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w.count: 2k - wanderer finally got his name and he feels like he's gotta tell someone... (bet yall never saw this comin)

there was a humming in his head. and it felt heavy. like he had been dunked in a bin of well water and had only just resurfaced. regaining a whole past life of memories on top of immediately being thrown into combat with the past life god version of yourself... it certain had a kick to it. that kick being the biggest headache the nameless wanderer has ever experienced... past or present.

the wanderer had only just recovered all his past memories through simulations provided graciously by the dendro archon. trying to separate the dull, mindlessly kind life he had been living in this lifetime from the one he had just remembered where he was anything but? the whiplash was enough to make anyone second guess pretty much everything.

in the background of his emotional recollection the nameless mechanical puppet could hear the traveler and paimon talk back and forth with the small buer herself. just because he could hear them though, didn't mean he was listening.

wanderer's back turned away from them for a moment and his hand lifts up to pinch between his eyes, palm resting on the tip of his nose as he swallows back a sigh. they were talking about him following nahida's guidance, and he had no qualms with it, really. he just felt overwhelmed... not that he could say so aloud.

the trio continued talking and soon decided to grant him a new name. if it didn't have any connection to that insufferable man who was the root cause of all his suffering to begin with he didn't have a preference anyway-

"are you sure?" the nameless doll asked the blond traveler who had just spoken the new name he would eventually be using. "...ah, alright, if you say so."

-at least... he thought he had no preference.

wanderer had no issue with the name itself. it was given to him by someone who- foolishly- help him regain his memories and set him straighter. a debt he would have to eventually repay somehow since even he was capable of being grateful to someone. but, the way it sounded coming out of the traveler's mouth felt... wrong. like they weren't the right person to say it first; which made absolutely no sense as they're the one who came up with it in the first place. paimon had also not yet come up with an 'ugly nickname', but that wasn't his problem to begin with.

there was this digging in the back of his mind, like he had some other place to be. his legs were itching to move, feet ready to take him out of the sanctuary of surasthana. so, without much resistance, he listened to the silent cries of his mechanical body.

"goodbye, wise deity, and you two."

even if his jumbled up mind didn't process where his body was taking him, he trusted it to take him where he thought he ought to be. besides, with his new vision in hand even if he walked into some place dangerous to the common person- he could handle it.

its crazy that just this morning he was walking through these same streets of sumeru city as virtually a whole different person. the mild-mannered boy who would return the smallest favors just to keep himself occupied. now he was different, but not the same as the 'him' who's memories he had regained. a combination of the two, just messy and unbalanced right now.

the sun was setting and casting the city in shadows and orange hues. mindlessly, wanderer had meandered down and out of the city gates. walking and casting glances to and fro before a small hut had entered his peripherals. his auto-piloted body stopped just short of a full step before kicking up speed. his easy gait turned rushed and before he knew it, he was jogging to the hut.

it was a tea hut. just a small one. a couple bench tables out front, a small chimey in the roof and what seemed like hardly enough room inside for five people and a stove to fit comfortably. still, the smell of boiled tea leaves hung in the air like invisible ribbons. just standing in front of the closed-up shop filled him with familiarity.

the memories that had been muddled started to separate into clearer views the longer he stood in the dirt just looking around at the lackluster area.

wanderer's shoulders jumped when the door that had been closed to the tea hut creaked open. a body carrying a small wicker basket with a cloth over it had pushed it open with their back, rolling it onto their shoulder before stepping out and letting it swing shut at their back.

"ah!" they- you- jolt. the sun was setting and normally people don't fancy a cup of tea at late hours where your little humble hut stood, so seeing the feet of someone in front of the building spooked you. the wicker basket had dropped to the dirt, causing small plumes of dust to breathe over your ankles. "you scared me- oh!" the stranger in which had scared you, was no stranger to you at all. "i didn't think i'd be seeing you again so soon."

"yeah..." the wanderer's voice was practically a whisper only carried by the wind. he knew you- the previous mild-mannered boy did anyway.

among his wandering, he had happened upon your hut and with nothing better to do had ordered tea from you. you were a chatter box. easily conversing and holding all sort of topics of discussion with your customers- as few as they may be.

he couldn't remember if it was because of your tea that was somehow exactly to his liking or if it was because, back then, he enjoyed the company, but he did remember frequently returning to this tea hut.

he had come several times and as embarrassing as it was to admit, he had built a sort of bond with you. to the point where he had explained to you that he had no name and always felt like he was missing something in his life. of course he didn't disclose everything there is to him, but just enough to ease the weight in his chest just ever so slightly.

'maybe you lost your memory or something? i've heard lesser lord kusanali can do all sorts of things, so maybe she could help!'

you had pitched that to him one time. probably just to try and cheer him up or something. who knew that you'd end up being right on the mark.

"is something the matter?" you had disregarded the basket at your feet- it was empty anyway- and came a bit closer to the nameless boy.

"no, it's nothing." he told you. something in his tone immediately gave him away. it wasn't the soft tone you had grown used to. it sounded choked, like he was trying to act. you think for a moment before twisting halfway around back towards the hut's door.

"you stay put here," you tell him. his gaze moves to finally look you in the eyes and his own twitch and burn when they connect. he's always hated eye contact, but yours felt so comfortable. "i'll go and make a cup of tea for you. since you like it black, it won't take long."

the feeling that drops into his gut when your eyes break away from his and you back stares to his gaze instead was akin to a type of panic.

"hold on-!" his voice was quiet, clogged in his throat and he felt pretty pathetic when it left his lips. his body again moves all on its own and before he could reel himself in, his hands grab onto you.

with your back to him, his hands grasp both of your biceps and keeps you in place like a shield between him and the rigidity ol' hut. you could feel the tips of his sandals at the back of your heels and the presence of his body behind you signaling how close he really was. his forehead rests on the back of your neck, just under the dip of your skull. the tip of his nose tickles your neck when your shoulders raise with each intake of breath.

