lilithinstarlight

[lilithinstarlight]

Hi hi! This is the person who requested the Freminet x seacreature!Reader! I saw you were interested in anons and was wondering if I could be considered 🍰 Anon?

Yippie! 🎉🎉

Also sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I’m on the verge of passing out rn 😭🙏

Here's my request? (These are becoming more of me just rambling about scenarios 😔😔) : Lyney x Secretive!Reader

(Ik you just did a Lyney related post but I love this little guy <3 (I'll try being more diverse next time)

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Imagine;

Lyney is taking a walk around town, he isn’t sure how he got here nor why he is here but it’s peaceful. Well until he sees someone dressed in all black from head to toe (I imagine something like a veil on their face as well but that’s not as important) to say it was weird is an understatement.

He doesn’t know how to feel about the person it definitely wasn’t something you’d normally expect someone to dress like. They sat near a café and were reading some kind of book, but it wasn’t like they paid him any mind. So he continued with his stroll, but when passing by he was stopped suddenly.

Lyney looks back to see them holding their wrist, but before he make any attempt at discussion they let go. They shift a small envelope into his hands, stands up, and walks off. It takes him a couple of seconds to understand what happened, but by the time he realizes Reader has already left…

(The letter can be anything you wish it to be :3)

It’s been a couple of weeks/months and it seems Reader had simply vanished until Lyney finds himself strolling around after a show once more. He finds himself wandering near the café he saw the mysterious person awhile ago highly expecting them to not be there once again. However he is shocked to find the person doing the exact thing as before- reading a book.

He hops into the seat next to them wishing for answers especially after reading that letter. He has been analyzing it for hours before night, looking for any second message, anything that could indicate something specific. He yet to find such a thing and he needs answers…now.

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And that is where I’ll let your mind go wild! >:3 Answer however you wish, will they be strangers? Will they be enemies? Will they be secret lovers?

What shall they be….only you can decide >:D

(I’m sorry that probably sounds so cringy 😔 I promise I’m kinda normal I’ve just been obsessed with choose your own adventure games recently)

HELLO!!!! I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! Also!!! bc i've been so busy at school i don't think i'll be able to keep this blog running... i'm super sorry but education yknow....

ANYWAYS it's totally not cringy! ur request is under the cut! :)

Though the sunlight was beginning to fade and the sky was painted in beautiful sorbet shades of an orange-to-purple mélange, Lyney found himself wandering between the silver coated houses of the more suburban areas of Fontaine.

His fingers traced the cold metal of the homes as he walked, and he softly hummed to entertain his mind. His siblings would surely be beginning to worry, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not yet. Something was... calling him.

"Ah!"

Lyney could feel his hands gripping the pavement as he let out a yelp. Looking down, he saw he had tripped on a set of stairs. Looking up, a young person sat, face hidden by a near-opaque veil. They were reading a book - Les Fleurs du Mal - and did not spare a single glance towards him as he picked himself up and dusted his clothes off. He wasn't hurt, so he decided to continue.

That person...

He shook his head. Not his business.

One step after the other, Lyney was almost completely gone from the cafe.

And then, he stopped. A cold, dry hand was clasped around his wrist. He whipped around, jerking his arm away, and saw that same veiled figure.

He opened his mouth to ask, but they slipped a note into his other hand and proceeded to run the direction he was about to head. Clearly, they had no desire to be followed.

Unable to stop his curiosity, Lyney stepped to the side of one of the houses and began to quietly and slowly open it, glancing from side to side.

To The Man in the Large Hat -

Though I am hesitant to help your kind, I feel obligated to inform that your bowtie was dropped as you fell. Please do not attempt to thank nor contact me in any way.

That was the end. His bowtie? He looked down at his shirt. Just as the letter said, he had dropped it. The more ominous bit, however, was the mention of 'your kind'. Could they have meant...

Fath-

This wasn't worth dwelling on. He turned, ignoring the lost bowtie, and began to run back home.

---- 1 Month Later ----

Only minutes ago the curtains had closed and Lyney had bowed to his loyal, loving audience for what had to have been the hundredth time. He still loved it, though by the end of such shows he was too tired to do much else but wander.

