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Cursed Moons Meronia Zine Sneak Peak

Well, better late than never, right? ...Right?

Here is the sneak peak of my submission for the Cursed Moons: @meroniazine! The story will be accompanied by phenomenal art provided by the absolutely lovely Ivi (Ivibugg on Insta)

This Zine is set to be published in only two days!

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“I’ve got a case for you.” Mello says quietly. From where he’s sitting on his own at their dining room table he readjusts the morning newspaper in his hands, a lightly steaming mug of earl gray tea and plate of half eaten eggs utterly forgotten between where his elbows were propped on the tabletop.

“A case?” Near remarks from his spot on the floor nearby, his tone ticking upward with just the slightest hint of interest.

“Yeah…” Azure eyes scan the headline once more: Urgent Manhunt Underway… He can feel the way Near’s eyes slide up to him from his toys, full of silent questions and confusion. Never had Mello asked the younger detective to take a case of his choosing. And why should he? Near had the entire force of the world’s police agencies behind him, but Mello had the beck and call of every sector of the world’s underworld at his fingertips. What could Mello ever possibly ask of Near that he couldn’t track down uncover for himself?

…find suspect in shooting of 5 homeless men… Mello’s features are somber as he finishes the headline and lets his gaze slide down to the lead: Five shootings targeting sleeping homeless men in New York City were carried out by a single suspect. A familiar sting of ice touches his fingertips, seeping ever upward through the digits to his hands until he had only to grasp the paper tighter to fight off its encroachment. The bristling wind whips through empty, slumbering city streets screaming past his ears, lashing at the back of his neck.

“You need money?”The rough voice of a man suddenly whispers beside the blonde’s ear. Mello could hear the conniving glint in the man’s eye through only the sick, humorous tinge laden in his gruff voice.

“What do you need?” Near’s voice comes out lower, determined. Mello has his full attention, now, yet his ever-present inquisitiveness lingers like a shadow behind his person.

A single moment’s pause extends between them, a pensive silence between the two successors before Near finally takes charge to break it. He moves from his secure spot surrounded by his own toys to venture out across the expanse to Mello’s isolated island.

Mello folds the newspaper in half, tossing it to the wood tabletop as Near comes to stand before him. “This.” The reply is muttered so simply, and so certain. But there’s a heat of annoyance in him, too. Blue eyes are trail up Near’s being, watching and gauging him.

Gray eyes, dark as the ink printed upon the paper, scan the article which had so intently held Mello’s attention; his features betray absolutely nothing to the blonde. Slender, pale fingers reach out to gently trail over the words, giving just the slightest hint at the path the detective’s mind is taking in absorbing the information. “This?” Near suddenly asks. “Why would this be of any interest to me?”

“I’ve got something you could do…” The gruff voice whispers in Mello’s ear. “If money’s really all you need. What are you willing to do for it?” The man chuckles, and suddenly the mix of icy air reminds Mello of just how frigid the streets had been, while the warmth from this man’s breath toyed with a new kind of hell… He smells the alcohol lingering on the man’s breath, and the gunpowder burned into his skin… Bile bubbles in Mello’s stomach, working its way up his throat.

“Take it.” Mello forces out, his stare cemented on nothing but Near. The detective’s presence existed as the single entity connecting him to any semblance of reality while the printed words of the article strove the drag him back to all those years ago… To the nightmares he’d endured on those same city streets.

Near’s expression shifts momentarily upward to Mello before again refocusing down to the newspaper page, trying to see through the words to what exactly Mello was seeing in it. But he couldn’t… he’d never be able to understand what Mello saw, and Mello wasn’t sure he could ever formulate the words to explain it to him, either.

Near’s brows knit eventually together in confusion, “This isn’t the type of case that L would get involved in.” Dark eyes slide back to the blonde, “If I’m being honest, Mello, this seems far more like something your realm would be interested in.” His words were quiet, careful with the delicate blonde in front of him, and likewise ever conscientious not to cause any unnecessary damage to the pieces of the puzzle Mello had suddenly laid out before him to solve.

