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

Reunited part 1

A/n: Au where L's parents weren't assholes who abandoned him? I think the fuck so. Also you guys really like dad L so here take this.

Prompt: years after a mishap that separated L from his parents he finds his mother again.

They were a vague memory, he didn't remember much of his childhood before Wammys. While his memories of sneaking around the halls of the orphanage to get cookies at night was something that stuck, the memories of his parents not so much.

The only thing that really stuck were scars he's had since before he even remembered. He vaguely knew what they looked like, he was so young when he went into foster care that it's all a bit of a blur. But he clearly remembered a feeling, the warmth of his mother's hug around his tiny body. That memory was bittersweet. The hug was nice, but the yelling in the background wasn't. He was aware his home life wasn't the best, and he clearly showed signs of trauma. His mind had blocked out so many memories and he flinched at any sudden moves, loud noises scared him and he found comfort in small confined spaces.

All he knew was his mum was good, his dad was bad. And one day he just... ended up at wammys. He didn't remember the events leading up to that at all, in his mind it's just being with his mum one second then at wammys the next. What happened in between or why it happened was a mystery to him.

One thing was for sure though, growing up without parents made him treasure the chance to be a parent himself. Hoping they'd never had to go through what he did. So when you handed him that positive test 3 years ago his whole worldview flipped on it's head.

And now, a bright, healthy girl was his own. Half him, half you.

"Hey L"

Turning away from the case file he was reading, he saw you walking up to him with the days mail.

"This is forwarded from wammys for you" you said, handing him he letter.

Confused, he opened the envelope and pulled the paper inside out. But before he could read it, out fell a photo. When he picked it up, his eyes were met with a worn out old photo of a young woman and a baby boy. Blue ink written at the bottom.

L Lawliets first birthday. 31/10.

He starred at it for a second, not believing his eyes. The baby was him? He barely recognised himself. Dressed in a tiny blue onesie with little boots on his feet, a small knitted beanie covered thick black hair. He held onto a teddy, one he still had. It looked a lot more fresh and new in the picture than it did now.

He was leaning against a woman's shoulder. One that looked oddly familiar. You looked over his shoulder, giggling at how small and tiny he was. But L's mind was racing. That meant the woman was his mother.

He quickly picked up the letter, unfolding it and reading it over.

My dear boy,

I'm so sorry that I had to give you up. But it was the only way I could ensure your safety. I would Mitch rather I take the pain your father caused us then you having to endure it. You were so small, so fragile. You'd be 23 now wouldn't you? It's hard to imagine my little boy all grown up when I last saw you at 4 years old. I swore to myself that when this whole mess was over I'd find you again, I didn't know it would take this long though... I'm truly sorry sweetheart. Once I found what orphanage you were sent too I immediately went to them, only to find all your records were well and truly hidden from the public eye. They said it was to ensure the safety of kids from abusive homes and I appreciate the lengths they went to to keep you safe so much. I hope you had a good time at wammys.

I heard it's for the smartest kids out there, but also for the most traumatised. I'm both proud you grew up to be so smart and feel so guilty you have to live with all this trauma. I don't know if you remember, but your father was horrible to us, I tried as hard as I could to keep him away from you. But being stuck in an abusive marriage and household made it so hard. So I had no choice but to have CPS take you from home me so you'd be safe. Finally I managed to get him behind bars. And maybe we can start fresh?