#and sorry i didn't take into account all your recs it's impossible

[legallybrunettedotcom]

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[hebescus]

dunno if you still still take fic requests but if you do, pls write a fic with light and L having an intense contest over wordle. love your work and your blog btw :))

Hi!! Nope I don't really open fic recs but I'll do them if I can, and this one looks fun to do. Sorry it takes a while! Idk if this 100% fits the prompt but I tried 😅

AU where everything is fine, the year is 2022 (I imagine them being middle aged during this time..with their canon ages, but honestly it's up to you, I don't specify), the two lives together with a cat, and L has a secret social media account. Doesn't not stop them from being competitive as ever. I put this in my short fic collection on AO3.

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Mornings had been fine. Light wakes up quite early, takes a shower and dresses up, has his breakfast and coffee in the kitchen with a furry ball of a scrunkly black cat that resembles another occupant of the house rubbing his body on Light's legs, then he's ready for work. Of course he's not alone, he has a human sized scrunkly black haired creature perching on the opposite side of the bed and counter in each of those mornings. It's Light's favorite time of the day and he knows it's L's too. Two morning people basking in each other's presence, their plates illuminated by the golden sun from the window, a peaceful wispy air to prepare themself for whatever day that might come…

Yeah, all peaceful and shit before L discovered Wordle — "Light-kun, Mello and Matt are currently fussing about this Wordle thing on Twitter. I wonder what that is." — and thought it was a good idea for them to try it. And make it a competition. Because of course they do. They're Light and L, but like—

"What do you start with?" Light tends to be more curious on L's starter than the other way around. They're not the 'ADIEU' or 'IRATE' users, duh, that's for losers and cowards, they're better than that. Usually they just use a convenient word that pops in their enormous brains, sometimes things from the surrounding at the moment. But the other day, the little shit won first try with the word 'MOIST' resulting in a very heated silent treatment — over the years, the sulking habit got a little bit infectious — from Light for the rest of the day.

Oh and that one time Light wrote his own name and resulted in the same accomplishment. His partner cursed him as "narcissistic asshole" (hypocrite) and talked shit about him to the cat with a cooing baby voice everytime Light was within earshot.

Luckily, their competition only consists of who is faster so far. It would be embarrassing, a shameful mistake, a cruel stab of pride for them out of all people to lose even one Wordle strike. What do you mean New York Times is better, smarter than them? No way.

"Scone."

"Oh really?" Light rolled his eyes.

"You?"

"Cases."

"Boring."

"Shut up. What does it matter anyway?"

Light squints at the yellow 'E', and carefully ponders before he writes down a new word. Still a yellow 'E', but at least there's another yellow 'R'. He can feel the piercing glance of L's as his lips pulled into a tiny smile. He hasn't got it yet.

He got an 'E' for his first guess but I don't know if it's green. He still has the chances of guessing the letter 'O' and 'N' which I didn't have earlier but it seems like he doesn't get anything yet in the second row. Should I try using the letters he used? No, knowing him he would probably get at least something but I can't quite see it in his face. I have one vowel left to use, too. I should be careful. But the letter 'N' is not impossible….no. Let's try this first. He typed in a word.

Fuck. Nothing.

For the first time since the day they started playing the game, Light feels stupid. Well- not stupid, Light Yagami is never stupid. There's just a fear of defeat as his gaze ghost on the determined expression of L's. Think fast, Yagami. You can't lose against L and this stupid game. Even though L looks ten times more attractive when with deep focus on his face, thumb toying with his lip— fuck. Okay. No. Stop!

By the time they type in the first letter of the fourth row, the coffee is almost gone cold at this point, and the cat is only a few steps away from snatching the half eaten scones in L's plate. His partner's eyebrows — or the place where there should be eyebrows — furrowed, and Light himself is mumbling as he cards through his inner dictionary.

"How's it going, Light-kun?"

"Good."

"Are you?"

"Are you?"

Light's head tilts up when he gets a green 'V'. A word snapped into his head all of the sudden. He waits until L writes down his own word, hiding a grin when he sees that familiar sulky look accompanied by a flash of shock. That's it.

'NERVE'

This is it, for the first time L lost, and Light wins- Light's grin falls the moment the letters reveal themselves—

'VERVE'

"What…"

Heat spread across his cheeks as he read the answer. Deep breath, yagami, deep breath. It's just a Wordle, it's just a silly online game it's not a big deal, right? L—

That little shit.

"Ah. I thought about answering this one but also thought it didn't make sense…"

"It doesn't! There's two 'V's and two 'E's what is wrong with them?" Light bursts at last. Okay, well, at least they both lose their strike.

"I know right, that's unexpected."

"Yeah!"

"This is embarrassing."

"Should've been you who bought it instead of the New York Times. I fucking hate them," Light huffs, frowning as he circles the counter and cleans his dirty dishes on the sink.

"You didn't propose the idea earlier, now I want to see what I can do."

"I was kidding, god's sake."

"I know. Next time, you're hacking them."

"You know what I'm fucking tempted."

"Light-kun's been cursing like a hundred times and it's only seven in the morning."

"I'm pissed," Light says, wiping his hand on a napkin. "And I'm going to be late."

"Leaving now?"

"Yeah, I'll be having a bad day." Light moves away from the kitchen, still wearing a sour look as he fetches a bag from the living room.

"Goodbye," L says, mouth full of the unfinished scone that managed to survive from prying paws. Light enters the kitchen once more and plants a quick kiss on the other's messy hair, his face tickled by the strands. "Hope your coworkers don't know that their Yagami is losing on Wordle."

"I hope the world knows their greatest detective is losing on it too!" It's the last thing he says before the door is slammed shut.

Mornings…are not always fine.