L Lawliet x Reader Oneshots 3 // Series 2 • Death Note [COMPLETED]

Family above all

A/n: ok yeah yeah it's hella OOC but hey, L's a dad here. Being a dad tends to change people a bit because you know, you created life and are raising it. It has an effect on your world.

Hc: L is very sensitive about child abuse having been abused himself. So when his sons best friend shows up at midnight with a bag and bruises he immediately takes him in.

The only light in the house was from the slightly open curtains in your bedroom that illuminated a patch of the bed where you and your husband slept. His arms draped over you and his head snuggled into your chest. He was sound asleep for once in his life. Being the world's greatest detective means lots of late nights and not much sleep, no matter how hard you tried to get him to come to bed.

But it seems the tables have turned, while he was sleeping perfectly you were sill half awake, unable to slip into sleep fully. Maybe it was the light from the curtains, but rule number one of marriage is if your insomniac husband is asleep on you you better not move and wake him up.

You'd been trying hard to focus on falling asleep for a while when the silence of the night was broken by a loud banging downstairs. A knock on the door, one that seemed frantic. L being the light sleeper he is, immediately woke up from the sound.

"Hm..? What's the noise?" He complained.

So much for a full nights sleep.

"Someone's at the door" you replied.

"How late is it?"

You turned to look at the clock, which read just past the stroke of midnight.

"Midnight" you replied, getting up and stuffing your feet in your slippers.

L sleepily rolled out of bed and grabbed his fluffy robe to shield off the cold night air.

"Who's knocking this late?" He yawned.

"No idea"

You both began to head downstairs when you heard the knocking again. Waking up your 15 year old son who opened his bedroom door and turned in the lights.

"What's going on?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

When he was tired was when he resembled his father the most. The two of them are an absolute mess when they're tired.

"Someone's at the door" you said.

"This late?" He questioned.

You made it to the door and turned on the porch lights, unlocking the door and pulling it open. There in the cold night at your doorstep stood none other than your sons best friend, who went by the nickname Ro. They'd been buddies for years, he came over every Wednesday to do homework and play video games. So he was a regular visitor. But something was wrong.

Not only was it late, in the darkness you could make out a black eye, busted lip and bloody nose. On his back was a backpack, his eyes were ready and tired.

"Holy shit- dude what happened?!" Your son exclaimed, immediately recognising his distressed friend.

The two joined in a tight embrace, Ro crying into your sons shoulder. You and L exchanged a worried look.

"T-they told me to leave, so I ran but- but..." he stammered, through a waterfall of tears.

"Hey, come inside. Come sit down" you said, ushering the boys inside and closing the door behind them.

You all went into the lounge room where you sat the boys down on the sofa and handed Ro some tissues, and had L go get ice for his eye. You let Ro cry to your son for a while, just to let it out of his system before you asked what happened.