Poly! Yandere! Misa, Light & L as parents
Light, Misa, and L are all different types of Yanderes. Misa is canonically what I’d call a clingy Yandere, Light is a manipulative yandere and L would probably be either a sadistic yandere or like Light, a manipulative yandere.
Nothing about this matchup would be good for their potential child. Separately all three of them could be handled if the darling was smart enough but together? They are fucking unstoppable. In this Au L has been converted to Kira’s side and works as a sort of mole in the police force with Light so both of them have access to plenty of information and cameras. Misa is a highly successful model and has contacts e v e r y w h e r e. She even has contacts in the criminal underbelly so if the child ran, they wouldn’t get far.
Light would prefer to be called father, L would be Oya or parent, and Misa would be umma. She doesn’t like the japanese word for mother because it still reminds her of her own mother too much.
Misa would be perfectly happy to allow her child to have friends as wrong as the child understands that it’s family before everything. In contrast Light would find the idea pointless because why would his child need friends that are not as intelligent as them, Misa? and L would just sow chaos between his lovers and quietly remove his child’s friends.
Gaslighting would probably be a frequent occurrence in this family. Misa has no problems with breaking people into little pieces and she’s kind of the only one with real moral so… ya. Their child won’t ever be sure of anything but the fact that they’re loved by their parents.
If their child became a teenager and realized that they were not living in a healthy environment and tried to confront their parents, they’d be in for it. Misa would cry, asking her child why they don’t love her anyone and the child would be yelled at for upsetting their mother. Light would calmly, systematically destroy their child’s ego, and self confidence with a smirk on his face, while L dissected every escape plan they could make up and explain why it wouldn’t work.
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Tell Me I'm Pretty
Day 20 of 31 of Kinktober
Prompt: Crossdressing
Word Count: 1508
It shouldn't have gotten to him, but L was tired of the snide comments people made about him. And he needed a change.
L wasn’t much. He knew that aside from his intelligence, he wasn’t much. He knew he looked like something that crawled out of a gutter or haunted children’s nightmares. It was something Mello had told him regularly while they were at Wammy’s together. But it never got to him. It wasn’t something he fixated on. Until one day, a true Adonis walked into his life. An absolute beauty that did things to him no one could ever do before. And that’s when he started to realize it.
L and Light would go out on dates and L could hear the whispers at the next table over. Who the homeless guy was with Light, how did someone like L get into one of the nicest places in Tokyo, which swamp did he claw his way out of. He heard them. All of them. And more often than not, he wrote them off. But they hit. And they hit hard. And telling himself they were only threatened by his intelligence only worked for so long.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he needed help. Not Watari. He wouldn’t understand. He would tell him that his vanity wasn’t important or some empty platitudes of how he was fine just the way he was. Everything that would sound helpful to an outsider looking in, but never to the person it’s said to. So, he did something that he knew would be like throwing gasoline on a dumpster fire. But he was already a dumpster fire, so it felt fitting.
The day had come to an end at task force headquarters. Light had managed to cut out early to go to his night classes. And it was quiet in the main room. With the exception of L at the monitors. And Misa on the couch in her pajamas with a magazine in her lap. That she just happened to be on the cover of. She wore a bright red dress and looked like her eyes could kill. Misa had a confidence that L secretly envied. And he knew that what would happen next would only breed disaster, but his scientific curiosity persevered more than his apprehension.
“Misa,” L broke the still silence in the room, “Can I ask you a trivial question?”
“A trivial question?” Misa perked up, “Really? That’s a little out of your wheelhouse, don’t you think, Ryuzaki?”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Of course,” Misa allowed, putting her magazine down, “What’s on your mind?”
“Would you call me attractive?” L wondered.
Misa froze, not sure where L was going with this. It was something so out of left field that it truly stunned her, “Um…Ryuzaki, are you ok, sweetie? Do you need to talk?”
“I want your honest opinion,” L insisted, “There are no tricks. Merely a yes or no question. Even you can handle those.”
“Even me?” Misa scoffed, “Wow. I feel loved.”
“So?” L ignored her pathetic attempts at pouting and appealing to his kindness, “Would you?”
“Well,” Misa looked him over, “Yeah. I guess.”
“Enough to have Light?”
“That actually threw me for a loop,” Misa admitted, “I had a feeling Light wasn’t just into girls, but I didn’t think you were going to be his type. What’s the matter? What’s bringing this on?”
“On our last date,” L sighed out, “Someone was talking about how I was Light’s charity case. And it kind of got under my skin a little.”
