Where happiness are short-lived and sadness reign. Bound to the shackles of my heartbreak as I continue to yearn.
REQUEST STATUS: Closed.
Zanka Masterlist. Masterlist.
Who or what I write for !!
• I currently only write for Gachiakuta characters, I might expand my writing to another fandom if ever I decided to join another one.
• Unfortunately, I only write for male characters and it is still very limited. But once I grasped their character, I might be able to add them on my list.
• Here is the list of the characters that I am currently writing for or is available for requests:
Zanka Nijiku
Rudo Surebrec
Follo Tunito
Enjin
Gris Rubion
Tamsy Caines
August Stilza
Jabber Wonger
Zodyl Typhon
Request Rules: what I approve and do not approve !!
• I mostly write Angst. But can write Fluff and hurt/comfort if that's what my readers want to see and read.
• Requests can be specific or not, I honestly really love specific or very detailed requests as it makes writing easier for me.
• I'm not a big fan of broad requests, like REALLY broad request. Because it's hard to think of what you actually want me to write about. Do you want angst, fluff, hurt/comfort or what? I only want to satisfy my readers that's why I value details.
• I can write gender, body type or race representation if that's what my readers wanted.
• I'm totally cool with writing; gore, suicide, depression, grief, death, mental instability, trauma, violence and so on.
• I do not write smut, but can write slight suggestive fics or with only implication of intimacy. But not literal smut.
• I do not write oc x canon. I only really write x reader fics so I hope y'all understand.
• I will NOT write about SA/R@pe. Well, maybe, I can write/mention it on a fic if it's reader's trauma. BUT I WILL NOT WRITE THE SCENE. The implication would be subtle if It was ever requested.
Enjin couldn't tear his lips away from his pretty girlfriend.
It was perhaps the third or fourth time you'd tried to have a conversation with your boyfriend. Talking about anything would do.
Maybe the weather, how Rudo was gaining weight from eating so many sweets again, or maybe what you'd had for dinner a moment ago.
But here you were, lying on your back on Enjin's bed while he kissed you again and again.
"Enjin," kiss, "wouldn't you like to?" kiss, "talk?"
You could feel a smile spread across his lips as he kissed you. He slowly sat up, placing his hands at your sides.
"I'm sorry, doll," his voice was so deep it made you stir, "but I don't want to talk, I just want to do this."
And he kissed you again.
This time so damn slowly that it made you let out a moan. Enjin smiled again, and his hands slipped under your blouse.
His fingers gently caressed your skin while his tongue sensually invaded your mouth. You didn't know what affected you more, his kisses or his caresses. You could only feel your mind going blank as the temperature in the room rose.
Perhaps just this once, words wouldn't be necessary.
Imagine waking up and seeing Zanka's back in front of you. You would hug him around the waist, clinging to him as he murmurs a few words in his sleep. He would turn to hold you close, and as you snuggle against his chest, he would bury his face in your hair, breathing deeply, pulling you by the waist and slipping one leg over yours.
A high-pitched laugh echoed through the training yard, a sharp, breathless, and completely uncontrollable laugh.
You stood a few steps away, holding a clean towel and a water bottle, watching Zanka cover his face with both hands. His shoulders were shaking violently. Every time he tried to pull his hands away to look at you, a fresh wave of intense blush hit his face, and he was once again overcome by a fit of breathless giggles.
"Zanka? Are you okay?" you asked, taking a step toward him. "Did I say something wrong?"
"N-No!" he squealed, his voice cracking slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to channel his usual stern, battle-ready demeanor. "It's just... you can't just say things like that out of the blue! It's not fair!"
You blinked in disbelief. All you had done was hand him his water and mention how amazing his technique looked during today's session. You had specifically praised the fluid precision of his attacks, noting how his intense dedication made him look utterly captivating and reliable every time he wielded Assistaff. You meant every word, but you hadn't expected the usually stoic Zanka Nijiku to completely melt into a sea of giggles.
"But it's true," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "You really are the most reliable person here. You're amazing, Zanka."
He let out another loud, stifled gasp behind his hands, his ears turning a bright crimson that contrasted hilariously with his hair.
"Stop! Stop it!" he laughed, the sound bubbling from his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain a tough expression, but the moment he made eye contact with you, his lips trembled, forming a wide, goofy grin. "A-Amazing? Me? I mean, just an average guy? But... hehe... do you really think I look fascinating?"
