When I saw Lawlight week, I actually planned the last two days first. It is ironic that, now that the deadline has passed, they are the only two that didn't make it in.
After Ajin week I do plan to finish the two prompts left for Lawlight week. Obviously, they won't be in the collection due to the late deadline passing today.
I thought I would post this to say, if you're interested, here is a link to the series that is in progress:
Lawlight Week 2025
Here is a quick summary to the two drafted days yet to come:
Day 6: Allegiance/Betrayal
The Wammy kids think it's funny to make a bet with L, claiming he can't get the attractive man at the bar to come to their Christmas Party. L takes the bet, and immediately explains it to Light, telling him they can share in the winnings. But when two monsters play games, someone is bound to get hurt.
Day 7: Old World/New World
Kira has won and the gods have gifted him a new world. Through all the possibilities, he never thought to consider he'd be a hero trapped in a castle, memories fading in and out.
The only one in the new world with clear memories is Yagami Soichiro, who is now trapped in the role of, Gabriel Agreste, a renowned fashion designer.
Luka can tell there is something not quite right with the world.
And Adrien - well - Adrien will always be Kira at heart.
(Please see A03 for additional warnings and/or tags)
Summary:
L, hungover, tries to explain to his brother that absolutely nothing happened between him and Light.
L is not as good at lying when he's hungover.
L’s head pounded, the pressure from behind his eyes threatening to push them out of his skull. Pushing his palms against his sockets, he attempted to hold himself together. New beads of sweat pearled over the residue of last night. Maybe, if he squeezed hard enough, the room would stop spinning.
“SO, HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?” Mail sang, purposefully scraping the chair against the hardwood. Each inch throbbed within L’s skull.
SLAM! The table shook under Mail’s mug, the sharp noise slashing at L’s throbbing brain.
“I hate you. I hate you so much.” L grumbled, rubbing his hands in his face.
“Oh come on, you can't be mad at me forever.” Matt slid the coffee, tapping against L’s forearms. A peace offering.
Cracking open his fingers, L peered down. The shade was correct, a light khaki. Breaking free from his hand cage, he sniffed at the coffee. Instead of a bitter salt (like Mail attacked him with his last hangover) the coffee was sweet and inviting. It genuinely appeared like Matt cared about putting the correct amount of sugar in today. It was suspicious.
Squinting, L shifted between Matt and the coffee. What was the motive? Why was Matt being so nice?
“What do you need?” L tentatively grabbed the edges of his mug with his finger tips. They already paid for cleaners, so it couldn’t be tackling the aftermath of the party.
“Noooothing!” There was a singsong to his voice that grated L’s non-existent patience.
L didn’t deign his lie worthy of an answer. Instead, he sat in silence, waiting for Matt to fill it himself. After a minute passed, Matt finally cracked. For someone so skilled at deception, he was truly terrible at non-chalance when it came to personal matters.
“So…” Matt held his chin with both hands, his feet tapping under the table. “Did you see Light’s Angel costume?”
Groaning, L sipped at his coffee. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it had been made perfectly - Mail was looking for gossip to bring back to Mello. What a filthy backstabber. Was L too old now to give him a swirly? Maybe they should bring back swirleys.
Mello kept saying that Light and L were perfect for each other, made in the stars. L absolutely refused to let Mello believe he was right. Light drove L up the wall on a daily basis. They were part time friends and full time enemies.
On any other day, L would be quick to the draw. Maybe he’d rant about some absurd moral perspective Light had taken on that week. Or complain about the way he pranced around as the girls surrounded him in droves. But today his brain was too preoccupied with how Light’s firm butt cheeks peeked out the bottom of his tight sequined shorts. How the mesh shirt completely decimated anything he’d created in his own wet dreams. L was gobsmacked at how gorgeous the devil looked with such elegant wings.
“Because Mello said you couldn't take your eyes off him. All night.” Matt gave a one handed shrug as he sipped at his coffee.
“Mello just wants everyone in this house to be gay.” L deflected, letting his irritation at Mello's insistence of trying to drag him out of the closet seep through his face. Grimacing, his nose still twisted, he took another sip of his caffeine elixir.
“I mean…” Matt leaned back, tapping the side of his own mug. “You're not straight.”
“Yeah, but he doesn't need to know that.” L shuffled in his ball, finding the sweet spot to rest his chin on his knees while simultaneously being able to sip on his coffee.
