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hi im LUMIEN [THEY / THEM | 21] and for the price of ASK ME IN MY REQUESTS i will write for you
demon slayer
kaiju no.8
wind breaker
i literally can't remember what i've watched but there's a lot in here.
etc... my brain's so mushy its hard to remember. if you ask for a fandom i cant write i will tell you upfront i cannot complete the request :pray:
things i can write for you
angst
hurt / comfort (which i guess is a subset of angst)
idm fluff. but it usually comes with a side of angst first.
i dont mind doing nsfw but you cannot expect it to be good. that is all
other notes
uhh. i will usually try to write full one-shots if i can.
if you just want some headcanons i can also do those for you, but please specify in the request >_<.
i MAY IGNORE ASKS. do not take this personally if you submitted something and i did not respond to it. it could have been for a litany of reasons but sometimes i just dont jive well with an ask and leave it in the box.
Okay so I just binge read all your kaijuu no.8 fics, and I literally have butterflies in my stomach?!? You are crazy talented, I can’t wait to finish with Wind Breaker so I can do the same.😭 That’s it I just wanted to rant! Hope you have an amazing day!💗💗
haha! omg, thank you so much ;-;! i know i'v been away for a bit but these kind words and also the continuous just... sharing and liking of my work really does mean more than you guys know :'')
Might I say that the Hoshina x Painter! reader was a brush stroke of genius. It's superb so if its possible, I'd like to request a part two?
Maybe Hoshina gets to go out on a date. And of course, the recruits quickly finding out about this and they sort of try to spy on them while they go about their day. Up to you really. I just live for the concept, and I defo want to see how things play out. Especially since their worlds are so far apart from each other.
He probably doesn't know the first thing about art. And Reader probably knows nothing of Kaijus. Let alone swordsmanship or martial arts. And the sudden match made between them is sure to make rapid news around Tachikawa base because, 'Ayo that's our Vice Captain with the famous painter who just so happened to paint his portrait a few days ago?' AKAKHSKNS such an endearing concept.
notes: insanely good pun. i hope this is okay! part 2 of this fic.
the second stroke
soshiro hoshina x gn!reader
no warnings apply, i think! let me know, though.
word count: 1306
talking to hoshina was–awkward. or so you thought, at least. you couldn’t exchange many words following the panel, apart from saying hi–hoshina had immediately gotten swarmed with questions–what was the relationship between the two of you? what was the meaning behind what you’d said? so you’d managed to find him in the aftermath, pulled him aside and made tentative plans to meet up in the coming days.
you stopped having dreams of your mysterious muse altogether at this point. once in awhile, you thought you might have felt the faint whisper of warmth, the ghosting touch of lips brushed against the side of your face. that had to have been real, right? but the fact that you couldn’t remember your dreams now–if you even had them at all, worried you more th an you’d like to admit.
you’d agreed on a date in a discrete location–but despite that, you held a pretty large parasol in the park, with loose-fitting clothes to disguise the bulk of your figure.
“so it’s true, then?” hoshina asks as the two of you wander the park, past some shady trees. “that’s… i mean, it’s… pretty… ha, i mean, that kind of stuff comes out of a romance novel, no?”
you like the way the sunlight dapples across his hair, dances across the bridge of his nose. your fingers itch to paint, to scrape a palette knife across a stretch of canvas.
“it sounds far fetched to me, too,” you mumble, spinning the straw of your drink. “that i would dream of a man from a past life–who… happens to be you. happened. to be you. also in a past life. and i think… well, i–i think we were lovers? or-or something like that.”
“lovers,” hoshina echoes.
he pauses.
your face feels hot.
“it’s stupid,” you mumble. “i know. i know it is.”
“it’s not,” hoshina says. “i mean–i’m not… a believer. in most of that kind of stuff, but. you painted me.” he laughs. “that’s gotta be proof of something bigger than the both of us. i don’t know if i should be happy or sad that it’s real. like–”
he flexes his hands.
“do you get what i mean? like–like… i’ve been telling myself that-that… i was doing everything within my power–to be the way i was, and then… if there really is some kind of divine providence, pulling us together–some red string of fate, the kind that bonds lovers together–how am i so sure that a god didn’t just decide the limits of my capabilities? i’m not sure… how to feel about it.”
you ponder his words.
“fighting kaiju is… a completely new world, compared to me,” you say. “but i’m sure even if it–even if it was divine providence, you’re doing something only you can do. and–and i think that’s wonderful.”
hoshina’s eyes soften.
“wonderful?” he murmurs.
“yeah,” you say. “someone–not just someone, but… we’re all… relying on you. that’s something i could never imagine.”
