#roillsh

[krisget-thebanana]

Made several different batches of... these?? (What do you even call these things) a while ago. Here are some of my favourites

#i’ve also posted these on tiktok so if you’ve seen them before that’s why #death note #light yagami #matt #mail jeevas #watari #quillsh wammy #touta matsuda #kiyomi takada #near #nate river #mello #mihael keehl #jack neylon #kal snyder #shuichi aizawa #hideki ide #l #l lawliet #lawlight #roger ruvie #roillsh #beyond birthday #death note another note #labb murder cases #misa amane #lawlightmane #david hoope #teru mikami #WOW that’s a lot of tags

[fuckyeahwatari]

Roger Ruvie X Quillsh Wammy university professor academic rivals to lovers AU

#roillsh #not actually my idea lol

[13eyond13]

I know you’ve answered a question like this before but: you have any other Roillsh headcanons?

Hey hello! It's a good question and a good ship, but unfortunately I think I've probably shared most of my Roger x Watari thoughts already in previous posts, sorry... I can't really think of anything new. I would love to hear yours if you have some, though!

#the best one i have is that watari calls roger 'my little rhubarb pie' sometimes in private and roger is like 😳 #hahahah #ask #fabledgalaxies #p

[fabledgalaxies]

babygirl if I could write romance I would be pampering you freaks with Roillsh.

#might actually be worth a shot

[war-criminal-watari]

Just saw someone who is not me actually talk about Roillsh. I feel like an influencer

[secretshinigami]

Title: In His Service

Author: @weusedtotalktilmidnight

For: @invcnio-patcr

Pairings/Characters: L, Watari, Roger, Roillsh (Roger Ruvie x Quillsh Wammy)

Rating/Warnings: Mostly G, like one sentence towards the end of T

Author’s Note: Editing credit to @kiranatrix because otherwise this piece would be in unenviable shape.

“How do you and Roger know each other anyhow?” L was trashing emails from INTERPOL without opening them as Watari watched.

L took a small, delicate sip of his TWG Earl Grey, and calmly continued in his monotone, “He’s never deserved your loyalty. But then, neither have I.” Today was a rare day of personal questions and a not so rare day of self doubts though those were seldom vocalized, “Young sir,” Watari took his hat off to underscore his deliberate choice of words, “Regardless of titles, I have only ever been in the service of royalty.”

He paused before giving an answer. He’d been L’s caretaker since he’d adopted him at 6 years old, and L had maybe asked a personal question once every few years. He supposed L was old enough to handle the information, “We met in a government program in our youth. He was there as a researcher and I was there as an operative.”

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I was around 30 at the time, and tasked to brainstorm with another agent about the logistics of a lab break in the US. I remembered the first time I saw Roger, his pronounced hook nose had been buried deep in some dusty tome. He’d glanced  up to glower intensely at me when I sat down, but it wasn’t as if I had sat down uninvited. I’d been forced to tap Roger on the wrist when he wouldn’t look up again after the glare ended, “You are Roger Ruvie, if I am not mistaken?” The hawkish man gave a dissatisfied huff,  sitting up in his fine tweed jacket tailored to his thin form, and continued with his earlier glare.  “And you’re Wammy, Quillish. Code name Watari. 30 years and half that in experience. I’ve finished my side of this assignment and already sent in my results, so you should check your inbox at the headquarters. All the details are there regarding what you should avoid upon entry into the facilities, as well as how you might extract the chemical agent without coming to very much harm.” “Very much, eh? Our superiors have asked I discuss this chemical weapons lab with you directly. Not that I merely read your exhaustive missive.” “Alright.” Roger heaved haughtily, then spoke to me like a child. “The coordinates are for an underground lab in Rochester, New York. Yes, the chemical agent you’re procuring is known to have deleterious effects on the central nervous system, in a manner that maims but does not kill its victims. In the mood to shoot some things? Well, don’t. The whole lab may contaminated by placei has storage of the compound if you do. Honestly what more is there to say? You will be fine as long as you carefully observe all my advice and heed my warnings. There. We’ve fully discussed this matter now, and my advice is still to read my research very carefully should you wish to avoid harm.” “Yes, you are making it very clear you believe I am incapable of reading comprehension.” “Godspeed. May you be successful on England’s behalf. Should you fail it will jeopardize my own career.” “Long live the Queen.” I was amused because Roger looked practically ready to spit in my face when all I’d done was sit down and ask basic questions. It was time to needle him. “You aren’t a bloke that fancies company much?” Needle met steel. “What I fancy, Mr. Wammy, is the respect due to my profession… which should inform your own but need not interact a position such as yours, sniper.” I laughed tastefully and took my heavy wool coat off to drape it across the back of the chair, indicating I intended to stay awhile longer. “I’m a chemist as well as a marksman, you know. Quite a few of us in the Royal Service have an intellect that matches our physicality . It was a bit more selective than university.” Roger reddened at my cool one-upsmanship. I noticed the beads of sweat forming on Roger’s brow, and that his hands were slightly shaking on the table beside his book. He really wasn’t one for confrontation was he? An uncouth glee came over me and I continued my verbal assault, “You’re on temporary contract to the crown. That makes me your boss.” I realized Roger answered to me within this hierarchy and not the other way around. “What is your point? Are we done here?” “No.” I laughed, “We will discuss this over a drink in front of my hearth later since you can’t relax enough to stop repeating yourself like a broken record. Roger Ruvie, you will report to my quarters at 19:00 or I will have to throw out your research and send for another scientist.” Roger looked like he was weighing an option between being set on fire or drowning. Finally he replied, “Fine. I will make sure this is the last assignment I ever have with you, but you will not waste 4 months of my work because I offended your ridiculous need for attention.” When Roger left the table abruptly, he left the book behind. I picked up the English translation of Dante’s Inferno and went to check it out myself. I bet this man was a romantic. It turned out that Roger had no tolerance for alcohol. And I had no tolerance for more words. Instead of a meeting of minds, we snogged in my study, the tension releasing from both of us and Roger sighing into my neck, cutely enraged. No, I won’t tell L that part. Instead I simplified all those crazy death defying years, and stated that Roger and I met in the service of the Queen. Then remained on in the service of one another.

