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I’ve never really shipped mikalight (though now I do a bit) but I was reading about Christmas traditions in Japan and I was intrigued by the romantic aspect and Christmas cake and this idea came to mind. Maybe Light made reservations at a nice restaurant on Christmas Eve and Mikami gets a little daring? I thought this might be the closest thing Mikami has said to “I love you” so far. I hope you like it!!!
(I am very tempted to write this out so if you are interested, feel free to message me!)
@thequietonesarethedarkestones
I’m really sorry that it’s quite crappy, I tried to draw L and struggled with his hair so, this is the end result 😂 A late merry Christmas to you🎄❄️
Hi, I'm your secret santa for the Death Note Secret Santa Exchange. I saw you've posted for your giftee already and I'm so sorry I still haven't posted your gift yet. orz It is a fic which has gotten longer than expected, and I'm still working on the final scene. I promise it'll get done before the deadline! Hope you had a great Christmas and happy new year in advance. :)
Omg it’s completely fine! I know the feeling of a fic growing further than you intended haha. Thank you for the well wishes! Feel free to take your time, and have a good New Year’s as well!
Gift for: @sayu-is-a-sass-queen
Title: A Yagami Family Christmas
Rating: G
Author’s Note: Hello! I’m sorry about the little delay in getting this up. I loved writing it though! (provided me with an excuse to obsessively research how Christmas is celebrated in other countries haha) Your prompt was lovely too! Writing younger versions of everyone was exciting! I hope you enjoy!
Summary: The Yagami family celebrates Christmas.
On AO3
Soichiro Yagami pulled the collar of his coat tighter around his neck. Although it was made from thick wool, it did not fasten in the front and did little to stop the nippy winter air from reaching the delicate skin at the base of his throat. The Christmas cake spun wildly in the grocery bag at his side as he was jostled by yet another business man rushing home to his own family, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
Sayu would be devastated if the cake was damaged. Her eyes would water for a brief moment, providing only the smallest warning before bursting into inconsolable tears that would last throughout the entire evening, making it nigh impossible for him to spend any quality time with Sachiko.
Light would be incredibly disappointed too, he knew, but it would only be obvious through the slight pout in his bottom lip and the guilt-inducing glances he’d send Soichiro when he thought his father was not looking. He had always been an incredibly mature child, but he was rapidly approaching his eighth birthday and had decided that he was far too old to cry over things such as a lost Christmas cake.
With a sigh, Soichiro lifted the bag to cradle it in his arms. Just in time, too, because as he boarded the train home he was bumped by a woman in a sharp black skirt and heels so pointed, it was a wonder she could walk.
The atmosphere onboard the train was tense, but filled with excitement. Almost all the men held a cake identical to Soichiro’s, whilst several of the women had pulled little compacts out of their purses to refresh their lipstick or eyeliner—getting ready to meet their lovers, perhaps. Quite possibly Sachiko was doing the same at home, and he smiled at the thought.
The train careened around a corner at what felt like a blinding speed, rocking everyone to the side for a brief moment, before allowing them to return to their own musings of the Christmas evening to come.
Little did Soichiro know that back at home, Sachiko was not touching up her lips. She was instead attempting to stave off dozens of questions from their curious children whilst wrapping her husband’s gift. It was Sayu specifically this year, pestering her for information about what happened on Christmas Eve after she was asleep. Light was very curious as well, although he did his best not to show the fact, for that would involve admitting that he did not know and the mere thought of that was unacceptable to him.
“Well, we sit by the fire and give each other gifts. You’ll do it soon Sayu, when you’re older and you’ve found a boy you love,” Sachiko answered for the third time.
Aparently Sayu finally understood, because at that she made a little noise and screwed up her face, thinking hard, before jumping up without a word and pattering off to her room as fast as her stubby toddler legs would take her.
Sachiko turned to Light who immediately dove back into his book, hoping to hide the fact that he had been paying attention.
With an almost-silent chuckle, Sachiko went back to wrapping and began to hum her favorite Christmas song, Ding-Dong, by TOKIO, secretly excited—almost as if she was a young love-struck teen again—for her husband to arrive home.
Sachiko did not have to wait long, for which she was very grateful. Sayu had not stayed vanished for long and when she had reappeared, clutching a colored sheet of paper in her tiny hands, her multitude of questions had returned with her. While Sachiko loved her daughter dearly and desired to encourage the strong streak of curiosity coursing through her soul, the constant questions could often reach a thrumming, continuous, stream which Sachiko could only handle for so long. That exhausting flow of queries halted immediately upon hearing the front door creak open and the heavy footfalls of Soichiro entering his home.
