#because i think i got lawlight lined up for tomorrow's

[lumiolivier]

Tell Me I'm Pretty

Day 20 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Crossdressing

Word Count: 1508

It shouldn't have gotten to him, but L was tired of the snide comments people made about him. And he needed a change.

L wasn’t much.  He knew that aside from his intelligence, he wasn’t much.  He knew he looked like something that crawled out of a gutter or haunted children’s nightmares.  It was something Mello had told him regularly while they were at Wammy’s together.  But it never got to him.  It wasn’t something he fixated on.  Until one day, a true Adonis walked into his life.  An absolute beauty that did things to him no one could ever do before.  And that’s when he started to realize it.

L and Light would go out on dates and L could hear the whispers at the next table over.  Who the homeless guy was with Light, how did someone like L get into one of the nicest places in Tokyo, which swamp did he claw his way out of.  He heard them.  All of them.  And more often than not, he wrote them off.  But they hit.  And they hit hard.  And telling himself they were only threatened by his intelligence only worked for so long.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he needed help.  Not Watari.  He wouldn’t understand.  He would tell him that his vanity wasn’t important or some empty platitudes of how he was fine just the way he was.  Everything that would sound helpful to an outsider looking in, but never to the person it’s said to.  So, he did something that he knew would be like throwing gasoline on a dumpster fire.  But he was already a dumpster fire, so it felt fitting.

The day had come to an end at task force headquarters.  Light had managed to cut out early to go to his night classes.  And it was quiet in the main room.  With the exception of L at the monitors.  And Misa on the couch in her pajamas with a magazine in her lap.  That she just happened to be on the cover of.  She wore a bright red dress and looked like her eyes could kill.  Misa had a confidence that L secretly envied.  And he knew that what would happen next would only breed disaster, but his scientific curiosity persevered more than his apprehension.

“Misa,” L broke the still silence in the room, “Can I ask you a trivial question?”

“A trivial question?” Misa perked up, “Really?  That’s a little out of your wheelhouse, don’t you think, Ryuzaki?”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Of course,” Misa allowed, putting her magazine down, “What’s on your mind?”

“Would you call me attractive?” L wondered.

Misa froze, not sure where L was going with this.  It was something so out of left field that it truly stunned her, “Um…Ryuzaki, are you ok, sweetie?  Do you need to talk?”

“I want your honest opinion,” L insisted, “There are no tricks.  Merely a yes or no question.  Even you can handle those.”

“Even me?” Misa scoffed, “Wow.  I feel loved.”

“So?” L ignored her pathetic attempts at pouting and appealing to his kindness, “Would you?”

“Well,” Misa looked him over, “Yeah.  I guess.”

“Enough to have Light?”

“That actually threw me for a loop,” Misa admitted, “I had a feeling Light wasn’t just into girls, but I didn’t think you were going to be his type.  What’s the matter?  What’s bringing this on?”

“On our last date,” L sighed out, “Someone was talking about how I was Light’s charity case.  And it kind of got under my skin a little.”

“Really?” Misa gasped, “You?  Since when do you give a shit about 1.) what you look like and 2.) what other people say?”

“I don’t know,” L hated himself for it.  He knew he shouldn’t let it bother him.  He knew he would never see those people again and that their opinion didn’t matter.  The only one that did was Light’s.  But that didn’t make it sting any less, “But it just…I don’t know.  It’s not like me not to know.”

“I have an idea,” Misa bit the inside of her cheek, “But you have to trust me.  Ok?”

L could feel it in the pit of his stomach.  This couldn’t possibly go well.  But he was desperate, “Ok.  What did you have in mind?”

“Come with me,” Misa took his hand, “Do you know what time Light gets out of class?”

“Nine o’clock,” L remembered.

“We have time,” Misa smiled, “Come on.”

And so, Misa got to work.  She knew what she needed to do.  Did L?  No.  Of course not.  If he knew, he wouldn’t have been going to Misa in the first place.  But Misa would have some semblance of a vision.  Something that would get Light’s attention.  Something that would make people shut up.  Something that would bring L back to life again.  Anything to pull him out of the spiral that consumed his thoughts for the last few days.

When Light got out of class, he went right back to the tower.  After scanning himself in, he took a quick look around the war room.  And to his surprise, it was empty.  I’m pretty sure I left him right here.  He was watching the monitors.  I know damn well he didn’t do something silly like go to bed.  Light laughed to himself, the memory of many nights where he had to carry L on his shoulder like a baby to get him to bed warming his heart like nothing else.  So, Light checked over the cameras, hoping he could find L.  Nothing.  Where the hell did you go?

Light wrote it off as a glitch in the security system and went upstairs.  His lecture was nearly lulling him to sleep.  Between classes and the investigation, he was wrecked.  But there was a little twist.  He walked in to the softest, sweetest little angel on his bed.  And he wasn’t sure what to think about it, but he also wasn’t complaining.

“Welcome home, Light,” L smiled, the skirt of his bright, white dress billowing out under him.  Or, more accurately, Misa’s dress.  It’s not like L had it hiding in the back of his closet.  But there was a certain purity about him.  And something about it scratched an itch in Light’s head that he didn’t know existed.

