TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE.

Hc: he'd break up you and your abusive partner, even if it means getting himself hurt in the process.

It didn't take long for him to figure out what was going on, he could easily tell what was happening to you behind closed doors. He was determined to put a stop to it. Once he found out that you were being relentlessly beaten and you couldn't leave without the risk of being severely hurt or killed he became the one person that could help. It took a while for you at admit what was happening to him but once you did, you began trying to find ways to escape to him and whenever you showed up at taskforce in the middle of the night covered in cuts and bruises, he was the one to patch you up, sit on the bathroom floor and let you cry to him.

You'd gotten over that sorry excuse for a boyfriend years ago, after the warning signs started to show, you very very quickly fell out of love. When you tried to leave - that's when shit hit the fan. But your abuser was a slippery one, he was constantly outfoxing the police no matter how many times you called them.

But what he didn't realise was the fact that abusing a girl that works in the high ranking police force, working on the Kira case, has access to the one person that could secure any conviction, the worlds greatest detective.

L was worlds greatest for a reason. He'd never been wrong and always won the case. If anyone could convict your abuser, it was him. But right now his number one priority was getting you out of the household and into taskforce without your ex knowing. So everyday you came into work, the only place you were allowed to go without being hit (because someone had to make the money) you would stuff any items you needed like extra clothes and money into your bag and take them to taskforce with you, slowly filling up your new room in taskforce.

There was one last thing you needed to bring though, one you couldn't get on your own. Your PC.

That needed to be unplugged and taken out, as it has lots of important previous case work on it you couldn't leave behind. So you'd recruited L to come to your place with you when your ex was out to grab the last of your things before you could leave forever.

Today your ex had to go to some meeting about being unemployed. That was your chance to strike.

You'd already taken your PC and monitor out to the car and all you had left to grab were the wires.

"Here take these" you said, handing a bundle of wires to L.

"Is that everything?" He replied.

"Almost, there's a HDMI chord and an AUX chord left"

You unplugged them from the speakers you had to leave behind and handed them to L.

"That's it, lets g-"

"(Y/N) (L/N)!"

Your blood ran cold. What was he doing back? He must've saw your car in the driveway and now he's mad that you're not at work. After all, all you are to him is a way to make money and himself work himself. That, and a punching bag.

"Shit, we gotta get out of here!" You whispered.

You got up and grabbed L's arm, quietly running down the hall and heading for the back door.

You pushed L toward the door but before you could follow him out, you felt a strong grip grab the back of your head by your hair and pull you back. You let out a cry of pain and stumbled backward.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HOME YOU USELESS BITCH"

"I forgot my paperwork! Let go!" You whined in pain.

You were suddenly thrown into the ground.

"LIAR! YOU'RE DITCHING AREN'T YOU? SO YOU WON'T GET PAID TO GIVE TO ME HUH?"

"I-I just left my paperwork I'm serious!"

He bought his foot back and kicked you hard in the shin, causing you to help out in pain.

"LIAR! YOU PATHETIC SLUT-"

You suddenly saw L quietly sneak up behind your ex, as he had run around the side of the house and come back in through the front door. He held the computer chords in both hands and suddenly wrapped them around your ex's neck, pulling tightly making sure to cut off his wind pipes. L yanked the chords back, making your ex gasp for air and stumble back. He used the grip of the chords to swing your ex around and slam him into the wall.

"WHAT KIND OF MAN HITS THE SUPPOSED LOVE OF THEIR LIFE!" He yelled, standing protectively in front of you.

Your ex looked up to see L armed with computer chords, looking angry. And of course, to a psycho abuser, another man equals cheating.

"YOU WHORE- YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME?" He screamed.

"SHE BROKE UP WITH YOU A YEAR AGO, GET OVER IT. YOU'RE A CRIMINAL, IF YOU KEEP THIS UP KIRA WILL BE THE REASON YOU DROP DEAD IN THE STREETS" L screamed back.

You got to your feet, grabbing L's shoulder.

"Come on lets go" you panicked.

"YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE"

Now his sights were set on both you and L, while your ex may have strong arms, L had a stronger kick. It was the capoeira man, it made the noodle a lot stronger than he looked.

Before your ex could even think about launching another punch, L harshly bought his leg up to kick him in the chest, throwing his centre of gravity off and making him stumble back into the door. You both knew it wasn't worth staying to fight any longer and both booked it out the door and into the car, speeding off as your abuser yelled profanities at you from down the street.

"Get onto the freeway quick in case he tries to follow us" You said.

L did just that, adrenaline still pumping and turning down the street into the freeway.

You seemed to be safe, no one suspicious seemed to be following you.

"(Y/n)" L panted, still catching his breath from that fight.

"Yeah?" You replied.

"You have an eyewitness now. Conviction can be secured. We don't have to go of just an injury record"

Of course... now there are two people who can say they were attacked by him. Proof of an injury and all the other evidence you'd gathered, and with L behind the case, you're going to win. For sure.

Time skip.

"I hereby declare the convicted guilty of domestic violence, no chance of probation and 10 years jail time. A restraining order will be placed against the convicted. Violation of the order will result in fines or more jail time"

A massive wave of relief rushed over you. Finally, and end to the nightmare you lived. You watched as the police took your abuser away in Orange prison clothes and you flipped him off as one final fuck you.

You turned to L, he gave you a smile and opened his arms for you.

"I told you I could get him arrested" he said, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you... this means everything to me"

"And you, you mean everything to me. I couldn't just let you get hurt like that..."

He gently bought his hand up to cares your cheek, running it over the bandaid he had placed there after the fight.

"As long as you stick around no one will ever lay a finger on you again" he smiled.

"I love you, my hero"

"I love you too"

With those words you shared a gentle kiss, one that would start a healthy relationship with a man that wouldn't dare ever hurt you. You were finally free.