Inquisitormaster One shots (fluff/smut/ angst)

🧸You're safe I won't let you go (Luclight)🧸

Ships:Luca X Light
Genre:Fluff and angst
Word count:4621
Request by:someone just couldn't find the comment
Warnings:slight angst/Slight reference of rape
Description:Luca is the only thing that Light has always been sure of.

Light was seven. He hadn’t grown into his eyes or his ears, he liked to wear two different socks, and he– for the life of him–couldn’t learn how to ride a bike.

“I can’t do it.” Light whispered down to the pavement.

He tried so hard not to cry, he did, but the scrape on his knee still burned beneath it’s purple band-aid and he could feel the tears slowly begin to trail down his cheeks. The wind licked across his cheeks and he rubbed his eyes, glaring through his tears at the sidewalk and the stupid pebble that caught in his stupid front wheel. Anywhere but his bike.

Light was seven. He had gone through a whole box of band-aids in a week and his knees were bruised, even the mere sight of his helmet made him clench his tiny fists and think I never want to try ever again . Still, Luca was by his side every single day.

He would kneel down to Light's height and say things like, “You can do it, Light. I know you can.” 

He seemed so big back then, nearly a foot taller and three years older. His voice was always gentle and reassuring like the hand he placed on Light's shoulder. “We’ll just keep trying ‘til you can get it, right? I'm here to help.”

But Light was just too small, too little and uncoordinated. His hand was almost too small to grip the break the right way, the tips of his toes just barely reached the sidewalk for balance— he couldn’t do it.

His knees couldn’t handle another scrape and his palms couldn’t take another road rash, he couldn’t even try to stop himself from letting out a big, dumb cry. Embarrassment flooded to his cheeks and he dropped himself down onto the grass, pulled his knees to his chest and hid his face in his arms; Luca was too cool for him. He had cool ten year old friends and knew how to ride a skateboard. Light was too chicken to even learn to ride his bike.

“I can’t.” He sniffled, looking up when he heard the rustle of grass in front of him.

Luca was crouched down to eye-level again, he smiled big and soft to show off his dimples as he reached to ruffle Light's unkempt hair.

“You can. I’ll teach you.”

Light shook his head and sucked in a shaky breath.

Luca huffed softly but his face didn’t change. He looked calm and patient. “ You trust me, don’t you?”

Quick as he could, Light nodded with wide, watery eyes. Of course he did. Luca was his best friend, his only friend. He always picked out the perfect colored band-aid and knew which antibiotic to put on his cuts and scrapes. He also knew how to make grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and the route to get to and from school. Luca took care of Light, taught him to play with stuff the right way and helped him with the story problems in his math book— of course he trusted Luca.

His hands were still a bit too small but Luca showed him which fingers held the handle bar and which ones were long enough to reach the break. His legs were still a bit too short but Luca said that if he let the bike lean to one side he could plant one foot entirely flat for balance. He tightened Light's helmet strap beneath his chin and smiled.

“Ready?”

Light gulped, looking over his shoulder as Luca took position behind him. “I’m scared. ” He admitted.

One of Luca's hands found it’s spot on his back and the other held onto the left handlebar. His shadow was bigger than Light's, covering it almost entirely. His breathing was steady behind Light, his grip firm and assuring as he slowly started to move them forward, urging Light to put both feet on the pedals and just do it.