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[kiranatrix]

Hi!!! Long time since we chatted!! I wanted to ask you if you knew the physical difference between the two versions of the L and Light figures. Is one more sculpted than the other?

Hi dotti!! Hope you’re well! I took another look at the figures and while there’s fewer shirtless pics of L (crimes!), I think they are based on the same upper body form.

Have an obligatory shirtless 8-pack Light lmao

[lawlight-week]

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. 

[everricvlvm]

Why do you think youre doing Wammy badly?

( like... lately I’ve been reading so many theories and opinions that Quillsh actually is a rather evil chracter and like... maybe he is??? maybe I’m doing it all wrong?? h E L P????

also my writing’s shit and my vocabulary is painfully narrow.)

[kiranatrix]

Someone suggested that the scene when Aizawa walks by Light and Naomi was actually foreshadowing a sequence that was eventually cut off because why make a big deal of him going by if you weren’t going to use it. I thought it was simply a Hitchcockian moment to make you hold your breath for a second. What do you think?

Here’s that scene in the manga, where Light has finally gotten Naomi’s real name and is writing it on Death Note paper:

I don’t think this was meant to foreshadow any scene that was cut out primarily because it’s we the audience who are supposed to notice the close call, not Aizawa. In the panels where he’s getting closer, Aizawa’s view of Light and Naomi is obscured by the umbrella. As he goes past, his eyes are straight ahead and he looks occupied, focused in his thoughts. Light’s back is to Aizawa as he’s coming down the street and Aizawa never turns around to see Light’s face. So, this isn’t going to be a moment he recalls later as any kind of ‘eureka!’ simply because he didn’t see it. I agree with you that it’s just meant to be an eerie coincidence, an example of how differently things could have gone if one piece of this story shifted slightly. Light was really lucky here but then so many characters’ arcs in DN relied to a large degree on luck (good or bad).

[kiranatrix]

Yay!!!! Happy happy birthday!!!

Thank you!! It’s also my first day of a 2-week vacay so I’m happy happy

[lawlight-week]

One Day is Today

Name of Creator: Dotti55

Createad for:  Haley-Bop Comet

Prompt:  Light and Misa are Married and He Has a Successful Career but he’s seeing L on the Side

One Day is Today

Light looked at his watch in the dark and sighed heavily; this was always the most difficult part.  He smiled at the head of wild, black hair lying on his chest and gently carded his fingers through it, the man to whom it belonged moving against his fingers.

“Ryuzaki, I’m sorry, but it’s time for me to go,” he said softly.  The soft groan he received in answer made him feel even worse.  “I know, but…”

“Yes, yes I understand,” Ryuzaki answered with a sigh and moved from Light’s chest.  “It’s the burden of being the other woman.” he chuckled softly. “Always being left behind, but it’s worth it.” he added kissing Light softly, then moving the kisses down to Light’s bare chest. 

“Please don’t, this is difficult enough,” he said moving him away.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said sitting up and smiling at him.  “Maybe one day you won’t have to leave.”

Light smiled and kissed him softly.   “One day, I promise.” he said and slid out of bed.  Ryuzaki watched him find his clothes and hold up his  boxers in horror.  “What did you do?” he asked showing him the rip up the side. 

Ryuzaki shrugged.  “I was desperate, it has been a while since we were able to be together.” he answered with a grin.

“I know and I apologized; but things have been hectic lately and…”

“Your wife…” Ryuzaki added running a hand through his hair, “She gets you first, I know."  Light looked away before sliding on the torn boxers.

"It’s difficult right now, but it won’t always be.  Things will be the way we want them soon.” he climbed back on the bed and kissed him again. “I do love you, Ryuzaki."   Ryuzaki moved away and slid out of bed himself, reaching for his own boxers.

"So you say,” he said with a smirk, “You better hurry, it’s very late."  Light nodded and finished getting dressed.  "Would you meet me for breakfast in the morning before work?” he asked.

“Perhaps.  What time would you like me to meet you and where?” Ryuzaki answered.

“8:00 a.m., at the restaurant next to the NPA building.  Please?”

“So close to work, what if one of your co-workers sees us?” he asked.

“What if they do, they can’t look at us and know we’re sleeping together. They’ll think we’re friends.  Please, Ryuzaki?" 

"I’ll think about it, Light.  Now get out before she comes looking for you."  Light sighed, went to him and kissed him again.

"8:00 Ryuzaki!” he said before running out of the door. 

“8:00,” he said softly to the closed door.

Light arrived home, quietly got undressed and slid into bed beside his wife.  Misa sighed and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw him.

“Working hard for that promotion aren’t you?” she said sleepily as she kissed his cheek before putting her arm around him.

“Yes, sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep,” he told her and turned to his side away from her.  She agreed and closed her eyes quickly falling back asleep as Light stared into the darkness, finally making a decision.

The next morning, he finished got dressedquickly, fixing his tie and making sure his hair was just right as he looked in the bathroom mirror.   Misa watched her husband from behind, a smirk on her face and her hands on her hips.

“You don’t take that much time getting ready when we go out,” she complained.  Light looked at her thru the mirror and sighed.

“Yes, well, most of our nights out involve me just being there while you deal with your people, the press, fans…no one really cares what I look like so it doesn’t really matter.”  She moved closer to him, putting her arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry Light, those things are boring, but I have to do them.  It’s much easier when you’re with me though.”   Light pulled out of her grasp and moved away.

“I’ll be late tonight; they’re throwing me a party to celebrate my promotion; just the guys,” he said cutting off the chance for her to ask to join him.

