A Running List Of Places You Might Find Batstarion Has Dozed Off In:

A running list of places you might find batstarion has dozed off in:

The cooking pot at camp. Gale almost cooked him once by accident bc the lid was on it, and he didn't know Astarion was in there. (Or did he?)

Has been known to crawl into a chest for nap time when the rest of you are taking too long exploring a place.

In the pouch you keep all of your coins in. (It makes him feel wealthy.)

Your backpack, of course. Nestled very sweetly between all of your sharp and pointies and poisonous herbs.

Your pillowcase. You'll go to lay down and feel a lump of fur start to wiggle about, and think it's a rat or something at first.

Draped over someone's head like a little fluffy hat.

Your shirt. This one is obvious, but I had to mention it. Just be careful not to forget about him and squash the poor guy.

The pile of laundry you have in your tent just bc it smells like you.

Fully immersed in Scratch's fur or the owlbear's feathers. It won't be on purpose, usually, he'll just be chilling, and one of them will come over and flop down on top of him for a nap.

A jar of blood that he was sipping on. Lost in the sauce.

a little distraction

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ as you're watching your boyfriend work, your presence ends up distracting him.

» word count - ⟡⋆˙ 3.1k

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ lawliet x f!reader, fluff, established relationship, kissing, slight nsfw? (nothing too explicit), suggestive themes, making out, L being touchy 😳

» notes - ⟡⋆˙ woweee! hello everyone! welcome to the very first L fic on this acc 😮‍💨 i actually wrote a while ago but it has been dusting in my drafts but here it is! i watched death note back when i was a teenager and IMMEDIATELY fell in love with this man, and now he's back in my heart so i couldn't resist writing this 🤭 anyways hope y'all enjoy, happy reading!! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

» m.list - ⟡⋆˙

Focused on his computer screen, L’s fingers tapped away in a steady rhythm. After some time, he caught sight of you sitting beside him from the corner of his eye. His typing slowed, and he turned to glance at you.

“Is there something you need, or are you here just to watch me work?” he asked in a quiet, monotone voice.

“Just watching,” you replied with an innocent smile. “You look cute when you’re focused.”

A small, low hum leaves L’s lips as you say that, his dark eyes returning to his laptop screen as he goes back to typing. However, a faint, almost invisible heat soon creeps onto his cheeks. A rare yet warm smile tugs on his lips from your compliment, which he almost always tried to hide with his usual, blank expression.

“…Do I now?” He mutters, quietly and monotonously as he continues to type.

“Are you blushing?” you teased, leaning forward with a playful smile, tilting your head to get a closer look at him. “Oh my god, you’re actually blushing.”

Another low, quiet hum leaves L’s throat as you lean forward to try and see his face, which only makes the heat on his cheeks worsen. 

He feels suddenly embarrassed that you’d call him out, though it’s not the first time you’ve managed to do so and embarrass him. He’d never show his embarrassment, of course, so he merely continues with his work as if nothing happened.

“What a ridiculous implication…” He denies quietly, but his voice is wavering slightly.

“No need to be shy, L,” you joked, nudging his shoulder lightly with yours before settling back into your chair. “It’s only the two of us here.”

“Yes, yes... I’m aware,” he muttered quietly, relaxing a bit when you leaned back in your chair instead of hovering over him.

You hummed in response, your gaze shifting to the screen.

“Found anything yet?”

L glanced at you once more as you spoke, sighing at your question.

“Nothing of importance yet… It’s starting to feel like we’re chasing after a ghost at this rate…” He mutters with a tired huff.

A hint of a frustrated frown etched on his features. He hated this feeling of chasing a mystery, it annoyed him that he couldn’t find any important details for his work no matter what he did.

“Do you… Do you still think it’s... Light?”

A low hum escaped L’s throat once more, pondering your words before responding.

“Yes... I’m still quite convinced that it is him... But I can’t say for certain yet,” he murmured, a hint of uncertainty coloring his weary voice. 

In his mind, however, there was no doubt that Light was Kira. Yet, convincing others without solid proof remained a challenge.