Still, blissfully unaware of L’s motives and a touch paranoid, Light wrote it off, “Let me guess.  Misa got bored and got a hold of you, didn’t she?”

“Not entirely,” L confessed, pulling Light onto the bed, “I did ask nicely.”

“You did what?” Light looked at him strangely, his heartbeat shooting up.

“You heard me,” L got comfortable in Light’s lap already feeling him against the skirt, “Light, tell me I’m pretty.”

“What’s this all about?” Light started to worry, “This isn’t you.”

“What?” L felt his heart drop into his stomach, “You don’t like it…?”

“It’s not you,” Light cradled L’s cheek in the palm of his hand, “I know you, L.  You don’t ever have to impress me.  You already have a million times over.  So, forgive me if I’m a little concerned.”

“I let voices in my head take over,” L cuddled into him, “And worse yet, I let Misa take advantage of them.  I learned the hard way tonight that I am not meant for corsets.  How Misa deals with them is absolutely astonishing.”

“L,” Light snuck in a little kiss, “I’m flattered you wanted to do something like this for me, but you never have to.  Don’t forget that.  Ok?”

L managed to muster up a smile, his head comfortably snuggled into Light’s shoulder, “Thank you, Light.  You know, I’ve been rattling around all these different ideas that have been gnawing away at me for the last couple days.  But I think you just said all I needed to hear.”

“And for the record,” Light picked L’s chin up, getting a much deeper kiss out of him, “I think you are very pretty.  And the dress was a nice touch.”

“Thank you,” L shivered as Light’s wrist pushed the skirt of his dress up his thigh, “And…What are we going to do about it?”

“You’re not just pretty, L,” Light whispered in his ear, finding the lacy panties Misa gave him, “You’re the smartest person I know.  You figure it out.”

“I think,” L pulled the panties down and threw them to the floor.  Only to straddle Light’s thighs, “I’m turning you on.”

“Really?” Light held L steady with one arm and undid the button on his pants with the free hand, “And what gave that away?”

L buried his face in Light’s neck, leaving kisses in his wake, “The fact that you’re rock fucking solid for me already.  I bet with a few nice words and a little grinding, I can have you coming awfully quick.”

“And leave you aching?” Light awed, letting out a little moan, “Of course not.  I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Alright then,” L laid back on the bed, his legs wide and a smirk on his face, “Then, show me what you can do to me…”

[kiranatrix]

What Comes Out in the Wash

Day 1: Hair @deathnotetober

Characters: Light, L, Watari, & mentions of Sayu // Rating: Gen; platonic (or Lawlight if you squint) // Summary: L wakes up with a huge rat’s nest in his hair and Watari says ‘handle it yourself,’ so Light has to help.

Co-written with @resilicns

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Sleep was something that was becoming increasingly rare for L to achieve these days, and when he did, it could hardly be called restful. He’d spend those few measly hours tossing, turning, kicking, and just squirming in general. When he slept on his own, this was hardly an issue, but now that he was sharing a bed with Light, things were getting a bit complicated.

L grunted quietly, pushing his elbow and forearm down into the bed as he lifted his head up off of the pillow, resting on his side. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he gazed around the room drowsily, trying to desperately grasp for awareness, until his gaze landed on a mirror. He lifted his other hand to feel his hair, touching the knotted mess he had noticed in his reflection. His hair was almost comparable to a bird’s nest at this point. Grimacing, he lifted the receiver off of the phone on the end table, pressing the button mapped to dial Watari’s phone in his office. He held it up to his ear and sighed quietly.

“Watari? I need you to come to my room. My hair is in need of brushing this morning,” L muttered, wincing as one of his fingers caught on a tangle and yanked the strand in that brief instant.

“Apolog--” Quillsh had covered the receiver to try and mask his hacking cough but it still came through the line. “Apologies, sir. It seems I’m unwell. I wouldn’t want to infect you with whatever I have. It’s quite dismal.” He held the phone away to sneeze several times into a monogrammed handkerchief. “You’ll have to make do on your own today.”

L paled slightly, holding the receiver away from his face for a second to stare at it as if it had personally offended him. When he held it back up to his ear, he sighed quite loudly. “I suppose we’ll have to inform the task force that they have the day off, today. However,” he frowned, pushing himself up into a sitting position as he clutched the phone. “Who will brush my hair? Who will prepare my meals? Who will select my clothing?” While he knew the latter was not necessary, the panic in his voice made it obvious he wasn’t thinking clearly.

Light opened one eye to see what all the fuss was about, frowning as he glared up at L. He hadn’t even gotten to sleep until after 3 am because L insisted on bringing his laptop to bed, loudly clacking on the keyboard and munching on panda cookies. The clock on the nightstand said it was just 6:30 am. I’m expected to work on a measly 3 hours sleep?!

“Can you keep your voice down, Ryuzaki?,” he huffed while turning over. “I’m not getting up until 7 and that’s that.”

Quillsh replied to L, “Everything will be fine. You know as well as I do that all your clothes are the same, no selection required. There are cakes and fruit in the refrigerator, and instant coffee if you can’t bother with the coffeemaker.”

