Okay, so I am not giving up on my Harry Potter Fanfic, I'm just debating on what I should do for the next chapter, which is no biggie.
I was also planning on writing a one-shot sooner or later, and decided that sooner was the better option.
I am currently working on finishing the Harry Potter series, and I am doing a collaboration with Wayfinder2411 and GothVyv. The category will be Kuroshitsuji, if you're a fan… We will also try to continue with one of the Naruto fanfics, but I can't promise you anything… Please enjoy this cute little thing!
Sweet Victorie- A Death-Note One-Shot:
It was early morning; the sun wasn't even up, but two young dark-haired adults were. They were working on the Kira case, one of the adults being L, the world's greatest detective. The girl next to him was Victorie, a girl of great knowledge, though she didn't act like it. "Hey Ryuuzaki, can I have some sweets?' Victorie asked, her blue eyes round with innocence.
L looks away from the screen to the girl before sighing and handing over one of his many sweets from the cart next to him, no one could ever resist her doe like eyes. She squealed and dug into her piece of cake, eating everything but the strawberry on top. She looks at the red fruit on top of her plate, and back at L. She gently picks up the lush fruit and crawls across the couch, over the L.
Victorie dangles the piece of fruit in front of the detectives face, almost mocking him. Victorie watched as L's coal black eyes drifted from the computer screen to the fruit hanging precariously from her finger tips. She giggled as she watched his sleep deprived eyes grow large with want for the strawberry.
"Do you want it?" Victorie mocks, the strawberry swaying back and forth in her finger tips. L's eyes almost pleaded for his favorite fruit, basically the only fruit you can put in him. Victorie giggled at him, enjoying the slight torture she was putting him through.
"I'll give it to you on one condition," Victorie whispers, gaining the attention of the detective.
"And that condition would be?" L asked, finally speaking. She leaned in closer to L, as if she was going to kiss him, him instinctively followed in suit, before Victorie abruptly pulled away, and giggled, jumping off the couch, and skipping out the door. "You have to catch me first."