“Hmm.” Your gaze shifts back to your boyfriend, “I don’t know how you do it. I’d feel like my head would explode.”

L let out another small huff at your remark, feeling a slight amusement creeping in.

“I’m flattered that you hold me in such high regard,” he muttered sarcastically in his dull, tired voice, followed by a small yawn.

Despite his fatigue, he persisted in his diligent work, only pausing occasionally to stretch his back.

“It’s true!” You smiled softly. “I really do admire you, you know?”

Hearing you say that causes L’s hands to freeze on the keyboard for a moment, his dark eyes widened just ever-so slightly. He’s still not used to receiving such sincere compliments or any at all, it’s a rare occurrence to get a genuine compliment without any teasing attached.

After a while, he finally relaxes slightly as a soft, faint smile curls onto his lips, only lasting for a few seconds before returning to his work. 

“I appreciate that… Thank you.” He mutters quietly.

You and L continued to sit in silence, broken only by the soft sound of his typing and the occasional click of his mouse. His fingers moved rhythmically across the keyboard, his eyes fixed attentively on the screen. Despite his focused demeanor, his stoic expression couldn’t hide the fatigue evident in the shadows under his eyes.

You silently admired the way he worked, observing his disheveled hair and slightly droopy eyes from exhaustion.

Though, as perceptive as ever, L sensed your gaze, but he attempted to disregard it, a faint warmth tinged his cheeks. Eventually, your persistent staring caused his hands to halt their typing altogether.

A quiet huff escaped his lips as he glanced briefly at you, a slight frown on his face.

“What are you staring at now?”

You didn’t reply immediately, your eyes fixed on him with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. His fingers continued their rhythmic dance across the keys, and despite the interruption, he remained focused on his task.

“Not staring,” you corrected him, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. “Admiring.”

L's expression softened imperceptibly at your words, though he tried to maintain his usual stoic demeanor, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. His dark eyes glanced downward briefly before returning to the screen, where he resumed typing.

“Well, I appreciate the interest,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with exhaustion. “But please, try not to distract me too much. I need to focus.” he continued, hoping his response would put an end to your staring, even though a part of him secretly enjoyed the attention.

“I know,” you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips as you allowed him to immerse himself back into his work.

Though, it didn't take long before he asked. “Must you stare so intently?”

“Yes,” you answered bluntly.

He let out a quiet huff, meeting your gaze with a stern look.

“Well... If I’m that fascinating... Why don’t you come a bit closer?” His tone shifted subtly, a low chuckle accompanying his words. A rare mischievous smile crossed his lips as he watched your reaction with growing interest.

You beamed at his invitation, leaning closer, your eyes locked with his.

His small smirk widened as you moved nearer, sitting up slightly, a fluttering feeling stirring in his chest. Your faces were closer than usual, yet he made no move to pull away. In fact, his dark eyes briefly flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered innocently.

A very faint huff of laughter leaves L’s lips at your question. “I thought that was quite obvious….” He says quietly and monotonously, his voice laced with a rare hint of teasing. 

His dark eyes bore into your face for a moment before he leaned in swiftly, pressing his chapped lips against yours with unexpected tenderness. You sighed softly against his lips, savoring the feeling of his touch. L pressed closer, bridging the gap between you further as he continued kissing you, he’s initially hesitant but gradually relaxing into the gentle press against your lips. 

Suddenly, the office doors slid open, startling you both. You quickly pulled away, eyes turning towards the doorway to see Matsuda standing there, eyes wide with surprise.

“I-I’m sorry—” he stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

A quiet huff escaped L’s lips, tinged heavily with annoyance at the interruption that had disrupted his rare moment of affection and intimacy. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he refocused on Matsuda’s figure in the doorway, swiftly regaining his composure. His blank, cold demeanor returned almost instantly.

“This better be important.” He says with a quiet edge to his voice.

“O-Officer Yagami wanted me to give you these,” Matsuda explained hastily, making his way towards both of you and handing L a stack of papers.

