Hannii

Just a girl with ideas🍡 [REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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Fics are not written... They happen

MASTERLIST

ZANKA NIJIKU

Start a War (long fic)

Sienna

Girl He's Just Not Into You

Girl He's So Into You

Man, Those Damn Eyes

Dear Zanka

Boyfriend Zanka HC

First Kiss

To Describe You

Zanka Just Confessed HC

Angel

Dating HC

Innocent

Comfort Boy

We're Just Friends - Janka +18

Sorry To Myself

Jealous Zanka Headcanons

Be Safe

You're Bleeding...

If This Is Love...

Zanka as a Boyfriend, Headcanons

TAMSY CAINES

Mafia part 1

Hashira

Girl He's Just Not Into You

Girl He's So Into You

My God, You're Divine +18

Masochist +18 (Manga Spoilers)

He Demands a Sacrifice (Manga spoilers)

You Only Call Me When You're Drunk

ENJIN

Girl He's Just Not Into You

Girl He's So Into You

Non Affiliated part 1

Non Affiliated part 2

Dimples

Mafia AU, Headcanons

You Only Call Me When You're Drunk

FOLLO TUNITO

Notice me

First Kiss

Arrogant (Manga Spoilers)

Stay With Me

You Only Call Me When You're Drunk

GRIS RUBION

Our Future

Father Material Headcanons

Mafia AU, Headcanons

You Only Call Me When You're Drunk

RIYO REAPER

Kissed a Girl +18 (Manga Spoilers)

Hollaback Girl

OTHERS

Never Was There a Girl So Pretty (August)

Do I Creep You Out? (Jabber)

Such a Platonic Crush (Remlin)

Devoted To You (Fu)

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THE NEW THEME IS SO CUTE!!!!

Thank youuu💖💖💖 I was strugling bc don't know what aesthetic to keep but I think I'll stay with this one

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This is me waiting for a Headcanons requests instead of fics

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I had an idea so what if zanka and reader have been in a relationship for a while now and after zankas fight with jabber. Jabber finds out about reader and kidnaps her to push zanka to unleash his full power against him because jabber hurt reader badly

Your idea was fantastiic!!!

Zanka x fem!reader, mentions of blood

Masterlist

Your vision was faltering. The coarse rope chafing your wrists was nothing compared to the white-hot pain radiating from your side. Jabber’s claws gleamed in the dim light of the abandoned warehouse, dripping a terrifying mixture of black ink and your own crimson blood. He stepped back, a manic, deformed grin splitting his face beneath his disheveled hair.

"Oh, look at you. Such a fragile little thing," he hissed, his high-pitched voice twisting into that erratic, breathless laugh that made your skin crawl. "He hides you away like you're some kind of treasure. But Zanka... Zanka is made to be a masterpiece of violence! And a masterpiece needs the right spark."

The heavy steel doors of the warehouse didn't just swing open; they exploded inward.

Dust roared into the room, and through the dense haze, a silhouette emerged. Zanka stood there, his breathing ragged, his clothes still torn and stained from his grueling previous battle. He gripped Assistaff, which flashed with a cold, lethal light.

His eyes swept the room, completely ignoring Jabber until they locked onto you.

At the sight of the blood soaking your clothes, the bruises blossoming on your skin, and the way your head hung limply, something inside Zanka simply snapped. The air in the room instantly turned ice-cold.

"Ah! There he is!" Jabber celebrated, clapping his hands like a child at an amusement park. "See? I knew you’d follow the trail! Look what I did to your little friend, Zanka. She doesn't look too good. Come on, show me that beautiful, destructive rage! Give me everything you've got!"

"You..." Zanka’s voice wasn't loud. It sounded like a low, gutural growl that made the floorboards vibrate.

He didn't just run forward; he vanished.

The ground fractured beneath his boots as he closed the distance in a fraction of a second. Jabber barely had time to raise his claws before Zanka’s Jinki slammed squarely into his face. The impact sounded like the blast of a shell. Jabber went flying, crashing into a pile of rusted iron crates, spitting blood but laughing hysterically the entire time.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! More!" Jabber shrieked, crawling out of the rubble as his own toxic aura flared to life.

