#little l

[rinneroraito]

someone requested this on TikTok :3 This is my first time drawing Watari and little L 💗 Closeups under the cut, also check alt text for the dialogue if you find it hard to read~

Thank you again for looking!

[pyreneese]

Trick or Treat

@deathnotetober

day 31: trick or treat

Rating: G

Pairing: none

The children at Wammy's were no strangers to competition. It's what they lived for. Even when L was a kid, competition flowed as the life-force through the orphanage, influencing and encouraging nearly every decision the children made.

This extended to Halloween. L didn't even care that it was his birthday. Trick or treating was a game with candy as the prize. The more elaborate costume you had, the more candy and subsequent bragging rights you earned. Trick or treating was the perfect intersection between complicated costumes, sweets, and psychological warfare.

Watari parked the limo on a side street. A small eleven year old L looked out the window, eyes narrowing at the other kids already swarming the sidewalks.

"Mm. Based on the volume of children and average purchases of candy, the ideal time to arrive would've been 20 minutes ago."

Watari watched his ward in the rearview mirror, lips twitching. Was he concerned about L's military-level strategic mindset? Possibly. But the kid was voluntarily leaving his room to get fresh air. Watari wasn't about to push the subject.

"It's okay. There'll still be plenty of candy."

L soured at that.

"But I might not get the most candy."

Watari snorted, deciding not to dignify that with a response.

L scampered out of the car and down the sidewalk, eagerly looking around. He was dressed up as a zombie (had even stolen some of B's jam as fake blood, but B didn't need to know that). He had a true plan of attack, had circled and mapped out his trick or treat route to ensure the largest volume of candy possible.

The execution of his plan went flawlessly. As he arrived back at the manor, the other kids were also returning from their own trick or treating ventures with Roger. They all raced towards the long dining room table, proceeding to dump their spoils in front of them. The obsessive counting of candy began. A sacred ritual where all thirty children of the orphanage were deathly silent, too lost in the count. 8 year old A slammed his little hands against the table with a toothy grin.

"314!"

Violet held up large king-sized bars.

"276, but the king-sized ones count more, so more like 320!"

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"Yeah, it is!"

L squinted as he continued counting. He popped up with a victorious, borderline feral grin.

"521!"

The kids around the table gasped. A slow, collective groan rose up like a chorus. L won. He always won.

But the night was still young and the war wasn't over yet, for next came the true intense mind games that tested every genius in that orphanage...

The negotiations for candy trades.

[shrodingers-twat]

[artmolonara]

My old tiny L desk companion, used to watch over me while I worked, munching on his little sugar cube.

[musictomyremember]

Jamiroquai - Little L (Official 4K Video)

[milaham]

Kiss him?

[atlaravianlegends]

@deathnotetober 2020, Day 5 - Cake

Because who else would I draw for today? XD Just a little L sneaking a few bites... that turned into handfuls... but it’s okay! He’s cute!

Time Taken: 1:15 hours

[parkinglotfistfight]