Did anyone ask for... *squints* ...a domestic Death Note fix-it in these trying times with Near at the center of my rotating mind? No secondary intentions I swear
Nine whole mushrooms, it's like a dream come true… I'll answer HCs for Mello/Near because readers of this blog already see more than enough Near/Ophelia through all my yumeposting.
1) In my slightly canon divergent version of the story, Mello and Near came to Wammy's House a little later in life from elsewhere (specifically: Near from another institution in England, Mello from his home country following the death of his mother). Mello arrived first and was the clear forerunner for inheriting the title of L (in terms of raw academic performance, anyway) for almost a year. He was already very clever and ambitious but came from abject poverty and was determined to make good use of the world-class education he now had access to. When Near arrived at Wammy's, Mello was dethroned from his #1 position and this is one of the reasons Mello resents him.
2) The things they adore about one another are also the very same things they hate about each other, lol. Mello finds Near stable and calming, but often misinterprets his equanimity for lack of care. Near is invigorated by Mello's passion and drive, but regularly finds himself frustrated by Mello's strong and unpredictable emotions.
3) Near really likes Mello's writing and religiously reads whatever he can get a hold of. If he was ever able to read some of Mello's creative writing while at Wammy's House, he took the chance. In the canon ending, Near recovered as much as possible from what was left at Wammy's and Mello's residence. In divergent endings where L defeats Kira and Mello and Near survive, Mello goes on to become a mystery/detective novel author (and occasional poet) and Near reads everything he publishes, including lesser-known stuff like short stories to zine publications. He has a knack for finding them. He is otherwise not a person who normally reads fiction for leisure, Mello is an exception.
4) Despite their conflicts, they honestly view each other as the other half that "completes" them. This is canon already, but of course I like to think there is a romantic (and sexual) dimension to it also.
5) At Wammy's, there were times they interacted and the whole thing was perfectly amicable and pleasant despite the rivalry. The relationship took a nosedive when L left England to pursue Kira and later died. They are both privately aware that if they met in a different environment where they weren't pit against one other, they could've been good friends. Near slightly resents L and Wammy's for this (but ultimately, his feelings about his upbringing are conflicting and nuanced).
And these ones specifically for a continuity where they not only survive, but end up together:
6) Surprisingly, Near is the more emotionally open one of the two. Mello is super walled-off and squirms when he feels at all vulnerable. Near eventually gets very good at soothing Mello's frayed nerves and encouraging him to lower his guard.
7) Near is still a reclusive homebody, but he does go out with Mello sometimes. They kind of exude a power couple vibe when they're out in public like this. Insane intense aura. He dresses better (not strutting around in PJs) but still prioritizes comfort in his choices.
8) Mello is absolutely not a caretaking type of partner, so it forces Near to become more independent quickly. He had grown accustomed to having all his needs taken care of by caregivers at Wammy's, then his SPK staff, then Roger acting as his Watari for a while.
9) One of their favorite things to do together is just... sleep. Not have sex, I mean just straight up snooze.
The "I love you" "it'll pass" scene but make it lawlight
Sorry it's a day late!!! We thought today was day 7 :(
"Our game has come to a draw, hasn’t it?” Light asks, he already knows the answer; he always has, but asking the question made it real. He could no longer hide in the quiet comfort of inner doubt that hung in the place of a solidified answer. The flimsy moment of hopeful delusion is over. This is real. This is it. There are no more moves to make. No checkmate to be found. Just two men, sitting on a bench, coming to terms with the reality that their time together is over.
They sit in silence, the question weighing heavily in the air, seeming to crush them both as neither says another word. Seconds go by and feel like years. Water no longer drips from the roof of the bus stop station, and the buzzing neon lights of the route schedule sign seem to pause, leaving the two in the hollow silence of the wind.
“Yeah, it has.” L breathes, wishing the wind could take the sound of his response away in its path and leave them in the peace of their fantasy. But it didn’t. It never seems to.
The answer could change nothing about their knowledge. They both knew it was over. The situation, however, was irreparably changed.
The air sparked with the fate of the moment, with the long pent up confession that would follow the response that doomed them both to reality.
“Do you know what?” Words softly break the quiet moment. Light hesitates to continue, turning to face his partner. “The worst part of all this… the worst part is that I love you. God, I hate it, but I love you.” He knows that he’s wrong, that his love is wrong, that he should be ashamed, but he can’t look away from him. He can’t turn away for fear that if he turned back, his love would be gone to him forever.
He’s not supposed to love the man who is meant to catch him and condemn him for his actions. His love should be reserved for someone who agrees with him, who melds with his opinions and actions, but he can’t choose who to love no matter how hard he tries. He tried to love her, but he couldn’t. Lord knows he tried, and he’s afraid that the lord knows about this too.
L pauses for a moment. He doesn’t know what to say. He should, he knows he should. He’s always so prepared, always one step ahead, always ready for anything. Anything but love. He moves to try to speak, to say something, to find one more move in this impossible draw, but he’s interrupted before he can even begin.
“No, L. Please, just let that sit for a minute.” He knows if he doesn’t say this all now, it’ll be too late. This is his one chance. Not for a happy ending, he knows not to hope for that, but to at least tell someone of his love, to let it be out there, to let it be real.
“I love you.” The two detectives sit in silence as the wind sings in an air of fate. It sings of would-been’s and will-be’s. It sings of love and loss and the way the two dance as an inseparable pair.
The silence is too full for another word, so the two just sit and listen to the water drip, and the lights buzz, and the wind sing. Each sound rings with the words ‘I love you”.
When the silence is quiet again, and the echo of the words dies down, L turns to Light.
“It’ll pass.” Light can only laugh.
He takes Light’s hand in his, mourning a love never to be lived, and intertwining their fingers. Their wind chilled fingers melds into one mass through the field of burning tears in their eyes, and there is nothing left to be done.
They pause for their final, infinite moment before L slowly separates his hand from Light’s before slowly bringing his legs beneath him. He takes a few steps away, each echoing his words as his boots step into shallow puddles on damp concrete.
‘It’ll pass… It’ll pass… It’ll pass…’
“I’m leaving the case. It’s time for me to move on, and I hope you can do the same.” L’s words drip with finality as he begins to walk into the darkness down the street, his shoes still echoing the words.
It’s okay. Light knows those words are a lie anyway. Love never passes, it just changes. It changes into hate, grief, pain, memory, but it’s always there, and it was always love.
L turns back to the bus stop one last time, to face his lover one last time. “I love you too.” He says quietly, only this time, the wind does carry his words. His lover nods and L turns, resigning from their stalemated game, and from Light’s life.
“Checkmate.” Light whispers to himself, knowing exactly what to do next. L may have resigned his king, but by no means did Light have to take it. He wants the game to go on and by God, that game will go on.
He takes the Death Note out of the inner pocket of his coat, its black cover becoming spotted with raindrops as a light rain starts to pick up. Light smiles, tears out one page, and throws the rest of the book in the bus stop trash bin. After all, there’s only one more name he needs to write. He folds the final page into a neat square and tucks it back into his pocket, beginning to walk down the street away from the bus stop, and away from his lover.
Two different paths will always have the same outcome if one is determined enough. It will never end like this. Love will never pass, and even if it would, do you really think Light would let it?
when ppl are like “lawlight is toxic tho” like… yeah… that’s half of the appeal. I genuinely don’t give a fuck how toxic they are toward one another bc they are matching each others freak every step of the way 😭 like ??? Light tries to kill L and L illegally detains his preppy ass and they’re both into it whats not clicking
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