Zanka didn't answer. He was a man possessed. Every principle he upheld in combat, every ounce of restraint he usually maintained to keep his clean, strict style... it was all gone. Assistaff began to glow with an intense, suffocating pressure, and the aura of his soul power expanded until it filled the entire place.

He unleashed a flurry of strikes so fast and heavy that Jabber couldn't even counterattack. A left hook, a brutal knee to the ribs, a devastating downward strike. Zanka was systematic, a hurricane of pure, unadulterated vengeance. He was fighting to kill.

"You touched what is mine," Zanka growled, his eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed entirely on Jabber's broken figure. He drove his staff straight into Jabber's chest, pinning him to the concrete floor with enough force to create a crater. "I'm going to tear you apart so badly that not even the Underworld will recognize you."

Jabber gasped for air with crushed ribs, but a twisted smirk of satisfaction crossed his face. He had gotten exactly what he wanted: Zanka's absolute, terrifying limit. However, he could no longer stand against him. With one final, brutal kick, Zanka sent Jabber flying through the outer wall of the warehouse, throwing him into the desolate garbage dumps, completely incapacitated.

The moment Jabber disappeared, the overwhelming aura vanished instantly.

Zanka spun on his heels, locking his frantic gaze back onto you. The terrifying monster from a second ago was gone, replaced by the boy who loved you to madness. He stumbled over the debris, and his knees hit the filthy floor right in front of you. His hands, usually so steady and confident, shook violently as he reached out, terrified that touching you might hurt you more.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he managed to say, his voice cracking as he quickly cut your ropes with a pocketknife. He caught you as you slumped forward, pulling you gently against his chest. "I've got you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I let this happen."

"Zanka..." you whispered weakly, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His familiar, comforting scent, fresh, clean, and safe...finally reached you. "You are... a mess."

A wet, breathless laugh escaped his lips, and he buried his face in your hair, holding you as tightly as he dared.

"Me? You're the one getting blood all over my clean clothes. Don't close your eyes, okay? Stay with me. We're getting out of here right now."

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, cradling you against his chest like the most precious treasure in the world. As he walked out of the destroyed warehouse, leaving the darkness behind, Zanka held you tighter, silently swearing to fiercely protect you so that the filth of this world would never touch you again.

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Hiii!!! I LOVEEEEE ur work so so much especially ur zanka works, ive only been following u for a couple of week tho but I’m so glad I found u bc I genuinely can’t live without reading ur works🥹 also idk yet but I might request something soon 😼 this is just about appreciating ur work tho, take care!!

Thank youuuuuu, I appreciate all your kind words dear anon💖 feel free to request soon 🫶🏻 xoxo

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Raider Zanka Is really really catching my eye 🫣 😩

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Hii! I wanted to ask if you could do a Zanka x reader fic with the two tropes “Sunshine x Grumpy” and “she fell first but he fell harder”. I love the idea of reader being this sunny, cheerful person who was immediately smitten with Zanka and gets all giggly and shy around him. He’s oblivious and thinks nothing until he finally starts to truly get to know them and becomes sooo down bad 😔 Sorry this is long, I hope you have a great day!! ❤️

Hellooo sweet anon, here is your request, Enjoy it 💞

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I'm trying to change the aesthetic of my posts but nothing convinces me, and I'm running out of editing ideas. Someone please help me.

The heavy rain never seemed to bother you, but to Zanka, it was just another annoying part of the job. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a wall, as his sharp gaze cut through the bleak air.

And then there was you. You were a burst of radiant sunshine in the middle of a literal garbage dump.

"Zanka! Look what I found!" You skipped toward him, making your boots splash loudly in a puddle. You held up a small, surprisingly clean, star-shaped metal object. "It reminded me of your fighting style. Sharp and amazing!"

Zanka blinked, looking first at the object and then at your face. Your cheeks had a tender pink blush, and your eyes shone with an excitement that made absolutely no sense given the surroundings.

"It's literal trash," Zanka grunted, pulling up his collar to hide half of his face. "Don't pick up random junk. Focus on the perimeter."

"You're right, sorry!" You let out a small, giggling squeak, quickly slipping the star into your pocket. You gave him a huge, beaming smile that made his chest feel strangely tight. "It's just that you're so cool when you focus. I can't help it."

