#Also bono logically would be a hammer

[queerbenched]

MEISTER x WEAPON

[kiranatrix]

Restitution

Written for @deathnotetober [Day 1 - Money]

Pairing: Light/L; Rating: T [light angst, kiss, innuendo]

Summary: L tries to pay Light a salary for his work on the Task Force to assuage the prickling of guilt he feels, but that’s not what Light wants.

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Light ran a thumb over the edges of the bills nestled inside a plain white envelope with his name scrawled across it. “What’s this?” It was more yen than he’d ever seen at one time. He gave L a searching look when the detective didn’t respond, but the man was doggedly avoiding his gaze while unwrapping a packaged mochi. More insistently, “Ryuzaki, what is this money for?”

“It’s Light-kun’s salary.” L shifted in his crouch but didn’t look up. The rustling of the plastic wrapper made more noise than his soft voice. “And back pay, with interest.”

“Salary? You never paid me before.” Light sat beside L on the bed they shared, giving him a dubious look. “Did Watari put you up to this?” Surely it couldn’t have been L’s idea?

“No.” L looked up sharply, eyes wide before he forced his gaze back to his laptop. “Nobody put me up to anything. Everyone else on the Task Force gets a salary so I assumed you would want to be treated fairly.” He added grudgingly, “You’ve made valuable contributions.”

“Treated fairly, huh. That’s as rich as you are.” Light lifted his wrist, the metallic links of the chain that bound them catching the blue light of L’s laptop. “I’d rather have my freedom than your money, Ryuzaki.”

L watched him from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure you would but that’s not mine to give at the moment.”

“Says the man that insisted on these handcuffs.” Light lowered his hand with a frustrated sigh and flopped back on the bed to stare up at the little glow-in-the-dark stars dotting the ceiling. If it really was L’s idea, the only reason Light could think of was that L felt a twinge of guilt over this situation and was trying to assuage it somehow. Well, I’m not going to let him. He mused, “What good is a salary going to do me if you plan to throw me in jail or execute me? Am I supposed to leave it to my family?”

L involuntarily hunched in on himself and worried his bottom lip with his thumb. “If Light-kun is not Kira, as he regularly reminds me, he has nothing to worry about.” He’d long forgotten what he was even looking at on his laptop, his mind couldn’t focus on numbers and trends tonight. It was silly (wasn’t it?) but he’d been feeling gradually more distressed about keeping Light so close without any firm evidence arising. What was worse was his increasing anxiety about not having him nearby as the case dragged on. The money had been an awkward olive branch but he saw that it wasn’t enough, wasn’t the right thing. “Perhaps it can help pay your tuition if you go back to college.”

“Hmph. This feels more like restitution than a salary.” Light got quiet when he saw L flinch very slightly. After a pause, he asked, “Is that what this is? Trying to soothe your conscience?” When L stayed silent, Light huffed and got under the covers, turning his back to the dim screen. “If so, it’s not nearly enough.” He shut his eyes and mumbled a terse ‘good night.’

L slowly shut his laptop and placed it on the nightstand before sliding under the covers as well. He stared at the back of Light’s head a while and then said softly, “How much would be enough?”

“What?” Light had been half-asleep but turned his head slightly.

“How much money would be enough? For restitution.” L’s huge dark eyes reflected the moonlight streaming in the window. He was so used to paying to make his problems (and feelings) go away that it was hard to accept that he just hadn’t hit on the right amount yet.

Light turned over to face L, surprised at how close the man was. L really had no concept of personal space even in this huge bed. “I told you, I don’t want your money. I don’t even want a salary, so you can just take that envelope right back. I’m not here as your employee.”

“Light-kun is here to clear his name and help catch Kira, out of the goodness of his heart.” L smiled wryly, unable to keep a hint of sarcasm from his tone.

“Whether or not you believe it, that’s true,” Light said indignantly. “Maybe L only takes cases for money but I’m not here for that.”

“L also takes cases that interest him. I have worked pro bono in the past on cases that I found particularly fascinating.”

Light cocked an eyebrow. “Pro bono...I bet that doesn’t happen often. Bet that’s not happening with this case.”

“No, not often.” L laughed almost silently; it was incredibly rare, Light was correct. “INTERPOL was willing to pay so I wouldn’t turn that down. But I would have taken this one for free. Kira fascinates me like no other case.” He edged a little closer. Light-kun fascinates me.

Something about the way L was looking at him made Light’s stomach twist into knots. It wasn’t the usual piercing gaze that made him feel like a bug pinned to a display board, but something softer, disarming. He’d caught the detective looking at him like that a few times but L always stopped and looked away the moment Light noticed. L wasn’t stopping this time. “You can’t pay me off to let you keep me like this. If you feel guilty, that’s because you’re wrong.” He put up his hand to stop L from getting closer but inhaled sharply when L pressed his fingertips to Light’s. Those long, thin fingers intertwined with his and, for some reason, he wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t speaking up when L was close enough to feel his breath.

