#lawlightweek2k17

[lawlight-week]

Name of creator: @haleybopcomet

Created for: @minisuccessor

Prompt: Wearing traditional Japanese Yukatas/Dancing at night surrounded by stars

Comments: Hello!! Surprise, I turned out to be your ‘secret Santa’ haha, or whatever the equivalent is for these sorts of exchanges ;;v;; I hope you don’t mind that I combined two of your prompts! I really really hope you like it! I love you ❤

#lawlightweek2k17 #exchange #haleybopcomet #minisuccessor #fanart #death note #lawlight #submission

[mgcmind]

Lawlight Week - Wrath

This is the fic that came out of me asking myself the question, “how would L and Light get divorced?” Answer: dramatically, and with a lot (A LOT) of wrath. Fic is written in the manner of a trashy gossip magazine.

The Dynamic Detective Duo is Calling it Quits!

The Great Detective L Lawliet and Detective Extraordinaire Light Yagami are Hiring Lawyers in What Looks to be a Nasty Divorce! Full Story Inside!

Notoriously private and seemingly inseparable, the world-famous L Lawliet and his longtime lover Light Yagami have long been the apple of the public eye. This esteemed periodical, Detective Watch, has seen them bring justice to victims the world over. They have solved countless international crimes, and together are estimated to have caught 1,245 criminals to date. And it hasn’t only been justice on their minds! Detective Watch can report that the two young men have been spotted in flagrante delicto everywhere from Milan to Zimbabwe, from Sydney to New York, from Beijing to Rio de Janeiro. It is widely reported that the pair married just one year ago in a private ceremony in London. They seemed to have had a passion for the ages.

But the honeymoon is over! Sources report that both detectives have hired attorneys specializing in divorce proceedings. Though we cannot confirm or deny these reports, it is widely believed that Light filed for divorce last week, citing “irreconcilable differences or whatever the fuck they’re calling it these days when you married a complete asshole.” Ouch! Burn! For his part, L seems not to be outdone. Detective Watch has obtained exclusive copies of a subpoena sent from L’s lawyers to his former beau. We have learned that L is suing Light for sole ownership of 5 out of 7 jointly-owned mansions, including a private island bungalow in the South Pacific, estimated to be worth 65 million British pounds. (Longtime readers will recall that this bungalow was widely rumored to be the place where L and Light’s passionate affair was first consummated.) In turn, Light’s attorneys have documented their intentions to counter-sue. They seek proprietorship of various pieces of intellectual property from the Lawliet-Yagami estate, as well as sole custody of a standard poodle named Romeo. A wide range of reliable sources report that L Lawliet responded personally to this countersuit, in the form of barricading the entrance to Light Yagami’s residence in Tokyo with several thousand kilograms of Puppy Chow. (Light Yagami is still rumored to be trapped inside.)

We have reached out to representatives of both parties for comment on this developing story but have received no reply as of the time of this printing. Will L and Light come to an understanding and save their rocky relationship? Will they part ways amicably? Or will these divorce proceedings turn into an all-out bloodbath? Only time will tell! Stick with Detective Watch for all the latest developments!

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#lawlightweek2k17 #wrath #fic #lawlight #divorce #fake tabloid #my fic #day2 #what am I doing with my life? #this

[niahana]

Because I’m a bored piece of trash and I found @mgcmind‘s ‘Lawlight Week’ post to be hilarious, I decided to read it like a trash gossip podcast/news show. Credit goes to mgcmind for the read material, of course!

Link to post: Here

#lawlight #lawlightweek2k17 #mgcmind #audio

[fearlotsarchive]

@lawlight-week

Title: The Arcana Name of creator: @archangelarts Created for: @silvia-aivlis Prompt: Light and L in any tarot card(s) of your choice. Characters: L as the Tower and Light as The Devil descriptions and notes below the cut:

15-The Devil

“The scary monster that waits to unmake us is no other than ourselves...If you believe in yourself you can pluck the mask free, but if you give in to negative impulses, the mask instead becomes a part of you. Throw it away now, while you still can.”

16 - The Tower

“The Tower is something you have come to rely on, a truth you believe utterly, or a life you have grown accustomed to. And, in this card, it is entirely destroyed in a roaring, starving fire.” 

(excerpts from Maggie Stiefvater’s “Illuminating the Prophecy”)

I had a lot of fun with this! These roles could easily have been interchanged and that is one of the reasons I love this pairing-they both have such similar flaws. Expect more on this though because I am not quite happy with it yet. I’ll probably go back and paint these properly but I didn’t want you to have to wait forever! Thanks so much for coming up with such a great prompt!

#lawlightweek2k17 #lawlight #tarot cards #l lawliet #light yagami #my art #ignore the flaws #pleease

[atutsie]

Lawlight week theme: Greed 

Title: Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough

Summary:  ‘I will create the new world for our child, L.’ L/Fem!Light (Light gets pregnant during Kira investigation.)

Beta reader: @sentinelai​

A/N: I didn’t expect that I’d actually be able to submit something for lawlight week. Anyways. Okay. I am aware that I might just talking to the void because majority of the fandom dislikes this trope. But if you are one of the few who would be willing to give this a try, THANK YOU. I hope you enjoy this fic and don't be shy to tell me your honest opinions. I also hope you’d love Light-chan as much as I do~ shamelessly tags @blackfeline-wastaken here.

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much, and it's bad when you know it's your heart you can't trust. There's a reason why people don't stay where they are. Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough.

—Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough (Patty Smith)

She stares. Her breathing stops. No. Her fingers are curled on the edge of the sink, frigid and trembling. She grips too tight, nails digging too hard, not caring if she ruined her perfected manicure. She closes her eyes and wishes —it's futile, she knows— that they disappear. Oh please, no.

Two lines.

And then… she breathes again. She is then freed from the tension that oppressed her in the last hour. She inhales, easing up her fingers as her mind finally wraps around the reality: I'm pregnant. She exhales, dragging along the other half of her dilemma: and the father is L. Her lips curled, and it turns into a short huff - mocking and self-deprecating.

This is not right. It's wrong.

Strands of her hair fall slowly as she dips her head. She stares and stares and still it remains: two red lines of Light Yagami's disgrace.

I failed my parents are her first thoughts. Because she's just 18 and unmarried. Because she's a brilliant daughter with the brightest future ahead of her. Because she has the biggest plans and the biggest dreams, and it does not include this.

'Just trust me, father. Trust L.' She remembers those words, coated with conviction, fortified by trust. 'It's a purely professional relationship' she assures him. And she meant them that time. Because she had her priorities, she had to be freed, to be cleansed of the taint in her name, and she did not have time for pointless activities. Because the world chaotic, the world must be saved, and her trivial conflicts mean nothing against it.

But then again, her plans did not include Kira and L. It did not include being a prime suspect in a supernatural mass murder and being handcuffed to L, nurturing fragments of mutual yet unsolicited attraction to each other. It is the most intimate human relationship Light has ever had. And she knows she does not regret it, that deep inside she is glad she experienced all kinds of foreign emotions with L. It was untimely and highly inappropriate —a mistake she should've stopped from the beginning. She knows, oh god, she knows so well. She tried so hard, tossing her emotions aside, focusing on the case, but L's presence was constant. A consistent annoyance that reminded her of all the hideous suspicions that brought her to this dilemma. And oh, the irony. It had turned into her comfort. L was then the oasis amid the desert, the rainbow after the rain, the light at the end of the tunnel.

The fucking release of my sexual frustrations, she thinks mockingly.

