#deathnote l x reader fluff

[p0ssywhippedcream]

a/n; for my L lovers!! it's been too long since I wrote for him and im going back to my roots, hope y'all love it! this is hurt/comfort and fluff, L celebrating the reader's mother's birthday with them since they can't be w their family. enjoy <3

The quiet is stuffy, suffocating you in your desk chair next to L. With an achy soul, you persevere through another file and try to ignore the time that screams retreat to your room and take a bath. You’re frankly exhausted and already miserable to be working on the Kira case today.

And apparently, it’s noticeable because both Matsuda and Misa have mentioned your gloomy demeanor to which you brushed them off.

Now as you sit typing up a report on the evidence you just read, you realize you didn’t really digest any of it and have to re-examine the whole page. A soft groan slips out.

L’s keen ears alert him of your distress and suddenly your boss is turned in his chair to fully face you. The sight is mildly amusing, on account for the biscuit-stache he’s sporting above his top lip.

“What is it, Y/n?”

You shake your head, waving him off, “Nothing, sorry.”

His big eyes invade your vision as he shoves his face closer into yours inspecting your disheveled appearance. “Your eyes are bloodshot, you’re shaking slightly, you forgot my coffee this morning and you’ve been slow at work all day.”

You take the evidence he’s presented with an incredulous face, “I’m just tired, it’s almost ten.”

“Which you’ve never complained of before.” This isn’t the first time you’ve wanted to deck the guy but the urge is much stronger now.

“Your point?” You’re semi-grateful to be alone here with him, knowing full well the childish back-and-forth you’re having would’ve embarrassed you if the other taskforce members were here.

“You’re troubled. I’m curious, what bothers you?”

You huff as you come to the revelation that L was going to pry until you relented. You drop eye contact, twisting the ring on your finger. “It’s my mother’s birthday.”

“How come you didn’t request off?” He replies immediately, to which you snort and meet his abyssal eyes, “Would you have let me?”

His face says touché and you look back down, “Besides, she’s in the states right now. I wouldn’t be able to fly out there with everything going on.”

He nods and his thumb slides into the bed of his puffy lips, tucked in by his teeth. “Well..” He pauses, hesitates for one of the first times since you’ve met him and clears his throat, “I wouldn’t have personal experience with the event, but it is tradition to celebrate your parent’s birthday, no?”

When you shake your head in agreement, L’s pointer finger locates the Watari intercom button. He requests a piece of strawberry cake and glancing at you, a piece of red velvet with a couple candles. You never told him it was your favorite, and realizing he cares enough to find out on his own loosens the strain on your heart a little.

The deserts are brought within mere minutes, placed in front of you with a handful of wax sticks and a small lighter. He hands you the candles in his strange way, your fingers brushing on his pale, nimble ones. You smile softly to yourself, arrange them to make a 57 in the cake and watch as he flicks the lighter and sets ablaze the wicks. You look up, a bashful grin as you say “It’s not technically my birthday, so i don’t know if i’m supposed to blow them out.”

“Suppose we do it together, do you reckon it cancels out?”

You giggle then, the sound airy and light in the cold room. “Like PEMDAS?”

“Sure.” He tosses a singular nod to the right.

“Okay,” Your happy eyes squint at his, seeing the playful quirk of his mouth as you both lean forward. His white skin shines with yellow and orange in the light and he looks strangely handsome so close to you. You purse your lips, watching him copy you before you close your eyes and wish for this stupid case to end, feeling the light gust of L's sweet breath on your cheeks.

When your eyelids crack open again, you find his ever-searching gaze on you as he starts to pluck the wax from your cake. You give him a small smile, finding peace and intimacy in the place you risk your life everyday with a man you never thought you’d come to like.

You wonder what will happen when Kira is gone, if you’ll ever see this strange introvert again and it makes you almost sad to have wished for its end. Guilt comes after when you remember all those who have lost their lives and pain flashes in your pupils. L mistakes it for maternal longing.

“She misses you.” Your mouth pops open in surpirse, eyes doing the same when he tilts his head and you can see how he feels for once. Compassion sits in the inky depths of his gaze and it stuns you to your core. “I would.”

The moment sits heavy with emotion before a fork is plunging into your piece of cake and he’s stealing a bite with a mischievous expression. You chuckle, opting to reply with a roll of your eyes and nimble at the desert yourself.

“Thank you.” You whisper, the sound of monitors the only noise in the empty room. He lets out a noncommittal grunt and you lapse back into the quiet. As you eat your separate cakes, you swallow around the understanding that you don’t mind sharing the silence if it’s with him. In fact, you wouldn’t mind sharing anything if it was with him.

[ladyzayismultifandom]

The Kiss of Death

L Lawliet x Reader Genre: awkard cute fluff with everyone's favorite detective

Description: On the ongoing mission to take Kira down, L and Y/N must sacrifice their dignity when Light (intentionally) messes up their excursion. A/N: This is pre-cuffed L and Light era btw! And f/n = fake name.

Kira is still on the loose taking innocent people lives and with no concrete evidence to the existence of the “Death Note” or “Shinigami’s” Lawliet was put into a corner. He was 98% sure that Light Yagami was Kira purely based on vibes but nothing else that serves as evidence has worked. Close surveillance in his house has been a little useful but he hasn’t cracked him just yet. Light was good. Too good.

After ruthless nights of arguing Watari thought it would be a good idea to call in reinforcements from the infamous Wammy House where L was raised. Those reinforcements were you. You’ve never been to Japan before but you were excited to help an old friend. With an IQ of 150 and cunning eye for detail you would be a great asset to the task force. Once he find out you were on your way L sent you a file with all the information he found along with a detailed list of all the task force members. You got everything you need to know but you hate that fake name he came up with.

When you got off the private jet Watari sent you, Matsuda and Light were waiting for you at the end of the stairs.

“So he sent the killer right to me. Interesting” You thought. You took a good look of Matsuda. He was a good man, socially awkward, probably a bit annoying, but a good cop. He fidgeted with his fingers the more you looked at him. Meanwhile Light didn’t seem bothered at all. He stared right back but not at you. It was like he was staring deep within your soul and if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the tiny smile fighting to break out. He was definitely up to something but what?

Taking off your sunglasses you walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Matsuda who held it like a fragile piece of of fine china. He raised it up and kissed it which wasn’t something you were expecting but flattered either way.

“Enchante, I’m f/n” You offered your hand to Light as well to which he firmly shook for a second and let go. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you. Matsuda was ever the gentlemen who might be confused of your customs but has good intentions. Light shook your hand like a man trying to prove himself. He wanted you to think he saw you as an equal when that couldn't be farther than the dark truth that lie beneath. This case is going to be good.

“I’d like to speak to Ryuzaki alone if that’s okay. “ You asked the task force after meeting everyone officially. Watari escorted them all out leaving you and your sugar fiend friend alone. For a moment you sat in silence until it felt safe to speak.

“Lawliet”

“It’s Ryuzaki”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Then you put me at risk f/n.” You roll your eyes at the way he refuses to use your real name. You were alone after all.

“How could I put you at risk when we both know that Kira is Light?” You put your cup of tea up to him and he puts three sugar cubes in there. At the Wammy House, every child had their thing and yours is tea which goes perfectly with cake hence the beautiful friendship you have with Lawliet now.

“So you believe me?”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well-

“Other than that.” You took a sip.

“I know it’s him. I need evidence. That’s why you’re here f/n”

“Does anybody other than Watari and I know you’re real name?” He shook his head no. Perfect. A plan was brewing.

Weeks go by and you get to know everyone. Sadly the result was still the same. Light was definetly Kira but he had help. Originally you thought his father was in on it but after personally interrogating him it became clear that Soichiro Yagami did not know or even consider that his son could be a criminal nonetheless a cold blooded killer. Lights girlfriend Misa Amane on the other hand only pretended to be a bimbo everyone thought she was. If she wasn’t so head over heels over Light she might have been a great force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the charismatic cult-like charms of Light got to her before then. She's the perfect fall person if things went south for him. There’s was another accomplice helping Light get away with his crimes but his identify has been tough to crack. You’ve searched for people under the name Ryuk and haven’t found anything so far. Looking back at the early surveillance tapes of Light in his room it did look like he was trying hard to ignore something on his mind. Could it have been someone there? Someone the camera didn’t catch? Is this the power of a shinigami?

Another day with the task force trying to find all the things in common with Kira's victims besides how they die you turn to genius next to you.

“Ryuzaki?”

“Yes f/n”

“Let’s go out” Matsuda almost choked on his spit making you burst into a laughing fit. Lawliet was not amused.

“I assume you mean all of us?” He says not even sparing you a glance as you teasingly look at him.

“Of course. What else would I mean? A day off would be nice right boys?” You look at the rest of the men who are relieved to hear that except Light. Just like Lawliet, he didn't look too amused. You smirk as you take a sip of tea.

“You did that on purpose” Lawliet mumbled

“You love it.” You whispered before turning around in your spinny wheelchair. Stretching your arms before you do a big clap that makes the whole task force except Light and Lawliet jump. You smile.

"So who wants to go on a little excursion tomorrow? I'm sure Kira wouldn't mind if we didn't hunt them for a day. "

"Until they kill someone else." Light claims

"And then I'll know it's you," Lawliet says. The two stare menacingly at each other.

"Let's not point any fingers. Light is still not 100% in the clear yet but he's also a part of the team. It could be Matsuda for all we know" Your innocent joke lightened the mood making all the men chuckle to themselves. Little did they know they were all pawns in your game.

"Yes... matter of fact Light why don't you set up an excursion for us? I'm sure you have friends that travel locally and if you're not Kira nothing will go wrong and Ryuzaki can relax. Right?" You suggest.

"And if you are I'll have the pleasure of putting you behind bars."