“I can’t give you your freedom, not yet.” L moved their hands to his cheek, enjoying the sensation of brushing his face against his own fingers and foreign ones. Physical intimacy was not something he usually enjoyed but Light was the exception, once again, as much as he hated to admit it. “Perhaps I have felt...guilty. Isn’t that ironic?” He snorted and looked up at Light though his lashes. “I feel guilty for depriving Kira of his freedom. And for…” He paused but eventually went on very quietly, “...for not wanting to give it back. I enjoy Light-kun’s company.” And having him close to me. L felt far more guilty about that.

Light’s eyes widened in amazement. These words sounded honest but it was so hard to tell the difference between truth and tricks with L. He remembered when L had named him his ‘first friend,’ never knowing whether that was a lie. Still, it felt good to have human closeness and physical contact after 50 days in isolation and then several weeks of chained awkwardness. L was being gentle, for once, and as baffling as it was, it felt good. Even if it’s a trick. He whispered, “You should feel guilty. You’ve turned my life upside-down.”

“I know.” L settled against Light, resting his head on Light’s chest and still gripping the man’s hand. “You’ve done the same thing to me.” And I suppose there’s no restitution for either of us.

Light’s heart raced and he blushed to know that L would hear each hammering beat. What new tactic was this? What new illusion? L seemed such a creature of cold logic that this emotional side shocked him. “I would still stay here even without the chain. You don’t need it to keep me close.”

L murmured miserably, “You would stay to solve the case, in this building, out of obligation.” You would not stay with me. Or if you did it would only be to try and kill me. 

Light sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, watching the fading and false luminescence of the sticker stars. “You’re wrong.” He stroked a hand through L’s hair then tugged the man’s head up to look at him. More emphatically, “I said you’re wrong, you stubborn man.” He pulled L closer and searched his anxious face, feeling pinned between the desire to kiss him and anger that L was so clueless about what had taken hold between them. Something more than rivalry.

“Oh? That would be a rare occurrence.” L’s long fingers tentatively crept up Light’s back as he whispered an amused challenge, “Prove it.”

Light huffed in frustration and flipped them over so he was on top of L. How was he supposed to prove it? He couldn’t even prove to L he wasn’t Kira! Not in any way L would ever believe. His eyes were fixed on L’s mouth as he snarled, “Why are you such a bastard?!” 

L grinned up at Light, gratified to get such a response. “Why is Light-kun such a cowar--” L’s voice was swallowed by Light’s furious kiss and he parted his lips eagerly, grabbing at the back of Light’s shirt to yank him closer. Fingers twined in his hair as he rolled on top of Light and felt the proof of the man’s body against his. So many lies between them, but finally some truth. He pulled back, flushed and panting. “I think it may take all night to convince me.” What good was luck if you couldn’t push it?

Light smiled and pulled L’s face back down to meet his, murmuring against his lips, “Stubborn man.”

[deviantofthemind]

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝕱𝖎𝖈𝖒𝖆𝖘 2020

Inspired by @doctorroseprompts​ I’m bringing to you Sanders Sides Ficmas *.*

Snuggle up, dearies, because we are doing this! I changed some prompts that just didn’t vibe with me and here we are. I can’t believe I really managed.

Anyways, please enjoy my humble offerings 🎁 and have a wonderful December!  

I’m going to do a taglist for Ficmas ^.^ Let me know if you want in <3

Under the cut you’ll find the teasers if you’re curious <3

Dec 1: Snowed in - Logince

Logan accompanied Roman on a Dragonwitch coven stalk out. They end up trapped in an old hunting cabin by a snowstorm in the middle of the imagination with nothing to entertain them for the next 24 hours. Roman grows very interested in Logan's recent reading material.

 Dec 2: Ginger/gingerbread - Moceit

Janus comes home from a long business trip, stressed and burnt out to a nicely decorated house, the smell of gingerbread and his very lovely husband.

 Dec 3: Shopping - Prinxiety

Roman is unduly excited about christmas shopping. Virgil finds it annoying, but also unsettling, embarrassing and so very nice.

Dec 4: Holiday movies - Anxceit

Virgil is cosied up for christmas break with his boyfriend in his parents otherwise empty house. They plan on nothing but eating an ungodly amount of food, relaxing and watching mushy christmas movies. They don’t actually watch anything.

Dec 5: Ornament - Royality

A royal Christmas Wedding. (This is essentially just the newlyweds gusching about each other :)]

Dec 6: Hope - Intruality

Patton spends the night before Christmas in the hospital after his boyfriend had been in a fatal crash.

