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osaemu · 4 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH: L LAWLIET

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has a high fever, but he won't let you take care of him.

contents: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of mild sickness. first time writing for L (my new hyperfixation!)

“ryu, you can’t seriously work like this,” you insist, tugging at the sleeve of L’s shirt. he doesn’t respond until you snatch the half-eaten pastry out of his hand. “i’m serious!”

L turns and looks at you disbelievingly. “i’m fine,” he responds indifferently, not seeming to notice the red blush spreading throughout his face. “it’s not bad enough to keep me from the investigation,” he adds, making an attempt to retrieve his snack from your outstretched hand.

“you have a fever,” you say pointedly, taking a bite of the sugary sweet. L makes an unimpressed face and sighs, posture worsening even more—is that even possible?—before he turns back to his computer.

“i can’t even feel it,” L insists, sticking out his bottom lip. you reach out and brush some of his hair out of his eyes, resting the back of your hand on his forehead. either your boyfriend has an otherworldly resistance to sickness or he’s lying, because he’s burning up.

you sigh and let your hand fall from L’s forehead to his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as you watch him scroll through some sort of legal document. obviously, he’s not going to stop working without a reason, so you try a different approach. “L, if you’re sick, does that affect your deductive skills?”

L’s fingers still around the computer mouse, ceasing his scrolling as he looks back up at you. “i guess.”

“so you shouldn’t be working on a really important case while you have a high fever, right? or you could miss something.”

he scrunches up his nose in response and thinks for a long second. “why are you trying so hard to get me to stop working?” L asks, narrowing his eyes. he tilts his head in genuine curiosity—which is funny, because you think it should be obvious.

you shrug in response, a small smile growing on your lips. “shouldn’t you know already?” you tease, poking his cheek playfully. L looks at you blankly, giving no discernable reaction—like always. “you’re impossible,” you huff, crossing your arms childishly.

“answer the question.”

“because i care about my boyfriend. sue me.”

L blinks, a flicker of surprise shining in his dark eyes. he doesn’t respond, but he does stand up and take your hand, cold fingers tangling with yours as he lets you lead him away. “thank you,” he murmurs, and his voice is almost quiet enough for you to miss his words entirely. you squeeze his hand in response—no need for words.

he rests his head on your shoulder as you exit the dark, shaded investigation room. "can i have the last bite?" he asks tentatively, pointing at the remainder of his pastry that's left in your other hand. you laugh a little and nod, pausing in front of a flight of stairs to feed L the last sugar-filled bite.

L's lips close around the flaky pastry and brush against your fingers, and even with the added blush from his fever, his face noticeably goes a shade pinker.

"you're so cute, ryu," you mumble, brushing away the crumbs that linger around his lips with your thumb. he hums in reply, shadowed eyes closing as he rests his cheek in your palm.

"i'm tired."

"then let me take care of you for a little," you insist, watching as he reopens his eyes and looks back at the ajar door of the investigation room. "please?"

"fine. a couple hours, then i have to get back to the case."

"m'kay, m'kay."

(he ends up falling asleep in your arms and doesn't wake up for seventeen hours straight—but when he does, his fever's gone!)

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ HOLDING HIM AGAIN - L LAWLIET

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 403

it’s not common for you boyfriend to fall asleep at night, the fact that he is trying to find the world’s most notorious killer is weighing enough on him to not allow himself to fall into slumber. it might cost him his health, but what else is there to do when he is basically fighting against time? how long will it take until kira find his real name out or proceeds to kill everyone in the task force?

but now when l lawliet is wrapped in your warm embrace as he has finally come home for the first time in a month, all those thoughts about kira is no longer on his mind, and you won’t bring it up either.

his face is pressed against your chest and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he lies on top of you with his eyes closed. he hasn’t slept in a real bed for weeks and has barely gotten to see you during those weeks either, so finally getting to be in your arms gives him enough motivation and energy to investigate for years from now.

“i’m gonna have to leave early in the morning,” L mutters into your shirt as his hands cling to you. he would love to stay like this forever, but that can only be possible after he’s caught kira. “but maybe we can eat breakfast together if you wake up early too?”

you nod and brush a hand through his dark hair that he hasn’t bothered brushing as he’s stuck in headquarters all the time. no one else except you or the task force see him either way. “i’ll wake up early too. at what time do you want to get up? i’ll set an alarm,” your boyfriend sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck now instead. “at four, is that okay?”

