blood, drool, bite marks and scratches, but the most infuriating thing was that Ryuk was making her feel good. So, so good.

Light had justified that this wasn’t cheating, because Ryuk wasn’t a person. But Misa ached with guilt. How could he expect her to pretend that this wasn’t what it was? Or worse yet, pretend that Ryuk was Light and act like her bliss wasn’t from a monster?

“If you really, truly love me, you’ll do this for me.”

Was that the actual test? Did Light know that he’d put her into a lose-lose situation?

“Do we have to do this part?” Misa whined, eventually. “Why can’t we just… get it over with…?”

Catching movement in the corner of her eye, Misa’s head turned. Light had shifted to uncross his legs and cross them again, and he frowned at her.

“You’re supposed to pretend that it’s me with you right now, Misa.” He admonished. “Is that what you want when we’re together? To just ‘get it over with’?”

“No! No, no.” Misa shook her head, pausing with her mouth agape as Ryuk’s tongue curled inside her. “I would never want that with you, Light. I mean, I’d want to make you happy no matter how long it took!”

She babbled. “Not that taking long is bad or anything! I’d do whatever you wanted forever and ever. You know that right?”

Misa lurched abruptly, prompting Ryuk to laugh against her cunt. She could feel the vibration acutely and couldn’t stop herself from keening with revulsion, and an inkling of satisfaction.

“I hate that you’re not letting yourself enjoy this.” Light chuckled condescendingly. “You really need to relax, sweetie.”

His words sent a wave of self-loathing through Misa as she struggled not to cry like a child. A part of Misa wanted to go ahead and break down, in the vain hope that she could tantrum her way out of this. Deep down, Misa felt her behavior was justified in that this was not just an outlandish demand on Light’s part, but a disturbing one.

---

When Ryuk had had his fill of lapping at her, Misa was tempted to hope for one minute, but when the death god rose from the bed, he didn’t go very far. His claws fastened around the belt buckle at his waist and he pulled at it.

Her stomach flip-flopped as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Misa was too afraid to look as Ryuk undressed, eyes fixed on the ceiling where shadows glided in the dim room.

Misa hadn’t known if he was able to take off all of his clothes. She’d thought about it in a roundabout way, having always appreciated Ryuk’s wardrobe. It was definitely up her alley as far as style, and in the past, Misa had examined his jewels: rings, bracelet, earring, chains, etc.

They were cool-looking, though not as extraordinary as his clothing. The ‘shirt’ that covered Ryuk was ornately designed, especially the zippered sleeves. There were little etches of skulls and bones, circles and star-shapes, and symbols that Misa had never seen before in her life.

The clothing was skin-tight, with little creasing, making Misa wonder if the sleeves were actually part of his clothing at all. Asking about them didn’t get her very far, since Ryuk hardly seemed to know what they meant himself.

Regardless, Misa’s theories didn’t quite extend down to below the belt so much. Ryuk’s legs were similarly patterned, fabric bunched and folded. Unlike his upper body though, which bore obvious stitches that revealed the thick stitches between his shirt and neck, there was no indication of the same for his lower half.  

Ryuk returned to the bed, still clad in his black top and maneuvering to situate himself between Misa’s legs again. With morbid curiosity, Misa’s head lifted just enough for her to look down and see the member he held in one hand.

---

His cock was large, and at the sight Misa felt like she might faint. The size shouldn’t have been surprising, but Misa hadn’t really thought about it.

It was bluish-gray as his skin - the skin of his chest and legs and face, at least. Protruding thick from his groin and gradually narrowed up the dark blue, pointed head, it was gnarled and scored with indents and raised skin, ridges, sloping down the underside. Much like Ryuk himself, it was vaguely human-looking, but monstrous.

Misa rose a little bit more, hand held out as she stretched to brush the tip with her fingers. The tip looked pointy, but she was slightly relieved to discover that it wasn’t anywhere knife-like or cutting. She prodded, realizing that it was no different than the rest of his sallow skin, save for its accentuated stiffness.

Her touch - done merely to ensure that she wasn’t going to be literally stabbed in the womb - coaxed a deep-seated purr from Ryuk. His eyes were glued to the vision of Misa’s small hand smoothing over his cock, pawing at him.

The woman startled at his rumbling, and when Ryuk took her hand in his, prying her off gently so that he could shift in closer and angle himself at her entrance.

Black was oozing from the tip of his cock, already throbbing with her unintended stimulation.      

“This won’t kill ya.” Ryuk said, trying not to grin at her mortified expression. I mean, probably not.

