I should be sleeping because otherwise I’ll have a fucking headache tomorrow, but I’m writing, AND I CAN’T LOSE MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT, IT’S GOING SO WELL
I should be sleeping because otherwise I’ll have a fucking headache tomorrow, but I’m writing, AND I CAN’T LOSE MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT, IT’S GOING SO WELL
No matter what the average person does,
they can't win against a genius.
But it’s exactly because of that,
that it’s worth winning!
After all, this is how I’ve lived.
Hiiii, I was wondering if you could do a zanka x blind female reader. Who has really good hearing despite her being blind and weak people intend her to be, but is used to it, but when she fights, she's like a whole different person and zanka is kinda fascinated by it.
( her weapon is a bow and arrow)
You can write it if you want, kinda new to this whole request thing-
I don’t even know what to say because I’m so embarrassed that I avoided writing this for over a month only to end up making something horrible 😭 I’m sorry, I’m not being very cooperative.
It was very Toph-coded and I loved the idea, but I never figured out how to actually execute it. I’m sorry TT
The first time Zanka saw you, he had made a mistake, because he completely underestimated you.
The first thing he noticed about you was that your eyes seemed completely lost, gray and not looking at anything in particular, and that was enough to infer that you couldn't see anything at all. But even so, you walked with impressive calmness, with a violin case over your shoulder, and you seemed far too relaxed for someone who had just joined a faction that guaranteed you a daily death.
You oriented yourself by following small sounds such as footsteps, breathing, the rustling of one piece of fabric against another.
And, of course, that was enough for some people to underestimate you, him included.
"Is she going to fight?" one of the Cleaners muttered.
"She's blind."
"Then she shouldn't be very difficult."
"Is that a violin? How is she going to play it if she's blind?" It drew a lot of laughter from some of those nearby.
Zanka heard the comment and frowned because he didn't like it, although he had also thought the same thing when he first saw you. The simple fact that he could read each of your body expressions, filled with confidence, was enough to make him think that going against you wouldn't be easy at all, despite how "weak" you looked.
The first mission the two of you had together as a team was a little after your arrival, and honestly, despite his previous impression of you being undoubtedly strong, he now thought the complete opposite.
Half of the team was fighting in no man's land against the trash beasts below, and you were standing at the top of the hill, violin in hand. He couldn't determine your expression because the Full Face covered your face, but according to Zanka, there could be no other reason for you not to be helping your team other than fear.
Although he couldn't blame you either. He didn't know how you had ended up in this situation either. You were a blind person working in the Cleaners faction, where you had to see and anticipate the movements of each and every one of your enemies; trash beasts.
Enjin hadn't gone down yet either, but, I mean, it's Enjin. Who could reproach him for anything?
Zanka watched as Enjin approached you and said something to you. Naturally, he couldn't hear anything, nor could he infer what the man had told you, since that man was difficult to anticipate.
But the next thing he managed to witness was magnificent. Your posture changed, your back now straight, and the violin in your hands transformed into a Jinki, opening in half to transform into a beautiful Bow with magnificent details, and the arrow wasn't far behind. The very bow that was used to play a violin was now your arrow.
Naturally, the boy was left stunned, even more so when he saw you aiming the bow directly at him. What?
An explosion sounded directly behind him and he quickly turned around into a defensive position, but the only thing he saw was a Trash Beast halfway through killing him, frozen in midair with an arrow piercing its left eye.
The entire team was impressed by the sight, and Enjin's thunderous laughter rang out through the area as he walked down the hill with his umbrella open and you tucked under his arm. The only thing Zanka heard you say was something like, "Please let me touch the ground."
"And this, friends, is the power of our beloved new teammate, Y/n." He placed you on the ground while you stumbled and your attitude returned to that of a shy and weak person, hunched over and trying to hide beneath your own shell.
