L x Reader oneshots 1 // series 3 • Death Note

Graveyard girlfriend

A/n: bit of a re-write of an older one I quite liked.

He didn't have many friends at the orphanage, after a little incident where he may or may not have hit a few kids on his first day he was kind of an outcast. He played alone, finding it fun to frolic in the overgrown grass and pick up sticks to use as swords. Next to the orphanage was a small wooded area and on the other side of that was a grave yard. On the other side of the orphanage was a massive vineyard with a small local winery. There was a lot of room on the big properties, in the area of wammys there was plenty of room to play.

L preferred to play by the wooded area though. None of the other kids would bother him there.

Today the 10 year old up and coming detective found himself sitting under one of the trees in the grass making fairy houses out of sticks he'd picked up. He intended on asking mr Wammy for some berries to give them later on.

Though he was incredibly smart, and was well aware of what was real and mythical, for a kid it was fun to ignore that and believe in everything. He may be on the road to becoming the worlds greatest detective, but he was still a kid.

His playtime was interrupted by the sound of small footsteps in the grass. When he looked up, he was met with a black cat. Dropping everything in sudden curiosity, he got up and walked over to it. The cat allowed him to reach out at hand, and sniffed it curiously.

"You don't have a collar? Are you a stray?" He asked, knowing full well cats can't talk.

The cat rubbed his head on his hand for a moment, L scratched behind it's ears.

"You seem friendly enough for a stray"

After reviving its ear scratch, the cat turned its attention to something else and began to wander off.

"Wait no- come back-"

Following the cat, he didn't realise where he was heading until the cat jumped up onto a fence. Looking though said fence he found he'd walked through the small woods and ended up at the side of the graveyard.

He wasn't super creeped out by the graveyard like the other kids would be, he had seen much worse working on cases he found interesting. He was young, but he was a morbidly fascinated child.

So he wandered through the side gate after the cat like it was nothing. The cat wandered through the headstones and jumped up onto a rather tall one that was warm from the sun. He couldn't reach the cat, and thus he was defeated.

"Aww... well fine then, no more head pats for you!" He sighed.

He turned to head back to his fairy houses when the sudden presence of a girl his age a few headstones away made him jump.

There you stood, wondering why one of the kids from the orphanage next door was in your dads graveyard. And he stood there taking a second to process that you weren't a ghost from the graves or fairy from the woods, but a normal human.

"Is that cat yours?" You asked.

"No, I think it's stray" he replied.

"I see it lie on headstones sometimes, it must be"

Walking over to him, you looked him up and down. He was your age, looked sleepy and rather small for his age.

"You're form the orphanage?" You asked.

"Yeah, why are you here? Is there a funeral or something?" He replied.

"Not today. My dad owns the land. He's a Mortician, he doesn't let me see his work because I'm too little but I'm allowed to play in the graveyard as long is I don't do anything disrespectful to the dead"

Seems like him, you were a morbidly fascinated child. What kid finds fun playing in a graveyard?

"You're not scared?"

"No. My whole family works in death related jobs. Funeral directors, morticians, grave diggers. I'm used to it. You're not scared? Most kids are"

"I've seen worse"

You wanted to question that, but he was from the orphanage. You figured he didn't have a good home life before going there and that's what he meant.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"L"

"The... letter?"

"Don't ask what my birth parents were thinking because I don't know"

"Huh, that's kinda cool. I'm (y/n)" you replied.

"Are you here every day?"

"Pretty much. I'm homeschooled because the only close by school is the one connected to the orphanage but I'm not a resident so I can't go there"

"I don't do classes, I'm tutored because I don't get along with the other kids"

"Why not?" You asked.

"Long story. I don't really have friends there"

You didn't have many friends since you lived so far from town, and people were scared if you being the undertakers daughter.

"We can be friends! We can play in the graveyard and woods, and help my dad clean the super old headstones" you suggested.

He'd never had a friend before. But you were nice and seemed to have the same morbid intrigue as him.

"That'd... be nice. I've never had friends before" he replied.

"Well your my friend now. Wanna go pick some grapes at the vineyard? My dad knows the owner and let's up take some grapes"

He did like his sweet things, and grapes were quite sweet this time of year.

"Yes please!"

Taking his hand, you lead him through the headstones and out the side gate to run across the dirt road to get those grapes.

In his office doing work, mr Wammy was interrupted by the sounds of laughing kids. Looking up and out the window to see his son figure L holding hands with the undertakers daughter running off to eat some grapes. He never thought he'd see the day L made friends on his own, but it was no surprise it was with the spooky kid from the graveyard next door. 

He knew your father, and he was sure at some point he'd come up to the orphanage door with you asking if L wanted to come out and play.