Sayu flew towards the door in excitement, sheet of paper in tow, little socked feet sliding on the floor as she rounded the corner into the hall such that she almost toppled over. “Papa! Ya got the Christmath cake?” She called loudly. She’d always had troubles saying ‘Christmas,’ but Soichiro found it precious, and fussed at Light the one time he found his son trying to correct her. Sayu was his little girl, and while she was undeniably growing up, he wanted to delay that terrible process of reaching adulthood for as long as he could; the older she got, the less likely she was to hold his hand as they walked to the park together, the less likely she was to snuggle with him on the couch—she had already slowly begun to stop trying to put her bows into his hair, and as ridiculous as he’d felt with them in, the pleased look on her face at making ‘papa look pretty’ was too much for him to refuse.
Upon hearing Soichiro arrive and Sayu’s dangerously rapid exit, Sachiko went to the oven and pulled out the fried chicken she’d been keeping warm. After last year’s fiasco of hunting down a fried chicken right before dinner ended in disaster, Sachiko had decided to run to KFC before lunch, and simply re-heat the chicken when Soichiro arrived home in the evening. The crowds had not been quite as bad today as last year, so provided the chicken still tasted fine and was not too dry, Sachiko considered it was probably a good idea to continue this plan in the future. Mainly today it had been high school students who’d skipped classes to spend the day curled up together in the booths munching on chicken with their dates, as opposed to the swarms of people lined up outside in the hopes of a fried chicken the year previously.
The chicken looked delicious sitting there on the table, and after Soichiro had rushed everyone to their seats, pausing only to give Sachiko a quick kiss, he had sliced of a cut for each person. Sayu received a drumstick, so that she could eat it with her fingers easily; she had not quite mastered the art of chopsticks yet. Light requested some of the chicken breast, and so did Sachiko. Soichiro himself ended up with the thighs, wings, and remaining drumstick.
Dinner went by quickly, yet it did not feel rushed. Light felt slightly miffed by the fact that his father paid more attention to his mother than himself, but he did not let it show. Christmas only happened once a year after all, and so he busied himself with eating his meal and quietly asking Sayu to not be so loud. The chicken itself was delicious despite having been reheated, and Soichiro made many compliments to the chef, causing her to blush slightly and give him a gentle whack on his forearm. At that, Sayu had made a repulsed noise, and Soichiro stopped his flirting.
Once the meal was done, the cake was served and Sayu’s ecstasy only increased again causing Light to wonder if she was even capable of being quiet around Christmas time. She noticed this, and went out of her way to talk to him even more. In the end though, Light had to start smiling, because as Sayu was energetically telling him about an idol she saw on a kid’s magazine cover, she had somehow managed to smear a little red dollop of the cake onto her forehead. As she continued with her narrative, it the cake began to slowly slide down until it fell, bounced off the tip of her nose, and landed onto her fork where it had been poised in mid-air. She gasped in surprise before shoveling the whole bite into her mouth while simultaneously swiping at her face in an attempt to find more crumbs, only to smear more on in the process.
“Ok, that’s enough for you,” Sachiko announced, scooping Sayu out of her seat and carrying her to the sink to clean her off. “Your father and I are going to clean up,” she cast a loaded look over towards her husband “so why don’t you two go get ready for bed?”
Sayu, in a very unusual fashion, went right away without any kind of wheedling or whining. Sachiko looked at Light wide-eyed. “What’d you say to her?” She asked, knowing very well that Light was the only one who could get Sayu to go along with anything without fuss.
“Nothing, Mom!”
Sachiko hummed. “Well, you get off to bed anyway. We’ll be up in a minute.”
He padded off after his sister. After brushing his teeth and adjusting his hair, he headed to put on pajamas only to be blocked by Sayu in her nightgown.
“Here ya go, Light.” Sayu extended her folded piece of colored paper, smudged now around the edges and near her pudgy fingers with leftover grease from dinner and a small dab of Christmas cake icing in one corner.
Light took it slowly, trying to avoid touching the little wet spots. Upon opening it, he froze. It was a picture of what he could only assume was him and Sayu—faces comically rounded and smiles that extended far beyond the circles of their cheeks—with stick-arms connected in what was affectionate hand-holding, along with many lopsided hearts and a star. Hovering above them in the center of the photo, there was a rather lopsided, angular shape. After studying it for a moment, Light concluded that it must be a Christmas tree.
