DN -- Comfort
Title: Comfort
Collection: The Margins
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L, Matt, Mello, Near
Rating: G
Word Count: 358
Warnings: fluff!
Summary: In which there are hugs.
Author's Note: Free hugs.
COMFORT
With a host of abandoned children too smart for their own good around, L was the go-to man for comfort. Three boys in particular always knew where to find him.
When it was Mello, he would know when the disheveled dynamo was starting down the long hall that led to L’s room. A deafening howl of “EEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!” would ring out like a siren as Mello skidded around the corner and careened towards the door. L would have just enough time to unhook his toes from around the edge of his chair and place his feet on the ground before Mello was shimmying up his shins and curling up in a blond-headed ball against his chest, a hefty serving of shirt clenched in each fist.
Matt’s trademark greeting was more of a rapid-fire repetition-“L, L, L, L, L, L, L!”-in rhythm with his thundering steps as he galloped down the hall in sneakers that were just a little too big. He would fumble with the doorknob long enough for L to minimize all the windows on his computer (the less Matt, given his burgeoning technological aptitude, knew about L’s computer habits, the better) and settle cross-legged in his chair. When the door gave, of course, Matt would rocket over the threshold and leap straight into his lap.
Near, as always, took a slightly different tack.
When it was Near, L wouldn’t know until the doorknob clicked and a sliver of light broken by a blinking gray eye appeared through the crack. “L?” he would whisper, waiting for the welcoming smile and the permissive nod before he took a single sock-footed step into the room. One hand in his hair, the other behind his back, he would shuffle over, climb up L’s knees, and settle in as close as he could manage, leaching warmth and perhaps a bit of hope.
In all of their cases, L’s abilities for rationalization were impacted by the altered sitting position, but they usually didn’t ask him to reason. Fortunately, the Wammy boys had enough logic in their lives that when it came to comfort, all they were really looking for was love.
Collection: The Margins
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L, Matt, Mello, Near
Rating: G
Word Count: 358
Warnings: fluff!
Summary: In which there are hugs.
Author's Note: Free hugs.
COMFORT
With a host of abandoned children too smart for their own good around, L was the go-to man for comfort. Three boys in particular always knew where to find him.
When it was Mello, he would know when the disheveled dynamo was starting down the long hall that led to L’s room. A deafening howl of “EEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!” would ring out like a siren as Mello skidded around the corner and careened towards the door. L would have just enough time to unhook his toes from around the edge of his chair and place his feet on the ground before Mello was shimmying up his shins and curling up in a blond-headed ball against his chest, a hefty serving of shirt clenched in each fist.
Matt’s trademark greeting was more of a rapid-fire repetition-“L, L, L, L, L, L, L!”-in rhythm with his thundering steps as he galloped down the hall in sneakers that were just a little too big. He would fumble with the doorknob long enough for L to minimize all the windows on his computer (the less Matt, given his burgeoning technological aptitude, knew about L’s computer habits, the better) and settle cross-legged in his chair. When the door gave, of course, Matt would rocket over the threshold and leap straight into his lap.
Near, as always, took a slightly different tack.
When it was Near, L wouldn’t know until the doorknob clicked and a sliver of light broken by a blinking gray eye appeared through the crack. “L?” he would whisper, waiting for the welcoming smile and the permissive nod before he took a single sock-footed step into the room. One hand in his hair, the other behind his back, he would shuffle over, climb up L’s knees, and settle in as close as he could manage, leaching warmth and perhaps a bit of hope.
In all of their cases, L’s abilities for rationalization were impacted by the altered sitting position, but they usually didn’t ask him to reason. Fortunately, the Wammy boys had enough logic in their lives that when it came to comfort, all they were really looking for was love.