I was inspired by the most lovely Lawlight fic I have ever read, i.e., 'Seeking His Hand' by @mgcmind to draw this scene from Chapter 4!! <33

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I was inspired by the most lovely Lawlight fic I have ever read, i.e., 'Seeking His Hand' by @mgcmind to draw this scene from Chapter 4!! <33
"Mr. Lawliet, unbelievably, and with all the shame of a harlot in a brothel, bends down on one knee at Lightâs feet. His lips break into a full grin and he takes Lightâs right hand in both of his. âWill you do me the honor of allowing me to pursue your time, your grace, and your affection?â
It is the same question that has been asked by lowborn men of lowborn women throughout history. It is unthinkable, almost sacrilegious, for a man of Mr. Lawlietâs status to speak the words, especially toward someone as lowborn as Light Yagami. Several people in their immediate vicinity have taken note, and are staring at the scene with shocked expressions. It is almost guaranteed that they donât know Mr. Lawliet personally, but his clothes and his polished accent give away the fact that he is upper-classed. And of course everyone here knows that Light certainly is not.
Mr. Lawliet continues, his grin growing impossibly larger. âOr perhaps Light would rather skip all the conversation and travel and simply take me at my moneyâs worth.â Â Â Â Â Â
That was definitely not part of the traditional script. Sayu giggles, Mother laughs quietly behind her hand, and even Father huffs in amusement.
Of course Light has no question of what his response must be. It, too, is one that has been passed down for generations. âI will do you that honor, sir.â Lâs grin morphs into something softer, warmer, at that. He seals their agreement with a kiss pressed to the back of Lightâs hand, and if it is customary to do that part, Light never knew."

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Because Iâm a bored piece of trash and I found @mgcmindâs âLawlight Weekâ post to be hilarious, I decided to read it like a trash gossip podcast/news show. Credit goes to mgcmind for the read material, of course!
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Lawlight Week Exchange
Title: Nexus Name of creator: @mgcmind Created for: @dotti55 Prompt: Light opens up to L the fact he thinks heâs 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 justâŚmanifested 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 isnât as though it is useful for the investigation. It isnât as though it is a clue. But perhaps it isnât strictly the case that interests L right now.)
***
âYagami-kun, do you believe in true love?â 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.
âDoes anyone?â he answers, which isnât really an answer at all.
âOf course,â says L. âMany people do, I expect.â
âAre you one of them?â 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 doesnât mean he really is caught off guard.)
âSo 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?â
L crunches into a scone. It is crispy on the outside. It is soft, warm, and luscious inwardly.
âThat would be counter-productive,â he says. âBesidesâŚwhat if I am merely trying to get to know you better? Is that so wrong? We are friends, arenât we?â
âStrange topic for friends,â Light remarks drily, looking away.
L shrugs. He goes back to his scone.
Silence reigns for about thirty seconds or so. Then:
âOh for Godâs sake, Ryuzaki,â Light blurts out. âWe both know youâre asking because youâre trying to convince me, yet again, to become intimate with Misa to get information about the second Kira. If I donât believe in true love, youâll say that there is no reason not to use my influence over Misaâs emotions to get information, since it could save many lives and wonât betray any hypothetical relationship with my True Love in the future. And if I do believe in true love, youâll say that any True Love of mine would understand the position Iâm in, and approve of whatever means I used to save innocent â or not so innocent â people. Because anyone compatible with me would have to have the mentality that the ends justify the means.â
L nods. No point in denying it, after all.
Light sets down his coffee cup with a none-too-gentle sound.
âIf youâre smart enough for all of that, you should be smart enough to know Iâm not refusing to seduce Misa because of the existence or nonexistence of any True Love,â Light tells him. âIâm refusing because itâs morally wrong. I have principles, Ryuzaki, and Iâm asking you, yet again, to respect them.â
L makes a conciliatory gesture toward Light, over the tabletop.
âVery well, Yagami-kun. My apologies,â 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, âIf you really want to know: no, I donât believe in true love. And I donât not believe in it either. I need evidence to make decisions, and I donât have enough, at this point, to make a determination either way.â
L turns to look at him. He is met with shiny brown hair and a striking profile.
Then Light adds, with forced nonchalance, âAnd yes, we are friends.â
He turns to meet Lâs gaze. His lips turn up - just the barest bit â into a small smile.