“that’s okay, i’ll just go back to sleep when you’ve left,” he nods and presses a kiss to your warm skin. “i’m jealous. can’t wait to cuddle with you all the time as soon as kira is caught.”

“you’ll have to make sure you catch him soon then or you might die from touch starvation,” you smile softly and he chuckles. “i might actually do just that, so i’ll try to catch him as fast as i can so we can continue to stay like this for the rest of our lives.”

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caramelarchive · 4 months

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okay but rubbing noses with L. hhh.

just him walking up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning forward to brush his somewhat pointy nose against your softer one.

you can smell his breath, the scent of cake and coffee and strawberries. he can smell yours, too, and he wouldn't care at all if it smelt like tuna or if it smelt like rainbows because when your lips part you're so beautiful. he just wants to kiss you.

but kissing doesn't feel as intimate as this.

so his nose stays there, against yours, and the greatest detective in the world is standing here with you as the sun sets outside the windows, breathing on you and soaking in your light and warmth as he stares into your wonderful eyes.

and then as quickly as he came,

he's gone,

the scent of vanilla frosting lingering where he stood.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

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possexed · 2 years

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CAN YOU KISS ME MORE !

l lawliet x fem! reader || breeding kink || short smut imagine

content warnings : size kink, cumflation, breeding, overstimulation, teasing, rough sex, semi-public sex, afab reader but no specified pronouns, establish relationships.

summary : sometimes when work gets too frustrating for your lovely lawliet, he can’t help but come find you to relieve some stress in his headquarters. <3

it was way too risky to even really consider it, but there you were, laying on the couch in the headquarters on your back while L continuously fucked into your sopping cunt.

the squelching and wet sounds bounced off of the walls and almost could echo through the entire building, not to mention the rest of the task force would be coming in soon.

L didn’t mean it, really, but the way your tight walls hugged him and kept pulling him back in to continue to abuse your pussy was an incredibly addicting feeling. the way you moaned when he hit just the right spot, or the way your tits bounced against your skin and your nipples perked when he leaned down to suck and abuse them too was also incredibly addictive.

the couch was practically soaked, covered in his cum and your juices which were leaking out at every thrust of his hips as he desperately tried to fuck it right back into you.

the pleasure was too much for you and your cunny, your legs almost violently twitching against his shoulders because of how they were hoisted there.

you were crying from the amount of pleasure you felt, broken sobs of “please!”, “lawliet!—” and breathless moans coming from your lips like a prayer. you didn’t even know what you were begging for, your hand on your puffy clit when L continued to abuse you and add to your whining.

“you can,” he started, immediately closing his mouth to stop a sweet moan from coming from his lips, “continue, right sweetheart?—“ one particular rough thrust interrupted him for a quick second. “maybe I’ll be able to have another successor. doesn’t that sound nice?” he teased, knowing you couldn’t really answer as he moved one of his hands from your hips to your stomach.

he heard broken pleads of “ohs!” and “yesyesyes!” coming from you, obviously in-love with the way he was making you feel. “you’re already so full of my cum, i’m sure one more round couldn’t hurt.”

he continued to pound mercilessly on your cunt, the hand on your cum-filled stomach feelings how the tip of his cock battered across your cervix, enhancing your pleasure whilst you continued to vigorously rub your clit.

soon after you both released, L groaning into it while you continued to babble anything on your fucked dumb mind as you come down from your high, you were still so sensitive after countless amounts of orgasms from before

“not so fast” he started, flipping you around in a quick motion and having your ass in the air. “I’m sure you can handle one more round.” he finished, slipping his cock straight back into your sopping cunt. “after all, they won’t be here for another 20 minutes.” <3

── POSSEXED ✦ (📖)

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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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.

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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It's 2am.

It's 2am and Misa is falling asleep on your shoulder as you're watching a sappy romance. Her head keeps jerking up as she tries to stay awake and she giggles and kisses your arm and yawns. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smudged and she's wearing oversized, ugly, green pyjamas. And she's falling asleep right there with you.

It's 2am and Light is leading you in a deliberately clumsy ballroom dance around the room. He bumps you into the bed and walls to hear you laugh. And he catches you every time he thinks you might really stumble, because of course he's perfect. But it's more fun to mess up. It's quiet and cool and he's dancing with you.

