#lighter x reader

[omgopalsapphire]

[takusan-no-ai]

Blazewood Teddy Bear

PAIRING: Caesar/Lighter/Burnice/Piper/Luciana x Male Reader (Familia) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: The Sons of Calydon come together to raise a troubled youth.

Despite being the usual one to give into impulse it was actually Lighter who had found you, a young boy, no older than seven, clinging to his leg. At first Caesar was ready to treat you just like any other in the Outer Ring, insisting on finding your parents. But then she noticed how your grip tightened on Lighter’s leg, and the small yet stark marks all over your frail body.

It wasn’t the first time Caesar had to babysit a kid, so she went into mom mode immediately and tried to befriend you. Unfortunately her first few attempts weren’t successful; you were a boy who just got through a tough situation, so naturally you weren’t all that trusting to most. Still Caesar wouldn’t give up, determined to form a secure and loving bond with you.

Caesar hadn’t always been the best with words or flowery expressions. Yet she always managed to make everyone smile; it was one of her best qualities as the Overlord. She took notice of how malnourished you were, and so Caesar made sure to keep you well fed, eventually getting you to be comfortable eating around her. It was a small step that showed your heart was still willing to trust.

Lighter found you not far from a small town. He knew you were from there; a boy your age would have had no chance of survival otherwise. And yet he could tell from how hyper vigilant you were that whatever that place was to you wasn’t a home. He approached you cautiously with a smile, having asked you if you needed somewhere safe to sleep the night; he didn’t want to make the choice seem permanent and further stress you out.

He knew exactly why he wanted to help you, not just because you were a little kid, but because Lighter saw himself in you. Scared, alone, and unsure of the future. Hell you could hardly even remember your name. Just saying it seemed to make you shiver. Your emotions were out of control; one moment sad the next kicking and screaming, and then afterwards you’d just get quiet. Lighter couldn’t pinpoint why you seemed to cling to him but he was happy you did.

Overtime your anxiety seemed to drown out in the positive environment that was the Son’s of Calydon. With the help of Lighter you went from a frail buck to a healthy boy, experiencing sudden growth spurts that almost made you as tall as Piper. And despite occasionally needing comfort from the nightmares of your past, you were growing stronger everyday. In a way Lighter was healing too. It was as if the young man in him was finally saved from the ring.

When you were initially more closed off from others, a person like Burnice seemed to be your worst nightmare. She was genuinely nice to you and truly meant no harm, but to a kid burnt too many times from love bombing, she was a walking red flag. It took a while with the others to realize that Burnice was just like that naturally.

The main reason she wanted to hang out with you so much was due to your own social withdrawal. You didn’t talk much, often leaning too much on Lighter to speak for you. Burnice wasn’t a psychologist; she didn’t know the in’s and out’s of the human mind. But she did know that bad social skills would negatively impact anyone.

Unfortunately you were somewhat forced to learn social skills with Burnice around. The others did keep her in check whenever she got too crazy, but you had to set some boundaries or else she’d try to get you to party till dawn. For instance, it took reminding her you were a little boy for her to stop offering you nitro fuel. Although her attitude was rather lackluster, Burnice would certainly be a much better adult in your life once you’re old enough to hang with her.

Piper had her experience with youthful souls before, so a boy as jaded as you wasn’t anything new. She could tell from how silent and distant you were that trust would be difficult to build. Eventually you did come around to talking more, sometimes with her, and most responses were kept simple. But Piper knew you were just testing boundaries.

Everything seemed too good to be true when everyone treated you so much better. It was a foreign experience compared to where you came from. So much so that you were certain it wouldn’t last if you were to act up; so to save yourself you began doing just that, seeing if they would abandon and punish you the moment you became a headache. Yet shockingly they didn’t. In fact if any of them did get annoyed they’d just bring you over to Piper, whom you were sure would be the one to discipline you.