"uhm," you have no idea what's gotten into him or why he's acting so strange, but it's not like you really had time to ask before he was spilling his guts.

"i got my memories back." he sounded so solemn, as he feels your shoulder's jolt.

"really?!" your voice was loud as it echoed in the empty space around. it sounded excited, curious too. "I bet that's a loud off your shoulders, huh?" you light heartedly say.

"in a way." he couldn't admit his past wrongs to you- even if all of that was in a whole other timeline. he still did so many awful things and he wouldn't deny it. "i might act differently towards you now that i know... who i am."

"that's alright, isn't it?" against the crown of his bowed head that made a home against your neck, he feels your head tilt back. your arms shifted too, like they had moved to cup your chin. he could picture it perfectly in his head when he closes his eyes.

"its complicated."

"well, that's alright too."

"is it?" his jaw clenches as your arms go lax again.

"can i turn around?"

"not yet."

"why not?"

"because i said so." his eyebrow twitches.

"oh, so you're demanding now?" you tease.

"that a problem?" he teases back, a chuckle brushing your neck as he does. he knows what you're doing and he's thankful for it. the banter is relaxing.

"not at all."

it's a while before he's finally dropping his hands from your arms, and letting you turn around. your hands on your hips as you look at him in the face again. he's calmed down, feels tired, and a little embarrassed at how his body impulsively moved in such a mushy, romantic-coded way. if he had a gag reflex, he probably would've gagged at such a cliche action of his own limbs.

"so, do you still like your tea black?"

wanderer's arms came to cross over his chest, his stern face relaxing into what was probably a bit more of a harsh tone than you were used to in the past. you didn't say it out loud, but this version of him would take some getting used to.

"of course i do. sweets are sickening." you burst out into laughter at his words and the disgusted tone accompanying them. in the past he would've politely stated that they 'weren't to his liking' or something. not outright rejected the idea of sweets.

"that's good. i was worried i'd have to relearn your usual cup of tea." you pop your fist into your opposing hand before your changing the subject away from tea preferences. "oh yeah! since you remember things, do you remember your name?"

"i've had several," he states curtly. "none of them i use anymore." he watched your face twist in confusion before falling into something like disappointment. were you really that excited to finally get to put a name to his face? he sighs. "a... friend," he grits, "technically gave me a new one. since i have nothing else to go by right now, i'll probably be using that for the time being." your eyes relit in excitement. he feels his insides get hot.

"that's great! what is it? i want to know!" you were pushy and he scoffs amusedly at it. the traveler's voice echoed in his memory, his new name bouncing around in his mind. then it all made sense with you in front of him.

reaching up, he pulled on your cheek. you squawk and whine as he stretches the soft flesh, pinching it between his fingertips. no wonder it sounded wrong coming out of that meddler's mouth. it's because it wasn't you and his subconscious knew it before he did. gross, he hisses to himself internally again.

"i'm only going to tell you once, so you better pay attention." the not-so-nameless boy released your cheek, watching bemusedly as you rubbed the sore piece of your face. his stance shifts, relaxes with his arms crossing comfortably over his chest. and with direct eye contact and an easy, yet almost smug smile on his face, he told you...

"my name is..."

a/n: okay this is kinda sorta really messy and i apologize for that

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pitrii-petra · 7 days

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KAEYA ART, KAEYA ART, KAEYA ART

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pitrii-petra · 7 days

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Thinking of funny and comforting menstrual cycle headcanons:

Rook Hunt who notices you are not feeling well. You sit at your desk and see a cute package addressed to you. Inside it: pain meds, snacks, hygiene products, and other necessities. A very helpful package but how did he know? …actually you don’t want to know.

Jack Howl who offers you help rather awkwardly. Telling you it was no big deal and don’t think too hard on it. Who would huff up if anyone tried to cause you any trouble. Silently offering you his food if you’re not feeling well enough to get your own.

Lilia Vanrouge pop up in front of you upside down. Offering you candy he had in his pocket. He noticed you weren’t feeling good. That can’t be! He tells you not to worry about dinner. He will make you his special soup and you will feel better in no time. You might want to lock your doors.

Grim wouldn’t cause as much trouble as he usually does. He’s even doing his homework without you pestering him to. Sometimes, after falling asleep, you would wake up with him on your lap. The warmth and pressure bringing you comfort.

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pitrii-petra · 8 days

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✩My Clingy Kitty✩

✟pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GNReader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: Nothing

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Twisted Wonderland

✟summary: Having to get ready for school, you needed to get dressed but your beastman boyfriend refuses to let you get up.

Bright blinding light slowly crept into the room, making its way to a sleeping you. Feeling the light hit you, your [Eye colour] eyes fluttered open but not without a groan escaping your mouth. Glancing around the sunlit room, you found yourself in the warm plush bed of your boyfriend, Leona Kingscholar. It took you a moment for you to realise how early it was and when you did another groan left your lips. You wished you could just sleep in for another hour, but knowing that if you did would miss breakfast, and you were not doing that again.

So with a huff, you sat up from the bed, letting the silk sheets fall from your body and onto your lap. Looking beside you was your sleeping beastman boyfriend. Knowing if you tried to wake the man up from his beauty sleep, it would just be futile. You know what they say, never wake a sleeping lion.