A left here, a right there, a magician always finds his way back home. Directions were never a concern. He let his feet take him where they needed to go, trusting his body and his intuition.

Today, they took him to a street with silver homes and intricately designed pavement.

The moment he noticed, he stopped in his tracks.

One month ago, this had been where he had met the person who had given him the letter. The person who had caused countless sleepless nights, spent poring over black ink and stained paper, short dreams filled with flowers and books - les fleurs du mal? - before waking up to start the cycle all over again. They had a certain beauty to them, despite none of their features being visible, something to do with the charm of mystery and the allure of the unknown. The same thing that lead scientists to discoveries and adventures to lands undiscovered had infected him, yet only for this veiled enigma... like a kind virus, one already embedded into the human condition.

Lyney squeezed his palms to bring himself back to reality. He hadn't seen or heard anything about this person after that one night, not even from his siblings, whose quiet nature lead to observances like this. Was he going to let one strange moment control his behavior? No, he decided, and he continued walking.

Making sure to watch the pavement this time, he calmly put his right foot forward, calmly let his clenched palms relax, and calmly walked up the stairs that led to the cafe.

The moment he turned towards the tables, he physically recoiled, jumping back like a wounded dog.

The writer was calmly sitting at a cafe table, steaming drink in hand, large book splayed across the table.

Archons. He knew they had specifically directed him never to talk to them... but he couldn't just let all those night go to waste. He had to get answers. He braced himself and tentatively walked towards the table.

He began to pull out a chair, and the person ignored him. He sat down, and was ignored. He leaned in, still no response. Fine.

"Hello there! It's nice to meet you again."

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You turned slowly to look at him. Was that the horrible Fatui child? What did he want with you? It was better just to get this over with, you supposed.

You sighed, and asked, "Did you read my letter?"

"Yes. And what a charming letter it was! How kind it was of you to point my bowtie out to me. Really, I just wanted to ask one question..."

"I don't want to hear it," you said with a tone of finality. You didn't care if he sent some Fatui goons after you - you could fight.

"Well, please, just hear me out! I need to know what you meant by... 'your kind'. Don't try to be soft-"

"Fatui." You cut him off. He knew damn well what you meant.

"Um," Clearly uncomfortable, he shifted in his chair, "Well, I appreciate the honesty! But, while I do know that many dislike us, we're a bit misunderstood. See, Father, who runs the House of the Hearth-"

"I said that I didn't want to hear it. Either shut up or scram."

"Is there... Is there, well, some sort reason you're opposed to us?" he asked. It seemed like a genuine question. Focalors, you hated how genuine he seemed.

"Yeah. You killed my mom." Bluntness seemed the best here. If this kid (you refused to call him by whatever his name was, even if you did seem around the same age...) was really somehow blind to the damage the Fatui did, you'd hammer it into his tiny brain.

"Oh..." he set his hands on the table, "I... I'm really sorry... about that."

You sat in silence for a minute. He was trying to figure out what to say. Some sort of excuse, probably.

"You know, I don't agree with all the actions we take. But, you see, I don't really have a choice. Father took me in when me and my siblings had nowhere else to go, so I'm obligated to be loyal and protect my home..."

Yeah. Excuses.

"But, I guess... I know how it feels... to lose a parent..." He chuckled. "I'm not good at this emotional stuff. But I wanna help."

Wait, what?

"I can't do anything that's going to put the Fatui or the House at risk... But I want to help. I want to show you that we're not all bad."

You looked up at him, surprised. Were you sure this man was even in the Fatui? He seemed much too kind. Though, it could always be an act, in order to gather information on potential threats.

Screw it, what did you have to lose?

"Well..." you started, and he looked at you expectantly, "You can start by spotting me for this coffee. I left my Mora at home." He smiled triumphantly.

"I promise, I'll show you!"

---1 Year Later---

You waited, in your veil, on the side of the House where Lyney was having a meeting with his Father. Sure, it was dangerous. But you loved it, and fine, you loved him.