"What is it supposed to do? Your Jinki" Zanka was the first to speak, and everyone turned to look at him, except you, obviously. You kept looking at the ground, but your head was slightly tilted in his direction. "I mean, it's obvious that she freezes....something, but how does she do it?" he continued.
"Well, uhm, I have no idea. I didn't know they froze until now. I always touched them after shooting them and thought they had turned to stone because of how stiff they are," you replied, pointing your finger at the frozen beast behind everyone.
Your opponent was considerably larger than you, but it wasn't something that concerned you, and apparently, it wasn't going to be the first time.
The second time Zanka saw your strength and your fighting style was during a training session in which you had to fight someone larger than you, again.
You took off
"Ready?" Enjin asked, acting as the referee with his carefree smile, as if he knew exactly what was coming.
You tilted your head slightly. "Yeah."
"Don't worry, girl, I'll be careful."
A crooked smile appeared on your face. "Good, big guy. Nobody cares anyway."
The fight began, and the man advanced directly toward you.
You didn't move, you just waited. You were patient enough to do so.
You waited until you heard the change in his breathing.
The crunch of his boot against the ground.
The movement of his shoulder.
And...
The blow passed mere centimeters from the man's face.
"What...?!"
You spun on his heel and struck the man's knee.
He fell.
Before he could get back up, you were already behind him, and the opponent's arm was trapped against his back.
Everything had happened within a matter of seconds. You released him and calmly stepped away.
"Was that all?"
Zanka was left open-mouthed. "What?!" he exclaimed, approaching you. "How did you do that?!"
You turned your head toward him, somewhat shy this time.
"I just listened..." you murmured.
"Listened to what?"
"You know, everything."
Zanka stared at you. Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his gaze traveling over you, and you knew that his body was facing yours.
"Everything?" he asked.
"I can hear your breathing too."
He blinked. "Mine?"
You smiled. "Yeah..."
Zanka lowered his voice. "And what do you hear now?"
She tilted her head. "Your voice, your breathing. Are you okay? Actually, you sound a little shocked."
Zanka stood completely still, and you walked past him.
"See you at the next training session, Zanka."
He followed you with his eyes and then murmured, "She's just as cool as Enjin. I love it."
"What did you say?" you asked from several meters away, turning your head toward him.
Zanka turned red and could only hear your laughter. It didn't take him long to discover something he would never have admitted out loud, and he wished it were the same for him.
There was nothing he found more fascinating than someone everyone considered weak... proving that they could be terrifyingly strong.
Especially when that person could hear him even when he tried to hide what he was feeling.
Hi umm i'm new here this is kinda triggering feel free to ignore this request 🙏
Zanka x reader who has sa trauma and their fight or flight response is fight/violence, when just a hand on the shoulder and their hand shoots out and hits the person without meaning it. So they just stay away from people and appear really stoic and intimidating, until zanka comes along and bc he's not really a touchy person he mageged to get along with the reader the most out of anyone, and after a while of slowly knowing eachother he eventually learns about the reader's trauma and helps them calm down the fight response resulting them in making more friends and being a bit more open over time.
So... How have you been?
I’M SO SORRY, IT’S BEEN A WHOLE MONTH AND I’M ONLY JUST POSTING THIS NOW 😭
I have more requests that have been sitting here for a month, and I feel so bad, but awwwh, I was just so lazy about doing them. I’d rather avoid my responsibilities, I’m sorry 😭
I’ll still be working on the pending ones, I promise. I hope you still want yours: here
I promise I’ll start working on the pending requests, I was just soooo lazy about it.
Because Zanka always thought you kept your distance from others simply because you didn't like being around people too much; because you needed time alone, because you valued your personal space, and because you preferred to keep a certain distance from everyone else by choice.
He never imagined the real reason behind any of it.
He never imagined that the real reason you seemed to hate people, hate physical contact, and even hate yourself came from something much deeper than anyone could have imagined.
At first, Zanka simply respected your distance.
