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We are so incredibly excited to present to you a lawlight fleabag au! Our cast includes Light as Fleabag and L as the Priest, with many more characters and surprises to come.
Teaser scenes will be dropped as the week goes on!
The "I love you" "it'll pass" scene but make it lawlight
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"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?
Chapter 1 of the Sporkathon and Mel fic 'There is No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin"
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“This is a love story.”
“What was that, Ryuk?” Light asks the Shinigami trailing slowly behind him.
“What? I didn’t say anything! Don’t worry about it…” Ryuk intentionally rushes his words, making himself seem guilty to toy with the man in the alley with him. Light, suspicious of this, throws back a glance at Ryuk. When the look hits, Ryuk simply shrugs and rolls in the air, carefree in the night. Light rolls his eyes at the figure, a bit annoyed that he’s playing around right now, but drops the situation for the moment. After all, he has bigger things to worry about for the moment. His father’s retiring today, and someone has to take his place…
His retirement is long overdue. After so many successful years in the department, he was expected to retire nearly ten years ago, but with the Kira case only growing longer and more complex, he only chose to leave now. Now that Light’s 23 and has finished his education, Soichiro decided it was finally time to pass down the role of Detective Yagami to his son.
However, the impending promotion isn’t what’s taxing Light’s mind. Rather, his friend Misa and him had gotten into a bit of a spat over her boyfriend, Remi.
Light did not like Remi. Who would? Being an attractive actor does not make up for your downfalls, but it also doesn’t give Light the right to dislike Remi; according to Misa at least. Who cares if he’s disrespectful and prudish if he makes Misa happy, right? Light does. After everything they’ve been through together and how much it took for them to become friends, of course he cares. Unfortunately, his family doesn’t take very kindly to public arguments over private topics, so after the spat, things have been a bit tense, and are expected to continue this way tonight. Hopefully, they’ll be able to keep it together for the dinner.
“We’re almost there! I can smell it! Oh sweet apple, come to me!” Ryuk says, elongating the words in an almost sing-songy voice, floating faster to overtake Light in the alley. From the top of the alley where Ryuk floats, he can see the warm light of the restaurant, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find a way to sneak some food while they’re out.
After six entire years of being in close proximity, Light knows that whether there are apples in that restaurant or not, Ryuk will somehow find a way to get one. Ryuk’s mischievous laugh guides Light to the restaurant, and as he sees the entryway to the establishment glowing with the warm, yellow lighting from the inside, he knows tonight is going to be nearly insufferable.
Light can only shake his head with disdain and walk into the restaurant. It seems like Light is the last to arrive with the seven other members of his dinner party waiting in the entrance to be seated.
His father, mother, and sister are all conversing with Misa and Remi towards the front of the room, and there are two detectives from his father’s office standing just behind them, engaged in their own conversation. He doesn’t know their names, but he’s sure he’s met the girl before. The man, however, not so much. That strange posture and general air of dishevelment would be something he’d remember if he’d seen it before.
He smiles at the others and walks over to them. His father hugs him, but everyone else continues their conversations. Looks like there’s still a bit of tension about the argument. He catches an icy glance from Misa, and a cocky one from Remi, but he’s too concerned with the decorative fruit bowl on the table behind them to do anything.
A beautiful, red apple sits in the centre… With bite marks in the fake skin. A disgusted Ryuk floats above the table, hacking up pieces of styrofoam from the apple he has now realised is for decorative purposes only. If this situation weren’t so formal, Light would laugh at the stupidity of the ancient Shinigami, but instead he discretely edges over to the table and uses his body to try to cover the bitten apple. Facing the table, he turns the apple over so no one notices the damn bite marks and shoots Ryuk an angry look. Before he can move away, someone’s right behind him, talking into his ear.
“Did you… try to bite the display apple?” The disheveled detective from his father’s office asks, trying to decide if he should be off-put by Light’s behavior, or amused.
“No! Of course not! It must’ve been like that before and I just noticed it and thought I’d do the hostess a favour and you know…” A panicked Light fumbles to explain. He’s a wonderful liar as Kira, not so much as Light.
The other man chuckles at the response a little before turning to follow the group to their table. An awkward moment of eye contact with Misa is shared while deciding seats, but in the end, Misa and Remi sit together, with Remi near Light. Light can’t even find solace in his seatmate because it’s the rather strange detective from earlier, and he’s too busy talking to the lady detective to pay any attention to Light anyway. At least he’s across from his family so he won’t have to avoid eye contact with Misa and Remi the whole night.