The doors pushed open, and your public-enemy-private-boyfriend stepped out.

"I see you've been spying on enemy territory?" he prompted with a laugh. You nodded, smiling, though it wasn't visible under the fabric.

Once he walked down close enough for you to speak quietly, you whispered, "Like you haven't been doing that since we met."

[lilithinstarlight]

haiiii everyone i promise im still here! just a bit swamped in school and ecs rn so reqs might not be out till the weekend, srry!

[lilithinstarlight]

just like heaven

hi guys!!! wrote a VERY self-indulgent rui kamishiro x reader fic in a frenzy just now lol. it's very graphic (in the way of heavy themes i mean) and i honestly wouldn't have written this if i didn't need to get it out of my head like now. PLEASE don't read if ur in a bad mental state!!!

TWs: death, suicide, self harm, depression

When you were nine, Rui Kamishiro stumbled into your life, vibrant, strange, and too tall for his age.

You stood, head high, cotton bunny hanging from one hand and bundle of roses in the other. The black veil obscured your vision, something your sweet little auntie had given you. When you asked 'why', she had only been able to turn away, uttering a small choking noise. You hadn't fully understood, couldn't at that age, but you had a feeling that she mourned more for you than her sister.

A friend of your mother's, Ms. Kamishiro, had sat at your picnic table with her son. Though she left to mingle with the other adults, she had allowed her son to stay at the table to keep you company.

And now you stood, backs to the tables behind you, after the ceremony had moved to a small outdoor restaurant, a 'celebration of life', as you struggled to hold yourself together in front of the boy standing beside you.

"I'm strong... I don't need your help..."

"Um, that's okay, but you can cry if you wanna. I'd be super sad if my mama died..." It was a poor attempt to comfort you, but he was a kid. You didn't need kids. You reached out for an adult, a big girl, someone who knew what to do. Your arms only felt dead air. You let out a final, fatal gasp as liquid began to stream down your cheeks. Rui Kamishiro, the weirdo with the purple hair, wearing an ill-fitting tuxedo suit, wrapped his arms around your fragile shoulders as the roses fell from your hands.

Thirteen was when you discovered the feeling of fleeting euphoria dragging the razorblade your grandmother had bought you brought.

You waited until well past your bedtime, past the lights being shut off, past grandmommy and granddaddy heading off to their claustrophobic bedroom. Once your were sure the house was asleep, you would run to your bathroom and steal the razor meant for your tiny legs, and shake out the blade you had loosened a month before.

In your room, you would slice across your soft forearms, relishing in the cathartic feeling of the small drops of blood spilling out before the real pain inevitably set in.

Every day was the same. Later at school, you would head to the roof to lunch with your best friend Rui and new friend Mizuki, where they would spare your long sleeves in 90 degrees a concerned glance, which you would brush off with a teasing joke. Just like clockwork.

Today was just the same as any other day. Your bento was filled with leftover pancakes, you had gotten third place in your class's race an hour before, and the postman had waved to you on your walk to school. A feeling of calm filled your chest.

You pushed the rooftop access open, clutching your bento to your chest. You were greeted by Rui and Mizuki two feet in front of the door with concerningly serious faces.

"Y/n..." Mizuki said, seemingly unsure of where to start.

"We need to talk," Rui said, gently grasping your hand and leading you to your usual spot. You set your bento down.

"Why so serious, guys? What happened?" You gulped, already knowing where this was going to go.

"Would you mind taking your jacket off? Only if you're comfortable, of course," Rui told you.

"Haha, ever the charmer! Well, this is all I can take off, gotta stay loyal to the husband, you know..." You were beginning to freak out. Your breath, previously already labored, progressed into slight hyperventilation. In, out, in out, your nails scratched against your thighs, you had to take your hands off, take the jacket off, show them your secret --

"Do you need help?" Rui asked, face suddenly covering the sun, surrounded like a halo, reaching down to you like an angel, the angel you had reached for and missed four years ago. You nodded and tensely let him pull the jacket off.

And just like that, a month of open secrets and answers quietly whispered to anyone who cared to look at you were proven. Your friends stared for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.