L finds himself wanting to smile back, inexplicably. He doesnât, because Rue Ryuzaki certainly would not. But he does allow himself a nod and sincere-sounding, âthank you, Yagami-kun.â
***
Misa doesnât 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 Lightâs with a length of metal chain, her mind immediately jumped to Lâs 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 Misaâs endless flirtations, and her endless insinuations about Lâs alleged homosexuality, Light remains conspicuously silent.
***
âIâm not lying to you, Ryuzaki!â 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.
âYou are. You have been for months. You are Kira. Thereâs no question. Simply admit it.â
âI wonât!â yells Light, going so far as to stomp his foot. The moon shines itself like a spotlight on him.
âYou hide yourself from everyone, all the time,â L says. âIt is exhausting, isnât it? Playing a part every second of every day? Wouldnât it be nice to be honest with one person, at least? Wouldnât it be nice to be honest with me?â
âI am honest with you! Youâre too blind to see whatâs right in front of you!â
âI have been called many things, Yagami-kun, but blind is not one of them,â says L mildly.
âThatâs because Iâm the only one youâve ever met whoâs 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?â Light says, viciously. âDespite all your poking and prodding and invasions of privacy and these fucking thingsâ - he brandishes the wrist with the handcuff on it - âdespite all that, Iâve never lied to you!â
âYagami-kun,â L scoffs. âYou havenât even been able to tell me the real reason you wonât investigate Misa.â
âI wonât manipulate her because I have principles! How many times to do I have tell you?!â
âPrinciplesâŚâ muses L. âWell, there may be some truth to that. But there is another reason. A deeper reason, something you wonât admit to me. I donât know if youâve even admitted it to yourself.â
And just like that, theyâre no longer talking about the case.
Lightâs 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.
âHow dare you. How dare you!â Light hisses. âTo think that IâŚthat I honestly thoughtâŚâ
He laughs, and it is a twisted, broken, furious sound.
âYou canât leave well enough alone, can you? Itâs 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 itâs relevant to a crime or not! You canât let anyone hold anything private, can you? You are so goddamned cold.â
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.
âCongratulations, L. Youâve solved another mystery. Even if I were completely and utterly morally bankrupt, I wouldnât be able to manipulate Misa the way you want me to. I couldnât 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.âÂ
L says nothing. He never thought that Light would say so much, and he truly doesnât know where to go from here.
âNothing to say, Mr. Detective? I bet itâs still not enough for you. Not clear enough, or open enough, or honest enough, huh? I havenât cut open my stomach and spilled my guts on the floor in front of you, so you arenât satisfied. Fine. I suppose Iâd hate for you to think me a coward, as well as a liar. So howâs this?â
Light turns around again, meeting Lâs eyes with none of his typical kind-heartedness. None of his typical humanity.
âIâm gay.â
Still, L cannot speak. He can only stare. The moonlight pours down around Lightâs shiny hair, creating the faintest of halos.
âStill nothing to say, huh? Why so quiet?â Light jeers. He can be truly vengeful when he wants to be. âMaybe instead of uncovering everyone elseâs secrets, you ought to pay some attention to your own, detective.â
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.Â
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Lawlight Week Exchange
Title: A Proper Presentation Name of creator: @minisuccessor Created for: @mgcmind Prompt:Â Light proposes to L. Characters: Light Yagami/L Lawliet Rated PG/No warnings
Word count: 2186Â
Light Yagami was a conceited man by default. From a young age, he had a certain eye for how he wanted to present himself to the world. On the first day of grade 3, his mother set out his uniform like she always did. It was pristine of course, but Light demanded she iron it twice before he found it wearable. For the festival held in his tenth year, the Criminology Club hosted a themed host club. Light had more of say in the costuming than those assigned to it, just so that his own would meet his specifications. For his University graduation, the tire he wore alone cost a normal workerâs two-week salary, and he bought it without a second hesitation. Every formal event came and Light would rise to the occasion, but this was never an end to his meticulous taste. On any average day, Light wouldnât go into public without every hair in place, and not a single expensive thread out of line. Some could find his high attention to his appearance strange, too self-focused, but he was unabashed. It only made sense to him this way. Looking oneâs best meant opportunities, and opportunities meant one could get everything they desired. Light would always swear his outfit on one particular day lead him to a promotion to superintendent of the Japanese police. Something about a properly dressed man called for attention and respect in almost every aspect of their culture, and Light was more than happy to partake.  