Author: @theredtint
For: @synapsi-s
Pairings/Characters: L Lawliet & Beyond Birthday
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Prompt: L’s thoughts about the LABB case
Author’s notes: This is a bit more of L’s general memories of B and his thoughts about the man who created LABB and how he got there but I hope you like it!
B was always…special. From the first moment L saw him walking along the hallways of that house something was off. The blonde fluffy curls bounced about his head after escaping the low ponytail, dressed in an oversized knitted sweater, fit for the winter chill of a barely heated house, and pale as a ghost. Babbling along something about theoretical physics to A who was rather obviously consumed in his own thoughts. That was the first time L saw B. A ray of sunshine and enthusiasm. A child full of potential and ready to realize it. Specks of burgundy color in his brown eyes. He should’ve paid more attention to his successors, then maybe Los Angeles could’ve been avoided. It’s a regret that L can’t afford to have, one that had to be crushed and gotten rid of.
The second time L saw B he was a splotch of white skin against black hair, white loose fitted shirt, same dark circles that haunted L ever since he was 10. Harsher around the edges, dangly limb and all out of place joints. L thought he looked more like some sort of caricature of a human being than an actual human, like he himself used to look. Like B rearranged himself into something that L used to be on purpose. It made him sick. Made him sick the way B’s now maroon eyes shifted above people’s heads, and that smile he had like he knew too much, L stayed out of B’s sight. He should’ve told someone to keep an eye on him, and yet he didn’t, he choose to ignore it as if it wasn’t his business.
The third time L saw B was wearing all black, standing in the shade of an angel statue at A’s funeral. He wasn’t crying, just stood there staring at the ground while the rest of the orphanage staff finished up and left, L passed by the cemetery later and he was still standing there, long after the dirt was evened out and it started to rain. L sent a caretaker after him. B wasn’t there. L wondered later if this was a moment B broke or if it was long before then, if his plan was in his head for longer than A was in the ground. He never got the chance to ask.
The case was gruesome, with too many clues that screamed that it was B, too many clues that told him it wasn’t about the people, it was about L. That those people were just a means to an end. Nothing more than pawns. A child with so much potential turnt rogue. Lead astray by anger and grief, and all L wanted was to put him away, lock him away into some corner where he didn’t have to deal with it. Believe Bridsmaid, the Akazukin Chacha manga that A introduced B to; Quarter Queen, the missing eyes, two gaping burgundy holes; Backyard Bottomslash, the clock. L wasn’t too sure what that one was supposed to represent, the time that run out? It was brutal, all of it, more brutal than he expected B to be capable of. Clever and evil at the same time. B only made one mistake, he was too arrogant, he didn’t see the person in front of him, only the mastermind behind Naomi. And L choose well, as he always did.
Then there was the last time L ever seen B alive. A failed successor turned enemy, even if L never really seen him as such. A nuisance at most. Burnt and covered in bandages, laying on that hospital bed he looked small. Smaller than he really was, L knew. He came to talk, and yet B was unresponsive. Not by his own volition no, it was the mix of drugs and pain pulled him away into the unconscious realm. The amount of IV drips and monitors looks almost excessive. L sits there for a bit next to B’s bed, waiting if he wakes up or not, he doesn’t. The beeping of the machines gets to him eventually. It’s frustrating, piercing, he wants them to stop. And yet he still sits there for a few hours, contemplating what to do with Beyond. There is too much there to just discard, too much intellect trapped in that unstable brain of him, it could be useful. Later, much later after B served some sort of punishment. When he leaves the hospital the air feels heavy and constricting, a premonition of a storm.
He meant to come and get B eventually, all the ignored phone calls were just because he didn’t have the time, L rarely had the time for anything that isn’t work, and B wasn’t work anymore. When the criminals started dropping dead he decided it was the time, but things were progressing fast and uncertain and he just didn’t have the time, wasn’t desperate to pull someone like B out of prison for help. December came and went and Light Yagami was fascinating. A boy with too much potential and a smile like he knew too much. A familiar sight that set L’s blood on fire. A memory of yesterday. A memory he was ready to let out a bit too late.
B was buried on Wammy’s grounds next to A’s grave. L didn’t attend, as far as he knows no one did. A mistake like that is best buried and forgotten.
His mind is still so very foggy when he first wakes, leaving him disoriented as he groans and presses a bandaged hand to his head. His memory takes more than a moment to return and when it does, his eyes widen and he fixes the other with a hard glare.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks, finally noticing his dressed wounds from earlier. Why had he bothered to do anything beyond stemming the blood flow? Was this his attempt at appearing human or was he trying to apply to Alisx’s empathy? If so, it was far too late for that.