He sighed tiredly, barely able to muster the energy needed to argue with L. “As for your hair...no time like the present to pick up a brush and try it yourself.” It was really past time for L to do that anyway but it meant time not focused on work, and was thus always deprioritized.

L gritted his teeth, gripping his own hair in his hand as his anxiety spiked just from the thought of trying to brush it himself. “But-..!” He stopped himself, squirming and making the bed bounce slightly. He completely ignored Light, his attention entirely focused on the call. “…alright. My apologies for disturbing you. Please get some rest and take care of yourself,” he murmured, quietly saying his polite goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

He turned to face forward, glancing at Light out of the corner of his eyes. He stared at the younger man for only a few seconds, moving to the end table and pulling out one of his hair brushes. He took a deep, loud breath to try and settle himself in preparation. However, no amount of preparation could prepare him for the instant pain that followed one frantic and barely-effective brush through his hair. He immediately chucked the item away from himself, hugging his knees to his chest in defeat.

Light snickered into his pillow and looked over his shoulder. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to try?” He turned over to face L, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Don’t tell me that the World’s Greatest Detective has been defeated by an eeeevil tangle,” he teased. He couldn’t help but rub it in a little after all the grief L had put him through lately.

L shot Light a bitter glare, his eyes slightly moist from the shock of pain. “It is painful, and I am choosing to avoid engaging in painful activities. I will just wait until Watari is well enough to brush my hair,” he huffed, averting his gaze. In truth, he knew his hair would only be even more impossibly tangled- potentially unsalvageable by the time the man was no longer ill.

“That is…” Light sat up and leveled L with an unimpressed stare. “...the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just going to get worse if you put it off, and who even knows if he’ll be better tomorrow.” He leaned closer to examine L’s bedhead and let out a low whistle. Somehow, in the span of just 3 hours of sleep, the back of L’s head had gone from normal looking (for him) to a mess of matted, knotted hair. “Ok, I’ll admit that is pretty bad. I think even your tangles have tangles.”

He looked from the chaotic labyrinth of hair to the discarded brush thrown in the corner. L’s going to be a miserable grouch all day if this doesn’t get fixed. That made even the prospect of having the day off seem unappealing given who he was chained to. Plus, every moment they weren’t working, he was denied the chance to clear his name.

“Let me take a crack at it.” He glanced at L, giving him a little shrug like ‘why not?’ “It’s not like I can make it any worse.”

“You could still hurt me,” L muttered, glowering at Light. His expression was similar to a pout at this point, as if he was on the verge of crossing his arms and huffing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Light sighed, still half-asleep. “I used to brush Sayu’s hair all the time when she was little.” Under his breath he murmured, “Anyway, you’d just tag on an assault charge onto my long list of ‘crimes’.’”

L hesitated for a moment before climbing off of the bed and retrieving the brush. Thankfully it wasn’t too far that the chain would cause any issues. He set the brush down in front of Light and sat down with his back towards the man. This is a terrible idea. However, if he goes out of his way to harm me, I can hold that against him.

Light picked up the brush tentatively, making a face at how overloaded with wiry black hair it was. “Hold on…it’s not going to do any good like this.” He pulled off the hair and dropped it from pinched fingers in the trash can beside the bed. “Ok, now we’re ready. Just...” He trailed off as he blinked at the back of L’s head-- specifically, the tumor-like protrusion of hair sticking out from the back. How could it have possibly gotten this bad?! Maybe I’m out of my depth here. “Um. Do you brush your hair every day, Ryuzaki?”

“Watari brushes it in the morning when it needs it,” L murmured, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. “He brushes it less now that I’m older.” Or now that he’s older.

Light fingered a few tangled tufts but didn’t pull, just surveying the damage to undo. “Have you...thought of using conditioner?”

L had to fight the urge to tilt his head, instead making a soft humming sound as he considered it. “No, I believe using soap for all of my washing is still the most efficient option. I see no reason that liquid soap is not enough to wash both my hair and my body.”

Light made a noise between a choke and a gasp, finally forcing out, “No...no, it’s...no, not at…” He sighed in exasperation, suddenly understanding why they were here. Closing his eyes, he said calmly, “After I untangle this, I’m washing your hair with shampoo and proper conditioner, got it?” He counted to ten and opened his eyes. Well, nothing to do but get started.

Carefully, he focused first on brushing the parts that weren’t tangled (or not as badly) to get a sense for the thickness of L’s hair and how tender-headed he was. Light knew that probably even a normal tug or the slightest discomfort might end this endeavor; he had to tread carefully. “This would be easier if you sat still and stopped fidgeting.” He placed a hand on L’s shoulder to try and keep him in one place, but quickly pulled back in case he’d overstepped.

L stiffened up slightly, biting his lower lip. However, instead of pulling away, he mumbled a quiet apology and did his best to keep his body still. He continued to fidget with his hands, rapping his fingers on his knees as he sat there, flinching occasionally when Light pulled too hard for his comfort. In truth, none of it was comfortable, but the man’s touch was surprisingly bearable. He wasn’t nearly as harsh as he had expected he would be, and it seemed as if he was adjusting to L’s reactions. “If you insist,” he mumbled, huffing quietly.

