#zzz x oc

[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! 💫

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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.

[princealberich]

HOW DO I COMPLAIN TO HOYOVERSE?

It's easy, and there are MULTIPLE things you can do! I recommend doing each item on this list.

1. SIGN & SHARE THE PETITION

The petition will be delivered to the appropriate cultural reps, in order to complain to the CCP about the negative impression this is leaving on Chinese companies. Genshin Impact is highly favoured by the government for the positive press it gives the country, and putting pressure on the 'big daddy' is FAR more likely to make Hoyoverse buckle.

As of right now, the petition has nearly 38k signatures.

2. EMAIL HOYOVERSE

Email them directly at genshin_cs@hoyoverse.com to state how this has affected your desire to continue playing their games.

3. USE THE IN-GAME SURVEY OR FEEDBACK

Genshin Impact has frequent update surveys, and there is a permanent option to give feedback at any time. You can find it in the Paimon Menu.

4. REVIEW BOMB

Rate Hoyoverse's games, particularly Genshin, with one star on the app store. This has already proven in the past to have an effect, when this caused the team to review the anniversary rewards.

Here is a guide on how to do this!

5. POST IN OFFICIAL HOYOVERSE ACCOUNTS' COMMENTS

Do not be silent! Speak up about your displeasure. It's important that these comments outweigh the rest! Show that we are the MAJORITY.

6. SPEAK UP

Use the tags!

#BoycottHYV #WhyAreTheyWhiteHoyo #GenshinImpact #FixNatlan

Be relentless.

FURTHER DETAILS UNDER THE CUT!

WHAT SHOULD I NOT DO?

The following actions should NOT be taken:

DO NOT spend money on Hoyoverse games.

DO NOT sent threats, to voice actors OR customer service staff.

DO NOT engage with trolls or racists. Block and report.

WHY IS THIS IMPORTANT?

It's easy to dismiss this in the face of 'more important' issues in the world at the moment, but Genshin Impact (And by extension, Hoyoverse) is a very influential game and company. It is extremely popular, and directly influences MANY other games and players through this popularity.

This isn't an issue of 'just stop playing'- This is not anger for a game's decisions, it's anger for a precedent. It's a demand that not only should Hoyoverse care about representation, but other, smaller, companies too. If Hoyoverse can get away with it, so can others- But if Hoyoverse is held accountable for their exploitation of culture, then it sets the precedent that other companies have no chance of doing the same.

Like it or not, Hoyoverse has a lot of influence, and the CCP itself values the company for giving China a positive image in other countries. This is bigger than just being mad at character design.

EDIT: It was also pointed out to me that if POC were to simply stop engaging with hostile content, they would have nothing left. 'Just stop playing' isn't fair, plain and simple. POC deserve to play the things that they enjoy WITHOUT being ostracized.

DOES HOYOVERSE LISTEN?

They listen if there's no money lining their pockets, they listen if their reputation is damaged, and they listen if the CCP gets involved. We have direct evidence of this.

Review bombing alone caused Hoyoverse to reconsider the first anniversary rewards.

The CCP forced Hoyoverse to reskin various characters to comply with their laws, which HYV did. (This isn't necessarily a good thing, however, it is still evidence that CCP has influence over them.)

This is by far the largest outcry the company has seen so far, and MANY of HYV's voice actors have spoken out in support for the movement as well. This is not just playerbase complaints, but staff, too.

I recommend following AvenOfStrats on X/Twitter for further updates on the petition's progress, and on other ways to contribute. They also share plenty of resources on why this is important, and guides on how to complain.

[dood-itsradical]

"you giggled."

NO TF I DON'T⁉️⁉️

EW⁉️⁉️

ICK⁉️⁉️

[nemo-in-wonderland]

My home is my skin And in the world I've within All I have is my love for you

If I conceal my fear Will I be in the clear Or am I giving life to phantom pain

Cos it's playing out Every note in the score I surrender once more But as my tears fall they still

Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight Breaking up into a million specks of light Take the shape of an angel in the night Carry you to peaceful fields

"ANGEL"- Poets of the Fall

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Nothing like falling asleep safe in each other's arms after enduring so much pain, after facing so much sorrow, and finally find some respite in the Realm of Morpheus, safe and sound in the comfort of the night.

And these two deserve a good night of rest.

