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Hello all. I was looking through my old computer and discovered the first version of my Canadian university AU, which I wrote all the way back when I was un university. I've kind of been using it as a h/c AU but there is an actual story that goes with it.

ANYWAY if you have any interest in reading the original version, here it is. Clearly I've changed quite a bit about it, most significantly Light's pronouns and the location. I did not actually change Light's gender -- Light was always intended to be bigender.

CW for suicide & self-harm.

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For reasons both good and bad, it has been taking me absolutely forever to finish editing Stay, but I've made some tertiary material which I'll go ahead and post here.

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I'm really excited to have Chapter Three of Stay up! To me this is sort of the real start of the story.
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SO a couple people in the Death Note fandom have made Dreamwidth accounts recently and/or already had them, which is incredibly exciting, but it’s not super easy to find each other. We should make a community at some point, but in lieu of that I’m encouraging anyone who wants to to reply with their username so we can all follow each other and so on.

A nineteen-year-old L wakes from a horrible dream and calls Beyond for a little reassurance. Beyond provides a flavour of comfort that belongs just to the two of them.

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Maybe sometimes L can be just as fucked up about Beyond as Beyond is about him.

I'm flagging that this contains some graphic metaphorical imagery, primarily centred around insects/infestation, and some past graphic violence.

Anyway! Here's a story about L and B being mutually fucked up about each other, because teamwork makes the dream work.




What L is doing is wrong, and he knows this, although on paper it all checks out. He’s only a year older than Backup — nineteen to his eighteen, a difference which hardly matters — and he isn’t in charge, not really.

He has, yes, a certain authority. Backup looks to him for instructions about how he’s meant to be. That’s instructions not as in orders but as in the steps in an Ikea manual, about how all the pieces slot together. But L never asked for this. And really it’s Watari pulling the strings, when all is said and done. Watari has the money and the orphanage and he tells Backup when to go to sleep while L whittles away his time in a series of eerily formulaic hotel rooms, solving his mysteries, eating mochi and cake.

So he reasons it’s fine. Or else it’s close enough to fine that it doesn’t matter. Or else he doesn’t care, actually, at all, because if he can’t do this then he’ll have to unstitch his seams and crawl straight out of his body, skinned and dripping, all the nerve endings breathing in the air, because that’s how it all feels anyway, a hurt that runs through him and in him and which simply cannot be survived.

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