"Mizuki... could you... give us some privacy?" Rui quietly asked, and she dutifully nodded, heading back to the stairwell with a concerned look thrown back to you.

"This isn't the greatest question to ask right now, Y/n, but... Why?" His look was so soft and gentle that you squirmed to try and get away. Rui's slender hands reached out to hold yours in place, and for a moment, you sat there, not saying anything.

He sighed, and leaned back. "Though I know it won't fix anything, I just want you to know that we love you. Mizuki, and your grandparents, and An, and me, obviously. So, please, do you have what you... use... with you?"

You nodded sullenly, pulling the razorblade out of your pocket. Rui knew you better than you felt you knew yourself, and would be able to tell if you were lying.

Plus, razorblades weren't the only sharp thing in the world.

He grasped it, looked at it with shock for a moment, which changed to repulsion, as if it were what had personally attacked you. He then pocketed it. God, if you thought cutting had brought you euphoria, having someone actually show how much they cared for you had to be some sort of high. You were dazed, about ten times less serious than the subject matter warranted.

Rui got up, holding a hand out for you to take. "Let me walk you home, please?"

You took it with a smile.

You were now seventeen, right on the cusp of adulthood, the age where you could finally relate to those 'older but never wiser' songs.

The inky black sky was set as a backdrop to cold wind running through your hair. At the usually bustling Rainbow Bridge, cars only passed every few minutes. Its normal nighttime lights were shut off, the only light radiating from the city on either side.

One of those rare cars pulled you out of your mind, honking a few times and pulling over. It was a taxi, with a familiar head of purple hair sitting inside. He pulled the door open and hopped out.

"Rui...?"

He ran and threw his arms around you. "Meiko told me to check on you here..." He buried his head into your neck. "She wasn't wrong, I see."

He let go to look at you.

He sighed.

"Sweetheart. I don't know how to help you."

You stepped back, unsure of why that hurt so much.

"I wish I could. So badly, in fact, I'll drive out to Minato at three A.M. because a virtual singer tells me you might be in trouble. Honey, I love you, but I don't have any idea what I'm supposed to be doing!" You had never seen him get so emotional. You realized now that you had never even see him cry, and now here he was, tears wetting his cheeks, looking at you with such intensity that you could do nothing but stand and watch.

"Maybe," You looked down, "Maybe, Rui, you don't have to. It's not your job! You treat me like I'm your patient!"

It was his turn to be taken aback. "Y/n, please, let's get in the taxi and head home. We can talk about this in the car..." You could tell that all he wanted was to get you away from the edge. He was now painfully aware of what one wrong word could do.

You took another step back. And another. And Rui, the gentleman, frantically reached out for your textured wrists.

"I love you so much..."

"Boy, if you don't get back in the taxi in the next thirty seconds, I'm gonna double your fare!" a hoarse voice shouted at you.

"...Yeah. Let's get in the taxi," you conceded with a soft laugh.

Rui's look of victory and pure relief was infinitely better than any argument that could be saved until morning.

[lilithinstarlight]

HERE ME OUT;

LYNEY X MORTICIAN/ GRAVEYARD CARETAKER! READER

READER MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD WITH HOW THEY ACT (WE LOVE AN ANTISOCIAL QUEEN)

IK IK VERY RANDOM BUT I FEEL THIS COULD BE A DEADLY COMBO!

(ALSO READER AND LYNETTE GOSSIP EVERY WEDNESDAY IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS THEY ARE BFF)

VERY SHORT BUT IT WAY PAST MY BED TIME

(ALSO! Would you be interested in ____ anons? >:3 I have a feeling I’ll continue to do request once in awhile >w<)

hiiii nonnie! having anons would actually be soooo epic and cool 0_0

You set your pen down as you finished signing off the death certificate form sat in front of you. It was late, outside the window you could see the tangerine and lavender painted hues of a Fontanian sunset, and the L/N Funeral Home was cold and empty. You weren't particularly upset about being left behind while your coworkers went out to see some performance at the Opera Epiclese, but it was mildly annoying to be the last one in the whole of Fontaine doing paperwork on a Friday night.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself out of your desk and off of your chair. You grabbed your messenger bag and began the short journey to the door.