She thinks of Yumiko, her classmate who dropped high school due to her pregnancy. She tells her, 'Don't worry. I know everything will be alright', and she thinks it's stupid of her to lose her future to a bastard who does not intend to take responsibility and abandons her then and there.

She thinks of L, her own bastard —irresponsible with questionable morality. She thinks of the same fate that awaits her, albeit worse, because she is not dumb enough to believe that L would sacrifice his work for them. She knows this, but respects him nevertheless.

'Poor girl,' she imagines the people saying, judging her, reducing her to the 'mistake' she committed. She finds it funny that all the blame would always fall on the female only, and that it was never on the male who shared the mistake. She felt awful. She loathes it the most. Underestimated for my gender again, she thinks.

The subtle jangles of the chain resound in the bathroom. With the gentlest touch, her palm rubs small circles on her abdomen. A life exists inside, she thinks and it feels heavier. She dips her head, leaning against the mirror. She closes her eyes once again. A life that L and I created, she continues. A smile ghosts on her lips at the thought and she allows it to linger.

Then there's more prominent sound of metal against tiles, dragging them on the floor.

No.

She detaches herself from the mirror right away, washing away all the doubts, the self-loathing, the naivety to hope for a happy ending.

She stands with dignity; with the conviction she wears every day. Because she is Light Yagami. She is different, she stands above everyone else, as she has always been.

This is wrong and I��

His eyes glance on her hand before he looks straight to her. L wears the same bland expression, concealing any thought and emotion at that moment. She stares back at L, gripping the kit tighter. Light waits.

He does not ask, he just states: "Positive."

"Positive," she replies, showing the pregnancy kit to him.

He picks it, thumb and index finger loosely holding onto it and then, he stares. Those dark eyes are devoted on the same two lines that had just changed Light Yagami's life completely.

"I see," he says.

A pause.

And he throws it to the trash can. 'Ryu—' Light protests but her hand was then captured by L's, he drags Light, tugging her when she remained immobile. His hand feels cold. She feels the slightest of trembles and the desperation in his grasp. He is as anxious as I am, she concludes.

His fingers are silent and secretive; they crawl on her palm and he laces them together. He speaks in his monotonous voice.

"Light-chan, we must go back to our bedroom and resume working on the Kira case."

—I will make it right.

Read the rest of the fic here:

FFN / AO3

#lawlightweek2k17 #lawlight #my fic #l x light

[drownin-in-fear]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: L/Yagami Light Characters: L (Death Note), Yagami Light Additional Tags: Lawlight Week 2017, Seven Deadly Sins, greed - Freeform, Royalty AU Summary: Things were different once. Light is no longer the person he used to be and it shows.

#lawlight #lawlightweek2k17 #Day one: greed

[lesbian-misa-amane]

one (1) fic is still good, yeah?

#lawlightweek2k17 #i think that's all i can (mentally) manage now #that's it #it's not even that i don't have ideas #like i have an idea for every day #but i just can't write for every day?????? ya feel???? #i really love all the ideas i've come up with #but now is not the time for me #i will put a fic out for lust #i can promise that much #but that might be it for me #and said fic could even be expanded upon #who knows anymore #i can't write 7 #but i can write 1 #and that'll have to be enough #i would need 7 months to write 7 fics #just b/c that's how i work #i would write out all the other ideas #but i don't want to steal prompts???? that's pretty dickish???? #especially b/c they'd come out LONG past the week #idk #doesn't matter #what matters is y'all will get 1 fic #and i hope you'll like it #with the amount of oversharing you would be think this was my personal blog lmao

[ruindunburnit]

Just a quick word to say thank you to everyone who sent wishes and made my 23rd birthday special, but especially to @lawlight-week , whose convenient scheduling was apparently all the incentive I needed to take part, but also for managing to queue Cavalier Youth to hit the web on the 12th. I don't think you planned it that way? But I loved it. You guys are a truly awesome bunch to put this Lawlight week on for us. You make this fandom great. Lots of love to you all, --Ruin Dun Burnit

#lawlightweek2k17 #lawlight week #modpost #birthday #sorry if this is really soppy #it's not a British birthday until the birthday boy finally opens up and says what he's been bottling up all year long

[lawlight-week]

4 Times Light Tried to Set L Up on a Date

Title: 4 Times Light Tried to Set L Up on a Date Name of creator: @pashmina-dhaage Created for: @lovelierblank Prompt: “Some sort of non-Kira AU where L and Light are friends. Light tries to set L up on a date with a girl he knows but she doesn’t turn up, so the two of them basically end up on the date instead. This keeps happening for every date Light tries to set him up on” Characters: L, Light Yagami Rating, warnings and no. of words (for fics): None

He didn’t realize exactly when it happened, but one morning L Lawliet nodded at him in class and it dawned on Light that they were probably friends now.

It was probably the day Matsuda screwed up once again and L and Light looked at each other in exasperation. Or when they got into yet another argument in class about something or the other. Or maybe it was when the argument left them both smirking and feeling alive.

L Lawliet wasn’t an easy person to know. He had transferred a few months ago. Light remembered feeling vaguely sorry for him the first time he saw him. He looked like the perfect guy to bully; thin and wiry, bags under his eyes and a tendency to stare at people unblinkingly till they looked away, uncomfortable. Apparently the class bullies who cornered him in the playground had the same first impression. It didn’t take long for him to prove them wrong.

It was probably the tennis match. Yes, that’s when they had truly started to hang out with each other. Soon, Light discovered there were a lot of things that he had gotten wrong about L. He was stronger than he looked, smarter than he appeared and more sarcastic than people gave him credit for. Light hated his guts and yet, he couldn’t help but spend more time with him, even if it was spent arguing.

What infuriated him the most about L was how little he knew about him. He somehow managed to evade all questions about his personal life. All Light knew that L had no parents and lived with his guardian, and that he was filthy rich. L rarely showed interest in anything that happened in school, yet managed to tie with Light when results came out. His participation in conversations with other classmates was limited to a few sarcastic comments and condescending remarks. The only person he really interacted with was Light, and Light tried to not feel ‘special’ because of this. He was just another guy. Maybe smarter than most other people and surprisingly athletic when it came to sports but just another guy.

Maybe it was this curiosity that ultimately led to the beginning of their friendship.

A year later, and Light had made some progress with L. He had discovered a few more things about L: he was obsessed with desserts and was always craving strawberry shortcake. He lived in a huge mansion at the outskirts of the city with his guardian, Watari and his brother, Mello. He was half-British and had lived in England before coming to Japan. He hated wearing shoes, was weirdly flexible, and could get really cranky if things didn’t go his way.

It took a while for Light to admit that he was curious about L’s romantic life. It was pure curiosity of course, and hypothetical, and only because L was so weird as a person Light wondered how he’d behave on a date. While Light received a lot of unreciprocated attention from girls in his school, L rarely showed interest in anyone. Not to mention, his general demeanour was enough to keep any potential suitors away.

Which is why Light grabbed the first opportunity to come his way to investigate.

‘Light-kun, Mello wanted me to tell you that he expects you at our house at 5 to play Mario Kart with him’, L intoned during the school break.

Light frowned. ‘Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m busy today.’

L looked up from his cake. ‘Are you?’

‘Yes, I thought I told you’, Light said. ‘I am going on a date with Misa today’, he added, smiling. ‘I thought I should give her a chance, since she is so persistent.’

L raised a brow. ‘Oh’, he stabbed his cake, ‘I didn’t know you…liked Misa.’

‘Yeah well, I like her enough to give her a chance and I guess she is…pretty, right?’

L shrugged. ‘She is very attractive, yeah.’ Light felt a pang of annoyance. Misa was okay.

