#lighter x oc

[enupii]

WIP

My Canon x OC with Lighter from Zenless Zone Zero 😋

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[muffywaifu]

alright gonna drop one more doodle before bed, I absolutely fell for Lighter so I had to draw a lil somethin (//ω//) i actually kind of like how it came out even though it's just a silly sketch (´｡• ᵕ ��｡`)

[kannemori]

Very tempted to do a short webtoon of Lighter x OC, I think they would make such a cute couple... they give doberman and pomeranian! I always liked the idea of the trope of the bad boy falling in love with a good girl and have him head over heels... I kind of feel that it would work out very well. Ophelia is just a city girl that is currently studying marine biology in New Eridu. She would probably find Lighter around at Lumina Square, either with Billy, Lucy, or when he has to do some chores for the girls. I don't know if it's stretching it but, Ophelia's brother, William, he is a programmer and engineer, I can see him working as a proxy at times if the money is good... I'm almost certain he would personally know Phaeton, as he has a lot of connections. So, in conclusion, some sort of slice of life where Ophelia and Lighter somehow always find each other as if it were fate. I might think about it... it would be a good opportunity just to learn how to make Webtoons.

[missrosiesworld]

In the Hollow's Silence

Warning: This story features an original character (Astraea Lunaris) in a romantic pairing with Lighter from Zenless Zone Zero. If you’re not a fan of OC x Canon pairings, this story may not be for you. Please read with an open mind and enjoy! 💫

The battle had been brutal, the kind of fight that left the air charged with adrenaline and the faint tang of ozone. The Hollow was eerily quiet now, the once chaotic echoes replaced by a heavy, oppressive silence. Lighter stood amidst the debris, his breath heaving, the golden gauntlet humming faintly as it powered down. His green eyes scanned the area, frantic. The fight had forced him and Astraea to separate, and the memory of her fighting off a swarm of Ethereals replayed in his mind, sharp and vivid.

He turned in place, panic starting to bubble under his skin. “Astraea!” he called, his voice rough from the strain of shouting during the battle. There was no answer. His heart kicked against his ribs. He ignored the ache in his own shoulder as he took off, weaving through the ruined landscape.

His eyes finally landed on a figure slumped against a half-collapsed wall. Her shimmering midnight-blue hair, streaked with dust and glowing faintly like a living constellation, caught the dim light of the Hollow. Relief surged through him, only to be replaced by dread when he saw her clutching her side, her gloves slick with blood.

“Astraea!” he shouted, dropping to his knees beside her in an instant. His hands found her shoulders, steadying her as his gaze darted over her body, searching for the source of her injury. His touch was firm but trembling with urgency. “Hey, hey, are you okay? Talk to me.”

Astraea looked up, her striking violet eyes meeting his. Flecks of blue, gold, and silver glimmered faintly, though dulled by exhaustion. Her lips curved into a faint, reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Lighter,” she said softly, though her voice betrayed the strain she was under. “Just… caught off guard for a moment.”

“Fine?” Lighter barked, his voice thick with disbelief. His fingers brushed against her side where blood seeped through the fabric of her bodysuit. The sight of it made his breath hitch, memories flashing unbidden through his mind—another time, another place, and far too much blood. His jaw tightened as he forced himself to focus on the present. On her.

“I can’t—damn it, Astraea, you’re bleeding,” he muttered, his voice breaking slightly. He reached for the pouch on her belt, pulling out a small medkit with shaking hands. “Why didn’t you call for me? You shouldn’t have fought alone!”

Astraea’s gloved hand reached out, resting gently over his, grounding him. “Lighter,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “I knew you had your hands full. I can handle myself, remember?” She gave him a faint smile, trying to ease his worry. “It’s just a scratch,” she murmured, though her voice wavered.

“That’s not a scratch,” he bit out, his voice sharper than he intended as he glanced at her side again. Blood seeped through the fabric of her bodysuit, staining the midnight blue with dark crimson. His hand trembled as he pressed against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. “Damn it, Astraea, you should’ve called for me. I—"

Her hand lifted weakly to rest over his, her touch warm despite the cold creeping into her limbs. “I didn’t want to distract you,” she said softly, her tone apologetic.

Lighter’s jaw clenched, his usual bravado cracking under the weight of his emotions. “You are my distraction,” he muttered, his voice low but fierce. “You’re all I could think about the entire fight.”

