#l drabbles

[osaemu]

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!)

[amaya-writes]

hi, amaya!! :3 may i ask for a fluffy L x reader where the reader gives him a back massage? cuz there's no way his back doesn't hurt with the way he seats/walks. (o_o)

Notes: gah this was such a cute idea i couldn't help but write it before some of my other reqs I've never given or received a back massage so i didn't really know hwo to write the actual massage bits. 😭😩 but i hope this was fine

Warnings: n/a just pure fluff

Characters involved: L Lawliet

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Your arms almost automatically wound around his waist as you sat down on the couch beside L, with your chin coming to rest on his shoulder even as you felt his body stiffen below your hold.

"I'm working."

Even if he tried to sound stern, you could all but hear the blush in his voice as L continued fiddling with the sheets before him.

"You've been working all day."

He hummed at that but chose not to do anything else to acknowledge your words.

The sound of his silence had you letting out a sigh as you buried your face into his neck and tried to use your proximity to distract him from his work.

"C'mon baby, you're going to break your back if you keep on slouching like this for hours on end."

"Scientifically speaking, that is all but impossible."

You let out a small huff at his words, but were quick to swap out your annoyance for curiosity as an idea popped into your head.

L wasn't really one for physical affection, but over time he had come to get used to your touch. However, one thing he definitely wasn't used to was the feeling of your hands trailing over his shoulders and then moving down to his back, applying slight pressure as you went.

"What are you doing?"

You shrugged at that, paying no mind to his evident curiosity as you instead focused on massaging his back, or at least trying to.

"I told you, working like this for so long isn't good for your back."

You continued gently pressing down on his back and shoulders as you spoke, but were quick to come to a stop the second you felt him move away.

For a second you couldn't help but wonder whether you had done something wrong, but your worries were quickly quelled as you watched L set down his paperwork and return to your side.

"I suppose I could take a break for a while-"

he finally turned to you then, with a soft smile ghosting over his lips as he shifted his position to lean more towards you rather than the back of the couch.

"-But only if you continue for a bit."

You giggled at his request but chose to oblige as you once again let your hands trail over his back, this time with warmth pooling in your stomach as you realised L Lawliet had just given you permission to take care of him, something he up until recently only reserved for Watari.

[amaya-writes]

Hi!!! <3 I hope you didn t get this ask before, but can I get an L x reader fluff (not established relationship yet but the feelings are certainly there) where reader has a cold and needs someone to take care of them, but they usually dont like people taking care of them cause they feel like a burden. Thank you!

Notes: halfway thru this i realised what I'm writing doesn't completely capture what you asked for but i hope you like it anyways

Warnings: sick people and L is annoying but reader thinks its endearing

Characters involved: L, mentions Watari

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

"Stupid."

The word reverberated around the cold apartment, but you found it was the sound of the owner's voice that surprised you more than the insult, for even if L had texted you about his arrival mere minutes ago, you couldn't quite believe he had actually bothered to take time off work just to see you when you were sick.

"Is that really how you should treat a sick person?"

L didn't bother hiding his distaste for your question as he crossed the living room to join you on the couch you hadn't left the entire day.

"Wouldn't know, I usually avoid them."

You couldn't help the disgruntled scoff you let loose at the retort but were quick to switch out your annoyance for a familiar teasing nature the second you noticed the concerned frown tugging on the detective's lips.

"Well, then why are you here?"

L remained quiet for a moment, with the only sound echoing through the apartment being the rustle of a plastic bag you hadn't noticed before.

It was only when he turned to hold out a round box filled with soup no doubt cooked by Watari that the raven-haired detective finally replied.

"Because you're not just a sick person-"

He leaned towards you as he spoke, only coming to a stop when he was close enough that your foreheads could touch if you tilted your chin upwards.

Normally, the sudden proximity would have you shrinking away in embarrassment as you reminded yourself L didn't quite understand the idea of personal space.

However, the sudden shift in your demeanour was nothing when compared to the fact that L Lawliet himself had travelled halfway across the city to help you nurse back to health with home-cooked soup.