Mello was great for Matty, L couldn’t deny that. He was genuinely happy that Matt found someone who would care for him. Mello made him a better person, he enforced a maximum screen time, held him responsible, he even convinced Matt to do his own laundry. But as much as Mello was a godsend, he was also a nightmare. First, he always ate all the chocolate in the house. If there’s one thing you don’t fuck with in the Lawliet house, it was L’s sweets. Mello always used the same poor excuse, that he was ‘on his period’. L may not have a vagina, but most periods didn’t last 365 days of the year. Second, he was just smart enough to adequately infuriate L. If he was a dummy, L could easily write him off, but Mello had a special talent for planting seeds of destruction. Third, he brought the ‘sweetheart’ of the criminology department into their life.
Mello’s grin exceeded that of the cheshire cat’s as he explained how well the two of them would get along. That Yagami Light was an exceptional young man, competitive, sharp as a tack, and charismatic to a fault.
A stunning killer with a perfect mask.
The first time Light came to the house, him and L broke into a three hour debate over nihilism, and from that moment on, their tenuous friendship began. Light was one of the few people that L always knew would be knowledgeable in the topics they spoke about. Light argued from logic, never ‘from the heart’. He was keen and had a damn near photogenic memory. But he was so incredibly pompous and full of himself. He couldn’t accept defeat.
L’s train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a cube of sugar smacking the centre of his forehead.
“Unwrinkle your eyebrows.” Matt’s fingers still dangled in the air, ensuring L knew that he was the culprit.
The cube splashed into his drink, bringing a crooked smile to L’s lips.
“You know…” Matt pretended to stir his coffee with an invisible spoon. “Mello helped design Light’s costume.”
Another reason to hate him. L thought as he pulled himself deeper into his ball. Mello had been instrumental in rendering him weak to the boy who sang in venom.
—-
The moment L laid his eyes on Light, time froze. The rumbling bass kept the glitter suspended within the air, framing the angel within the doorway. He ducked to fit his carefully handwoven wings under the threshold. L’s throat dried, as if he’d never sipped water in his life.
Light’s red flecked eyes met his and his expression turned to his. His soft persona melted away to throw L the bitchiest expression he could muster.
A low growl went unheard in the loud room, L holding back his snarl. That stupid prep looked as if he was imagining crushing L’s throat beneath his shoe.
The part that L hated the most was simply how much he wanted him to.
—--
“Hmm, yes, the wings. Mello’s years of cosplay creation truly showed.” L forced his throbbing head to focus on any part of Light’s costume that wasn’t skin tight. His mumbles left little ripples in his coffee.
“Mmn.” Matt gave a nod, sliding another sugar cube across the table.
Was it a token of appreciation for saying something positive regarding Mello? Accepting the sugar, L analyzed Matt. He appeared relaxed, one of his eyebrows was slightly elevated, indicating a hint of amusement. There was a distinct lack of mischievousness, therefore, it didn’t feel like a complete trap. Or maybe the hangover was dulling L’s senses. With squinted eyes, L sniffed at the sugar cube. Completely devoid of trust, L licked each side of the sugar, ensuring it wasn't tampered with.
“So…” Matt continued pushing for conversation.
That indicated the sugar was likely to butter him up instead of a reward, the other shoe waiting to drop.
Raising his brows, L indicated for Matt to continue his lingering thought as he sipped at his sweetened drink.
“Did you guys fight?” Matt asked with too high of a pitch, an implication that he knew something.
They had fought. They always fought. They argued over the history and origins of Halloween. They argued about alcohol tolerances. Then they argued about bathrooms and royalty.
—--
“Of course, because Angel-Sama is too above the commoners to use the regular bathrooms. How dare he sully himself in such a manner.” L teased, his voice flat as he sat at the foot of his bed.
With a sashay and an eyeroll, Light slammed the door behind him. “I swear, if I even step foot into one of those bathrooms I’d fail a drug test.”
L shrugged, content with the status quo.
Curious, Light proved why he could not be left alone in L’s room. He started going through his pictures, tsking at the mess, and adjusting figurines.
“Find anything you like?” L croaked from his place in the shadows.
—----
“Yeah… Nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you…” L was going to need more coffee. His tactic of using drinking to avoid speaking was quickly running out. “He… He stole my ears.” L pointed to his head, as if it was surprising that they weren’t on his head the morning after.
L ducked his head lower behind his mug, a child hiding behind his mother's legs.
—--
Instead of answering the party, Light fell into his natural state: scolding. “L, it’s your own party, the least you could do is dress up.” He adjusted the frame, both their faces visible in the reflection, watching each other.
“I agree, Angel-kun.” L gave a small tilt of his chin “I was god’s favourite angel.”
For a split second, Light’s brows furrowed. He turned to L, the glitter across his cheek sparkling under the moonlight.
L tapped one of the horns hiding under strands of ebony. “I am the devil.”