Yet instead she just sat down with you in silence, no pressure for you to speak at all. She could tell you were on high alert; a little boy going through the worst and suddenly the best would be suspicious to anyone. But Piper already knew it’d eventually come down to your heart simply being scarred; you hoarded food, freaked out at even calm corrections, and struggled to sleep. Yet you were still a sweet boy that clung to them in need and loved being loved. So even though it was going to be a slow process, Piper wasn’t worried. She would wait.

You didn’t stay with them at first, already planning on having to leave the moment dawn set in. However old habits died hard, as you barely left Blazewood, hiding in a local area. Luciana volunteered to bring you back and found you within hours. You were curled up in a corner, overwhelmed and shaking. She related to that about you. Running away from home wasn’t easy, and she used to often struggle with even leaving the block before turning right back.

A boy like you needed help verbally expressing yourself or else you’d bottle everything up and be a doormat for the rest of the world. Luciana decided right then and there that she would make sure you had a stable and consistent life; one that would allow you to develop and grow. She also taught you how to be independent, so that if you did still want to leave them you wouldn’t have to overly depend on others to survive.

Luciana was harsh at times, but she never raised her voice or hands, nor did she threaten you. Instead Luciana made sure she was predictable and that her actions were too. This meant less affection though; Luciana wasn’t the most overtly loving person. Yet when there were times when you felt cold and alone, she’d walk up to you with a slight awkwardness as she held you tight. Because to Luciana everyone deserved to feel loved at their weakest.

- Fin

[omgopalsapphire]

[chai-writes-stuff]

u write plenty of lohen but what about lighter?

Idk i know you wrote abt lighter for zzz once do you plan on doing it again?

If so any ideas for fics abt him?

oh god im on such a lohen kick right now it aint even funny </3 thank you for the ask because i do like to hear if people want to see other things! i do have an ABUNDANCE of drafts that i don't mind to polish up/add to if people are interested!

now i will say a quick disclaimer: i am NOT actively in ZZZ or HSR fandom anymore so the possibility of me writing new works for them is slim, but i have drafts for them that i've never posted back when i WAS into them. nsfw answer ahead!

I have an old draft that I was debating on adding to or not, but I was not sure if there would be interest! its called sex on the beach and involves lighter and his established-girlfriend!reader, and i was planning on finishing it out as a semi-public thighjob oneshot. im so happy to see people are interested in lighter works as he is one of my fave zzz characters. i just adore his personality, backstory, and of course his uh... other things. we'll just say... pectorals. yeah.

thanks for the ask nonnie! if you or anyone else wants to be tagged when i post that oneshot, please lmk! <3

[cryoculus]

little smth i put tgt from this post 🦭

you’ve heard rumors about some illegal fighting ring thriving in the shadows of your neighborhood. the operation’s entirely underground, and something tells you the local authorities have been fed enough hush money to choke on. still, you mind your business and keep your head down—the only way to buy a little peace around these parts.

until a man turns up on your doorstep, beaten halfway to death.

he’s bleeding through his shirt, asking if you have a first-aid kit because the local clinic doesn’t open until dawn, and he's sure a few of his ribs are currently floating in pieces. you almost get distracted by the way the dog tags sitting at his throat gleam in the light on your front porch.

he isn’t quite a stranger to you. you’ve seen him around while running errands. a recluse with eyes always hidden behind the dark tint of his sunglasses; whose gait always told you he’s carrying more weight than he ought to.

it’s none of your business, whatever trouble he’s got himself tangled up in. you know the rule about feeding stray dogs: give them a scrap once, and you’ve given them an invitation to keep coming back. you don't need him hovering around your life. you don't need the trouble.

but as his blood starts to pool on your welcome mat, the door remains open.

you learn while disinfecting the cuts on his face that his name is lighter.

you also learn, the moment he peels off his bloodied shirt, that he’s the kind of man who has survived things he shouldn’t. the scars stretching across his torso are jagged valleys of old violence—the branding of a mercenary, or maybe a hollow raider who spent too much time dancing along the edge of the abyss.

that’s when it occurs to you that he isn’t wearing his sunglasses.

and his eyes are a beautiful shade of green.

lighter is straightforward in his gratitude. he doesn’t promise any sort of recompense for your trouble, nor does he just rudely strut out of your home once you’ve finished bandaging his ribs. but he does stare you down in a way that would’ve felt intimidating, had you not gotten so used to living in a place full of thugs.