Zanka huffed and looked away, clenching his jaw. 'Annoying' , he thought. 'Too loud. Too bright' . He ignored the way his heart skipped a strange, irregular beat. He assumed it was just the adrenaline from the last battle.

He was totally blind to the fact that you had been completely in love with him since the day you joined the team. He didn't notice how you always chose the seat next to him, or how you got flustered and hid behind your hands whenever he looked at you for too long. To Zanka, you were just an oddly cheerful coworker.

That blindness was shattered a few weeks later.

It happened during an unexpected ambush in a part of No Man's Land. A massive beast tore through the rubble, separating the two of you from the rest of the team. Zanka handled his Assistaff with his usual brutal precision, but stray blasts of debris caught you off guard, slamming you hard against a concrete pillar.

Zanka’s vision went completely white.

He didn't think. He didn't plan. He just moved. His Jinki activated with a lethal speed he hadn't reached in months, completely tearing the beast to shreds within seconds. The moment the threat dissolved, he practically threw himself to the ground where you lay.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" His voice cracked, a rare panic breaking through his usual stoic exterior.

You whimpered, slowly opening your eyes. The moment you saw his face... haggard, terrified, and completely focused on you, your breath hitched. Even covered in dirt and bruises, your lips automatically curled upward.

"Wow," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as a deep blush crept up your neck. "You really look like a hero right now."

Zanka stared at you, frozen. You were hurt, bleeding from a cut on your forehead, and your first instinct was to smile at him and get shy.

In that silent, terrifying moment, a switch flipped in Zanka's head. The puzzle pieces clicked violently into place. Your constant presence, the small details, the way you looked at him as if he had hung the stars in the sky... it wasn't just cheerfulness. You loved him.

And as he looked at your smiling, fragile face, Zanka realized, with a sudden and overwhelming weight, that if anything ever happened to you, he would burn the whole world to ashes.

The aftermath of the battle changed everything, but not in the way everyone expected. You thought things would go back to normal, but Zanka had completely lost his mind.

You were sitting in the base kitchen, swinging your legs and sipping a warm drink, when Zanka strode into the room. He didn't look at anyone else. He walked straight to you, dragged a chair over, sat on it backward right in front of you, and locked his eyes on yours.

"Z-Zanka?" you stammered, your face instantly turning bright red. You gripped your mug tighter, suddenly very interested in staring at the floor. "Is something wrong?"

"You're not carrying anything heavy today," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "I already told the others. I'm handling your patrol route."

"Oh, you don't have to do that! I'm totally fine, see?" You tried to give him your signature radiant smile, but it faltered when he reached out and, with surprising gentleness, cupped your chin with his calloused hand. He tilted your face up so you had to look into his eyes. They were intense and completely consumed by you.

"I have to," Zanka murmured, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. His scowl was still there, but his ears were burning a bright red. "You're too careless. You smile at everything, you get distracted, and you don't take care of yourself."

"I... I could take care of you," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you were sure he could hear it.

Zanka's gaze softened, letting a look of pure, unalterable devotion slip through his rough exterior. He leaned in closer, almost brushing his forehead against yours, completely lost and entirely helpless against the power you held over him.

"Yeah, well," he said softly, tightening his grip just a bit, anchoring you to him. "From now on, I'm the only one taking care of you. Get used to it."

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Gachiakuta characters as the 7 Deadly Sins [THEORY]

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS

WRATH - RUDO

Rudo's wrath stems from a deep sense of helplessness. He grew up watching the people of the Sphere throw food, clothing, and human lives into the abyss as if they were worthless. When he is framed for the murder of his foster father, Regto, that systemic anger becomes deeply personal. His gloves allow him to extract the "soul" and hidden value of discarded items. The irony is perfect: to activate and amplify this power, Rudo must channel pure hatred toward the society that marginalized him. His energy manifests as a violent, black fire that consumes everything.

His character arc is a constant struggle to control this sin. If he lets wrath completely consume him, he becomes a destructive beast; but if he puts it out, he loses the drive and strength to change his reality.