“That is the stupidest -” Light stomped across the room.
He was truly a mirage. A vision of beauty contrasted by the piles of black clothes by his feet. Even with flared nostrils and eyes aflame…. Light was admittedly… beautiful.
In one clean swipe, Light snatched the headband off his mop of unruly hair.
‘“Gasp!” L feigned offence. “I worked all night on that!”
Letting out a huff, Light wound his arm up, aiming his shot.
“My apologies, Angel-kun.” L shifted, the sheets rustling under him. L knew Light long enough to know that there was only one way to end a tirade. It was never falling into debate, Light would never give up on an argument. No, Light was actually far more simple, when one was willing to stoop so low. “We can't all be as breathtaking as you.”
Light faltered. His eyes darted up to meet L’s. Clenching his jaw, Light reset his expression. “It's a weak argument to distract someone with lies.” Light’s head tilted on the last word. Alcohol made his ability to mask his expression weaken.
Alcohol also made L’s ability to hold back truths shatter. “It’s not a lie. Light-kun is… truly exquisite.”
Scoffing, Light shook his head. “Fine. Take your fucking costume back.”
Light rocketed the ears towards L’s chest, landing perfectly into his lap. Spinning on his heel, Light stomped towards the door, his feathered wings flickering behind him.
And L, well L had no idea what came over him. All he knew is that he couldn't let Light leave upset. Not while thinking he'd lie in such a demeaning manner. Tripping over his own feet, L slammed his hand against the door trapping them in.
“L. Move your hand.”
L pressed harder into the door. His chest squeezed Light’s wings into his shoulder, feathers fluttering to the ground as L snakes another hand around his waist.
“No. Light-kun is many things.”
It was extraordinary, being this close to Light. His cologne was an earthy sweet that L could inhale for the rest of his life. The beating of Light’s heart against him was intoxicating. Tilting closer to Light's ear, L whispered. “Light-kun is terrible, unbelievably intelligent, bitchy, empathetic, carries a god complex that Freud would come back from the grave to study, and beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
Goosebumps burst along Light’s skin.
“This is a cheap trick, L.”
“Please forgive me, Light-kun.” L pressed against Light’s abdomen, pushing them closer together. Taking an educated risk, L brushed his lips against Light's neck. He was rewarded with the sensation of Light’s pulse pounding beneath his kiss. “It seems the alcohol has dulled my ability to control my… mouth…”
Using the back of his heel, Light jabbed L’s shin.
Thrilled, L made it his mission to get Light to wear L’s devil horns. It truly seemed more fitting.
—--
“Mmm…” Matt murmured in a way that he said L was full of shit. “So… a little argument over ears and then something a bit… more?”
“I told you. Nothing will happen between Light and I.” L stuck his face into his mug, his sip echoing. “Stop pushing it.”
“So you had a little ‘spat’”, Matt indicated quotations with his fingers. “And then you said sorry by-”
“Matt! We just. We went to the party and … partied.”
“I seem to remember some dancing.”
L groaned, rubbing his temple. Of course everyone had seen them dance. Light made fun of him for never dancing. L said he'd make him regret it. And then he slid his leg between Light’s. Then it became a game of ‘Firetruck’ seeing who could push the others' limits more. They spat venom at each other, goading and hissing. Light slid his cold fingers up the hem of L’s shirt. And L, well… L finally got to grab that ass that had been peeking out of those tiny shorts all night… And promptly got kneed in the nuts.
“That dancing was… quite painful.”
“Painful to watch, yeah. I don't think groping qualifies as dancing.”
With a shrug, L could see the light at the end of the conversation. “After that I put some ice on and went to bed.”
Rolling his lips, L could see there wasn't a fragment of Matt that believed in him. Which was completely unfair, because he was being entirely truthful.
—-
Limping back to his room, L held down his nausea. Light was many things, and inaccurate was absolutely not one of them. It was enough for L to realize he was done for the night. Slamming his door shut, he fell onto his bed, his stomach turning.
Flicking the sparkling devil horns in his hand, L finally acknowledged that he had to stop - whatever it was - with Light. He couldn't stop himself from falling into Light’s gravitational pull. Like children, they couldn't stop pulling at each other's masks, playing for dominance. And Light was so smart, too smart. He constantly thrilled L. Maybe he just needed to go back to fucking hot guys who thought the word biochemistry was impressive.
Knock knock. The door swung open, the creak inaudible with the pounding music. Staying still, L eyed the door.
The coloured lines of the disco ball shot through Light’s wings as he hovered in the threshold, flipping an icepack in his hand.
Sighing, L rested his forearm over his eyes, the edges of the headband poking at his forehead. “You didn't have to.”