The shinigami patted her knee in a comforting way while she shuddered, voice breaking. “Okay…”

Ryuk held his cock at her entrance, the head dipping into the rose-colored opening the slightest bit. Heat was pouring off Misa’s little body, mainly from her core as he compared the size of her to himself.

For the first time, Ryuk found the predicament questionable as he had no idea how anything could fit inside such a small space.

It wasn’t an illogical worry, as when he started pushing into her, it didn’t take long for Misa to start screaming her head off.

“It hurts! Misa bawled. “It hurts too much!”

Ryuk hastily withdrew himself from her entirely. The very real pain in her voice was startling, stabbing him with discomfort. It compelled him to slide away from her some more out of guilt.

Misa was certain with every fiber of her being that she couldn’t endure having it inside her body. That thing wasn’t meant to be inside of her.

“I can’t.” She whispered, body now taut like a wire stretched to its limit.

“I’m sorry, Light. I can’t do it.” Misa’s head bowed, a lump forming in her throat. Above her, Ryuk ceased advancing on her and moved back a little.

Light, on the other hand, sat still for a moment, then rose from his seat and stood beside them, looking down at the woman impassively.

“Misa,” He started. “What’s wrong?”

Misa couldn’t bring herself to look up at her god, too afraid she might go too far and scream in his face as she ached to do now. How could he?

How could the love of her life, the smartest person she knew - her savior - not know what was wrong? How could he ask her something like that while she was being taken advantage of right in front of him?

The model refrained from saying anything when she mustered up the courage to look at Light.

“It’s too big.” She sniffed, lamely.

His eyes turned shrewd. “You’re giving up?”

Misa blinked through her tears. Why did he have to say it with such disappointment?

“I-I just don’t think -” She hiccupped.

“Yeah, you don’t think.” Light said through gritted teeth. “I’m always thinking for you. If I wasn’t, you’d be dead by now anyway.”

Mouth dropping open, Misa stared at Light in disbelief. His words cut straight through her, putting any surface-level agony to shame with the heartbreaking blow.  

“Wha - Why? How could you say…” Her voice cracked.

Close to sobbing, Misa felt the pressure at her hip. Perhaps it was a lie her brain was concocting for self-preservation, but Misa felt the pads of Ryuk’s fingers lightly tracing over her. The death god said nothing, very used to seeing Light take his anger out on Misa by now, but it was like he was trying to soothe her, or help her calm down.

The inexplicable image of an apple rolling toward her came to mind.

“Look, Misa.” Light pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll stay right here, how about that? Here, give me your hand.”  

She offered her hand without a second thought, still weeping. Unlike Ryuk, Light’s skin was soft and golden, visible veins carrying blood from his wrist up to his fingers and the warmth familiar. Misa wanted only to feel his hand in hers, even when Light’s gaze turned reddish and his immeasurable disappointment caused him to nearly crush her fingers.

“We’re not stopping again.” He stated. “Do you understand?”  

----

Oh god.

She could see him.

Ryuk was little more than halfway inside of her, and Misa could see his cock buried, bulging from underneath her belly button. He had to be stretching her far past her limit.

He let out a breathless laugh, almost like he was still in disbelief that this was happening too. In disbelief that they’d gotten this far. The distress that Light had brought about was both a hindrance and a help in that, while he didn’t enjoy seeing Misa suffering so much, it had emboldened Misa to try again.

Ryuk stayed in place, savoring the heat surrounding him before he gradually pulled out. Although he didn’t have personal experience, the shinigami didn’t instantly speed up. He remained half-sheathed in Misa, then sunk back in, and out.

Emboldened, or as most people would call it, forced.

With every plunge, Ryuk drew back farther and then pushed in further. He was speechless. Even more confounding, he felt like he couldn’t breathe - he didn’t need it, but his shriveled lungs were demanding air. That purring from earlier continued rolling from his diaphragm, and he let his claws glide over her until he was palming her chest. The shinigami could feel Misa’s heart beating wildly, pounding on her ribcage. All for him.

Ryuk’s partner lay under him, prior ambition to hold in her moans now abandoned. Misa grew louder with every thrust into her cunt, unable to determine if she was groaning out of pain or rapture. It must’ve been both, for she was now soaking through the bedsheets and still able to perceive the ridges of his cock brushing against her walls.

“Oh! God! Please!” The pointed end of him was stabbing her cervix, but without the jolt of it, Misa felt empty. No longer afraid of being cut into; no, she needed that feeling again and again and again.