Although, he will have to try to avoid the stares of the two Shinigami floating perfectly between the spaces of his family’s seats. Rem seems genuinely angry with him, as is to be expected after making Misa upset, but the other just looks like a deformed goldfish putting on a mask of anger. Ryuk doesn’t really care all too much about the argument, but it has given him the perfect opportunity to have some fun, so he isn’t complaining at all. Light’s sure he’ll be able to manage, but he’s not too sure if he’ll survive another argument with the look Rem’s giving him.
They take their orders and everyone at the table is making conversation. Everyone except for Light. After feeling a bit disincluded, he decides to excuse himself from the table for a short cigarette break in the alley outside the restaurant.
Of course, Ryuk followed him and was floating across the alleyu making funny faces at Light, distorting his already strange features to resemble animals and horror figures. Light tries to ignore the faces as he takes long drags from his cigarette, blowing the smoke haphazardly into the air. He never did learn how to make smoke rings.
The door into the alley opens, and a familiar figure steps through. Light quickly tries to hide the evidence of his cigarette as his father approaches, stamping out the sizzling hot cigarette and waving away the smoke.
“Light…” His father starts, the smell of smoke and the freshly stamped out cigarette on the ground very obviously tainting the alley. He gives his son a pointed look, but seeing as he didn’t come out here to scold him, he leaves it at that. “With my retirement, it’s time for you to take on the title I’m letting go. As much as I’m sure your schooling has taught you well, there is still much to learn to be a truly great detective, and I hope that with the guidance of your team, and me, that you will one day become truly great.”
The cigarette not so indiscreetly sizzles on the damp concrete, and Light gives it one last twist to try to get it to go out. His father looks down at Light’s boot disapprovingly, but continues speaking without any other mention of it.
“The team is composed of the brightest minds of our nation, and has connections to the brightest minds in the entire world. Use your resources wisely.” Light listens as his father gives him advice on how to take on the challenge of working on the Kira case, taking note of their tactics to find counters and ways to ensure his behavior is hidden from any prying eyes. Working on the team puts him at risk, sure, but it also helps him ensure his moves as Kira don’t trace back to him. Once his father’s speech on the team has come to a close, Light finally speaks.
“Thanks Dad. I promise I will do my very best to reach my goal.” Light says, appreciating his father’s obvious pride and care that made him want to give this advice to his son.
“There’s only one more thing I have to do to prepare you for the team.” His father says, placing his hand on his son’s arm. “That man in there, the detective from my team, he is the man we have worked so hard to hide from the world. Understanding the importance of this secrecy is integral for the team. That detective is L. He asks for you to call him Ryuzaki in public, but he will discuss other occasions with you later on. I trust you will make me proud.” Once he’s done talking, he turns away and goes back inside, leaving Light alone in the alley again (besides Ryuk who never seems to leave).
Light’s job just seemed to have gotten a whole of a lot easier. Now that he has close contact with L, it’s only a matter of time before he gets his name and finally, after six years, wins this never ending game. Light smiles at the knowledge that he isn’t far from winning the game he’s been playing for so, so long, and turns to go back inside.
As he’s returning inside, he can see that the drinks and appetisers have been laid out on the table. He sits back down in his seat, now slightly more cautious of the detective sitting to his right. He quietly observes the conversations at the table, without being addressed to join in, but also not choosing to join in. He surveys the mood of those at the table, as well as the actions of the man beside him.
He’s certainly a strange man, but that’s rather obvious. He’s constantly fidgeting his legs beneath the table, clearly uncomfortable in his seat. His posture is aggressively slumped, and nearly as noticeable as the dark circles under his eyes. His hair is poorly combed back, and his tie is crooked. Clearly, this man doesn’t dress for formal occasions often.
The dinner goes on with Light observing L discreetly. He doesn’t have much else to do considering he still seems to be shunned from the general conversation. All the appetisers seem to have been eaten, and all that’s left on the table is crumbs. Surely dinner will be out soon, but to avoid the awkward moments between food where Light has no one to speak to, he escapes to the alley once again.
Back in the alley, he lights another cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette is nearly the only lighting in the brick area besides the yellow light escaping through the cracks of the door leading to the restaurant.
He leans his head back against the cold, damp brick, and takes deep breaths. This night feels neverending, and he just needs a moment to decompress. Sure, smoking isn’t the best vice, but his only other real hobby is killing people, so let’s be glad he chose cigarettes tonight.
It seems, however, that Light is not allowed to have a moment of peace tonight as the door opens again, but this time, another figure enters the alley. Now, he is able to recognize the slouch and strange walking pattern as none other than his rival and soon to be colleague, L.
L walks down the short stairs to get to the ground level and quickly registers that another man is in the alley with him.