Pushing it open revealed a man in a top hat and some sort of body suit crouched on the concrete steps, grabbing wildly for cards strewn across the whole entryway. You stared, hoping your cold gaze would get the message across.

It did not, in fact, get the message across. The man glanced up, and upon seeing you, bounced back into standing.

"Hello there! I just dropped some cards on the way to a show... I'm a magician, see, and I've got a crowd waiting at the Opera. Would you mind lending a hand?" he stook out his hand, "The name's Lyney, by the way."

You looked at the hand, then back up at him, not bothering to shake it.

"Ahah, tough crowd, I see... That's fine. I'll pick up these cards and be on my way, promise." He winked then bent back down to start collecting the -- you now realized that they were customized -- cards. You looked around to survey the damage. How did he do this? The cards went from the stairs, to the pluie lotus planters, then all the way to the back of the building. He wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

You stepped over him and headed to the planters.

"Aw, you're really helping out? I knew you were a nice gal," he said, rather irritatingly, in your humble opinion.

Once you finished with the planters, you moved to the side of the building.

"You remind me of my sister. Neither of you waste words for anything. That's not always a bad thing, you know?" His attempt at small talk fell on dead ears, until he continued, "Lynette. I should introduce you two."

"Lynette?" The name spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. This guy's sister was Lynette? One of your best friends? The girl you would have tea with? There was no way.

"There we go! Wait, you know her?" You could hear his surprise from the other side of the building.

"Sure. We talk," was all you gave him. You picked up the last card and headed towards the front. Leaves crunched and the man met you there, shoving a handful of cards in his bag. You held the cards you picked up out to him, and he gratefully took it.

"I'll have to ask her about you, then! Hey, thanks for the help. As a token of appreciation..." He held out a ticket to you.

"For... your show?" you asked skeptically. He nodded.

"It's not only mine. You can come for Lynette, too, but I'll have you know that I don't like to be second choice." He winked, shoving the ticket into your hands.

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You awkwardly stood outside the back doors of the Opera Epiclese, waiting for your annoying little magician to come out to see you.

Crowds weren't your thing, so he never forced you to watch his shows, but you liked to meet him afterwards as a sort of celebratory gesture for a show gone well... or a consolatory one for the opposite...

Finally, he burst through the wooden double doors, greeting you with a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.

"It went well?" you prompted.

"You put so much faith in me!" he said, laughing, "But yes. They loved it. Well, most of them. There a few that reminded of you..."

You rolled your eyes.

[lilithinstarlight]

WHY do my read mores keep breaking???????????? i need to be euthanatized what the freak

[lilithinstarlight]

PLEASE WRITE HEADCANONS FOR KOKICHI WITH A TALL AND CURVY WOMAN PLEASE PLEASE PPLEASE 🙏😭😭

your wish is my command anon! as a tall (5'9"...) girl i totally feel u lolll

I hate to state the obvious but...

He's gonna sit on your lap

Maybe even before you start dating >_>

You're live a human jungle gym to him! He loves to climb onto your back.

Just elbow him off it's fine <3

Ngl he (5'1" king) might feel a bit intimidated

Like... he's already a bit scared because he actually LIKES someone... and that someone is a good half foot plus taller then him...

But when you get closer he starts to really like it, it makes him feel protected, even if you're super weak.

btw PLS kabedon him!!!!

<- when you're closer at least! it'll make him feel a little trapped if you're not already together

He might actually try to do it to you

Humor him... he's trying his best!

Going back to that first one he also loves to put his head in your lap

It's vulnerable for him but it's easier then actually talking about his feelings

Also

It's going to be difficult to look him in the eye if you're over 5'5"

If there's any reason you two need to be face to face, he's only 97 lbs (43 kgs), so pick him up!!!

Best way is a little like this:

sorry it's a little short but tysm for reading + requesting!