"I do," you teased gently, invading his personal space. Zanka was practically vibrating with nervous energy, his tough-guy persona completely shattered by a few sincere words. He buried his face in the towel you gave him, letting out a series of muffled, joyful giggles that warmed your heart.
Do I look like him you? (request) Art by remonucha
Zanka had accepted the chemical and dye scent emanating from your room as part of your charm and chaotic attitude.
Every few weeks, you transformed into a completely new canvas. He had learned to decipher your ever-changing identity by the color of your roots, loving the vibrant transition from neon blues to pastel purples.
When you first met Rudo, you sported a striking head of bubblegum pink hair. You leaned forward, letting your bright locks fall as you surveyed the reserved and intense boy, flashing him a warm smile that instantly made him shift uncomfortably. Zanka watched your every move from the sidelines, as you immediately tried to make the boy feel at home.
A few months passed, and your pink hair faded to a muted coral hue, signaling that it was time for a change. You spent an entire afternoon observing Rudo while the group relaxed, your eyes fixed on the unique and striking part in his hair.
"Your hair is great, Rudo," you blurted out, resting your chin on your palm. "The contrast is amazing. I think I'll give it a try."
Rudo blinked, turning a light pink, and mumbled something incoherent about how his hair was just like that.
Zanka, who was sitting nearby, tensed up. He glanced at Rudo's hair and then at you. A sudden, uncomfortable weight settled in his chest. Jealousy. He knew it was a ridiculous emotion, but seeing you so fixated on the Spherine's style wounded his pride.
The next day, you debuted the look. You had perfectly copied Rudo's exact pattern, making the striking contrast frame your face beautifully. When Rudo saw you, his eyes widened, and he gave you a rare, genuine smile, murmuring that it looked good on you.
Zanka, however, nearly choked on his drink. For the next three weeks, every time he looked at you, he was reminded of the guy who'd bathed him in poop. Every time you walked past a mirror and complimented your own hair, Zanka would mutter under his breath, cross his arms, and look away. He missed his girl, not the other version of Rudo. He wanted you to look at him with that same inspiration.
You weren't blind. You noticed how Zanka's jaw tightened whenever you mentioned hair dye, and how he'd stopped running his fingers through your hair when you sat together on the couch. Realizing you'd pushed his patience a little too far, you decided it was time for the next scheduled change, but with a very specific twist.
One rainy Tuesday, Zanka kicked open your bedroom door, exhausted after a long day of dealing with work. The room smelled strongly of hair dye again. He sighed, mentally preparing himself to see the look kept or changed to something more inspired by Rudo.
"Hey," you called from the bathroom. You came out, drying the ends of your freshly washed hair with a towel. Zanka froze, his boots glued to the floor.
The black tips were gone. In their place, your hair was dyed an identical reflection of Zanka's signature style, capturing the exact same tones and attitude he wore every day.
You looked at him through your damp bangs, a soft, teasing smile playing on your lips.
"What do you think? I think this style suits me way better."
Zanka's breath caught in his throat. The irritation that had been simmering for weeks melted instantly, replaced by a burning heat in his cheeks. He covered the lower part of his face with his hand, trying to hide the huge, goofy grin spreading across his face, but his bright red ears gave him away completely.
"You're such an idiot," he muttered huskily as he leaned closer and roughly pulled you against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Finally, he ran his fingers through your hair again, gripping the strands tightly. "Don't ever change it again. Leave it like this."
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Jealous jerk."
"Shut up," he growled affectionately, kissing the top of your head, finally satisfied that you were matching with the only guy who truly mattered.
bunnyboy!follo and catgirl!reader smut...and catgirl!reader teases follo for being such a soft little cottontail who's all squeak no nibble and he gets all flustered and tries to bite back but you always seem to know how to get his tongue! (you are a cat after all)
then you both go into heat and he's all subby but then it gets to the point he shuts his brain off and just fucks you until you both blackout at the same time...
Get your back blown out by follo while you're using a vibrator. He's just saying the nastiest dirty talk alive to you after being a little brat all day.
Tw: Hurt, mentions of sh, mentions of blood, comfort
Zanka had always perceived you as a happy and calm person. Your presence always brought him comfort, and he was aware that it did the same for many of the people around you. You had many qualities he valued, and although he would never admit it out loud, he was deeply in love with you… and would never allow anything to hurt you.
But he would always blame himself for not noticing sooner.