Carefully and quietly you removed the sheets for your legs and began slowly getting yourself out of the king-size bed. Each creek the bed made a cringe would make its way to your face. Even with the slow and careful movements, as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, a strong arm slithered around your waist making you jump at the feeling. “And where do you think you’re going?” a deep groggy voice asked from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you find Leona wide awake, his eyes tiredly glaring up at you. “School” you replied getting up once again, but was pushed back down, his arm firmly wrapped around you, keeping you in place. “Leona, I need to go, I’m starving” you told him, but he just replied with a grunt, not caring what you were saying. Pulling you closer, the brown-haired lion nuzzling his head into your back, ignoring your protests.

He was always like this. Every time you spend the night at his, he would not let up get ready the next day. Sometimes you would listen and snuggle up with Leona other times you would have to fight your way out of his strong grip and this would lead to a very grumpy lion.

Trying to pry his arms from your waist you were met with a low warning growl coming from Leona. Surprise by this you stop, you feel his grip tighten and his hot breath hit your back. “Why are you like this” you giggled not really taking your boyfriend seriously. Falling back down onto the bed in defeat, you turned to face Leona and smirked dancing on your face.

Leona leaned his head towards your neck and nuzzled against it. “Shut up, herbivore” he muttered against your neck, his fangs grazing against your soft skin, making you shudder at the feeling. “You're so loud in the morning” Leona continued to mutter, his words tickling your skin.

“And you’re clingy” you teased him, making him roll his emerald eyes. With Leona cuddled up beside you, you began to pet the beastman’s hair. Leona would never say it out loud, but he loved the way your hands would stroke the top of his head, careful not to touch his sensitive ears. It would relax him and sometimes you might even hear him purr. You enjoy mornings like this where you could just sleep in with Leona. And even though you were going to miss breakfast, it was worth it.

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PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED (YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN)── leona kingscholar x gn!reader, 1.1k

some days, leona thinks about what the word king means to him and how it links back to you.

contrary to popular belief, he does not so easily forget the whispers of rumours behind his back; though, loathe as he is to admit, leona knows that some are less rumour and more truth, no matter how spiteful. he is a prince, after all, and not some spoiled rotten child who's had compliments fed to him on a golden spoon.

leona knows, better than anyone, that you deserve more than him.

he’s well aware of the fact that many perceive him as lazy, irritable and intimidating, and that is only saying the least. the perfect example of a student who has had to repeat a year way too many times, who is probably still in the world’s greatest magical academy because of his royal blood and noble connections.

the second prince is one way to describe him as well. second to everything his brother does is also a possible description. second to the throne, to their parents’ love, to the praise and glory befitting of a king. because leona will never be king. not as long as his brother and his blood live, because leona has always been the second option.

and so he acts like it. what else can he do? surely he cannot try to usurp his own brother; leona may be a better king than falena, but he is also intelligent enough to understand the consequences of a coup, long-term or otherwise. not to mention his nephew, who undoubtedly has the capacity to be a real pain in his ass if leona ever does away with his father.

now leona spends most of his time bored and unpleasant to be around, not so unlike the whispers that circulated the halls of afterglow savannah's royal palace when his signature spell was discovered. it is when you find him, lazing around in the light of the sun creeping into the greenhouse (one of the only times he has ever felt that he has ever felt that he could escape from the shadows), and, for one reason or another, you decide to stay.

leona hates it.

he hates the way you shine a light in his life. it’s too bright, too hot, and he can’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tries. and, at some point, he has become too scared to get rid of you. the underlying fear of losing that light, reduced to the shadow of a king and a crown prince that he once was; it kills leona. it kills him because he was supposed to be a king, grew up wanting to be the perfect one to rule over the kingdom, and kings do not have weaknesses.

but leona is not a king.

he is the brother of one, the second son of a royal family. with enough skills and intellect to survive in the battlefield that is the royal court of the afterglow savannah. he is born to a long line of kings, emperors, leaders; has learned from the stories of the great kings of the past, of which their blood courses through his veins; but he is not a king. never was, and never will be.

but then again, who is to say that he isn’t a king in another sense?

"the only kingly thing you haven’t done yet is actually opening your eyes, leona," ruggie’s damned hyena laugh echoes in his mind, the mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes stay rooted to the pathetic homemade crown on his head.

leona does not think ruggie has the right to laugh, when he doesn't even understand.

because even with his eyes closed, the second prince sees. he sees the way your breaths come and go, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on your skin, your quickening pulse and heartbeat. he sees it all without ever needing his eyes, and that is the exact reason why he doesn’t want to open them.

because if he does, he will see you, backlit against the sun and light of the greenhouse you both visit so much, and then he will want more; you by his side in the kingdom of afterglow savannah, bathing in the morning light while wrapped in royal robes, the consort's crown on your head, your rightful place on the throne beside his. you cradling his cub in your arms, sweetly whispering to the result of your love, the future ruler of the afterglow savannah. leona knows that there is none other more deserving of a consort's crown than you, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from you.

(he would kill for you in a heartbeat. no matter what the cost.

one day, leona thinks, he will not be the only one to fear the extent of what he feels for you.)

but what murder is justified when the crime hasn’t even been committed? when you don’t have the consort's crown, because leona doesn’t even have the king’s.

(child’s play. reaching for something he will never get. leona is a master at this game, even when he loses every single time.)

silly lion, you would chide him with a smile. not for these foolish fantasies (for leona would never admit them), but for the most mundane things. being late to class, forgetting to do homework, getting detention, forgetting to go to that detention. such simple, pathetic things, and leona listens because you are his consort, and kings listen to their consorts.

(pathetic, hopeless little fantasies.)

"leona?" you call out his name, your voice the melody of his sweetest, softest, weakest dreams.

leona's eyes flutter open, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he blinks in the light.

he sees you there, bent over to peer at his sleeping expression. the way your head eclipses the sun makes it seem like you’re wearing a halo (angel’s crown), and if leona looks closely, he can see his own kisses tangled between your locks and the light.

he closes his eyes before he can meet your gaze, see your lips and everything else he’s ever wanted. he will settle for sense and touch, if not for the sake of his sanity, then for you.