“It’s your Christmath present,” she said with a shy smile.
“Thanks, but Sayu, you weren’t supposed to give me a gift.”
Her nose wrinkled in confusion. “What’d ya mean? Momma said you give gifts to boys you love, and I don’t love anybody more than my big brother.”
“Oh, well thank you,” Light said slowly. “Your gift isn’t finished yet, but I’ll give it to you soon, ok?” This was in fact, a lie. Light had no gift for Sayu, but his mind was already racing to come up with something he could give her.
The sparkles in her eyes had already been bright enough to blind, but at the promise of a gift they shone even more—to the point where Light had to look away. In doing so, his eyes caught on the multicolored bracelet around Sayu’s pudgy wrist. The plastic beads were all shaped like horses, and that gave Light a burst of inspiration. For his last birthday, he had been given a child’s woodcarving kit. A horse shouldn’t be too difficult to make.
Just as Sayu’s mouth opened, likely to ask what her gift would be, Soichiro’s voice called from the kitchen, telling them to climb into bed and informing them that they will be there soon to kiss them goodnight.
They gave each other a quick hug then darted to their beds, their parents following soon afterwards to tuck them in.
Once the children were asleep, Sachiko and Soichiro sat down together on the sofa to exchange gifts and a few soft kisses.
The next morning, Sachiko wore a new pair of sparkling earrings, and Soichiro‘s neck was warm on his way to work, wrapped in a handmade woolen scarf.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! It’s Christmas where I am so maybe it’ll be the same for you ^^ Thank you admins of the secret santa for such a cool experience! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays XO @superhiro
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“Here you go,” Light Yagami said gently as he placed the red ceramic mug in Ryuzaki’s hands. “Thank you,” the elder replied, sipping the warm hot chocolate immideately. “Its delicious, Light-kun.” “Don’t mention it,” LIght smiled, taking a seat beside Ryuzaki on the couch. “I’m glad you were able to stay a while longer tonight.” Light glanced at the man quickly before diverting his attention back to the fireplace before the couch.
It was Christmas Eve, and without Light’s company, Ryuzaki would be alone. Watari had gone to Wammy’s to celebrate this year, eager to see the children’s progress. The other task force members, including Light’s father had gone home for the holiday, permitted by the detective of course. Most everyone had hoped Light would leave as well, but the young man had insisted otherwise.
Watari had left a Christmas meal he previously prepared for the two. (Initially it was for L alone, but there was plenty to share) Light went back to the kitchen to fetch a snack for them, which came from the large selection of treats Ryuzaki’s elder companion left for them. Ryuzaki’s eyes lit up once they landed on the plate of festively decorated cookies. Light laughed quietly and passed the entire dish to the detective, after of course taking a Christmas tree-shaped cookie for himself.
Ryuzaki devoured the cookies, remembering to offer Light one occasionally. With a mouthful of frosting in his mouth, he asked Light the question that had been on his mind. “Why did you decide to stay with me, of all people, on Christmas Eve? It’s a time for loved ones, not people who think you’re literally a murderer.” Light looked at the man in front of him.
His skin was pale, almost slightly grey. His dark eyes were accompanied by even darker circles which rimmed them, proving how little sleep he got. Light had gotten used to seeing his face every day, at this point maybe even looked forward to it. Why? He accused him of being a murderer (admittedly, he wasn’t wrong), was rude to everyone, had no idea what a regular sugar intake looked like, and yet, despite it all, Ryuzaki- no, L- meant something to him. He always would.
A blush rose to the brunette’s cheeks and he took a cookie from the plate to avoid eye contact. “Well, I appreciate you, Ryuzaki. You shouldn’t be alone, especially on Christmas.” “Well, thank you, Light. I appreciate you too- why is your face red?” Light met the brooding expression of L, whom looked rather intrigued.
“Just thinking,” he replied. It wasn’t a lie. As his brown eyes landed on Ryuzaki’s rather long fingers, he wondered what it would feel like clutched in his own. He imagined how soft and delicate his skin was, how tightly his fingers would clasp around his own palm, and the soft smile that would grace those pale lips as it happened.
“About what, Light?” Light was shaken out of his daydreams by Ryuzaki’s question. Before even giving him enough time to answer, Ryuzaki spoke again. “Is there something the matter with my hands?” Light flinched slightly as he met Ryuzaki’s gaze. He felt as if he was being interrogated again.