‘So listen, Misa has a friend who is also very, um, pretty, and Misa suggested that we go on a double date’, Light said, rather hurriedly.

L blinked at him. ‘Double date? With who?’

Light rolled his eyes. ‘With you, L. Her friend and you, and Misa and I, together.’

L stared at him. Light stared back, expectantly.

‘Why is Light-kun setting me up on a date?’

Light swallowed. ‘Well it was Misa who suggested it-’

‘Misa Amane hates me.’

‘-and then I thought it was a good idea! I mean, what’s there to lose?’

L was still looking at him as though he was trying to piece things together.

‘Fine, okay, I will come. Tell me where and when.’

Light had gone on a few dates before, but he didn’t remember feeling half as much as he was feeling now. He felt nervous but eager, and it wasn’t because of Misa. Setting a date up with Misa had been easy. He knew she liked him, and he had agreed to go on a date with her if she brought a friend for L too. He was almost confident L would end up making a fool of himself on the date and it would make Light’s day if he was there to witness it.

Light’s doorbell rang at exactly five as he was buttoning up his shirt. He heard Sayu open it and a minute later, she called out for him. He hurried down the stairs and opened the door, expecting to see L slouching at the door, except that he wasn’t.

It was L but…Light had seen L outside school several times, but he had never seen him dressed like this. He was wearing a button-down shirt and slacks like him, except that the clothes fit him well, unlike his usual loose attire. His hair was properly brushed for once and styled neatly (Light suspected it was Mello’s work). And he was wearing shoes.

‘Something wrong, Light-kun?’ L asked innocently. Light realized he had been staring.

‘No. I-er, you look good, L. You actually put in effort for the date…’, Light said, rather lamely.

‘Of course, Light-kun. It’s our first’, L replied, eyes twinkling.

The walk to the cafe was short and Light was still reeling from the fact that L knew how to dress up for a date. Maybe he wasn’t so clueless about romance as Light initially had thought. He toyed with the idea of L actually being nice to someone other than Light for once and getting along with Misa’s friend. It was…disturbing.

‘They aren’t here yet’, Light observed as they entered the cafe and took a seat near the window. The cafe was fairly popular among couples and was buzzing with sounds of conversation and laughter. Light whipped out his phone to check the time. L went straight for the menu.

‘I think we should wait for the girls to come before ordering anything’, Light said distractedly.

‘Hmm, I suppose so’, L replied, still carefully going through the dessert portion. Light texted Misa to hurry up and put down his phone. He looked at L.

‘So’, he began, ‘what kind of girls do you like?’

L didn’t even look up. ‘Pretty. Intelligent. Someone who can keep up.’

Light raised his eyebrows. ‘Huh.’

‘So how was Light-kun’s day?’ L finally shut the menu and kept it aside.

‘The usual. You were with me the whole time, L’, Light rolled his eyes. He wondered if Misa’s friend was pretty and intelligent.  

‘Not the entire time’, L shrugged. ‘So what did Light-kun think of the case we came across while hacking the NPA’s website from your father’s computer?’

‘Keep your voice down’, Light shushed L. L rolled his eyes. ‘I solved it, of course. I sent an anonymous tip to the NPA as well’, Light added, proud.

‘Ah, so did I. Let’s see if Light-kun came to the correct conclusion as well.’

‘Your conclusion isn’t necessarily the correct conclusion, L.’

‘I beg to differ.’

They spend the next twenty minutes arguing about the case, even though both of them had narrowed it down to the same suspect. Light almost forgot about the date.

‘Where are these two? Oh, Misa replied to the text’, Light frowned at the phone. ‘She says she got an urgent call from her agent and wouldn’t be able to come, and her friend is apparently busy with something too. This is ridiculous’, Light muttered. ‘I can’t believe Misa stood me up.’

L, to his credit, looked entirely unaffected. ‘Ah that’s sad, I dressed up for nothing’, he said dryly. ‘Well, might as well enjoy the food here, right?’

Light snapped his phone shut, feeling annoyed at Misa but also strangely relieved. ‘Right.’

Light was not one to give up so easily. He tried again.

‘So, this girl, Kyoko, she keeps coming to see our tennis matches’, he said lightly. ‘I think she likes you’, he said teasingly, watching L carefully from the corner of his eyes.

L looked thoughtful. ‘You think so?’

‘Yeah, and I mean, she is sort of, cute, I guess’, Light tried, ‘want me to ask her out for you?’

‘Well’, L mumbled, ‘I’m not averse to the idea, but…’

‘But what?’

‘I am not very good around girls. It was fine the last time we went out because Light-kun was with me, but alone, I am not very…friendly’, L said, eyes hidden. Was he embarrassed?

‘Oh that’s not a problem’, Light said breezily, ‘I could help you with that. I can come with you and hang around for some time to put you at ease and then you can take it from there.’

L looked up. ‘You’d do that? That’s very nice of you, Light-kun.’

Light smiled. ‘No problem. I’m sorry about the last time though, I didn’t think Misa would be so irresponsible.’

‘It’s okay’, L replied, ‘we managed to have a good time still, didn’t we?’

Kyoko didn’t turn up. Light and L waited outside the park for twenty minutes before deciding to screw it and go to the nearest McDonalds because they were starving. Kyoko apparently later texted L to tell him that something had come up and she couldn’t go out with him. To L’s credit, it didn’t look like he minded, at all. They spent the day walking around the park, arguing about L’s music tastes and why he disliked shoes.

Still, Light persisted. He managed to convince Yuri to give L a chance. But she cancelled at the last moment too; apparently she was part of the swimming team and due to last-minute rescheduling, her tryouts were conflicting with the date. L and Light ended up going to Spaceland anyway. He came back home exhausted but content and grinning ear-to-ear.

Next was Naomi, who was perhaps the only one L ever talked to in school, apart from Light. She looked surprised when Light asked her out for L, and then amused, which annoyed Light. She chose to introduce Light to her boyfriend, Raye, after they had already waited for half an hour inside the mall for the date. L merely shrugged and shook hands with Raye, looking unperturbed, and the only person who looked as confused as Light felt, was Raye himself.  

Four times. Four times Light had tried to set up L on a date, and somehow he was stood up each time. It didn’t add up. He had no idea why anyone would try to sabotage L’s dates. A lot of people didn’t like him, but no one had a grudge against him.

Unless.

Well, there was only one way to find out. He picked up his phone. Kyoko first.

‘There is this place Sayu keeps talking about, apparently they make really good sushi. We should go there’, Light said as they walked back from school together.

L hummed. ‘Are you trying to set me up on a date again, Light-kun?’

Light chuckled. ‘Well, sort of. Speaking of which, isn’t it a weird coincidence that all the girls I set you up with ended up cancelling the dates? All of them?’ He said, glancing at L.

‘Yes, very unfortunate for me’, L agreed. He could tell by the look in L’s eyes that L knew where this was going. He persisted.

‘Weird that both the Astronomy Club that Kyoko is a part of and the Swimming team Yuri is a part of, would reschedule important events such that both of them are unable to come for the dates, isn’t it?’

L chewed on his lip. ‘Very weird, yes.’

‘I wonder why Naomi didn’t tell me about her boyfriend when I asked her out for you. We could have just stayed home and not wasted our time at the mall, right?’

The corners of L’s lips were tugging up in the smallest smile. Light felt his pulse quicken. ‘It was very inconsiderate of Naomi, yes.’

‘I don’t know how you managed to stop Misa from coming to the date, but, L’- Light stopped walking and turned to face him. ‘Why did you sabotage your own dates?’

L looked at him blankly. ‘Did I?’ he said in an infuriatingly calm voice, but his eyes were twinkling. ‘I thought we had a lot of fun on all our dates, Light-kun’.