Were this any normal day, Light Yagami might have found himself at the end of his rope, liable to snap at the wrong twitch of a lip, the repetition of a high pitch noise, the laughter of school girls as he passed. This was not a typical day, and he was not in a foul mood, strange as it seemed to him. Yet even if his mood had improved greatly from the dismal pit it had plummeted into, the world seemed none too gracious to help maintain it for at this very moment, he’d stepped too close to the curb and found his nice slacks splashed with muddy water that had yet to drain into the blocked sewer line.
“Fantastic...” Oh, was that very taxi pulling over to admit its passenger out onto the sidewalk? Wonderful, Light could certainly politely explain the situation and ask for a ride home to change. Except he won’t. It isn’t the custom. Despite his misfortune, it is a simple matter to walk the few blocks home himself.
Author: theredtint
For: voldy-in-my-turban
Pairings/Characters: N/A, just some Wammy Kids and B
Rating/Warnings: G
Prompt: Wammy kids doing Halloween shenanigans behind Roger’s back
Author’s notes: I was trying a bit of a new style with this, hopefully you like it!
The orphanage has been buzzing with anxious excitement since the start of October. Despite the mix match of orphan’s religions, cultures, and nationalities, Halloween was something that the orphanage ended up adopting as a school wide event. The most excitement can be heard from the older kids. B and A specifically. Despite prank and scare wars being banned two years ago, due to them causing several of the younger kids creative usage of anatomy lab props, the whole orphanage knows they still happen behind the staff’s back. It’s a mostly harmless warfare on top of the usual competition between the alphabet runners. Seemingly nothing in this house can happen without a competition weaved through out it, its essence soaking into the very air of the orphanage, infecting anyone and anything that comes through the metal gates at the entrance of the old house.
October 1st
The opening of the Halloween shenanigans became as it has for the past two years, a bloody message in the common room, not actual blood this time, seems like someone wasn’t able to break into the infirmary blood storage.
“Welcome to Halloween Month Kids” it read on the paneled wall, B was made to clean the mess up, no one questioned why he didn’t argue against it. The message was made and everyone knew to look around the corners and lock their doors at night if they didn’t want to wake up with some nasty surprises. The house buzzes with plans, small and fun from the younger kids, toy spiders and gummy worms; and more grandiose from the older kids, involving not so legal activities in some cases. Roger makes a notice that once again they ask people not to break into anatomy lab because it will have consequences for everyone. Someone swears they see B grin like a maniac, but then he does that often.
October 5th
Someone did break into the blood storage and anatomy lab. The suspects are rumored to be…well it’s just B, again. He did it the past three years, so no one is surprised when his room is searched but nothing is found and he is still punished for it. B isn’t surprised either.
October 13th
This day has a special meaning in the hearts of the top two students. If you look into their room at the top floor of the orphanage you can find them sited together with a small cake with a candle in the middle. B is blowing out the candles and the smoke goes out the window into the cold morning air. There is no Happy Birthday Song or gifts, just a quiet morning with a cake and well wishes and a boy one year older. Nothing really significant happens that day, aside from students noting that B looks way more happy and talkative than usual.
October 20th
The day starts as normal as it could, too normal for being so close to Halloween. It doesn’t last long however as they file into the cafeteria for breakfast and B is quietly escorted out by Roger, a more common occurrence than one might suspect. Especially during October, some of the kids make bets on how many times B is going to end up in Roger’s office over the course of the month, somehow A always wins.
The rumors start flying almost immediately, someone says that B stole more blood, some say he actually went out and killed something for the decorations, the real reason doesn’t even matter by the end of breakfast because whatever it is has been blown way out of proportions and the rumors of what it could be seed a lot more fear than it actually could’ve been.
By 10 pm that same day that people start to calm down and realize that nothing has happened, that whatever it was that B did might’ve not even been related to any of them, it might’ve not even been related to Halloween at all. God where they wrong.
October 31st
The past week was quiet, but quiet in that calm before the storm way. Quiet in that way that makes the pit of your stomach twist with anticipation of whats to come. The day starts with a heavy rain, hammering against the old orphanage walls, there are sounds of distant thunder which echo across the sky during breakfast and small murmurs of complains inside the common room and down the halls. There is one person who is just beaming with excitement, and that is, once again unsurprisingly, B. Well at least he tries not to be as excited as he actually is. The day starts fairly peacefully with way too realistic gummy worms in food. That could even be called a treat for the kids. Who is being that one is unknown.