If anything, it was L whose behaviour served as a surprise.

His sudden boldness had you questioning whether one could catch a fever within minutes of contact, for the smirking pale man leaning so awfully close to you wasn't quite the same as the stoic detective you had worked with for the past three years.

"-you're an indispensable asset I need back in the office come Monday."

He pulled away then, with the steaming bowl of soup suddenly feeling cold without his warm touch cupping the other side.

As you watched L return to his previous perch on the other side of your couch, you couldn't help but feel a deep frown tug on your lips as your disappointment began to set in.

Perhaps if you had paid more attention to the object of your affections rather than the soup you were now bitterly spooning, then you would have caught the pink dusting L's cheeks as attempted to conceal the true reason for his visit.

[amaya-writes]

Happy 2k Amaya!! May I request for the event some fluffy Bakery AU reader x L Lawliet??

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Notes: I sort of made this college-bakery au? it technically takes place when L and Light go to college but nothing about the actual anime is mentioned so L can just be a normal student or his actual self depending on your choice

Warnings: mentions of food

Characters involved: L Lawliet

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

He was there again.

The mysterious raven-haired man who would occupy the back table at the bakery for the greater part of the afternoon as he poured over a laptop screen far too bright for someone with such deep eyebags.

His orders were always the same. Two sweets you would recommend paired with a steaming cup of coffee.

It had been months since he first walked through the bakery's door, but never once had you bothered to hold an actual conversation with him.

There was just something about his calm yet curious aura that had you dwelling close enough to offer a polite smile or two but never daring to do anything more.

Unlike others, he didn't seem to mind your hesitance to initiate conversation. If anything, he appreciated it.

You could see it in the hesitant way his lips would curve to create a small smile of approval every time he liked one of the new sweets presented to him.

In the way he would leave abnormally large tips on the days where the dessert was good enough for him to order a box full of them to take away instead of complimenting your creations just like so many others would.

At first, you couldn't help but find his mannerisms peculiar, but over time you had come to appreciate the quaint silence that accompanied his visits.

His name was Ryuzaki.

You thought the dramatic name was very unbecoming of a man so silent and mysterious as the one before you, but never once chose to question it as you accepted the credit card he offered you on a rainy day far too busy for anyone else to be present in your bakery.

This information was yet another thing you simply chose to add to your mental filing cabinet created solely for the mystery man before you.

It was accompanied by your knowledge that he was a college student from the dorms on the other side of the street, something you had to wait a month before figuring out once he pulled out a diary marked with the college's emblem.

He also seemed to have an affinity for all things monochrome and plain, so much so he would often crinkle his nose when presented with the rainbow-coloured delicacies you would design during pride events.

Yet Ryuzaki wasn't one to voice his concerns.

In fact, the only time you had ever heard him speak aside from his original order was the day you had forgotten to add two extra sugars to his coffee.

Perhaps that was why you were shocked to your core the second a soft yet affirmative voice drifted through your quaint little bakery.

"Do you like mysteries?"

If he wasn't the only other person in the store you wouldn't have thought twice before turning away and walking back to the counter to explore the source of the question.

But the lack of customers for the day had you quickly turning to the side to face a pair of abnormally wide eyes already staring at you.

It took you a moment to truly process his question, and another to quickly set down the coffee cup in your hands lest you risk dropping it in surprise.

"I suppose so-"

you allowed your gaze to flicker across his form and briefly dwell on the murder mystery novel clutched between his dainty finger before continuing.

"-they can be very fascinating."

Ryuzaki took a moment to analyze you, leaving no room for subtlety as his wide gaze lazily observed your form.

It was only when his silence started to get a little too awkward for your liking that the brunette spoke up again, this time with his voice holding a lilt of emotion you couldn't quite place.

"There's this new mystery movie at the theatres I was thinking of watching. Would you like to join me?"

It was your turn to take a moment of silence as you genuinely mulled over his proposal.

Sure, you had met Ryuzaki on a regular basis for the past two months, but he was as good as a stranger to you. Yet somehow, he made you feel a sense of comfort you often lacked when interacting with other males.