Near was right. It was far more within the realm of the criminal underworld to be concerned with the happenings of people without homes. But, “There’s not that kind of time.” Mello’s words are tight as they exit his lips, far more so than he would have otherwise meant for them to be. Then, he leans forward, tapping hard on the table, “The police are already involved, there’s already evidence, suspect images.” All things Near could easily get access to. If he wanted to. Why did any of this case need to be a manhunt when with L’s technology and Near’s mind the murderer could be caught in record time? Before anyone else…

“The Mafia-”

“I’m not asking the Mafia, Near, I’m asking you…” Mello cut in. “These are… people.” He cuts himself off before his words get the better of him. It is perfectly within his nature to let his feelings get in the way, to let his heart step in and say more than he objectively needs to, or should.

Arguably, Near was the only person on Earth who deserved to hear him say it… to extrapolate on his own experiences on the same streets where people were now being murdered while they slept. But saying any of it didn’t always mean that Near would understand… How could he? How could the chosen descendant of justice ever understand the constant war of the street or why he’d still feel connected to it despite how different things were now? And yet… “If L is truly justice, then he should be looking out for people, especially for those who already have nothing. It can’t just be about the cases that interest him.” The way Near’s eyes narrowed spoke of his internal protest to such an assertion. “Who looks out for the people who are forgotten? … Other than themselves.”

“Man, if you don’t leave him alone!” Another voice appeared in Mello’s opposite ear, “Look, he’s just a kid! If you’re gonna fuck with someone, it’s not going to be a kid. That’s fucked up…” The presence of the first man, with his gruff, predatory voice and stench of alcohol was slowly beginning to dissipate. “C'mon, kid. What are you doing out here? It’s freezing… You run away from home or somethin’?” A heaviness was draped over his shoulders, warmth against the bracing wind, “Come on, your parents can’t be worse than the streets…” Then lower, he’d added, “These streets will eat you alive… They’re no place for a kid like you to be.”

Soft, warm hands cupping his face suddenly pull Mello back to himself, and to their present moment, the flakes of snow that had surrounded his head and the voice of the man who had saved him that night receding back.

Now, there was no one but Near standing in front of him, concern written into his every feature. “What is this to you?” He whispered to him quietly, unable to read for himself past the careful construction of Mello’s façade. When he didn’t immediately answer, Near added, “Will solving this case help in assuaging your demons?”

Mello’s eyes closed, surrounded not by the ice and fear he’d known then, but instead by the warmth of Near’s hands on his cheeks. He melted into the other, kissing his soft, secure palms. “No… it won’t.” He muttered against him. “Take the case. Not because I’m asking you to… But because the fates of these people are not what you would have wanted to see for me, were I still in their place.” His surprise could be read in only the subtle tensing of Near’s muscles against his lips. “Take the case. Show me what the power of L can really do.” This time, when azure orbs slid open, they smoldered with the embers of a newfound challenge.

The next morning...

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(Ask-based) Minific Prompts

Mello calls Matt over to help bake Near a birthday cake

Near researching sex, Mello discovers his search history - NSFW 

Mello’s zipper pants getting in the way... - slightly NSFW

Bad breakup

Mello joining Near in the bath

“Fancy seeing you here, acting like you weren’t expecting me at all.”

Choosing and adopting a pet

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

“What am I doing wrong?”

Near finds a human head in their closet

Gets lost in IKEA

“I may have accidentally said something and now my whole family kind of thinks we’re dating. Oops.”

“Is there any part of you that isn’t bruised?”

Finding the other wearing their clothes

Having their hair washed by the other

“Did you just go throw up?” and “Can you hear me?”

“I’m alive... I can tell because of the pain”

Mello becomes sick

Near becomes sick

Near gives Mello chocolate

Mourning Matt’s death

“I love you”

Everything about him was... lovable

Watching Near sleep

Feelings of loneliness

(Self-Created) Prompts

“You know, that’s the first time you’ve said you loved me.”

10 Sentence Fic: First kiss

It’s Just A Game - NSFW

Asking Near to take a case

Untitled Goose Game Near

Based on other fics

From The Art of Isolation/The Topology of Compassion

Near goes into labor 

Near experiences morning sickness 

Near experiences morning sickness (ver. 2) 

Buying baby clothes 

Near sings for Mello 

Near sings for Mello (ver. 2) 

Test chapter for Isolation/Topology trilogy 

Mama’s Day 

Event Writing (Meronia Week, DeathNotetober, etc.)

