Premonition [L Lawliet x Reader]

They called you a woman of few words. L disagreed.

“A woman of the right words,” he had said.

You had appreciated his correction, since you knew that this was one of the few ways he would show affection. In front of his associates, that is. The fact was that L was well acquainted with who you were, and he wouldn't let anyone give a false profile of your character.

You stayed away from his computer and television monitors, the case files and his associates. You stayed behind the scenes, and you were more than happy with that. It wasn’t until his associates had begun the nightly motions of “getting the fuck outta here” that you would leave your room.

They stopped discussing the case. They would always greet you. While they sincerely tried to get to know you, you just wanted them gone.

“What do you think of my associates?” L once inquired.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't felt honored that he had even bothered for your opinion. He voiced this question to you after all necessary associates were working the case. L wanted your assessment. Unbeknownst to you at the time, he trusted your instinct far more than he trusted the word of the task force. You had called it your ‘gut,’ once. Childish to call it that, but he accepted it. After all, his intellect may have been vast, but his social instincts were lacking. L could derive a person’s motives for their actions in minutes, but it was rigid and structured – too textbook, even. It lacked personal understanding, to an extent.

But here you were, a woman of average intelligence, besting him when it came to psychological analysis. You understood the emotions, the beliefs and the person behind the action – you essentially knew them better than they even knew themselves. No matter the intelligence, none could fool you. For once, L was at a loss of words to accurately describe the depth of this…strength. So, he trusted your word. He trusted you.

You had given him your answer.

“I think you need to watch your back.”

He never asked again.

“How are you this evening, Miss [Name]?”

Light had approached you, trying to be polite.
“Oh, I’m just tired,” you sighed. “I’m looking forward to a quiet night, whenever that may be.” You may not have liked L’s team of underlings – Light especially – but that didn’t affect you enough to force a smile and grit out lies.

And Light hated that.

“That’s understandable.”

Christ, he hated you! Yes, you pegged him for Kira right from the start, but you did it so readily – so astutely – that he wished he could write your name in his little black book.

Rid you. End you. Destroy you.

The first introduction gave him grave insight into what you really were. The look in your eyes, the words you chose…It hadn't been like you were confrontational. No, not at all. You had been polite, genuine and sincere.

A polite, genuine and sincere wolf was what you were. He still wonders how your sheep’s clothing feels.

But you had put him in his place. You knew what he was and you would never let him forget it.

It was a secret between enemies. It was leverage.

You were under his skin.

There was nothing he could do. Every outcome ended with you being right.

But he smiled, excusing himself from his short pleasantries with you. “I hope you have a good rest tonight, Miss [Name].”

You smiled right back. “I will.”

Always polite. Always genuine. Always sincere.

If looks could kill, you would be dead in this life and then the next. But you kept smiling. You were alive, and Light had no will-power to change it tonight. Still, people would continue to die in the days to come. You and L wouldn't be together much longer. You could handle dying at Light’s hand so long as L lived, you once thought. But, eventually, you knew that this wouldn't be so.

You wouldn't be chosen to die first. You would mourn him, and you would suffer.

“[Name].”

It was just you and L now.

You came to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Chest to spine, you breathed him in.

“Yes?”

L’s hand moved over yours. “Could you bring me some cake?”

You smiled, your lips touching just below his ear in a kiss. “Of course.”

Wait for it –

“[Name]?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

– and it will happen.

“Me too, L. What kind of cake would you like?”