He didn't ask unnecessary questions. He didn't try to sit beside you when it was obvious you wanted to be alone, and above all, he never tried to touch you without warning you first. Over time, that made you start trusting him.
You let him sit near you during breaks, you walked side by side after missions, the two of you began talking a little more than usual, and you even started looking for him whenever you needed company, although you would never truly admit it.
Zanka didn't comment on it either, because he was simply there, comfortable with all of it, with your friendship.
And perhaps that was why you began feeling comfortable around him, too.
Until that happened, that strange situation that completely changed the way he perceived things.
The first time Zanka noticed that there was something truly strange behind your behavior was during a mission.
You had managed to complete it successfully, and Enjin, as always, decided to congratulate the team in the most enthusiastic way possible.
"Good work!" His cheerful voice echoed through the place as he approached you.
A hand landed on your shoulder, a simple gesture of congratulations, nothing strange.
Nothing that would have caught anyone's attention. Except that your body reacted before your mind could.
A sharp smack echoed much louder than expected through the space you all shared.
The silence was immediate. Everyone was stunned, especially Enjin.
But Zanka wasn't looking at Enjin's hand. He was looking at you, because it was the first time he had seen something different in your eyes.
It wasn't anger. It wasn't something difficult to identify, considering that you all spent your days on the brink of death; many lived with fear, while others were here for their own reasons.
Fear.
There was fear.
Pure and absolute fear.
Your eyes were wide as you took a couple of steps backward, breathing heavily. And then it seemed as though you finally realized what you had just done.
"I'm sorry... I... I was startled. I apologize." Your voice came out low and broken.
Enjin immediately raised both hands. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."
But you had already moved away.
And from that day on, Zanka began paying closer attention. He didn't say anything, didn't bring it up, and didn't make any comments about it. He respected you, and he wasn't paying more attention because he distrusted you. It was quite the opposite, actually. The real reason was that there was something in his mind that didn't make sense, something that simply didn't fit, at least not completely.
He had started noticing small details he had overlooked before: the way you tensed whenever someone approached too quickly, how you avoided letting anyone stand behind you, how your expression changed whenever someone tried to grab your wrist.
How, after reacting violently, you were always the one who ended up apologizing.
And Zanka started doing something he had never done with anyone else, but had no problem doing with you if it could keep him from seeing that pure terror reflected in your beautiful eyes again; he started warning you before approaching you.
"I'm going to walk behind you."
"I'm going to take that."
"Can I?"
At first, it seemed strange to you, but eventually, you simply got used to it. Without realizing it, you began trusting him even more.
Because with Zanka, you didn't have to constantly be on guard.
If you were sitting beside him, you didn't have to worry about him suddenly touching you.
If he noticed you were uncomfortable, he would move away... If you said "no," he wouldn't ask why. He would simply accept your answer.
And to you, that meant more than he could ever imagine.
The closeness between the two of you grew slowly, so slowly that neither of you knew exactly when it had happened.
Until after a more difficult mission, Zanka saw you react again.
And this time, it was worse, so much so that even he could feel the fear that coursed through your entire body, because someone had tried to grab you from behind. Your body moved before you could think.
One hit, followed by another, then another.
And another.
When you finally realized who was standing in front of you, you froze. Your hands were trembling and your breathing was uneven.
"I..."
Zanka stood in front of you, completely stunned, without even having an idea of what to say or do. A Supporter quickly approached the man, but Zanka didn't come any closer.
He didn't try to stop you. He simply stayed where he was.
"Easy," he said quietly, seeing the pure terror in your eyes.
"I didn't mean to..."
"I know."
"I didn't want to do that."
"I know."
You lowered your gaze. "It's just that when someone..." Your voice broke.
Zanka waited. He didn't pressure you to continue. He didn't want to, but after a few seconds, you finally spoke on your own.
"When someone touches me like that... I'm not here."