When she groped for the hand over her heart for stability, Ryuk wheezed a laugh at her urgency.      

“Kukuku,” He stumbled over the sounds. “Y-yes?”

Misa moaned while the coil in her belly tightened, eyes shut and every sense concentrated on the feeling of being repeatedly filled. There was a tingle at the base of her spine, pleasantly torturous, like being tickled without mercy. It made her cunt contract around the oversized member inside, gripping Ryuk as if to keep him buried inside as far as possible.

She screamed, convulsing so violently that her hips jolted forward into Ryuk’s and ascended upward with the shock. It was sudden, and in this new position Ryuk was all the way inside of Misa, unable to do more than rut against her with bewilderment and desperation.  

Misa carried on jerking uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through her veins. It lingered, going on and on, fizzling out her surroundings and turning her vision white until her body went limp.

She gulped in air, barely feeling the sweat rolling down from her hairline and herself being pushed and pulled at Ryuk’s persistence.    

“I’m ah,” Ryuk panted, hands tightened around the girl’s thighs as he leaned back, eyes rolling while he let the sensations wash over him. “Gonna have to - stop, before I… ahh.”

“It’s fine, Ryuk.” Light said. “Keep going.”

Misa lay, numb save for the little aftershocks here and there, until her senses were restored, and she cried out at a deep thrust. Consequently, her expression went slack when she was able to understand what was being said.

“Wait, wait!” Her head snapped toward Light once more. “Light, d-does it have to be inside?”

Her bloody lower lip trembled as Light simply glared at her. He made no move to respond to her, despite how disheveled she was.

“Light…?”

Misa’s heart sank. His stare was burning a hole into her bobbing form. If she could’ve allowed herself, Misa might’ve believed that Light held all the contempt in the world for her right then.

Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes again. Her pleading made no difference. It didn’t matter that she’d shown Light how loyal she was by letting a literal monster have his way with her. It wasn’t enough, she was expected to go above and beyond.

Allowing a stray tear to slip down her cheek, Misa inhaled shakily. “Yes, don’t hold back, Ryuk. It’s ok.”

The death god looked down at her, and his pace slowed considerably. He had pulled out two-thirds of the way, having only a vague idea of what was being said as he lost himself.

“Keep going.” She implored him, squeezing him with her thighs. “I want you to cum. I want you to cum inside me. Please.”

Ryuk stuttered, unable to come up with any response to her pleading.  

“I want it so much.” She swallowed. “I need it. I need you to cum inside me!”

Her demand had Ryuk’s hips snapping forward of their own accord, responding to a sudden surge of adrenaline that went right to his groin.

Misa gasped when the death god grabbed her by the thighs again, unhooking them from around his waist. Immediately, he pushed forward, bending her legs back until they were practically behind her head.

He growled, contorting his lanky body into a v-shape so that he could continue pummeling her into the mattress while anchoring one claw on the headboard.

Misa could feel that tightening in her belly, out of nowhere, at the deep, thundering sound. She had never heard him make a sound like that before, and it being so close pushed her over the edge for the second time.

Her inner muscles were unable to clench as tightly as the first time, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t believe it, but Ryuk’s cock started to swell. Misa was afraid that she was going to literally be torn apart this time, until a sudden burst of heat flooded her belly, coating her insides.

She felt like every nerve in her body had been set on fire.

---

Light was calling her name.

In a daze, Misa slowly turned her head toward Light. She had trouble focusing on him, even as he closed the distance between them and appeared overhead, placing a hand on her cheek. He was looking at her with a wry sort of softness. Smile like a double-edged sword, just for her.

The feeling of his hand against her didn’t compare to the oozing between her legs, or the small spasms of her cunt at the loss of Ryuk.

----

Ryuk wasn’t the type to die for another human.

He’d sat on the edge of Misa’s bed like a watchful gargoyle, not moving even when Light returned to the room and left a bath towel on the chair before closing the door behind him.  

She’d passed out minutes after he’d pulled out of her, watching his own ink-like cum leak out and flow down her thighs. Ryuk had feared for a moment that he actually did kill Misa, until Light informed him otherwise.

He’d placed his hand back over her heart, after covering her with blankets. Her pulse had slowed considerably, but only as she relaxed into REM sleep.

Ryuk’s mouth twisted, eyes somewhat melancholic.

He unlatched the notebook from his belt and opened it to a blank page and started scribbling. Ryuk scorned his own handwriting for once, but as soon as he finished, the god ripped out the corner and folded it.