GLUTTONY - AMO

Amo represents gluttony in its most destructive form: relational consumption. After suffering extreme isolation that broke her mind, she developed the belief that the only way to never be alone is to completely "possess" others, devouring their free will. Her boots and abilities allow her to emit a mist or fragrance that alters the brains of those who breathe it, forcing them to love or obey her blindly. It is a metaphor for swallowing another person's individuality to satisfy her own hunger for affection.

Amo operates like a black hole where even now as part of the Cleaners, he only seeks validation and a sense of belonging

GREED - ZODYL

Zodyl believes the world's system is broken because a select few control everything. His response is not justice, but absolute hoarding: if the world belongs to the strong, he plans to be the sole owner of all available power. His obsession is not common wealth, but the artifacts of the Watchman Series. These objects hold unmatched mystical and historical value. Zodyl hunts them with the desperation of an obsessive collector, willing to sacrifice entire armies just to add another piece to his arsenal.

Zodyl manipulates the hopes of the Pit's inhabitants. He promises them freedom, but actually uses them as disposable pawns to accumulate personal resources. To him, people are merely extensions of his property.

SLOTH - FOLLO

In a world as dangerous and fast-paced as the Pit, refusing to act is a death sentence. Here, sloth disguises itself as nihilism, cowardice, or total immobilization. He represents mental laziness. He hides behind his role as a "Supporter" to convince himself he cannot fight. It is the law of least effort: it is easier to accept being useless than to work hard to change.

Fu also fits this description. In his case, the laziness doesn't stem from physical weakness, but rather from a willful indecisiveness. Fu completely lacks initiative; he prefers to evade any kind of responsibility and patiently wait for direct orders. He's the type of character who prefers to go with the flow rather than strive to forge his own path, a classic psychological trait of apathy.

PRIDE - ZANKA

Zanka built his entire identity on being "the strongest" and "the most disciplined." He fears vulnerability more than death. Admitting a mistake or letting a rookie like Rudo save him is a fatal blow to his mental structure. His staff requires flawless posture and balance. This reflects his need for absolute control over his body and environment. He despises Jinkis that grant "easy" or chaotic power, believing only his hard-earned technique is worthy of respect.

His pride constantly pushes him to the brink of physical collapse. He refuses to retreat from losing battles and rejects medical attention from his fellow Cleaners because he views accepting help as synonymous with personal defeat.

LUST - JABBER

Jabber represents the distortion of desire. He does not seek carnal connection, but rather extreme sensory stimulation through violence. Pain and danger are the only things that make him feel alive, turning combat into a purely hedonistic and addictive act. His weapons are claws coated in agonizing toxins. He takes sadistic joy in watching his enemies break down millimeter by millimeter. Most disturbingly, the pleasure is mutual in his mind: when Rudo or Zanka severely injure him, Jabber laughs and gets excited by the flow of his own blood.

He does not care about Zodyl's grand plans or the fate of the Sphere. He is a slave to his impulses; if a mission does not promise a bloody, adrenaline-pumping fight, he loses interest immediately

ENVY - TAMSY

Tamsy lives in the shadow of others. Despite his lighthearted smile and "big brother" attitude within the Cleaners, he harbors a deep resentment toward the natural talent of other Givers, the trust Enjin inspires, and the pure bonds Rudo forms with the team. Tamsy's envy is silent and venomous. He doesn't destroy for fun (like Jabber) or for power (like Zodyl); he destroys because he cannot stand to see others succeed or be happy in a world he views as miserable. His goal is to drag everyone down into the same bitter pit he lives in.

His role as an infiltrator and saboteur fits this sin perfectly. Envy never attacks from the front; it prefers to poison relationships from the shadows and smile at its victim before stabbing them in the back.

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i think many readers underestimate the power of comments. sure likes are amazing too and it got me smiling all big when one of my stories reaches 1k or more likes. but comments? woah. asks (anon or not)? my heart is beating like crazy. funny reblogs with tags/comments/pics? i’m kicking my feet for 3 business days. it’s the interactions that has me motivating primarily. i know i know mostly i just like the comments, but that’s more of a time issue rather than i don’t appreciate you issue. i promise. 🩷🫶🏼

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This is so real, feedback feels like a reward

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Asking something 'freaked out' to Zanka

Pairing: Zanka x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, choking, ooc probably, NOT proofreaded

Notes: I was planning on having all the characters I was gonna do for this be in the same post but Enjin's part was getting to long so I separated it.

