Announcing Lawlight Week 2022!
Back by popular demand...please join us for LAWLIGHT WEEK during NOVEMBER 7-13, 2022 for a fan works celebration of Light and L from Death Note! Fan art, fanfiction, AMVs--whatever you do is welcome. Prompts for the days will be posted soon, so please follow us @lawlightweek2022 [link] and check out the FAQ for more information.
Art for the event and blog by @ikathemadhatter
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Neat Freak
By SmartZelda
Summary:
During the events of the Yotsuba arc, Light starts acting a little...off. Despite his time commitment to the Kira case, he manages to wash his clothes, brush his teeth, and keep the room he shares with L clean as he would back home, and yet, for weeks he refuses to bathe! L doesn't care about it much himself—hasn't been able to since the use of the human washing machine became out of question—but how can he not be interested when his number one suspect is acting so out of the ordinary? He predicts that Light won't last much longer, though, taking his personality, habits, and image into account.
Or, a fic in which Yotsuba!Light Yagami is avoiding taking a shower while he's chained to L. This is, in part, because he's working hard to keep anyone from finding out that he's trans, but also because taking a shower with L would be gay and Light's obviously not. Obviously.
Rating: Explicit
Category: mlm
Fandom: Death Note
Relationship: LawLight
Additional tags: T4T L/Yagami Light, Trans Yagami Light, Trans L, Internalized Homophobia, Vaginal Fingering, Awkward first times, Unsafe Binding, Touch Starved Characters, L has no sense of boundaries, dubious consent, Yagami Light is Very Petty, hair washing, Light "I can excuse being trans but I draw the line at being gay" imagaY
Words: 17582, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Link to Fic:
Haha it sure has been a minute, huh?
Anyways
HAPPY (VERY) LATE BIRTHDAY L DEATH NOTE
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The fic got longer than planned man
But uh on the plus side I made it just in time for @lawlightweek2022 so I'm glad for that honestly
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Lawlight Week Day 2: Sun
Rating: T to mild M // angst, kissing, mentioned nudity
The sun had sneaked in the window, casting tentative, creeping fingers across the nearly silent bedroom. It was a rare morning where Light awoke before L and he’d enjoy it like a secret—mere consciousness was worthy of suspicion when L was not there to observe him. L was curled away from him, one lanky leg thrust from the covers and hanging halfway off the bed. The sunlight fell upon his big toe so brightly that Light expected it to twitch, to jerk back under the safety of the blanket or to burst into flames like paper beneath a magnifying glass.
Nothing happened, of course. L breathed deep and calm and the sun kept creeping up his pale foot. It crossed the broken nail where L had stubbed it after stumbling on their chain. Outlined tendons and sparse black hairs, warmed the bony ankle that he’d twisted slightly in capoeira. It was still a little swollen but L wouldn’t admit it hurt, he’d never admit that.
It was easy to dismiss his intent behind studying the sleeping man like a painting properly lit. If he moved, he’d wake L and ruin this momentary peace, and there wasn’t much else to look at in here. A cluttered desk, stacks of files, the papers and scribbled notes and cupcake wrappers L shed like steam evaporating from a teapot. While he was still and quiet he didn’t have to think about the case, the Task Force looking up their train schedules and heading to work.
He didn’t have to think about what had happened last night when they’d all gone home and it had just been him and L alone in this room. He didn’t have to think about how many times it had happened before and would happen again, until one of them killed the other. They didn’t talk about it, only found each other in the darkness each night and took out all the frustrations of the day. There was no explanations for it, no sentimentality or whispered words between lovers. There was only grasping hands and desperation, the taste of sugar and inexperience at wanting. And then L would sleep like the dead and sometimes give him mornings like this, if Light had really worn him out.
The finger of sunlight was up to L’s knee now and had become prismatic as it hit a beveled part of the window. He wanted to get up and throw open the curtains, to force all of L into the light and expose what they were. To make him see it with the precision and irrefutability of a laser beam, as he did, and cut him with the truth. Admit it, you—
“You’re up early.”
Light was jarred from his thoughts by L’s sleepy baritone, and it had just enough of an edge to tell him that L was annoyed he’d woken up first. Predictable. He wanted an explanation. “Maybe you’re up late. Ever think of that?”
“You should have woken me up then.” L stretched his leg and Light followed its movement as it shifted the broken spectrum.
“I like you in the morning, when you’re asleep.” Light sighed as a cloud passed over the sun and the magic was gone again. The room was dim and grey. “Didn’t want to ruin it.”
L squirmed around to face Light, his grey eyes both curious and accusing. “I thought you preferred me in the dark.” When Light’s eyes widened at the insinuation he added, “A coffin perhaps?” A wry smile tugged one corner of his mouth.
So close. Light sighed and gave L a tired look. “Not funny, Ryuzaki.”
“I found it amusing. Or I would if it weren’t true.” L turned his searchlights on to full power, looking past skin to the shadows inside the other man. He’s still in there, hiding. Kira.
Light opened his mouth to say something more, something tender and unexpected that would catch L off-guard and kill the man’s cynicism instead. But he felt silly and closed it again, finally just muttering, “Why is everything you find amusing a jab at me? If you hate me so much then why do you keep wanting to—“
“Don’t.” There was a warning in L’s eyes and something approaching fear. “We have work to do. Get up.”
“I won’t.” Light gazed back at L just as fiercely and shook his head. “Not until we talk about this thing between us. I can’t stand it anymore! You act like nothing’s happening until we’re alone in the dark, and it’s like someone else is here. Someone honest. Are you ashamed you want me?”
L frowned slightly and looked away, remembering all the things they’d done when no one was looking. When he wasn’t looking. But he didn’t need to see Light to know him, did he? He spent most of his hours staring at the man, watching him and studying every detail. And still I cannot see. “No, I’m not ashamed,” he said quietly. “But it’s not that simple. I shouldn’t want you because I can’t have you. You’re my suspect. It’s wrong for me to…I’ll stop.” It was a lie and he knew it. “It won’t happen again.”
Light huffed, “Coward. Wake up already!” He threw off the covers and sat up on his knees, hair tousled and still nude from the night before. “Look at me.” When L stubbornly didn’t, he reached over the headboard to throw open the curtains and sat back. “Ryuzaki…” He gently turned L’s face to him. “Look at me.”
L did look and pulled in a sharp, soft breath. Light was dazzling, surreally beautiful in the full morning sun. Something carved from ice and gold to set atop a pedestal, surely not made of flesh and blood. L had extrapolated his form from clothed observation and blind touch, but his imagination had been woefully lacking against reality. “I see you, Light.” I see Kira.
Light moved to straddle L’s lap and placed the man’s hands on his chest. “No more hiding in the shadows,” he whispered.
L stared up at him with soft realization, seeing so much that was new and strong and, perhaps, could be his.
Light felt L’s fingers twitch against his skin before they yanked him down into a searing kiss, warmed by more than the sun. L was awake and he liked the man far, far better this way.
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