Dec 7: Cold - Roceit

Roman is waiting impatiently for the return of his most trusted advisor and diplomat to return for the Christmas festivities at Sanders Castle.

Dec 8: Ice-Skating - Dukeceit

Janus isn’t ready for going ice-skating with his NHL playing boyfriend for the first time. Not really.

Dec 9: Snowflake - Logicality

He was eternally grateful for Patton's foresight and preparation because when the time came, he just had to say one word. OR Logan announces a code snowflake and Patton delivers on it.

Dec 10: Candle - Analogical

Use me with care and never leave me alone.

(This was NOT inspired by the warning label on a candle, NO SIR.)

After Virgil finds he has the best naps in the logical Side's room and Logan has gone to desperate matters to overpower the scent left in his sheets.

Dec 11: Mistletoe - DRLAMP

The Art of kissing. [I just want to see them snog ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Dec 12: Tree - Moceit (Part 2 to Dec 2: Gingerbread)

Patton had been promised a ride and some (kinda) quiet holidays.

Dec 13: Peace - Moxiety

Patton and Virgil are planning on spending a holiday together a few months into their relationship. Patton is a mess about everything this entails.

Dec 14: Smell - Analogical (Part 2 to Dec 10: Candle)

“Because you gonna burn the house down?” - “No because I’m going to start to cry and we both don’t want that.”

Dec 15: Ring - Loceit

If you asked Logan then he would say that they were good. Comfortable, running smooth, fitting together. No need for change at all. 

Dec 16: North Pole - Creativitwins

“Had I known that penance is so easy, Roman, you need to believe me, I had done it before.” 

Dec 17: Mittens - Royality

Patton is an okay student, an okay friend and prefers not to look in the mirror too closely. Needless to say he is a bit shell shocked when Roman Sanders starts flirting with him.

Dec 18: Presents - DRLAMP

Logan is tired. It has been a long year and he is tired. He has accomplished nothing and he isn’t sure how to improve to be heard and tolerated again amongst the other Sides.

Dec 19: Christmas jumpers - Moceit (Part 3 to Dec 2: Gingerbread and Dec 12. Tree)

Janus is aware that they look like a bit of a gay clichè but he honestly couldn’t give two fucks about it when Patton is this happy.

Dec 20: Love - DRLAMP

A spell gone wrong leaves Patton de-aged. The newly five-year old is not what everyone who knows and loves adult-Patton expects. 

Dec 21: Star - Gen

Janus is an immensely successful and well known lawyer. Over the years he had taken countless pro bono cases in favour of abused or neglected children. Now he feels like it’s time to take a step back from his work and start his own family.

Dec 22: Mulled Wine - Logicality

When left to one's own devices unwillingly, with annoying urges and confusing emotions it was the most logical thing in the world to overindulge in something that could help with all three of one’s predicaments. Wasn’t it?

Dec 23: Traditions - Logince

When Roman was ending his work night he usually hurried home as fast as possible. But tonight he’s hungry and his ankle hurts too much to walk even one step further.

Dec 24: Midnight - Intrulogical

This could have gone horrible in so many ways that Remus is pretty grateful that it’s only about a pint of blood on the polished marble floor.

Dec 25: Christmas Dinner - Logicality

Since Patton lived with the Sanders Clan and their Master Vampire Logan Sanders he had never been summoned for Dinner. Until this Christmas Eve.

Dec 26: Box - Loceit

Jan almost choked on her Chai Latte when the unfairly attractive, very tall and obviously stressed woman behind the counter shouted “Ultimate Christmas Cookie Boy for Janice!?” 

Dec 27: Joy - Gen (Part 2 to Dec 21: Star)

It’s Christmas and after six months in Janus’ care his adoptive son feels safe enough to start talking. 

Dec 28: Shiver - Loceit

Logan desperately needs a few lessons in self-care. But until Janus manages to hammer this into his thick skull he takes on the care work, for better or worse.

Dec 29: Sleigh - Prinxiety

It was going to be Virgil's first official event without his parents and he had been nervous since the invitation came weeks ago. The prince had personally invited him to the Christmas Ball.

Dec 30: Countdown - Loceit

Logan had not expected it to be like this, not ever. Because had he, he maybe wouldn’t have done it. But he was glad that his evaluation had been wrong as he was laying face down on a soft blanket, more relaxed than he had ever been in his life.

Dec 31: New Beginnings - Anxceit

In Virgil's humble opinion the whole year has been a gigantic shit show and he was tired. His best friend Patton still had the audacity to bully him into applying for an apprenticeship with the fancy new tattoo shop in town.

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