As Light got closer to the epicenter of the tangle, he started to sweat a little. Wait, is that--? Finally he had spotted the catalyst for the rat’s nest. A half-eaten lollipop was embedded and wrapped up in L’s hair, with the stick poking out at a jaunty and infuriating angle. “Ryuzaki…” He touched the stick, wiggling it slightly. “Did you happen to be eating lollipops in bed last night?”

A deep shade of red bloomed in L’s cheeks, travelling far enough to peek around his neck. “...no,” he mumbled, his tone incredibly sheepish as he blatantly lied. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming now, staring down at his hands as he shifted on the bed. He knew Light would be able to tell, but some small part of him felt embarrassed enough to try and hide it.

Light leaned to whisper in L’s ear, “Liar.” He gave the stick a little tweak. “The evidence speaks for itself, detective.” He laughed and shifted on the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion in the nightstand. “This calls for desperate measures. That brush isn’t going to help at all,” he said, tossing it aside. “Not until I get that lollipop out.” With Sayu, he’d once used peanut butter to get some chewing gum out of her hair but really anything oily would do. He settled behind L again and squirted the lotion on his fingers, working it into the knots. “This might hurt a little but you don’t want to walk around with candy in your head do you?”

“It certainly sounds like a convenient carrying solution, freeing both of my hands to do work,” L muttered, his lips twitching faintly in amusement at his own joke. His breath hitched and he hissed quietly in pain as he felt his hair being tugged. “Ow...” He whined, his hand twitching briefly with the urge to reach back and swat at Light’s hand. “Be more gentle..!”

“Sorry,” Light mumbled. “Got a little too focused.” He slowed down his pace and methodically peeled away the hair from the sticky candy, nose wrinkling at the unappetizing gloops of lotion and red sugar coating his fingers. But, it was working! Bit by bit, knot by knot, the lollipop finally came free.

“Got it!,” he said triumphantly, holding up the mangled sucker. It was odd how satisfied he felt. Maybe it was because L only complained half a dozen instead of three dozen times, but he was all smiles as he showed it to L. “The accused stands before you. How do you judge?” He giggled and held it over the trash.

L was shaken and tense by the time Light was finally finished. It wasn’t that the man had hurt him- no, the process was quite painless after the first few tugs. However, he kept expecting pain, anticipating it, even though it never came. Once the man was done, he relaxed, staring at the candy. For once, he didn’t have the urge to shove the sweet into his mouth (although that may have been because of the hairs protruding from it).

“…guilty,” he mumbled, plucking it from Light’s fingers and dropping it into the trash can. He reached back to touch his hair, immediately grimacing at the unpleasant texture of melted candy and lotion mixed with hair. “…I suppose I’ll be needing my hair washed after all,” he muttered.

Light frowned a little that his joke had flopped, but what did he expect? “You’re welcome,” he grumbled as he got up off the bed to the length of the chain. “Come in the bathroom then and I’ll wash it in the sink. Need to wash my hands, too.” You don’t deserve my nice hair products but that’s all we’ve got. He’d be damned if he’d use liquid soap like L usually did. Just the thought made him shudder, rattling the handcuff chain between them.

L followed Light into the bathroom, shedding his shirt in the process to avoid it getting wet. He unclipped his end of the chain to remove the shirt completely, immediately latching the chain back on after. “How should I stand?” He stared at the sink in mild confusion, unsure of how to wash his hair in a non-shower setting.

“Over there,” Light gestured with his chin, “until I clean myself up.” He maneuvered around L and turned the water on with his elbow, scrubbing furiously until all the melted lollipop and lotion swirled down the drain. Why am I bothering to help him? I should have just left it there and taken the day off. I need one.

He dried his hands and grabbed his shampoo and conditioner that his mother had brought him from home, purchased from his favorite salon. The sleek bottles only reminded him of how much he needed a haircut, of how much he’d taken for granted all the little freedoms like that. The reflection looking back at him in the mirror-- bangs hanging in his eyes, wispy strands long enough to tuck behind his ears-- reinforced it. L may be a mess but so was he. The realization didn’t help his mood any.

He gave L a cold glance and pointed to the still-running warm water in the sink. “So...just stick your head under the faucet.”

L glanced back and forth from the sink to Light for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. He then moved closer to the sink, leaning down and hesitantly pushing his head under the water. He immediately jerked back when some ended up in his ear, an uncharacteristic squeak escaping his lips as his face scrunched up. He tilted his head, shaking it as if trying to get the water out. His hands rest on the sink, gripping it tightly to keep himself upright. Once he had calmed down, he took a deep breath and put his head under again, this time keeping it there as he closed his eyes.

Light crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. If L couldn’t even stand the water, a molecule of soap in the man’s eyes would send him through the roof. “Hold on, I’ll get a chair and you can just lean back.” He went to do so but the chain tugged him back sharply. How many times will I forget? I’m anchored. “Um, can you release the chain for a moment? I’ll be right back.”

Much to his own surprise, L reached out without even hesitating, unclipping Light’s end of the chain. “Be quick. I think I can feel it hardening,” he murmured, grimacing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wanted to cooperate, he truly did, and he could only hope that was coming through in his actions and words.