He stared at the note for a long moment, then found Misa’s hand beneath the comforter and let it crumple in her palm.

[theholycovenantrpg]

In the beginning was NERISSA, a HORSEMAN loyal to the cause of the HORSEMEN. They are said to be IMMORTAL and use SHE/THEY pronouns. In this New Testament they serve as the HORSEMAN OF WAR. Blessed be her name.

THE INDELIBLE MARK.

Before they were known as the Horseman of War, they were first known as spear-wielding Ares, the wise Bellona. Pulled from the first glob of God’s divine blood, ferocity clings to their every movement, carved as she is from that first moment of onslaught. The image of dissent, an atmosphere of aggression tugs formidably behind them: one cannot enter into their presence without coming away and feeling themselves savagely provoked. They are uniquely able to rouse a sense of belligerence in the hearts of all those who draw near, inciting embattled violences beneath the flesh. A natural battle-strategist and capable soldier, she is perhaps best suited to the life of roving sword-selling: lifting herself from Purgatory and into earth through appetite alone, her inviolable arrogance causes her to inspire more fear than love. Endowed with the divine gift of almost unconquerable physical prowess, War is by far the most capable of their band in skirmishes and warfare—her apparent invincibility transforms her every movement into bloody spectacle. Sating themself on the hostility around them, they feed on slices of wrath and aggression, which enhances their might and muscle. No weapon is a stranger in her hands—the silver never fails to draw blood. Like her comrades, she too traverses the earth seated above a steed retrieved from Purgatory’s wispy depths: a beast of scarlet red, its mane kissed by flames. When one draws closer, however, one realises that it is not that its hide is the colour red, but that its body is mysteriously glazed with blood.

THE HISTORY.

Once upon a time, the universe had waited in silence, sitting utterly still. It waited to be born. Not a breath stirred, not a star sighed, not even God peeled open His eyes to glimpse the vision of what would come to be His creation. It was not until He at last emerged from the empty-bellied void in which He drew His first breath that something at last began to rouse. With both hands, the Creator began to sculpt, and high above all those terrestrial slices of life He dipped his hand into a luminous cloud, cutting out something divine. From the shimmer, a slew of angels sprouted. Satisfied with His creation, God turned His attention to the earth, forging children from the soil and coaxing them into His kingdom; all the while, a host of heavenly divinities peered down from a magnificent kingdom of their own, their eyes always upon Him. It was then that His creation began to stir. The waves crashed upon the coastline, its milky sea-form baring its teeth as it lapped violently over the crag—suddenly, something sparked. What must it feel like, the angels wondered as they watched God dote on the earth, to be pulled from the hollow ocean of nothingness and brought into existence only to serve? In groups, they began to whisper more surreptitiously now, their necks bowed in secrecy: what could it mean, to be brought into being only to fall down in supplication? To be forced to beg attentively beneath the feet of a throne? It feels like this. It means this. Thus, the first seed of insurrection was planted right there in God’s heavenly kingdom, and the seed began to grow. For most, the feeling was nothing more than a feeling. For others, it was a knife. What, they thought, made God worthy of their worship? Were they not each divine? Digging up the seed from the ground, they sharpened it into a blade, and the dissenters turned their sullen weapon on their lord. With a fell swoop of His hand, the divinities were reduced to dust—yet not before the blade had stoked met flesh. A lone bead of blood trickled down His arm.

As God watched the droplet run down His arm, He began to contemplate all the moments that had led to its becoming: moments of dissent, moments of conflict. Moments of war. The wine-red caught the holy light and, for a moment, God felt strangely impermanent; He realised that he, too, could be conquered. Something occurred to Him then that had never occurred to Him before: He had made himself King of all he saw, the sky’s amber flush buckling to please Him, the earth’s children bending a knee—but still it could turn on Him. Dagger-wielding, His angelic renegades were only a slice of the violence that could be sharpened against Him, and thus, a sense of militance guiding the sculptor’s hand, God took the morsel in His palm and began to create. When He was done, something ravenous grew in its place. War. He only held their gaze for the slightest of moments, yet something in their eyes captured His interest: deep red, He felt as if He was staring into two pools of blood. Her creator was hesitant to break the connection, yet, almost fearful of the war-mongering creature He had carved from his own mortality, He left her to her mutinous sedition, that first flash of divinity against silver still lingering in His mind. War threw their head violently backward, sating themself on the divinity around them, and she began to dream of relentless anarchy. An idol of red waste began to unfurl in her rib. They began to envision how, in their calamitous hands, the shedding of blood became distinctly religious; all that was created could also be ruined, awaiting her sacred purge. She understood war. She recognised rage. As God turned His back on them, she grunted out assault. They were that first moment of violence and dissidence, a blade sharpened and turned against God. And they were every other rancorous moment that followed.