"what is it now?" he snarls, feigning annoyance. he hears you laugh, and leona knows you see right through him.

just give him some more time, then he will give you a kingdom, the world, and everything else you’ve ever wanted and deserved──

──but for now, this will be all he can offer you.

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The moment when Tokyo Revengers Boys realise that they love you

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji)

Warning: none, for Mikey slight fear to fluff

Mikey:

It was on a relatively warm summer's day and you sought refuge from the stifling heat in his room

You walked through his room and looked at it carefully until you came across a photo

It showed the much younger Mikey, smiling broadly and next to him a tall young man with black hair

You showed him the picture and asked him who the young man there was

He suddenly calmed down a little as he gently stroked the photo with his finger

He slowly explained to you that the man was his brother Shinichiro, who was ten years older than him, but unfortunately he is no longer alive

He looks very calm on the outside, but his fixed gaze into the doctrine reveals that he is probably very upset inside, as if you have brought back memories that he had long since suppressed

You realised how bad he was feeling at that moment, how tormented he was at the thought of this deceased person

So you simply hugged him

You gently put his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped your arms around him

Woke up as if from a trance and noticed how you were trying to comfort him

Wanted to melt into your touch, stay like that forever, never let you go again

If you had always been there when he thought back to his brother, he would have been spared many tearful nights without sleep and so many bouts of guilt

And he loves you for it, so much

Realises it at the exact moment when your arms want to move away from him again, but he gently pulls them back to hold the embrace like that a little longer

Sometimes he feels like he would break without you, crushed by all the unspoken problems and worries he has

Thanks heaven every day that you are there to brighten his life

Draken:

It was late spring, early summer and you were taking a walk to Musashi Shrine in Shubuya

You both were walking side by side, talking about random things

You were telling him about your day and the school lessons you had today

But he could only focus on you, not really hearing what you were saying, like his ears were wrapped in cotton wool, like he was in his own little bubble

His eyes flitted over your perfect face, your body gently moving you forward, your lips moving as you spoke

It went on like this the whole time, until he realised that you had stopped and you had asked him several times if everything was all right

But since he didn't answer, you gently took his hand to squeeze it gently, hoping it would bring him out of his thoughts again

And it workedIt hit him like a blow

Thought you would let go of his hand as soon as he apologised for his inattention, but you didn't

You kept holding his hand and just kept walking of course asked if you were going to let go of his hand again, but you said no, a simple, sweet no

You explained that it just felt so right

Slight redness was on his face, but luckily you looked ahead again and kept walking

At that moment it clicked in his head

Such a simple touch from you has thrown him off track and he never wants you to take your gentle hands off him again

Even all the words you say sound so beautiful in his ears, like a melody that you love so much and have been looking for so long

With you he can simply relax, because he can hardly do that otherwise, his life is hard and you soften it a little with your presence

Note: I only wrote for the two of them, but they are very long scenarios and there are definitely more parts planned. If you would like a specific character, write to me or just leave a comment

Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.

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For Bat Appreciation Day:

Imagine being Lilia Vanrouge, a bat fae who was demeaned repeatedly. Told he was the lowest of the low and then those closest to him find out about this day?

Malleus would gift Lilia the roses he planted in his personal garden. Something grown with love and care by him. Tended by him alone and no one else. It would represent the love he has for Lilia. The one who raised him and loves him with the same way as any father would. Malleus would kiss Lilia on the forehead as Lilia has done many times on top of his scales.

Silver who would buy him a video game they both can play together. Late nights game days with snacks and drinks are some of his favorite times with the warmth at his side that would make him gradually fall asleep. Silver would kiss his eyes. Always hoping for happiness for his father as he has always brought him.

Sebek would get him cute mugs or shirts with puns on them. He knows how much Lilia loves to joke around and he’s one to always make others laugh with his antics. Sebek would kiss him on the cheek while flustered. He recalls the many times Lilia would do it to him as a kid just to see his reaction.

Your gift to Lilia was a handmade scarf. Lilia loves flying in the late night sky and sitting on the rooftops watching the moon and stars. You wanted to give him a gift that would keep him warm. A reminder that he was loved constantly as he reflected on his life. You would kiss him on the lips because that smile of his is just too tempting not to.

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pitrii-petra · 9 days

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One could list down the many things that the Wanderer disliked.

The Wanderer would turn his head in disgust when presented with something sweet, loathing to even try it just a bit. Thunderstorms and lightning would spark a faint irritation in his chest, igniting an old, burning hatred for an immature fool. He'd sooner avoid crowds than stay shining in the spotlight — as much as that fairy would argue otherwise — and declined invitations to large gatherings - whatever the reason may be for each of them, he did not care.

Yes, many things fall under the category that which earned his distaste.

... But he'll admit; sometimes, you're an enjoyable company to have.

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pitrii-petra · 11 days

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love that Lilia - a lowly bat faerie (according to yee yee ass people) - raised 2 princes who represent faeries and humans, who also has their parents fighting each other to death.

Lilia loves, and is loved by the most powerful faerie couple. his love is so strong it even awoke a ~200-year-old human baby, and hatched a 200-year-old egg into one of the five most powerful mages in this world.

and now he's both a dying old man and a cute femboy.

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pitrii-petra · 11 days

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G.I Incorrect Quotes#95 He is the favorite-

Imagen...You a Half-Human Snow Owl were raised along with the other kids from Dawn Winery along with Guy, Diluc, and Kaeya... let's say...you were anything but an innocent little goober...and you never did outgrow it-

Harpy!Y/n(6)*eating food*

Guy(7)*reaches for the plate*

Harpy!Y/n(6)*smacks Guy’s wrist*

Guy(7): hey!! you share that with me!