Zanka frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
You swallowed hard, your fingers clenching tightly. You could almost feel the skin of your palms beginning to break beneath the pressure of your nails.
"I'm there again."
Those words were enough, because he understood. Zanka didn't need you to explain anything else, nor did he need to know every detail.
Because everything began falling into place, one piece at a time, like pieces of a puzzle, and all he could feel was a strange pressure against his chest as his heart ached; the way you avoided contact, how you reacted to certain situations.
The fear. That damned fear, and the damned guilt you felt afterward for simply defending yourself.
He understood. He truly did. Every part of it... Zanka understood that your aggression had never been hatred. It was a response caused by fear, pure and real, the shell your mind had created for you.
It was your body trying to protect you from something that had already happened.
"...Did someone hurt you?"
You didn't answer, but he knew...
Zanka lowered his gaze slightly.
There was no pity in his eyes, nor disgust, least of all disgust... Only a silent understanding that made your eyes begin to burn.
"I..." You tried to speak, but you couldn't. Every word formed a tangled knot of incoherence that didn't even dare allow a sound to escape your mouth.
Zanka remained several steps away. "You don't have to tell me."
You looked up. "I don't?"
"No... But..." He paused. "If you ever want to, I'll listen."
Your lips trembled. "What if I hit you without meaning to?"
"Then I'll let you and step away."
The answer was so simple that it almost made you laugh through your tears.
Zanka watched you for a few seconds before adding, "And I'll wait until you want me to come back."
That was what finally broke you, and the tears began falling before you could stop them.
Zanka didn't come closer. He didn't try to hug you, nor did he extend his arms.
He simply stayed there, waiting. Waiting for you.
And you were the one who took a small step toward him, the one who decided to come closer. When you finally stopped in front of him, Zanka did absolutely nothing except wait for you.
Your trembling hand eventually grasped the fabric of his uniform lightly.
Zanka lowered his gaze toward your fingers, then looked back at you. For the first time in a long time, you didn't feel the need to pull away, because he wasn't trying to take your fear away. He wasn't trying to "fix" you.
He was simply showing you that he could stay, and that with him, you would never have to apologize for trying to protect yourself.
TYY ik u sent this like all the way back in may but I haven’t been able to really be active on the app for a long while. But im back now!! ngl this one is a bit short and rushed because i wanted to just quickly get something out there. but enjoy.
Zanka X Reader: First times showering together
You slowly stripped off your clothes. Your top, pants, socks, and eventually your under garments as well. As you did so, your eyes watched Zanka. Your new boyfriend who stood in front of you undressing. He noticed your staring and raised one side of his mouth in a half-smile.
“What? Havin’ second thoughts?” He teased as if he wasn’t internally heating up as well. It was painfully obvious he was affected by this just as much as you were. It was the first time doing this after all.
“Not even close” you say with a small laugh. Instead you were more so having thoughts of how over dressed his outfit was in the first place. And jeez those baggy ass pants. This is supposed to be easy for him, undressing in front of you. But his mind couldn’t help but be wondering what this shower may lead to next. Little did he know, you were wondering the same exact thing. His slender hands struggled to undo his belt. You wound up unbuckling him on your own. Your fingers reach for the zipper near his collar but find it obstructed by the strap covering his chest.
“Do you really need that many straps and layers?” holy shit, you said. “It’s just for Lovely Assistaff…” He mumbles. After you are both stripped of your clothes, you both enter the shower together.
The shower from above rained on y'all and drenched both of your bodies. Zanka took up your wash rag, squeezing soap onto it before lathering it.
"Just– um, turn around." When you do, he runs the cloth down your back so delicately that you could even smile a little. He washed your shoulders, touching the shape of them. You answered with a soft sigh. His hand came around, rag rubbing against your stomach, breasts and going lower. Your hips, and the soap clinging to them before it fell in the water under the spray of the water some soap rinsed away.