The presence of War has always been felt. Eve would sink her teeth into the golden apple, and humankind would turn on its benevolent ruler, harnessing a web of violence in their hands, leashing it into a weapon. She foresaw it. She was it. War smiled. When God at last returned to His awful creation, He skirted uneasily around her, deeply suspicious of the ungovernable creature He had sculpted. He wanted her gone. Refusing to meet the red pools in her eyes, the Creator carved a slice in the cosmos, a grey fog creeping out from within it. Without a word, War slipped from God’s kingdom to their own. Together, the Horsemen landed in Purgatory, a cavern crafted in their dire image, before being omnipotently thrust apart, enclosed into their own domains—pulled toward a husk of life here and a shred of eternity there, they awaited the primeval promise of their return. Though she first revelled in its bleak landscape, the opportunity of warfare unwinding its secrets to her, she sowed a seed of strife amongst its hungering inhabitants and only came away dissatisfied. War tied her belligerence to them, and its lost souls followed it hollowly; when she sank her teeth into them, she found nothing to sate herself on. She chewed, and she quickly reached sinew. They were nothing more than cold, dead bone. In a torment of their own, War churned in their chamber, emptied by the pyrrhic aggression she mindlessly roused. Starving, all they could do was wait, languishing idly while she awaited God’s divine summon. While she dreamt of grinding the earth in her mouth. That summon would never come, but something else did: a splinter, yet another slice in the cosmos, a glowing window which invited her step. Though her companions idled, reluctant to abandon their bone-carved kingdoms and their hordes of lovesick ghosts, War threw themself impatiently through the gap. The next world embraced lovingly her.

The cut didn’t spit them out. Instead, it gave birth to them. When they emerged from the tear, they greeted a world almost entirely flooded by red; the Blood Plague had spread itself over the children of the earth, tearing their final breaths from between their ribs, and what remained of God’s temporal creations were at war. Overtaken by a host of celestial creatures, the earth buckled beneath their divinity, and yet it went on living—the End of Days had stepped into the world, only to be shown that their services were no longer required. War would not take the world in her mouth after all; she would not deliver a grave of strife into the universe. She resented it. That, she felt, meant it owed her. They had never been much of an engineer; to wage war, after all, meant to raze Creation to the ground, yet they carved out the new destiny they would share with their fellow Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They would kill for coin. It fit her like a glove, the implacable title of Assassin: it was, after all, not too different from mounting an attack—cut a man open with silver and they bleed the same, no? In them, blood and rage welded into a single organism. Reach into their chest, pull apart their ribs, and there lay the revolting product of it, so bright and gaudy that one couldn’t possibly look away, couldn’t tear their eyes from the sight of it, even if they wanted to. War's heart has always hammered in her chest with a violence almost religious; with each thump it belches with a spray of blood, like an animal used in sacrifice. Riding mightily beside their brethren, she inspires as much admiration as she does fear. For now, the world seems to stand still—but War has seen what happens when a seed is planted.

THE CONNECTIONS.

DMITRI, RYUK & VIKTORIA: Fellowship. They are, perhaps, the only things she hopes never to smite with her blade. Each of them had been sculpted for devastation, shaped in the image of apocalypse, and yet in each other they have found something untouchable. They’ve created something they would mourn to watch burn. First, they had been alone, and in Purgatory they held to each other for only a moment before splintering apart; now, they ride side-by-side, as it was always meant to be. All of them are ravenous, each of them have always dreamed of gorging themselves on cuts of the world, and that is precisely what Nerissa had always been searching for. Not companionship, but shared hunger—though she seems to also have found companionship too along the way. Purgatory had offered nothing for her. Though she pulled morsels to her mouth, they never sated her. What hostility could she feed herself on, what feeling could she find, amongst the dead? The first to cut out their destiny in the New World, there are many who mistake War for the group’s leader, and while they certainly enjoy the shimmer of reverence that comes with their brashness, there are no hierarchies amongst them. They are equals. Ryuk in particular invites her appetite: both, after all, had been cut from the reminder that even God could be felled—and yet, they run with all of them. That thought of watching the world fall to fire is never far from her mind, but when she thinks of her fellowship—well, perhaps she changes her mind.