Meronia Week (2016)

Day 1: Reunion

Day 2: Beginnings

Day 3: Black/White

Day 4: Together

Day 6: Thanks Giving

DeathNotetober (2021)

Day 15: Redesign

Day 18: Heart (Based on: God’s Dice)

Day 22: Disguise

Meronia Event (2021)

Morning Routine

Fashion designer AU Omegaverse

Test Chapters/One-shots

Contagion - Post-apocalyptic, Zombie outbreak AU

Heart-Shaped Pizza Box - Mello!Pizza delivery, Near is enamored

Lessons in Cutlery

Parts and Parcel - A Robot!Near AU

Arranged Marriage - Victorian Era AU (Published on ff as: Orchestration)

Flower/Tattoo shop AU (Published on ff as: Canvas of Flowers)

Of Lies and Deceit - Spy themed AU

Near’s 21st birthday

The Way of Steam and Pirates - Steampunk AU - Ch. 1 (Published version)

The Way of Steam and Pirates - Steampunk AU - Ch 2  (Published version)

Proxy - Angst

God’s Dice (Published as: God’s Dice)

Twitter Fics

Severed head

Tending to Near’s hair

“I’ve got a case for you” - Later completed into this piece

Distracting Mello from work

Taking care of Near

Glad you’re safe

Only one time Mello beat Near on a test

Is Mello Cheating? (Meronia Choose Your Adventure Game)

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Meronia Event Day 1: Morning Routine

@meroniaevent​ Themes included: Tea, Kiss, Morning, Bye, Ice, Home (Bingo card is at the end of the post)

This idea and submission sounded much better in my head, I swear... 

I also did not have the patience to edit this because I was so disgusted, so please be gentle with it

The gentle chiming of Near’s alarm from his phone rang at exactly 5:00am. Far too early than either occupant of the room would have preferred, verbalized at once by the grunt of displeasure from the far side of the bed and the rustling of thick, warm blankets.

Before gray eyes even opened his hand reached out and dismissed the alarm, casting the room back into its residual, peaceful silence. He gently hummed, allowing for only the briefest of moments to pass where he could stay beneath the sheets, warmed by not only them, but the presence beside him.

Mello was a furnace when he slept… as though the walls guarding the world from the first of his own ambition during the day were lowered in his unconscious state. It was familiar, comforting, wholly different from the cool sheets Near had fallen asleep beneath the night before.

He turned on his side towards the middle of the bed, reaching out through the darkness to find a golden thread of Mello’s hair. Beneath his touch he could feel the older successor relax. “When did you get home last night?” Near whispered to the air, weight just how likely it was that Mello would even deign to answer such a question.

Working in such polar spheres of the justice system necessitated a bit of secrecy of each’s actions… It was not that each didn’t believe the other couldn’t hold the weight of their daily actions. It was more like an armor of protection against the threats wrought by the outside world. Someday they would need to broach it all… but each day Near awoke hoping that that day would not be it.

“Late.” Mello’s rough voice grumbled back in response. “Were already asleep.” From the sound of it, the older blonde would be asleep once more were Near to let him.

“Should have woken me up, dear Mello.” Near mumbled to him as he spun a lock of hair around his finger.

“No.” Mello said definitively, even in his drowsy state. He shifted, turning to lie on his back, “You were tired. If you didn’t wake when I get in bed, you’re exhausted.” He had a point… but if only he realized that part of what made Near exhausted was due to the time he spent worried over the blonde’s well-being.

Near gently hummed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Mello’s temple. “It’s still very early. Sleep a bit longer.” There was no need to venture back out into the cruelty of the world so soon.

In response, Mello turned on his side again, towards the younger successor, then shifted a bit closer to him. “Ought to just call me out of work.”

Near’s lips pulled upwards, his fingers more completely threading through Mello’s hair. “Gladly, dear Mello. Simply tell me who to call… Some names and phone numbers should suffice well enough.”

Finally, icy blue eyes dared to open halfway merely to glare at the detective before closing again. “You know I can’t do that…” But oh how Near wished he could… Were Mello to give him just a bit more information… some names, phone numbers or even some vague idea of where Mello even reported every day, he could have the Mafia whereabouts snuffed out completely. It wouldn’t free Mello from the shackles of their organization… but at least it could buy him some breathing time.