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The conversation among the team flowed as usual, like always, but something about your behavior began to feel out of place.
You kept glancing at the door repeatedly. You didn’t seem to be paying attention to the conversation. You only laughed when someone said, “isn’t that right, Y/N? Haha!”, and Zanka was almost certain you were on the verge of crying. He could tell by the way you blinked forcefully and how you kept bringing your hands to your forearms and your legs over and over again. Not to mention how hard it was to ignore the glassy shine in your eyes.
Zanka decided to ignore it, thinking it was just in his head. Maybe you were exhausted from today’s mission and were just waiting for the moment to leave —he did the same when he wanted to disappear— but even so, the unease wouldn’t leave him.
Finally, you stood up and walked out.
And even though he felt an almost unbearable urge to follow you, he chose not to.
That was his first mistake.
Zanka tried to keep up with the conversation naturally, but he simply couldn’t focus. Something felt wrong, heavy, and he knew it. It felt familiar… like something he had experienced before… when Enjin found him in the pit.
He couldn’t help but remember the way you touched your arms nervously, running your fingers along your forearms and pressing your hands tightly against your legs, as if something— hurt.
Something in his head clicked. He didn’t know exactly what, he just knew he had to find you.
“Zanka? Where are you going?” Bro asked when he stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, from the table.
Zanka looked at everyone for a second. Several confused gazes were fixed on him. He blinked a couple of times, gripping his staff with a calm he didn’t feel.
“…I’ll clean Lovely.”
Without further explanation, he left the dining hall.
It was his second mistake to have waited so long.
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He walked through almost the entire facility, looking for you. He went to your room first and knocked on the door several times. No answer.
He frowned slightly before opening the door. Empty.
His pulse quickened.
He turned on his heel, moving faster now. He thought of the gym… but then he heard it: a low, uneven sound.
A whimper.
It came from one of the hallway bathrooms.
Zanka froze in place.
For a second, he thought he had imagined it. His mind could play tricks on him, he knew that. He took a step forward to keep going, but he couldn’t.
The feeling in his chest became unbearable, so he turned back.
He stood in front of the door and knocked twice, firmly.
“Hey… uh… are you okay in there?” his voice came out more controlled than he felt. His expression, as always, remained stoic… but his eyes didn’t.
“Yes!” the response came too quickly, and too shaky. He recognized your voice immediately.
Zanka closed his eyes for a moment. “Y/N.”
His hand pressed against the door.
“Open it.”
“No— I’m fine, really—”
“Please.” he didn’t raise his voice, he was too worried in that moment to get agitated.
There was another second of silence. Then, a clumsy, rushed sound: the lock giving way.
The door opened just a few centimeters, but it was enough for him. He let out a heavy breath and gently pushed, just enough to step inside.
The world stopped.
His gaze dropped.
Blood.
Your hands.
Your arms.
The air left his lungs.
He stood completely still for one, two seconds.
Too long.
“…What are you doing?” the question came out low. Cracked at a point that was barely noticeable.
You reacted immediately, trying to hide your arms against your body, stepping back.
“It’s nothing—”
“Stop.” Zanka stepped forward firmly until he stood right in front of you.
His eyes stayed on you, avoiding looking down again… avoiding confirming what he had already seen.
“What happened…?”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t even try.
Your breathing was uneven. Your hands trembled.
“Zanka, no— it’s not what it looks like—”
“Then tell me what it is.”
His voice remained low, controlled, but now there was something else in it.
Something that hurt.
You shook your head, pressing your lips together, as if any word would break you completely.
“I just—”
You broke.
Zanka clenched his fists.
He wasn’t angry at you, he never would be.
He was angry at himself.
“I was there,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “You were right in front of me.”
He took another step.
His body nearly against yours as his hands lifted, not knowing where to place them or what to do, his staff forgotten against one of the bathroom walls behind him.
“And I didn’t see it.”
You looked away, ashamed, trying to wipe your tears with the back of your hand.
“You don’t have to—”
“Yes.” he interrupted immediately. Not harsh, just certain. “Yes, I do.”
Silence fell between you, heavy. Zanka’s chest ached at the sight of you like this— how could he not have noticed before? You were always so happy, always showing your best face to everyone, supporting them unconditionally… but who was there for you?
Zanka exhaled slowly, as if trying to organize something he didn’t know how to say.
“Let me see.”
“No—” you refused immediately.