“thank you.”

his boots groan against the floorboards as he sees himself out, and when the front door clicks shut, white silence rings in your ears as you tell yourself you’re never doing that again.

a week later, the doorbell buzzes in the middle of the night, and you only get out of bed to tell whoever it is to get lost. but the moment you open the door and see the split lip on lighter’s face, your resolve crumbles like cheap asphalt under a sudden downpour.

the routine sticks longer than you would like. every week or-so, he would show up with new cuts and bruises for you to patch up, and even if you very much had the freedom to turn him away, you always let him cross the threshold of your home.

you’d think you could have learned a thing or two about him by now. but the only vulnerability that lighter would ever afford himself around you is sitting perfectly still while you did his bandages. you thought your relationship with him would only ever amount to this, until one night you blurt something you probably shouldn’t have.

“when will you ever stop trying to get yourself killed?”

lighter doesn’t answer right away. he just sits there on the edge of your worn-out kitchen chair while you work. you’re standing between his knees, a strip of medical tape pulled taut between your fingers, entirely too aware of how thin the silk of your nightslip is. a week ago, you would’ve thrown on a bathrobe. tonight, you hadn’t even bothered to look in the mirror before unlocking the deadbolt. you’ve fallen into a rhythm with a ghost, and ghosts don't care about propriety.

but your chest is tight, hot anger bubbling up before you can swallow it down.

“seriously,” you grumble, pressing the tape onto his side a little rougher than necessary. he doesn't even flinch. “i’m not a medic, lighter. i’m just the idiot who happens to live down the street from whatever alley you keep getting thrown into. you make me clean up after your messes every single week, and for what? we aren’t even friends. i don’t even know your last name.”

you turn around to toss the plastic packaging into the trash, your hands shaking just a little. “it’s ridiculous. you drop dead on my porch, expect me to play nurse in the middle of the night, and then you just walk out without a word. i’m tired of wiping your blood off my floorboards.”

when you turn back around to grab the antiseptic wipes, you expect him to give you that usual, heavy silence. the blank stare that makes you feel like you're talking to a brick wall.

instead, lighter leans forward.

because you’re standing right in front of him, the sudden shift cuts the distance between you to nothing. his hands find the outer curve of your thighs, pinning you to the spot. your breath hitches and the complaints instantly die in your throat.

he tilts his head up, dark hair falling into his face, fringing those sharp green eyes. up close, you can see the faint ring of red in his irises.

“you’re awfully chatty tonight,” he murmurs, his voice a gravelly vibration that brushes against your collarbone.

“because you’re—” you start, your voice cracking. you make the mistake of letting your eyes drop to his mouth, to the fresh split on his lower lip that you haven’t even disinfected yet.

lighter doesn’t give you a chance to finish the thought. he closes the remaining distance, his face stopping mere inches from yours.

“if you want me to stop coming,” he whispers, his thumb brushing against the hem of your slip, “you have to actually lock the door.”

the arrogance of it should make you snap, but the proximity is overwhelming. before you can even think of a comeback, lighter bridges the gap and presses his mouth to yours.

nothing about it is gentle. lighter kisses you as though the adrenaline is still pumping through his veins. his lips are chapped, tasting faintly of copper and the cold night air, and the moment your mouths meet, whatever restraint you had left vanishes. you groan into his mouth, fingers instantly tangling into the damp, dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer until you're leaning entirely into his chest.

he lets out a ragged noise, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you flush against him. his tongue slides past your teeth, deep and demanding, parting your lips in a messy, uncoordinated rush that leaves you completely breathless. he kisses you like he fights—relentless, aggressive, taking whatever he wants because he doesn’t know if he'll be around to see tomorrow.

your knees go weak against the friction of his jeans, your chest heaving against his bare, scarred skin as the pressure of his lips on yours deconstructs every rule you’ve ever set for yourself. you knew feeding a stray was a bad idea.

you just didn’t realize how easily he’d tear you apart once you finally let him inside.

