I know what you mean. I haven't read the manga or watched the 2006 live action movies too and only vaguely remember the 2015 japanese drama. I've only watched the anime twice (episode 25 only once because I legitimately couldn't handle L's death scene again, I was inconsolable the first time)
The only death note content I consistently return to is the musical but even then the final song breaks me every time. It's hard to watch content where your fave dies over and over again.
But L: Change the World is a lot more light hearted. Even the ending is more bittersweet than heartwrenching. I'd recommend it if you want L content in that kind of setting. There WILL be tears but tbh it's more of a feel good movie for L than anything else. I'm actually planning to rewatch it for christmas! β‘
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π° anon thank you SO MUCH for telling me this.
rewatching death note right now and I haven't watched an episode in months because it's post-25 and I know how Light ends (which is why I pushed through the first time). uhh L is my number one comfort and favourite character and he's the only one whose death I've actually watched (I love charas from kny for example but I haven't watched past season two) I did love the musical!! gosh, musical L has my heart twice over and I thought it might end differently for some reason... the whole gun and all.. I ended up sobbing. honestly I'd recommend it more than the anime I loved the actors and the songs so much and the whole changeover of who the main "antagonist" was (considering the series is from Light's perspective) didn't happen
but in this case I will DEFINITELY watch Change the World if I can find somewhere to watch it (I'm in Australia π¦π«‘)
also I'm assuming that because this ask is on this blog, the button for the other one still isn't working aaaa I'll try signing out or changing it from a computer or something
ahhhhh I'm so excited to make more requests! I was kicking my feet reading the yandere L prompts, you write his character so well!
I was actually going to send my last ask on your new main but there wasn't an option for it there yet.
Have you ever watched the L: Change the worLd movie? there's no adaptation that shows L using the washing machine outside of the manga but there are some very cute moments in that movie I'd think you'd enjoy :βΊ
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AH thanks for telling me I'll change that right away π
and no!! I've only seen the anime (two years ago and rewatching it slowly now). haven't read the manga, the a- and c-Kira stories, or Change the World (IT'S A MOVIE??? I thought it was a book. either way I want to CONSUME it though I am stressed he will end unfortunately again and I will cry)
could I request something like the reader deciding to give L a lil massage. It started out in their head as smth sweet/relaxing until it became high-key concerning cuz every press of their hands draws out a deafening crack
Let's Try a Massage βΎ L
BAHHAHAHAHHAA the fact that this is not somehow canon is a crime, I cannot. anyway, thanks for asking! let's go!
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"Boo," you say, coming up behind L to rest your hands on his shoulders and your head besides his. He gives a quick hum of acknowledgement and you peck his cheek.
"Hello, there." After a minute, he turns away from the computer's bright screen, rubbing his eyes and rolling his shoulders as he turns to look at you. L gives a yawn, one of the rare signs he trusts and loves you enough to let his stoic guard down, and blinks sleepily at you.
Your hands brush along his shoulders.
"Ready to take a break yet?" you tease gently, poking at his neck.
"I suppose so." L turns back towards his computer, one finger tapping against the j key and the other prodding at his lip. "I don't think I can do anything else at the moment," he decides, and turns the monitor off, scooping a forkful of cake into his mouth as he does so. "Did you want something?"
L spins his chair around to face you at this question, his head tilting up as he peers at you from the seat. One of his hands reaches up to rub at his shoulder and he gives a cross groan, not breaking eye contact.
"...Did you want something?" you ask, smiling and poking at his shoulders. L groans again and bats your hands away.
"I am simply a little sore."
You grin as a wonderful idea comes into your head: something sweet and cute, to help L relax after yet another long day of hard work.
"In that case, I can help!"
It's a difficult feat to pick L up, so you just roll his chair over to the couch and push him onto the cushions.
The detective turns his head to the side, so he is able to keep his eyes on you, but does not make any move to protest. L just shifts around a little, groaning unhappily, and waits for you to do... whatever it is you're going to do.
Pressing your hands together for a minute to warm them up, you eye your partner up and down.
...Definitely, a massage is required here.
You decide to plonk yourself down on his back for easy access, your hands reaching up to L's shoulders. Your fingers probe into the skin and L gives a small sigh of gratitude. A smile spreads across your face, as you're obviously able to remove some of the stress he has placed on his body by scrunching it into a ball all of the time.
And then a crunch.
You almost fall onto the floor, scared out of your wits. "L! The human body should not make that noise!"
"My apologies."
You sigh and stroke his hair for a moment. "I think this proves that you need some sort of assistance with your back, my love."