Light blinked as the chain thunked to the bathroom floor. He did it? He stared at the coiled chain like it was a dead but still dangerous snake before snapping to attention and heading into the bedroom. It had been over a month since he’d felt 360 degrees of freedom but he couldn’t enjoy it, even though he wheeled L’s office chair into the bathroom slower than necessary. He felt a little shaken that his first instinct had been to run, but why? What did he have to run from? I’m innocent…

“Sit here and lean back so your head’s in the sink.” He rolled up a fluffy towel and placed it on the edge of the counter. “That should make it more comfortable.” He added drily, “Don’t worry, I didn’t stuff any razors inside.” Not that I’m allowed any. A few months ago he’d been the top student at To-Oh and now he was playing hairdresser with a man who wanted to execute him.

L didn’t bother grabbing the chain again, wanting to give Light more space as a gesture of appreciation for what he was doing, since he couldn’t really find the words to verbalize that feeling. He nodded and sat down in the chair, leaning back and resting his neck on the towel. His face scrunched up slightly in discomfort as he tilted his head back, suddenly made very aware of how stiff his neck was.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I trust you.” Of course, that’s partly because it would be too big of a risk for him to try anything right now, but I also don’t think he’d want to…

Light arched a brow at that lie and squeezed shampoo into his hands. “Sure.” Trusts me when it’s convenient for him. He avoided looking at the chain, not wanting to remind L in case he forgot. I know he didn’t forget.

L’s face was as unreadable as ever so he just got on with it, lathering L’s hair into fragrant suds and taking care that no soap got into the man’s wide-open eyes. The smell of grapefruit and sandalwood in the bathroom started to make Light relax, the tenseness falling from his face. After a few minutes, he couldn’t feel any more sticky candy embedded in L’s hair and rinsed it clean. “Alright, sit still. Conditioner’s next.”

The feeling of Light’s fingers massaging his scalp was incredibly relaxing for L. He did his best to keep his face impassive, forcing himself to focus on the feeling of wetness on his forehead, but, eventually, even that wasn’t enough. By the time Light was rinsing his hair out, L’s eyelids were heavy and his expression incredibly relaxed. Most of the tension that was normally present in his body was gone. “This…feels nice,” he whispered, blinking slowly as he stayed still for the man.

Light couldn’t help but smile faintly at the praise. It was gratifying that he’d done well, even at this insignificant task, when it was for his harshest critic. His mood lifted considerably-- maybe this day wouldn’t be a wash after all. Wash, pft. He snickered to himself and turned the water off, then smoothed the conditioner in L’s hair to the ends.

Tilting his head, he said, “Your hair’s longer than I thought.” When wet and not fluffed up by frizz, it looked almost twice as long.

L’s body felt almost loose at this point, and part of him wondered if he would slide out of the chair. Even the feeling of Light barely pulling on his hair was soothing by now. A faint smile curved his lips as he closed his eyes. “That makes sense. It’s been a while since Watari last trimmed my hair. I’m not very fond of the sound of scissors so close to my head.”

“Now we wait. Five minutes and then rinse.” Light glanced down at his watch and leaned against the counter. This might be an awkward five minutes.

L shifted his legs, letting one stretch out and dangle off of the chair. “I didn’t expect that this would be so…pleasant. You’re very good at this, Light,” he mused, his relaxed state loosening his lips ever so slightly.

A little heat rose to Light’s cheeks. “Uh...thank you. I guess I have my sister to thank for that. I was her babysitter for years and her hair gets tangled easily, too.”

He smiled when a funny memory sprang to mind. “One time she managed to get a whole package of modeling clay stuck in her hair and I had to scrub for an hour to get it out before my parents got home from dinner. When my Mom noticed it was gone, Sayu told them she ate it.” He laughed to himself, remembering the horrified looks on his parents’ faces. “Of course, we fessed up before they called poison control.”

L’s lips twitched for a moment before he burst into laughter, holding his hand up in a failed attempt at covering his mouth. His laugh shook his entire body, a big grin forming on his face. When was the last time I laughed like this? Have I ever? I can’t recall feeling this good before now. “That- that’s quite impressive,” he managed to say after a few seconds, starting to calm back down and catch his breath. “What was she trying to do with the clay? Style her hair?” He chuckled, opening his eyes to look up at Light.

Seeing L smile was surprising but when the detective laughed, Light was shocked. But that laughter was infectious and only made Light giggle harder. “I think she was trying to make some kind of space helmet? Who knows, she was only five then,” he said between chuckles. I miss her. I wonder how she’s keeping up with her math homework. His laughter faded away.

He looked down at L, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh and mean it.”

L’s expression softened, turning thoughtful and slightly sad. “Yes, I suppose it is. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time.” He sighed, stretching out his arms for a moment as he averted his gaze. “I guess that’s just something else you’re good at, hm?” He arched a brow, smirking a bit in the subtle, mocking way he usually did. However, there was no malice to his tone. Instead of attacking Light, it seemed like he was attempting some good-natured ribbing, as if between friends.

Light blinked and gave L a puzzled smile, waiting for the barb to come. Unexpectedly, it didn’t, and he wasn’t sure what to say. L being nice was as strange as L laughing.