It was a sign of weakness in humanity to be so dependent on looks, and Light knew that, but he had no issue taking advantage of any gift he acquired. He didnât have to rely on his looks to get him by, like some unfortunate soles. Natural-born intelligence paved the way to many of his highest honors, but Light couldnât say that his charm and standard good-looks didnât give him an extra push in the right direction. Though, it was never completely about the advantages for him. As much as he liked to keep society in his favor, it was just as much for his own pleasure as anything else. It gave him a personal feeling of pride to make himself look so put together everyday. It gave him strength and reassurance on par from what his mental ability gave, only making him invincible to the average day. But with all that in mind, with all of that invincibility and strength, tonight had been the first night that clothing had been his enemy. Inside of a luxury bedroom, shirts, pants, socks, and ties were piled in mountains on the bed. It began almost as soon as Light came home from room, and steadily grew to the monster it was after hours of indeciveness. In his defense, the night wasnât unlike his usual. He had something planned this evening, something substantial. Everything needed to be perfect, and that also meant him, but things werenât going as planned. Light paced in front of a mirror, two shirts in very similar shades of eggshell in each hand. He stopped dead center in front of it suddenly, half-haphazardly putting them both against his bare chest with an unimpressed scowl. It took not even ten seconds before they were both discarded, leaving Light to hastily walk back to his thinning closet, reluctant but prepared to try yet again. Normally this would be so easy; he would wake up in the morning with an instant idea to what the day required. It always came together like he wanted, but no matter what he tried it all felt wrong. Comprehending the situation was out of bounds at this point. Through even the most important nights of his life when tension ran high, Light kept his emotions in check and everything would fall into place. Tonight, though, was different. He wasnât receiving an award, or being the face of the Japanese Police on a major TV Network. Both were normal occurrences and both were very important, but nothing could compare to this night. Emerging from the closet with yet another set of shirts, Light walked his way to mirror with grim thoughts of his success. His footsteps were heavier, causing the loose items on his dresser to rattle. A picture frame in particular was not pleased by the intrusion, its leg caving in and the frame now laying flat to the ceiling. Light paused, looking back at the photo with some interest. Momentarily, he forgot about the clothing causing him so much distress, the articles setting idle in his hands as he moved closer to put it back in its rightful position. Inside the glass was a standard photo. Light himself was in it, but to his side was another man. He was tall and slender, with a long, blank face and an unruly head of pitch black hair. His name was L. He didnât look pleased to be in the photo, but one could tell it was an honor he stood still enough for it to be taken. Light couldnât help but smile. Even from inside the glass, they looked like opposites who didnât belong close enough to be in a picture. When he first met him, Light felt the same way. They originally worked together out of a forced assignment. Someone who cared so much about their presentation couldnât bare to see such a disorganized mess. L would come into work wearing the same pair of ratty blue jeans with a white shirt like nothing was wrong. He was excellent at his job, admirable and smarter than anyone Light had ever met, but he was everything Light rejected. Because of this, things did not begin well in the slightest, but fate had a way of making things turn on their heads. Quite some time went by before it happened, but despite their differences they grew found of each other. Before they could understand a relationship sprouted unlike anything that Light expected. Years went by, and thing only grew stronger between them. They became something more established, even so far as moving L to Lightâs apartment, and things were comfortable. It became so natural, so wanted and pleasant. Never in a million years did Light think L would be the one who had his thoughts on the way home from work, but he always was. He couldnât go back from L, he did want to, so Light knew it was time. He had the night planned to every specific detail. L worked predominately from their home in his study, and Light was ready to take advantage of this. He was going to prepare a home-cooked meal to draw him out, and recall their time together as fluidly as possible. Then after a presumably long conversation, Light would take Lâs hand and propose they make their union official. It was not extravagant by any means, but it fit perfect with his lover, which meant it was enough for him. But now things were thrown off, and Light had no idea how to handle it. He needed to be what L deserved to see more than ever, but nothing was worth it. Light glanced down at the clothes in his hand, suddenly feeling an onslaught of anxiety creep up on him. âDammit!