"Fine. If that's what it takes." Light says. The familiar tugging at his lips starts but they never go into full bloom as if he's trying to hide it. Tomorrow you're finally going to find out what his game is and who he's playing it with.

Later that night when you were alone drinking tea while Lawliet ate cake the two of you discussed all the possible mistakes Light could make to prove he's Kira to everyone. Killing someone would be too obvious but he could make it look like an accident or even frame another person on the task force so that was possibility number one. Possibility number two is he finds a way to get Misa alone to do his bidding. That would be the easiest thing to do to get him out of the clear for everyone else but not the two of you since you know she's his accomplice. To prevent that from happening, you'll have Matsuda or Soichiro keep a close eye on her the entire excursion. There was another possibility that you didn't bring up on purpose. This was because if Lawliet knew he would be totally against it seeing as it would put him at risk but you realized the unusual pattern of all Kira's victims a long time ago. They all die of a heart attack, most have some kind a criminal record of some kind or they know Kira true identity before they die. Most importantly Kira's victims full name are always on public record except the one he wants to kill the most which sparked an idea. What if you gave Light L's real name? Would he try to use it? Most importantly would it work? Along with Mello and Near you were raised with Lawliet but there is the possibility that even the name you became fond of calling him wasn’t real. Deep inside you know he wouldn’t lie to you. He can’t.

The next day Light had arranged a day in Kamakura full of fun outside excursions everyone on the task force except Lawliet appreciated. To annoy him even more the disguise you chose to display was his wife. You knew if this plan was gonna work he couldn’t look like Lights stalker the way he focuses in on him and you two work better as a team so splitting up wasn’t an option. In case Light isn’t Kira (which is highly unlikely) and Kira manages to strike while you’re out Watari is at home monitoring local crime. Keeping a close eye on Light’s reactions you wrap your arm around Lawliet giving him a supportive pat. Light face remain stoic.

“See? Kira wouldn’t kill us in the middle of a crowded area like this. “ Matsuda happily claims as he holds up his oversized binoculars to look at The Great Buddha.

“In a crowd like this no one would notice anyway.” Lawliet mumbles.

“Oh don’t be such a hermit! You loved playing outside with me when we were children.” You say trying to gauge the boys but to your surprise the only one who asked was-

“Ryuzaki and f/n grew up together?!” Misa acts surprised. Oh to peak into her little mind.

“I was studying human interaction”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear” You kiss his cheek before dragging him by hand along and joining Matsuda ahead as he excitedly leads the pack.

“Is it me or is f/n enjoying her role a little too much?” Kanzo whispers to Soichiro who shrugs.

“We’ve been working hard the past few weeks. I’m sure she’s just having a little fun besides I don’t think it’s exactly one-sided.” Soichiro chuckles

Throughout the day the seven of you walk around every shrine, zen garden, and temple you can get close to while remaining a safe distance from Light and Misa who didn’t seem to be plotting anything just yet. Just two teenagers who might be serial killers without a care in the world. Lawliet grew frustrated.

“F/N”

“Yes, dear?” You tease but can’t help it when his cheeks turn a rosy red for a second.

“When exactly is this plan of yours supposed to start?”

“Patience honey all will make sense soon” You whisper seductively in Lawliets ear pulling him in to your embrace wrapping your arms around his neck. Begrudgingly knowing his role Lawliet wraps his arms around your waist in reciprocation. You notice Light staring at the two of you. From where he’s standing it looks as if you two are sharing secrets. He tries to hide his look of suspicion when you make eye contact but it’s too late. Like a spider you’ve spun him in your web making him helplessly anxious and maybe even frightened. Unable to contain it you smirk at him

“That’s right. You should be afraid” You whisper still in Lawliet’s embrace. For the first time all day he chuckles.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re turned on right now y/n” He whispers in your ear just as seductively as you did earlier. Given how awkward and standoffish he can be at times you didn’t know he was capable of that.

“Lawli- Ryuzaki!” You shriek but for a moment his hands squeeze your body. You almost said his real name out loud. Too loud. Did Light hear it? Shit

“Careful dear people will think you’re cheating on me” He says jokingly but you know it’s a threat. No, a promise. While you planned to leak it anyway to see if Light would try to kill him this is not how you wanted to come out. Shit shit shit.

And yet if you weren’t turned on before. You are now. Something about him matching your energy while being so close just did something to you and even though he’s a little pissed off he’s still hot.

“I’m gonna get you back for that”

“Likewise f/n” further emphasizing how pissed he is.

After walking for the majority of Lights excursion filled day in Kamakura the task force grew exhausted. Too tired to do anything else Light and Matsuda called around for places to retire for the night before returning to work tomorrow. Soichiro drove the rental to a spot near a beach, real low key vibes, perfect place for a late night swim with Lawliet. He’d never go for it. The seven of you were to be split rooms. Naturally you and Misa were in one room. Soichiro, Kanzo, Matsuda, and Light in the next room. Lawliet gets his own room so he can have a private discussion with Watari. This was the plan everyone agreed to until you got there.

“I’m sorry we only have one room left but if you five gentlemen don’t mind the hotel a little further down I can reserve a room for you” the hotel receptionist says. Looks like you and Misa are stuck here alone-

“I’ll stay with you” Lawliet stepped up.

“But who will watch Ligh-“ He cut you off

“I said I’m staying”

“Besides I think we can trust Light now,“ Shock was what you saw on Light's face now. If only for a moment but there was shock. Whatever plan there was to kill Lawliet might be dead now but then again this could've been a part of his plan all along.

When the two of you walked into the hotel there was one bed. As children sleeping together was better than being in cold bunks but as adults this predicament was a bit...awkward.

He let you shower and change into your pajamas first but as you wait in bed going over all your notes on Kira a nervous feeling stirs inside you. What if he mentions what happened earlier? What if he doesn't because he has other plans of ruining your life for almost ending his? Is he about to get in this bed with you?

"I hope you're not overthinking what happened earlier." He broke you out of your funk. You didn't even realize he had already gotten out of the shower. "I already gave Light my real name once. It won't work Y/N"

"Then why-"

"I figured if you were going to put my life in danger I'd scare you a little too. Reminds me of when we were kids." He laid down next to you in bed. For years there's been an invisible line between you that you so desperately wanted to cross.

A line you want to cross now more than anything.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn your body towards him but he remains on his back, facing the ceiling.

"Shoot"

"Do you remember when we were teenagers Mello locked us in a closet and I kissed you on accident but you wouldn't let me go until Watari let us out?"

"Yes"

"This feels a lot like that" He smiles as his body curls towards you.

"Are you saying you want to kiss me Y/N?" You scooted closer to him smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You leaned over him practically inches away from his lips yet he didn't flinch. He didn't move away but he didn't move any closer. He was just there. So you sighed and leaned ba-

"Please" He grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back to him. He had a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

" In case I die"

"Wha-" He met your lips with his before you could ruin it. The two of you were alone. Truly alone for the first time in years and this time if it were his last Lawliet was going to get what he wanted almost as bad as he wanted Light behind bars. You.

You leaned down into his embrace not letting a breath escape between your lips. If you were going to die tonight it would not be Kira and you were okay with that.

The next day on the ride home neither of you spoke a peep making it seem like you'd gotten into a fight. Nobody really needed to know what really took place. When everyone went home for the day you were at it again neglecting the surveillance cameras and carefully watching Light. If this is how he gets you both so be it.

May the kiss of death satisfy the Gods that be.

A/N: HAPPY FLUFFTOBER!!!

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Light Yagami x Reader

**Genre: Angst to Fluff **Happish ending **Key: Y/N- Your Name Talking; Sayu, You, Light **Background: Your childhood friends **Reader is GN **Word Count: 545

Light Yagami, he was tall, smart, funny, and a total gentleman. At least that’s how he presented himself. He was most any girl’s ideal guy. I mean from his gentle laugh and kind eyes to his sweet gestures like bringing your favorite snack. How could you not fall for him? You’ve known the Yagami’s for years, and you never would have thought you’d actually fall for him. Your mom’s used to joke that you two would end up together, but you never took them seriously. Well, that was your mistake because before you realized it you were falling. You fell fast and hard. You started to notice things you never did before. You ended up pushing him away completely thinking it would help. It didn’t and then you found out about Misa. Lights girlfriend… His sister told you about her one day while you were over helping her with a project. You felt yourself break inside. Of course, Light didn’t feel the same. He deserves someone like Misa, beautiful and perfect in every way you weren’t.

“Hey Y/N. Long time no see” Light was just getting home. You couldn’t even find it in you to reply. You wanted to break down and cry just hearing his voice. Light having known you forever could tell something was wrong. “Hey Sayu, can I borrow Y/N for a while?” “Sure. I have plans with some friends anyways. Thanks for your help see you later Y/N!” And with that Sayu was out the door. “Y/N come. Let’s go to my room.” You reluctantly followed Light up to his room. Once inside you both sat in silence. You were looking anywhere but him and trying to stay calm. “Y/N look at me. Please.” You begrudgingly obliged to look at Light for the first time since he got home. “What’s wrong?” You stayed silent not sure you could speak without crying. Light came over and sat next to you on his bed. He took your hand in his and asked again, “What’s wrong”. That was the last straw you couldn’t stop the tears. “Sayu… she… she told me about Misa…I know I shouldn’t be upset I have no right to be jealous… but I am…because Light…I love you…” Light didn’t say anything at first but instead pulled you into a hug. “Y/N… I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.” Pulling back from the hug and wiping your tears you reply confused, “What do you mean? But Misa?” “Sayu was wrong, Misa is just some girl who is obsessed with me. The feelings are NOT reciprocated.” “Really?” “Yes, you’re the only one for me.” Before you could say more Light pulled you in for a kiss. It was better than you ever imagined. As you pulled away Light was quick to ask another question. “Is that why you stopped coming over and started avoiding me?” “…Yes… Sorry…” “Y/N, never do that again okay? I love you and ONLY you.” “I love you too.” You two decided to keep it just between you for a while (Lights idea of course, so he could use Misa though you didn’t know this). You were just happy to finally be together. If only you knew the whole truth and what was to come later.