So I like to imagine that, in Ravenna's room in the Lighthouse, she actually has a Chaise Lounge that is much comfortable to sleep into than her own bed. So I like to imagine that once her and Lucanis start sharing her room, that's where they actually sleep (and make love) most of the time lolol.

It was just a quick thing that I did anyway, but I have to be honest, I am loving this way of doing the lineart and the colouring. It's messy as fuck, but it feels 1000% me lolol.

I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[shalomniscient]

"this here seems to be a mighty tight spot we've found ourselves in, sweetheart."

your voice is about as dry as a bone as the woman currently above you pins you down with her thighs, a very pointy knife pressed to your throat. your snark affords you an amused crinkle of her teal eyes, and she leans down close to your face, enough so that her warm breath fans across your skin. strawberry, you think idly, same scent as her chapstick.

"poor detective, all alone," she coos, her tone a lilting tease you're all too familiar with. "should've come with backup."

"now where'd be the fun in that, darlin'? i got you all to myself like this," you reply with a purr, hands finding the plush of her thighs to squeeze almost affectionately. "i'm a little reckless when it comes to cases i'm highly interested in, you see."

"clearly," is all she says, before she drops the knife to instead kiss you silly. the tail binding your legs comes loose, instead slithering to curl around only one leg, almost like her version of a hug. you grin into the kiss, lazily indulging in the way her persona melts away against the warmth of your lips, and all that remains is jane--your jane. when she pulls back, a little breathlessly, you chuckle.

"looks like i still got it," you hum, and she rolls her eyes, shimmying down your body so you're no longer being pinned to the floor of the dusty apartment you've 'cornered' her in. you sit up, your hands finding her waist as she straddles your thighs. her tail leaves your leg to curl around your abdomen, a gentle pressure that has you exhaling a pleased sigh. "well, anyway. whaddaya got for me this time, darlin'?"

jane takes in your appearance for a brief moment; your messy hair, the bags under your eyes, the crinkle of your tie and the rumpled state of your shirt. she shakes her head with a huff, running a hand through the tousled strands in a vain attempt to smooth it out and make it somewhat presentable. your eyes flutter shut as she does so, and you listen as she starts to tell you about the latest update on the new posse of criminals she's infiltrated. to sum up, they're new and a little wet behind the ears, but have the tenacity to make up for it. it'll take a little more finesse to take them down, but the end is in sight.

done with her explanation, jane's fingers slip from the roots of your hair down to the line of your jaw as she tilts your head delicately towards her. you open your eyes, meeting soft teal, before she leans in for another kiss, which you gladly oblige. when she pulls away it's with a sigh, almost wistful, but then she squeaks when you tug her close again with the hand on her waist.

your eyes are half-lidded as they flicker down to her soft, perfect lips, her chapstick now in dire need of reapplication. jane's tail squeezes a little tighter around your waist in response, and close as she is, you can feel her heart rate jump ever so slightly. there's barely a breath of distance between you both, and you can see her in all her minutiae--the tremble of her breathing, the fullness of her pupils, the bob in her throat at your blatant staring. her ear flicks, a restless, involuntary motion you know crops up when she's needy and a smile tugs the corner of your mouth.

"jane," you breathe her name, almost reverent, and her fingers twitch against your nape. "you..." anticipation hangs thick in the air. you lean forward slightly, almost as if to kiss her--before instead slipping her knife that had been previously discarded on the floor back into the concealed sheath on her hip. "...wouldn't wanna--" the knife slides into place slowly, inch by inch, your grin only widening as it passes. "--forget this, would'ya?"

it sheathes fully with a click, and jane blinks, disoriented, her gaze snapping from her you, to her knife, then back to you, before she clambers off you with a huff. you laugh at that, pushing yourself to your feet and dusting off your coat, as she stands with her back turned to you, tail lashing. "sorry darlin', i couldn't resist," you coo, but jane only sniffs in response, so you gently grasp her lashing tail and reel yourself in until your front presses to her back. your lips ghost her shoulder in apology, your arms winding around her tiny waist to hold her close. "c'mon, sweetheart..."

you kiss her neck next, and jane folds with a low exhale, though when she turns her head there's a pout on her lips. you hum a little at the sight, resting your forehead against hers. "you're mean," she says, and you chuckle again, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"i'm very sorry, darlin'," you drawl again. "how 'bout i make it up to you with a real kiss, hm?"

jane immediately brightens at that, and you kiss her again with all the affection distance has accumulated. her lips slot home against yours, soft and pillowy and sweet, and you have to resist the urge to bite--because if you do, she's certainly not leaving for the next hour or so, and both of you are running on too tight of a schedule for that. she turns to hold you better, and when you pull apart for the last time, you speak your next words right against her lips.

