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

L's confusion

A/n: another gay as hell one for all y'all not cishets. Reader is left ambiguous but isn't a woman. Enby, man, transmasc, take your pick.

After years of thinking he'd never find love, being too wrapped up in work and just generally not caring for the romance stereotypes, the day had finally come. L had a crush. Well... he thought it was a crush. He wasn't really sure.

You weren't a girl, that's what confused him. He'd never really thought about what he liked, and now he was faced with you, someone so pretty he could die of a heart attack from just looking at your gorgeous face... he was more than confused.

What WAS he? Gay? Bi? He had no idea.

You weren't only absolutely stunning, but hilarious, smart, kind, caring... the whole package. But you weren't a girl, so whatever that made for having a crush on you, it wasn't straight.

"So is there a reason you're staring at me or..?" You spoke up.

L snapped out of his daze, realising he'd been gazing lovingly at you again.

"O-oh... sorry. Just thinking" he replied.

"About?"

"Uhh.."

Well if anyone would have tips about his confusion, it'd be you right? So why not ask?

"How did you... know?" L asked, a pink tinge to his cheeks.

"Elaborate?" You replied.

"About, you know. Not being... straight?"

Ah, so that's where this was going. Most people that ask that question are definitely queer, just not sure what label to use yet. Although you'd admit you were a little surprised that L of all people was asking you for help, he seemed to know everything about everything.

"I guess I just... knew? Like I had a moment where it clicked. If you think people of the same gender and or other queer genders are hot, then you're not straight" you explained.

"But how did you know what kind of... wait that's not the right wording... what uh, type-" L stammered.

You turned to face him, looking him dead in the eye.

"L" you began.

"Yes?" He replied.

"Do you like girls?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you like boys?"

"I think"

"Do you like gender queer people?"

"Yeah"

"You're under the Bi umbrella. Done" you stated.

He was silent a moment. Now that you said it, it clicked. He WAS under that umbrella. What label he wanted to use he'd have to think on some more, but it was overtly clear that he wasn't straight.

"Oh... right" he muttered.

"Look don't stress it. You have your whole life to figure it out, and you can change labels as you grow. Welcome to the club rainbow man, you're one of us" you assured.

Maybe it was the way you were so casual about it, but he felt the uneasy and nerve completely drop off him. You were right, he was 25 he had decades ahead of him to figure it out. And who cares who he liked? The only people it really mattered to was himself, and whoever his partner ended up being. He'd just never really considered relationships before because he was so wrapped up in his cases and fixing his wrecked mental health. For a moment in the past he wondered if he was ace, but when he thought about it he realised that he actually really did like and want a relationship, both romantic and sexual. He just didn't take the time to peruse it because... well because deep down he wasn't sure what gender he should be pursuing.

But now, he's realised. Whatever gender you were. That's what his sexuality was. You.

"So... labels aside... how exactly do you go about this? I'd assume same gender dating is different to opposite gender dating" he spoke up again.

"Well... you're not completely wrong. Obviously the essentials like trust and communication are all still there. But there definitely is a culture around queer dating I suppose. Look don't stress it, just look for people you genuinely connect with and communicate well with and see where things go" you replied.

"Hm- alright. I can't say I'm the most ehh- experienced in any form of dating"

"I figured. You need to see the sun more often you know"

Even your light jabs at him he found cute. It felt like you cared enough about him to even make those little jokes in the first place. Like you'd been paying attention to him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it sounds a lot like I'm your egg cracker" you teased, giving him a smirk and a glance as you continued your work.

Again, his cheeks went red. This time from the shock of the sudden comment. You were right, and he wasn't expecting you to be so straight forward about it.

"I- I mean..." he stammered.

"Hey, if I'm hot enough to be making people question their sexuality, I've peaked as a person" you replied.

"Well... maybe you had gave me start to think about it"

You knew it, the moment this conversation started you knew it. Why else would he be lovingly gazing at you then jump right into asking about sexuality? It felt like kind of an honour to be completely honest, that you of all people were the one to make him start to realise his queerness.

"I have a foolproof way to be sure of your sexuality. Kiss me and see how it feels" you teased.

If he could go redder, he would have. But there was no way he could pass up this chance.

"I mean... if you're not joking" he muttered.

You slid your chair over to him, grabbing him by the chin and turning him to look at you.

"Only if you want to" you assured.

"I... want to" he replied.

With that permission granted and a smile on your face, you places a gentle kiss against his lips. Nothing too overwhelming for a first kiss together, but just enough to leave him wanting more. After a moment of him processing what just happened, a grin tugged at his lips and you knew for sure, you had him.

"You know what? Yeah. I am Bi" he said.

Snickering in amusement, you gave him a proud smile.

"Welcome to the club. Want another one?" You asked.

"Yes please"