“I know.” He sighed, carding his fingers through the soft locks. “I know…” Someday…

Near gave himself just a few moments longer to stay next to the blonde, cherishing their shared moment of peace before returning to the controlled chaos of their lives. Each morning Near tried to take a second to appreciate such calm moments. Anything could happen throughout the hours of the day… Anything could cause these times to be ripped away from them.

This was their reality; this was the existence they chose to reside in. And what could Near really do to change that right now? If he pushed too hard, it would cause Mello to move away from him. There was a delicate balance between executing his own will, and granting Mello the freedom to make his own choices…

He finally pulled away from the blonde, pulling the blankets back and meeting the cool air of their penthouse bedroom. In front of him, the wide windows looked out at the rest of the New York cityscape. “It’s snowing…” He murmured to the darkness, watching the white flakes peacefully fall from the heavens. When they were younger, he didn’t at all care for winter… the ice, slush, the unending jokes comparing him to the frozen precipitation. But now, he could appreciate the way it seemed to slow the world down…

He pushed himself up, proceeding through his morning routines. First, a hot shower to relax his muscles wound tight in knots from the residual worry in the back of his mind. Next, he would go across the living space to the second bedroom in their home, where he had a makeshift investigation room set up. The computers and televisions whirring to life brought a mechanical type of life to the otherwise frozen space. He took out a few toys, and flipped through some of the evidence files he’d brought with him. A wry smile crossed his features as he looked over the words without really reading them. Were Mello to see the papers, he’d chastise him about bringing work home. They each had their individual secrets, he supposed.

On any other day, working on cases would be where his morning would begin, and indeed his thoughts were already bubbling to begin. But his heart was stuck in the other room… back in bed with Mello, wanting to press him for just a bit more information. What about whatever task he’d been tasked with had caused him to need to be out so late? What was he feeling about the job? But those weren’t the kinds of questions Mello was willing to answer, and so Near wasn’t willing to rustle the peace of the morning to ask.

Instead, he decided to take another approach.

Going into the kitchen, Near rustled through the cabinets, locating a seldom used electric kettle. He plugged it into a wall outlet and took the kettle to the sink to clean out. As he filled it with fresh water, he heard the sound of the water for the shower turn on. Gray eyes flicked over to the clock on the wall. ‘Not even six yet…’ Which meant Mello wasn’t deciding to stay home longer, or even take the morning off after the strenuous night previously. ‘Things must be rough for the Mafia right now.’ His eyes narrowed on the door leading to their room. ‘What exactly is going on?’ He made a note to do a bit of investigating into the matter… His resources and contacts were slim, in that realm of the criminal underworld. But perhaps he could figure something out.

He flicked the kettle on to boil, then went to the cabinet to find a thermos, and some tea they had stashed away for when one of them got sick. ‘A good, black tea… Earl Grey.’ His lips ticked up in a small smile. One of the most popular teas in England. A harkening to a much different, simpler time for both of them… Even if Mello wasn’t so quick to agree.

But then, there was a problem, Near realized as he set a tea packet in the thermos. How, exactly, did Mello prefer his tea? When he was sick, he added honey and lemon… But when he was well… Near’s lips pulled into a thin line as he looked around the kitchen. ‘Sugar.’ Of course… He grabbed their container of sugar and a spoon.

One spoonful…

Two…

Three…

Four…

One more couldn’t hurt for someone who was so obsessed with consuming chocolate, right? 

Perfect

Now, what about milk? Mello certainly liked milk chocolate, so would he want a creamier kind of tea, as well? Near shook his head, deciding against it… the idea of combining milk with the scalding, boiling water as well as sugar turned his stomach. Although, he couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he was incorrect… So, he pulled the milk carton from the fridge and set it beside the kettle. Just in case…

It was about twenty minutes later when the door to their bedroom was pulled further open and Mello appeared, his expression solemn as he adjusted his vest on his shoulders. Near’s brow furrowed, “Mello, it’s freezing outside…” He chided quietly, knowing in the back of his head that nothing he said would really change the blonde’s mind. He glanced to the kettle of boiled water. It may get some more use soon enough, if Mello continued to wear such inappropriate clothing for the weather.

“I’ll have a jacket, it’ll be fine.”