“No, your hands are fine, I assure you.” “Oh. Were they making you blush?” Light chuckled and shook his head. “Of course not.” Ryuzaki squinted as he searched Light’s face, which held a gentle smile. Said smile changed to an expression of shock immediately as Ryuzaki grabbed his hand. “W-what are you doing?!” Light exclaimed, squirming in his chair as the scenario played out before him.
Ryuzaki pulled Light’s hand close his face, uncomfortably close in Light’s opinion. “You’re face is still red,” Ryuzaki frowned. Before Light could stutter out a response, Ryuzaki had dropped Light’s hand from his own and settled and resting his palm on Light’s cheek.
“Warm too.. what’s the matter, Light-Kun? Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you ill? Or perhaps nervous about something..” Ryuzaki trailed off. The pair held an awkward stare on each other, proving Light could match Ryuzaki’s social awkwardness. “Stop bombarding me, L!” Light complained loudly, pushing his chair away from Ryuzaki’s.
“Light..” Ryuzaki said quietly as he recoiled into his chair. Light glared. “Why are you so nosey? You don’t have to be a detective 24/7. I’m here as your friend, not suspect,” he puffed angrily. “I apologize. I’m so used to finding evidence and noticing every little thing. I’m sorry, it’s a bad habit.” “You bet it is,” Light sighed sarcastically with crossed arms. “Forgive me?” Ryuzaki asked coyly.
“If you insist,” Light joked with a smile. “Do I get to know what’s wrong now?” He paused only slightly as the other’s glare fell onto his features. “I mean, you said we’re friends so I just-” “Shush,” Light interrupted. “You wanna know?” “Yes…?” “Then close your eyes.”
Ryuzaki did as told, anxious to hear the news. But, instead of hearing an explanation, suddenly a pair of lips landed on his. He opened his eyes and saw Light kissing him. He felt a slight desperation as Light pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “There you go, there’s your answer.” Ryuzaki sat in his chair, knees under his chin, deep in thought. Light sighed and sprawled out in his own office chair. He leaned his head up, staring at the tiled ceiling.
“I never would have guessed,” Ryuzaki said several minutes later. “Hm.” “May I try, Light-Kun?” “I’m sorry, what?” Ryuzaki stood and made his way to the other male. He cupped Light’s cheeks in his hands before pulling their faces closer together. He connected their lips into a passionate kiss. Light wrapped his arms around the detective’s waist as he smiled into the kiss.
“I quite like that,” Ryuzaki said as he pulled away. “We should do that regularly.” Light laughed at his (hopefully) future boyfriend. “Maybe we could go out sometime, Ryuzaki?” “I’d like that very much,” he answered. “But we mustn’t tell anyone.” Light smiled and nodded. Ryuzaki reached into his bowl and pulled out strawberry. “I’ll give you this strawberry if you promise to keep this secret,” he said while handing Light the berry. “Got it L,” he replied while munching on the prize. “Merry Christmas, love.”
Note: I wasn’t able to quite cross off your Christmas list fully, but I tried my best to craft something sweet for you this holiday season~ It ended up being kinda an AU where Light didn’t stumble upon the Death Note, but L was in Japan under an alias... There was a larger plot but it got lost somewhere.
Light hummed to himself as he walked purposefully through the shelves of the university book store. Approximately five hours ago, his professor sent out an e-mail announcing that all students should have a certain required text for today’s lecture… Despite it not being listed anywhere in the syllabus, nor anywhere on the class’s webpage. Light hadn’t checked his e-mail until approximately half an hour ago due to his back-to-back labs. And class started within an hour.
If Light had the ability to make a man drop dead, he would have been sorely tempted to apply this ability to his professor. Light preferred that all of situations he entered were controlled, that he knew what to do, what to say in order to turn the outcomes towards his favor. He was supposed to be reviewing the class’s flashcards while drinking a warm cappuccino right now, in order to erase any shred of a doubt that he was going to get a perfect score on any pop quiz that might occur within the class. Instead he now had to purchase yet another overpriced text which, to make things even tackier, was penned by the professor themselves.
Needless to say, his frustration was running a bit high.
The book itself was unassuming, just a small paperback with a plain cover, but it was the last one on the rack. Light breathed a small sigh of relief at getting the last one, thankful he had arrived when he did. His small moment of regained control was promptly shattered as a set of long pale fingers grasped the book at the same moment of his.
Light’s head snapped up to find that the owner of those fingers was, surprise surprise, Ryuzaki. The only real competition he had for top of the class. The two young men kept their grasp firm as a silent struggle for dominance and the obligatory banal discussion began.