“I’m proud of you, the NPA’s youngest detective,” she said, “Are you sure I can’t go with you?”  he nodded quickly.

“Yes, it’s just the guys,” he said with a small smile.

“Maybe when you come home we can have our own celebration,” she said reaching for him, “I promise we can do whatever you want; it’s been a while.”  Light tried not to show the revulsion he felt at the idea.  Sex with Misa, just like his entire marriage, was a duty, it was expected of him, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed.  Especially since he had something so much better to look forward to these days.

“Maybe, I’ll just have to see how I feel when I get home,” he said moving away from her. 

“I’ll wear something special,” she said softly, “Something I know you’ll love.”

“You do that,” he said grabbing his phone and moving toward the door.

“Light!  You’re not kissing me good-bye?” she asked and he stopped.

“Oh…sorry,” he said moving back to her and giving her a quick peck before going back to the door.  “Gotta go, getting a new case.” He explained then stopped.  “Misa, when I do get home, there’s something important we need to discuss.”

“Sure, but after we celebrate,” she said with a giggle, then watched him leave their apartment and practically run to his car.  She moved away from the window and was surprised he hadn’t touched his breakfast or his coffee.  She chuckled to herself as she went to get dressed; he must be really excited about this new case to skip breakfast, she thought and giggled again.

Light pulled up to the café and was able to park right outside.  He checked the time and looked at himself in the rear view mirror quickly before getting out of the car.  He walked into the café and began looking around.  He sighed happily when he saw what he was looking for, a head full of dark, messy hair, and moved in that direction.

“I’m sorry if I’m late,” he said as he sat down across from the young man at the table.  Large dark eyes rolled up from the coffee they had been staring at and looked at him.

“Of course you’re not late,” he said with a smile, “I’d be quite surprised if you were ever late.”  Light smiled and reached under the table and took his hand.

“Good morning, Ryuzaki,” he said softly, “I’m glad you could meet me for breakfast.”

“How could I not when you asked so nicely?” Ryuzaki answered squeezing Light’s hand under the table.  “Besides, I have to enjoy every moment we can have together, we don’t have many.”  Light sighed and pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m trying to be more available.  Between work and…”

“Your wife,” Ryuzaki added as he sipped his coffee.

“Yes…well…there is that,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry but…I promise, that’s going to change.” He said and stopped when the waitress came to their table.   He ordered coffee and smirked when L ordered a chocolate crepe.

“For breakfast?” he asked.

“For any time,” Ryuzaki answered.  “After six months, I’m surprised you’re even questioning my tastes.”

“I’m not questioning, just slightly amused,” Light answered then reached under the table again.  “I was saying that things were going to change.”  Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow.

“Change? In what way? Should I be concerned?” he asked.  Light shook his head.

“No, not in that way.  But I’m tired of sneaking around with you, Ryuzaki.  It’s time to stop hiding. I always told you that one day I would work this out; today is that day.”

Ryuzaki pulled his hand away.

“And what would that do to the career of the youngest detective in the history of the NPA?,” he shook his head. “I’m not willing to put your career at risk because I wish to spend more time with you.”

“Nothing.  My father is the Deputy Director, nothing will happen.  Ryuzaki…I love you, I’m tired of hiding it.”

“And your wife?  Light, I’m relatively content seeing you when I can; I understand the situation, I knew what it was when we became involved.”

“My marriage never was a real marriage to me, I did what I had to do.  I care about Misa but not like I love you; I’m only happy when I’m with you.  I can’t even bring myself to have sex with her anymore, all I can think about is being with you.”   Ryuzaki looked down at his coffee.

“I can’t say that I haven’t secretly wished for this, but now when you actually say it, it makes me realize what could be at stake for you,” he looked up at him.  “Perhaps it is time I backed away.”  Light squeezed his hand under the table tightly.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Light told him leaning across the table, “Now that I’ve been with you I know what I want.  Ryuzaki, don’t you love me?”

Ryuzaki fought with himself for a few moments.  If he told him he didn’t it would hurt him, but it would keep him from risking his career and future for him; but he was sure Light knew better.

“Yes, of course I do, you know this.  It’s why I’m willing to share your time with your wife,” he answered truthfully.

“Then that’s all I need to know.  Trust me, everything will work out the way we want it to. It may take a little time, but I’ll make it work.  In the meantime, there’s a party tonight for me, and I’m bringing you as my guest.  And after…”

Ryuzaki smiled then let his tongue run over his lips. 

“After there will be desert,” he finished squeezing Light’s hand tightly.  The waitress arrived with Light’s coffee and his crepe.  “But at the moment, I’m more interested in this crepe than you.”  

Light laughed and let go of his hand, sitting back in his chair.  He reached for his coffee and nodded to himself; he had definitely made up his mind, he belonged with Ryuzaki and he would do whatever necessary to make that happen.

[trenchcoatimpala]

Yes please add me to your list. I loved Elephant in the room and am loving this too..

Thank you! You're on the list don't worry!

[louferrignojrofficial]

Hi! I have a question because I seem to have missed something and I’m asking you because I’ve been following for a while and I trust your posts and opinions Is there a question as to!whether or not Jensen and Misha had some kind of falling out? Knowing they’re going to be together later on this month I find it’s not likely but where did this come from?

i don’t think so…. i believe it’s just coming from the fact that after spn ended, the pandemic stopped them from going to cons and seeing each other in person. and because they were no longer seeing each other every week at cons and during filming, it’s natural to assume they’d grown apart. but i don’t believe they had any falling out, they seem perfectly fine at the cons the last few years and with their photo ops and panels in person.