“Certainly not a day to be taking your motorcycle.” Near added. “There will be ice on the roads, anyway.” It was a quiet request for Mello to heed his warning and make the choice to further keep himself safe.

Blue eyes rolled, “You don’t even drive, but you…” He paused as he looked at the younger successor who still stood in the kitchen. “What are you doing?” He asked, suspicion dripping from his words, and his gaze investigating every subtle clue the detective could be giving off.

Near turned to where he’d gathered everything for the tea, “I’m just…” He pulled the kettle off the stand, carefully pouring it into the thermos, making sure the string from the tea packet stayed hanging over the edge. “I made tea.” They’d been living together for months, and yet Mello had such a way of speaking to him in such a manner that cut him down to every nervous, sensitive instinct he harbored deep within himself. “It’s in a thermos. Something you can take with you.”

Mello rounded the space, standing in the entrance to the open kitchen, “Tea?”

“It’s freezing outside.” Near repeated once more, taking a spoon and stirring the boiled water to mix the tea and sugar together before placing the cap on it. “It’ll help keep you warm; keep your body temperature from decreasing as fast while you’re out there, especially if you’re insistent about wearing clothing that exposes you to the elements. Besides, who knows how insulated whatever headquarters the Mafia-”

Near’s words, quickened and rife with a hidden nervousness, were ceased the moment Mello stepped closer and pressed his lips to the younger’s. Everything seeped away from Near, in that moment, his worry for the other would always be rooted deeply within his being, but rather than being grown from the waters of his uncertainty, instead Mello’s kiss rained within him a sort of confidence… a question of trust in the other to know what he was doing and how to handle what came his way. Near reached out, gently grasping Mello’s sides, using his solid stance to reassure himself in Mello, and even his own abilities.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Mello told him as they parted, their foreheads pressed together gently.

“I did. Who else on this planet could ever look out for you better than I?”

“I can look out for myself.” Mello told him, slowly pulling a bit further away and taking the thermos and cap.

“Of course you can, dear Mello.” Near murmured, a warm contentedness taking over him from their kiss.

He watched as Mello brought the rim of the thermos to his lips, blowing on the contents. “It’s just going to be a few hours.” He assured him. “Just some things I need to clear up… it has to be taken care of before I can actually be off for a day.” He shook his head in an obvious frustration with the organization as he finally let himself sip the brown tea. At once, his lips pulled down, “Near, what the fuck? How much sugar did you put in this?” He held the thermos away slightly, “Who the hell lives in England their entire lives and still can’t make a simple cup of tea?!”

“I could remake it.” Near told him, even as he watched Mello putting the cap on the top and twisting it shut.

“No, no…” Mello shook his head once more, exhaling a quick breath and with it the immediacy of his frustration; a quick venting of heat before he could more appropriately handle the situation. “No, you don’t have to do that. This is fine.”

“But it-”

“It’s fine, I said.” Mello was already pulling away from him, “It’s fine just the way it is. You made it, so I’m going to drink it.” He told him, leaving no room for questions as he went to the front door of their home, pulling his boots on.

Near reached up to grab a strand of hair. “Alright…” As he watched him get ready to leave, finalized by pulling his red jacket on and grabbing his keys from a hook next to the door. “Just a few hours.” Near repeated to him.

“Maybe four hours, then I’ll come home… It all depends on how long it takes for me to get someone to talk.”

So, an interrogation, then, Near wondered to himself, eyes narrowed on him. “Four hours seems like an over assumption if you’re the one interrogating the person. I suppose, though, that your skills may be getting somewhat rusty.” Mello shot him a glare that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Be safe, Mello.”

“I’m always safe.” Mello assured quieter, stepping in front of Near once more.

“Not as safe as you are when you’re here.” Not as safe as when they were together.

“Four hours.” Mello told him, pressing their foreheads together again. “If I’m not home after that, you can start combing the city for me.”

“Fine, four hours. That’s all I’m giving you. Go, then, so I can start the timer.” Near told him, pressing his chest as though to push him towards the door, but leaning in momentarily to kiss him before doing so. This time, as Mello left him… he was still worried, still concerned that anything might happen. But at least he had something to hold onto, something to focus on while he waited with his breath held. “I love you.” He whispered to the empty space only once the door had clicked closed.

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