Harpy!Y/n(6): no :)

Diluc(7): They only share with me-

Harpy!Y/n(6):no-no either

The two older boys then look at Kaeya who is awkwardly chewing his food and looks up flustered at the attention

Kaeya(6): m-me?

Harpy!Y/n(6)*Chirps nodding and giving him a slice of their dessert*

Guy& Diluc(7): HEY!NO FAIR-

Kaeya holds a special place in my heart...platonically...im after his hot brother-

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pitrii-petra · 11 days

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Dad! L Headcannons

a/n: I tried to write this as gender ambiguous as possible but it definitely leans more AFAB reader but I just wanted to say that families come in all shapes and ranges. And L would want to raise a kid with you regardless of your gender orientation.

Pre-Children:

Was the one to bring it up.

wanted two but would be totally supportive if you only wanted one

Would help you plan everything for getting yourself ready for kids (Doctors visits, family therapy if you wanted, looked into every option if you couldn’t carry a child on your own.)

when you actually became pregnant, he was over the moon.

Pregnancy:

Was very supportive and caring.

Never made you feel guilty for your cravings and such.

went to every appointment he could with you

Wanted this to be stress free as possible so he eliminated a lot of your struggles

He legit took notes on pregnancy books

Could be a little much with all the information he now knows but will back off slightly if you told him that he was being a hovering husband

He only trusted certain people around you: Watari, Your family, your friends and the doctors. Would definitely try to keep you in the house if he could but would accept it if you had a problem with it.

when you found out you were having twins, he nearly fainted of happiness. (But do to his lack of expression, you thought it was shock)

Infant:

very gentle with the babies but isn’t very good at holding them.

Prefers to give the affection by means of letting their tiny fingers wrap around his or giving them tiny kisses til they giggle

Thankfully he is up to take care of the babies throughout the night. With the aid of Watari. (Who is pretty much their grandpa)

Keeps a keen eye on the baby monitors. The monitors themselves have microphones and thermometers to keep the nursery at a comfortable and consistent temperature.

Was a little shaky when changing the first diaper but is now a pro and surprisingly quick at it.

Throws up if they throw up.

Calls the babies “it”

Pities them when you dress them up.

“Do they really need to be that… frilly?” “They’re adorable.” “Our baby is currently 86% frill.”

Family photos litter the house. He is extremely proud of you and his children

Toddler:

he falls victim to the puppy dog eyes too easily.

The children are spoiled rotten.

Has been wrapped around his kids fingers since the day they were born and the kiddos are just now realizing this. And using it to their advantage

Doesn’t want his kids to be like him and only eat sweets.

If his kids didn’t like a certain food, he would have it cooked a different way. Only after several attempts at getting the kids to at least tolerate it, would he give up and drop the matter entirely. Almost

“Taste buds change every seven years” “They hate all things that resemble a carrot.” “For now.”

Would be the one to check in the kids during the night, either on the hallway camera (after they don’t need a baby monitor, he takes cameras out of their room because he respects your child (and honestly, can a toddler do anything maliciously?)or by carefully peering through the door.

Would be extremely proud if his children took on his seating position.

he was built to be a girl dad. He just was.

He would let his baby girl do his makeup and paint his nails.

Surprisingly good at doing her hair.

“Look! Papa made these!” She’d said, pointing at her pigtails.

Has been known to forget that he was playing dress up and go on video calls with a fake tiara in his hair.

“Please, refrain from snickering. There is nothing funny about this case.” “Uh… Sir, there’s something in your hair?” “Ah..”

is *somehow* surprised when his son reflects him: Quiet.

Loves doing anything with his kids because it gives him a chance to have a childhood again.

Nearly came to tears when he saw his kids drawing of him as a superhero. (He later laid his head in your lap and cried happy tears.)

He loves his kids more than anything in the world and would do anything for them.

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📺~ hello, all! i hope you have all had a lovely day<33 today i have some fluffy death note headcanons/scenarios so enjoy!!

gn!reader

asking them “can i kiss you?” ft. light, l, near, mello, and matt!

light

ᥫ᭡ he’s silent for a bit just after you timidly ask, and it makes you think that maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. but just when you’re beginning to feel embarrassed, he gently takes your chin and presses your lips to his.

it’s a short but sweet kiss, and he isn’t too rough. he thinks it’s cute how you blush and avert your eyes after your lips break apart. light also really likes the fact that you asked- even though he would have been just fine if you’d kissed him without a warning.

l lawliet

l is actually caught off guard. he isn’t even totally used to the idea of having a partner yet, let alone physical affection. still, he nods slowly, and he’s completely in love when your lips touch his. he does his best to kiss you back properly- not overly rough but not too tender.

there’ll be a few seconds of silence afterward with the both of you blushing like crazy and avoiding each other’s gazes. but soon, l will turn back to you and ask if he can kiss you again. the second kiss will probably be longer than the first.

near

“…you want to kiss me?”

he will also not be expecting it, but he was really quite anxious to kiss you. near just doesn’t know how to initiate something like that- so he’s really glad that you asked; now he won’t feel so strange about initiating physical touch later.

his eyes will drop down to rest on your lips for a half a second before he moves in to place his lips on yours as carefully as possible- he doesn’t want to accidentally be too rough. it’s not long before near pulls away though, but it’s just to take you in before he kisses you again more deeply. there might be a hand on your cheek or jaw this time. he finds he really enjoys kissing you and doesn’t really want to let go.

mello

if he hadn’t kissed you himself already without being prompted, i would be surprised. but when you ask, it’s pretty clear he’s been waiting for the invitation for a while. mello did try to be patient for you.

he won’t go as hard as he usually would for any other kiss, starting out gingerly enough. but when you show no sign of wanting to pull away, he’ll kiss you harder, losing much of his restraint. mello probably will put a hand on your face or neck. he does pull away eventually, smirking some when he sees the flustered look on your face and your attempts to conceal the smile spreading across your lips.

matt

“i thought you’d never ask!”

matt is eager to kiss you and happy that you asked; he definitely finds it cute. his demeanor is cool on the outside, but his stomach is doing cartwheels. someone as attractive as you asking if you could kiss him??

he doesn’t waste any time in pressing his lips to yours. if you’re standing, he might also pin you by your shoulder against a wall to keep you still while he kisses you. feeling you smile against his lips makes his entire day. when you pull away, you both feel like it wasn’t enough.

