Hiii!!! I read one of your stories and I alr love your account ❤️
Can I request a Zanka x Jabbers sister reader? (If requests aren’t being taken ignore this!)
(I’d love for the reader to be black as well I haven’t seen a black reader x Zanka 💔)
Basically Zanka and the reader have been secretly seeing each other behind everyone’s backs bc he’s a cleaner and she’s a raider!!
But one day they get caught meeting up by Jabber!!
Thank you!
(And a tiny bit of info abt the readers vital instrument if you want to somehow add it in!)
Her vital instrument is a phone charger (listen to me) and when she uses it she gets electricity like powers and can use the charger as a rope or lasso.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Caught.ᐟ (3.1k, not proof read)
Since zanka met you—the pretty raider who Kidnaped him along with team Akuta and team child—he found himself doing things he never thought he would do.
Things like letting criminals get away with petty crimes. letting her lip through his window. calling for hours on end. wasting time better suited for training. And falling into a consistent routine of slipping out of bed at 12:30.
Scaling the poles of a rickety, steel fire escape. waiting at the broken step a few feet below your window. hanging on only by a loose pipe and pure strength like a kid on the monkey bars as he calls your name, letting it echo off dusty brick into the solemn night. admiring the sound.
within seconds you appeared. face glowing at the sight of him, which in turn made his cheeks flush.
You watched him as he swayed in the wind. eyes trailing down the veins of his forearm that were caught in your light. particularly on the way they bulged from strain.
A small smirk formed on your lips and your hand dramatically drapped over your forehead.
“Oh Zanka, Zanka! whereart thou zanka? Where is my love? my heart!”
He clicked his tounge, looking away sharply. as he felt the heat rush to ears“…Thats not how that line goes and you know it…we really gotta do this everytime?”
“awh, c’mon you know you like it.” You mock. leaning further out the window. “plus, fitting ain’t it? With you scalling up my wall and all?”
Zanka huffs with half hearted exhaustion “tch…c’mon just let me up rupunzal. been waiting all day for this..”
Your eyebrow quirked up in feigned shock. “Oh so you do think about me?”
“You know the answer to that already don’t you? C’mon, know you’ve been thinking ‘bout me too.”
You grumble something about his impatience before letting your cord down. Zanka quickly reaches for it and as soon as contact was made it snuggly tightened itself around his wrist, hoisting him up to your window and bring you two face to face. Noses almost touching.
“Oh! And there he is!” You hum. Leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek just to see how he lights up faster than even he could prevent.
His breath hitched at the soft feeling of warm skin against him. The proximity almost too much for him to bear. He schools himself into a frown in some attempt to save face.
“Here I am indeed…” he mumbled, ignoring the way his throat tightened and voice fought not to waver.
A few more kisses trailed haphazardly up his jaw. Zanka’s muscles surrender under the warmth, allowing himself to slump against the glass and for his legs to part.
You slipped in between. holding his face in your palms as you continued your voyage across his skin, Watching with pleasure as his eyes go all half lidded.
A lazy smirk crossed his face. “ Palm to palm is holy Palmer’s kiss.” He hummed. his southern draw thicking as exhaustion over takes him. Earning a snicker from you.
“Nerd.” You chide.
Zanka let out an incredulous scoff. “You started it.”
“Mmm…but ‘s not the same when you do it.”
“Hater.” He smacked, lacking any real bite.
Zanka’s finger reached up and twirled your twists around his forefinger lazily while he began to return the favor. pressing kiss after kiss across your bronzed cheeks.
You pull him further into your room. loudly stumbling along to your mattress, carelessly bumping into things, suppressing tiny giggles. shushing more yourself than him.
Over the course of your little rendezvous you’ve both have gotten more careless than what was preferred. actually— necessary would be more accurate.
this whole thing had serious consequences. in a sense you were both betraying what you held dear, you knew that. however the world seemed to fade to black whenever you were together, too high off emotion and the gummies stolen from your brother to care.
you two landed on your bed with a bounce. Zanka found himself melting into the soft curve your chest, in between your
that’s how most of your nights were. him slotted between your thighs, listening to you rant and rave about whatever had been inconveniencing you that week. Naturally, he’d do the same but today seemed to be your turn.