"WHAT'S YER PROBLEM?" In all the time you've been with Zanka, you really haven't seen him look so disgusted. His burned red as he stared down at you, perfectly composed, even a little embarrassed that he was shocked. Well, of course he was!

"You're acting it's a big ask, Zanka. All I want you do is choke me with your biceps that's it." Maybe it wasn't something that you'd ask someone out of the blue, but his arms just looked so good with him in that tank top that you couldn't resist.

He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. When you say it like that it doesn't sound that bad... Zanka let out a gruff sigh and made is way towards you. His eyes were trained on your face and yours alone and you feel sweat starting to accumulate on the back of your neck. But you did what he asked you anyways.

You stood from your seat on your bed and looked up at him nervously, trying hard to not focus too hard on his stone cold face. He gripped you by the shoulders and turned you around facing the bed. Your fists clenched at your sides, the feeling of his breath grazing the back of your neck sending tingles down your spine.

"You're real weird, I hope you know that." I he mumbled softly, his face unbeknownst to you heating up to a red brighter than Rudo's eyes. Suddenly, the crook of his arm traps your neck in a tight hold while his other arm wraps a tight grip around your waist. You loud shriek escapes from your lips as the two of you go crashing onto the bed, a mess of limbs and laughter caught between you.

Your try to wriggle and worm out of his grip as he flips onto his back, leaving your legs suspended in the air for just a split second as you attempt to get away. Your arms are basically useless, as you can't exactly reach behind you not to mention Zanka has a real strong grip on you.

"Zanka, babe," his name escapes your lips in harsh whisps as loud laughs escape your mouth.

"Ain't this what you want?" He removes the arm against your throat and flips you over, now stomach to stomach face to face with him. "You asked me to choke you with my biceps."

You shove his shoulder roughly, though it doesn't really do much to him. "You know what I meant!" Wrapping your arms around his neck, gently compared to what he did to you, you peck him sofltly on the lips. "Thanks though."

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Zanka's eyes remained fixed on you, no matter where you moved. He couldn't stop watching you. Even when you sat down next to the crowd, Zanka kept looking only at you.

It had been a month since you broke up. The reasons always changed whenever someone else asked:

"We didn't feel the same."

"Lack of time."

"It just didn't work out."

"It was a temporary thing."

There wasn't one specific reason. It just happened. One day, you and Zanka decided it was the end. But as the days went by, both of you began to feel each other's absence.

He noticed it first, when he arrived back from a mission, exhausted, with his spirit crushed, and you weren't there to cheer him up.

Then you noticed it, when you woke up from a nightmare one day, and he wasn't by your side to comfort you.

The absence weighed heavily, so very heavily.

Now, you were sitting next to your team, and Zanka could only watch you from afar.

"Are you leaving so early?" Follo asked when he saw you getting up.

"Yes, I'm tired. See you tomorrow," you replied with a faded smile. Everyone said goodbye, except for Zanka. To him, this was an opportunity.

He followed you closely, watching the way your hair moved from side to side as you walked down the hallway. He also noticed the way you gripped your jacket. You were nervous.

"Zanka," you said, turning toward him. There was no one else in the hallway. He froze in his tracks, ten steps away from you.

Since you broke up, Zanka always made sure to stay ten steps away from you...far enough, but always close enough.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, gripping your jacket. He smiled internally. Ever since he noticed that little gesture of yours, he couldn't help but look for it; he found it charming, just like the way he gripped Assistaff whenever something bothered him.

"Nothing is wrong," he let out softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I was just making sure you made it safely to your room."

You laughed, relieved.

"I didn't drink anything, don't worry." You stepped a little closer to him, and he didn't move. Instead, he craved for you to get close enough. "And you? How many glasses did you have? I could see Enjin offering you a cigarette too."

"I didn't drink anything...well, maybe half a glass, but I didn't accept the cigarette," he defended himself. You laughed again, and his heart leaped. His hands were sweating and his brain stopped working; it did that every time he was with you.

"That's good. Don't let Enjin rub his bad habits off on you," you said, turning on your heels toward your room. "Good night."