The gesture, which you thought to be sweet, becomes more and more concerning as you continued. Wherever you place your hands, there is a dramatic crunch, a crack, all very loud and very not normal.
"L, when was the last time you saw a doctor? Or an acupuncturist or a chiropractor or a physiotherapist?"
He just shakes his head.
You press your hands into his back and it cracks in protest. You take your hands off him and wring them in dismay.
"I just wanted to give you a massage, and now you sound like a whip-person..."
L gives a little chuckle. "Yes... Perhaps a different approach is in order, my dear Y/N." He shifts again, turning to look at you once more.
what if I wrote a little bath scene? nothing nsft as I have said but I mean,, rose petals in the water, bringing in a rubber ducky or a plastic ship... lemme know if you want that as a part two!!
I wrote that little thought after submitting an essay at 2am and I did not realize my typo writing matsudaβs name wrong :P
Also donβt forget to take care of yourself (drink plenty of water and take breaks if you need to do so!) I love your writing!!!ππππ
-πͺanon
man I get you, if I didn't have autocorrect, mb twars wkhjsn lokkejlike this. (my texts would look like this, haha)
also I will take care of myself thank you!! make sure to do the same! AND LITERALLY YOU COMPLIMENTING MY WRITING MAKES MY DAY AAAAAA
also also if calling you man makes you uncomfortable lmk! I tend to use lots of words as gender neutral even when they're not usually (man, bro, pretty, etc).
also also also any and all anons: feel free to give yourself an emoji/name, as well as pronouns! ty!
πͺanon here! Iβm kinda realizing a lot of my thoughts pop out at night for meβ¦ and they are usually about βwould L do this?β And I think yes, yes he would.
I think L would find people doing trick shots with paper and a trash can stupid (marauds would try this and get reprimanded) but if itβs marshmallow trick shots he would find it entertaining(reader and L are pretty good with these tricks since it passes time)
P.s. you are also my favorite :3
h. yes. most of my thoughts are about L too...
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...almost got distracted there...
I agree with this!! I'm assuming you mean Matsuda not marauds, and MAN Matsuda would be told off BAD. "A waste of paper. at least throw it in a recycling bin. how on earth are you a detective if this is all you do all day, Matsuda?"
and then less than an hour later Matsu walks in to find reader throwing marshmallows into L's mouth.
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hahahahaha but yeah if they're like, really cool trick shots where L can look at them and go "oh hey physics" I think he'd get a kick out of it sometimes, like if you put em on in the background before bed.. I'm thinking YouTube channels like dude perfect or whatever his name is, not just paper in bin y'know.
and as for marshmallows? gets lowkey upset, no matter how cool the shot, if they're not thrown right into his mouth. or yours. just don't waste the marshmallows, okay Y/N?
such a silly little man.
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πͺanon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)
Little Kitten βΎ L, Misa
sigh. πͺ anon you are my favourite.
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"Y/N-chan!"
The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.
Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"
You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.
It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.
"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.
About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.
"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"
"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.
"..Alright, then."
The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.
Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.
"He'll have to come ask me."
Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.
L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.
Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.
He's too cute...
You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."
His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.
"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.
Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.
You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.
He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.
His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.
Can I request maybe how the death note trio react to reader being too shy to hold their hand? Like Reader obviously wants to hold their hands but doesnβt know if it is ok (you donβt have to write for the trio you can pick a single character to write for)
oh. my. gaaaahkjsbdjjshjdhd yes. thank you anon for asking this!!! I wrote it more story-ish than bullet point headcanons so I hope it's okay :)
I also included how I think they would actually hold your hands... I realised when writing this I had headcanons for that??
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can you tell L's hands are my favourite thing. like, ever.
βΎ To Hold Your Hand
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L had oddly feminine hands. They were much larger than most women's, sure, but so slender and delicate. His fingers were pale. Well, L never went outside, so that was to be expected. But still. You couldn't help but wonder, as you looked at him absentmindedly running those wonderful fingers through his hair or a bowl of sweets, how they would look with the nails painted black.
Or, even better, how they would look intertwining with your own fingers.
L, being L, noticed your gaze rather quickly. He looked at you, looked at you looking at him, and the edges of his lips slowly curved into what might just be called a smile. He tilted his head in a nod of acknowledgement and went back to work. The detective's fingers ran over the keyboard, applying calculated pressure as he pressed down each key with a soft chuk.
You wanted to hold his hands.
So, so very badly.
And yet L was so, so very likely to decline the offer. He didn't like showing affection in "such manners." And he needed both his hands, too, for working.