Light wished he could stop the blood from rushing to his face.

‘Well’, he managed to say, ‘you could have just asked me out.’

L smirked, leaning towards Light to kiss him on the nose. ‘But where’s the fun in that?’

Which is how, Light discovered another thing about L. He could dress well when he wanted to, was surprisingly good at sabotaging his own dates, and had a crush on Light Yagami.

 [A/N: L didn’t do anything to stop Misa from coming, but her not turning up for the date gave him the idea of sabotaging his own future dates so he could spend time with Light. Light and Mello play Mario Kart and Mello pretends to hate him but really he doesn’t. L knew about Naomi’s boyfriend already and Naomi knew about L’s crush on Light, which is why, she thought the whole thing was hilarious]

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[lawlight-week]

Title: Now The World Is Ours


Name of creator: @shipaholic


Created for: 
@tsuki-keehl

Prompt: “Angst” + “bottom!Light"


Characters: Light, L


Rating, warnings and no. of words (for fics): R (M for part 2), nuclear apocalypse, 1781 words (this part)

It’s day thirty-eight. The air is yellow and L is still not back.

Light sips his coffee. There isn’t much else to do. The monitors have been blank ever since the bomb hit, and the back-up generator hasn’t brought them back online. Venturing beyond the control room in search of a fix has been deemed inadvisable.

So, this is where they’ve holed up. This bland square space filled with non-functioning tech is all that’s available to them. Light considers his good luck, in spite of it all. Of all the places to be when nuclear warfare breaks out, L’s stupid ostentatious building had turned out to be a godsend. Radiation-resistant walls. The backup generator whirs along and keeps the lights on and the kettle working. A water filter, for L’s million cups of tea. Gas masks.

The only exit to the room is the exit to the building. L goes out to get supplies. Mostly other people’s radios and televisions he’s deconstructed. They don’t need food, for now - the kitchen is well-stocked, and Light has drawn up a plan for rations, just in case. Neither of them suffers easily from cabin-fever. Light learned that about himself during his fifty days’ confinement. As for L, Light wonders if his stint at university was his first time out of doors.

Light takes another sip of coffee. The handcuff chain clinks against the arm of his chair.

Ah, yes. Those. Light had really, really hoped he’d seen the back of those.

L had disillusioned him the first day he’d decided one of them would need to go outside.

—

“Kira cannot be trusted on his own.”

Light had stared at the twin loops dangling from L’s crabbed, pinched thumb and forefinger. He’d pushed down the urge to scream.

“We proved my innocence. You stared at those rules for hours and you couldn’t think of a loophole.”

“I think we’re beyond proof now, Kira-kun. Hold out your arm.”

“I am not Kira. It is impossible for me to be Kira. The policemen of my country have determined that I am innocent. I don’t have to do anything you say.”

L sighed. Light laughed. The sound was sharp and echoing in the metal box they now called home.

“You must be overjoyed, now it’s just the two of us. Nobody can stop you tormenting me now. It was never really about proof, was it? You know I didn’t do it, and that’s why you’re out to get me - because I showed you up. I showed everyone The Great L was wrong. You want to punish me for not being Kira.”

L’s jawline twitched. It was the first time Light had seen an emotion force its way onto his face.

“I went easy on you before, Light.” There is no pleasure on L’s plain, tired face; only immovable dislike. “During our fistfights. A trained martial artist versus a teen with a handful of high-school boxing lessons under his belt? Don’t fool yourself into thinking we were evenly matched. If I’d fought back with no care to your safety, I would have done you a serious injury. Now, I could spend the next few hours laying out why you are Kira, and why those rules in the Death Note are fake, and how you have engineered this situation to provide yourself an alibi. But I am tired, and we are out of time. Hold out your arm.”

Light laughed again. It was hard to hold back, in this new ruined world. His laugh rolled around and around the room.

He refused.

It was a miscalculation.

—

That was weeks ago.

Light rubs his jaw with the hand not holding coffee. It still twinges when he presses too hard.

In the end, he can’t stop L doing what he wants. A small light of rage burns within him, replenishing every time he looks at L, every hour he spends tied to this chair. But it isn’t defeat, not really. L is just as trapped as he is.

Footsteps sound in the corridor outside.

Whenever L comes back, Light has a shameful urge to prick up his ears and lean towards the entrance, like a dog. He only does it because nothing else happens here. But for an instant that flame of rage gets directed at himself, for feeling anything at L’s comings and goings. Light’s priority is to ensure he stays alive and L dies, and the latter will happen as soon as the former is assured.

The door sweeps open, and a yellow astronaut steps into the room.

The astronaut places a backpack carefully on the ground. It straightens up and removes its helmet. Underneath is L’s head, smaller than usual with his body covered in bulky hazmat-wear.

Light lets out a breath. He hates the feeling of relief creeping up inside him. If L became a shambling radiated zombie, or got his head bashed open by some desperate person, Light’s only reason to mourn would be for his own odds of survival.

“You were gone overnight. I was worried,” he said out loud.

L starts to wriggle out of the hazmat suit. No doubt it’ll be left in a pile on the floor until the next trip. “Apologies, Light. I found an office that was still accessible on the ground floor. It made sense to work through the night.” Just as Light knew he would, he discards his suit on the ground like an old skin. L crouches on the floor and unzips the backpack.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alive. I could do with another coffee when you’ve got a moment.” Light watches L pull bits of deconstructed computer out of the backpack. Unusually for him, he has remembered Light’s request for more toothpaste. A bright pink, half-empty bottle of shampoo, obviously stolen from some teenage girl’s bathroom, is crammed at the bottom. And so are… condoms.

Light blinks as L lays the little box on the floor with the other personal items. Definitely condoms. There’s no reason Light would hallucinate that.

“That’s a little presumptuous,” he says.

L lifts his huge eyes. His dark circles are worse than ever. If he stayed up all of last night, Light calculates he must be nearing hour eighty without sleep.

“It is still possible there are other survivors. In case we end up accommodating more people, I am trying to prepare as broad a range of supplies as possible. These don’t expire for another five years, so that gives us plenty of time.”

Light wants to laugh, but he feels too exasperated. “L, quite besides the fact that no-one else in Tokyo is likely to have been inside, effectively, a nuclear bunker when a bomb was dropped on them with no warning -”

“Breathe, Light,” L mutters.

“- And besides the fact that we now live in a single room, which while spacious, does not provide for privacy or sound-proofing -” Light does pause for breath at that point. L inspires a lot of run-on sentences - “I doubt anyone with the dubious luck of being alive in this hell on earth has sex on their mind.”

“Oh well. I’ll put them with the spare batteries.” L sets the condoms aside.

Light watches him as he sorts through the guts of the computers he’s shredded. He feels vaguely rattled, though he doesn’t know why. It isn’t just because he spent the night chained to a chair, while L was apparently raiding strangers’ night stands for sex aids.

“You’re lying to me,” he says, half to himself.

L’s nimble fingers stop sorting bits of metal. Light’s always found them interesting to watch, the strange crabbed way L holds them at odds with their dexterity. They remind him of spindly pale insects he once saw in a nature documentary.

“I regret, due to the nature of my work, I am frequently lying to you, Light-kun. As ever, I pray you won’t take it personally.”

“Oh, spare me,” Light snaps. “It’s the goddamn apocalypse. Nobody has a job any more.”

The words surprise him. The concept of an apocalypse feels straight out of comic books. It’s not a word he would normally reach for. Still, he realises that this is how it feels. Not just that Tokyo has ended, but the world has.