[chai-writes-stuff]

love letters for lighter | lighter x reader | SFW | drabble

summary: the girls in the outer ring kind of have a thing for your boyfriend. you shouldn't let it bother you, but you can't help your jealous tendencies. themes: victoria-housekeeping!reader, upper-class!reader, fire-attribute!reader, mild hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, established relationship, pet names word count: 979

“Lighter. What in the world are all of these?”

You held a thick stack of envelopes before you, a single eyebrow raised. There was an assortment of colors and sizes of stationery in your hand, but one thing they all had in common was heart decals and girly handwriting that said To Lighter.

“Ah, those,” he replied, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “The girls around town hand me those sometimes. I guess they’re love letters?”

“Love letters.”

“Yeah.”

Fwooom!

Blue flame sprouted from your hands, burning each and every letter you held into black ash. You smiled so innocently as you incinerated them all, and as dense as he knew himself to be, even he could tell something was up with you. A nervous sweat broke out across his forehead as he innocently held his hands up, feeling an awful lot like a criminal apprehended by PubSec.

“It’s not like I kept them ‘cause I was gonna respond to them or anything. I just kept getting those mixed up with my bills.”

“Your bills,” you murmured, still beaming. “Yes, because your bills do occasionally come in bright pink stationery, and sometimes, the utility companies even beg you to fuck them in your monthly statements! Who could blame you for the potential confusion?!”

“Ah, come on, cupcake, cut me some slack. You know I’m not as—.”

“Yes, Lighter, I do know that you’re not as bright as me! Don’t try to use that as an excuse again!”

You took the words right out of his mouth. Clamping his lips shut, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head in a last ditch effort to appease you.

“I’m sorry. If I had known they would bother you, I would’ve thrown them away as soon as I got them. I swear you’re the only girl for me, cupcake.”

You let out a loud sigh. He wasn’t sure if it was safe, but he decided to take a peek up at you anyways. Your arms were crossed over your chest and your eyes were closed—presumably to help contain your rage. Still looking upset, you muttered, “It’s not that I doubt your fidelity. I just get so incredibly frustrated with how oblivious you are sometimes. Surely you realize the effect you have on women?”

“I don’t really pay attention to all that,” he said truthfully. “I only care about the effect I have on you, cupcake.”

A splash of color rose to your cheeks. Your eyes slid open, looking down at him as you pouted. When you looked this cute, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Get up, Lighter,” you sighed. “Please.”

He did exactly as you said, reaching for your elbows to coax your arms uncrossed. Sliding his palms from your forearms to your hands, he squeezed them between his as he dared to get closer. You didn’t object to a kiss on the cheek, but you turned your face away when he tried for your lips.

“I’m still upset, but it’s none of your concern anymore. I just need time.”

“What are you talking about, babe?” he purred against your ear. “You’re my girl. If my girl’s upset, it’s totally my concern.”

“You…really do have a way with words sometimes. It won’t make me any less mad at you though.”

“Damn.”

You slipped out of his grasp, turning your back to him at the same time. Headed in the direction of the front door, you said, “I’ll get over it. Eventually.”

“Wait, where are you going?” he asked, following behind you. “Just need air or something?”

“I’m going back to New Eridu.”

“What? No, don’t do that. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for weeks.”

“As have I.” You glanced at him, your expression neutral. “Though it seems that plenty of the girls in the Outer Ring look forward to seeing you every day. Why should I deprive them of you then?”

“Oh, come on,” he said, but you wouldn’t stop. Crossing through the door right after you, Lighter desperately called out, “Babe. Cupcake.”

He grasped your wrist in an attempt to stop you, but you easily shook him off. You led him straight to your convertible, but he caught the door before you could slam it shut. You gave him a piercing glare, but he wouldn’t let up so easily, not when he had missed you like this.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated for the umpteenth time. “I really am. I really don’t want you to go, cupcake.”

Your glare softened somewhat.