“missed you..been bored all week. Zodyl’s busy cooking up something, so now i’m stuck lying around listening to jabber yap all day about random ass bullshit..” you grumbled.
“uh huh.”
“he’s been experimenting with some new stuff lately. now he never shuts up! he could see a bug and now, all of a sudden he could write a whole dissertation about it.”
“okay well how is that different from how he usually is?”
“ the difference is with these—“ you reach down to your side drawer, pulling out a pack of half eaten chocolate. “— he’s actually quieter than usual. like sometime I think he’s up and died.”
zanka’s head tilts to the side. “would that be so bad?”
a sharp giggle erupts from your throat. “c’mon you tripping. he’s not that bad. ya’ll just got off to a bad start that’s all.”
playfully you pinch the side of his arm.
Zanka looks back to you, face all scrunched up in annoyance. “can we be so serious.”
You lean back on your elbows. Tilting your head as you downed a piece of the chocolate. “I’m always serious….want one?”
You extended the rest of it to him.
Zanka scrutinized it long and hard before shaking his head. “one of us gotta be alert.”
“hah? i’m always alert.” you pout.
He scoffed, crossing his arms as he shifted.
“really? because last time i checked i’ve always been the one to hear when someone’s coming, or to remember when it’s time to go.”
Both were facts. Zanka had ears like a hound dog and was a lot more cautious than yourself, not that you really liked to hear it.
in fact your lower lip poked out in a pout every time he did.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re alert, unable to relax and just spend time with me, i hear you. loud and clear.” you rolled your eyes.
Zanka craned his head up, getting a better look of the way your eyebrows furrowed.
“you say that like it’s a bad thing.” He hummed out.
“Just so you know, if i didn’t keep my ears open and let you just— be; we’d be caught. Either by your leader or your mental patient of a brother.” he reminded.
“again, not that bad. Not bad at all and you know it.” you half heartedly defended. You Knew as good as him the type of person your brother was but you couldn’t help but want to see that spark in his eye when he gets started.
Zanka’s jaw ticked. “he’s borderline psychotic. you saw what he did to me.” he grumbled lowly.
you hummed, maniqured fingertips combing through his chocolate and vanilla colored bangs. Whatever rant he was about to go on is quickly forgotten at the sensation. Sucker.
“So what if he don’t feel bad? I didn’t feel bad neither when i saw how he did you. That mean i’m no good either?”
You teased in that honeyed voice of yours.
He hated that. How you knew every trick in the book to make him melt into you.
Zanka’s lips pressed together in mock consideration, trying harder than ever to school his expression. “well, look at you now. Treating me like i’m some kind of pet. i’d say that’s pretty wicked of you.”
As your kisses begin to trail zanka began to shake your head.
“not— not the point though, imagine if he caught us. like this.”
you picked at a piece of zanka’s hair, toying with it between your fingers as you huffed. “don’t think he’d do much to be honest…too lazy for that.”
“okay well— you’re biased so your opinion can’t really be trusted now can it? he’s your brother.”
To seal alway another retort you pushed his bangs back, exposing his forehead and pressed a few languid kisses there.
“look, he won’t find out. And even if he does, if he cares about me he won’t mess with you.”
you could see from the small line formed between his brows that he didn’t quite believe you, But the feeling of your fingers on his scalp were too much for him to call it out.
So instead he melted, head lolled back as you played with his hair; Droning on and on about your week.
the words don’t reach him. only bits and pieces over the low buzz of the world around him. The screeches of cars speeding outside with music blaring out so loud you could hear it from miles; the silent murmurs of scummy raiders only a few feet away from your thin walls.
All of it served as background noise to him while he studied your face, your vasalined lips that shined even brighter under your fluorescent overhead light.
The horrible thing about the night is that there wasn’t any signal on the passage of time. No shades of gray, bright blue, or orange and pink. just a dark, cosmic black.