“Fellow smoker?” L asks, amused. “Got a spare one? No pockets in this damned suit for a pack.” He says, gesturing to the fake pockets that Light had previously thought only existed on women’s clothing.
“Yeah, sure.” Light pulls another cigarette out of the pack and hands it over to L who places it in between his teeth. Light pulls his lighter out of his pack and lights the other man’s cigarette before taking a long drag of his own.
“Thanks.” L says appreciatively. Light assumes that this is a way that L destresses after so many years on the force, trying to analyse seemingly pointless information to gain any information possible in the situation. “So, I hear you’re going to be replacing your-”
L stops speaking when he realises that Light has already begun to move back up the steps to the restaurant. As intrigued as Light is by getting information on L, he doesn’t want to accidentally give away information about himself in a personal context immediately. It’s too much of a risk without any guaranteed reward quite yet.
“Alright then, excited to work with you too I guess.” L says sarcastically. Light turns around, not having expected any reaction from L, but sees the man half-smiling with amusement when he looks back. L has noted the strange tension with the family and finds the stand-offish behavior from Light to be funny, in a way. Without context of the argument or the family dynamic, it is certainly an amusing sight.
Once back inside, Light sees that the waitress is bringing the food to the table, but first, he notices Ryuk floating behind her, practically drooling at the apple-glazed fish someone had ordered. They’d better eat their food fast or Ryuk will.
He sits back down at his seat, and soon after L sits back down next to him. The waitress brings the final dishes over to the table, and sets them down in front of Misa and Remi. Everyone is engaged in light conversation about the weather and such surface level nonsense when chaos strikes.
“You know, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be single. You know, if I weren’t with blondie here, things would be different.” Remi says to Sayu with a wink, clearly having had too much to drink. Everything was going so well too, but of course this entitled twat has to go and ruin it all.
Sayu, shocked, stays silent, with a disgusted look on her face. Everyone has fallen silent, watching as one watches a car crash, knowing the situation is horrific, but unable to peel their eyes away from the scene.
“Excuse me?” Light says, engaging in more than surface-level pleasantries for the first time in the night. Misa takes a sip from her glass and tries to just ignore the situation, like she usually does when Remi acts up. Most people at the table follow this movement, not knowing what to do really, and not wanting to add to the embarrassment of the moment.
“What? I was just giving her a compliment, don’t be so over dramatic. We’re all good, aren’t we? Or are you still caught up over the other day…” Remi says with that obnoxious buddy-buddy air that just makes you want to hit someone. Only the most arrogant people have that audacity to taunt someone with friendship after being so blatantly in the wrong.
Misa pushes a drink over to Light. “Let’s drink! We’re here to celebrate, after all. There’s no need for all this aggression.” She says, gesturing to the two men as she says aggression, and trying to prevent the inevitable argument. The others at the table hesitantly continue their conversations, not wanting to have a scene in a public restaurant.
Light watches as the others pick back up their conversations, horrified at the actions of the people at the table. “Are you all seriously just going to let this go? How long does this have to go on before anyone cares about it? Huh? How long does he just get to sit there and say all this stuff right in front of us and we just let him? Clearly you have all shown him his actions have no consequences.” Light starts to raise his voice. He’s not letting it go this time. He’s tired of people just letting it go.
“Just drop it Light. Please.” Sayu says, not wanting the situation to escalate more than it already has.
“No, not this time. Not only has he just disrespected Misa, but now you? My own sister? Who do you think you are ruining this event? You were only invited as a courtesy and you have the damn audacity to do this?!?!” Light’s voice continues to raise as he stands up from his seat.
“Come on man, you know I didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just being nice, and you’re just jealous that Misa loves me, but not you.” Remi says, gesturing nonchalantly in the air like the most obnoxious and immature type of man there is.
“Excuse me? Jealous? You hit on my sister while dating my friend and you think it’s jealousy that drives me to this?” Light’s hands are firmly gripping the table, and it’s very likely the only thing keeping him from hitting the man in front of him.
“Neither of them had any objections, so yeah, it’d seem that way. Sit back down, Light. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, acting all tough.” Everyone at the table is silent as Remi speaks. Misa’s clearly on the verge of tears and the Shinigami behind her looks about ready to kill both men right now.
Light looks over to Misa watching tears well in her eyes, and without a further thought punches Remi square in the nose.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” He says tauntingly at Remi, watching the blood flow freely from his clearly broken nose. Members of the table stand up in shock, ready to break up the fight, but before anyone can move, Remi is on his feet and punches Light right back.
Light stumbles backwards into the detective behind him, and hears a thud as his head connects with the man’s eye. Misa at this point has rushed out of her seat and runs towards the ladies room, Sayu following not too far behind. Remi, seeing this, runs after her.