ARIANNE ALTIER: Acolyte. If they have ever been wrong about a person, that is not something they are ever particularly open about admitting, but when it comes to Arianne, this brooch of a girl with the bloodied fangs to match—well, perhaps she can swallow her pride just this once. When she had first come to her, they had seen nothing special again; beautiful, yes, but there are so many beautiful girls. But Arianne is something more than beautiful. She’s terrible, and that’s something Nerissa can work with. There are so few in this world that have genuinely drawn their attention; after all, War has never sought to own the world, only to break it—yet, she has detected something ruinous in the woman that kneels at her feet, begging to be taught. She has encountered so few capable of genuine destruction, and while they’re not yet sure whether the girl is capable of razing everything in her path, even her sister, even herself, Nerissa will indulge her for the time being. What a mortal could offer the coming of the end of days, they are not quite sure, and yet there is something in her; something voracious, something wicked, something with teeth. Arianne has surprised her, and she goes on surprising her, but Nerissa cannot help themself but wonder: how far can flesh and bone go?

DAMIEN WARD: Strategy. They have no time for sycophants. They can’t bear those who dip their schemes into cloying honey, hoping to conceal their dark matter; and that is perhaps why she infinitely prefers him to his mentor, a sinner set on carving out a throne with his blade-like tongue. They recognise a slice of themself in him; in a way, they’re alike—two creatures shaped to ruin. Nevertheless, for all their likeness, for all their silent affirmations that a beast must find other beasts and search for prey to chew on, she has no desire to serve him. How long had it been, after all, since she and her comrades had shed the divine skins God had forged for them, carving out instead a path of their own? She had been at the helm of that. She will not relinquish her hold on it. Damien’s grip, however, seems to be slipping. Once, he would have eaten the world, chewed it up in his jaw, but now he sits idly, his Vices hungering indolently at his side. His ancient destiny had once been ruination, but Nerissa cannot help but feel her expression grow sour as she watches him perched above an imaginary throne. Yes, they are creatures carved from the same substance, but one of them has changed.

CAPHRIEL: Peacemaker. She sets herself apart from all the other creatures that War has ever encountered. Red and full of rage, they have spent the last few aeons sinking her teeth into creatures of hunger, animals of unstoppable violence, the sly animals lurking in Purgatory’s mundane depths. Caphriel, on the other hand, is embodied devotion; as reverent as God had once been, she pulls broken shards from her own bone to assist those searching for assistance—indeed, perhaps she has nobody to blame but herself that the Red Horseman of War had fixed their ravenous eyes upon her. Though she has many, the ethereal Caphriel has become her most favourite toy to play with. With two wolfish eyes, they have settled their sights on rending the creature apart—they are always searching for threads, as if pulling at one would cause her to fall apart. Her compassion is delightfully predictable, clinging to lone shreds of harmony, yet they know precisely how to tug at her; Nerissa easily incites the angel to provocation. At once resolved to avoid the bloodied, war-torn path which carves itself with their every step, they can only smile wickedly at the way that Caphriel finds herself continuously turning toward her, hoping to answer her with belligerence. Only one question remains: who will the angel sharpen her weapon against?

Nerissa is portrayed by Sung Hee Kim and was written by CAS. She is currently TAKEN by DANI.

[fo-love]

AroAceShipperPride • Day 3 • how did your f/o(s) react to you coming out?

I'm obviously not doing all of them, just some that popped into my head :) also, I would do Denki but I feel like it'd just be "I'm aroace jump" "neat" skkdnxj

Kenma

I just wanted to write hcs of me coming out to my brother bc it didn't specify romantic :)

So we're probably playing some games and it suddenly hits me that I haven't told him yet

Logically, I know he won't judge me but the nerves are still there for some reason??

I, understandably, get distracted from the game and I'm quiet when I'm usually not during games "what's on your mind?" he asks, pausing the game and looking at me

I get snapped back to reality and I'm just "huh? Oh, let's just get back to playing ;;;"

"No, obviously it's important and I should know"

"not really,, "

"You never try this hard to avoid eye contact with me and you're kind of curling up, it's important to you" Kenma stated, analyzing Kai

".... fiNE" Kai huffed, "but you can't judge me, okay? Promise" they held out their pinky for a pinky promise

"do I ever j-"

"just promise, please!"

Kenma hooked his pinky with Kai's and held up his thumb while their pinkies were still hooked "im guessing you want to stamp it?"