“i mean–” hoshina laughs, brushing a hand across the back of his neck. “i couldn’t imagine painting the way you do. that seems so overwhelming–to conjure things from your imagination and deliver them to the page.”
you shake your head.
“it’s a bit of that, but it’s not completely from my imagination. i do a lot of portraits–with real models, things like that,” you mumble, your face flushing a little bit at his words. “it’s… mm. a complicated progress, but it’s not nearly as physically intensive as you fighting kaiju. i-i read a bit. from some of your press interviews.”
“oh?” hoshina’s eyes widen, and he laughs. “that’s–well, i didn’t… most of those were just–scripted.”
“my press interviews are, too,” you say.
hoshina’s lips quirk up.
“i guess we’re kind of the same, yeah?” hoshina says, nudging you slightly, his hand reaching out to cross the gap between the two of you–of you. he doesn’t intrude further though, even as he crosses the gap—seemingly shy and nervous, worried and careful not to do more until you were okay with it.
you relax your stance a little, and his hand brushes against yours.
“i guess so,” you say, blinking up at him. your face feels hot.
you don’t know whether the fluttering in your heart is from you or if it’s from that whisper of a past life, the repeated lines of affection–that it should feel this easy to fall for hoshina, because some version of you did, a stranger-yet-familiar-yet-familiar. hoshina’s expression is somehow fond, and he leans closer before–
he suddenly perks up, his head whirling around, checking the surroundings.
“what’s–” you start, but hoshina raises a hand, glancing at you before raising a finger to his lips. you fall silent, your heart pounding against your throat.
“come out,” hoshina says sharply. “you guys aren’t subtle at all. you’re lucky that kaiju are so stupid.”
from behind one of the trees, several people come skulking out with lowered heads, as if they were scolded toddlers.
“i told you this was a bad idea,” says a boy with mint green hair, elbowing a taller, older man. the man hangs his head, recoiling dramatically at the boy’s touch. “you can’t get past hoshina at all.”
“in my defense,” the man says apologetically, remorsefully, “i was just curious where he was going… it’s not often he takes days off. you know this.”
“i warned you,” says a woman with her hair drawn up in a tall ponytail. her voice is quiet, but she’s striking–and you wonder what kind of charcoal you might use to sketch out the sharp lines of her face–and then you realize you’ve seen her face scattered across billboards. mina ashiro?
“i love this bit you guys do,” hoshina laughs, archly, “where you talk like i’m not even here. come on. if you want to–hey, put that–put that down. don’t–”
mina lowers her phone as hoshina blurts it out, her face bemused.
“sorry,” mina says. “force of habit. i keep an album of every moment where you let your goody facade drop. do you want to see?” she looks at you, holding out her phone. “i have some where he’s asle–”
“not on the first date,” hoshina says, his voice pitching higher.
“first date?” the man’s eyes widen. “captain hoshina, you’re on a date? with that artist? the one who drew you?”
your eyes scan between him and hoshina.
“yes,” hoshina says tersely. “is it that weird?”
“no,” the man says. “just–you don’t seem like the romantic… type?”
“i’m not,” hoshina says.
you feel something like cold ice seize your throat.
“but i… i want to try,” hoshina amends, and his hand reaches out for yours, a grasping thread of intent. you entangle your fingers in his, and the weight of his hands feels right. like a preordained fate–you were always meant to find each other, and the weight and feel of his fingers entangling yours, his knuckles tightening as if he was afraid to see you disappear–
that was right.
“if we’re really bonded by fate, anyway,” hoshina says, glancing at you–and your heart seizes in your throat, caught by how earnest he seems– “i want to see it to the end.”
your face heats up.
“it was–it was just a painting,” you mumble.
“a really good painting,” hoshina adds, and he laughs.
“you guys are cute,” mina says. “but you’re grossing me out. just a little.”
her face is impassive, but the corners of her lips quirk up a little as she says the words.
“oh, how it hurts,” hoshina says dramatically, pulling you closer to him, “to have stirred the ice-cold heart of mina ashiro so.”
and your face flushes again, brighter, but you cling tightly to hoshina like a lifeline, and wonder what shade of red you might use to carve out the feeling of love in your chest.
I wanted to say that I adore your writing style. The way you picture Hoshina is so good!!! I hope you are doing fine, thank you for sharing your writing with us!
Also, i just thought to ask, do you ever plan on writing the pt.2 to "every 'one line' drawn". It was so beautiful!
Have a nice day!
Yes, it's in the works, don't worry. I took a break from writing for a bit because I got burnt out. Sorry!
Hey, here's a fun new game. Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
You’re welcome! It’s okay to take a break if you’re feeling burnt out, I definitely can understand what that’s like. Take a breather and enjoy the time you can to relax. You deserve it! 