He bowed slightly, clearing his throat awkwardly before straightening up. “I-I’ll get going now.” Matsuda shifted his eyes to you, offering you a bow as well. “Goodnight, Miss [last name].”

With that, he turned around and hurried out of the room.

L took the bunch of papers handed to him, glancing at its contents without a word. It only takes him a single glance at the papers for his eyes to light up in thought, immediately distracted by what he’s seen.

A quiet hum leaves his lip as he examines the documents in his hands before placing them on his desk. He’s suddenly distracted from his affection towards you, and now completely focused on the papers.

“These could have some promising leads…”

“What is it?” you asked curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of the papers. 

L quickly lifted them, tilting them slightly so you could see. He continued scanning through the documents swiftly, his finger pointing out specific details on the pages.

“Information about Kira, his kill patterns, and the victims,” he explained, his tone quiet yet tinged with excitement. The fatigue and sleepiness that had been evident earlier seemed to fade away as he focused on the pages.

You nodded in understanding. “Ah…”

L's eyes moved rapidly across the text, absorbing each word. His hand absentmindedly ran through his black hair, his attention completely absorbed by the information. He was now fully engrossed in what he had discovered, having momentarily forgotten the affectionate moment you had shared just moments ago.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” you announced quietly, rising from your chair and stretching with a soft groan. “I’m tired.”

Upon hearing your words, L finally tore his gaze away from the papers and turned to look at you. He tilted his head slightly as he observed you standing up and stretching.

“So early?” 

“Why? Want me around?” you retorted with a smirk playing on your lips.

L didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of surprise at your teasing.

After a pause, he finally spoke with a small huff. “No. You’re distracting me,” he muttered, returning his attention to the papers

“You weren’t exactly complaining when we were kissing,” you pointed out, your smirk widening, giving his cheek a small poke. “But as you wish. I’ll get going.” 

A quiet ‘tch’ was the only response L offered to your teasing poke, though strangely, he didn't seem to mind it.

“Good... Don’t cause me another distraction,” he muttered quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen once more.

“Goodnight,” you said softly, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

L paused for a moment as you approached, closing his tired eyes as your lips met his cheek. A faint blush tinged his cheeks, warmed by your simple gesture, though he tried to maintain his stoic expression.

“...Goodnight,” he murmured quietly.

As you turned to leave to retreat to his bedroom, L’s hand gently gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He stood up slowly, leaning his head against your shoulder, enveloping you in a tender hug.

It was an unexpectedly affectionate gesture from him. His breath brushed gently against your neck as his eyes fluttered shut, holding onto you in a rare moment of vulnerability.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, concerned by his uncharacteristic display of emotion.

He doesn’t give any explanation or words in response. He simply clung to you silently, relishing the attention and affection.

“L..?”

Suddenly, he mumbled some quiet words, his voice soft and slightly embarrassed. “...Just stay with me a little longer... Don’t leave yet,” he murmured quietly, leaning back slowly.

“Oh…” a small smile tugged at your lips. “Of course.”

He watched you intently in silence for a moment before slowly sitting down and gently tugged you onto his lap.

“Come here for a moment…”

A surprised gasp escaped your lips at his sudden display of affection and clinginess. 

“You’re so touchy today,” you teased, a surprised smile playing on your lips.

L doesn’t respond with words, only huffing quietly as his arms continue to cling onto you. Though, you feel him bury his head into your neck, his lips slightly grazing your skin as a slight blush appears again on his pale cheeks.

“I just feel… Somewhat affectionate today, is that a problem?” He mumbles against your skin somewhat monotonously, his hot breath brushing over your neck. Despite his dull, tired voice, you can hear the hint of embarrassment and shyness in his words

You chuckled softly at his remark. “Not a problem at all, just surprised,” you replied, your fingers gently brushing through his hair.

A very faint sigh leaves L’s lips when your hands thread through his dark, slightly messy hair, closing his eyes as he enjoys the soft sensation. His arms tighten around you just slightly, burying his head even more into your neck.

“Mm…” Is his only response, feeling incredibly comforted with your presence.

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Weren’t you the one who said not to distract you?”