He glanced down at his watch anxiously. “That’s five minutes.” He turned on the warm water and rinsed the conditioner from L’s noticeably softer hair. Any residual tangles came loose immediately when he combed his fingers through it and he started to get curious about how it would look when dry. “Alright,” he said, turning off the water. “All done. Your tangles are a thing of the past.”

He turned his back to L to dry his hands on a fresh towel. “I guess it seems like a waste of time to use the conditioner but it saves time in the end for brushing. I can give Watari the information if you want me to.”

L shifted in the seat, looking over at Light with a contemplative expression. He sat there in silence for a few seconds, just staring at the other man until he finally spoke. “I suppose you can. That would be nice. But also, while we’re sharing a living space…if you wanted to- ah- do this more frequently…I wouldn’t protest.” He averted his gaze and cleared his throat loudly.

“Wouldn’t protest?” Light turned around sharply, feeling annoyed at L’s assumption. The words ‘I’m not your servant!,’ hovered on his parted lips but died there when, somehow, he saw L clearly. The man was too proud to ask directly for what he wanted. They had managed to connect in a way that wasn’t only detective and suspect, jailer and prisoner. Light had felt it, too, and he craved kindness after his long isolation, this ongoing tense situation.

He watched L for a moment and quietly said, “Alright, but no cuffs when I do it.” He smirked and added, “And no more lollipops in bed.”

“I agree to the cuffs, but I can’t make any promises about the lollipops,” L joked, smiling as he sat up and pulled the towel over his head. He picked up the chain, staring at it for a second or two before clasping it onto Light’s cuff. However, instead of immediately pulling away, his hand lingered on the man’s wrist. “…thank you, Light,” he mumbled, the sound barely a whisper as he lowered his gaze and pulled his hand away, standing up straight.

Light grinned and tossed L a towel since the man was dripping water everywhere. So it didn’t kill you to say it after all.

“You’re welcome.”

[rachello344]

34 for lawlight?

This is going to be something of a fantasy/historical AU as well as “meeting at a masquerade ball” AU  ;D  ( @karamatsukid you’ll recognize elements from that AU we came up with like a year ago probably)  Under the readmore because I got carried away haha

Light Yagami walked the room like he owned it.  He held court with his peers, spoke intelligently to elder statesmen, and danced beautifully with anyone who had the courage to ask.  He was truly born and bred to be king, to be  his god’s chosen ruler.  L could feel it in every false smile and every forced laugh.

He was wearing two masks tonight.

Crown Prince Light was an excellent actor, but still only an actor.  Every time a woman touched him, he stifled a flinch.  Every time he was asked to dance, he seemed to force himself to relax before agreeing.

It was hard to reconcile this aggressively polite and courteous young man with the opinionated and argumentative prince he’d met earlier in the week.

L was fascinated.

His own country had no strong association between royalty and the church.  He certainly had no divine right to rule.  He wasn’t even directly related to the current king.  The current king was his father, but he’d been adopted when he showed promise as a child.  He was trained in all the ways of court, of course, but his first priority had been to become an intelligent man, so that he could become a wise ruler.

Even so, despite the necessity for bloodlines in the Yagami kingdom, Light was clearly more than intelligent enough to rule.  He had a strong sense of justice, though it frequently lent itself to black and white thinking.  L had the sneaking suspicion that Light was far more intelligent than the current king, but it would likely be some time before Light took the throne.

“You’ve been staring at me,” Light said to him, adjusting his mask as if he were self-conscious.  “May I ask why?”

“You may ask,” L confirmed, keeping his voice low, “but I may not answer.”

“Why have you been staring at me?” he asked anyway, challenge in every line of his stance.

“Would you be satisfied if I said it was because you are beautiful?”

“No,” Light said, his lips pulled into a smirk.  The mask drew attention to the lines of his cheek and the plush pink of his mouth.  “I am beautiful, but that isn’t why you were staring.”

“No, it isn’t.”  L raised a hand, palm up.  “May I have the next dance?”

“You may.”

They strode onto the dance floor, Light taking up the so-called woman’s position with apparent ease.  L settled his hand on Light’s waist.  When the music began, they stepped into the dance as one.

“I can see why you’re such a popular dance partner,” L commented.  “You have an excellent sense of rhythm and an inherent grace.”

Light laughed softly, like wind chimes.  “I should hope so, sir, after all the lessons I've taken.  And what about you, Prince Lawliet?  Have you taken many lessons?”

“While I’m in this mask,” L said softly, “you may call me, ‘L.’”  Light looked a little startled, his cheeks flushing.  “And I have taken some lessons, though I’m sure it was not nearly as many as you.  My father was more interested in teaching me the workings of the country than how to comport myself in social functions.”

Recovering himself smoothly, Light raised an eyebrow.  “Is that why you’re so rude and improper all the time?”

L smirked.  “That does seem probable.  Does that bother you, Light?”

“Perhaps, although right now I find it refreshing.”  Light allowed them to move closer during a turn.  Their chests were nearly touching now, faces approaching too close.  “It’s not every day I meet a man as intelligent as I am who is also delightfully straightforward.”

“I suppose you normally find one but not the other.”

“Indeed, but you seem to be the worst of both.”

“Don’t you mean ‘best’?” L teased.