The bakery had been awfully slow as well, which meant you could get away with an early night.

That left only one question; what exactly were his intentions?

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Normally people would shy away from such a direct confrontation, but not Ryuzaki. If anything, he seemed to appreciate your candour.

"Depends, are you saying yes?"

His coy response was all it took to quell your previous qualms, causing a small smile to tug on your lips as you began to walk away from his table.

"I get off at five."

"I was right."

You turned back at the sudden exclamation, uttering a response before you could think twice.

"About?"

"Your pastries are as sweet as you."

This time you couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips at his corny compliment, however, you were quick to retract your steps at the sound of the front door being pushed open.

"Five. Don't be late."

You turned away from him then, but there was no mistaking the silly smile painted across your lips for the next hour you spent behind the counter.

[amaya-writes]

Bowling With Master Detectives: L x Reader Fluff

Notes: I was gonna answer some reqs today but then I went out bowling with my family and I got an idea! So here's a bowling date with L 💜

Warnings: n/a just fluff tbh

Characters involved: L Lawliet (death note), mentions of Watari

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The clash of the bowling bowl hitting the wooden flooring was a sound you had all but grown accustomed to over the past hour, however, one thing you could never get used to was the sound of a perfect tumble of every pin.

"Oh come on!"

L seemed more than amused at your indignant groan but was quick to swap out his grin for a sly smirk the second he saw you reach for the bright pink ball you had been using all night.

"Give it up, darling, you know you can't win."

A scoff left your lips as you walked past him to take your turn, with the tumble of half of the pins falling over only serving to heighten L's amusement.

You, however, couldn't help but let out a small smile as you watched him close off the last round with yet another perfect score.

Sure, you were a little sour about your overwhelming defeat, but that slight annoyance was nothing compared to the pure joy you felt at being able to finally have a real date.

Seeing him so pumped up about getting perfect scores and softly muttering calculations of how you could better your throw was a welcome change after spending days upon days couped up in his office.

Bowling certainly wasn't the first thing on either of your minds, but since everything else seemed to either be too time consuming or boring for someone like L, a friendly competition seemed to be the only thing he was interested in.

Not that you were real competition for him.

Nevertheless, you couldn't help but cheer him on as you watched L return to your seats to swap out the bowling shoes for his normal ones.

The sound of your soft claps echoing around the empty bowling alleys surprised L, but it was the small peck you placed on his lips that seemed to really shock him.

"I've never seen anyone be so happy about losing."

You couldn't help but pout at his words, but chose to hold back from replying as the two of you collected your things and began to leave the alleys to return to the main gaming area of the mall.

It was only when you spotted a family lane of colourful games that you allowed yourself to give in and retort, this time with a soft smile on your lips.

"Fine, if you're such a genius, then why don't you win me a prize?"

You gestured to the claw machines as you spoke, watching as L underwent an internal struggle at your sudden challenge.

He knew you were just being petty and were already aware that he could win you all the toys in those machines without hesitation, but was L really willing to give in and throw his pride aside for a moment or two to entertain your little games?

One look at your poorly-concealed excitement was enough for him to give in and gesture for Watari to get him some tokens for the machines, a sight that had you practically bouncing on the balls of your feel as you once again pulled him along.

L couldn't help but scoff at how you automatically gravitated to the machine with the biggest soft toys knowing they were often scams, but chose not to say anything as he quietly accepted the tokens from Watari and got to work.

You really shouldn't have been surprised to see him so easily grab the plushie and drop it in the box, but you couldn't help but gawk a little as you watched L kneel down to collect the toy and place it in your hands.

"There. Happy?"

You didn't think twice before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, one that was slow and sweet and had you leaning in for another small peck before you allowed yourself to pull away.

"Thank you. Not just for the plushie but for coming with me today. I know you don't like leaving your work and bowling definitely isn't your type of scene but-"

You ran your fingers through his long raven hair as you spoke, with a small smile forming on your lips as you watched a soft flush of pink rise to L's cheeks at your sudden affection.

"-I'm glad you came with me today."