It's 2am and L is throwing marshmallows into your mouth. It's the same as any other time of day for him but as you're snuggled into his lap in the dead of night the lights dancing in the corners of your eyes might just be fairies. And he holds you as he takes five minutes off work and tells you stories, just there, just him and you.

It's 2am.

It's 2am and it's just the two of you.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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sentinelpri · 1 year

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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.

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deaddovedecadence · 2 years

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Uhm hi! I saw you wrote about the purge au and I thought platonic parents, misa, light and l (poly if okay) I thought it might be a cool idea if like their child ran away and they took them back at the purge I’m sorry you can ignore this I just saw you wanted requests I’m sorry

Sharky you are speaking my fucking language. This is great <3.

Strawberry Cupcake

You ran from them a year ago. It was, it was a stroke of pure luck getting away from them, almost a miracle and despite the fact that you don’t know whether or not a god exists, you still pray in thanks to them for allowing you to get out that house and somehow, all the way to England.

You live in the suburbs of London now. Your home is with an older couple who needed someone to do yard work and some of the harder chores for them and in exchange you get food and board. Their home is much smaller than the penthouse you grew up in but you like it better. It’s more homey somehow.

So when you get the mail one day, suffice it to say, you’re surprised and more than a little nervous, because the purge in only a month away, when you find a letter addressed to your old name. You run back to the house and open it in the comfort of your room, curtains closed and door locked.

Your dread only grows as you realize what this is. It’s an announcement that you’ve been chosen, a warning that someone coming for you on purge day. The letter reads as follows,

Dear Mx. Yagami,

I am sorry to inform you that a claiming has been sent in for you. On purge day, which is of course july fourth, your obsessors will be allowed to capture you and kill any that stand in their way.

You are dealing with three Class Five Yanderes, and our usual recommendation is to flee the country and change your name.

Best of Luck,

A. Johnson

No, god above, please no. this can’t be real. You’re free from them now, they shouldnt be able to find you, not here of all places. You’re continents away, hiding in a little suberb, they will not find you.

You burn the letter and continue life as normal. They will not find you.

As purge day gets closer, you get more and more antsy, constantly cleaning or doing something to keep your energy from affecting the rest of the house. On the day of the purge, you leave the house, intent on getting as far into the city as you can in order to loose yourself in the crowds.

And for a while it works, everyone who hasn’t been sent a letter of warning still has to go about their day and that means most places are crowded. Some of the cafe’s are extra crowds and the people in them look anxious. You avoid those areas just in case. You get lunch out, do the grocery shopping for the week and it’s past day by the time you catch the trains that will take you home.

The street lights are already on when you get to your neighborhood and the house lights aren’t on. It makes sense because you are out rather late but it still makes you anxious, long ignored survival instincts pushing their way to the front of your mind. They tell you to run but you, so very stupidly don’t listen.

You unlock the door and head inside and the iron smell of blood floods your senses. The lights flips on and there they are. Your parents.

Despite getting older in the time you were gone, Misa still looks ageless, her long blond hair cascading down her black like a waterfall and her eyes shining shinigami red. Your fathers sit on either side of her, L leaning carelessly on her shoulder, smiling his eerie smile, and Light sitting primly with his hand in hers.

“You’ve been gone a while strawberry cupcake, aren’t you at least gonna say hello?” L says, leaning forwards on the couch. He’s always called you that, simply because he calls your mother strawberry cake, and no matter how hard you try to fight it, you’ve always been your mother’s child.

“Umma, Father, Oya. I’m aware that I was gone for a long time, Oya. I left on my own without interference from outside parties.”

“That was our deal,” He agrees. Light, evidently annoyed with the conversation and with being ignored coughs. “You forgot to make a deal with me or your umma darling, so it’s all null and void.”

“Come here baby,” Misa coos gently, her eyes still red but her smile gentle. You go to her because Misa has always been the most merciful of the three and your fathers are terrified of upsetting her.

You allow her to take you into her lap, easily arranging you as she wants. “You know baby,” she says gently into your ear, so softly you doubt either man can hear, “I wanted to be merciful, and we were going to be except you found yourself a whole new famil. You forgot us and well, I can’t let that slide now can I?”