What is less fun is when someone releases a jar of spiders into one of the classrooms. They are simple house spiders but the sheer amount of them sends kids running. No one is punished for it, Roger pleads with the little geniuses of the orphanage to stop this today and not escalate the scares. He finds a dead rat in his office drawer an hour later. That is a surprisingly common occurrence that he just sighs and throws the dead animal away.
The rain continues flooding the streets and the mushy earth outside for the remainder of the day, creating the perfect atmosphere for scary stories inside the walls of the orphanage. Real stories of horrors of humanity mixed with legends and myths of almost every religion and culture on Earth. Beyond is, as usual, the leader of the story telling in the living room, dressed in all his black and armed with a toy knife, which he jabs at whoever should tell the next story. It goes on till the evening classes start, and then after the classes until the lights out time.
It was a peaceful Halloween, much more peaceful than usual.
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Author: @theredtint
For: @annoyingpandauniverse
Pairings/Characters: A & B
Rating/Warnings: General
Prompt: A childhood memory with A and B
Author’s notes: I have difficulty with happy or fluffy stories, but I hope that you like this <3
The rain has been hammering down on the roof and against the windows of the old orphanage for the past two days. Ground underneath has been long turned into mud and looking out from the attic window a boy with wild black hair could swear that he sees hands reaching up out of the mud to him. But the rainfall is heavy, the glass is dirty on the outside, and B’s vision, and sanity, have seen better days.
He is thirteen, “the devil’s age” as he jokes to A sometimes, who rolls his eyes in response and tells him to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, over and over and over again. His jokes are growing too repetitive for comfort. He is in second place, he is eight years older than he thought he would be, and he hasn’t felt this alive in years. This alive under the roof that seems to suck out everything that they have to ofter, between old pained walls, the floors with too many stories to tell to the children walking them every day, in a place that B swears life can’t exist. A shakes his head and returns to his books and papers as always when B brings the impossibility of this up.
But now he isn’t sitting by the books, he is dozing off quietly up in the attic with him, indulging in the little weird request, one of the few that B makes nowadays. The flash of red fur outside at the edge of the trees makes B jump a little and come tumbling down from the box that he was perched on previously. He crawls over to A and shakes him away to the choir of hushed whispers ranging from “C’mon, its going to run away” and “get your lazy ass up and look.” The onslaught of excited tugs and shakes makes A groan in response and attempt to pull B in so he doesn’t have to actually wake up. It works usually, but seeing a fox is not in the realm of usual. And with B’s obsession with the little, sometimes not so little, things it’s impossible. So A groans and pulls himself to his feet to wiggle over to the box and look outside into the rainy evening. He still gets a glimpse of it, the orange fur, way too bright for the current weather, full and puffy to keep the body warm, and the eyes looking up at the window before the animal scurries away into the protective cover of the forest. He can feel the excitement radiating off of B, at such a little thing too.
“I told you that we have foxes here.”
“I never doubted you, you know, I just said that no one else saw them around the house.”
“Same thing.” B waves his hand and presses close to the glass pane of the window in an attempt to see the fox again, but the small animal has already made it’s way into the shadows as the rain has started coming down more heavily. He doesn’t stop A from sliding back off onto an old blanket on the floor in an attempt to take another nap.
It’s another hour until A is shook awake again by B, this time to go downstairs to their room because the bed check time is in a few minutes and neither of them are too excited to get into trouble. Especially A.
The floorboards creak as they make their way to the door and then carefully down the stairs. B pretends he doesn’t feel the squishy mush under his feet instead of the hard wooden boards of the staircase, he knows it’s not there, he knows but knowing and actually feeling it are a bit different, the second always trumps the first.
A drags himself along after the smaller boy, slipping past the staff room and into the common halls. The way B moves silently across the otherwise creaky floorboards always surprised him, no one else in the house can move than quietly. Maybe L, but some of them don’t even believe that L exists.
They get into their beds ten minutes before the staff comes in to check up on them. The door opens and one of the caretakers looks in to check on them. B faints sleep, A turns on his side and squints over at the door like he was just woken up. A routine in a way. The woman wishes him goodnight and leaves, a few steps down the hall to the next door. Another routine. B climbs out of his bed and into A’s, snuggling up to him with a soft sigh.
B swears life can’t exist in these walls, they can’t exist under this roof that seen so much sorrow and grief. They can’t live between these walls that seen death and life, and love and hate. And yet they are here, breathing and alive, they are here and they will survive this.