You allowed yourself another small kiss before completely pulling away, choosing to drop your hand from his hair to instead hold his hand as you tugged him towards the exit.

However, you were quickly pulled to a stop as L pulled your form back into him, turning to the side to address Watari.

"We'll be staying here for a little longer. Could you return to the office and let the others know I will be indispensable today?"

L didn't even bother to look your way as he spoke, instead looping his arm around your waist to tug you to the main area of the gaming zone.

When you had all but dragged L out of the office that day you had never thought you would get him stay long enough to finish the game, but as you watched him tug you along to the rides section you couldn't help but feel glad that you had decided to take him out that day.

Perhaps, losing at bowling wasn't such a bad thing when you had the world's best detective by your side to make up for it.

[amaya-writes]

hiii hiiii hiiiiii

your writing is gracious and i loooveee iiittt

i was wondering if i could please have a 𝕃 x reader + library au

thank you in advance if you decide do write thisss

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes:

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: L

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The two of you were regulars at the same library.

That was the only reason why L even mustered up the courage to talk to you in the first place; because he had observed you long enough to deduct you weren't a threat to him.

Your love for literature was almost intoxicating, especially since it helped spark his own fondness that L had lost in his drive to purge the world of evil.

Something about the way you would so excitedly scan the shelves in search of a tome that would catch your eye and then devour its contents seated on that one red armchair near the bay windows was just so enthralling to him.

Perhaps it was how uncaring you were of the world around you; how you allowed yourself to get lost in pretty words and old pages as time marched on.

It didn't matter if the weather ran rampant on the other side of your window, it didn't matter how many hours and people passed you by.

The only you seemed to care about was the words before you. Something L couldn't help but find so awfully intriguing.

Before he knew it the raven-haired detective found himself memorising your library schedule and checking out the same books you did.

He found himself pouring over the pages you would so affectionately flip through and smiling at the very jokes you once giggled to.

L found himself delving into a part of a stranger's life that was so awfully intimate it felt almost illegal. For he might have not known your name or anything about you, but the little insight your choice in literature gave him was enough for him to figure out your personality.

Sometimes he would up the stakes and take a seat in the armchair beside you, reciprocating the small smiles you sent his way before turning to a novel of his own. Other times he would simply stand in the aisles and stare; a habit he had quickly dropped after a weird look from the elderly librarian passing him by.

Yet he never once dared to initiate conversation, for L was content with the way things were.

He was just the random guy you would sometimes see at the library, and you were his unsuspecting reading buddy.

It didn't matter that L would often spend hours thinking about you. Wondering what your favourite sweets were and whether you took your coffee like how he thought you would. Mulling over your favourite colours and whether that pair of black combat boots you often wore were your favourite shoes.

He never dared ask his questions, and there was something so enthralling about the mystery that came with it. Almost like a game of sorts. A game to try and figure you out without any interactions.

L should have known you would eventually be comfortable enough to speak to him, but he never once would have guessed the moment would come so soon.

"You should check out the prequel first."

He never would have guessed the soft whispered voice sweet as honey belonged to the very person L was fascinated by. But he supposed it made sense that someone like you sounded as intriguing as you looked.

"What?"

"The prequel. It's based five years before this one and features her brother as the main character but it's easier to understand the worldbuilding if you read it first."

L did in fact check out the prequel and mulled over your brief conversation for days after it.

The next time he went to the library he felt more hesitant to take a seat in the armchair beside you, perhaps it was because he knew you were going to initiate conversation.

You were more pleasant than he had given you credit for. Simply asking him whether he agreed with your sentiments and was enjoying his current read.

The two of you started talking a lot more after that.

Reading recommendations turned into rants about your favourite characters and picking up coffees from the cafe across the street.

Before he knew it, L didn't have to guess questions about what you were like outside of the library because you were there to provide him with answers.

He never dared tell you about his previous infatuation and you never suspected him of it.

Over time, you became more than just library buddies or reading partners. You swapped numbers and allowed your conversations to stray past the confines of the library's four walls.

L wasn't bold enough to make the first move, and you too seemed content with how things were, so he simply left it like that.

