detective-sweets asked: FF+, buttercup.
Send me “ff+” and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.
//I’m going to assume you meant the titular Princess Bride… XD
Light frowned at the link on his phone, torn between wariness and curiosity. Anything Lawliet would email him with the subject “You need to see this!” but no description was bound to be a rickroll, or a screamer, or some other kind of awful trap. But if I don’t click on it and find out, I won’t know how to properly pay him back. A real conundrum, that.
Sighing, he clicked the link.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the detective’s room and threw the phone at Lawliet’s head.
[*chuckles* What, you’re not a fan of Light x Buttercup? ]
yagami-raito-kun asked: [Text] I had a dream about you last night.
[ Text ] Probably about pushing me off a cliff, no doubt."Why, Juliet," Light said, his eyebrows rising. "Are you telling me you’re a Bottom? I would never have guessed." He picked his fork up again, his body shaking with the effort of trying to hold back his laughter.
Lawliet’s mouth fell open in abject shock for a moment and Light’s snide little remark and then he laughed. “Well, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” His laughter melted into a contented smile as he resigned himself to another bite of cake.
"I claim to be neither dominant or submissive. I play whichever role that is most advantageous to me in the moment." He turned slowly and fixed his glassy gaze on Light’s profile. "For example, should I just sit here and wait for you to kiss me, and risk not receiving a kiss, or should I simply take what I want, and be prepared to risk your ensuring wrath?"
His gaze slid back to rest on the last few remaining bites of cake as two fingers rose to pinch his bottom lip.
"There are so many risks to weigh," he mused vacantly.
Light rolled his eyes. “Subtle. Very subtle.” He set the fork back down with a sigh, then grabbed the front of L’s white shirt and pulled the detective toward him. He grinned. “Just don’t get sappy on me this time, okay?”
Before Lawliet could answer, Light kissed him.
His plate and fork clattered to the floor as he turned into Light’s embrace; his long-fingered hands rose to trap Light’s face against his while the tips of his fingers slipped into Light’s hairline.
Kissing Light Yagami was … well, he’d never experienced anything so awkward and (rather) nice.
He pulled away suddenly, propriety restored, but his hands remained pressed against Light’s cheeks. A dark cloud of emotion passed behind Lawliet’s eyes for a moment before he dismissed it, and then he began to playfully smoosh Light’s almost-too-perfect cheeks together.
Affection or annoyance, he never quite knew where he registered on Light Yagami’s spectrum of “Tolerability,” he be was assured that he ranked at least a notch above Misa Amane, and that was comforting. But then again, Light held a similar designation on the detective’s own spectrum.
Affection and annoyance.
Don’t over think it. Soon, it won’t matter.
He didn’t know what to say anymore, so he just offered Light a weird and lopsided smile.