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asks are open!😘 How would L lawliet react with a shy I mean very shy girlfriend shes short about 5'2. And recently joined the task force to help her boyfriend

💕L💕

Omllll yeeessss! Another Death Note request! Let’s go, I like L too and I was waiting for him! Let’s do it!

Lawliet L

L was very against you trying to join the Task Force. This is definitely the most dangerous case in human history and you’re the last person he wants to risk to try solve it. He doesn’t care to risk his own life, but not yours

When L loves something or someone, it’s permanent and it’s strong, he was very against Watari joining, but he knows he needs Watari and the older man is not as included. L is a stubborn man and he won’t fold to your persistence

How did you manage to get onto the Task Force? L had no choice but to let you join, Light already seen you and his hands were tied by the members thinking a new Detective has joined. He couldn’t fly you out since it’d draw far too much suspicion. For the first time ever, the world’s best detective was stunned as he had to agree on terms he didn’t make

L supposes he doesn’t really mind having you around, it’s bad but not as bad. You’re intelligent, your skilled and you know how to handle yourself. Though, he isn’t a fan of you being apart of the Kira case for obvious reasons

Repeat it, L loves short girls so his significant other being shorter than him is like his actual dream. They are cuddle-sized and easy to keep track off. Even with how hunched he is, L is still packing quite the height and he towers you so suspect him to rest his chin on your head

“Aaah~ my favourite pillow has arrived. I am aware that I’m using your head as a headrest, you’re a suitable ‘small bean’ for the task. Why yes, I do remember what people your height are called and I’m called a ‘beanstalk’”

L is not a teaser about height, he’s a helper. You’re struggling to reach something high, he’ll get it for you. He will analyse the situation and suggest using a step next-time but at the end of the situation, he’ll help in anyway he can

L is a introvert so he understands your overall timidity. If you don’t want to be around the others, he will set up a private room for you that none of the members can access, including him if wanted. He has the money and power to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he is the spoiling type of boyfriend

Yes, I mean that L would send you money if you need it, he will rush around the headquarters to find your favourite blanket, he’s out the door the moment you mention a milkshake you’re carving. He will do stuff for you since you do so much for him, by merely being apart of his life and changing from him a glorified machine to a real human

The way you shyly approach him and Light to hand over the documentation files Watari gave to you whilst he was baking, is just so cute. Internal L is laying on the floor joyous at how adorable you behave, whilst external is politely thanking you

L isn’t built with any muscles(besides dem legs for real) but he isn’t above being protective over you, because he is. Light scared you with that one time he impersonated Kira to a horrifyingly good degree, L is gonna calmly argue with him then get into a fight

“Light. Could you please silence your strangely accurate impersonation of Kira. You’re frightening Dokusha— Hm? What reason do I have to ask of such a request? Well. She’s my partner in business and in life, she is important. Don’t do anything like that again”

L is slowly growing accustom to affection, please give him a break if he doesn’t respond or give it back. He does like it, he just isn’t trained nor knowledgeable enough in couple things. He puts research on those topics into his list so he can do better for you

Though, nobody else can do these things with L. Hold his hand, brush his hair, hug him. Nothing like that is allowed for anybody besides you and well to a degree, Watari but that’s different. You are always allowed in his private research room, most of the time, he wants you there besides him as he works

A cute weird thing L lets you do is latch onto his back. He does have a BAD back from the ten+ years of hunching but he loves feeling you clung onto him like a Koala. You are too shy to do it around the members but that won’t stop L from throwing you onto his back himself. He misses it

L keeps track of everything you like, do and more. He basically has a encyclopaedia of you and can recall every little detail. To him, knowing you like the process of scrubbing through hours worth of camera footage, is important as it shows how devoted he is to you

So tell him everything. He won’t forget any piece of info and he’ll write it down later as a needed backup, like he does for everything else non-Dokusha related. There’s two parts of his mind; Detective and Dokusha. He likes the Dokusha section a lot more

L is very loyal. Do you think he has anybody else waiting? Most women call him a freak for his looks and/or behaviour. You’re his one and only, he can’t throw you away, he just wants you sat besides him all the time. Where he can turn around and know you’re still with him

L shares his sweets with you more, as compared to somebody like Light, and you know he’ll get Watari to deliver whatever you want, whilst the other members get only what L requests for them. You are treated specially and he could care less that it makes him seem favouritistic, he is

L has a habit of mimicking you, kinda like a child. He follows you since your word is a lot more trustworthy. When you eat vegetables and meats with a smiley reaction, he is eating it too whilst waiting for your praise (Watari would struggle here, and he is a bit frustrated that his son listens to his gf, not his father

“Good morning— hm? I seem frustrated. Well… I am. Why is that? Don’t pretend like you don’t know the answer to that question, Dokusha. Yes, yes. I understand you fully. You don’t want me to die but this is my profession, and you shouldn’t be apart of this case. It’s too dangerous, you know how intense my feelings for you are”

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Imagining the small gestures L lets you get away with when he becomes comfortable with you touching him.