[lilithinstarlight]

Freminet x SeaCreature!Reader

Hi hi! I just happened to stumble across your account as of today and read through the f.f you had of ao3! I really liked it btw!

I wasn’t sure which fandom to request for but I’ve been craving some new content for Freminet x reader

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Imagine;

Frem is arriving to a tent he set up after he just went diving but sees a pile of shells appears beside. He doesn’t question much of it and pockets some. Next time he goes diving it appears again, and then again, etc. Of course he’s confused but doesn’t worry about it to much seeing as if the person was trying to harm him he figures they wouldn’t waste an entire month collecting shell for him.

Eventually he ends up having to make a quick stop to his tent because he ran out of space to carry items, and that’s when he sees it. Something that he didn’t know even existed before (be it something simple like a mermaid or maybe a shark hybrid? Up for you to decide!) to say he isn’t interested is a lie!

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Im actually going to end the idea right here because I’m quite interested to see what you come up with next!

I haven’t gotten a chance to check when/how long it might take for you to respond to requests so for now I’ll just be stalking your page every so often to see! >:3

tysm!!!! this request is actually so cute btw

With a grunt, Freminet pulled himself out of the clear blue ocean waters. The sun was beating down, giving the liquid an almost lustrous quality, and reflecting off of anything that cared to shine.

He walked over to the mustard yellow tent he'd set up a few hours ago as water dripped from his suit. He reached down to pull the zipper open, looked around to ensure there weren't any bugs about to get in, and --

Oh? What was that?

Sat just beside the zipper was a pile of pearlescent shells. Beautiful, but slightly strange, since those most definitely weren't there when he left in the early morning to go diving.

Though he would normally have been scared off, thinking the shells were left as a warning, there was a sort of comforting aura emanating from the shells. Instead of a sign of danger, he knew they were a sign of protection.

Unsure of what to do with them, he carefully picked them up and gently placed them inside the tent.

--

What was this man trying to do? You had clearly left the shells out as a message to convey your interest in whoever that trespassing cute diver was. Was he playing hard to get? Maybe he was waiting for you to collect more, to show that you really liked him. That must be it.

--

The next morning, Freminet woke up to an even larger pile of shells sat outside his tent's door. Maybe they had just been washing up? He kicked them to the side as he stepped back onto the dew-soaked grass and into the strangely beautiful waters.

Day after day, shells appeared at his tent. Generally they were placed near the door, sometimes they were carefully arranged on top of it, and occasionally they were set inside.

That first day must have been a fluke... these are clearly being left as a warning...

The day after he came to that conclusion, he set out on what he decided was to be his last journey in this section of the ocean. Though he was completely invested in the palace-like architectural monument he had been exploring, whoever lived there clearly didn't want him there.

--

You swam in circles around your mossy stone room. Did he really dislike you that much? You wondered if you had done something wrong, something to offend him.

Shaking your head, you decided that this would be your last attempt at talking to him. You swam to the pile of shells that you had collected the night before, then with determination set in your face, began to swim back up to the surface.

--

Oh Archons. He had forgotten his waterproof Kamera, hadn't he?

Freminet had decided to document as much of the stone palace as he could before he left. Which was why he was currently swimming back up to his tent, since he had somehow forgotten his Kamera, the only tool he actually needed.

The moment his helmet broke the surface, a wave of panic set in.

Who was that? Scratch that, what was that? A water lizard?

"I'm sorry for trespassing! Um, please forgive me! I'm leaving now!"

--

You turned around, mid-shell placement, to find the cute diver boy floating behind you. Finally!

"Don't be sorry! Wait, can you take off your helmet?"

"Um, sure..." The boy shyly reached up to pull the iron bubble off his head.

A faint blush spread across your bluish cheeks despite your best efforts. His soft blonde hair... the coral-lavender eyes... no way his real face was even cuter?!

"You can come up here, if you like!" you called to him. He nodded, and pulled himself onto land, sopping wet.

"So, Mr. Diver - what's your name?"

"F-Freminet..."

"Freminet. I'll be blunt here - why don't you like me?"

"Um! What?" Freminet (even his name was cute!) looked caught incredibly off-guard.