**Authors Note: While writing a lot of lights lines I could hear ryuk laughing and commenting in my head like "you're the only one for me huh? pretty smooth" *laughs*

[erimeows]

Juxtaposition

You sneak out at midnight to go see the mysterious detective, otherwise known as L- or, as his subordinates call him, Ryuzaki. You prefer L. Something about it seems more casual, more intimate, more… Real.

It’s dark outside. You know your father, Soichiro Yagami, and your brother, Light Yagami, would be equally as pissed if they knew about this- your father for you sneaking out alone at night and your brother for you going to see L. Luckily, they don’t know about it. You’ve managed to keep your little affair with the world’s greatest detective a secret between the two of you. 

It’s not a long journey from your family home to the shitty apartment that L stays in downtown. You’d really prefer to drive your car, but you’d also hate for anyone to notice your car missing in the middle of the night and ask about it, hence why you leave your car, lock your bedroom door, and sneak out through the window every night to see L rather than the more practical idea of driving.

Part of you thinks you should move out to avoid your parents’ constant questions about your love life. It’s convenient to live with them while finishing your college degree, though, even if they are constantly comparing you to your genius little brother, Light. 

When you arrive at the apartment, the door isn’t unlocked for you, so you have to send L a text to let him know that you’re there (though you’re sure he already knows, as you sent him a text when you first left... That and the camera outside his apartment door is something he keeps a close eye on when he has spare time). 

You listen carefully for his footsteps, but as per usual, you can’t hear them. L walks as quietly as a lithe cat, soft and silent. You feel a single onyx eye on you through the one-way peephole at the top of the apartment door. That feeling is followed by the jiggling and unlocking of the regular lock, the deadbolt, and the pull lock that L keeps on his door for extra security. You also have to order the pin passcode he gave you on the keypad that’s adjacent to the doorway before he finally opens the door. 

You aren’t surprised when you walk in and see that L is still one hundred percent awake. You lock the mess of locks back shut behind you and turn to see him sat back down in that peculiar position of his in a rocking chair. All the lights are on, and on the end table to his left there’s a half-eaten plate of strawberries and shortbread cookies. L is as wasteful with food as ever, leaving the half of the strawberries closest to the stem uneaten. That fact doesn’t surprise you. 

You sigh and sit down in the chair across from L. The two of you stare at each other, onyx burning into (e/c). Then, he grabs one of the shortbread cookies from his plate and holds it out to you. You don’t have nearly the affinity for sweet foods that the detective does, but you take the cookie from him and eat it regardless because you know that’s his way of expressing what love he has for you. You shift awkwardly in the chair and watch him. It’s been hard for you to get away from your house lately, as your father and brother have been staying up later and later with all the Kira nonsense going on. It’s been a week since you’ve actually been able to see L one on one like this.

L’s nails are grown out longer than they should be, yet you can tell he’s been biting at them because of the chips and jagged pieces at the ends. His fluffy dark locks are clearly tangled and unwashed, and the shadowy bags under his eyes are even worse than usual. You know he hasn’t been taking care of himself without you there. Part of you is flattered that you’re the only one he’ll listen to about that sort of thing. The other part of you is worried about what will become of L once this whole Kira thing is over and he has to leave you. You wonder if he’ll continue treating himself like garbage for the sole purpose of devoting more time to his cases than to self-care. You’re sure he will. There’s no need to wonder, you think.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself since my last visit, have you?” You ask even though you already know the answer.

“Hm,” L responds. It’s not a ‘yes’ nor is it a ‘no’- he knows that you don’t need confirmation because you already know the answer. L’s feet are underneath him as are his knees, and his arms are wrapped around them. You can’t imagine the strain that puts on his leg muscles, but any time anyone else has asked about it, he seems rather annoyed and argues that it’s the only sitting position that allows his brain to work at its maximum capacity. So, he must be thinking about something. “What have your brother and your father been up to lately?”

“Nothing different than usual,” You answer with a small smile as you finish the cookie. You know he’s trying to change the subject from his terrible treatment of himself. You don’t allow it. “Now let’s get you a bath. I’m not cuddling with you tonight if you don’t, because I can smell you from here.”

L whines at that, to which you laugh. You imagine yourself telling stories to those you know about the famous detective acting like this; a whiny, petulant child. You know they wouldn’t believe you. 

“Fine,” L stands and stretches his arms upwards in a way that makes you suspect he’s been sitting in that same chair for hours on end without break.

You stand up as well. The two of you walk together to the bathroom. L shuts and locks the bathroom door behind both of you, then sits on the lid of the toilet. You plug the drain of the bathtub and start running ice cold water. You find it odd, but that’s what L claims to prefer; something about it helping him relax so he can focus. You add bubbles and bath salt, too. L says he doesn’t understand the point of them, that they’re a waste of money. You pay him no mind and add them anyway, because if you don’t force him into indulging in the small pleasures of life, who else will? God, what love does to people…

You shake your head and turn to see L chewing his nails once more. 

“Stop biting, L,” You sigh out.

He blushes, knowing he’s been caught, and snatches his fingers away from his mouth. To replace the nail-biting, he fidgets with his fingers instead. In the meantime, you drag the bathroom trash can in front of where L is sitting, find nail clippers, and trim his nails for him. 

“I don’t see why you go through the effort,” L breathes for what must be the millionth time since the two of you started doing this. How long has it been now? Months? It’s been at least a few months, you’re sure of it, but it feels like it’s been forever since this all started between you and the mysterious detective. “They’re just going to grow back.”

“I’m aware,” You grumble upon finishing his nails. You don’t stop, though, going for a bottle of detangler and a comb for his hair. L whines like a baby and pulls to and fro whenever you start combing the tangles out of his hair. He doesn’t tell you to stop, though, so you keep combing through it until you can run the comb through his now-silky black locks with no issue. The detangler is moist and fragrant, making L’s hair smell like roses. The scent doesn’t suit him, really, but you suppose it’s better than gnatty hair. “I just know it’s uncomfortable for you to have them too long and you won’t trim them yourself. Same with everything else I do for you, too.”

“Hm,” L doesn’t really respond, noncommittal and unreadable again.

The scary part of all of this is that even though L is the kind of man that most parents would hate to see dating their child, you love him anyway. You love him when he’s his tired, grumpy self and when he’s uncharacteristically humorous and affectionate. You love him even though you’ve known that he’s suspected Light as Kira from the start. You love him even though he’s mean to Misa and close comrades with your father. They all deserve it, anyway, you think. If L asked you to, you’d crash and burn along with him; and with how long this has been going on now, you probably will later down the line. You know that.

The bath water finishes running. You turn the faucet off and gesture for L to get in. He undresses in front of you shamelessly, removing his white thermal shirt, dark jeans, and boxers, and tossing them in the bathroom hamper. He steps into the water and sits down in that ridiculous crouching position of his. You settle on the edge of the bathtub and get to work by shampooing and conditioning L’s hair and scrubbing a soap-doused loofa up and down his body.

It’s silent, but not awkward. The silence is comfortable just as it always has been. You think about when this first started some months ago. A night spent with you helping L go over evidence on the Kira case turned into a night of hands accidentally brushing and eyes pouring into each other until he finally lost his composure and kissed you underneath the moonlight beaming in from the cracks in his living room blinds. You smile fondly at the thought as you finish washing him. His body is long and thin, perhaps a little too thin- not that you mind it. The fact that he’s so skinny with the junk he eats is amazing. Maybe the calories are truly consumed by the amount of brain power he uses, or maybe he has an amazing metabolism. 

“L… What’s your real name?” You ask even though you’re aware you won’t get a real answer.

“What, is Ryuzaki not convincing enough for you, (y/n)?”

“No, not really.”

You expect L to quip back with something clever or even downright rude. He doesn’t. For a moment, the calm facade slips enough for him to be vulnerable with you.

“I wish I could tell you my real name, I really do… But I can’t until Kira is apprehended. It’s not that I don’t trust you, (y/n), I just can’t take the risk. I’d hate to die before we have the opportunity to make this official.”

You love L, and L loves you. You know that. He may not say it with words, but he says it in the way he looks and smiles at you when no one else is paying attention. He says it in the food he offers you that you know he wouldn’t share with anyone else. He says it in how he kisses you, in how his hands rest on your hips, in how his arms wrap around your body and hold you close on nights like this. He says it in how he reaches out with his cold, damp hand and rests it on your cheek. 

“You really mean that?” You smile and lean into L’s touch as he runs his thumb over your cheekbone.

He nods, and to your surprise, says the words you’ve been waiting to hear since this started.

“I love you.”

You gulp and rush to respond.

“I-I love you, too, L.”

“Would you like to stay tonight?”

You blink at that. According to L, everyone is a suspect, it just so happens that different people have different likelihoods of being Kira that the detective measures with percentages you don’t quite understand. You and L both know that Kira has most likely found out about L investigating him and wants L dead because of it. No one who is a true suspect should be left around L, alone and sleeping and defenseless, even you. The risky offer makes your heart flutter.

“I would, but… What about my family? If they wake up in the morning and see that I’m not there…”

“Eh, just tell them you’re staying with a friend. You’re an adult, aren’t you?” L mutters and stands from the bath. Water drips down his lean body and back into the tub, which he’s pulled the drain plug to allow the water to drain. Your cheeks flush as you offer him a towel. “They really have no say in what you do. If it proves to be an issue, you can come stay here with me.”