He doesn’t respond with words, but you feel him shift slightly, pulling himself away from your neck as he looks at you with a softness in his eyes that was rare and endearing.

“You’ve got work to do, remember?” you teased lightly.

L simply shook his head slightly, his voice gentle when he finally spoke. 

“It can wait.”  He muttered, gently pulling you closer. One of his hands slid under your shirt, resting against your skin, seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch.

You quirked a brow at him. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you with an almost innocent glance, his hand slightly sliding down your side until he can gently grab your waist as he leans in close to you.

“...Touching you.” L mumbles plainly, as if it was an obvious answer.

You couldn’t help but smile at his straightforwardness, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin.

“Just touching?” You teased, a small smile forming on your lips.

A small huff escaped L’s lips at your teasing, slightly embarrassed by his own affection and the swiftness of his actions. He looked up at you, his eyes peeking through messy black strands partially covering his face.

“Yes... Just touching…” he replied, his hand under your shirt slowly moving higher.

You hummed in response, your breath hitching as his fingers ghosted dangerously close to your chest. 

A small, breathless laugh left L’s tired lips at your reaction, a subtle yet amused smile appearing as he looked at you quietly. His thumb brushed against your chest, caressing your skin softly while his other hand gently gripped your waist.

“...You like that?” he muttered quietly, his tone soft yet slightly amused.

When you nod subtly, he hums quietly in response, his eyes softening as he watches you with a surprisingly affectionate glance, as if enjoying your reaction to his touches. He lifts his other hand to your back, pulling you even closer to him. L notices the way your body reacts, slightly amused yet encouraged by how you swallow heavily when his breath brushes over your neck. He lifts his head from your shoulder slightly, bringing his lips closer to your neck, gently brushing them over your skin.

You let out a small sigh as he slowly and gently trails kisses along your neck.

“L…” you murmured under your breath, the sound encouraging him to continue. Gently pressing his lips against your neck, the way you say his name so breathlessly, yet so gently, makes him melt inside.

“Mm...?” L hums against your skin.

“W-What if someone comes back?” You stammer, a hint of concern lacing your voice.

“They won’t,” he murmured, his confidence and the way he kisses your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “Don’t worry.”

A small gasp escapes your throat, both at his remark and the sensation. “But—”

“But what?” L interrupted smoothly as he softly moved the collar of your shirt to the side, gently placing kisses along your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. 

“We can’t do this here—”

L pauses for a moment, going silent as you say that. Despite pausing for a brief moment, a small scoff escapes his lips as he looks up at you with a slight amused glance.

“…And why not?”

To the average man, it would be common to worry about how intimate and passionate moments can’t happen in public, which you were implying, but L… L honestly could care less…

“I…” Unsure of what to say, you remain silent.

“That’s what I thought…” L mumbles with a soft amused bite to his voice, bringing his lips back to your neck once more.

You inhale sharply at the contact of his lips on your neck once more, giving you no time to recover. Though succumbing to the feeling of pleasure would be nice, you can’t help but pick up the sounds of footsteps nearing. Panicking, you push him away, jumping off him.

The door slides open as Watari enters silently, pushing a small cart of sweets towards you both. L’s expression briefly shows disappointment as you push him away just as he was beginning to enjoy your attention.

“Ah, Watari... Welcome,” L mutters quietly, his voice carrying a slight monotone edge, turning his head to acknowledge him.

“Miss [last name], I wasn’t expecting you to stay the night. Is there anything you need? I can fetch it for you,” Watari asks softly as he stops the cart beside your boyfriend.

You wave your hands frantically while shaking your head. “U-Uh, no! Thank you, Watari. I was actually about to go to sleep.” 

“Very well, just let me know if you need anything,” with a slight bow, Watari quietly exits the room.

L watches him depart. Then, he shifts his gaze back to you with a soft yet tired glance. Taking a small bite of his snack, he places his other free hand on the small of your back, gently urging you to come closer.

“Now that we’re alone... Why don’t you come back here?” he murmurs quietly, his voice low and intimate.