#fanfiction #submission #l lawliet #quillish wammy #Roger Ruvie #roillsh #rogerxwammy #Super Star Sayu 2k18

[roillsh]

The day L died, Roger didn’t cry because of a detective – he let out a gasp of horror as he checked the phone that Quillsh had given him, meant to notify Roger should L (and Quillsh himself) die. But as long as the timer run down, as the numbers didn’t all reach zero, there was still hope, and the very first night, when the numbers read 29 days and some irrelevant numbers, for the first time, Roger prayed – he prayed that it was just a false alarm, or a bad dream, that Quillsh would come back, smiling like he always did after a successful case, that it would be a test or a faulty device – anything but the death of the man he had loved.

Roger kept checking the phone, waiting for the numbers to disappear or Quillsh to call, waiting for the countdown to suddenly stop and a text confirming that the founder of the Wammy’s house was alive replace it, he even glanced out of the windows to see familiar figures of the elder and the detective standing behind the gate, or perhaps walking closer, or maybe the black car stopping in front of the house – but whenever he did, Roger was met with dread. The numbers kept ticking, no call came, and no figure of the elderly inventor with snow white hair accompanied by the crouching detective came, except in Roger’s dreams – and what dreams they were. The most vivid one, the one Roger dreaded the most, was the one where he was in a church, standing in front of two coffins, one of the black as ebony, full of white flowers that looked like freshly fallen snow, Quillsh resting on them, as if he was asleep, eyes closed and face calm. Roger always woke up, tears in his eyes, hands trembling and desperate plea to whatever god existed – that when he’d look at the phone, the numbers would stop changing, that there would be a call from Quillsh, or perhaps even Quillsh would be next to him, asleep, but breathing and alive, his arms around Roger.

But Quillsh was never there, and the numbers never stopped.

10 days passed, and one of Roger’s plants died. As always, in the evening, after the dinner, Roger carried it into the small forest behind the orphanage and buried it, holding a small, private ritual. Usually he shed a few tears, or just felt a slight heartache when one of his plants died – but this time, for the first time he remembered since his childhood, Roger wept, kneeling next to the small, freshly dug grave – he wept for Quillsh, for L, because he knew that they won’t come back, that it was hopeless, that Quillsh was never going to accept the sapphire ring in his pocket that Roger had wanted to propose with – that it was all for nothing. But still, he refused to accept this, because there was still a chance that they would be alive, that it was nothing but false alarm, right?

Roger clung to that hope, like a human that is about to die from falling clings to a rope, even if the said rope is about to give up, even if there is just one single thread holding it together.

And when 20 days passed, Roger still waited for Quillsh, still waited to kiss these lips that tasted like metal, salt and Earl Grey, still longed for these warm, comforting hands around him, still looked forward to the nights they were going to spend sitting in front of the fireplace, after the children had gone to sleep, Roger’s head resting on Quillsh’s chest or shoulder, still wrote letters… but he never sent them. The letters full of love and longing stayed in his bottom drawer, locked into a separate box, never sent out. And Roger waited, glanced out of the windows and kept watch on the numbers mercilessly going down.