"You know me so well" kai smiles and touches their thumb to his then their hands separate and Kai takes a breath to calm down

"well,, uh doyouknowwhataroace-jumpisbecauseimkindaroace-jump" kai said quickly

Kenma, being their brother for his whole life, understood what they said and kai looked like they were about to cry

Kenma pulled Kai into a hug, which was rare for him, Kai usual started the hugs. He patted Kai's head softly, knowing they took as a way to say "I'm proud of you" (actually, now that he thinks about it, he might be the reason for that. He was never good with putting emotions into words or just preferred to talk less so anytime Kai showed him or gave him something he smile a little and pat their head)

"don't cry, I'm so proud of you for telling me, thank you for trusting me with it" he whispered instead of talking since Kai's head was resting on his shoulder. "and I'm never going to think differently of you, especially because of your sexuality"

**few hours later, after its passed*

"look at you, collecting all the flags, huh?" Kenma jokes, referring to Kai being pansexual, aroace-jump, polyam, and genderfluid.

"I only have one more than you!" Kai playfully whines and lightly shoves Kenma's head to the side (I headcanon kenma as Demisexual, Biromantic, and Demiguy/Demiboy [he/they pronouns])

Bakugo

Nerves up by 100%

I realize while talking to my sister, Momo-

Well technically she realized cause we were talking about sexualities and she asked if I've told bakugo about being aroace jump and I'm like.... Oh no,,,

Cause like,,, he's probably not gonna judge me but he might,,, and if he doesn't I'm gonna get an earful because I didn't tell him sooner sjnfsk

So i go and knock on his dorm room door after training

Ngl almost chickened out since he didn't answer immediately

But he answered it as soon as I was turning to walk away

He tilted his head a bit and quirked an eyebrow

"u-uh well i-,, um,, "

"Are ya okay?"

"yeah just I wanted to te- I wanted to tell you that i-i'm,,, aroace jump,,, "

Bakugo was silent for a little and Kai panicked before he shook his head as if embarrassed "what does that mean, shorty?"

Kai smiled at the nickname and explained it, basically sweating bullets by the end

"good for you?" Bakugo said, confused "I don't see why you're so nervous?"

Then realization hits nd he's like "?! Did you think I'd be upset with you??"

Kai averts their eyes and nodded

Bakugo sighed and left his doorway going towards Kai, closing the door behind him. He hugged them and rested his chin on their head and closed his eyes

Kai cried out of relief. "don't cry, I would never judge you for this, you can't help your sexuality. Anyone with half a brain knows that, and you know I didn't date you for your body anyway. And tell me when you're on an aro jump, okay? If you're comfortable with either still dating but not hanging out or taking a break all together, it's ok, I want you to be comfortable in, got it?" he said softly, rubbing Kai's back and kissed the top of their head "I love you, this isn't changing how I feel"

He opened his eyes and saw Sero, Mina, Kaminari, and Momo at the beginning of the hallway

"wow, I didn't know you could be all soft!" Kaminari laughed

"SHUT IT, DUNCE FACE!!!" Bakugo let go of Kai facing them letting his hand let of little sparks

Momo ran up to Kai with a smile, picking up their sibling and spinning them in a hug "I'm so proud of you!!" She gushed, setting kai down afterwards. Mina ran over as well and ruffled their black hair with a wide smile "Good Job, Kit Kat!" kai giggled at the nickname, thanking them both

Seriously and Kaminari both approached Kai as well, Bakugo grumbling in the background

"I didn't know that about you! Congrats!" Zero smiled, giving them a fist-bump. "That's amazing! Awesome job!!" Denki smiled brightly and hugged Kai

"what's going on out here...?" Todoroki opened his door after hearing all the noise, being greeted by a shy, blushing Kai, and everyone surrounding them

"I told them I'm aroace jump" kai muttered, scratching the back of their neck

"I'm glad you figured yourself out, Kai" Todoroki smiled softly and retreated back to his room

Kai heard something along the lines of "stay away from them, icy-hot fuck" under Bakugo's breath

Jaehee

Kai sat in the living room, waiting for their girlfriend to get home, trying to calm themselves down

They know for a fact that Jaehee wouldn't judge them but the nerves over took logic. They just found out that they were aroace-jump while she was at work and decided to tell her when she got home.