But they looked so warm and soft.
"L?"
"Yes?" as he typed away.
"...Never mind."
Silence for a moment. He picked up a cupcake with two fingers and pressed it into the palm you were resting on the table.
"This is what you wanted?"
You smiled as his fingers rested against your skin. They were shockingly cold and somewhat sticky, but so soft. "Yes."
L nodded in satisfaction at this and went back to work. You ate your mini cupcake with one hand, leaving the other one palm up on the desk in the hope that L's spectacularly analytical mind would apply its skills to you for once.
You looked at his hands longingly in the silence. Would it be okay if you reached over and touched it? You didn't know.
Well, you had to find out sometime, right?
Your hand inched across to L's, and you rested your pinky against his, curling your finger around L's after a moment. He looked down in surprise at the feeling, staring for a minute, then gently picked up your hand and placed it back on the desk. Away from the keyboard.
...Oh.
He glanced back at you after a minute, his eyes wide and his lips straight. It was, as ever, impossible to determine his thoughts. So you just waited as he stared at you, an internal monologue likely going through his mind.
L reached over and turned your hand around, flattening your palm into the table.
And he hesitated.
And then he placed a large, cold, soft, perfect hand on top of yours.
Light ποΈ
"Light," you groaned, falling back a little to rest against a tree.
"Hold on, sorry," he says, placing a hand to the speaker of his phone. "What is it?"
You gave him a glare. "We're on a date. Stop calling Misa and just walk with me. Come on, it's such a nice day!"
"I know, Y/N. It's imperative I maintain a positive relationship with Misa for work. Just give me a minute." He continued his conversation with the girl and you let out a quiet sigh, grumbling to yourself as you kicked little rocks across the floor.
This was the third date you'd been on recently where Light had been distracted the entire way through. Last time he even started writing what appeared to be notes on the Kira case beneath the table, his eyes on you but his attention elsewhere. As always.
Your gaze drifted across the pavement, stopping at Light's feet for a moment before trailing up his body. You halted again at the sight of his hand on the phone.
His somewhat loose grip tightened suddenly, along with his expression. That caught your attention for two reasons.
One, he seemed cross with Misa.
And two, you were suddenly enamoured with his hands. They looked strong.
You took three quick steps across from Light, yanked his phone from his hand, and pressed "end call." Light looked at you in shock and you simply slipped his phone into his pocket.
"Come on, you can tell Misa the connection dropped out. Just come walk with me."
Light sighs, before a smile starts pulling at his lips. "Alright. I suppose you're right. It is a rather nice day." He starts striding along, eyes half closed and head tilted back. He puts one hand, the one further away from you, in his pocket. Green-tinted shadows fall over his face as you walk between trees.
You keep glancing at his other hand. The hand that had just previously displayed an oddly surprising firmness. It hung loosely at his side now, knuckles prominent as he swung it in time with his stride.
It was a very nice hand. Oh, you started imagining just looking at his callused fingers, at the just-visible veins running from wrist to fingers.
If only he'd hold your hand the same way he was holding that phone. His grip soft, loose, then tightening suddenly when you... when what? Maybe his hand would grip yours tightly if you kissed him. Maybe if he saw another guy looking at you. Maybe, just maybe, if you simply asked him to.
You could feel your cheeks filling with colour as you stared.
You wanted to ask Light if you could hold his hand. You wanted to have the courage to just reach over without even asking.
But he hadn't said a word for a while now. Perhaps he was a little cross with you. Perhaps he was thinking about Kira. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Any of the many options had you feeling horribly shy and awkward to just hold Light's hand. Your boyfriend's hand. So you just stared and imagined as the blood rushed to your head.
And then Light noticed.
He smiled. Probably the sweetest smile you'd ever seen from him. His eyes opened all the way, then narrowed to slits. He looked for a moment like he was going to tease you as he stopped walking, bending his head so his nose brushed yours.
But he didn't say a mocking word. He didn't say anything at all. He knew it would ruin the moment.
Light took your hand, his clasping yours at a perfect diagonal. It was warm, a little rough, and the best thing that had ever happened to you.
He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, chuckled at how you bit your lips, and gave your hand that affirming, possessive, strong squeeze you'd been hoping for.
A smile played over your face at that squeeze. It was the perfect hand-hold in every way.
It felt like...
Like he was holding your heart in his hands.
Bonus: How Misa Holds Hands π
She'd start off with her hands in the same position as Light does above, but much softer and more delicate. Misa would nuzzle into your side, then her fingers would intertwine with each of yours, her neatly painted fingernails tapping against your skin.