“I know what I said,” Light countered.  His grin was magnetic.  L leaned in, but the song was slowing to a halt, ending in a swell of strings.  L pulled away reluctantly, dropping into a bow.  Light returned it.

“I find you interesting, Light,” L told him as they stepped away from the dance floor.  “That’s why I was staring.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the summit.”  Light turned away, but shot a final glance over his shoulder.  “I won’t go easy on you.”

“Nor I, you.”  L bowed his head.  “Good evening.”

Light nodded once, fading into the crowd around them.  L was looking forward to renewing their argument from the day before.  It should be even more entertaining with this tension between them added in.

[twentyonecrybabiies-blog]

Teachings - Lawlight

SUMMARY: Light hates L. But when he is forced to share a room with him on a school trip and L teaches him some valuable things, he realises he doesn’t hate him as much as he thought.

WARNINGS: pure gay filth (only making out don't worry kids remember consent is key)

High School AU

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Light Yagami flopped on his bed and sighed. His case had been abandoned as the foot of the bed, and his groans were muffled by the white sheets. L Lawliet perched precariously on the edge of his own bed, his thumb between his teeth and his bare feet gripping the covers. The room was small, the beds almost touching, with only a thin table keeping them apart.

Light wished the gap was bigger.

It’s not that he hated L or anything but… Oh who was he kidding? He couldn’t stand L. There was something about his smart, cocky, introvert attitude that just ticked Light off. He threatened Light- he could easily kick him off the top spot in school. All their friends knew Light hated L- hell, even the teachers knew it! But their friends also thought they would end up together, so maybe they set this up (they had joked about doing something like this for months).

Light wouldn’t doubt that for a second.

Light rolled on his back and crossed his arms behind his head, his legs dangling over to edge. His tie was askew, his top button undone, parts of his shirt untucked, revealing patches of pale skin. L’s uniform was almost impeccable; a slightly crumpled shirt, a slightly loose tie, a pair of black jeans, almost identical to his messy hair, covering his skinny legs.

L stood up suddenly, taking his thumb from his mouth, and picked up his case. He opened it, to reveal a few outfits and a pair of shoes. Light watched as he placed his things in the dresser. His shirt became untucked when he leaned over, revealing his sickly stomach, with ribs and hips poking out. Light, even though he disliked the boy, wished he was a little bit fatter. He preferred people with a little fat; he found it endearing. L left two drawers for Light, before returning to his weird sitting position. Light turned his head to look at the ceiling. He had tried to get out of sharing the room with L, but his teachers refused to let him swap with anyone. - “But Mr. Ryuk!” Light cried. “You know how much we despise each other! I can’t possibly share a room with him!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to, Light. There is no other option. And please, give L a chance. I think you’d get along quite well.” Mr. Ryuk sighed, placing school books on the table. Light waved his arms about.

“Surely there’s someone I can swap with?” He tried. Mr. Ryuk shook his head.

“I’m afraid not, Light. The rooms have already been set. I am truly sorry. Now go, class begins soon and you don’t want to have a detention.” Mr. Ryuk waved his hand in the direction of the door. Light huffed, clutched his books to his chest, and swept from the room. - Light pushed himself off of the bed and leaned over to grab his case, missing the sharp intake of breath coming from L as he did so. He opened the case and unpacked his things into the two spare drawers. At the bottom of his case were two bottles of vodka and two glasses- something Light had packed so he could distract himself from being in the room with L.

“Light?” L whispered. Light turned to face him.

“Yes?” He asked impatiently.

“Why have you got alcohol? It could kill you.” L pointed out. Light rolled his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know L, maybe I’m going to use it to treat all my wounds.” Light said sarcastically. L looked down.

“I apologise, Light. That was a stupid question.” Light pursed his lips and laid on the bed again. Dinner had already passed; they had all night to do whatever before their trip officially started tomorrow morning. Light checked his watch; it was almost ten.

“It was.” Light agreed. L sighed softly.

“Is that why you hate me?” L asked. “Because I ask stupid questions, and I can’t get anything right?”

Light said nothing. L turned away.

He reached for his case and took out a bottle of vodka and the two glasses, pouring himself a glass. For some reason, he felt the need to offer L a glass. Surprisingly, L took the glass and watched as Light took a sip from his own. L copied his actions.

The burning fluid slid down L’s throat, and he coughed quietly. Light chuckled to himself and took another sip. L took out a book and tentatively leaned against the pillows of his bed, holding the glass of alcohol in one hand. He took small sips every few minutes. Meanwhile, Light was nearly finished with his second glass.

They were both going to be in for a long night.

—

Two hours and about six drinks later, Light was pretty tipsy. Not drunk enough to forget what happened that night, but tipsy enough to do things without thinking.

“L?” Light slurred. L turned, finishing through last drop of his fourth glass. Light had beaten him by a long shot- he had drunk nearly eight glasses of vodka.

“Yes, Light?” L smiled softly.

“Why have I never been kissed?” Light asked. L looked shocked.

“You… You haven’t been kissed?” L repeated.

“That’s what I said, right?” Light said, confused. L nodded.

“Sorry, I was… I was just shocked.” L apologised. Light waved a hand at him lazily.