“Is this some sort of sick joke?” You ask and step back so L can get out of the bath.

“No,” He answers with a shake of his head as he places his feet flat on the bathmat and looks you dead in the eye. “I’m serious. I’m feeling… Comfortable with you, if that makes sense. Not that I’ll sleep anyway, but I’d rather be awake with you here than awake by myself.”

“I see,” You nod and send your mother a text to let her know that you’re staying the night at a friend’s house tonight. “Then, sure, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

L doesn’t say anything back, but he doesn’t need to. He ties his towel around his waist, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his narrow chest. You let out a sigh of relief and snuggle into the touch, already enjoying the home you’ve found in his arms more than you’ve ever enjoyed your parents’ home.

[13eyond13]

hello — do you have any death note fic recs that occur in the canon universe? they don’t necessarily need to be canon compliant, and i’d specifically prefer gen or lawlight. thank you so much :) your blog’s really fun to scroll through whilst putting off doing assignments

Aw, thank you anon! I quite like scrolling through my own blog too lol

And you got it, pal. I'd say it's about time I dust off my rusty fic recommending skills (I haven't been reading fanfiction regularly since probably about 2018, so these recs are not going to be the newest of the new, jsyk)...

Also, I'm ASSUMING this is the same anon who asked recently for fics a bit similar to

(X) Nights - youremyqueen [E, 400k+ words] L imprisons Light and then Light imprisons L and then L imprisons Light again. Sometimes they have sex, too.

? If not please forgive me, because I also used that as a guide when picking out these recs.

Also most of these recs are explicit and many of them are dark, so please check the tags and content warnings on the fics before reading them, just in case there's anything listed there that might be a dealbreaker for you! Should go without saying, but it's entirely on YOU if you end up reading something you're not comfortable with linked here, dear reader(s)...

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CANON UNIVERSE + LAWLIGHT FIC RECS

SOME YOTSUBA ARC PWP ONE-SHOTS:

(X) Slap Fight - Shipaholic [E, 2k words] L makes a request. It gets out of hand. -(the girls are fiiiiighting...) (X) Love is an Open Door in My Ass - Shipaholic [E, 4k words] Matsuda gets very excited about an email forward. The task force despairs. -(technically meant to be taking place in the dramaverse, but you can easily imagine it as the anime/manga characters too. Rough sex but done with a lighter/softer tone) (X) Losing - Twyd [E, 2k words] L knows what losing feels like. -(depression!L is having a bit of a bad time... this writer makes L so quiet and sad and cute, and even though that's not often my cup of tea I still love everything they write) (X) Tresemme - Twyd [M, 2k words] L x Light slash. Set when they are handcuffed. Light just wishes L would dry his hair properly. He takes matters into his own hands. -(understated bittersweet fluff-smut) (X) Brilliant Bodies Disintegrate - Tartpants [E, 5k words] "L gives Light flesh made fact. L is the wayward flock for him to tend -- he’s Lucifer, the dawn-bringer, delivering light back to Light. Put bluntly, L’s the one who keeps shit interesting." -(L keeps being a big ho and making Light jealous on purpose to goad him into some rough sex-having, basically? Good if you liked that aspect of Nights...) (X)Trash Note - Tartpants [E, 3k words] "The character whose name is written in this note shall obey the writer’s every trash whim, no matter how out-of-character, preposterous, unsavory, carnal, humiliating, or cracktastic." -(if you ever want some goofy handcuffs smut that isn't taking itself too seriously at some point...)

SOME LONGER CANON UNIVERSE + LAWLIGHT FICS:

(X) Coexistence is Boredom - Sakurazukamori6 [M, 232k words] A new deathnote. A new plan for world sanctity. And an entirely misled Catholic clergy. Raito and L take their respective places on the sides of their own justice. A final battle waged in the Garden of Eden. -(This was my very fave Lawlight fic back in the 2000s, and a lot of it still holds up for me now and has a very special place in my heart even though it never actually got finished. I just love how L and Light and all the other characters are written in it, and appreciate that it can be angsty and suspenseful while still being funny and kinda lighter in tone for a canon universe Lawlight fic - it frequently makes me lol when I'm reading it. From what I remember it was the first fic that convinced me they'd potentially make a good couple beyond just unresolved sexual tension, too) (X) The Lies of Light Yagami - Kildeer [E, 38k words] “You’re pretty good Light, but I don’t see how you could hurt someone more with love than with death.” It was Light’s turn to smile as he leaned back in his chair. “Well then Ryuk, prepare yourself for a good show.” -(a bunch of missing scenes from the canon storyline, mostly smut. Very angsty and well done) (X) A Tithe to Hell - Aja [E, 34k words] Light has thirteen days to find out how it will feel--not just to kill, but to destroy. -(considered a fandom classic. I remember finding it intense and well-written, and that it also has a few interesting twists and turns) (X) Between the Black and White - Serria [M, 103k words] When L captures Light, he finds himself unwilling to relinquish his kindred spirit to the police, and instead has other plans to make Kira atone for his crimes. But the saga of Shinigami, genius intellect and old memories - BB - has only just begun. -(I haven't read it since it was new, and I don't think it ever got finished, but I remember this one being my fave of Serria's fics back in the day when I was a very fussy reader and only wanted to read fics set in the canon universe. Serria wrote a lot of great early Lawlight fics, and was my first friend in the fandom back in 2008 as well!) (X) A Cure for Love - halfpromise [M, 230k words] Light and L fall in love during the Yotsuba arc and Light's master plan is derailed when an assassin steals the Death Note. The threat of Kira is dwarfed when Kira's powers seem to have fallen into the hands of a terrorist organization known as Astraea and Light and L are united to find the culprit, but for how long... -(you've heard of the legendary Hinterland Doctrine fic series, now get ready for what I believe is halfpromise's very first fic? I don't think I actually read this whole thing so I don't know if it's finished, but I remember finding it fun to read her take on the canon characters too, and that what I did read had a pretty interesting plot and at times was quite funny as well)

[amaya-writes]

hi, amaya!! :3 may i ask for a fluffy L x reader where the reader gives him a back massage? cuz there's no way his back doesn't hurt with the way he seats/walks. (o_o)

Notes: gah this was such a cute idea i couldn't help but write it before some of my other reqs I've never given or received a back massage so i didn't really know hwo to write the actual massage bits. 😭😩 but i hope this was fine

Warnings: n/a just pure fluff

Characters involved: L Lawliet

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Your arms almost automatically wound around his waist as you sat down on the couch beside L, with your chin coming to rest on his shoulder even as you felt his body stiffen below your hold.

"I'm working."

Even if he tried to sound stern, you could all but hear the blush in his voice as L continued fiddling with the sheets before him.

"You've been working all day."

He hummed at that but chose not to do anything else to acknowledge your words.

The sound of his silence had you letting out a sigh as you buried your face into his neck and tried to use your proximity to distract him from his work.

"C'mon baby, you're going to break your back if you keep on slouching like this for hours on end."

"Scientifically speaking, that is all but impossible."

You let out a small huff at his words, but were quick to swap out your annoyance for curiosity as an idea popped into your head.

L wasn't really one for physical affection, but over time he had come to get used to your touch. However, one thing he definitely wasn't used to was the feeling of your hands trailing over his shoulders and then moving down to his back, applying slight pressure as you went.

"What are you doing?"

You shrugged at that, paying no mind to his evident curiosity as you instead focused on massaging his back, or at least trying to.

"I told you, working like this for so long isn't good for your back."

You continued gently pressing down on his back and shoulders as you spoke, but were quick to come to a stop the second you felt him move away.

For a second you couldn't help but wonder whether you had done something wrong, but your worries were quickly quelled as you watched L set down his paperwork and return to your side.

"I suppose I could take a break for a while-"

he finally turned to you then, with a soft smile ghosting over his lips as he shifted his position to lean more towards you rather than the back of the couch.

"-But only if you continue for a bit."

You giggled at his request but chose to oblige as you once again let your hands trail over his back, this time with warmth pooling in your stomach as you realised L Lawliet had just given you permission to take care of him, something he up until recently only reserved for Watari.

[happiest-jade]

🖤 Quiet conversation in a hotel room 🖤 L fiction, mostly fluff.

ᴀ/ɴ: ʏ/ɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʟ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʟ ꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ, ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʀᴀ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ. ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜ. ✦༝┉┉┉┉┉˚**.☣ ♡ ☣.**˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✦ "So... is Kira truly gone?" you ask, as you stare at the Television in the hotel room -- pitch darkness save for the bright outline of the curtains due to the midday sun.

Both you and L sat on the bed. You perched on the edge, closer to the TV, while L sat toward the headboard, in his usual, crouched position, as he stared at his laptop.

"Seems so.... though, who knows with the Shinigami.... Light-kun... though...."

You let out a heavy breath, "Heard about Misa-misa?"

"Yes, Y/N... she... wasn't bad, honestly...." You plop onto the bed, back hitting the mattress, "So I gathered." Really, there were days L wouldn't stop talking about his adventures in the kira-case -- including when he had to hand-cuff himself to Light-kun (for which you teased him, obviously) You and L got together during the Kira investigation. Of course, you were a well-kept secret. Not that you minded living in the shadows. Plus, there wasn't a single dull day with L in your life -- whether close or afar.

One rainy night, he came back, drenched, frazzled. Odd, since the Kira investigation kept him at HQ most of the time -- especially at this hour. "Lawliet, babe..." you asked, "What's wrong...?"

"I'm going to die soon.... Y/N." he said, his eyes mournful. "NO." of course this upset you. This was L. He was one of the greatest minds out there. Maybe there were God's of death -- seeing as Lawliet was the sanest person you knew.... and he said he'd seen one.... that put things in a different light of course.

No, there had to be a way.