“Really?” Misa gasped, “You? Since when do you give a shit about 1.) what you look like and 2.) what other people say?”
“I don’t know,” L hated himself for it. He knew he shouldn’t let it bother him. He knew he would never see those people again and that their opinion didn’t matter. The only one that did was Light’s. But that didn’t make it sting any less, “But it just…I don’t know. It’s not like me not to know.”
“I have an idea,” Misa bit the inside of her cheek, “But you have to trust me. Ok?”
L could feel it in the pit of his stomach. This couldn’t possibly go well. But he was desperate, “Ok. What did you have in mind?”
“Come with me,” Misa took his hand, “Do you know what time Light gets out of class?”
“Nine o’clock,” L remembered.
“We have time,” Misa smiled, “Come on.”
And so, Misa got to work. She knew what she needed to do. Did L? No. Of course not. If he knew, he wouldn’t have been going to Misa in the first place. But Misa would have some semblance of a vision. Something that would get Light’s attention. Something that would make people shut up. Something that would bring L back to life again. Anything to pull him out of the spiral that consumed his thoughts for the last few days.
When Light got out of class, he went right back to the tower. After scanning himself in, he took a quick look around the war room. And to his surprise, it was empty. I’m pretty sure I left him right here. He was watching the monitors. I know damn well he didn’t do something silly like go to bed. Light laughed to himself, the memory of many nights where he had to carry L on his shoulder like a baby to get him to bed warming his heart like nothing else. So, Light checked over the cameras, hoping he could find L. Nothing. Where the hell did you go?
Light wrote it off as a glitch in the security system and went upstairs. His lecture was nearly lulling him to sleep. Between classes and the investigation, he was wrecked. But there was a little twist. He walked in to the softest, sweetest little angel on his bed. And he wasn’t sure what to think about it, but he also wasn’t complaining.
“Welcome home, Light,” L smiled, the skirt of his bright, white dress billowing out under him. Or, more accurately, Misa’s dress. It’s not like L had it hiding in the back of his closet. But there was a certain purity about him. And something about it scratched an itch in Light’s head that he didn’t know existed.
Still, blissfully unaware of L’s motives and a touch paranoid, Light wrote it off, “Let me guess. Misa got bored and got a hold of you, didn’t she?”
“Not entirely,” L confessed, pulling Light onto the bed, “I did ask nicely.”
“You did what?” Light looked at him strangely, his heartbeat shooting up.
“You heard me,” L got comfortable in Light’s lap already feeling him against the skirt, “Light, tell me I’m pretty.”
“What’s this all about?” Light started to worry, “This isn’t you.”
“What?” L felt his heart drop into his stomach, “You don’t like it…?”
“It’s not you,” Light cradled L’s cheek in the palm of his hand, “I know you, L. You don’t ever have to impress me. You already have a million times over. So, forgive me if I’m a little concerned.”
“I let voices in my head take over,” L cuddled into him, “And worse yet, I let Misa take advantage of them. I learned the hard way tonight that I am not meant for corsets. How Misa deals with them is absolutely astonishing.”
“L,” Light snuck in a little kiss, “I’m flattered you wanted to do something like this for me, but you never have to. Don’t forget that. Ok?”
L managed to muster up a smile, his head comfortably snuggled into Light’s shoulder, “Thank you, Light. You know, I’ve been rattling around all these different ideas that have been gnawing away at me for the last couple days. But I think you just said all I needed to hear.”
“And for the record,” Light picked L’s chin up, getting a much deeper kiss out of him, “I think you are very pretty. And the dress was a nice touch.”
“Thank you,” L shivered as Light’s wrist pushed the skirt of his dress up his thigh, “And…What are we going to do about it?”
“You’re not just pretty, L,” Light whispered in his ear, finding the lacy panties Misa gave him, “You’re the smartest person I know. You figure it out.”
“I think,” L pulled the panties down and threw them to the floor. Only to straddle Light’s thighs, “I’m turning you on.”
“Really?” Light held L steady with one arm and undid the button on his pants with the free hand, “And what gave that away?”
L buried his face in Light’s neck, leaving kisses in his wake, “The fact that you’re rock fucking solid for me already. I bet with a few nice words and a little grinding, I can have you coming awfully quick.”
“And leave you aching?” Light awed, letting out a little moan, “Of course not. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Alright then,” L laid back on the bed, his legs wide and a smirk on his face, “Then, show me what you can do to me…”
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