His New World has died, right when he’d begun to shape it for the better.

L gives him a look, but doesn’t comment on his odd word choice. “As far as I am concerned, L is a job for life. It’s not as if I was drawing a salary. I am still working a case, even as the circumstances I am working in become… highly irregular.”

“Ah, the case.” Light rolls his eyes and tips his chair back. “Some might call it selfish to fixate on catching one murderer when millions are dead and the world is in shambles.”

“What an abrupt change in Light-kun’s attitude.” L’s voice is sharp. “I recall you giving me a black eye the last time I lost focus on the Kira case.”

“Well, what can I say. Statistically, Kira is probably dead. And if not, he must be having a job locating new victims at the moment.” Light sets his empty cup down on the ground. His eye catches the condom packet and he almost loses his train of thought. “But far be it for me to question your priorities, L. One: acquire as much junk as you can carry. Two: provide for the sex lives of hypothetical guests. Three: chain up the one person who could help you and call them a murderer. Four -”

L drops the bit of piping in his hand to the tiled floor. The crash rings throughout the room.

Light almost jumps out of his skin. He stares from the pipe on the ground to L’s tightly drawn mouth.

“Light. Shut up.”

Light’s mouth snaps shut. He has never seen L lose his temper.

L resumes picking through his stack of parts, while Light’s brain whirs into overtime. It is the condoms that’s bothering him. L’s explanation makes no sense. And everything he does is calculated. Dropping them in front of Light like that… it was a provocation.

The conclusion drops neatly into Light’s head like the answer to a test. He smiles.

“You’re lonely,” he says.

L pauses. He doesn’t look up.

Light’s voice brims with satisfaction. “You’re afraid you’re going to die. So you’re hoping for a pity-fuck.”

L still says nothing. Light doesn’t need him to. His smile widens.

They spend the rest of the hours until bed in silence. Light doesn’t get his coffee. He doesn’t care. The triumph burning inside him, for once, is enough to drown the anger.

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Title: All I see are dark grey clouds Name of creator: @mr-frog-man Created for: @thequietonesarethedarkestones Prompt: Kissing in the rain Characters: Light, L

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Title: I am L  Name of creator: @archangelart Created for: @ruindunburnit Prompt: L and Light meet for the first time. 

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Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: L Sandwich…? o-o Name of creator: @lovelierblank Created for: @neverescape Prompt: Light/L/B in any combination

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Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: Nexus Name of creator: @mgcmind Created for: @dotti55 Prompt: Light opens up to L the fact he thinks he’s gay. Characters: L Lawliet/Light Yagami Rating, warnings and no. of words: rated G, no warnings, 1758 words

The realization comes upon L slowly, which is unusual for him, as most realizations slam into his mind hard and fast, like freight trains. When he looks back on it, it is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when he changed from the L who did not know to the L who did. Between late-night conversations (read: arguments) and early morning breakfasts, one truth about Yagami Light felt like it just…manifested itself, coming out from under the shadows and becoming brighter and brighter, until the thought of it ever being kept secret seemed ludicrous and unbelievable. (It is unusual for him to place this much importance on one piece of information. It isn’t as though it is useful for the investigation. It isn’t as though it is a clue. But perhaps it isn’t strictly the case that interests L right now.)

***

“Yagami-kun, do you believe in true love?” L asks one morning, early in their forced cohabitation, over scones and coffee.

Between one sip of coffee and the next, Light smiles, laughs a bit, like he thinks the question is a joke.

“Does anyone?” he answers, which isn’t really an answer at all.

“Of course,” says L. “Many people do, I expect.”

“Are you one of them?” asks Light. He keeps up a hint of the previous smile. One elbow rests casually on the tabletop, his chin sitting atop one lightly curled fist.

He is trying to deflect, and L says so.

Light stiffens a bit. The smile is nowhere to be seen now. (It means nothing, though. Light makes no expression, probably draws no breath, without precise, calculated intent. So if he looks caught off guard, it doesn’t mean he really is caught off guard.)

“So what if I am? This has nothing to do with the case. Are you going to lock me up again if I refuse to answer personal questions?”

L crunches into a scone. It is crispy on the outside. It is soft, warm, and luscious inwardly.

“That would be counter-productive,” he says. “Besides…what if I am merely trying to get to know you better? Is that so wrong? We are friends, aren’t we?”

“Strange topic for friends,” Light remarks drily, looking away.

L shrugs. He goes back to his scone.

Silence reigns for about thirty seconds or so. Then:

“Oh for God’s sake, Ryuzaki,” Light blurts out. “We both know you’re asking because you’re trying to convince me, yet again, to become intimate with Misa to get information about the second Kira. If I don’t believe in true love, you’ll say that there is no reason not to use my influence over Misa’s emotions to get information, since it could save many lives and won’t betray any hypothetical relationship with my True Love in the future. And if I do believe in true love, you’ll say that any True Love of mine would understand the position I’m in, and approve of whatever means I used to save innocent – or not so innocent – people. Because anyone compatible with me would have to have the mentality that the ends justify the means.”

L nods. No point in denying it, after all.

Light sets down his coffee cup with a none-too-gentle sound.

“If you’re smart enough for all of that, you should be smart enough to know I’m not refusing to seduce Misa because of the existence or nonexistence of any True Love,” Light tells him. “I’m refusing because it’s morally wrong. I have principles, Ryuzaki, and I’m asking you, yet again, to respect them.”

L makes a conciliatory gesture toward Light, over the tabletop.

“Very well, Yagami-kun. My apologies,” he says.

More silence. They finish breakfast, and manage to walk down the stairs to the investigation desks and computers without tripping each other up on the long handcuff chain.

When they sit down next to each other, each at their own respective monitors, Light says, “If you really want to know: no, I don’t believe in true love. And I don’t not believe in it either. I need evidence to make decisions, and I don’t have enough, at this point, to make a determination either way.”

L turns to look at him. He is met with shiny brown hair and a striking profile.

Then Light adds, with forced nonchalance, “And yes, we are friends.”

He turns to meet L’s gaze. His lips turn up - just the barest bit – into a small smile.

L finds himself wanting to smile back, inexplicably. He doesn’t, because Rue Ryuzaki certainly would not. But he does allow himself a nod and sincere-sounding, “thank you, Yagami-kun.”

***

Misa doesn’t miss an opportunity to flirt with Light. If she is around, she is dancing around him, trying to catch his eye, or else whispering in his ear, or smiling and batting her long eyelashes in his directions.

Light, for his part, never misses an opportunity to rebuff her advances. If she tries to sit in his lap, he stands and moves away. If she hangs off of his arm, he takes it back, pretending to type up research notes.

It seems incomprehensible to Misa that anyone could spend any length of time with Light Yagami and not want to engage with him romantically. When L attached his wrist to Light’s with a length of metal chain, her mind immediately jumped to L’s sexual preferences and how he clearly wanted Light near for his own gratification. When L corrected her, Misa reacted to him as a jealous lover would to a rival.

Misa is endearing, in her way, and L takes her accusations in stride. He takes her unwanted desserts, and bonks her on the head with paper megaphones, and occasionally joins her in teasing Light.

But even as he does these things, he remains acutely aware of his prime suspect. And he notes that throughout Misa’s endless flirtations, and her endless insinuations about L’s alleged homosexuality, Light remains conspicuously silent.

***

“I’m not lying to you, Ryuzaki!” Light screams. His voice - habitually an octave higher than most males his age, in order that he may appear kind, agreeable, and generally soft - goes an octave down. L realizes that this is how Light would sound normally, if he would allow himself to be even halfway authentic.