Author: complicatedmerary
For: theredtint
Pairings/Characters: Beyond Birthday, A, and surprise character
Rating/Warnings: General (PG), B being weird, some unsanitary talk
Prompt: B and A doing cute stuff in Wammy’s and wrecking havoc
Author’s notes: Writing a younger Beyond was actually kind of fun and I hope you find this entertaining. :)
“Pst, wake up,” B shook the young boy hard enough to cause bruises on his shoulders. B had a devious plan and the only one who could help him execute it was A.
All A could think of was to pretend he was dead so B would leave him alone, but he already suspected that even if he were to die, B would never let him be.
“It is 3:00 AM, what do you want?” A groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. “This better not be one of your ‘genius’ pranks, I’m not in the mood.” Truth to be told, the first pranks were pretty good, but the moment he was held to a higher standard than B (and therefore, more responsible for B than anyone else), it just wasn’t as enjoyable. What wasn’t also enjoyable was how cruel and harmful his pranks were becoming. As far as he knew, the poor kid who was taped outside the orphanage in the harsh Winchester winter was still recovering both physically and mentally.
“Never mind the time, we have to get to work.” B hissed under his breath. Now that A was officially first in line as L’s successor, he had become such an uptight person too worried about following the rules. Sure, he still participated in his pranks, but he made him feel like a horrible person for having the audacity to have any fun. It was time to prove A wrong that he could still make humorous pranks.
“Fine, fine,” A groggily got up from the bed and grabbed his glasses. “Just be warned that you owe me one.”
B rolled his eyes. “Just get dressed, we are going outside.”
“What’s the plan, genius?” A said as he held the rope between his hands.
B didn’t speak a word as he adjusted the bucket on top of the transom. The bucket was rather small, but the contents inside made it heavier than it should be. B was careful enough not to let anything spill on him; if the green, thick liquid smelled this horrible from a certain distance, it was best not to let it imprint on his clothes.
“Pass me the rope, I got it.” A followed his order, throwing the end of the rope directly at B. He wrapped the rope tightly around the handle while A used the other end to do the same for the doorknob. Satisfied, B got off the ladder and landed beside A.
The two smiled mischievously and ran to the back of the building.
“What was in that bucket anyway?” A sipped on his glass bottled soda, unsure that he really wanted to know in the first place. When they were back in their rooms, the high from doing another prank was still in effect. Maybe it was the running or the laughter, but it felt wonderful to do anything besides worrying about exams and placements.
“If I tell you, do you promise not to freak out?” Not like A needed to promise anything to him, but since he asked, it was bound to get nasty.
A nodded, so that was B’s cue to spill it out. “Roger enjoys taking a quick breeze before our official wakeup time, so I thought, what if he gets a surprise when he opens the door? If there’s anything Roger hates more than spoiled food and children, then I should have added it in the bucket. I collected all of the rotten meat from the garbage bin, some spoiled milk, and a dozen eggs all mixed together. On top of that, I placed old dirty diapers from the youngest children in there for extra effect. His worst two fears are going to be placed on his shoulders and it might take a few showers before he gets rid of the stench.” Once B finished talking, he gulped down the rest of his soda and let out a satisfied sigh.
A listened intently until the end and had to hold his laughter to avoid waking up the children next door. If there was anyone who deserved misfortune was Roger Ruvie himself. He wasn’t a likeable person in the slightest and he was surprised that he was still taking charge. Roger was insensitive to children, he pushed too hard, he was a nagger, and he might as well be Satan’s older brother. This was bound to be B’s greatest prank of all time and there was no way he was going to top this.
“Remember when you convinced everyone that you bleached my hair and made me half bald?” A muffled his giggles on his arm.
“That was my first prank, wasn’t it?” There was tint of nostalgia in B’s voice. “Before our lives became more complicated.”
A’s smile faded, the blissful mood evaporating. “Yeah. Those were good times.”
B realized that he said too much and decided to end it as soon as possible. “Good night, A.”
“Yeah, goodnight.” A covered himself with the blankets and turned to his side, letting sleep overtake him.
Unknown to both A and B, K was listening to their conversation all along and made sure to record every single word to report it to Roger. She placed the audio recorder in her pocket and tiptoed around the floor until she could find Roger’s room. It was time to end their terror once and for all.
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“It’s hardly a ‘spiel.’ And I’m the judge of whether or not you’re ready to go free.” While L did agree that a year was likely enough, he was refusing to agree, now, simply because B had suggested it. “Perhaps five years might be necessary. Your tone seems dangerous, to me.”