He'll let you grab at the ends of his sleeves while you walk together.

You get to touch his hair, poke his cheek, (or even his side when you find his dry remarks amusing) and you're the only one who gets to do so.

When you share a seat on the couch, he won't mind if you get a little too close that your shoulders are basically touching and your elbows bump against each other when you move. He doesn't tell you to move away, but adjusts his arms so that he can type easily or feed himself with whatever dessert he currently has.

He'll let you feed him his sweets when he's busy using both of his hands to type.

And sometimes, the desserts don't come with utensils, so you feed him a pastry, a candy or a piece of fruit with only your hands, holding it carefully between your thumb and forefinger. He opens his mouth to you while his eyes are still glued to his screen and you pop the sweet into his mouth. His lips graze your finger as he closes them, chewing thoughtfully and, even though it's improper for someone to keep talking with their mouth full, there's something endearing about him telling you "thank you" as he chews.

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This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? 😭 (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)

🐸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33

nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader

how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys

matt

~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.

~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"

~ "don't you mean daddy?"

~ "you are the worst."

mello

~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.

near

~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.

ryuzaki

~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.

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Hello. I was wondering if you are taking requests. If the answer is yes I would be more than happy if you could write L x female reader with established relationship where the Task Force dont know for her and once she comes uninvited and they meet her. It is totaly okay if you dont want to write it or dont have time to. So no pressure. Have a nice day :)

things we hold close ! l lawliet [drabble]

thank you so much, sweetie!

imma tell u something- i'm really deep in my death note phase rn. and i'm kinda faced with a writers block with my avatar requests at the moment but when i sit down to write for death note it just kinda flows out of my hand ahhh

anyways y/a is your alias

summary: the task force can't quite believe it when they discover the greatest detective in the world has a girlfriend

➻❥ l lawliet x fem! reader

➻❥ fluff

➻❥ warnings: reader is mentioned to be shorter than L, slight posessiveness

( masterlist | requests )

Even though loving L Lawliet was the most wonderful thing in the world to you and you wouldn't give him up for all the treasures one could possibly offer you, your relationship came with a lot of complications- one being that you, him and Watari moved to another hotel every two weeks. Since you didn't have any family or friends in japan the constant change of location didn't bother you that much, the only thing that troubled you was getting the damn room number right.

As you stood in front of the elevator board and read through the floors you tried to remember your quarter's number. 102? No, that was last week. 149? This had been going on for quite sometime and since you didn't take a key with the number on it with you when you went out for purposes of secretivity, and your memory was just the worst. Sometimes you didn't fully get how and why L endured that, even though he always told you he found it endearing. Maybe he just felt bad for dragging you across the region, even though as long as you were with him, you didn't mind all that much.

You decided to try the 149 and the elevator was set into motion. It was a huge thing with golden ornaments all over the walls. For the moment, you sat your bags down and stretched your back- maybe you had overdone it with the food today, though it surely wouldn't go to waste under L's watch. No one else got onto your elevator which was ideal, but the fact that you weren't sure if you, in fact, needed to go to room 149 wasn't, and if you were to knock on the wrong door, that'd be- well, you should avoid it.

The elevator bell rang when you reached the right floor and as the doors opened swiftly, you grabbed your bags and heaved them out onto the noble hallway. You weren't going to lie to yourself, getting to live out your life in a fancy hotel every night absolutely had it's merits.

Panting, you reached the door to suite 149 and leaned forward to maybe catch a sound that'd indicate if you were at the right room here, but behind the door, it was dead silent. Strange. At this time, the task force was supposed to meet with L.

Due to your schedule, you'd never actually met the police men, even though they had been working with L for two weeks now, but you had been quite sure that you'd meet them today. L didn't feel very comfortable with other people knowing of your existence, both as a person and as his partner, but it was only likely that you'd walk into them eventually. It wasn't like you could spend all of your time outside and away from him. Also, he had already made sure that none of them were Kira, you had agreed to take the risk, had an alias and the revelation would maybe even prove L's good will to his new co-workers- that he shared informations of his (very little) private life with them to showcase that he trusted them.

"y/a?"

Relieve washed through you as you turned around to see Watari, your old companion, standing in the hallway next to the elevator with empty plates piled up in his hands, undoubtedly from L. "Watari!"

The old man gave you a kind smile and nodded towards the elevator. "Ryuzaki suspected you'd be here, he has noticed that you tend to mess up the four and the seven."

"Right!" You laughed about your own mistake. "It was 179! Thank you, Watari!"

Watari nodded indulgently. "The key is in my left coat pocket, you can take it. I'm on my way to the kitchen to return these. Shall I get you a bowl of icecream, too, y/a?"

"Yes, thank you," you said, walking up to him and setting down them bags once again to fish the key out of his pocket. "I'll see you later, then"

First, Watari took the elevator down, then you took it up, this time accompanied by a young, dark haired man in suit. When the doors opened, he kindly offered to carry your bags for you, and since you had to admit that their weight was getting to you, you let the eager guy take two of them. He babbled on you all the way to the doors as he seemed to be headed in the same direction, so you only had to listen, nod and smile, and think about how to get to room number 179 without him noticing. He really was quite the talkative guy. But when you stopped a few doors before your destination, he fell silent and looked at you expectantly. "Is this your room?" He pointed at suite number 171.

"Yes, that's me, thank you very much for your help," you smiled and he blushed.

"No problem! I'm not far from here, maybe we'll run into each other again, huh?"