L prefers this voice. L will always prefer Light in his most truthful form. He will always be annoyed when Light obfuscates, or conceals, or downright lies.

“You are. You have been for months. You are Kira. There’s no question. Simply admit it.”

“I won’t!” yells Light, going so far as to stomp his foot. The moon shines itself like a spotlight on him.

“You hide yourself from everyone, all the time,” L says. “It is exhausting, isn’t it? Playing a part every second of every day? Wouldn’t it be nice to be honest with one person, at least? Wouldn’t it be nice to be honest with me?”

“I am honest with you! You’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you!”

“I have been called many things, Yagami-kun, but blind is not one of them,” says L mildly.

“That’s because I’m the only one you’ve ever met who’s smart enough to see it! You, with your pseudonyms and your computers and the goddamn persona you wear like a second skin! You want to lecture me about authenticity?” Light says, viciously. “Despite all your poking and prodding and invasions of privacy and these fucking things” - he brandishes the wrist with the handcuff on it - “despite all that, I’ve never lied to you!”

“Yagami-kun,” L scoffs. “You haven’t even been able to tell me the real reason you won’t investigate Misa.”

“I won’t manipulate her because I have principles! How many times to do I have tell you?!”

“Principles…” muses L. “Well, there may be some truth to that. But there is another reason. A deeper reason, something you won’t admit to me. I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself.”

And just like that, they’re no longer talking about the case.

Light’s eyes narrow, and his lips set themselves into an unbending line. The air surrounding them seems to chill all at once, and solidify like glass. Like ice. L wonders, for the first time in his life, if he has perhaps pushed someone too far.

“How dare you. How dare you!” Light hisses. “To think that I…that I honestly thought…”

He laughs, and it is a twisted, broken, furious sound.

“You can’t leave well enough alone, can you? It’s not enough for you to solve crimes? You have to push people and push and push and push until they break open. You want whatever anyone is hiding, whether it’s relevant to a crime or not! You can’t let anyone hold anything private, can you? You are so goddamned cold.”

Light delivers this diatribe with the harshest intonation L has ever heard another human being utter. Then he turns around, presenting L with his back, and stands, if possible, even taller and prouder than before.

“Congratulations, L. You’ve solved another mystery. Even if I were completely and utterly morally bankrupt, I wouldn’t be able to manipulate Misa the way you want me to. I couldn’t manipulate any woman that way. Not without a hell of a lot of mental gymnastics, anyway, and maybe the threat of torture as an incentive.” 

L says nothing. He never thought that Light would say so much, and he truly doesn’t know where to go from here.

“Nothing to say, Mr. Detective? I bet it’s still not enough for you. Not clear enough, or open enough, or honest enough, huh? I haven’t cut open my stomach and spilled my guts on the floor in front of you, so you aren’t satisfied. Fine. I suppose I’d hate for you to think me a coward, as well as a liar. So how’s this?”

Light turns around again, meeting L’s eyes with none of his typical kind-heartedness. None of his typical humanity.

“I’m gay.”

Still, L cannot speak. He can only stare. The moonlight pours down around Light’s shiny hair, creating the faintest of halos.

“Still nothing to say, huh? Why so quiet?” Light jeers. He can be truly vengeful when he wants to be. “Maybe instead of uncovering everyone else’s secrets, you ought to pay some attention to your own, detective.”

And with that, Light pulls the two of them to the computers, opens a browser window, and throws himself into research.

L tries to do the same, and finds himself a failure. 

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Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: He’s Nobody Name of creator: @mrskandycane Created for: @pashmina-dhaage Prompt:  "kid!Light meeting detective L (who’s probably like, 18? this is a non-ship prompt obviously)“ Characters: Light, L, Soichiro, Sachiko Rating, warnings and no. of words (for fics): 2033 words

The curtains were were zipped together as tightly as they could be stretched, but reddening strips of light slipped through the cracks in a jagged line against the wall - in Light’s mind, a crude sundial as it crept onto the floor with the evening. Deliberately, he faced away from the window - an empty cup, balmy with the pads of his fingertips in his hand - but the sound of engines humming in the street were acute in his ear, each louder as they became more scarce.

When one of those engines didn’t fade into the distance, instead it’s wheels grinding to a crawl, Light perked like a doe at the sound of a cracking twig. In an instant, he was up and winding around the wall, cup falling from his hands and socks drifting over the hardwood floor. Just as he had reached the door, the lock began to click and grind -

“Hey, Light-kun!”

Matsuda waved at the child from Soichiro’s side, a dumb smile plastered on his face - much to Soichiro’s chagrin.

It was not typical for Light’s father to return home with his co-workers, but he had recognized all of them - if not by their name, their appearance or voice. Matsuda, Ukita, the man with the flat hair, the bulky one, Aizawa -

I don’t recognize that one.

Light had frozen in front of the team, and quickly Soichiro was shuffling inside and closing the door behind him. “Good work today, everyone -” He had tried to say shortly, only for a tipsy “Get some rest, chief!” to be slurred out before he could shut it.

There was a brief pause, a stale air between a father and his silent kin. “Hello, Light. Were you trying to get the door for us?” Soichiro started, with a kind-of-smile in his voice, crouching over to untie his shoes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s very polite of you,” he laughed, ”You should save that for girls, you know. Dad has keys.” His shoes were put to the side, and he rose again, swatting his hands across the front of his pants. “Did you do well in school today?”

“No, there was no school.”

“A-ah. Did you enjoy your day off, then?”

“It was quiet here.” Light stepped back as his father stepped forward, the man putting away his coat as he went.

“—What happened at work?”

Soichiro gawked at the boy, freezing in place - and then resumed with an exhale, like nothing had happened. “You know what I do at work, right?”

“… Crimes. You solve crimes.”

“Well, that’s what we did today,” he proclaimed, with a hint of pride - a warmth in his voice that only fruitful labor could inspire. He spoke shortly, but there was no subtlety in it.

“Who was that man?”

Instantly, there was a recognition in his eyes. For a moment, Light could see so clearly the plates of his skull shift, his jaw tighten and release, the temporomandibular joint rise and then snap like a fault line. Something like annoyance, something like embarrassment.

“… Who are you talking about?”

“The…” His father’s team were all men. Thick, tall, with skin too big for their bones, with graying or whitening hair, voices that sounded like gravel. That man Light had saw, who stood with them like he was one of them, looked barely an adult. His suit didn’t fit him like they fit the others.

“—The teenager.”

“Teenager…” Soichiro murmured back. “He’s nobody.”

—

“Now that wasn’t too long, was it?”

Twenty-two minutes, Light didn’t say. His father opened the car door and slid inside, jostling the car side-to-side as he shifted into his seat. Light sat silently in the back, relieved that they could get going again. There was something vaguely alien about Soichiro’s place of work, that it was private and secluded in its own professional bubble in the middle of a loud, bustling city.

Before Soichiro could fish his keys from his pockets, there was a knock on the car door. Outside his window, with the hand still wrapped against the glass, was a young-looking man, hunched down to Soichiro’s eye level.

Soichiro looked unsettled, but he quickly rolled down the window for him. “Ryuuzaki? Did I forget something?”

“You did -” He pulled up a manila file, stuffed neatly with a small stack of papers. “You were supposed to take these with you.”

“What? What are they for?”

The man paused, and his gaze slid from Soichiro to his son. In that moment, Light recognized him - the teenager behind my father, a source of shame. Light saw himself reflected in the man’s slate eyes. His expression was indiscernible, but that blankness itself was an emotion conveyed.

“… Homework.”

“Alright. Hand it over.”

