Aizawa Shuichi

[📝 - ongoing | 📄 - completed | ⚠️ - hiatus ]

📂 — L / or & OCs

└📄 D for Detective [ L/OC, OC-centric, character-driven, canon divergence, first person, present tense ] ( 200,244 words, 31 chapters )#d for detective #d for detective fanart

SUMMARY: “I don't want this to end, L...” [...] I knew from the beginning that this day would come. I have lived our acquaintance with a clock hanging over my head, but since it was out of sight, it was also out of mind. It made its presence felt, like a kind of guillotine on the verge of making its final blow, in moments of utter lack of contact, but it returned to being blurry when I was reunited with him. Not anymore. Its cold, sharp blade pokes at my skin, and I know I could ask the Executioner to give me more time, I would be able to convince him, but he would have to put his head between mine and the blade and... It's not worth it. I cannot condemn him for what, in its essence, is just a childhood dream of mine. I should stop being guided by it, because it has already led me to the gallows. I cannot allow it to do any more harm. — Chapter 9: "Kantsubaki Nerikiri" ⸻ While FBI agent Jessica Parker had by now resigned herself to the idea that her plan would proceed as planned, D. D. waited impatiently for that phone call that would pull her out from her grave for one last desperate honeymoon in the company of her favourite stranger.

└⚠️ Mazzaroth - The Only Thing I Have Left Of You [ L & OCs, Wammy's House, OC-centric, first person, past tense, half diary format, long fic ] #mazzaroth

SUMMARY: PART ONE OF THREE: YEARS 1988 - 1991 L said that if he were to encounter lying monsters, he would likely be eaten by them, and I suppose I was starving when I first met him. MAZZAROTH SERIES: You realise the impact of something's presence in your life only when it's gone. As you relive those memories that you can't change, you find yourself at a crossroad: either leave them in the past or use them as a fuel to destroy the cause of why things ended up in some way.

📂 — x READER

└📄 I'll hold on to this feeling until the grass stains on those old shoes are completely gone. [ Near x GN!Reader, Near is L ] ( 30,239 words, 4 chapters )

SUMMARY: You decide to confess your feelings to Near.

└📄 It was like looking in a mirror, but the reflection staring back wasn't his. [ L & GN!Reader, To-Oh University, Reader is an ostracised/foreign student ] ( 5,356 words, 1 chapter )

SUMMARY: L notices you.

📂 — GEN FIC

└📄 Watari's last assignment [ AU in which Rem kills only L ] ( 1,986 words, 1 chapter )

SUMMARY: "Apparently, there are things your brilliant mind cannot protect you from, Mister Yagami."

└📄 Turned Towards The Tower [ connection between A's sucide and Anime!L's last moments ] ( 1,619 words, 1 chapter )

SUMMARY: "It's been ringing incessantly all day. I find it… Very distracting. I can't stop thinking about it. I wonder if it's a church – maybe a wedding, or perhaps a—"

└📄 always one foot in, one foot out – what would it take you to close the door and come inside? [ holiday fic, implied matsulawzawa, just L's presence being celebrated really, canon divergence to make it possible ] ( 5,194 words, 1 chapter )

SUMMARY: L was not afraid of death. It was a natural aspect for any living being and, in a job like his, it was also something he implicitly sought desperately, since going against the most dangerous criminals in history could only lead to one desire on their part: to take him down. He had spent so many years in that position, hovering between victory and death, that he could hardly be alarmed if the scales tipped against him – especially in a case like that, where Kira could kill him without even touching him, always lurking to strike when he least expected it. He even got used to the fact that no one would remember him, apart from Watari and Roger, because his position would be filled without anyone noticing. Therefore, he lived with one foot out the door and one foot in the lives of everyone he made the acquaintance of, because it was natural for him to think that he, as a human being, was not worth as much as the figure he represented. However, having got used to it did not mean he had accepted it and, no matter how much he lied that this was the case, that 25th December 2004 had made it more than clear what the truth was: he did not want to be a stranger.

└📄 Epistulae ( 3,046 words, 2 chapters )