"You've been ignoring all my advances. Whenever I try to give you shells, you either take them into the tent without doing anything or kick them away. You haven't even left me a rejection note!"

"Advances...?" Something clicked in his eyes as he tried to avoid yours. "Uh, I didn't really consider you were trying to, um, flirt with me..."

"How? Do humans not do collection-courting?"

"Not really..." He was starting to sink into himself. Not on your watch!

You strode over to him, trying to exude confidence you only halfway had. You wrapped your scaly tail around his back, and his entire face turned red.

"Then, you're interested?"

He opened his mouth and tried to stutter out an answer, which failed, so he simply nodded his head.

"Wait, actually?" You stepped back and felt your face heat up. No, you were supposed to be the one making him blush!

"Yeah..."

With a squeal of joy, you threw your arms around him. You were completely out of control right now, and you weren't hating it!

"Hey, um, if you don't mind me asking... for, um, you guys, do the shells have, like, a meaning?" He turned away immediately, like he regretted asking.

"Well, traditionally, it's a sort of marriage proposal..."

"Ah?!"

[lilithinstarlight]

hi there! Can you write some headcanons for Byakuya Togami with a cute girlfriend-confectioner?

hi omg first request! hc's under the cut :)

You two probably met because he needed a big order for a gala of some sort.

He went to your little shop to discuss prices and such--

Wait, why can't he focus on anything he's saying? Why is your soft voice is the only thing he can hear? Why is your cute face the only thing cutting through his daze? Why does he think your face is cute???

Leaves as soon as he can... one of his employees had to convince him to go back and 'apologize'.

'Apologize' meaning getting you a piece of jewelry so expensive you couldn't even fathom dropping that much on one thing. To him, it's hardly worth $50.

"I came to give you this bracelet as an incentive to ensure Togami Corp. only receives the finest quality confectionery."

"Um, thanks? Wait, that looks expensive..."

"It was only a couple hundred dollars."

"WHAT?"

He's working on it, trust me <3

I can't imagine Byakuya being originally too much one for sweets. Suddenly, though, he can't get enough of anything you make.

What I can imagine is his first move being him telling you to shut down your business and become Togami Corp.'s professional confectioner.

Whether you accept or not is up to you, lol.

He'll bring you to business meetings under the excuse of needing you to make sweets for visiting CEOs.

You're actually there because you're a kind of stress relief for him! All he needs to do is look at you and it calms him down.

You're also definitely his 'better half'. He'll be about to do some slimy businessman thing and you'll just have to go "no >:(". Usually he listens...

tysmmmmm for requesting!

[lilithinstarlight]

pinned <3

hello! you can call me runa. i'm currently writing my own book and using fanfic as practice! i take requests but also write on ao3. this isn't strictly a request blog and i will reblog/do other stuff on here :)

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ao3 (raincandy0):

The Grilled Fish's Ballad (YTTD, Shin x fem!Reader, canon compliant)

working on an investigator Shuichi x law student Reader rn! first chapter should be out soon....

requests:

fandoms i'll take requests for:

Danganronpa

Your Turn to Die

Genshin Impact (though I haven't played in a while so I don't know the new lore/characters from natlan)

Stardew Valley

Project Sekai

rules:

no nsfw!

i can do dark content, though (yandere, sh, etc)

i mainly do x reader but feel free to request content other then that

nothing else i can think of yet!

PLEASE feel free to request anything you want! i used to run a different writing blog and getting any sort of request made me sooooo happy! love you <3

[lilithinstarlight]

haiiiiii i just posted the third chapter of my shin/sou x reader fic here on ao3! its a fem reader insert + mainly canon compliant with some changes <3 pls check it out!

[lilithinstarlight]

was about to get insecure abt my writing then realized. writing is literally art... it takes ppl years of effort and practice to get good at stuff like painting and sculpting! why should it be any different for writing!

[lilithinstarlight]

hiii! i just posted the second chapter of my shin x reader fic!!! its mainly canon compliant with a few minor changes and it would be so epic if you checked it out :3