“Y/N.” his tone shifted slightly. Softer.
Closer.
“Let me help you.”
You hesitated.
Your hands lowered just a little.
Zanka brought a hand to your arms, looking into your eyes— red, teary, swollen. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, filled with pain.
“Can I?”
You nodded faintly.
But that small gesture was enough.
His fingers touched your wrist carefully, as if he feared hurting you more. He turned your arm slightly, observing without looking away this time.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He just breathed slowly.
With his jaw tense.
“…This is going to sting a little,” he murmured.
It wasn’t said with cruelty or threat, his voice was filled with concern and he was doing everything he could to stay calm and not break down crying right there with you, he knew that wasn’t what you needed in that moment.
He took what he needed, improvising with what was available in the bathroom. He cleaned carefully, with a precision that left no doubt: he had done this before.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.
Your shoulders began to tremble.
And Zanka noticed, but didn’t say anything right away.
He just finished bandaging carefully before speaking again.
“You don’t have to hide from me.” his words were soft.
You looked up, your eyes still wet.
“…I didn’t want you to see it.”
Zanka held your gaze fully, for the first time.
“I know. But I already did.” there was no reproach, only a raw truth.
He lowered his gaze for a second, as if choosing his next words carefully.
“I don’t understand everything.” admitting it wasn’t easy for him. “But… I’m not going anywhere.”
Your lips trembled.
“Zanka…”
He hesitated just a little.
Then, carefully, he placed a hand on your shoulder.
Sypnosis: Enjin never really cared about birthday's and such, but when he got with you he started to, though he didn't expect for you to cry.
Art by me
You always have been a giving person.
Whenever your siblings, family, friends in general have birthdays or just anything that have to do with celebration like name days or those stupid special occasion were you celebrate friendship day. You will always make sure you got them something big.
And for awhile it felt good seeing them happy as they open their presents, your circle giving you a warm hug for even remembering.
Then came your birthday. And no one showed up, or gave you anything. Just empty happy birthday wishes.
You felt a lump in your throat whenever it happened, because you hated a part of yourself that wished they put the same effort.
You felt selfish and entitled because if you truly just wanted to give them something you shouldn't expect anything back, right?
So you suck it up and continue giving.
Untill well, Enjin.
You walked inside HQ, exhausted from whatever Corvus had sighed you up to do and all you wanted was to sleep. And maybe cuddle up with Enjin as he kissed you until you felt better.
Maybe he got you a slice of cake or something but you highly doubt he will do that since he mentioned he doesn't care much about birthdays and stuff.
After good sleep, you meet Enjin in a rooftop.
You both shared a pack of cigarettes as you both talked about each other's day untill Enjin reached to a bag he had beside him the whole time.
"This is for you," said Enjin.
You opened the bag, and it was a comic series you have been telling Enjin you will buy but kept delaying it because you didn't want to spend too much money. You probably have talk his ear off about how you love the characters.
You just looked at the bag dumbfounded, how did he found the money to get this, you felt your heart tighten maybe it's your fault he got it, because you couldn't shut up and now he probably thought he was obligated to.
You felt your eyes burn, Man how ungrateful can you be?
"Babe, are you okay?" He asked scooting closer to you, "You don't like the gift, I think I got the receipt, you can always—"
You wiped the tears that were falling without your will, "No, is just—" you babbled, "I'm sorry, I will make it up to to you, I will—"
"Hey, no need for that, it's your birthday"
"I know but you said you don't do those birthday thing's and—"
"Yeah, I don't but you do, and If it's important for you than it's to me too," he said "Also probably rudo and the others were ready with their own gifts"
You don't know why it hit you, but it did and you started crying. You felt extremely guilty.
Enjin looked at you and smiled and hugged you, "You really thought I wouldn't get you anything?"
"No one does," you mumbled "People say they will and they don't. And then you did, is it cause I kept talking about the comic series? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I will get you something when—"
Enjin wiped your tears away from your face, "Baby, don't," he reassurared," And you know the others have been planning three months early for your birthday. Well, rudo actually."
"Rudo?"
"Yeah, he even accidentally called you mom."
You felt your heart tighten again, and started tearing up again.
Enjin pulled you in to a hug and carresed your hair, "You really should start surroundeding yourself with better people, come more often to HQ after work"
"I don't wanna bother anyone"
"You bother us when you don't come"
You laughed, truly laughed, "I really don't deserve you"