His movements came to a stop as you felt his hand on your waist and lips brushing against your neck. You were almost surprised, letting out a soft gasp.. “Tryna catch me off guard?" you joke before turning around and capturing his lips in a kiss. A soft heat settled over his face. The kiss felt softer than expected and he does not do anything for a whole half a second before succumbing to himself. Then you raise your hands to hold the sides of his shoulders as if balancing yourself from something. You revel in the way he kisses you back with an intensity that suggests he had been suppressing himself for a long time as well. The steamy water from the spray slid between the kiss.
You eventually pulled away from the kiss, ignoring how much you still wanted more. “Your turn.” You say before picking up his rag. Your hands went to his chest, and the intensity of the heat grew between you both. The muscles beneath the rag tensed. You gently rubbed the soap on his skin and traced the lines of his collar bone, his sternum, and any scars he must've gotten while fighting.
He stopped you from going any lower by grabbing hold of your wrist.
"Aha.. I can do it," he said breathlessly. "Or you'll end the shower sooner than we want".
You scoff, playing along. “Like that’d be so bad”. Your eyes on his dropped its gaze a bit lower to his.. Wow. Noticing your staring he caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a second.
“Just a little longer.” He told you. He takes the rag from you, handing you back yours before washing himself. “Till.. what?” You say as you begin washing yourself as well.
"Till I show you exactly what I've been thinkin ‘bout all evening."
He smells faintly of cheap soap and freshly washed clothes, mixed with a distinct scent of dust and metal. Sometimes there’s a subtle hint of something sweet, like those candies he used to carry around in his pockets.
Zanka
He smells like clean clothes and fabric softener with a summer breeze scent. Like as if he just stepped out of the shower and put on freshly washed clothes, even after spending the entire day working.
Riyo
Cinnamon and orange perfume. It’s a warm and sweet scent, but the orange gives it a fresh touch as well. It isn’t a particularly strong perfume, but the scent lingers on her clothes.
Follo
A fresh lemon scent, clean and slightly acidic, like the peel of a freshly cut lemon. It isn’t a strong aroma, but it lingers on his clothes and makes him surprisingly easy to recognize by scent alone.
Eishia
She smells like freshly prepared sticky rice, warm and soft, with a clean and comforting aroma. It’s one of those subtle scents you don’t notice immediately, but once you’re close to her, it becomes surprisingly pleasant and noticeable.
Fu
He definitely smells like vinegar. Acidic, strong, and unmistakable, probably lingering on her clothes and hair after spending so much time around his things.
August
He smells like laundry detergent, like clothes that have just come out of the washing machine and still carry that clean, fresh scent. He probably uses way too much detergent, but somehow, it suits him.
Jabber
Hard to identify. A strange mixture of sweat, leather, metal, and some cheap cologne that he probably put on without knowing how much was enough. He doesn’t necessarily smell bad, but he definitely smells... weird.
Enjin
Obviously cigarettes, a strong scent of tattooed-man and a slight hint of mint. The smell of tobacco is the first thing you notice, but the mint adds a little freshness that keeps it from being too heavy.
Tamsy
Cologne. A LOT of cologne. You could probably tell Tamsy had been in a room several minutes after he left, simply because of the scent he left behind. It’s an elegant, somewhat intense cologne mixed with the smell of clean clothes.
Gris
He smells faintly of gasoline and metal, like he just spent hours working, which he did. It’s a fairly strong scent that clings to his clothes, although underneath it all, there’s a faint trace of soap.
Zodyl
He smells strange... A mixture of damp earth, wood, and a smoky undertone, like he’s spent way too much time outdoors with, yk... bugs. It isn’t pleasant, but there’s something oddly comforting about it, provided he hasn’t been hanging around bugs beforehand...
Corvus
He smells like black tea or freshly brewed coffee, depending on what he’s been drinking that day. It’s a warm and bitter scent, mixed with the smell of paper and old books. He probably smells like the kind of person who could make an entire room feel calmer just by being there.