He was supposed to keep his wits. to be the responsible one. but not tonight, he couldn’t, not in your arms.
but his warm haze came to a screeching halt when loud cackle bursts through the halls.
Zanka immediately sprung up at the noise, putting distance between the two of you before being rendered completely ridged as fear sized his body.
His eyes darted between your door and yourself, who looked almost equally shaken. Eyes widened and mouth gone slack.
Zanka zeroed in on the sound. The stifled giggles, the overly jolly footsteps hitting the worn wood flooring over and over.
shit.
Zanka jumped off the bed and ducked beneath your bed, Holding his breath against the dust that coated the floor. in a matter of seconds your door swung open and hit the wall with a thud.
A voice rang out, maybe one of the worst voices he could’ve heard in that moment— jabbers.
“hey…you didn’t fuck with my supply right?”
Zanka’s face almost dropped for a second in a surprise.
Jabber’s voice didn’t carry the same giddiness or mania that it did in the past. For once he almost seemed completely relaxed. his words came out gruff. slightly strung together but not incoherent.
he could hear the the bed creak as you shifted around.
“What shit? you smoke half of it.”
“how would you know I smoke half of it if you’re not in their consistently?”
There was a beat of silence. He could almost hear the gears churning in your skull.
He could imagine how you craned your neck forward in feigned disbelief as you simply said “How the fuck does that correlate???”
“if you’re not in there, then how do you know?”
“because it’s a friday night and you don’t do anything but make weird shit and nobody trust your weird ass strain of weed so you test it on yourself?”
Jabber smacked his lips. “man that’s some bullshit and you know it. i can’t believe you would even try me like that, i thought we were close.”
“…Im looking at you in right now and you look higher than a kite.”
Jabber didn’t respond. He just rolled his eyes and he just started mumbling under his breathe as he began rummaging through your dresser
“flyer than a kite i get high than rapunzel , keep the snow white i could buy it by the bundle—“
You reached for a pillow and throw it at him.
Before it could slam into the side of his head Jabber caught it and without turning towards you thrusted it full force.
you jerk to the right, the white lump narrowly missing you and instead ramming into your head board, pushing it into the wall with a loud thwack
“Are you good?!” You shouted, the shock and disbelief overwhelming.
“I’m cool! I’m feeling so good! You however, clearly aren’t because why would you would you touch my shit?!”
“I just told yo goofy ass i didn’t touch anything!”
Jabber puts his hands over his ears. “Liar. Liar liar— lalalalala!!! Can’t hear yo lying ass!”
Jabber continued in his search. Anxiety begins to bubble in his gut as Jabber gets closer and closer. Eventually landing Right in front of the bed, his only escape. Blocked off.
there really wasn’t anywhere to run. Jabber was infront of the only window, no doubt he’d be seen. and the bags of braiding hair and the boxes of product behind him were blocking him from crawling out the other side.
Don’t look. For the love of the sphere don’t look.
You hopped out of the bed, trailing right on his heels. Berating him and trying your hardest to get him to turn around.
Jabber shifted through each and every drawer. Every paper. every hair and fashion magazine. looking at each one with meticulous precision and heavenly efficiency.
When he found nothing his eyebrows furrowed.
A small relieved smile formed on your face. “you see? there’s nothing. so just go back to wherever you came from.”
Jabber let out a low groan.
“damn…if you don’t have it…ugh. “ He tilted his head up to meet the low glow of your overhead light.
you crossed your arms. “c’mon, say it. I was right and you were wrong and then we can both just go about our business!”
Jabber took a long pause just staring into the soft glow of your overhead light; not blinking once even as his eyes began to get all bleary.
suddenly his attention snaps to the bed.
A grin formed on his face. “ohhh i get it… damn you got me real good there.”
your eyebrow quaked up in confusion. “…huh?”
jabber dugged into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He crouched on the ground, all fours and flicked the gas on. Coming face to face with wide eyed, petrified zanka.
A heavy, long stretch of silence weighed over you three.
Zanka could feel his soul leave his body. his skin turning a sickly white.