"be safe," you whisper. i love you, you mean.

"you know i always am," she says. i love you too, she means.

and then you let her go, and all you're left with is the brief taste of strawberries on your lips, waiting until she comes back.

[riisume]

Having cornered and trapped Lars, one of her favorite kitty Thirens, after he admitted one of his more embarrassing secrets to her, Jane plans on having a little fun with him... 😈

Just a little doodle I did before movie night!

MINORS DNI

[spark-circuit]

Billy: Ohhh, why does everything have to be so complicated...?

Nicole: Okay, look. If you want something bad, you have to fight for it. Step up your game, Billy. Break out the L-word.

Billy: Lesbian?

Anby: The other L-word.

Billy: ...Lesbians?

[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!

[kingofthe7sins]

"I missed you, Moonlight."❤️‍🔥

(Commission by the spectacular Laizy_Boy04 of my Zenless OC Amadeus Valentine and Von Lycaon. I'm thinking of calling this ship LoveWolf.)🐯❤️‍🔥🐺

[coffeecakecatt]

A little comic I did of my oc Vellum with Lycaon. This is one of their quiet little flirting rituals after getting more confident about their crush.

[kaleochu]

vonkai huggy draw-over 🧡❤️

i don't do art ever but ive been feeling really inspired and gay and thought id put these two in a situation

draw-over pose under cut!!

i found this on here but there wasn't a source, im sorry :'<

[nemo-in-wonderland]

So, just sharing this quick sketch that I did this morning as a warm up, when I couldn't progress with my Mephistea artwork.

I already know that I will be so lost for this man when Veilguard will come out, so I am just bringing myself ahead and practicing drawing him and my rook, Ravenna, so I will cut myself some time lololol

Ngl, I ADORED working on this, and drawing them in the best setting I know: cuddling in bed while lovingly looking in each other's eyes. The comfort was EVERYTHING.

Honestly, I can so imagine Lucanis looking adoringly at Ravenna, finally able to just rest and unwind, listening to her, as she recounts him all the funny things that happened to her and Emmrich while they were taking care of the spirits and whatnot (please, do keep in mind that I am actively avoiding any info from the dev because I want to experience everything once the game comes out. So if there are inconsistency with the lore, do excuse me for that lolol).

I like to think that the sounds of Ravenna's voice helps Lucanis quiet some of his turmoil down, and help him get asleep. :)

Well, I hope you will like this!

--Nemo

[shalomniscient]

[nsft utc] (jane doe x reader)

“c’mon, how ‘bout we try again, sweetheart?”

you lean back in the interrogation chair, one arm on the armrest, the other on her waist. your hand on the armrest has her tail wrapped around your knuckles like a cord, and you have the base of her tip pinched gently between two fingers to prevent her from doing anything naughty like trying to nick you. though, you don’t really think she has quite enough brain capacity for mischief at the moment, stuffed full of your cock as she is.

jane makes a strangled, huffing noise, nails digging into your shoulders through your detective’s coat. her pretty teal eyes are half-lidded, and a delicate flush sits on her pale cheeks. her shorts are discarded somewhere, and you’ve conveniently created a nice hole in her leggings to access her pretty cunt. the fact that jane herself had decided to forgo underwear is a bonus—or maybe something she planned as well.

“don’t know what you mean, detective,” she breathes, rocking her hips again, or at least trying to. you hold her in place with a firm hand, keeping her still, and a petulant noise slips from her lips. you chuckle lightly, then without warning, snap your hips up roughly. jane yelps, then moans, eyes rolling back she she squeezes tight around you.

“sure you do, sweetheart,” you coo, lazily shifting your hips. the sheer size of you ensures that each of your movements hits at least one of her sweet spots every time, creating an almost endlessly pleasurable experience for as long as she sits on your cock. “you wanna stop lyin’ to me?”

she laughs, and the look in her eye turns dangerous, challenging. it makes a thrill run through you, your veins lighting up both with oxytocin and adrenaline. her fingers thread in the hair at the base of your neck, giving a sharp tug to make you look up at her. “what makes you think you deserve the truth?”