“What’d you do?” You don’t really want to know but part of you needs to. “For every month you were away from us, we tortured ten petty criminals to death.”

“That’s over a hundred people.” You said softly. she hums gently, rocking the two of you back and forth. “We killed those nice people you wanted to play house with too.”

“No.” She’s has to be lying, thy)re innocent, you made sure of it

“Yes,” Light answers instead of Misa, his voice a pleased hiss. “They took you away baby, that couldn’t stand. Taking a child away from home is kidnapping and that is a crime after all”

L leans into you, his weight warm and familiar (damming)

“I never had a choice, did I? You were always going to find me” It dawns on you like a tsunami, quick and destructive all at once.

“Of course not, we’d never let you go. You need us,” Light says easily and the world implodes around you.

(REBLOGS HELP MORE THAN LIKES. PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU LIKE IT)

#light x misa #l x misa #misa amane #misa misa #yandere #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #light yagami #light death note #light yamagi #light x misa x l #l death note #l lawliet #drabble #notebook tag

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ynverse · 1 year

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death note

“I’ll work hard to make you love me.”

l lawliet

↳ chemical imbalance

light yagami

↳ a fall like lightning from the sky

teru mikami

↳ love’s gift

#death note #death note x reader #ryuzaki x reader #ryuzaki #l #l x reader #l lawliet #lawliet #lawliet x reader #light yagami #light yagami x reader #light #light x reader #drabbles #oneshots #headcanons #fanfic #death note fanfic

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babybulbasaur920 · 6 months

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Concept

Trey and Cheyna put their money where their mouth is and kill Riddle ´ s egg donor, but it goes wrong. As a move of pettiness or more kindly to her bitch-ass a move of protection, she uses her magic to send Riddle to another world away from those two before she dies. in grief and trying too hard to use magic to get home, he OBs again but since magic doesnt work in this world, its very small, but his hair is permanently dyed black. he is found by a british dude who is amazed by Riddle ´ s big brain and tragic backstory, and encourages him to use the big brain to help people while he finds a way home. as a final fuck you to his awful mother, he changes his name. that part about finding his way back to Twisted Wonderland never happens as Riddle grows to full adulthood in this non-magic world, his hair never going back to red, and his mannerisms getting odder as it all continues to constantly pushes down on him. leaving a mentally ill genius obsessed with cake as it reminds him of being a kid and Trey and Cheyna.

#disney twst #riddle rosehearts #l lawliet #death note #angst #drabble #mentioned: trey #mentioned: cheyna

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rnisa · 2 years

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I had a dream last night that my cheeks were getting clapped by L. Weird? Absolutely. Hot? Of course, definitely, no contest.

#I will be writing this out into a drabble or something soon #death note #death note x reader #p #L lawliet #L death note

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imvriix · 2 years

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" you live in my daydreams "

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 - 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈

— stay with me ;; yandere light scenario. he isnt really asking for much, he just wants you to sit still and pretty by his side as he cares for you. [headcannons]

𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓

— stay with me ;; yandere L scenario. he seems out of your reach at all times, so it was natural you got closer with others, but his possessiveness wouldnt allow that. [headcannons]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎/ 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐇𝐋

𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑/ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

— relate ;; robot! assisstent! reader. he was made of flesh and blood, whereas you were of wires and technology, so you never thought you could relate to him so much. [headcannons]

— this night ;; shifter! reader. you were adamant you would finally shift to death note and meet near this night, but you were surprised when you actually did. [headcannons]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄

— stay with me ;; yandere misa scenario. she scared off those who would come near to what was hers, whilst comforting you that same night due to you being in grief of loosing another friend. [headcannons]

𝐑𝐄𝐌

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐀

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caramelarchive · 4 months

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You're Pretty. ╾ L

Not my best work by far, but I think it's cute! Just a quick little drabble (I think- I've never figured out quite what the classification system is for writing on here lmao) so I can start this blog up. Enjoy!

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

It was rather dark, the room only lit by the many screens scattered around you and more so around L.

As you clicked away at the keyboard, the sound of rustling wrappers indicated the detective was trailing his slender fingers through a bowl of sweets, judging each one so he could determine the ideal order in which to eat them. You glanced at L as he picked one up, fiddling with the wrapper. He glanced back, pressed a finger to his lips and slowly pushed the bottom one to the side.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

L's tone is of course as cold and monotonic as usual as his unblinking, oddly wide eyes hold yours. You just smile, watch as he places the candy on his tongue and swallows it.