That night, after many silent conversations, came the plan to let this investigation go. Light was Kira, but there was no proof. But the biggest advantage would be to let Kira think his most admirable foe was gone. Especially with B.... You had no idea of this almost-psycho who was a mass murderer, and to-be successor of L.... Beyond Birthday was even a possibility. But he was. In some prison somewhere, and could be transported, to be used as L's replacement in the coming days. Who's legal name could be changed.... So, in the present day, as you lay on the bed, with L's beating heart next you, solving a case, which he estimated would take him, "no more than 2 hours Y/N," L was still alive, and Kira, as the world knew was gone. Or rather, Light was. It was quite dark, indeed.

But night does end, and dawn does break. "Thinking about something, Sweet-cake?" asks L, in his monotone, but you could hear the warmth in it. "Do you think Light-kun was.... do you think you could ever have had an actual friend in Light-kun.... L?"

You heard the muffled sound of the laptop close, so you got up to turn around to look at him. Making eye-contact with the sad eyes of the detective. "Who said we weren't friends? Light-kun.... was the only friend I ever had. We're quite similar... too bad... there was such an evil force which made him go the way he did." You smiled, softly. "I'm glad you're alive, though." He smiled back, "I know, I'm glad you never left Y/N."

𝔏𝔞 𝔣𝔦𝔫

[ilovekazuhaa]

updated: about me!

hey friends!! my name is isabella but you can call me isa :) my pronouns are she/her and i’m from the U.S!! i’ve been posting on this blog for a good while now and i’m ready to open my writing to other things!!! Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing for Encanto but I want to broaden my writing too.

continue reading below for more info!

I will now accept requests for:

Encanto

Turning Red

Genshin Impact

Attack on Titan

Hunter x Hunter

Fruits basket

Fairy tail

Jujutsu Kaisen

Death note

Demon Slayer

Coco

Rapunzel

(more details about which characters i’m writing for below)

Some things you should know:

I write for what i’m obsessed with at the moment, so new things could be added anytime.

I’ll still be doing x reader, head cannons, and one shots!!

I’m open to doing any genres such as hurt/comfort, fluff, or angst. You name it!!

I’m also open to writing smut/NSFW now. I haven’t attempted it, but i’m down to try! If you request it i’ll try my best to write it well :)) just know it won’t be perfect

Some things I won’t do:

I won’t be writing anything inappropriate such as incest, pedophilia, rape, etc.

Yandere is something that I don’t think my writing style fits either so I won’t be doing it.

I won’t be writing for ships that make absolutely no sense. The two people have to have some sort of obvious romantic attraction to each other if you want me to write them.

For Encanto:

I’ll still be taking both romantic/platonic requests for Julieta and Pepa :’) along with Mirabel and Isabela!

I’m still accepting only platonic requests for luisa, dolores, camilo, and antonio.

If any of you have personal head cannons, like camilo and antonio trying to steal arepas and getting caught by julieta, that’s fine too. (every request doesn’t have to have a reader involved)

For Turning Red:

I’ll be taking romantic/platonic requests for ming because yes

And i’ll be taking platonic requests for mei mei, abby, miriam, and priya. (will most likely write them together with reader)

For Genshin Impact:

I’ll take romantic/platonic requests for kazuha (the name of inspiration for this blog), childe, xiao, diluc, zhongli, ayato, yae miko, raiden shogun/ei, eula, keqing, ningguang, beidou, hu tao, shenhe, yoimiya, and ayaka.

I’ll also do ships from the game for ex. yae miko and ei or ningguang and beidou. I won’t be doing any minors with adults or just weird ships in general that don’t make sense.

For Attack on Titan:

I will take romantic/platonic requests for armin, jean, levi, hange, eren, pieck, and mikasa.

I will take only platonic requests for connie and sasha.

For Hunter x Hunter:

I will take romantic/platonic requests for kurapika, hisoka, feitan, machi, and chrollo.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for gon and killua.

For Fruits Basket:

I’ll be taking romantic/platonic requests for shigure, hatori, ayame, yuki, and haru.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for tohru, hanajima, uotani, and momiji.

You can also request things for certain ships as well for ex. tohru and kyo

For Fairy Tail:

I can take platonic/romantic requests for erza, lucy, loke, juvia, and gray.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for natsu and wendy :p

For Jujustu Kaisen:

I’m taking platonic/romantic requests for nanami, gojo, maki, inumaki, itadori, and megumi.

For Deathnote:

I’ll be taking platonic/romantic requests for L and Light.

And i’ll only be taking platonic requests for misa :))

For Demon Slayer:

I’m taking romantic/platonic requests for uzui tengen, giyu, rengoku, muichuro, mitsuri, and shinobu.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for tanjiro, nezuko, zenistu, inosuke, and kanao.

If you want certain ships to be written about without a reader ex. tanjiro and kanao or shinobu and giyu that’s fine too.

For Coco:

Romantic requests for Mama Imelda. That’s all.

For Rapunzel:

Romantic requests for Mother Gothel and Queen Arianna bc they’re hot and I said so.

and that’s it!! if you have any questions or just want to talk, dm me :))

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hii Ophe I hope you're feeling better can I ask how YOU think L would act on a pot gummy? ( it does not have to be a long thing) thxxxx kisses!!!!!!

Okay l would either do A; silent. just complete and total silence. No amount of poking, prodding or begging can get this man to speak or B; So much words. Word tornado. Word vomit. He cannot stop talking for the life of him.

A looks like this;

"L? Honey? L? Babe?" You're poking his cheeks, pulling them like a grandma would and pushing them back to make his lips pucker. He looks fine, audibly breathing but when you look at his eyes it's clear no one is home. The lights are on, he's blinking with a dopey smile and rubbing the hem of his shirt to enjoy the sensation of the soft fabric but literally no one is home.

"L? Sweetheart, talk to me. Are you greening out?" You shake his heads in your hands, trying to jiggle some sense back into your lover but his face remains void of any intelligence that suggests human life.

Eventually you give up and drop it but you continue to look over and check on him. He's unraveled himself from his usual posture and is laying like a snow angel on the carpet. You put a water bottle next to him and sometime in the next ten minutes, it slowly depletes.

You decide this is a pretty good reaction to trying weed for the first time, especially for L and just give him a gentle smooch on the cheek. You ruffle his hair a bit and make sure to place snacks next to him and when he reaches for one you lift his neck up and place his head in your lap so he doesn’t choke.

B is a bit more chaos;

He hadn’t stopped talking about sharks in ten minutes. Ten minutes of “Sharks can loose 35,000 teeth in their lifetime” and “The cookiecutter shark is very complex because..” and you’re really starting to loose it.

You know he’s smart and you really love his big brain but you didn’t realize how much of it was pumped up with shark facts. You didn’t even realize he liked sharks that much.

You hand him a water bottle because his voice has become raspy and he attempts to continue talking while drinking water, resulting in a coughing fit.

You rub his back and pat it as he chokes out, “While sharks are mainly carnivores, the whale shark is actually an omnivore.”

Once he’s done talking about sharks, and no I don’t mean he’s said all he can I mean you distracted him into a different conversation, he just rambles on and on and on about varying things. He talks about the dangers of elevators and the color purple’s meaning and so much other shit that you eventually tune him out and try to enjoy your own high.

Unfortunately when you get the munchies and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to leave him in your shared bedroom, he follows and you realize constant background noise isn’t something you can avoid.

When he finally wears himself out enough a yawn replaces a fun fact every few minutes, you happily drag him to bed and tuck him in. He mumbles nonsense, tells you he loves you to which you kiss his forehead and then tells you to make sure you put your seatbelt on before falling into snores. You set up your laptop beside him and enjoy your favorite show, occasionally glancing at your snoozing boyfriend and finally enjoying being at peace.

And when you bring up later that you didn’t realize he harbored such an affection for sharks, he gives you a strange look and says he doesn’t, sharks are boring.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hey girl could i get L x pregnant wife reader? like they pregnant with his kid, i don't even want kids but i got hella baby fever 😭

babydoll of course!!! this it literally me when i’m like kids? in this economy? oh but their giggles and the shoes and awwwwwwww

Even though L knows the facts and has already done extensive research on pregnancy and things to do with it, this is one of the only times you can catch him re-doing it.

He’s searching up which chemicals balance your hormones, how quickly children’s feet grow, what natural supplements help with nausea. He knows a lot of the information that he gets provided but it feels nice to just be sure he’s doing it right.

He has no fucking idea what he’s doing. He’s scared that he’ll be a bad father, he’ll be a bad lover to you and that somehow, somewhere along the way, he’ll damage his kid.

So he’s double checking the labels on everything you eat, stacking pillows when you can’t massage you and always, always making sure you feel okay. He’s doing all he can right now to be the best he can be. The slightest twitch of your cheek or murmured groan and he’s dropping his work like it’s a overheated Hot Pocket and rushing over to you.

“Are your feet sore? Is your stomach feeling better? Did you drink the citrus herbal tea Watari left out for you?”

“Babe, babe! I’m fine, it’s just my back. This thing is getting heavy.” You laugh and tap your belly softly with your knuckles.

“Would you like a massage?”

You kiss both his cheeks then his lips. “Go back to work, I’m fine. Go save the world! We’ll be okay, I promise.” and with that, you waddle out of there in the fuzzy slippers he bought you, leaving a dopey grin on his face.

You’re completely unaware that you’re his world. His strong moral code and sense of justice and ego and all of that aside, you’re the most important thing to him and some billionaire getting burglarized could never matter as much as your comfort.

And even though he knows that the baby probably can’t hear him, he still talks to them all the time. His hands cradle your tummy, his eyes wide and watching for any sign of a kick as he recites poetry. He never says anything negative around you anymore because what if his baby can hear?