“No reason to be. I was just wondering because… well, I’m almost graduating high school, and I still haven’t been kissed. Sober, that is. I know for a fact I kissed alot of people drunk. I mean, the furthest I went with a girl sober was holding hands, three months into the relationship. And that was in my first year of high school!” Light cried dramatically, seemingly sober for the moment. L mulled over this.

“You haven’t been in a relationship since?” He queried. Light shook his head.

“I haven’t. I found that girls aren’t really my type, and there wasn’t exactly millions of boys in the school.” Light admitted. The power of the alcohol was compelling him to tell this boy- almost a stranger to Light- All his secrets, and he couldn’t stop it.

“Your gay?” L whispered excitedly. Light nodded once.

“Well, uh, I could, um, show you?” L offered bashfully after a minute had passed. Light stopped in his tracks.

“What?” He whispered, pushing his brunette hair out of the way. L ran his fingers through his own dark locks.

“I could show you how to kiss. Properly. Sober.” L said with more confidence. Maybe it was the few glasses of vodka speaking. Maybe he just really wanted to do this. Light pondered for a moment, before rolling off of his own bed and flopping onto L’s. He pushed aside his dislike, and focused on only one thing.

Getting his first sober kiss.

“Show me.” Light demanded. L grabbed Light’s hands and gently placed them on his own skinny waist, then slowly placed his own cold hands on the side of Light’s face, tracing his sharp cheekbones. He avoided Light’s, and ever so slightly leaned in.

“Are you sure?” L whispered. Light nodded and closed his eyes.

He could smell the alcohol on Light’s breath, but he was sure his was the same. When their lips were mere millimeters apart, L hesitated. Was this the right thing to do?

His thoughts were cut short when Light closed the ever-so-small distance.

Light’s lips moved against L’s, and his moved against Light’s. His hands moved down from his face and hooked around his neck, interlacing his fingers behind it. Light’s arms circled L’s small waist and gripped it tight, pulling his body closer to his own. The kiss was gentle; sweet. Until L just couldn’t control himself anymore.

He pushed Light back against the bed and slipped his legs between the younger boys, laying on top of him. His lips left Light’s and traveled down to his jaw, where he left soft butterfly kisses. Light moved his hands up L’s back, making the white shirt ride up. All influence from the alcohol was gone, and it was pure attraction and lust that kept the two boys from pulling apart.

L moved his lips down Light’s neck, until he found a particularly sensitive spot. He nipped and sucked and kissed everywhere around it, creating multiple love bites, in the shape of an ‘L’. Light groaned, the sound sending shivers down L’s body. He moved his lips back to Light’s, his hands tugging on his long hair.

“Fuck, L,” Light moaned. L chuckled against his skin.

Light sat upwards, and L’s legs wrapped themselves around his waist. As they kissed, Light fumbled with L’s shirt buttons. He tore his tie away and undid the top buttons, before he got distracted by L placing his lips on his neck once more. He grabbed at the last few buttons until the shirt was open, and he pulled it off of L’s shoulders. Moans tumbled from Light’s mouth.

Light pulled L back to his mouth and ran his hands across his pale chest, kissing him furiously. L’s tongue gently slid across his lower lip, and when Light refused to let him win, he slipped his hand into his jeans. Light’s mouth opened to let out a moan, and Light’s tongue slipped inside. They battled for dominance, L obviously winning. They stayed like that for a moment, locked in a tight embrace, red faced and in pure bliss.

Light was the first to break the kiss, the lack of oxygen becoming clear. He placed gentle kisses all down L’s chest, his hands resting on his slender waist. He lifted his mouth to kiss along L’s collarbone, leaving small hickeys in his wake, and L arched his back and let out a long moan. Light’s jeans were becoming tighter and tighter, but they weren’t doing anything tonight; he was sober enough to know this.

L pulled Light up and tore his shirt off, some of the buttons popping off the shirt. Light was too busy to care. His tie was thrown across the room, and L ran his fingers down his chest, across his muscles and down to the waist line of his trousers. Light’s hands stopped him.

“No.” He told L. “We aren’t doing that tonight. Not here.”

L smiled, “At least let me take care of that.”

L pointed to the tent in Light’s jeans, and Light flushed red, but still shook his head. He could take care of that on his own. L nodded in acceptance and molded his lips against Light’s once more. The two boys fell back against the pillows, still in a warm embrace, their lips touching softly. They pulled apart, and Light rested his head upon L’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. L wrapped one arm around his waist, and tangled the other in Light’s hair, gently stroking his head. Light wrapped his arms around L.

“You know L,” Light yawned, “I never hated you.” L looked down at him.

“What?” He whispered. Light smiled.

“I never hated you. I thought I did but I think I was just threatened by you. I mean, your attractive in this… not so normal way, and I like that. And come on, you could easily beat me in school.” Light chuckled. L smiled back.

“Thank you, Light. That is reassuring. Now please, get some sleep. It’s almost one.” L pulled Light closer to him, and he tucked one arm behind his head. Light closed his eyes, snuggling up to L. L still couldn’t believe that he had been making out with his long-term crush not even ten minutes ago.

He watched the ceiling until sleep finally came, and when sleep came, it was blissful.