â He mumbled, tossing it carelessly on the bed. He sat on the edge of it, hands curled in his hair as his elbows perched against his knees in a slump. âDammit..â âWhy are you sitting on a pile of clothes?â Lightâs head snapped up, pupils shrinking as he glanced directly toward a slouching male in the doorframe. He felt his stomach suddenly drop onto his feet. âL..â Tired black eyes looked around with extreme interest as L stalked his way into the bedroom, but he inevitably landed on Light. âAnd more importantly, why are you half naked?â L came closer as Light examined himself only wearing trousers, a corner of his lip curving upward. "Is something wrong with your clothes suddenly? Or have you snapped under some pressure.â Sighing out, Light felt defeated. Not only had this entire afternoon went wrong, L decided to emerge far too early than anticipated. He couldnât save this, this couldnât be the first impression that he makes before asking L to be together for the rest of their lives. âI havenât snapped. Donât worry about me and go back to work.â He simply responded, his attitude suddenly taking a more somber note. He stood up, starting to quickly fold whatever he could grab to begin the process of repairing the room. He would try again on another day, one where he actually had a chance. Light was determined to act as if nothing was wrong, just to save some of his dignity, but the other had different plans. While in mid-fold, L caught his shoulder, taking his attention from any fabric. âI came out because Iâve constantly heard groans since you returned from work. The last set was enough to merit a break.â Light internally perished; he thought he was quiet enough with his complaints, but clearly not. L wasnât letting him or the conversation go, despite how his lax stature suggested. âTell meâ Why did I find you in here like this? It isnât like you at all.â They stared at each other for a moment, trying to test to see which would eventually cave from the intensity. Eventually it would be Light who turned his head away. As much as he wanted to, he couldnât lie to L. He knew him better than to fall for something his frazzled mind could cook up. Carefully pulling away from his hold, Light stood back, shame riddling his expression. âI had plans for you and I. They were important, something- very pertinent to our current relationship.â Light spoke as vague as he could, but somehow he still saw the gear of Lâs brain working towards the correct answer, his face growing softer. He felt worse, but even at his lowest Light appreciated the beautiful mind L had to his very core. His fingers were itching to distract themselves, but Light stayed strong, taking in a deep breath. ââ I couldnât do it. I have spent all afternoon trying to make myself prepared, but nothing will do.â His voice wavered just slightly, âNothing I do can measure to what I want from this if I canât first.â Suddenly furious with himself, Light hit his hand into a stack, a few pieces tumbling to the floor as he walked away, not able to face L directly. L was stunned; seeing Light this caught up was practically unheard of. Normally he was so confident in everything he did, to see him suddenly in shambles was an eye opener. Just the aspect of what he was planning had the male nearly lost for words, but it still didnât surprise him that Lightâs clothing of all things would be the thing to deceive him. He knew how important it was to be perfect to Light, and it was touching to see just how important this was to him. âLightâ â ââÂ
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 what I wear means nothing to you,â Light interrupted, back still turned. âbut that doesnât mean you donât warrant the best. If I canât give that then whatâs the point?â âLight.â L tried again once Lightâs voice grew more animated. It was enough to get his head to turn, eyes filled with trouble meeting reluctantly with his own. He brought up his arm, calling attention to the mess around them. âThis is what I deserve.â The statement took him aback, so much that Light turned to meet him head on. â..What?â L met him in the middle, words ready at the instant. âAppearances have never meant anything to me, it is true. But what youâve done, the clear compassion you have to have the desire to be perfect for me, that is all the difference in the world.â His hand came up, gently touching against his chest to have some sort of connection, for him to know his words were sincere. âDonât be so foolish to think you arenât what I deserve in any form.â Slowly taking in his words, Light wasnât sure what to make of himself. The cloud seemed to dissipate from his eyes, and he saw how ridiculous of a situation he had made, all for the sake of an outfit L would barely bat an eyelash to. He would forget how unlike the world he was, and suddenly be reminded in the best of ways. He relaxed, giving him a simple nod in understanding. Around them was a mess of proportions Light would normally feel nauseous from, but it didnât matter; none of what he planned did. All that he cared about was looking only to him, and thatâs all he needed. âBut if youâre going to do this now, you may want to at least be fully clothed."Â

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