“It’s not like I want to go either. I’m just…I’m really upset, and I don’t want to say or do something that could ruin this. Knowing me, it would only be a matter of time.”

“Babe,” he murmured, leaning over the hood of your car. “I love you way too much to let things just fall apart like that. We’ve been through some rough patches, but we always turn out just fine, don’t we?”

You blinked rapidly, directing your gaze to your windshield. Quietly, you nodded your head.

“Aw, cupcake. Please don’t cry.”

You didn’t resist when he turned your chin, allowing him to press a gentle kiss to your lips as your tears began to flow. You sniffled, whimpering, “I’m sorry. I just get so jealous sometimes that I can hardly stand it. It’s not your fault that I’m insecure.”

“It’s okay, babe. If that’s how all the letters make you feel, you’ll never see another one of them again—I promise.” He smiled at you, stroking his thumb beneath your lip. “Just believe me when I tell you that you’re my one and only girl, will you?”

You nodded. “I believe you, Lighter.”

“Good.” He kissed you again, letting his lips linger this time. Caressing your chin with his thumb, he asked, “Will you stay? Please?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded.

this is a drabble from my unpublished zzz drafts that i may post to ao3 as well. im planning to post more lighter and some lycaon. if you liked it, please consider liking, reblogging, and/or commenting! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ masterlist | ask | ao3

[urujsj1886]

Hello! Can I ask Lighter and Billy (seperate) x shy! fem! reader headcanons? Of that she has crush on them, and is inspired by Lighter, that he's confident, can stand up for himself and for others, not caring what others say about him, and he looks handsome. And by Billy she find even he's goofy and energetic, and get called often by Nicole, he does not let himself belittled (Srry Eng is not my first language), and continue show his passion for Starlight knight. And of course he's strong. While reader has low self systeem, and is shy, also very sweet. Just pure fluff and comfort hdc.

Sorry for this long ask. 😅

And I hope you have good day.

No your good, and I hope you're having a good day so far. And sorry for the wait

～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆

Lighter

⯎You first notice Lighter not just because he is undeniably handsome, but because of his absolute self-assurance. As someone who struggles to speak up, watching him effortlessly defend his friends and brush off insults like lint leaves you completely awed

⯎Initially, you content yourself with watching him from afar at the Sons of Calydon camp. You admire how he never lets the rough Outer Rim environment harden his spirit, using his strength exclusively to shield others

⯎Whenever his sharp, confident gaze accidentally meets yours, your heart runs a marathon. You immediately look down, fiddling with your hands, which Lighter actually finds incredibly endearing

⯎Lighter might seem focused only on his training and his fuel, but he is incredibly perceptive. He notices the quiet, sweet girl who always seems to perk up whenever he talks about standing your ground

⯎He catches you being pushed around or spoken down to by a rowdy proxy or scavenger. Before you can panic, Lighter steps in, wraps an arm around your shoulder, and shuts the agitators down with a sharp, confident grin

⯎After they scurry off, he doesn't pity you. Instead, he looks down at you, bumps your shoulder playfully, and says, "You gotta hold your head up high. Don't let people like that think they can dim your light."

⯎Once Lighter knows you want to be more confident, he takes it upon himself to be your personal cheerleader. He will actively create low-stakes situations for you to practice speaking up, standing right behind you like a protective shadow

⯎While you are busy being inspired by his confidence, Lighter is secretly being undone by your shyness. When you softly compliment his bravery—or tell him he looked really handsome during a match—the "Unbeatable Champion" completely stutters, his ears turning bright red under his hair

⯎Your breakthrough moment happens when someone tries to badmouth Lighter's fighting style while you are nearby. Fuelled by your crush and everything he taught you, you surprisingly snap back at them. Lighter witnesses this, and the proud, dazzling smile he gives you makes every ounce of fear vanish

⯎Lighter is loud and high-energy around the crew, but when he is alone with you, he tones it down. He appreciates the quiet peace you bring into his chaotic life

⯎Because he knows you get anxious in big crowds, he will firmly wrap his large, calloused hand around yours. It is his silent way of saying, "I'm right here, no one is going to mess with you."