She blinked at his confession, her expression softening despite the pain. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her tone gentle.

Lighter shook his head, focusing on her wound. His hands steadied as he carefully worked to press a bandage against her wound, his touch gentle. “Hold this for a second,” he said, guiding her hand to the bandage.

When he was satisfied that the bleeding had slowed, he sat back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. His hands rose to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing away the smudges of dirt on her cheeks. “You scared the hell out of me,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t do that again.”

Astraea’s lips curved into a faint, reassuring smile, though her exhaustion was clear. “I’ll try not to,” she replied softly, her voice tinged with both affection and weariness. “But you know me—I can’t promise to stay out of trouble.”

Lighter huffed out a shaky laugh, though his worry still etched deep into his expression. “Yeah, I do,” he muttered, his thumbs continuing to brush gently over her cheekbones. “But damn it, Astraea, you’ve got to stop scaring me like this.”

His gaze softened as he studied her face, taking in the flecks of starlight in her violet eyes, the determination lingering even through her pain. She was everything he admired—resilient, brave, stubborn to a fault—and it terrified him to think how close she’d come to being taken from him.

Astraea reached up, her gloved hand resting lightly on his wrist. “You don’t have to worry so much,” she murmured, her tone playful despite her exhaustion. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“That’s not the point,” Lighter shot back, his voice firm but laced with emotion. “I know you’re tough. I know you can handle yourself. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with watching you bleed out after every fight.”

Her smile grew, faint but warm. “I’ll try to make it out in one piece next time,” she teased gently.

Lighter huffed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible,” he said, though his tone lacked any real bite. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead pressing lightly against hers. “But you’re my impossible,” he whispered, his voice raw with sincerity.

Astraea blinked, her gaze softening as the weight of his words settled between them. Before she could respond, Lighter tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first, his touch reverent, as if afraid she might break under his care. But it deepened as her hand slid up to his jaw, anchoring him there.

When they finally broke apart, Lighter rested his forehead against hers, his hand drifting to the back of her neck, his touch warm and steady. “You’re all I care about,” he said softly, his voice firm but tinged with vulnerability. “Don’t make me lose you.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, his green eyes searching hers as their foreheads remained pressed together. “You’re mine to protect, Astraea,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t make me feel like I failed you.”

Astraea’s violet eyes softened, her fingers tracing lightly along the line of his jaw, anchoring him as much as herself. “You haven’t failed me, Lighter,” she said gently, her voice filled with quiet conviction. “You’ve never failed me.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, her words settling over him like a balm. “I don’t ever want to start,” he whispered, his thumb brushing the edge of her cheek. His gaze lingered on her, a silent promise written in the intensity of his green eyes.

Astraea’s lips curved into a faint smile, her hand dropping to rest over his where it held her steady. “Then don’t,” she replied, her tone laced with affection and just a hint of playfulness. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Lighter huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Good,” he said simply, though his tone carried the weight of his relief.

Carefully, Lighter slid an arm under her knees and another around her back, lifting her with ease despite his own injuries. She protested weakly, but he silenced her with a pointed look. “You’re not walking anywhere,” he said firmly. “Let me take care of you.”

Astraea sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Fine,” she murmured, her tone teasing despite the fatigue creeping into her voice. “But only because I’m too tired to argue.”

“Good,” he replied, his smirk returning faintly as he began the careful trek back to safety. The weight of her in his arms was grounding, a reminder that she was still here, still with him. And that was all that mattered.

[huoqingbiblee]

[crystallizsch]

It only took a moment To be loved a whole life long

still thinking about twst eve and ortho… i also still need to rewatch wall-e but i just remembered the lighter scene and my hand moved on its own and didn’t let me sleep until it’s visualized

[amasec]

For the first time ask! First time Runa realized she had feelings for Heinrix?

She was out of her depth.

The Lord Captain was not ignorant to the fact that the confirmation of her ascension to the position of Rogue Trader required a degree of formality; but she had enormously underestimated just how much formality that would include.

Runa had almost resorted to pleading with the Dargonus palace tailors to allow her to attend her coronation wearing her usual leather breeches and synskin, but the talented couturiers had shut down her suggestions immediately.