He speaks only of the goodness he fights for on the daily. He holds your belly and murmurs about love, laughter, good cake, dancing, sunshine, family, warm baths. He dotes on both of you, completely wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t obvious before you got pregnant, the amount of love he holds for you sure is now. He just needs you to be okay and happy because if you are, he is.

Sure, L is a busy guy and sometimes his work distanced him from his relationships but if he had to retire right now and hand over the L legacy to Near, he would do it in a heartbeat just to be with you and his lovely baby.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Ello! Could you do one of the following? ok so either: an nsfw with like a sub!L with like kind of like- overstim themes or maybe bondage

or: maybe a more wholesome one, where L is like maybe feeling insecure about something or like a case or just mentally exhausted and reader decides to hype him up verbally and physically

btw sorry if this feels too formal- I’m trying to write this super quick!

~🐹

Hi friend! I think I'm going to go with the second option because I'm feeling particularly emotional tonight lol. Thanks so much for the submission!<33

While you're very aware your boyfriend is a dramatic creature, his incessant sighing this evening is too much even for him.

"L," You start as he sighs again with hands hovering over his keyboard, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright..." He said, distractedly and you watch as he deletes and entire paragraph.

Reaching over from where you're sitting next to him, you peel his hands off his computer and direct his attention towards you. "No, you're not. You've been sighing all evening and nearly biting a hole through your thumb."

He looks down at the teeth indents in his nail and bites his lips. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

His voice cracks through muffled groan and he drops his head. "Not particularly."

"Well, you're going to tell me anyways before I go all Watari on your ass and remove all your sweets."

He looks up at that and meets your eyes. For a second you think he's not going to tell you and then he sighs again and starts. "I don't know if I'm as intelligent or capable as I perviously thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that... maybe I can't solve every case. Maybe I'm not the greatest detective. Maybe I'm not even one of the greats."

At that you let out a small giggle. "You, L, my boyfriend, smartest man alive? Darling if you're not capable, there's no hope for the rest of us. You are the greatest of all of us. And even if you can't solve every case, you inspire the world to be better." You smile reassuringly and L's shoulder's ease a little.

"But what if I come across a case I can't solve? A man I can't put away?"

"Well then... something supernatural would have to be intervening." L chuckles and shakes his head lightly and you squeeze his hands to make him look at you, "But in all seriousness, my dear, if that were to happen, guess what else would? The world would keep spinning. Life would go on. Limits don't make you stoppable, they make you human."

L nodded and a little brightness returned to his being. "And I promise you, if you're stuck on a case and nothing seems to make sense, take a god damn nap. It will make thinking a lot easier."

L really laughed at that, one of those carefree, joyful laughs that made you laugh too. Then you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair.

"But seriously, you can solve any case if you put your mind to it. I swear to god it's true."

L gave you smile and then his face changed. His jaw slacked, eyes widened and his cheeks twitched. "God! It's god!" He cried and turned to his computer with renewed rigor.

"His motive... Religion... zealot.." L murmured to himself as he typed with excitement flowing through out his body. You chuckled and patted him on the back as you stood up.

It seemed crazy to you that L would ever think he couldn't solve a case, has he met himself? Too smart for anyone... except maybe god.

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L strikes me as someone who has trouble sleeping (obviously) so after working really late into the night he would walk from his desk to your room and just tap on your head and ask if he can sleep in your room just because he finds your presence comforting

He knows you’re close but he doesn’t know if you’re that close. Honestly, you’re the first real friend he’s ever had and he doesn’t really understand the invisible rules of friendship.

He gets in your face, fixes your lopsided shirt and constantly plucks candy from your hands. I. return, you drag a finger along your lip and smear lipstick on his cheeks, ruffle his hair and “manhandle” him wherever he’s walking, pushing and pulling him every which way.

Neither one of you have very defined physical boundaries and neither one of you mind very much, even if your mouth-breathing on his neck gets annoying sometimes.

Today, you’d been particularly impressive with how much you’d provoked him. You’d taken a nap on his shoulder, which wouldn’t have bothered him so much except your drool traveled all the way from his collarbones to his crotch. You licked your hand and pushed his face away with it. You knocked over his marshmallow tower and worst of all, you ate the last slice of Ultimate Triple Double-Layered Chocolate Cake.

Despite all of this, when you yawned and hugged him goodnight, his mood dropped as you dramatically sashayed away. Light made a comment about finally being able to focus but L’s eyes followed you sadly as you ran into the door and cursed under your breath.

2 hours later, you were snoozing away in your room, one sock on and a baggy t-shirt halfway up your torso as your legs sag over the bed. Light has gone to bed and L’s brain just wouldn’t turn off no matter how hard he tried.

You rolled over and about tumbled over the edge of your mattress, your right foot stuck in blankets the only thing preventing it. L chuckled to himself.

You looked warm. The smooth expanse of your stomach looked soft. The little breathy gasps coming out of your mouth and the flayed out mess of your hair, he noted every detail of your sleeping form.

Then he stood up. He made his way up the elevator, down the hall and found himself at your door. He didn’t want to wake you but out of habit, his knuckles tapped lightly on the wood anyway.

Silence but the sound of your breathing from within. L pushed the door open. Closed it. Softly padded over to your low bed.

Then he knocked on your forehead. Gently but nonetheless knocking like he wanted to be let into your mind.

“Y/n… Y/n…”

“Mmmmm…”

“Y/n…” He said a bit more urgently, a whisper yell.

“Mmmm.. wh-what..?” Your eyes were still closed and he was still knocking.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“What?” You made a confused face and blinked a few times.

“In your bed, can I sleep with you?”

“That doesn’t make it any better… You want to have sex with me?” You mumble and plant a hand to sit up on, pushing your face into his as you yawn the sleep away.

“No, not sexual intercourse! I just-… Can I sleep beside you?” He rephrased quickly, his panicked whispers hot on your face.

You grunted and reached up to fist his collar. With another yawn and a groan, you tugged his body down to the bed with shocking strength. He landed above you and bounced a little on the bed.

He was about to say something really smart like “Uh nuh” when you shoved him to the side and he landed on his back. Your bed was really warm and so were you, his hand was draped over your waist still and he sighed breathily.

L felt a lot of things currently. He felt hot, like really hot and nervous. He felt comfortable, because both your bed and you were way softer than he imagined. He felt intrusive, like he wondered into one of your intimate dreams and become a mismatched part of it. And he felt so, so happy.

He shifted a little closer to you, his thighs touching the back of yours and he breathed in the scent of your hair. He felt your heartbeat with his right hand still on your torso, he felt your breathing too. Then he realized you’d fallen back asleep, your airy snores resumed easily.

His hand twitched and he held you a little tighter. He was allowed into this good, comfortable moment. He was going to enjoy this good, comfortable moment because he knew this was the only time he’d ever have it, just as it is.

You smelled good. You moved and his hands were full of beautiful goodness. You were close. His nose on your neck, his eyes searching for your face in the unforgiving dark and his lips puffing out pathetic whimpers.

L eventually fell asleep eternally grateful for this gift from the universe; a gift of a moment with someone he didn’t deserve. He would clutch and have this moment for all it’s worth, he would have you for all you’d give him.

The next morning, you noticed the back of your shirt was wet and the front of it was balled tightly in scared, gentle hands.

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Omg a cute L POV where reader is part of the Yagami family and there comes the time when the cameras are put in the house . So L is surveying reader and sees her secretly smoke at night and put on music and start dancing by herself . He finds it endearing and attractive and begins to like her .

I love how you write fluff ❤️

Thank you so much, lovely! This is adorable and I really want to do it justice so I hope you like it :)

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Justice can get really boring. Being the world’s greatest detective may seem like an exhilarating and rewarding job but most of the time, it’s paperwork and surveillance and more paperwork.

Right now, L was bored out of his mind. Watching Light study and giggle to himself as he wrote down math answers orwatching Sayu squeal at grown idols on the TV was not very entertaining.

The only person in the Yagami household that was relatively interesting was Y/n Yagami, but half of the time she was out with her friends. When she was at the house, it was between the late hours of 10pm and 6am, and she would be sleeping like a normal person.

Tonight was a Thursday. Usually, you would be out at your friend’s house or seeing a film but you were tired of the drama in your friend group and decided to stay home. College was exhausting anyway, and listening to Kami rant about another failed date was not something you wanted to do.

So for a few hours, you’d read some of your favorite book series, rearranged your desk, took down posters, put the same posters up again and laid down on the floor. It was obvious you were nearly as bored as L was.

At about 1:37 in the morning, you pick up your phone and text someone. At about 2:04 in the morning, you slide out your window and grab something from a car that stopped outside. At about 2:16 in the morning, you’d changed into a T-shirt and boyshorts and propped open a window.

You lit and inhaled a poorly-rolled blunt, huffing out the window with a stupid smile. You turned to your old cd player that sat next to you on the window ledge and popped in your City to City Gerry Rafferty album. You skipped a couple songs and found Right Down the Line.

You unfold your legs, rising from your seat and swaying your hips as you hum. The music fills the small, quiet room, spilling out of corners and overflowing when it hits your roof. You tap the lit blunt on the edge of your window as you go, watching the ashes fall out like snow. They drift away like forgotten memories, stars that fade into the sidewalk and street.

The song reaches your favorite part and your lungs taste the distinctive warmth again as you inhale. You exhale in the form of the lyrics, raspy at first. It’s decently loud because of how low the music is playing, they flow out like water in a stream of smoke.

L watches entranced, his heart swells with every spin on your socked toes, every inhale on a smooth hand and every jut of your shoulders and hips. Your hair spills over your body as you move, and it’s not graceful, infact it’s jerky and unstable and you might fall at any moment.