⯎He won't make you confess first because he knows it would stress you out. Instead, after a long day, he’ll look at you with total sincerity and say, "I like having you around. A lot. You’ve got a lot of heart, and I want to be the guy who gets to protect it."

Billy

☆Billy is always at maximum volume, but he genuinely appreciates your calm, sweet presence. He thinks your shyness is incredibly cute and never pressures you to speak up. He becomes a protective barrier when social situations overwhelm you

☆Nicole Demara will frequently yell at Billy for wasting money or being a goofball. Billy never lets it get him down; he just laughs it off or strikes a dramatic pose. If Nicole’s sharp tongue accidentally makes you shrink back, Billy steps in instantly. He will put an arm around you and say, "Hey, boss, go easy! They are the heart of this team!"

☆People might call his obsession childish, but Billy refuses to be belittled for what he loves. You are his favorite audience because you actually listen to his passionate rants without judging him. He will drag you to watch reruns of Starlight Knight, sharing his popcorn and getting hyped. He tells you that you have the "heart of a true hero," which melts your shy disposition

☆He acts like a cartoon character, but Billy is an incredibly lethal, top-tier cyborg fighter. The moment a Corrupted gets near you, his goofy demeanor vanishes into cold, calculated precision. After effortlessly wiping out a room of monsters, he immediately twirls his guns, looks at you, and asks, "Did I look cool?"

☆If you criticize yourself, Billy will gasp dramatically and list five things he loves about you. He understands your shyness and never forces you into the spotlight or crowded places. He loves holding your hand because his metallic fingers feel warm, grounding you when you feel anxious.

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[bunni-v1]

random thought

Do you think lighter from zzz carries pads around or a hairband on his wrist for the girls? Like alot of them eeat outfits with no pockets or really small ones (i think only one with a pocket thet could fit a phone was piper but dont trust me) so like is he the storage or does he have a bunch of random things the girls leave in his room

Also saw this cute fanart of the girls calling him cause they used too much product (like skin care and hair care and all that) so they used him and it tickled my brain in a silly way girl dad or older brother of the year award goes to him trust

Lighter “I love my girls” Lorenz? That guy? Yeah, for sure.

I think it’s something that would’ve started on accident, way, way, wayyyyyy before he was willing to be emotionally attached to the girls. Caesar more than likely was on her period, realized she had no place to put her pads (she strikes me as a pad girlie… idk), and just… asked lighter.

“Yo, you look like you’ve got room in those pockets! Hold these for me, yeah!”

And Lighter, who was supposed to be looking out for them was like, okay sure whatever you need. Then Bernice picked up on it, and now he’s holding onto her tampons, Piper joined in, and finally Lucy shyly asked him to do the same for her. Being that he’s observant, he figures out when each of them start, and carried around their favorite brand and such accordingly. (They tease him relentlessly for it, but appreciate it all the same).

Eventually that bleeds over into him having hair ties, makeup wipes, etc. for them whenever they need it. He was the one carrying stuff around more than not, so it just became part of his routine to have these things.

It’s a godsend as his partner, because he always has whatever you need when you need it. Complaining about your hair getting in your face, don’t worry, he’s got scrunchies and hair ties and clips abundant. Your period started early? You’ve got an array of options, pick your size and brand, the girls won’t mind if it’s you. Makeup running? Need to charge your phone? No space in your pockets for something? Lighters on the case.

Be sure to thank the girls properly at some point!!

I think once he’s more comfortable with the girls, he’s probably a little more lenient in letting them do “girly” things with him. He’s a tough guy at heart, so he doesn’t usually let them give him facials or anything, but occasionally… he can be convinced.

It’s soooo cute, he lets them push his hair back with the cute little hairband with the bow on top. Lather his face in some cream that makes him feel all sticky, put cucumbers over his eyes. It’s not so bad, he actually secretly likes it… not that they’d hear him admit that.

He’s so cutie, I kinda miss writing lighter…. maybe I should do it again…….