"You're pretty."

A beat.

"I see."

And a much longer silence. It fills the room up, unspoken whispers piling on top of thoughts to create a cold blue weight in the atmosphere.

"...There is an 86% chance you just lied, Y/N." L's hands grip his knees a little tighter as the detective stares ahead at his computer. "I told you to stop lying. It frustrates me to no end."

"I said nothing false, L."

"Ryuzaki," he absentmindedly corrects, pointing one of those long, pale fingers at you as he reaches for another candy.

"I think you're pretty."

He turns back to you after a minute, his brow slowly creasing. He prods his thumb against his lips again. "I am well aware I do not conform to the superficial beauty standards society holds."

"So?"

"I don't think that you ought to view me as 'pretty'."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, eyes closing as you raised a hand in a half-shrug. "I don't understand why you think I'm lying about something so simple, Ryuzaki. I don't need you to conform to society's standards. And honestly, I quite like that you don't. Please just take my word that I find you visually appealing."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You're pretty."

"I require you to at least provide a basis for your argument."

You pause and look at L for a second, then lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. You steal one of his sweets as you retreat and grin as you throw it into your mouth.

"Bias."

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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hi!

if you have time do you think you can make a L from death note scenario where you teach him how to kiss? that’ll be great! thanks :))

Notes: okay first off this request was so cute! And I wanted to write it earlier but y'know life lol but yeah I was super excited for this one

Warnings: n/a, just pure fluff

Characters involved: L

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The office was consumed with a peaceful silence as you lounged on the sofa, watching as L shuffled his gaze across the sheets of paper and monitors before him, occasionally letting out a small contemplative hum or clinking his spoon against the ceramic plate his cake sat on.

The two of you had been like that for quite some time, with L working away while you did as you pleased, waiting for him to finish.

This certainly wasn't the first time you had spent your afternoon like this, however, something about this time seemed different. Almost off even.

Like L was different.

The thought had you glancing up in your partner's direction, coincidentally catching him just as he turned to look at you.

"Something's bothering you."

It was more of a statement than a question, but L still chose to respond as he completely spun his chair to face you.

"I wouldn't say bothering, no. But I have found myself contemplating something for the past couple of days."

"And what would that be?"

L's personality seemed to do a complete 360 at your question, with his usual self-assured demeanour being replaced with a more hesitant one that wasn't quite like him.

Almost as if he was contemplating whether or not to reply truthfully.

However, he seemed to finally give in to his curiosity and eventually voiced his concerns.

"As a couple, I have come to understand that there are some things people in relationships normally do, such as kissing."

"And?"

"And I can't help but wonder why we haven't done it yet."

You didn't know why you felt so surprised at his bluntness, after all, you had gotten used to L's tendency to speak his mind with no filter over the past month or so.

Yet somehow you found yourself feeling slightly flustered even as you replied.

"Come here."

He lingered beside his desk for a moment or two before rolling his chair towards the sofa, only coming to a stop once he was directly in front of you.

However, you were quick to tug him closer to you, causing his legs to drop to the ground so that he could lean down to your level.

"If you wanted to kiss that badly, you could have just asked."

L seemed to get a little flustered at your comment, with a light blush dusting his cheeks as he noticed the way you shifted so you could easily lean into him.

"Think of it as more...research based. I would like to learn how to kiss rather than just kiss."

"Oh yeah? Well-"

You couldn't help the smile that formed across your lips as you leaned in to have your foreheads touch, noticing how L turned impossibly redder at your proximity.

"-I'm happy to help you out."

You finally sealed your lips with his as you spoke, softly tugging on his bottom lip as you guided L through the kiss.

Your hand almost automatically moved to tangle in his hair as you tugged him closer to you, with the action prompting L to rest his hand right below your jawline as he slowly began experimenting with the kiss.

He seemed to get the hang of it after the first few pecks, choosing to break away for a quick second before leaning back in for another kiss, this time with him taking the lead.

His kisses tasted of the strawberry cake he had been munching on, with the sweet flavour only adding to the soft way he caressed his lips against yours.