But you look ethereal. Your eyes flicker closed and open through your dance, there’s a soft smile that plays on your lips who surround the blunt that’s now died to merely a stub. You notice a moments later, when your hands travel from your thighs to your torso and feel you up aimlessly.

Flicking it out the window, you run your fingers across your body one last time and collapse on your bed. You shirt comes up to right under your chest and you stare at your ceiling longingly. L’s heart skips a beat when your eyes meet a camera and narrow. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your glare, even if he knows it’s not really directed at him.

Thankfully, you shake your head and let it fall to the duvet softly. Your hair spreads out around your head like a mermaid, and your stupid grin comes back. L thinks you look stunning.

When your hips continue to gently move against your mattress, L grows a smile to match yours. You look cute like that. Really cute. And he really wouldn’t mind seeing you in person.

He discards that thought but it lingers anyway, right next to your knowing eyes that shine when they catch the glint of a camera lens.

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Hey ophe! Hope ur day has gone well so far! could I request a fluffy hurt/comfort short-story/blurb for L where Reader is like really stressed because of something and starts like self-deprecating I guess and L is basically like “You dare say that about the love of my life?” Type of thing and like reassures the, or something? Idk if u really do that type of writing so no pressure! 😊

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I absolutely write this stuff, hurt/comfort is my life rn! This is completely inspired by the fact I couldn’t get my shoe off and today was a ruffff day.

The slam of the door shocked L out of his trance. The gentle re-open and close of it told him it was you disturbing his peace.

He heard a small sigh and a puff of the mattress as you flung yourself on it. Turning his head over his shoulder like an owl, L noted your distressed expression as you sat up and struggled with the straps of your shoes.

“My love, are you alright?” He got a weary grunt as a response.

Powering down his laptop, he stood and made his way over to your body.

“Y/n?” Suddenly you made a noise of rage and struggled with the straps harder, fingers shaking as you desperately tried to rip the shoes off your feet.

L’s hands found yours on top of the black wedges and you stopped, dropping your head and staring at your lap. He kneeled in front of you and searched for your expression under your hair but found none.

Gently, as if scared to hurt you, L began to undo the straps. Slowly, he pulled your foot out of the shoe and set it aside then moved onto the next. Once both your shoes were off, L’s hands moved lovingly on your feet, easing some of the ache of the day.

“Would you mind telling me what happened?” His voice was small but not because he was intimidated, he wanted to be careful with you.

Your eyes met his as his hands worked to massage your pain away.

“I… Why don’t people like me? Or talk to me? Or want me?” You looked so hopeless and pitiful L felt his heart lurch in his chest.

“People like you.” He assured you with as much conviction he could muster, “I like you. Watari likes you. I want you.” He added the last part as if it wasn’t obvious by the way he was looking at you.

You huffed miserably. “You’re my boyfriend, he’s basically your dad. That doesn’t really count, I’d be worried if you didn’t like me.”

L paused for a second then moved his hands up to your calves. “Who doesn’t like you?”

“Everyone.”

L shook his head lightly. “You can do better than that, my love. Be specific.”

“I don’t know! People, everywhere. My parents, my family, my friends. It feels like no matter what I do, nobody really likes me or cares about me.” You dropped your head and glared at the roses on your skirt with so much anger, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they had killed your firstborn.

“I don’t have much expertise with parents or family,” L admitted, “But I do know that your friends wouldn’t be friends with you if they didn’t like you. People can be cruel and it hurts, but most of the time it’s not personal. When it is personal, it’s misdirected or exaggerated and even if you made a mistake, but you deserve to know how to fix it without harsh treatment.”

You looked at your boyfriend. His hands tucked underneath your knees and he gave you a feeble smile.

“You’re really wise, you know that?”

“I would hope so, otherwise I would need a new occupation.”

You giggled softly but it faded to a dull grimace. “It’s hard, L. I seem to always be doing something wrong. People seem to hate me upon meeting me and even when they do warm up to me, one wrong thing and i’m back at square one. I wish I could be one of those easy, pretty girls everybody liked.”

L fingers tightened and you made a curious face. For a second, pain flashed across his face, as if the thought of you insulting yourself physically ailed him.

“You are pretty. You are beautiful. And you are easy for the people who matter. Why do you want everybody to like you? You don’t even like everybody.”

You laughed. It was full and real and it filled the room as yours always does. L hadn’t realized how grim the room felt without your joy until the color returned to the wallpaper as your chuckles bounced off it.

“You’re right. I guess I just feel wrong around people who aren’t you or close friends, like the odd man out.”

L nodded, he understood better than anyone.

“Well, I like you odd. Anyone who doesn’t like you doesn’t deserve to know all the things about you that are worth loving.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like the way your hair looks in the morning. Or the way you giggle when you’re caught doing something mischievous. Or how kind you can be when someone is hurting. You are worth all the oddness and the wrongness to me because you never felt wrong, you simply felt unknown.”

L paused, his words sunk in and made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He continued, “If people judge you as soon as they meet you, they don’t deserve to have those good things from you. The good people, the ones who matter will let you be unknown and will be grateful to love you soon after. And you,” He poked you in the belly and you laughed,” You are goodness. If you feel wrong around certain people, it’s not you that is wrong, it’s a sign these people aren’t right for your happiness.”

Your eyes were over pouring with appreciation and gratitude. For a moment, they looked golden in the dim light of the reflected sunset and L saw your usual brightness in them. The butterflies in his stomach were doing flips.

“Okay… okay.” You agreed and tugged him up to you by his arms, “You’re right. And you’re good for my happiness. I’m so glad you met me.”

L’s lips curled and his cheeks pushed his eye-bags up as he grinned like a goof. “I’m so glad you didn’t judge me upon meeting me at first either. Who would’ve thought a giant bear costume would gain me a girlfriend one day?”

You laughed and kissed him until his lips were red. “It was a cute look on you, though really a panda fits you a little better.”

“A panda is a bear.” He murmured into your laughing lips.

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Chapter One; Pilot

Not Your Life To Stake

December Fourth, 2003.

In this report is the account of the Kira case from the perspective of the lead detective's assistant. I was hired for reasons unknown to me by a dear friend of mine 7 weeks before Kira began killing. If this report is to end suddenly, I have most likely been murdered. In which case, this report should fall into the hands of the children of Wammy's.

My name is Y/n L/n, born female and 23 upon hire. I had no next of kin at the time. I will be your guide through the Kira case. For context, my alias of the time being was A/n.

As long as I remain alive, I pray no one must inherit this document for you'd have the responsibility to finish this case.

To my dearest, Wammy. I know that if I'm to pass, this information will fall into your hands, but in the case we are in now there is a possibility that if I am to die, you will as well.

Rest well, my friend. From one liar to another, I’ll see you in hell.

...

The door creaks open behind him, a sign his young assistant is back with his request. Sure enough, Y/n's smooth voice breaks the silence.

"I've brought your cake, sir. Is there anything else you'd like before I retire for the day?"

L acknowledges the question without turning to face her with a raise of his hand, a small gesture she'd gotten used to and she places the dessert in his palm.

"No, I don't believe so... Actually, I believe the ICPO has faxed over their requests for the new case. Will you put the papers on my bed?"

A rhetorical question, of course. No matter how kindly he asked, which wasn't very much, she was required to do whatever he pleased within moral and inexpensive legal boundaries.

Striding over to the fax machine and picking up the documents, Y/n left the room and went to place the papers on the front of his bed. Noticing the mess of sheets, she sighed and and set the papers on the floor before leaning over and remaking the blanketed mattress. Once finished, she moved the papers on the bed and came back into the main room.

As she picked up and laced her shoes, she watched L work. From where she was standing, she could only see his slouched back, spine slightly protruding through the white material of his shirt.

She had a sudden urge come to her, to hold him in her arms and to see if she could count and trace each vertebrae. And if she were to hold him, Y/n would start from his long, dark locks and slowly work her way down his back, softly massaging his bones. Realizing her highly-inappropriate train of thought, she quickly spoke her goodbyes for the night and left the room without another word.

As Y/n's feet carried her to her own assigned hotel room, L thought of her too. Watari had told him he needed social practice and someone to take care of him. L argued that he had Watari for both of those things but Watari dismissed him, saying he wasn't always going to be around to help. He had reassured L that Y/n was a close friend of his and she was a wonderful, bright woman and L had reluctantly agreed to her paid presence.

In all honesty, he had expected an elderly woman around Watari's age. That was the first time his speculations about Y/n were wrong. Upon introduction, L had barely spoken, simply taking in her youthful features. In hindsight, it was an awkward meeting but nonetheless, Y/n treated him with grace and didn't mind his poor manners.

She was quite beautiful and quite kind, always offering to do more work. It felt nice, a beautiful woman as she taking care of him and assisting him on cases. She smelled of strawberries and new books and whenever she came close enough to hand him something, he caught a whiff of the comforting scent.

All of this aside, L didn't like Y/n. He had no information on her, no last name, age or birthday. He had no idea who she was outside of work and something about not having that information rubbed him the wrong way. Without an upper hand, an advantage, she was an equal and that was unacceptable. So, he came to the conclusion that his feelings of hatred were for her, not his lack of information, therefore he wanted to treat her like she was disposable. But Watari quickly put a stop to the disrespectful behavior and tried to maintain a cordial relationship between them.

Now at this exact moment in time, which happened to be 9:56 pm in Eastern standard time, while Y/n stripped and showered her exhausting day off her body, L began to read the documents she had laid on his bed. Scanning through, he realized he had overestimated the amount of time they had and immediately phoned Watari, telling him to get the jet ready. Then, he hesitated for a second, debating on making the 70 foot trek to Y/n's personal hotel room or calling her instead.

Stepping out of the shower, Y/n's phone rings in the other room. She wraps a towel around herself and hastily dries her feet in order to not soak the carpet. Picking up her cell, she answers the phone as she begins to rummage through her suitcase for clothes.