“No way, we’ve been interrupted twice already. Next time, we might not be so lucky, and someone could get traumatized.”

“Traumatized?” he echoed quietly, a hint of disappointment in his voice, accompanied by a soft huff leaving his lips. L gives the smallest eye-roll before returning to his snack, taking another small bite. “All we’re doing is kissing.”

“We weren’t just kissing.”

L goes silent for a moment, his eyes returning to you slowly.

“...We weren’t?” L mutters with a slightly sarcastic yet monotone voice, tilting his head to the side as if asking you to elaborate on what you said.

“You were literally groping me just now!” You retorted.

L gives a small scoff in response. “So? I didn’t hear you complaining,” he shrugged casually. “Besides, it’s only the two of us here, remember? Don’t act all shy now.” He echoed your earlier words to him.

Turning around, you wave a dismissive hand over your shoulder. “Whatever, I’m going to bed.”

L rolls his eyes slightly, reaching forward to pull the cart of sweets closer to him, grabbing something else to munch on. He watches your retreating figure and mutters to himself.

“...Tch. You tease.”

・❥・I’m here with you (it hasn’t been so easy being lonely)

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: angst, allusion to sex, reader is referred to having a "plush" body like once

: ̗̀➛ wc: 800+

: ̗̀➛ author's note: holy crap it's been 3 months since I've posted anything... sorry about that. anyyways enjoy this little one shot about L.

reader is a civilian and doesn't know L's name

In the bright light of early dawn, you run your hands over an empty spot on the bed warmed only by the forgiving sun. He’s left already. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave without saying goodbye. He told you earlier on that he hated goodbyes, so you both agreed to this arrangement. You weren’t so keen on the idea when he first brought it up, but you hated the idea of him not being with you at all more. He would return in a few weeks time and you would quickly wipe away your tears and he would ignore the streaks left on your cheeks as he greeted you. But the first day was always the hardest. Just when you were getting used to him being around, making enough breakfast for two and waiting to wash his white shirts, he would leave. 

You gingerly slip out of bed and slumber towards the kitchen. Taking out a pan and two eggs, you busy yourself with making breakfast but you can’t concentrate. Your mind slips away to him. What was he doing that he couldn’t share with you? What was so dangerous about his job that even one little slip up on his part would cause him to disappear for months? In the dead of night, when all the buildings quiet down and their people sink into slumber, he would whisper prayers against your skin. Though you never understood a word he said, between your half lucid mind and his soothing Russian tongue, you could sense a tone of reverence in his voice, hands squeezing your waist and head bowed between your chest. 

The smell of burning eggs invades your nostrils. You let out a heavy sigh and begin to scrap away at the charred bits of yolk. 

Weeks pass with no call, not that he ever calls, and soon long nights turn to long days as trees begin to straighten up and cicadas poke their heads out of the ground so they can dance with the rise of the sun. Kids run around with ice cream dripping down into their chubby hands and on the concrete where little ants graciously scoop up the liquid gold and offer it to their queen. Shirts stick to backs and eyes squint in submission to Helios galloping through the sky. You’ve never been a fan of summer, but he always made it better. Waking up early in the morning to get berries at the farmers market, and buying every sugary dessert at the carnival and getting on the chair swing ride. 

It was so peaceful up there. People shrunk to the size of ants, scurrying across in search of food, the bright lights blurred together forming a constellation below just for you. Your feet swayed in the wind, the light breeze caressed your cheeks providing a much needed respite from the stuffy carnival floor. His hand inched closer to yours, long fingers ghosted against yours asking for permission, and you opened your palm welcoming him home. He didn’t say anything, being a man of few words, but he squeezed your hand in thanks. Thanks that you have stayed with him for this very moment to happen. His messy hair got pushed back, better revealing his onyx eyes holding only love and adoration for you. 

That night he told you he loved you. Amongst the shrills of children and the rumble of wobbly roller coasters, he proclaimed his devotion against the back of your hand held to his chapped lips. You walked home together, smiling and giggling like fools, with bellies full of sweets. 