Blinded, L waited to let Light make the next move. Was he here to force L to apologize? Light … well he didn't seem like the type to say sorry.
“UMPFH!” The ice pack hit him in the stomach, catching him by surprise.
“If you would have stopped covering your eyes, you would have easily caught it.” The bed shifted, Light sitting on the bed beside him. “You know, it’s rude to pretend to sleep.”
“You know you could just say sorry.” L kept his arm up, he needed something to keep his distance. He didn't want to try to analyze Light’s face, and didn't want to bite at whichever game he was trying to play. He was just - tired.
“You grabbed my ass.” The loss of cold from his stomach was abrupt, but it was gently rested back on his sore junk. “In front of an entire party of people.”
L bit his lip, the bag minutely moving with the twitches of Light’s fingers.
“You know,” the bag adjusted again. “You can say you're sorry too.”
L could. He wouldn't, but he could. Most of his energy was being spent on trying *not* to think about where Light’s hand was.
“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?” The bed shifted again, Light getting up.
Finally, Light was leaving. He was getting out of his space. Giving L to take the breath he’d so desperately begged for. But… L also didn’t want him to leave.
He didn’t want to be in this room with anyone other than Yagami Light. No one else kept him on his toes or got under his skin. No one was brave enough to argue with L, or cared enough to.
“You’re an asshole.” L groaned internally, the playground retort evident. What was it about Yagami Light that turned him into the boy that pulled a girl’s pigtails?
“Yeah - and you're a pervert.” Light threw the ice pack to the ground.
L’s cheeks burned as he kept himself blinded. It was pretty hard to deny that statement given his current predicament.
—----
“Straight to bed? All by yourself?” Matt was snickering, not even trying to hide his amusement.
“Yep. Iced my dick. On the bed. Didn't leave the bed. Didn't go back to the party.” Short truths. The last defence he has left.
“Good Morning, Princess.” Matt grinned, his eyes tracking a figure above L's head.
Gulping, L turned to see Light magnificently ruffled. Light had slipped into L’s wrinkled black Ludo shirt and L’s favourite pair of grey sweatpants. L was slightly taller and longer and it was entertaining to see the evidence of it draping from Light’s body. L’s black shoes were loud against the floor, a couple sizes too big for Light’s feet. His usually perfectly quaffed hair pointed in every direction, his skin marred with red, yellow, purple, and blue. He held his middle finger out to Matt, keeping it up as he marched towards the coffee.
Matt’s eyes beamed into L as Light prepared his coffee. The rattle of the pot and the clatter of the mug loud.
“Um…” L tapped his coffee cup, unable to ignore the burning of his face. The odds of Matty believing that those marks were from someone else were approximately -3%.
“So. You went to bed alone, then?” Matt asked, as if Light wasn't leaning against the counter behind them.
“Well… I didn't… I didn't say I was alone…” His face soured, immediately caught in his own contradiction. Pinching his nose, his face scrunched. Finally giving up, L met Matt’s sparkling eyes. He was bounding in his seat, a smile from ear to ear. “How did you know?”
With a quick sniff, Light approached him from behind, wrapping his cold fingers around his throat. Shutting his eyes and dropping his head back onto the stomach behind him, L let out a sigh of defeat. He didn’t consider checking the mirror before he’d left the room. His entire body was littered with marks, which Matt had given him a chance to explain away through ‘fighting’. A hand print over his throat was really only one of two things.
—--
Light had stripped the Angel wings within the first five minutes. Under L’s insistence that he ‘stayed in the halloween spirit’ (and a sexual favour or two) Light finally agreed to wear the devil ears.
They were truly better suited to him.
L’s fantasy had come to life. Sparkling horns atop Light’s head as he sat atop him, squeezing his throat. L fought to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a second. His fingers dug into Light’s hips, slamming back up in sync with each of Light’s bounces.
—---
“You're an idiot.” Light pushed his fingers into the print left onto his throat.
L couldn't help but agree.
Light had a way of reducing L’s ability to think.
Bending forward, Light’s lips brushed L’s ear. “If you don't come back to bed, I'm fucking leaving.” It was amazing how quick a threat could aid to mask the throbbing ache of a hangover.
His hand left his throat, but the hold he had was imprinted indefinitely.
“Fuck.” L muttered, the chair falling as he got up.
“Are you gonna pick that up? L?”
“Good night, Matty.”
“It's eleven AM?”
Remnants of the party were strewn across the floor. Sticky spots, empties, and glitter went up the ceiling. But L couldn't care less. He picked up his pace, not wanting to lose sight of Light for even a moment.
late lawlight week :3 sketchy arts for July 15- first meeting & July 17 chained
Both based on the Death Note 2015 tv Live action version
list and ID separate from the feature!