The man reached out - with long, unnatural fingers, and pale like ivory - and Soichiro took the folder from him and slid it into a compartment. “Have a safe ride home, Soichiro-san,” he rushed out as he withdrew from the window. Light watched him as he walked away for as long as he could, until he finally faded away past a fence.

There was a palpable tension in the pause that followed - a silence that lasted only long for Light to notice it before it was broken with the clattering of keys.

–

Sachiko was watching television when there was a knock at the door. It was an odd time for it, and so she expected solicitors. Peering through the fish-eye glass revealed a young man - around the age one would be doing such work.

Warily, she opened the door half-way. “Hello,” she said shortly, “do you need something?”

“Yes - ah, hello. I’d like to speak with Soichiro-san.”

That caught Sachiko by surprise. He looks far too young to be a police officer. “A-ah. You’re one of his coworkers, aren’t you?”

Without a word, the man fished into his jacket pocket. He held up a card between his finger and thumb, handling it as delicately as he would evidence from a crime scene.

She looks the card over, initially not registering it’s purpose. “Oh, that’s… alright, thank you, Ryuuzaki. Soichiro isn’t home right now - he’s gone off on an errand. He’ll be back soon.”

The man scrubs his molars. “You won’t mind if I wait for him here, will you?”

“Is it something important?”

“I don’t mean inconvenience you.”

“No, no, I don’t mind if you stay and wait. Please, come in. It shouldn’t be long.”

Sachiko takes a step back, opening the door wide for the man to step through. He does, making a point to wipe his shoes on the matt. He hooks the tip of his shoe into the back of the other, pushing his heel out of it, before doing the same with his now-free toes. After shoving the shoes into the corner, he takes a step up and follows Sachiko into the living room.

“Take a seat,” she offers as he’s halfway onto the coach, “What’s it like working with Soichiro?”

He hummed as he leaned into the endless leather under his back. “Soichiro… He’s very durable, I very much appreciate that about him. He doesn’t complain about petty things like the others do, as much as he’d like to. He detests that.”

Light stood against the kitchen wall, head peaking around the corner. In the next room, the man held an ominous presence, dense enough for gravity to swell around him.

Durable. Light knew his father as someone who sometimes forgot to come home from work, someone who sometimes forgot to sleep, someone who sometimes forgot what day it is. Nothing about the man was as passive as the word described.

Sachiko walked past Light, wringing her hands together. When she noticed the creeping child, she stopped.

“Light, don’t eavesdrop like that,” she chided, as she leaned over to face him. “That man is going to be staying here while he waits for your father to get back. It shouldn’t be long - but stay away from the living room until he’s gone, alright?”

For a moment, Light wore an unintelligible expression, considering what she’d said - and then nodded.

Sachiko’s dissatisfaction with his response was apparent, but she left it at that.

Light waited on his mother’s steps. The sound morphed from clicking to tapping as she moved from room to room. When the steps echoed through the walls, as they did when the stairs were being climbed, he made a glance around the corner.

He moved into the next room. The man, who Light’s mother had forbidden him from seeing, sat patiently on the couch, flipping through a stack of notes in his hands too quickly for him to have been reading them.

He wore a coat that was too big for him. With the awkward way he sat, slouched into the couch, his head appeared burrowed inside of it, hiding his chin. The sleeves didn’t reach up all the way of his forearm, unable to hide the bones of his wrist that protruded like rocks in the sand. They shifted under the skin with the movements of his hand. It mesmerized Light.

This man was… embarrassing.

“You stare a lot,” the man said, startling Light, “you’re eyes are very big when you get like that. Have you noticed something?”

“You’re young,” Light returned quietly.

“That’s not fair. You’re much younger than me, you know.”

“My dad is 41 years old. He’s been a police officer for 14 years.”

The statement, seemingly coming out of nowhere, made the man put his cards down. “Soichiro-san? I’m well aware of your father’s experience. He enjoys making a point of it.”

Light continued, “You don’t respect him. I don’t know how old you are, but he must be twice your age. He works hard, and you talk down to him.”

For his age, there was something incredibly serious in the way Light spoke.

“I’ve never been confronted on my manners by a child.”

“Don’t treat me like that. It’s not about how old I am.”

“You should know that your age matters for quite a lot,” he said, but stopped to think. “You want me to take you seriously… would you like to know what I’m working on?”

Light’s eyes went wide. “… Your police work?”

“These cards,” the man starts, holding up the notes he had been flipping through earlier, “I’ve written down on them the current details of a case I’m working with your father on.”

“A man - the perpetrator, as far as we can currently derive - was caught on a street camera - hurting another with man with a weapon. Immediately afterwards, he ran to the nearest alleyway, and disposed of the weapon by throwing it into a dumpster.”

“However, despite having a clear view of that dumpster during 6 hours it took for the police to arrive, when it was searched there was no such weapon inside.”

For a long moment, Light stood and thought, rolling over the information in his head. “—I don’t get it. What happened to the murder weapon?”

“Oh, you weren’t supposed to figure it out. We have no idea either, that’s why we’re working on it. But that’s the point - we’re missing information, and so despite knowing that a weapon was used, and that it was disposed of, there’s a gaping hole where that information should be.”

“… Point. You’re giving me a lesson?”

“Very smart of you,” the man congratulated, “Yes. In your case, you know that your father works with me, and is older and more experienced than me - but I have no formal need to refer to him respectfully.”

With you. “You’re his superior?”

“… You’re very close. I’m not a police officer, I’m a detective.”

Soon enough, their conversation was cut short by Light’s father, and Light would be admonished for going against Sachiko’s word. The conversation the man would have with his father was short, and not long after arriving he’d left again. Light would not speak with the man again for many years.

The man held a strange place in his memory. He was at the same time a childhood obsession and the object of an anger that seemed childish after it had faded. He had no name to be referred to, only an image - one that was both fiendish and solemn.

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Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: A Proper Presentation Name of creator: @minisuccessor Created for: @mgcmind Prompt: Light proposes to L. Characters: Light Yagami/L Lawliet Rated PG/No warnings

