So there's this guy, Brynjolf recruited him because he saw that he was skilled. But he did not foresee the troubles that follows... Basically a humour story with a non-linear storyline. Warning: sexual content, malexmale

"It's the fallen angel, Kira. He is free, and he kills. And he will not stop until the whole of Celestial Realm is in ruins." Warning: Violent

A curse had existed in the Yagami family for as long as time has known. But not everyone was affected by it, and not everyone knows about it save for Soichiro. When Light was brought into the world he worried, but it's been so long, surely the curse should have dissipated by now, right? Wrong. L x Werewolf Light

Lucian led a mostly normal life, lived through what a typical student experienced and dreaded school life as well. That was when he met him, an older boy taller and paler than him, the top of his head a hairdresser's nightmare and those deep, dark eyes that he found so very familiar. (AU: Reincarnation fic, Eventual LxLight (or the alternate versions, lol)

It didn't take a genius like Light to notice that there was something off about his reflection. For one, he was sure that his eyes were not red. He did not smile like that. Light thought he might be going crazy when it starts to talk to him. (Eventual LxLight) (Also, this is a rewrite of the original)

It's the aftermath of the Kira Case, Light is recovering from the horrors of the past with L's help. While this is happening, L's past returns to haunt him, while his surviving successor continues to hunt them down. As their days of peace runs out, will they ever get back what they've lost? LXLight

It didn't take a genius like Light to notice that there was something off about his reflection. For one, he was sure that his eyes were not red. He did not smile like that. Light thought he might be going crazy when it starts to talk to him. (Eventual LxLight)

"Has Light-kun ever told the truth in his life?" Light stared at the detective silently, the rain drenching them both, dripping onto the ground in puddles. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. He wanted to tell the truth, at least to L. But he can't, he wasn't able to for the last eighteen years. And it might continue to be so, for the rest of his life.

So this is it, the end. The end of the wicked game that we have fought for so long. Throughout that, I sensed an affection for you, as I have sensed your affections for me. This game does not allow that. It's either I who dies first, or you who will die. So here I am, standing before your grave, paying you a final visit. Despite all, you are just one of many. No more.