He didn't hesitate. His hand moved on its own and firmly grabbed your wrist to stop you. You looked at his hand and then at him. His cheeks were flushed a pretty salmon pink.

"I..." he muttered, his grip loosening from your wrist. "I wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?" you asked, intrigued. Your heart began to beat like crazy, your legs felt weak, and your mind started imagining things: 'He wants to ask you to get back together' 'What if he met another girl?' 'It must be that, he wants you to give him advice.'

You bit your tongue to keep from crying. You didn't know why you wanted to cry, but you really didn't want those thoughts to come true. You gripped the edge of your jacket tightly again.

"I miss you," he blurted out, just like that. His eyes were closed; he looked like a lost child. Your heart beat a thousand miles an hour and you felt like you were going to faint.

"Zan..." you tried to speak, but a lump in your throat cut you off. Fortunately, he spoke up too.

"I know we broke up a while ago and the reasons aren't clear, but..." He took a deep breath. "I still have feelings for you."

His eyes locked onto yours again, and that was when you looked down, unable to hold back the tears. You cried what felt like gallons of tears, and when he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you, you drowned in them.

"I," you said between sobs, "miss you too. I still love you."

Zanka held onto you even tighter, determined not to let you go this time.

"I don't know why I'm crying, I feel so happy," you let out between tears and laughter. He chuckled softly and placed a hand on your cheek.

Warm, just like always. You had truly missed his touch.

"It's okay. If you want to cry, do it. I will dry your tears." And with that, he kissed you.

I'm in a romantic mood today hahaha maybe it's bc it's been raining and rain makes me sentimental and nostalgic, whatever, I wanted to take this chance to post something nice that isn't a request 🫶🏻

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Ngl, since English is not my first language, when I'm reading fics and there are words I don't know, I don't bother translating them and I make up their meaning. So I'm just reading gibberish.

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Same🫠 sometimes I just skip that words 🫪 but if the fic is so goood I need the translator

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Hellooo ! :D I hope you are doing well. I was wondering if you could do a Zankz x Gn reader when zanka allows them to hold his assistaff and some times whne training, they switch jinkis?

Have a good day/night and stay safe🩷

-🌻 anon

Hello sweetie, this took me a while bc I couldn't think in anything good, but I think It turned out well in the end. I hope you like this💕

The sun's rays beat down heavily on the training ground.

Training with Zanka always meant ending up with burning muscles and a ragged breath, but this time, the atmosphere felt strangely static.

Zanka drove the tip of Assistaff into the ground, resting both hands on the staff. His dark eyes scanned you with that analytical and severe intensity so typical of him, evaluating your posture.

"Your fluidity with your instrument is improving," he admitted, letting out a huff meant to hide his pride, "but you still rely too much on the weight of your own Jinki. If it's taken from you, you're dead."

You looked at your Jinki and then at the imposing Assistaff.

"Sometimes I wonder how you balance something so massive without losing speed," you commented, half-joking. "Will you let me check the weight?"

The request left the place in absolute silence. A Jinki was not a simple object; it was the manifestation of the soul. Lending it was like baring one's spirit. Zanka blinked in surprise and, for a second, averted his gaze while adjusting his jacket collar, visibly uncomfortable.

"It's not a toy," he growled. "If you drop it, I'll kill you."

He extended the staff toward you, and as your hands wrapped around it, a jolt of energy, rigid and astonishingly warm, climbed up your arms. Assistaff was ridiculously heavy. Your knees buckled from the surprise, forcing you to plant your feet firmly to keep from falling. Zanka let out a laugh, crossing his arms.

"See? You lack leg strength," he said. "Keep your center of gravity low."

"It's like lifting a concrete pillar," you gasped, trying to adopt a better posture. The metal vibrated beneath your palms, responding warily to a touch that wasn't Zanka's.

"Because you're not guiding it with willpower, you're only using brute force," he explained, taking a step forward. Without warning, he positioned himself behind you, his chest brushing your back as he extended his arms to wrap around yours.

The heat of his body enveloped you immediately. His touch was firm.

"Don't fight the weight," he whispered near your ear, his voice unusually low. "Let the Anima flow from your chest, pass through your shoulders, and fill the weapon."