Word count: 2186 

Light Yagami was a conceited man by default. From a young age, he had a certain eye for how he wanted to present himself to the world. On the first day of grade 3, his mother set out his uniform like she always did. It was pristine of course, but Light demanded she iron it twice before he found it wearable. For the festival held in his tenth year, the Criminology Club hosted a themed host club. Light had more of say in the costuming than those assigned to it, just so that his own would meet his specifications. For his University graduation, the tire he wore alone cost a normal worker’s two-week salary, and he bought it without a second hesitation. Every formal event came and Light would rise to the occasion, but this was never an end to his meticulous taste. On any average day, Light wouldn’t go into public without every hair in place, and not a single expensive thread out of line.  Some could find his high attention to his appearance strange, too self-focused, but he was unabashed. It only made sense to him this way. Looking one’s best meant opportunities, and opportunities meant one could get everything they desired. Light would always swear his outfit on one particular day lead him to a promotion to superintendent of the Japanese police. Something about a properly dressed man called for attention and respect in almost every aspect of their culture, and Light was more than happy to partake.    It was a sign of weakness in humanity to be so dependent on looks, and Light knew that, but he had no issue taking advantage of any gift he acquired. He didn’t have to rely on his looks to get him by, like some unfortunate soles. Natural-born intelligence paved the way to many of his highest honors, but Light couldn’t say that his charm and standard good-looks didn’t give him an extra push in the right direction. Though, it was never completely about the advantages for him. As much as he liked to keep society in his favor, it was just as much for his own pleasure as anything else. It gave him a personal feeling of pride to make himself look so put together everyday. It gave him strength and reassurance on par from what his mental ability gave, only making him invincible to the average day. But with all that in mind, with all of that invincibility and strength, tonight had been the first night that clothing had been his enemy. Inside of a luxury bedroom, shirts, pants, socks, and ties were piled in mountains on the bed. It began almost as soon as Light came home from room, and steadily grew to the monster it was after hours of indeciveness. In his defense, the night wasn’t unlike his usual. He had something planned this evening, something substantial. Everything needed to be perfect, and that also meant him, but things weren’t going as planned. Light paced in front of a mirror, two shirts in very similar shades of eggshell in each hand. He stopped dead center in front of it suddenly, half-haphazardly putting them both against his bare chest with an unimpressed scowl. It took not even ten seconds before they were both discarded, leaving Light to hastily walk back to his thinning closet, reluctant but prepared to try yet again.  Normally this would be so easy; he would wake up in the morning with an instant idea to what the day required. It always came together like he wanted, but no matter what he tried it all felt wrong. Comprehending the situation was out of bounds at this point. Through even the most important nights of his life when tension ran high, Light kept his emotions in check and everything would fall into place. Tonight, though, was different. He wasn’t receiving an award, or being the face of the Japanese Police on a major TV Network. Both were normal occurrences and both were very important, but nothing could compare to this night.  Emerging from the closet with yet another set of shirts, Light walked his way to mirror with grim thoughts of his success. His footsteps were heavier, causing the loose items on his dresser to rattle. A picture frame in particular was not pleased by the intrusion, its leg caving in and the frame now laying flat to the ceiling. Light paused, looking back at the photo with some interest.  Momentarily, he forgot about the clothing causing him so much distress, the articles setting idle in his hands as he moved closer to put it back in its rightful position. Inside the glass was a standard photo. Light himself was in it, but to his side was another man. He was tall and slender, with a long, blank face and an unruly head of pitch black hair. His name was L. He didn’t look pleased to be in the photo, but one could tell it was an honor he stood still enough for it to be taken. Light couldn’t help but smile. Even from inside the glass, they looked like opposites who didn’t belong close enough to be in a picture. When he first met him, Light felt the same way. They originally worked together out of a forced assignment.  Someone who cared so much about their presentation couldn’t bare to see such a disorganized mess. L would come into work wearing the same pair of ratty blue jeans with a white shirt like nothing was wrong. He was excellent at his job, admirable and smarter than anyone Light had ever met, but he was everything Light rejected. Because of this, things did not begin well in the slightest, but fate had a way of making things turn on their heads.  Quite some time went by before it happened, but despite their differences they grew found of each other. Before they could understand a relationship sprouted unlike anything that Light expected. Years went by, and thing only grew stronger between them. They became something more established, even so far as moving L to Light’s apartment, and things were comfortable. It became so natural, so wanted and pleasant. Never in a million years did Light think L would be the one who had his thoughts on the way home from work, but he always was. He couldn’t go back from L, he did want to, so Light knew it was time.  He had the night planned to every specific detail. L worked predominately from their home in his study, and Light was ready to take advantage of this. He was going to prepare a home-cooked meal to draw him out, and recall their time together as fluidly as possible. Then after a presumably long conversation, Light would take L’s hand and propose they make their union official. It was not extravagant by any means, but it fit perfect with his lover, which meant it was enough for him. But now things were thrown off, and Light had no idea how to handle it. He needed to be what L deserved to see more than ever, but nothing was worth it. Light glanced down at the clothes in his hand, suddenly feeling an onslaught of anxiety creep up on him. “Dammit!” He mumbled, tossing it carelessly on the bed. He sat on the edge of it, hands curled in his hair as his elbows perched against his knees in a slump. “Dammit..“ “Why are you sitting on a pile of clothes?” Light’s head snapped up, pupils shrinking as he glanced directly toward a slouching male in the doorframe. He felt his stomach suddenly drop onto his feet. “L..” Tired black eyes looked around with extreme interest as L stalked his way into the bedroom, but he inevitably landed on Light. “And more importantly, why are you half naked?” L came closer as Light examined himself only wearing trousers, a corner of his lip curving upward. "Is something wrong with your clothes suddenly? Or have you snapped under some pressure.” Sighing out, Light felt defeated. Not only had this entire afternoon went wrong, L decided to emerge far too early than anticipated. He couldn’t save this, this couldn’t be the first impression that he makes before asking L to be together for the rest of their lives. “I haven’t snapped. Don’t worry about me and go back to work.” He simply responded, his attitude suddenly taking a more somber note. He stood up, starting to quickly fold whatever he could grab to begin the process of repairing the room. He would try again on another day, one where he actually had a chance.  Light was determined to act as if nothing was wrong, just to save some of his dignity, but the other had different plans. While in mid-fold, L caught his shoulder, taking his attention from any fabric. “I came out because I’ve constantly heard groans since you returned from work. The last set was enough to merit a break.” Light internally perished; he thought he was quiet enough with his complaints, but clearly not. L wasn’t letting him or the conversation go, despite how his lax stature suggested. “Tell me— Why did I find you in here like this? It isn’t like you at all.” They stared at each other for a moment, trying to test to see which would eventually cave from the intensity. Eventually it would be Light who turned his head away. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t lie to L. He knew him better than to fall for something his frazzled mind could cook up. Carefully pulling away from his hold, Light stood back, shame riddling his expression. “I had plans for you and I. They were important, something- very pertinent to our current relationship.” Light spoke as vague as he could, but somehow he still saw the gear of L’s brain working towards the correct answer, his face growing softer. He felt worse, but even at his lowest Light appreciated the beautiful mind L had to his very core. His fingers were itching to distract themselves, but Light stayed strong, taking in a deep breath. “— I couldn’t do it. I have spent all afternoon trying to make myself prepared, but nothing will do.” His voice wavered just slightly, “Nothing I do can measure to what I want from this if I can’t first.” Suddenly furious with himself, Light hit his hand into a stack, a few pieces tumbling to the floor as he walked away, not able to face L directly.  L was stunned; seeing Light this caught up was practically unheard of. Normally he was so confident in everything he did, to see him suddenly in shambles was an eye opener. Just the aspect of what he was planning had the male nearly lost for words, but it still didn’t surprise him that Light’s clothing of all things would be the thing to deceive him. He knew how important it was to be perfect to Light, and it was touching to see just how important this was to him. “Light— ” “— 

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 what I wear means nothing to you,” Light interrupted, back still turned. “but that doesn’t mean you don’t warrant the best. If I can’t give that then what’s the point?” “Light.” L tried again once Light’s voice grew more animated. It was enough to get his head to turn, eyes filled with trouble meeting reluctantly with his own. He brought up his arm, calling attention to the mess around them. “This is what I deserve.” The statement took him aback, so much that Light turned to meet him head on. “..What?” L met him in the middle, words ready at the instant. “Appearances have never meant anything to me, it is true. But what you’ve done, the clear compassion you have to have the desire to be perfect for me, that is all the difference in the world.” His hand came up, gently touching against his chest to have some sort of connection, for him to know his words were sincere. “Don’t be so foolish to think you aren’t what I deserve in any form.” Slowly taking in his words, Light wasn’t sure what to make of himself. The cloud seemed to dissipate from his eyes, and he saw how ridiculous of a situation he had made, all for the sake of an outfit L would barely bat an eyelash to. He would forget how unlike the world he was, and suddenly be reminded in the best of ways. He relaxed, giving him a simple nod in understanding. Around them was a mess of proportions Light would normally feel nauseous from, but it didn’t matter; none of what he planned did. All that he cared about was looking only to him, and that’s all he needed. “But if you’re going to do this now, you may want to at least be fully clothed." 

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