How funny – that she had once detested noble-borns and all that they stood for. There was no shortage of rich and wealthy elites, lords and ladies who sought endless power and wealth beyond their means, building their endless palaces of marble atop the shattered bones of the underhive. She had thought herself honourable as she assumed the mantle of responsibility, striking terror into the hearts of those that considered themselves above even the God-Emperor himself.

But as she had learned rather quickly, it had all been for naught. Endless cycles of nobles would rise and thrive, and peasants born into slums would be destined to toil and die, all under the God-Emperor’s watchful gaze.

Now, as the ex-pirate leaned against the balcony wall of the palace she would learn to call her own, she acknowledged how entirely out of place she felt; clad in a beautiful gown of burgundy silk, standing in pearl-trimmed stilettos. She was a rotten hypocrite. Women like her were not deserving of such elegant luxury; especially not at the expense of another poor woman’s calloused fingers.

As the God-Emperor had intended.

The ceremony itself had been conducted without incident. Runa’s ascension to Rogue Trader had been confirmed before millions of her subjects, her trustworthy seneschal remaining by her side at all times, guiding her, silently pointing her in the right direction. For his guidance, she was endlessly grateful. For a woman so headstrong and confident in her control of the situation, Runa was enormously out of her depth here; lost and floundering in an endless ocean with no land in sight.

The hills and mountains of Dargonus were beautiful from the palace balcony, if not a little overwhelming; especially for a woman who had lived the majority of her life within the reassuring darkness of voidships. But the dusky expanse high above her was peppered with the light of billions of glittering stars, and that would be enough for Runa. Despite everything, the stars had remained a forever-comforting constant.

The new Rogue Trader had silently hoped that she would have been able to witness the sunset, although she had broken away from the crowds too late to catch it.

Now, for the first time in what seemed like days, she found herself alone. The balmy warmth of the summer afternoon had dissipated as soon as the sun sank below the horizon, and the slight chill that accompanied the evening had not been entirely unwelcome.

A quiet yet deliberate throat-clearing behind her brought her back abruptly into the present, and Runa turned to greet her visitor.

She was surprised to see Heinrix standing by the balcony door, unwilling to venture closer without her acknowledgement. His dress uniform wasn’t too dissimilar to his usual attire, although his boots had been shined, and his gloves were trimmed with gold.

“Lord Captain,” he greeted solemnly, bowing his head in deference.

The more she studied him, the more Runa recognised the gradual irritation beginning to build within her gut. Despite how much work they had put in to be more civil to each other, the appearance of the Interrogator out of the blue often meant a disagreement was on the horizon.

“Let me guess – is my presence required?”

“No.” He stepped over the balcony threshold carefully, averting his eyes and glancing out across Dargonus as he approached. “The buffet is progressing as well as could be expected, and the guests are enjoying the Rogue Trader’s hospitality.”

“Then why are you here?”

Her words sounded harsher than she had intended, but Heinrix did not seem to mind.

“You were missing from the festivities,” he spoke simply, joining her at the balcony wall and resting his elbows against the stone. “I wanted– I needed to ensure your wellbeing.”

Gloved hands clasped together loosely, the Interrogator gazed out across Dargonus, the gentle breeze catching the fabric of his mantle. The weight of the day rested heavily upon his shoulders and his drawn brow.

“Did Abelard put you up to this?” she pressed, and the Interrogator exhaled loudly, snapping his head to look at her.

“By the Throne, woman – I am simply making sure that you are well.”

Runa froze outright at his frustrated outburst, her eyes wide, her irritation suddenly all but forgotten. Their interactions may have still been fraught with distrust, but the Lord Captain had not been expecting to be on the receiving end of his concern.

“Oh.” She glanced away from him, feeling the unchecked heat begin rising to her cheeks. “Right. Of course.”

There was a moment of awkward silence that lingered between them before Heinrix seemingly mustered the courage to step closer, reaching into his inside pocket.

“Here.”

From his pocket, he produced a small, white box with golden detailing, immediately sparking Runa’s curiosity. She took it gently from him, sliding it open to reveal ten perfect cylindrical lho sticks.

She glanced up at him in mild surprise. “I didn’t realise you smoked.”

“I don’t.” A satisfied smirk threatened the corner of his mouth. “I confiscated these from an acolyte.”

Runa couldn’t help the grin that had begun to spread across her face as she used a long fingernail and thumb to pluck a lho stick from the box. A smoke would do her the world of good. Sliding the box closed, she noticed Heinrix reach into his inside pocket once more, producing a gold-capped lighter.