You stumbled through your bedroom door, clammy hands hastily ripped off clothes eager to feel skin against skin hot to the touch. All efforts of looking suave on both parties flew out the window as a carnal need took over. Teeth clashed against each other in a messy kiss as your hand carded through his hair and then settled on the nap of his neck. His hand held your cheek as the other pushed the small of your back against him. He curled over you, protected you, devoured you. The need for oxygen overtook, and you parted as a string of spit connected his lips to yours. He stayed close, his forehead bumped against yours, and let out a shaky pant as you took a deep breath, in tandem with each other pushing and pulling. You fell against the bed, yanked him with you, and felt him smile against your skin. 

In the afterglow, wrapped up in fuzzy blankets and the cool moonlight, he said, “this is the happiest I think I’ve ever been.” You held him tighter, kissed the crown of his head, and drifted off to sleep. 

He will return soon enough. He has too. And then you’ll go to the carnival and eat funnel cake until you’re sick and share syrupy kisses on the ferris wheel and laugh and smile. For now you wait, ignore the dreaded emptiness in your chest, and wait. He will return. And you’ll wipe your tears. 

・❥・in the morning picking flowers (in my head I was giving them to you)

: ̗̀➛ astarion x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ wc: 600+

Though his piercing ruby gaze and sinful smirk that promises so much more may fool passerbyers and drunken tavern patrons, you see through him for what he truly is. A scared man trying desperately to prove his worth in any way possible. You see his lips quiver in fear every time he catches someone’s eye before quickly slipping into his persona. Your heart pangs to see a man like him degrade himself, so when he’s looming over your neck starving you don’t hesitate to offer yourself up. 

He thinks you’re an idiot. That your mother must have dropped you on your head as a child. No person in their right mind would let a vampire feed on them if they didn’t have a thing for it. He’s sure this isn’t sexual for you so what do you have to gain from offering yourself up like a lamb to the slaughter. The thought gnaws at his mind until he feels his fangs break through the thin skin on your neck and that sweet delectable blood hit his tongue. All thoughts of doubt go flying out the window. The first sentient creature’s blood he’s drinken since his turning and he thinks he can’t ever go back to feeding on boars and squirrels anymore. It is the finest wine he has ever sipped, it is a royal banquet filled with the most lavish foods of Faerun, it is the first breath he takes in a cool crisp morning. Utterly refreshing and desperately needed.

He laps at your wound like a feral dog would when presented with a well grilled steak. He feels your blood traverse through his dead veins igniting every single cell in his body. Your blood rushes to his heart and he thinks he might faint. It starts to contract horribly and then suddenly expands and he only realizes after a few moments that his heart is beating. How could he have forgotten what it felt like to have a beating heart. Chasing the illusion of being mortal once more, he eagerly slurps up your life's essence.

You watch as the warmth leaves your body and flush his paper skin with a soft coral shade leaving you feeling like ice against him as if you are the vampire in this situation. And though your vision is starting to blur and your limbs are as heavy as lead, you let him take his fill. It would be crueler still to rip away from him when all he has had is a taste. But sweet suckles turn into ravenous gulps and it takes all your strength to whisper in Astarion’s ear to stop.

Through his drunken stupor he hears your plea break through his ecstasy and he now notices how limp you’ve become. He licks at your wound savoring the last beads of crimson that seep out of the twin marks. You look up through hazy eyes at his impending form over your heaving one. Blushing cheeks, eyes even a brighter shade of vermillion, and for a few seconds, a beating heart.  

“This is a gift you know. I won’t forget it.” And you believe him. He turns to mist in your mind as sweet sleep takes over your drained body. You dream of your life before the Nautiloid, of prancing around in your mother’s garden as a child. How the grass tickled your toes and the sun kissed your cheeks. You imagine gathering daisy’s and weaving them into a crown as carefully as your toddler hands could let you and gifting it to Astarion. His cheeks turn the same shade as your blood and you spend the rest of the day basking in the sun’s embrace and making flower crowns.

“he would not say that” but he did. I put my hand up his ass sock puppet style and made him say it. what now genius

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