L was quite the natural when it came to kissing, something you shouldn't have been surprised by considering your partner was a certified genius and a quick learner.

However, as his kisses got bolder and his other hand dropped to your waist, you found that it was you who had to pull away before you got too flustered.

"So, did that suffice your research?"

L let out a contemplative hum at your question, moving his chair back and forth for a moment or two before he finally stopped and returned to his previous position, this time leaning a lot closer than before.

"Hmm, I think I need a little more to go off of. For research purposes, of course."

He might have had his signature detective face on as he spoke, but you couldn't help but feel like L had some ulterior motives, however, you were more than happy to oblige.

After all, it wasn't every day you got to teach the world's best detective how to kiss.

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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Watch Over Me ╾ Light ft L

Inspired by @dominote 's LawLight art with L as a ghost. AA I hope you don't mind the tag :)

Spoilers, though I kind of assume everyone knows what happens. ep 25 I think.

Formatted for reading on mobile.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

Are you still there, L?

Light finds himself asking this question near constantly. When a door creaks; when it's a little cold; when the wind howls, broken, outside his window, condemning his empty soul inside.

He never used to be superstitious.

But now, as he stirs his coffee with a silver spoon, he wishes L would answer.

He wishes something would happen.

He wishes L was still there.

Make another move.

Light didn't expect to be so bored without L around. More than that, empty. Hollow. Sure, he still has his duty to fulfil, but without an archnemesis it is just that: a duty. Not a challenge. Not a goal or aspiration.

　Duty.

So as he stirs his coffee and Aizawa and his father talk about their families, Light lets himself look for a sign. For a ghost. For a man whose fingers wrap around the bottom of his shirt and whose toes curl into the floor.

Light holds his breath.

The world holds its breath.

Are you watching? Are you listening?

　Shhh. 　Quiet. Listen.

And then Light exhales, because there is nobody and nothing there.

Nobody and nothing.

It's cold and it's blue and it's hollow and there's nobody and nothing worth fighting for or against any more. He has won. He has lost everything.

Is it really over, if it's only over when you're not here to see it?

Light lifts his spoon and stares at his own eye. Wishing he could change the angle and a grey one would be staring back.

He drops the spoon with a cold blue clatter.

He hated L. He really did.

　No. No, it's not.

But Light wants him back, wants L to be the one adding ungodly amounts of sugar to his coffee.

Light is God.

　　　　　　　　　　　Light is God?

　　What God needs an L?

His heart was made of GoLd.

But now it's cold and it's blue and it's dark and damp and hollow. What God needs a friend? But all Gods need a Satan.

You can't climb a mountain without a mountain.

　　　　　　　It's cold and it's blue.

　And Light's lonely.

Are you still there, L?

The silence is blue. Light's head is spinning out, trapped in red threads, connected to something that is no longer there.

The screens cast blue shadows and lights.

Shadows that flicker and shadows that curl into the floor.

　　　　　　Are you?

Light turns his back to the cold midnight outside and watches the blue silence in the shadows.

His fingers wrap around the bottom of his mug and his eyebrows furrow.

He stares at the reflection of his own brown eye in the brown coffee. He wishes he could change the angle and see a grey one staring back.

But there's nothing but a cold blue sigh of air.

　Please do something for me.

It hurts to ask something like this. Hurts to admit he wants to ask. Hurts more to admit he wishes, he believes that there is someone there to answer.

　Watch over me.

Light organises the files in the Task Force drawers.

　As I take an empty victory from your cold grave.

He takes his coffee

and pours the remnants down the sink

brown

　　splashes over　　and

　dirties the grey

As I rule a world without you in it.

The stairs with a pattern of

　 walks up

　　　　　　 the stairs

　cold blue

　　　Please, watch over me tonight.

As I fall apart and as I rise.

Light tucks himself into a bed covered with

　red thread

　and cries himself to a cold, blue, empty sleep.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

maybe someday I'll write how L would act if he was alive at the end of the Kira case and Light wasn't. maybe I'll make this into a series or fic or something...

#i like LawLight in a 'our souls are connected and there's nothing we can fucking do about it' way #not really a '(i hate that) i love you' way #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #angst #lawlight #lei writes #writing #writers on tumblr #drabble #quick read #short #sad #dn #l death note #red thread of fate

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