“bit of a spitfire today, ain’tcha?” you muse, unbothered by her little display. your hand on her waist shifts a little lower and your thumb brushes her swollen, neglected clit, and she’s nearly immediately folding, muscles in her abdomen jumping and a throaty moan spilling from her lips. you pair it with another slow roll of your hips, and she cries out, her eyes nearly disappearing into her skull. “but ‘s alright, sweetheart. we got a few hours before anyone comes knockin’, and that’s enough time for me to get ya to confess, ain’t it?”

it’s a rhetorical question. she opens her mouth to answer, undoubtedly with some smartass thing, but you fuck up into her before she can and her words break on a squeak of pleasure. and this time, you really get going, one hand holding her down and ensuring she sinks onto your cock all the way each time while your hips ruthlessly piston into her. her thighs tremble from the impact, and you think idly that it’s a shame you don’t have her bent over the interrogation table like last time so you can see the way her cute ass shakes with each thrust. ah, no matter. there’s always next time.

you focus back on railing her absolutely senseless, your thumb toying with her clit as you go. jane’s fingers tighten in your hair, her head thrown back in pleasure, and you take the opportunity to lean forward and seal your lips on her chest, even through the thin fabric of her top. jane whines when your tongue laps at her stiff nipple, coaxing it to hardness through her clothing. her back arches, and she pushes more of her breast into your mouth. you tend to her almost hungrily, giving each tit the same amount of attention until you feel her squeezing even tighter around you. then you draw back with a wet smack, grinning like a cat who got the cream.

“gonna cum, sweetheart? wanna finally be honest with me?”

teal eyes meet yours, and you still see the hint of challenge in them. in response, you slow down ever so slightly, and suddenly they’re widening, defiance giving way to desperation as she rapidly shakes her head, bouncing on your lap to not lose the stimulation. “n-no, please,” she manages, still trying to ride you, “fuck, baby, don’t stop— don’t you dare stop—“

“tell me what i wanna hear, sweetheart, and i’ll let you cum,” you coo, holding her in place, and you know if jane had her tail free she’d probably strangle you. instead she just looks at you with glossy eyes as she rides you, plush bottom lip trembling.

“no one— no one fucks me like you do,” she confesses, burying her head in the crook of your neck. “need you so bad, baby, this fucking assignment— haven’t been fucked in weeks and i need it—“

you soothe her with a kiss to her temple and another hard rut of your hips. “see? wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it? let me take care of you now, darlin’.”

and take care of her you do. you release her tail in favor of gently wrapping your arms around her as you fuck into her, holding her close to you. she’s small, and fits perfectly against your form. jane’s tail slithers down to wrap around your leg, and you chuckle at her unspoken need for closeness. you kiss the side of her face, her neck, her shoulder as you fuck your cock in and out of her dripping cunt, until her teeth sink into your shoulder and she cums with a strangled cry. you grunt as she squeezes you like a vise, eagerly drawing whatever you have to give her. you’d been backed up yourself, and your cum ends up leaking out of the seal her pussy forms around your base.

you sigh and lean back in the chair, carding your fingers through her hair. “you alright, sweetheart? need some water?”

jane shudders, and then her lips press against your pulse point. she shifts a little, making both of you hiss at the slight overstimulation, but then she presses closer against you. you hum and run a hand up and down her back soothingly.

“missed you,” she murmurs, her voice small and raw and honest in a way you know is reserved for you. for as much as jane loves toying with her prey, she isn’t infallible or immune to her own heart. and neither are you—hence why when zhu yuan took her in on the pretext of an interrogation, you’d commandeered it immediately. you deal with CIs anyway, so it was fine.

“missed you too, sweetheart,” you whisper back. “always.”

in about half an hour, you’ll pretend to leave the door unlocked and she’ll pretend to escape, and then you’ll both pretend to not know each other until the day jane brings all her criminals to light, and you’ll be there to cuff every last one of them. but until then, you hold your wife close to your heart, where she should be.

[minquiec]

KIIITTYYYYYUUHHHHH

[lukarion-ven]

more venlune stuff!

he's greener than chlorophyll in most of my headcanons istg i need therapy delulu lvl 999

[trevolinesmelody]

Night Night zzz