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in the bathroom is where I want you by xXangelbladesXx
Fandoms: Death Note (Anime & Manga)
20 Feb 2026
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Mello always knows just how to get under Matt's skin.
Matt thinks to make him pay for it, but the paying for it is the point, after all.
OR: Tensions flare at an arcade, and for now, a cramped stall will simply have to do.
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20 Feb 2026
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Our Lord Jesus Christ, on the night when he was betrayed, took the bread.
Mello's hands were shaking. He couldn't tell if it was adrenaline or blood loss causing it. The trigger burned on his finger as he aimed, the muzzle of his gun shaking in time with the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Footsteps rang out around him, gunshots firing synchronized with each movement.
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16 Dec 2025
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The guy has the nerve to call him, not allowing the customary wait before Mello skates back in black leather Richelieus to his table. The marble floor doesn’t squeak once under his soles. He doesn’t even care to speak English and takes the order in French. The redhead doesn’t flinch, and he has a smirk that Mello would love to rip off his lips and feed him for lunch, with a side of French fries, of course.
Mello is a very, very French waiter at Café de Flore, Paris. Pissed, with a sharp tongue, and no patience for that British redheaded tourist who’s eyeing him like he’s on the menu.
SMUT
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- Part 1 of Pardon My French
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13 Sep 2025
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He lit a cigarette, inhaled sharply, and stormed into the smoky, pulsing chaos of the nightclub. Music pounded relentlessly in his ears, drowning out the memory of Mello’s cold, dismissive voice.
“Never agreed to be exclusive, huh?” Matt muttered bitterly, exhaling smoke through gritted teeth.
Mello’s casual dismissal replayed cruelly in his mind—every word felt like a knife twisting sharply in his chest. Used. He’d been used. No better than one of Near’s toys. That's all he was to Mello—another pawn. Disposable when convenient.
He tossed back a shot of whiskey, savoring the burn that matched his simmering fury. Eyes glittering with spite, Matt scanned the crowded floor, locking gazes with the first stranger who returned his stare—a dark-haired guy with neck tattoos. Matt stalked forward, determined and reckless.
Oh yeah, he thought, swaying his hips in invitation. Two could be sluts, alright.
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“You haven’t had a haircut since Wammy’s?”
“Well, it doesn’t really grow that fast. And I go at it with some scissors every now and then.”
Mello shakes his head incredulously.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’d put your shoes on the right feet without me.”
“You know, you can be pretty insufferable.”
“Careful what you say to the guy with scissors this close to your ears.”
He punctuates his threat with a tug to Matt’s hair.
“Ah—”
Mello freezes.
That was a sound he hasn’t heard from Matt before.Matt likes getting his hair touched a little too much. Mello doesn't hate it as much as he should.
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09 Aug 2025