You joined his nervous laugh. "Then I'll see you soon, Mr-"

"Matsui," the man said. Suddenly, an idea seemed to form in his head and he looked through his pocket just to pull out a piece of paper that he hastingly scribbled a phone number on. Blushing rapidly, he handed it over to you. "Sadly, I have work now and my boss is kind of unempathetic about - we'll, you know - but if you ever want someone to buy you a coffee or something- or tea if you're more into that," he added nervously at the sight of your apologetic expression, "just call me. Or don't. You decision. Of course it's your decision, haha..."

"I'm flattered," you said, "but I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry"

"No problem," the man said a bit disappointed. "See you" Hurringly, he waved at you and walked away. The hallway led around a corner here, so he wouldn't be able to watch you walk in- unless this was his suite, and it didn't seem to be. So you'd just have to wait until he'd disappear into his hotel room and then walk into number 179. Shortly after, you heard a knock and then the opening and closing of a door, followed by a faint "You're late, Matsuda- I mean Matsui".

After waiting for a few seconds, you lifted your groceries and walked towards the number 179. You rummaged in your pocket for the key, sticked it into the door and opened it with a "Good evening, gentlemen!"

The task force was exhausted, even though they'd just come back from a late lunch break. But L really was hard on them and even though they were trying not to show it too much- the weird detective intimidated them. But they were rapidly pulled out of their drowsiness when suddenly, a woman stood in the doorway, a complete stranger, packed with bags from a grocery store and greeting them with a polite smile as if they had known each other for years.

At first, they just assumed it had to be an accident. Somehow, the woman must have accidentaly stumbled upon their room, and they looked at L for support, for an order, something to do with this girl, but his reaction probably was the most surprising thing of all: he was smiling. Not a weird smile, or a creepy one. A small, fine smile that reached his sleepless eyes and gave his usually stoic expression and pale features something strangely ... livid. A smile that made the detective look... younger. And he was smiling at you.

"Uhm ... I think you got the wrong room, Miss," Matsuda said, attempting to stand up, but L forestalled him and walled up to you. He stopped right in front of you so you had to look up at him, mere inches between you and him, and closed the door behind you with his left arm reaching over your shoulder, faintly brushing your cheek.

The task force eyed both of you with their jaws dropped as you also had the audacity to ruffle L's hair. Ruffle. His. Hair. You ran your hand through it affectionately and he even seemed to be leaning into your touch.

"Damn," Marsuda said impressed and Chief Yagami and Aizawa shared confused looks. What in the world was going on here? Who was this woman? Who were you to L?

"Did you have a nice day, dear?" L asked you as he took your bags and placed them on the wall opposite the couch.

You followed him, took your coat off and hummed approvingly. "It was very nice. Weather was good. Though I think I might've got a bit carried away with the food. Well, it's not like we haven't got more than one mouth to fill," you added with a smile at the task force.

"Hmm..." L said, but I was unclear if that was meant to be an approving or a disapproving hum. He pecked your lips shortly and then turned to the baffled men on the couch who were staring at you wide-eyed. "This is my girlfriend, y/a. Any questions?"

A ton of, but the grim look in his eyes and the posessive hand around your waist stopped the task force from asking them and they turned back to their work as if nothing had happened, still watching you and the detective out of the corner of their eyes though. They were just too curious about you.

"I would've almost knocked at number 149, can you believe it?" they heard you say cheerfully as you hung up your coat and scarf on the wardrobe. "Of course you can, I would've done it if you hadn't thought of me. Good thing I have you, Ryuzaki"

"Yes, that's indeed fortunate for you," L said in a low voice after appreciating the satisfaction your comment had brought him, and rested his head on your shoulder, half-hugging you from behind. "Did Watari stop you?"

"He did- Ryuzaki!," you giggled a bit when L's fingers ran up your sides with movements that reminded you of two spiders crawling up at you. L smiled at his girlfriend's cute little laugh and pecked your cheek before letting go of you and approaching his desk again with you following behind as you told him about a rude waitress at a café.

When Matsuda was sure that L wouldn't hear him, he leaned over to Aizawa and whispered: "I can't believe it, I totally just asked L- I mean Ryuzaki's girlfriend out!"

"I find it unbelievable that the guy even has a girlfriend," Aizawa murmured as he flipped through files and glanced at the detective. "I mean ... look at him. And then look at her"

In that very moment, you turned around to adress them and the men fell silent. "I'm sorry for scaring you and for not even introducing myself properly, I'm y/a" You shook everyone's hands and winked at Matsuda. "Didn't think I'd see you here, Mr Matsui"

Matsuda blushed, but he knew that he wasn't the only one taken aback by your flourish personality, even though Chief Yagami, Aizawa and Ukita weren't in the same way. It was just so unfamiliar to them after having spent so much time with the rather untouchable detective, to have such a nice presence around, and next to your two companions, you seemed very displaced.

All three of them knew what Aizawa meant. So far, they had met two people that accosioated and lived with L: Watari and you, all three of you in a corner of the room right now. From what they could see, Watari was talking to the two of you as he handed out ice cream. Ryuzaki and you didn't touch each other anymore, but you stood in close proximity to each other and shared understanding glances every now and then. Even though there was no physical contact between the two of you, your bond was clearly visible to anyone who looked at you.

After a quick talk, you announced that you were going to sort the purchases and kissed your boyfriend goodbye. When you had left the room, Matsuda spoke up and broke the silence. "Wow, you really are a lucky guy, Ryuzaki"

Slowly, L turned his head to look at him, but he seemed deep in thought and to look right through him. The look in his eyes surprised the man. L seemed unhappy, almost worried. "Yes," he answered vaguely and pulled his knees closer to his chest, but his gaze still held a disapproving look. In his head, dark and worried thoughts clouded his thinking and he licked his ice cream to get back to the case- but still. He couldn't help but ask himself if this had been the best way.

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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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