Guided by his hands, you raised the staff. Surprisingly, it felt light as a feather. Zanka's Anima current intertwined with yours for an instant, and an intimate, overwhelming sensation made your heart race. Noticing how your posture tensed, Zanka stepped away, clearing his throat.

"Now, give me your Jinki," he ordered, holding out his hand.

You didn't hesitate; you handed him your precious object, and seeing it in his hands felt strangely right. Zanka felt your instrument, spinning it rapidly through the air.

"It's light," he commented. "Ideal for consecutive attacks, but you leave too many openings on your flanks. Come on, attack me with Assistaff."

"Are you crazy? I'm going to crush you," you warned, swaying under the weapon's weight.

"Try it if you can," he challenged with a smirk, adopting an impeccable guard posture even while using your Jinki.

The training resumed, but the rhythm changed completely. Launching strikes with Assistaff required a massive effort; every swing opened your defense, and Zanka capitalized on every mistake, blocking your attacks with your own weapon using short, fluid movements.

"You're using my weapon better than I am," you protested after dodging a blow and falling to the ground.

"I'm teaching you its potential," Zanka replied, sitting down in front of you.

You reached out to return his staff, and he handed you your Jinki. The return of your precious instrument brought a wave of familiarity, but now, your grip was firmer, unconsciously mimicking Zanka's technique.

Zanka took his staff, caressing her with his thumb before glancing at you sideways. His cheeks were slightly flushed.

"You didn't do badly," he murmured, looking away. "Your Anima left a strange sensation in Assistaff. It's... bearable."

You smiled, knowing that coming from someone like him, that was the equivalent of a compliment.

"We could repeat it next time," you proposed, tilting your head toward him.

Both of you remained silent for a few seconds. Finally, Zanka sighed, though the corner of his lips lifted just a bit.

"You better run ten kilometers tomorrow before touching Assistaff again. If you're going to use it, I need your arms to not look like jelly."

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He's so 😩😩😩🤌🏻💖💖 I love this

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Hello! Can I request follo who has a sensitive neck and a reader who love kissing him there? Just like a cute fluffy thing? :)) thank you so so much! ❤️❤️

A Cleaner's job is usually noisy, dirty, and exhausting, but within the quiet confines of headquarters, the atmosphere is entirely different.

Follo sat on the edge of a workbench, reading one of the reports, his posture relaxed but his mind clearly focused. You crept up behind him, your footsteps muffled by the ambient noise of the base. He didn't move when you gently wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. He let out a low, amused snort, tilting his head slightly to acknowledge you.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice carrying its usual low, calm, and slightly raspy tone. "Do you need anything?"

Instead of answering, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of his neck, just below his jawline.

Instantly, Follo tensed. The book in his hand hung suspended in midair as a sudden, involuntary shiver ran down his spine. His breath caught in his throat. Despite all his skills, his neck was incredibly sensitive, and you knew it perfectly well.

"Ah... wait," he managed to say, his voice instantly losing its cool edge, becoming a broken, vulnerable whisper.

You didn't wait. You pressed another warm kiss a little lower, right where his neck met his shoulder, lightly nibbling at his skin.

He let out a quiet gasp, slamming the book onto the table with a loud thud. His hands shot up to grasp your forearms, not to push you away, but because he suddenly needed something to hold onto. A bright, intense blush rose from beneath his neck, staining his skin and reaching the tips of his ears.

"You're... doing that on purpose," he complained weakly, though his head tilted completely to the side to give you more space, completely contradicting his words. He buried his face in his shoulder, trying to hide the sudden, embarrassed smile that had crept onto his lips.

You let out a soft laugh against his skin, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath your lips. You placed a few more sweet, slow kisses toward his earlobe, making him squeeze his eyes shut as another shiver ran through him. He turned in your embrace, his face still incredibly red, looking at you with a mixture of mock annoyance and pure, melting affection.

"It's okay," he whispered, pulling you completely against his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, this time burying his burning face in the crook of your neck. "Two can play this game. Don't move."

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I know Tamsy is manipulative and all, but I'd love to read a fic where Tamsy acts super lovingly towards Reader, where she forces him to bury his deepest thoughts even though she doesn't know it. Where he feels the need to adore Reader simply because he truly loves her, and not because she serves his purposes.

Does anyone have a fic like that?