“Wait, Misa, hang on!” He calls out, trying to catch her attention. Everyone at the table is on their feet by this point, panicking. The female detective is looking at L’s wounds, and Light’s parents are trying to figure out what to do next.
Light is lucky that fighting is not Remi’s strong suit, so his nose is just bleeding. He’s sure he felt Remi’s nose crack under his hand, and even if that’s all the good that came out of this situation, he’s glad that he caused that much damage at least.
Light turns to his parents, and sees that the celebration has been absolutely ruined. As bad as he feels for ruining his father’s retirement party, he’s glad he finally did the right thing and stood up for Misa, and Sayu.
“I’m sorry.” Light says, apologising to his parents for the party, and to L for the damage to his face. “I’ll pay you back!” He calls over his shoulder as he runs to the bathrooms, hoping to catch one of the girls there to talk to them.
Unfortunately, by the time he gets to the hall, the girls have either gone into the restroom, or left the building, and Remi is nowhere to be seen. With nowhere else to go, he turns into the restroom to wipe up the blood from his face.
In the reflection, he can see streaks of bright red painting the lower half of his face. He carefully wipes it away with a wet towel, and tries to ignore the Shinigami taunting him from behind his shoulder.
“You really let yourself get beat up by some Hollywood priss?” Ryuk mocks, floating with his head over Light’s left shoulder. Light doesn’t care about the taunts. He’s had six years to get used to them. He’s more upset that he couldn’t do anything to fix the problem completely. Remi was the type of guy that deserved to die, that was certain in Light’s head, but with him joining the Kira case, the risks were too high to do anything to him, especially now that L has seen the two together.
He sighs in slight defeat and the glass fogs up in front of his face. A knock is heard at the door.
“Light? Are you alright in there?” The voice of none other than L is on the other side of the door.
“Yeah, all good in here.” Light says, wiping the final bits of blood off his teeth before throwing out the towel and opening the door. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to make a first impression.” He says to L, knowing that if he doesn’t do this right, it’ll be suspicious. New guy who gets into fights over his strong morals has no remorse for his violent behavior is certainly suspicious.
“Eh, you’ll have more time to show us who you really are.” L says in response, handing Light his belongings that he left at the table prior.
“Yeah, thanks.” Light says, turning towards the red exit sign down the hall. “See you around, Detective Ryuzaki.” He says before walking around the man to get to the exit.
L smiles to himself, glad to have such an intriguing new member on his team. Tonight was amusing, and if nothing else, he feels safe in guaranteeing that the amusement will continue with this new member.
As Light steps outside, the cold air hits his face and burns like alcohol on his wounds. He winces, but walks forward into the light of the street lamps. From down the street, the light on top of the only taxi in sight flicks off, indicating they have a passenger. Looks like he’s going to walk back home too now.
He looks down the street again in hopes of seeing another taxi, but he catches a woman waving at him from the occupied taxi. It’s Misa, and she’s waving him over.
“Hey! Light!” She calls, gesturing for him to come to the taxi. He picks up his pace and gets over to the taxi where he can see that there is no Remi in sight. “Get in.” She says to him, grabbing his arm to pull him into the cab.
“Hey, I’m sorry-” He starts, but is cut off by Misa.
“Don’t. We’re not going to talk about it, okay?” She says, rather sternly.
“Okay…” Light says, admittedly confused, but glad to not have to explain his behaviors quite yet.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, the driver taking them to their respective abodes. Some odd church choir music rings out from the speakers in the car. Rather dramatic, but at least there’s something to fill the quiet.
“That detective guy was pretty interesting, don’t you think?” Misa says with a girl-talk smile that only the two friends share while gossiping. If only she knew how interesting he really was…
“Yeah, he’s definitely interesting…” Light responds. The music switches to a song with heavy bass, and Ryuk pops his head over the seats from the trunk.
“This is going to be so much fun.”
“What was that?” Light asks, again; and again, he gets no answer. Leave it to the death god to be mysterious…
We are once again coming on here to announce that we are cooking up something spectacular, only this time, we have the wonderful privilege to tell you that your first peak will be coming today!!
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In honour of day two, we would like to announce a little teaser for you all... 🖤
Our star crossed lovers have a pre-written fate found in various tales. We find it only fitting to appoint this fate onto our two soulmates after everything they've been through.
It wouldn't be a Sporkathon and Mel ending however, without a little twist. So we will tell you that our lovers are like that of Cleopatra and Mark Antony, as well as Romeo and Juliet, but the twist is up to you to figure out...