A few hours, Kai has calmed down, then the door opened and the anxiety came back. "welcome back!" Kai says

Jaehee puts her keys on the hook and sits down beside Kai, turning to them "it there something you need to tell me?" she asked calmly

Kai nodded, their face burning with embarrassment "imaroacejump" they muttered quickly

Jaehee understood and nodded her head, and placed her hand on Kai's leg to calm them down "I'm proud of you, Kai, thank you for telling me this. It takes a lot of courage. I love you, all of you, nothing can change that" Jaehee smiles softly

Light

As soon as they found out, p a n i c

Not because they're worried about Light's reaction

But because they weren't sure if they wanted to tell him right away, but it's impossible to hide anything from Light, he's too good at analyzing people

Kai shows up at his house before he gets there and asks to wait in his room, so now they're sitting on his bed waiting for their boyfriend

Soon enough he enters his room, Kai waves shyly at him while he smiles. He takes of his jacket before giving his lover a hug, Kai is really stiff and basically vibrating

He lets out a huff of amusement "is there something you want to tell me, love?" he asks sitting beside them on the bed

Kai's face burns brighter and smiles at the nickname, it was always nice hearing him call them that, it calmed them down a bit as well

Ryuk was paying attention while eating apples in the corner of the room.

They blinked a couple of times quickly to clear their head "im- I'm aroace jump" they smiled worryingly despite having nothing to worry about.

"what does that mean? Is it a ethnicity?-" Ryuk questioned before getting cut off by Light "it's a sexuality, it's in the name" he sighed before turning back to Kai and holding their hands and smiling

"that's amazing! I'm proud of you" Light tilted his head slightly "tell me when you're on a jump, alright? I want to make sure you're comfortable"

"thank you" Kai smiled, wiping a few tears that fell, they didn't know why they did though.

Ryuk flopped onto the bed behind them, causing Light to look and Kai to turn toward their best friend

"that sounds a bit complicated" Ryuk spoke without thinking "but kind of interesting, tell me more, short stack"

Kai hit him with a pillow "shut up, beanstalk! But fine" they laughed as he hit them back with the pillow "are you trying to start a war?" they asked grabbing the pillow back and hitting him repeatedly with it

@no-romance-selfship-imagines

[kiranatrix]

When you arrive in Mu you’re presented with three doors.

And it’s odd, isn’t it? Because Ryuk told you in no uncertain terms that Mu was nothingness, but here you are in what appears to be the grand vestibule of a white marble-columned museum. The museum is busy and shadowy people are constantly filing into but never out of the three doors.

They come from the same place you did, a one-way rotating entrance behind you. You can’t go back the way you came, you tried it.

Some of the shadow people stand there and stare at the doors like you are doing now. Others go right inside like they already know which choice is the right one.

You don’t. All three look the same, so which do you choose? Same brass knockers, same ornate doorknob, same carved wood. You squint then, noticing that the carvings aren’t the same after all. The first is a snake, seeming to slither and undulate across the wood. The second is a lion, rolling playfully on its back and then flipping over occasionally to roar terrifically, soundlessly. The last is so small you barely notice it— a moth, fluttering like a ping pong ball trapped in a box, eternally bouncing off corners, all energy conserved.

“You’re holding up the line.”

An unfamiliar voice scrapes through the air to ears you no longer possess, but you resonate with the intention, catch it in something other than cochleae. “Sorry. How do I pick?”

“Ah. First time then.” The shadow slumps, moving uncomfortably close. “It doesn’t matter. It’s all meaningless. It won’t change. It’s only the past. Empty, neverending. A vast nothing.”

You frown, because clearly you are here so it can’t be entirely nothing. “The doors go into the past? What’s the difference between them then? There must be something.”

“Look at yourself and tell me you are something.”

You do look at yourself and it is only swirling mist, so faint as to be barely there. You truly are nothing.

“But if you must know, the snake goes to regret, the lion to triumph, the moth to secret dreams.”

“Why would anyone go to the snake, then?”

“Eventually you will want to visit them all just to have something to do, to see. Your regret hardly matters here.” The shadow swirled and pooled again.

“I can almost see some of the others. Make out faces, features.” The line moved a little forward, and it’s nearly your turn.

“There are whispers you may build yourself up from nothing, as life itself sprung from nothing, as ideas do, as dreams.”

You consider the doors, unable to give up on the memory of hope, a thread round your misty ankle that yet tugs with the orbit of Mother earth. “I’m ready to go in.”

The shadow chuckles, or makes an approximation. “Which one?

“The moth this time.” Secret dreams. Although you know what you will see. “And you?”

“None. I stay here.”

“Where’s your motivation?”

“Motivation? I have none.”

You meet the shadow’s eyes, and no eyes are there, but your smoke reaches to them when you cannot, never could in life either. “I have enough for the both of us.” You walk through the moth door together, a grain of sand, but in time, a boulder.