"A/n." She said.

"A/n, it's Ryuzaki. Please pack your belongings and meet me in the runway in 35 minutes."

"Of course, sir."

Knowing she had no time for the outfit she usually wore, a buttoned dress suit, Y/n plucked a randomized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants out of her suitcase. Dressing quickly, she grabbed all her bathroom necessities and threw them in her bag, sliding on a pair of cream sneakers before leaving the room, case in hand.

Climbing out of the taxi, Y/n checks the time on her cellphone as she wheels her belongings behind her.

10:38

Three minutes before scheduled takeoff, Y/n began to climb the steps of the jet and smiled upon seeing Watari already inside, seated in the pilot's chair.

"Hello, Watari. Beautiful night for stargazing, is it not?"

Without needing to move, he recognized the voice and made a sound of agreement.

"Absolutely right, Miss Y/n, as always.

Satisfied with their small talk, Y/n continued on with a gentle smile and noted L's position.

He was sat on the right side of the plane, the foldable table opened in front of him displayed a game of chess in which he moved the characters without care for the traditional rules.

His lips wrapped around his thumb as he moved the black queen two spaces down and one space across towards a character that appeared to have previously been the white knight, now painted an odd color of crimson. He smiled and picked up the black king, giving the black queen a gentle nudge one might consider loving then smacking the red knight off the board and onto the floor.

"Good evening, sir." Y/n knelt down and picked up the chess piece, placing it back on the table, before setting her bag in the seat opposite L and sitting down next to it. "Would you mind telling me the details of the new case?"

"A murderer. He kills his chosen victims with heart attacks. He seems to believe what he is doing is justice based on the fact of the matter that his victims are criminals."

Immediately pulling out a notepad and ballpoint pen from her pocket, Y/n flips several pages until she finds a blank one and begins to write with fast and nimble motions.

"What is the percentage that he may be a victim or witness to a violent crime?"

L watches Y/n scribble down her ideas over his game of chess, slowly placing the red knight to the side of the board and merging the black king and queen, placing them next to eachother and turning the white pieces to look away.

"23 percent. I believe it's more likely he has a god complex and is fueled by corrupt morals. From the way he kills to the matter of which he seeks attention, I believe he would be a regular man with high intelligence and a large ego."

Nodding, she closes the notepad and leans back into her seat with an tired look.

L traces her closed eyes with his, realizing her attire and her naked face probably meant she was about to go to bed when he called.

"At this point, aren't all our killers men with big egos?"

L raises his eyebrows, noting her language wasn't professional as it usually was.

"Yes, it does seem so, doesn't it?" L picked up the black queen and examined her closely, blowing air on her with his mouth and then setting her down in front of him, "How long has it been since you got eight hours of consecutive sleep in a night, A/n?"

Opening her eyes, she tilted her head and shook it slightly as if to rid herself of exhaustion.

"Three weeks and two days. I suppose my lack of sleep may be effecting my attitude. I apologize. May I inquire something, L?"

L. Not Ryuzaki, L. She must be more tired then she lets on, with a slip like that.

"Of course you may, Y/n. Ask away."

He responded with the same amount of unprofessionalism, dropping aliases as she had.

"This case couldn't wait until morning. I've heard of murder by invocation of a heart attack by use of drug and vigilantes aren't rare. What is so important about this killer?"

He answers without a beat,"The murders are being committed simultaneously around the world. No same substance is found in the each victim, nor are there substitutes for said substances. I believe this case may have something to do with the unbelievable, the unthought of. It needs my immediate attention, therefore, as soon as I read the ICPO's requests and acceptance of my working on this case with Japanese Police, I knew we needed all the time we could take. Speed is necessary in gaining the upper hand against a man who will not stop killing until dead or caught."

Y/n hums, pauses and then stands up, heading towards the back of the plane without a word.

Returning after several minutes, L noticed she carried a laptop under her arm tightly, a glass of red wine in that hand and a piece of strawberry cake in the other. Placing the cake in front of L, she sat back down in her seat and opened the laptop, setting the drink next to the computer.

"What are you doing, Y/n?"

"I am documenting this case. I'd rather like to think when I'm old and withered and losing years, this is something I might look back on with understanding. Also, based on what you say, if this is truly a case of the unnatural, I want to be as natural as possible to counter that. And what's more natural than documenting a case?"

Lifting a forkful of cake to his mouth, L hummed in agreement.

"I suppose you're right-" He swallows and grabs another bite, "-the most unnatural thing is to be natural in a situation of unfamiliar inhumanity… Quite a thing, to be human in a life unlived."

"Quite a thing. Let us explore the unknown with open eyes and a searching gaze."

To an outsider, it would seem they were speaking utter nonsense as if the two were mad poets. But to each of them, the words were felt deep in their souls and hearts.

Y/n sighed slow and sure then picked up her drink and offered it to L with a kind, toothy grin. At first, he doesn't understand but then he realizes it's a cheer and taps his fork against the side of her glass gently. She sips her drink, types a few keys and backspaces with a scoff.

Time could stop for a moment or two and L wouldn't notice. He would notice if she flinched or laughed or blinked but she did none. All she did was sit and bask in his presence as the plane propelled them to their location and all L did was watch as she typed, pretending he is focused on his chess pieces who rattle and fall into his lap.

Somewhere, in a place across the world, the reason they are traveling sits at his desk, pen in hand and smiling face. Neither man spoke a word as they stare at a computer, the only thing between them and what they want. More information. A name, a face, a truth, an understanding, a peace. And neither man will gain either for the computer sitting in front of them each holds no answers to their question.

Who is the enemy, and what is their name?

A/n; Hi friends! This is chapter one of a new, multi-chaptered deathnote fanfiction. I’m so excited to hear your feedback and produce more chapters for you all! Let me know what you think and what you’re looking forward to! <33

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Hi, Love

I hope you're doing well, and I hope you have fun these holidays and stay warm.

Would you mind writing me a fic about L or Near comforting the reader (their partner) when they keep failing at wrapping presents properly? I'm having SUCH a hard time wrapping these and I would love to hear that it's okay to try again and ask for help from either of my beloved boys.

Thank you for reading (even if you cant/don't want to do this request, I 100% understand)

Hi lovely! God, I love when people send me holiday asks and this is such a cute idea! Thank you for being so polite and kind, I really appreciate you. :)

Also omg look at this cute holiday themed divider!! 🥹

The sound of paper crunching behind L as he worked suddenly ceased. A groan echoed and he heard a small thud. Spinning in his chair, his eyes find you on the hotel floor with your head in the wrapping paper scraps.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Mmurphhhdurphh..” Came from inside the mountain of cheerful Santas and Christmas trees.

“I can’t hear you.”

Your head pops up, there’s a scrap of reindeer stuck in your hair and you look exhausted. “I fucking hate Christmas.”

“That’s a hyperbole.” L stands and approaches your position on the floor, surrounded by boxes, tape and wrapping paper.

“Hardly. Do you know how hard it is to properly wrap gifts?”

“I can’t say I do.” He rounds the piles of supplies and stands next to your slouched body. “Your posture is almost as bad as mine.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“I can’t focus with all your noise and I certainly can’t focus if you’re going to be groaning and complaining loudly.” He squats down next to you in his regular position and drops his thumb to his lips.

Suddenly, a poorly-wrapped box is shoved into his arms as you turn towards him. It’s an incredibly sad sight, there’s odd ends of paper sticking up and pockets of air where too much space is.

“If you’re going to make fun of me, you might as well be put to use. Unwrap that for me, please.”

L picks up one of the scissors and begins cutting the paper off. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you attempt to fold the wrapping paper at the right length and accidentally tearing it.

You moan dejectedly, throw the scraps away and measure out another length of the blue-spotted paper.

Once done with removing the paper, he nudges you with his elbow. “Do you want me to wrap this?”

“You can try,” You shrug, and hand him a red cylinder, “But expect me to laugh at you when you’re worse than I am.”

As he goes through the regular motion of preparing the wrapping and cutting the paper to fit the box, he lets his pupils fall on your messy hair and stressed expression. In a poor attempt to alleviate your anxiety, he begins talking.

“The Task-Force isn’t expecting presents, Y/n. The Japanese don’t celebrate Christmas very much anyway, only about one percent of the population is even Christian.”

You throw a glance his way, a half smile at his attempt to make you feel better. “Maybe, but they’ve been working so very hard on this and I know they’ll be here during Christmas. I want to show my appreciation for them, they deserve it.”

You hold up an expensive bottle of aftershave you bought for the chief and ask, “Do you think they’ll like them?”

L put a hand on your back and held two sides of wrapping paper with the pointer finger and thumb of his other hand on the box.

“I think they will be shocked and glad to even have gotten anything, my love. How much did these things cost?”

You grin. “You’ll have to check your bank statement for that, we both know money burns a hole in my pocket.”

He drops his hand from your back with a small chuckle and resumes wrapping. “I don’t see how my money could burn a hole in your pocket but I suppose it is the season of sharing..”

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the occasional noises of wrapping paper, the tape dispenser and thoughtful sighs as you try to get the paper right.

L makes a unrecognizable noise next to you and you turn and see him holding a perfectly wrapped present, complete with a beautiful white lace and bow, a small, proud smile on his face.

“Oh…my…god! Oh my god! I can’t believe- What- That’s so not fair!” You cry out and wave your hands indignantly.

L laughs at your expression, one of those rare moments of his persona fading and you get presented with his authentic self.

“I guess I just have a gift,” He puts his thumb between his lips again with humor in his eyes, “It’s geometry, Y/n, it’s simply basic geometry.”

You groan and tuck your head into his neck, shaking yours miserably. “I hate you…”

He pats your hair with a chuckle. “I’m sure you do.”