“I always carry one,” he offered, and Runa smiled genuinely at his words, balancing the lho stick between her lips and allowing the Interrogator to provide the flame. She leaned into his shadow, shielding the flame from the breeze with a hand as his mantle whipped about her silk-clad shins. Close enough now to smell the musk of his cologne, she felt an unnatural chill descend upon her shoulders, shivering against the barrier of thin silk that adorned her skin. After what seemed like far too long standing against the warmth of him, the rolled paper caught the flame, and Heinrix carefully stepped back as she pulled the first draw into her lungs.

Her face suddenly aflame with the heat, she turned to lean forward against the balcony wall, focusing on the smoky brume of the lho and trying not to think about just how fervently her heart had stuttered at the Interrogator’s proximity. It was if he knew that she would feel out of her depth here, and the entire purpose of him seeking her out was to help her feel more at ease.

She stole another glance towards him, watching as his dark hair was mussed by the unforgiving breeze, a darkness lingering within the hollows of his cheeks as he gazed out upon her protectorate.

Oh, shit.

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[knbwn]

🐈‍⬛x🦁

unfortunately plans for the other standee and 2 other leona centric illust is delay because life loves throwing things at me the moment i made plans </3 i have a commission line up next month too so we will see what is up before we make more plans at least i'll have this n the other illust as standee,, i cannot wait to see the level of compression a high res illust will undergo as it get compressed into a 9cm standee. water powered pressing machine type shi my commission info!

[gomzdrawfr]

Over the years, Raven had gifted Price a series of odd-looking lighters. It started because she knew he wasn’t one for receiving gifts, despite being an adamant gift-giver himself showering the team and her with stuff. The stubborn Captain always put on a show, huffing and grumbling about whenever he was handed something, as if accepting gifts was a personal grudge. So, it became an unconscious challenge for Raven, which was to get him something so good that he’ll have to accept it without protest.

There was a few trial and error, starting with cigars cause if it’s not a big fish that puts a big smile on his Quokka fuzzy face then it’s those damn cylindrical things. It started with some strange cigars (didn’t fazed him), then a few rare vintage ones (does accept it, but didn’t felt nearly as satisfying). Undeniably, his collection far outmatched her efforts because that man knows his cigars well.

The “challenge” almost seemed impossible. That was, until one time, on her way back from Amsterdam, she stumbled across a lighter shaped like a grenade, refillable too, whatever that meant. It was hanging on the wall of a shop selling other odd items from crystals to boots. Random, but she managed to buy it. When she handed it to Price, the way he laughed, booming and followed up with a fond shake of his head— that’s when she knew she found it.

So from then on, the collection grew. Without fail, every so often, she’d find the most funny, adorable, or vintage lighter she could. A Nokia phone-shaped lighter. A cake-shaped one. A toaster lighter. A cigarette stick-shaped one. The list goes on, and Price kept them all.

He knew exactly what she was doing. It was endearing. Honestly, he’d take anything from her, even a small rock. But what he cherished most wasn’t the gifts themselves, it was knowing she thought of him, that she spent time picking out something just to make him smile. Imagine the nose scrunches and the mumbles she does if she disagree with something. Or the look on her face when he “approves” the gift, that look of accomplishment in her eyes, the twinkle and pride in them, that was his favorite part of the whole thing.

[clowniicat]

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[muffywaifu]

more doodles of my oc and lighter, i love drawing them very much, wish i had time for somethin more proper but for now sketches will have to do ;;

bonus doodle with burnice too!

[cherium-meadows]

I don’t really draw them as much anymore but doodled Cherium with Haley and Alex before heading off to bed!!!

I’m most active on Bluesky right now! Follow me @ CloudyPinkBlink

They’re all so happy here :3 I love them so much, my beloveds <3 maybe when I’m done obsessing over everything else I’ll come back to them my darlings

[pinkpuppp]

I made more Pepper and Lighter art! :0 It was super fun replicating the snake mini game :3

[laicanthrope]

hi.. hello... any lice truthers in the chat ..

[spadegeistalt]

G'estalt during Shadowbringers be like-- (Sometime post-Titania) I just wanted an excuse to draw the Krile cookie

[obsidian-vineyard84]

Damn, idk how i got here

[Old art and bonus doodle below the cut]

From March 2023: (different oc obviously, lmao)

And bonus doodle!