And on the evening of 29th day, as he was about to go to bed, in a fit of rage and hopelessness, Roger threw the phone to the other side of the room and wept for hours, as the realization hit him like a fist – Quillsh was never going to hold him again, he was never going to wake up Quillsh from nightmares anymore, he was never going to play the piano for Quillsh again, he was never going to taste the lips that were like metal and salt, reminding of machines and sea, he was never going to rest his head on Quillsh and feel completely at home again, and there was nothing, nothing he could do about it.

And on the 30th day, when the numbers hit zero, Roger felt a part of himself die with Quillsh.

#fanfiction #written by me #Sorry #not sorry #suffer with me #Roillsh

[everricvlvm]

( should I write a Roillsh drabble or continue my Roillsh fanfic: vote now on your phones )

#ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ⒽⒺⓁⓁ (ooc) #A̷ʟ̷ʟ̷ ̷W̷ᴇ̷ ̷A̷ʀ̷ᴇ̷ ̷I̷s̷ ⒷⓊⓁⓁⒺⓉⓈ(Roillsh)

[eyecicles]

roger ruvie :3c

Sexuality Headcanon: gayGender Headcanon: cis maleA ship I have with said character: I mean, pretty much the only option is Watari and I do like Roillsh A BROTP I have with said character: B, WatariA NOTP I have with said character: oh god, I don’t even want to think about thisA random headcanon: he likes ABBAGeneral Opinion over said character: I think he’s unintentionally (?) a pretty funny character. I mean, he’s the manager of Wammy’s while disliking children, basically just lets Mello run off (although it’s unclear if/how he tried to bring him back) & it looks like he lets Mello do whatever he wants in general, and pretty much the only things he seems to like are Watari and insect books. just a grumpy, old British man who wants to study his bugs in peace

#ask meme #roger #catfishmaster

[lplusraito]

Roger x Wammy shipname is Roillsh because Roger x Quillsh

Roillsh Wavie 🏳️‍🌈

[llawlietofficial]

Roillsh > Lawlight sry

I’m not gonna lie I sat here for a full minute or two going...”roilish...??? what ?? is that ??” before realizing it’s Roger and Quillish ( I THINK ?? )

Anyway, to each there own but if you want to see Roilish boom as a ship more you gotta create more !! make roilish shitposts !! draw roilish art !! write roilish fanfiction !! I sure won’t stop you ! (in fact, if you send it my way i’ll promote it.) 

#Anonymous

[krisget-thebanana]

#this is my way of coping with mello not winning the last poll okay leave me alone #poll #death note #death note poll #watari #quillsh wammy #roger ruvie #roillsh #that’s their ship name right

[fuckyeahwatari]

Honestly the greatest thing about Roillsh is that Roger apparently doesn't like children and Quillsh just keeps on dragging the most awful brats into their home lol

fuck yeah

#Anonymous

[13eyond13]

8 for Roillsh

Ooh, nice rare pairNicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Watari’s nicknames for Roger:

When they were young men in university together, they were on the same rowing team (Roger wasn’t actually into sports, but he joined the team because he had a big crush on Watari). Watari called Roger “Starboard” for nearly two years straight instead of his actual name because of where he sat in the boat. Roger just loathed it.

“My Sweet Little Rhubarb Pie” (when he’s feeling especially amorous and playful, because “Ruvie” lolol. It makes Roger incredibly flustered, and it’s only happened like, 3 times total in their forty years together, and very much in private!)

Roger’s nicknames for Watari:

Roger finds it very hard to be verbally affectionate at all. Still, he refuses to call Watari by his alias, ever. He only ever addresses him by his first name “Quillsh,” and refers to him as “Mr. Wammy” whenever talking to the students about him. 

Roger addressed Watari as “My Dearest Quillsh” in the letters they wrote during their several years apart after university. He agonized over this decision a lot, thinking it might reveal too much of his amorous feelings, and scratched the greeting out on three different letters before finally deciding to just send it. Quillsh signed off his return letter “Yours Most Fondly,” and Roger’s cheeks flamed when he read it (and re-read it).

About twenty years into their partnership, Roger finally musters the courage to call Watari “My Love” from time to time when they are running errands together on Watari’s rare visits to Winchester. It makes Watari’s eyes crinkle with happiness every time to hear it.

#thanks for the ask! #ask #anon #roillsh #watari #roger #wammy's house #headcanon #myhc #p

[fabledgalaxies]

Sorry for the um. Roillsh stuff im writing a little thing about L and Astro so you guys can get a feel on how they interact.

[deathnotetruths]

Roillsh(Roger x Watari) is canon and we all know it

Truth.

#roger ruvie #watari #quillsh wammy #roger x watari #Anonymous #Ask