.... He didn't feel the need to say anything. B sighed and leaned slightly backwards, holding L's letter tight in his hand. He knew perfectly again that the reason why he hadn't left Wammy's so far was not the world's greatest detective, but the boy, well almost man, who shared cards with him on those silent, velvety Christmas nights. xposted at dn_contest and deathnote_fics
...thoughts you would expect from yourself. You wonder if maybe you got the flu too. As outside it starts to snow and Matt dreams of fire which doesn't burn you slowly fall asleep on the chair, your hand near Matt's on the blanket and your body temperature slightly higher as your breath almost mechanically sets its rhythm over Matt's. xposted at deathnote_fics and dn_contest
... shouldn't expect anything more, for now it is enough to feel this warmth spreading inside of her. Matt looks at two birds flying in the sky outside and then lowers his gaze on Linda's hair, hugging her a little bit tighter. In that little room, with her at his side, he feels like he can actually breath and let his heart rest. xposted at deathnote_fics and matt_x_linda
... press the blond in closer to her, intoxicating, unreal, two shades away from everything she never knew she wanted. “Happy birthday,” she concurs, and the words fade to white. One more death, to remind her she's alive. Halle wonders what the end of the world will be like, if this is the prelude. And maybe it doesn't even matter. x-posted: mellomatt + deathnote_fics
... ties which can't be broken. The red-head felt his heart skipping a bit as Mello hugged him. As Mello felt Matt's arms encircling him he knew he had finally learnt, it had took him so many years, but finally he had learnt that simply there are things which don't get lost, things which you can distance or abandon no matter what. xposted at mellomatt and deathnote_fics
Title : On the last day of October Author : ca_te Characters : L,Mello Rating : PG Notes : Written for dn_contest the prompt was "L's birthday" Disclaimer : I do not own Death Note or its characters L had never thought of normal things like a birthday as something important. at ca_teonatrain , xposted at deathnote_fics and dn_contest
... his seventeenth birthday L ate the chocolate Mello had made, and pulled down his sugar cubes towers. Just for once he allowed himself to think that he was loved and that it wasn't weird to be happy for that. That there was nothing wrong in him becoming a system interconnected with others on that silent last day of October. xposted at dn_contest , lmello , deathnote_fics
... plastic toys. There are nights Gevanni remains with him, but Near knows that what he continues to seek in those warm, big hands touching him, are Mello's long and elegant fingers. And Near wishes he could stop to follow but the Mello he has in his memories, the angry Mello, the beautiful Mello, remains there, and he can't help but wanting to reach him. xposted at deathnote_fics
Title : His soft echo Author : ca_te Genre : Angst Warnings : Spoilers Rating : G Notes : Written for the dn_contest community, the theme was "hallunication" Disclaimer : I do not own Death Note or its characters A lonely sound in an empty room at ca_teonatrain , xposted at deathnote_fics and dn_contest . Sorry for that ^^
... then his grey, round eyes and finally Mello's hope. And all that Mello can do is remain there, hot tears forcing their way down his cheeks as he curses himself for not accepting that L has been taken away. As he curses his intelligence because it allows him to believe in God but not in that trembling, familiar image. xposted at dn_contest , deathnote_fics , lmello
