#i'll reblog with the pictures if anyone asks or when this reaches ten notes

[alien-baby-boy]

disclaimer: this was written on 5/25/2021 then copy & pasted from my notes app on 6/7/2021. some of the author's notes will reference that this is my first fic using alternating pronouns, but i've practiced since then. i'm glad people wanted to see this purely self indulgent fluff. don't repost, obviously, but reblogging is okay :)

Shopping Trip

by alien-baby-boy

[tags] L/Light, fluff, clothes shopping, clothes sharing, bribery, he/they pronouns for L, because i said so, nonbinary L, cute, crossdressing, innuendos

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[summary]

"I will bribe you with sweets"

L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer.

"I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"

L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"

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Light sighed when he saw L wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, "Don't you have anything else to wear? People are going to think you're homeless."

"I don't care if they do, but I suppose I could wear one of your hoodies if necessary," L started looking through Light's closet as they spoke, "Light has a lot of clothing"

Light picked out a navy blue hoodie from his closet. "Wear this one, I've outgrown it & it'll compliment your skin tone. Do you have any other jeans?"

L took off his shirt, uncaring that Light was looking at his prominent ribcage and tiny waist as he slipped the hoodie on. "Mhm, a black pair."

Light examined the jeans, they were fairly stylish in an emo way and a much skinnier cut than what L usually wore. "Put those on"

L stepped in his jeans, they were a much better fit than the blue ones, with a rip in each knee showing a peek of smooth pale skin. "Light is aware I'm not a doll for dressing up, yes?"

"L is aware they are horrible at choosing outfits, yes?" Light teased with a smile. "C'mon, we're going shopping."

"No." L scrambled to think of an excuse, "I have work."

Light waved his hand in the air as if pushing what L said away, "It's Sunday. Your work can wait."

Light thought of ways to sweeten the offer as L shook their head. Light thought L was very pretty, and they'd look even prettier if they put effort into their appearance. Or at least let Light put in the effort for L. "I will bribe you with sweets"

L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer. He didn't really mind shopping, but L wanted to push his limits before agreeing too quickly. L's detective training could come in handy for every day life, after all. Plus, he was a bit of a brat.

Light smirked as he thought of a promise that would guarantee his companion's acceptance of going shopping & being dressed up "I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"

L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"

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Light held L's hand as they walked into a department store, "Knew you'd see it my way"

L hummed around the cherry lollipop in their mouth, discreetly scanning the building out of paranoia. Thankfully it was nearly empty with just a few workers and some customers L decided didn't look concerning.

Light was used to L's quirks by now and waited until he was done looking around before leading the way to shirts and jackets. "What size are you?" "Small? You really need to eat more than sweets."

L rolled his eyes, "One lecture at a time, Light. My eating habits are perfectly healthy and a fast metabolism is nothing to be worried over."

Light sighed, mentally shelving the conversation for another more private time. "Okay, Ryu. Size?"

"I'm not entirely sure. A small should be fine."

"What, you've never been clothes shopping before?" Light glanced at L, who had finished their lollipop and was absentmindedly biting their thumbnail, "Don't answer that."

Light handed L a soft gray v-neck sweater, "You should try this. It'll bring out your eyes."

"Okay. It's very soft. Is that all?" L carefully placed the sweater in their basket so it wouldn't become wrinkled.

Light laughed at L's question before gently squeezing his hand, "No, Ryu, that's only one thing. Let's get ten things for you to at least try on."

L paled, which Light didn't think was possible. L felt Light cup his face and stroke under his cheekbone as Light softly instructed "Hey, look at me? You'll be fine. It's just clothes, nothing you don't like, and you can take as many breaks as you want." He turned his head to kiss the inside of Light's wrist, just over the band of Light's watch.

"Thank you, Light, you're very reassuring. Ten isn't that big of a number, I just wasn't expecting it."

Light placed a gentle kiss on L's forehead. "Let's pick things out one at a time, instead of worrying about the total. Tell me if you like something, ok?"

After nearly ten minutes of looking around, L found something that looked like a very long sweatshirt in a nice pale blue color, "I like this."

Light glanced over at L and the item in their hands, unsure if L knew what it was or if they were even okay with crossdressing, "Ryu, that's a dress."

"So? I like this." L gave Light a stubborn look, crossing his arms over his chest as he replied.

"You'll look very pretty." Light kissed L's cheek.

L smiled up at Light as he placed it in their basket.

Light continued his search for stylish clothing for L. It wasn't that hard, considering L liked neutral colors with the occasional pastel. Eventually, he saw a pair of black thigh high socks and started thinking 'Oh, L would look amazing in these. Would he like them? They're pretty soft' Light called him over, "Hey, Ryu, what do you think of these?"

L glanced over Light's shoulder at the socks, "Black socks? I'll try them on, if you really want me to, but you know I don't like wearing socks."

"I know you don't like wearing normal socks, but these go up to your thigh, and I think you'll look really good" Light unashamedly checked L out, looking at their body up and down, "Really really good"

L rolled their eyes again, sometimes they forgot despite Light's intelligence and usual maturity, he was still a teenager at 19. "Calm down, Light. Maybe I won't even let you see me wear them."

Light gently squeezed L's hand before kissing it in apology, "Sorry, I got carried away. Did you find anything else you liked?"

L couldn't help but smile shyly at Light's affection and nodded "Mhm, Light will see them when I say he can. Did you get anything?"

"No, I don't like these sort of causal clothes"

"Really? I would have assumed otherwise, with your age & all the sweatshirts you own."

"Those are just for working out, Ryu. Not all of us wear jeans to exercise, you know" Light teased L.

They went to the dressing rooms for L to try on the outfits they picked. Including a few graphic tee shirts and alternative styles Light wouldn't have guessed L would like, a few new jeans, and merchandise for bands Light didn't recognize. Some things were eliminated if L didn't like the fit or the fabric, but there was just over a dozen things kept. Finally, L was trying on the last outfit.

Light forgot to breath for a few seconds when he saw his companion's outfit of an oversized sweater dress that was thankfully short enough to show off his lean legs and black thigh socks that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. Light's mind went to the gutter as he imagined doing that thing with his tongue to L right now, without even taking off his dress. Light quickly regained control of himself as he breathed out "Wow. ...You look so beautiful. Please say you'll wear that again soon."

L gave Light a mischievous smile, enjoying the extra attention Light was giving him, all because of an admittedly comfortable dress. "Hm, I might. What sort of occasion would Light suggest it for?"

"Oh, you know, everyday wear or lounging around...maybe in bed?" Light looked at L hopefully.

L finally broke their expression to chuckle, kissing Light's cheek before going back into the dressing room, "That sounds perfect."

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[end notes]

Ryu is just a nickname of Ryuzaki, pronounced Re you, since Light can't call L his name in public. i've never written alternating pronouns before, i tried to keep it fairly even & not switch midsentence, so the fic is easier to read. i hope i did it well. til next time :)

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CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words. 

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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