“….No way….no ‘effing way…”
Jabber looked between the both of you. over and over as he tried to figure out the scene in front of him.
Zanka couldn’t move. He couldn’t think, look He couldn’t even tear his eyes away. The sense of was too much. A reaction is what he needed it.
Zanka could see that moment in jabbers eyes when everything connected.
A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips.
He knew the lay out of your room pretty well, if he moved fast enough he could probably run out the door. Or maybe jump out the window. He waited for it. For the moment Jabber would pounce.
But it never came. Instead Jabber started laughing uncontrollably. tears pricking at his eyes.
“No way! You and mr bad additude?! Jeez you have horrible taste!”
Zanka’s jaw goes slack at that. He couldn’t even respond. All he could let out is just a small “…huh?”
Jabbers smile widened. “c’mon mr Bad attitude! watcha doin’ down there! you ain’t tryna hide from me are ya?”
“what— i— why the hell would i hide from you?”
“i mean…you’re dating my sister behind my back, maybe you were scared of what mankira could do hm?” Jabber chuckled to himself.
You shot Jabber a glare. “hey…”
Jabber threw his hands up in mock surrender. “woah woah! No need to get all ticked off i’m just playin’ i swear! got way bigger fish to fry…wouldn’t hurt your little boy toy over here too badly anyway.”
“Jabber…” You warn.
“i’m kidding jeez…since when where you did you get all sensitive?” Jabber groaned.
Zanka grumbled something incoherent as he pulled himself out of the dark sea of dust and debris.
“Won’t you just get on somewhere? you were looking for your stuff and it wasn’t in here so just go okay?!”
Jabber finally shot off the lighter and got off his knees. He pressed against jabber, far too close for comfort
“nah i’m too invested now! tell me, when did you two fall for each other? was it instant?”
“That’s none of your business…” Zanka sighed.
“uh— yeah it is. can’t have somebody who couldn’t give a rats ass marry my sister now can i? wait— oo! that reminds me, we need to run that fade back! gotta make sure you can defend her too!”
Jabber raised his hand. with a sharp metal shink his claws unsheathed.
You grabbed Jabber’s wrist and began pulling him towards your door. “Bye Jabber.”
“what— no i gotta fight him! he owes me!” Jabber whined in petulance.
“Then do it later when you’re outside and away from me!” you gritted
“c’mon let me stay, let me stay!” he begged
you started to dig in your pocket and hold up the rest of the chocolate you’d eaten earlier. Dangling it in front of him.
Jabbers eyes widened. “Hah! so you did take it!”
“First of all, i didn’t. you gave it to me. And second, i give you this you leave and you don’t tell anyone what you saw today.”
Jabber groaned and looked at it. Eyebrows furrowed and twitching as he thought it over. He snatched the chocolate. turning on his heel.
“Yeah yeah….I’m still getting my fade though. See ya mr bad attitude! don’t get too carried away, stay safe!”
Before Jabber could fully close the door, You hurled another pillow his way. Though it ends up hitting the door.
Jabber stuck his tongue out mockingly
then fully closing the door with a thud.
You let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry about that…he’s not psychotic but he’s definitely annoying.”
Zanka gave an awkward smile. “you don’t say…”
You exhaled, pulling your hair tie out and letting your jade braids fall from their hold. The clacks of barrett’s and beads echo throughout the quiet room.
“Look what he said earlier— i wouldn’t let him seriously hurt you. He’s just talking, you know that right?” You frowned.
Zanka gently grabbed your wrist and pressed his lips to yours. You could feel your face slowly heat up as you felt the plushness against yours. His scent of jasmine and vanilla evading and mixing with yours.
You stayed there for a moment. pressing back gently. Sadly he was the one to break first.
“look…you ain’t gotta apologize for ‘nuthin. i mean…my siblings are kind of crazy too. So your brother doesn’t scare me. I’m here for you y’know?”
You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a peck.
Zanka ended up staying for a few hours past what he was supposed to. But he couldn’t leave you. He was way too deep into. even if you your brother was a nut job.