First meeting ID: [a colored digital sketch. redraw of L and Light’s first meeting from the 2015 TV drama. Light has his head bowed down. He is seething with rage after L has taunted him in public. He has hinted knows he is Kira in his college class in front of his peers. L stands behind him staring and smiling.] END ID
Chained ID: [A colored digital sketch of L and Light handcuffed together with a comically short chain. L has one hand spread on the desk Light is resting his hand on. His handcuffed left hand is pointed in the air in because he’s made an epiphany. Light is disgruntled, and his handcuffed right hand is following L’s hand in the air because of the length of their handcuffs.] END ID
If I'll Die Either Way (Drama, Bipolar Disorder, Feelings, Dark, Psychology, Altered Mental States, By the disorder, Relative mental stability, Love/Hate, Enemies to Lovers; M-rated, 2K words)
Author is speaking from their own experience.
He lost, hasn’t he? Light has won. Light will be a god, practically is already, and the governments will bow before him, families of the dead will wail, those who still care will cry, become desperate at best.
Telling himself he is not done yet is the hardest thing he has ever had to make himself believe...
...They roll around the room, hitting and kissing each other, growling and laughing, and the sun is blinding, Light looks like a deity, a lover, and a salvation, tastes like caramel, grabs and moans and feels hot, embarassed, vulnerable, and life is perfect, amazing, all is flawless in its completeness and its design.
-
Bipolar is a pendulum, and Light is always L's trigger.
At Dusk (Angst with a Happy Ending, Drama, Romance, Kira Wins, Marriage Proposal, After years of fighting, Mildly Dubious Consent, Enthusiastic Consent; T-rated, 2.5K words)
“I want you to come home to me. And know what you had. And what you sacrificed. What you left and what you have lost.”
As if it would truly harm him. As if he would not curl up inside the fireplace of it for its invigorating, damaging warmth.
Because what were the years worth without it? He’d been isolated for far too many decades. He’s been lonely for uncountable days.
And here was Light. The desire, the life, devastation as a beautiful force of nature, and a magnetising promise of all or nothing, of fun or ruin.
And L has not been afraid.
-
Light said he is willing to let L have one last wish.
He did not specify that it would come at the price of Light giving L only one last choice, as well.
And We Were Here (Angst, Drama, Doomed Relationship, Romance, Supernatural, Fate, Dark, Mysticism, Established - Enemies and Lovers; M-rated, 2K words)
“I am Light,” he snaps when the walls close in on L as a trap. L is unyielding and slow and dark before him.
“You are awfully sure that is what you are,” L responds.
“I am the good,” Light smiles, taking a step toward L.
“No,” L still says. "You aren't."
His shadows are already starting to dissipate under the stifling red glow.
-
Light is the light - of justice, of power, of good for this world. L is his darkness.
Someone takes over the world. Someone saves it. Again and again, repeating the story.
thank you massively to @lawlightweek2025 for putting on such a brilliant and well curated event, i had so much fun with all the prompts for this week, and writing so much lawlight again has really reminded me how much i love these two... feeling inspired to write more of them soon!
here is the full list of my fanfictions for this week, linking both to the tumblr posts and ao3 works. you know how this works by now – titles marked with "♡" are my favourites.
day i: doomed pair -> ao3 | tumblr
– "Although Light and L have yet to meet, they both know how this will end from the very beginning."
day ii: amnesia -> ao3 | tumblr
– "If this was a performance, it was utterly unnerving. It was almost as though a stranger was wearing a skin suit of Light, and the very image disgusted L."
day iii: final goodbye -> ao3 | tumblr ♡
– "I am glad you were the one to kill me. Any other death would have been so inconsequential in comparison."
day iv: god -> ao3 | tumblr 18+ ♡
– "Light grinned. He would have to reward him for coming to recognise Kira’s infinite glory. Of course, in doing so, he must ensure that the promise of pleasure was not the only reason he was willing to recognise the Lord."
day v: chained -> ao3 | tumblr
– "This is ridiculous, Ryuuzaki. You placed the key on the tip of your tongue and proceeded to swallow it in front of me."
day vi: betrayal -> ao3 | tumblr 18+
– "Besides, with how strained things had become between them lately, L found that – illogically, even he admitted – his attention to Light's infidelity was developing into a greater concern to him rather than the possibility that he was a mass murderer who had been responsible for thousands of deaths over the past year."
day vii: new world -> ao3 | tumblr ♡
– "You saw through the fractured justification. You saw my evil and loved me regardless."