“Hello Light, lovely weather we’re having today.” Ryuzaki’s tone was a dull monotone, but his eyes were sharp and his grip was iron-clad.
Light put on his hundred-dollar smile and returned the pleasantries, “Yes, the sky has finally cleared, hopefully it won’t rain for a while yet.”
The two of them stood there for a beat, both unwilling to relinquish the text.
“I hope you won’t mind Ryuzaki, but I have a class which is starting soon which requires this text…”
The other man looked back owlishly, “Why, what a coincidence, so do I. Kubo, lecture hall 312, 6PM?”
Light’s smile began to turn strained, “The one and the same.”
“You know, I imagine that the staff here haven’t gotten around to restocking the shelves yet, it’s been awfully busy with the new semester.”
Deep brown bordering on black stared into amber as the two continued their conversation.
“It’s pretty funny actually, I found out before the semester began that they only display as many books as they have, I suppose it’s a little easier for them that way.”
The two of them were now pulling hard enough on the book that the cover was beginning to warp, all it would take for one to become victorious would be for someone to let go-
Light stumbled backwards as Ryuzaki casually released the cover and thumbed at his lip. A small shiver ran up Light’s spine at the dark eyes that were looking at him as if he were some specimen pinned to cardboard.
“I guess we ought to share then, shouldn’t we Light? Until the bookstore gets more.” The statement was followed by a slight smirk, as if he had won the battle by choosing to relinquish his own possession of the book.
Light hated loosing.
“Yes, I suppose we should. Would you prefer to purchase this copy or…?”
Ryuzaki suddenly stood to his full height and stepped closer, his face suddenly only a few centimeters from Light’s own. Light’s heart shuttered to a stop for a brief moment as Ryuzaki’s breath fanned over his lips. ‘Wow, up close he really is hands-‘ The unbidden thought came to a screeching halt as soon as Light processed what he was thinking. He didn’t exactly “swing that way”, he had always enjoyed a girl’s company, but there was something about being challenged, being surprised at another’s actions that was driving his thoughts into dangerous territory.
“I sit in the second row to the back on the far right of the room by the window. I’ll see you in a few minutes, Light.”
And with that, the dark-haired man smirked and puttered off, the undisputed victor in this interaction.
Light tightly gripped the copy of a book that was no longer a trophy, but a consolation prize.
Round two went much better for Light, Ryuzaki didn’t take notes, just stared at the professor as they droned on and nibbled their thumb.
When the time came for them to refer to the book, Ryuzaki moved unnecessarily close, just barely separate from Light. All if would take is a slight lean and the side of their torsos would have been flush together. When the professor announced that he was changing the upcoming project based on his book from group to pair, Light and Ryuzaki looked at one another.
“You’re intelligent enough to pull your own weight.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“It’s the very highest Light. I don’t think I would want to partner with anyone in the class but you.”
Blush fanned lightly over Light’s tanned skin as Ryuzaki tapped a finger to his temple.
“Don’t just stare at me Light, we have to narrow down what we want to make our presentation on from a list of twelve.”
Light cleared his throat and quirked up an eyebrow, “Twelve? There’s only four possible topics listed in the assignment.”
Ryuzaki tutted, “If that’s all you can see Light, then maybe it would be best you pair up with someone more your speed.”
Light grit his teeth, “Unless you’re suggesting that we refine our presentation to a sub-topic, then yes, it is all I can see. Would you care to enlighten me to your master plan?”
The dark eyes that had been looking at him in vague disappointment lit up. “Actually Light, that is precisely what I’m suggesting. Now, we could probably get in a bit of trouble if we focus on-“
As far as Light was concerned, Round Two was a victory, as they ended up going with Light’s idea of splicing together one of Ryuzaki’s and one of Light’s own topic suggestions.
Two weeks, and many round later, Light and Ryuzaki stood in front of a dimmed lecture hall to almost thunderous applause from their classmates.
Their professor nodded with approval as the two of them fielded the final questions, Ryuzaki’s blunt answers combined with Light’s calm explanations made for a stunning duo. Without a doubt, any of the presentations to follow were going to appear weak at best in comparison.
Light almost felt pity for them.
The brunet turned and smiled genuinely at his partner, and to his surprise found the other smiling right back, his dark eyes glowing with something Light couldn’t quite place.
At least until on their way out a pale hand found its way to his lower back and carefully rubbed a small circle there.
“Hey, Ryuzaki, would you like to continue to study together for this class? I think we’d both benefit from it.”
“Light, I’d be delighted to study with you. Would you like to consider having dinner with me sometime?”