You were his library crush who didn't know it, and he was the reading buddy you always wanted. And he was fine with that.

[amaya-writes]

Death Note spoilers!

For the event, can I request reborn!L Lawliet? He died in 2007, so he would be 15 today, so I just wanted some fluff with teen!reader (platonic or romantic, whatever) maybe being friends from school and liking true crime, chatting, just doing normal teen stuff without a care in the world :') thank you so much

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Notes: I was going to make this romantic but ran out of ideas lol

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: L Lawliet, mentions Watari

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

You had been friends with L ever since you saw him win a middle school dodgeball match by using physics.

You thought he was one of the coolest people you knew. He thought you were annoying.

L Lawliet wasn't exactly the type of teenager people would talk about. His real name was Ryuzaki but for some reason unknown to most he had decided to be referred to as L sometime during elementary school, a decision everyone seemed to automatically accept.

He was quiet and went about his days at school perched on his seat at the back of the class with his owlish eyes observing everyone around him.

Everyone thought he was weird. Even the teachers.

The only reason they never said anything was because of how awfully smart he was.

You prided yourself on being one of the top students in your class. But that was before L came along.

You might have been smart, but he was on another level.

Perhaps that was why you had originally been so vexed by him. Him and his stupid sliver tongue and quick reflexes that ensured even if he was regarded as an outcast, no one could ever ridicule him for it.

Especially not when he came from such a rich family.

You heard rumours about how he had a butler who would follow him around wherever he went. And how that butler was responsible for the chemistry teacher's sudden disappearance a week after she dared to mark L's answer wrong.

The second part was obviously a lie. But you found that it was enough to intrigue you even more.

In the end, it was your love for true crime that brought the two of you together.

There was a famous detective known for his books about the serial killers cases he had handled in your country who had a book signing in your city, and you just had to go.

As luck would have you found a familiar raven-haired boy standing outside the bookstore just as you arrived.

At first, you thought he would avoid you. But that was before he dropped by your table after the book signing to cheekily impose on your reading.

"He was never imprisoned."

"What?"

L took your question as an invitation to occupy the vacant seat across from you.

"The killer. He was a politician who got away with it just because his party refused to believe he could ever do such a thing."

The two of you were quick to share your sentiments about how awful that was, and before you knew it, a simple talk about a book both of you adored turned into reading recommendations and swapping social media.

Apparently, L had only downloaded Tiktok and Instagram to watch videos about the cases he liked to keep up with but actively spent time tweeting about all sorts of things.

You thought the two of you would be restricted to discussions outside of school after that but were pleasantly mistaken the next day when you found L excitedly leaning against your locker ready to talk about how your favourite author had announced they were going to do a podcast.

The two of you became quick friends after that.

It started with both of you reading together and listening to true crime but quickly turned into L tugging you along to a million bakeries and forcing you to play chess with him in exchange for long walks through the park and shopping sprees.

You learned the reason he wanted to be called L was that his late mother had named him Ryuzaki, and he seemed to hold a grudge against everything related to her. He learned about your struggles with perfectionism and need to be the trophy child of your family.

You loved fashion almost as much as he didn't, and he held an interest in all the sports you had never once bothered to learn.

The two of you were different yet somehow still so awfully alike.

It helped that you both lacked any artistic abilities whatsoever. Whether it be dancing, singing, or art.

That was where your other friend came in.

Unlike L who didn't have any friends before you, you had secured a tight-knit but fun group of friends you cared for deeply. One of them was a digital artist who had even gone viral on Tiktok, the other an aspiring doctor who was secretly a theatre kid.

You were acquainted with a few others too, but L preferred to stick around you or the other two.

Everyone else seemed to be glad that you were helping L come out of his shell.

The two of you quickly turned from the peculiar pair everyone would gossip about to normal best friends, and over time people began to stare more when you weren't accompanied by one another.

You cared for each other deeply and would often spend hours on end holed up in L's ridiculously large bedroom as you did everything from reading to studying to watching bad comedy horror movies.

One school year turned into another, and you soon began to think of L as someone you would be friends with forever.