the sunlight glares through the grimy window of your cozy bedroom. you can hear the faint hum of the town coming to life outside, but here, in your room, curled up on the mattress that felt like 10 million feathers to you - it's quiet. peaceful.
and warm. so warm. mostly because your boyfriend, zanka, hasn't moved in hours.
his arm is still slung across your waist, heavy and comforting, like he's clinging onto you, even in his peaceful slumber.
you think about turning around to face him, but the same millisecond that you even twitch, his arm tightens.
"don't," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. "it's early."
"you don't even know what time it is!" you chuckle, twisting your neck to get as good a view of him as you possibly can.
"don't need to. just feels early."
you drop your head again and smile into the pillow. he's always like this in the mornings. grumbly, half asleep, and way more affectionate and cuddly than he'd be willing to ever admit whilst fully awake.
"i should get up," you whisper, though you make no real attempt to move.
"no," he says again, voice lower this time. he shifts only just enough to bury his face into the crook of your neck, muttering something that sounded very much like "stay a little longer."
you run your fingers through his longer, blonde strands. "you're clingy in the mornings, you know that?"
"shut up," he grunts, clearly offended but not moving an inch.
sometimes you find it hard to imagine that this is the same zanka who is all sharp edges and sarcasm when he's awake. here, tangled in your sheets, with the morning sunlight catching in his long lashes and his guard completely down, he's soft. warm. adorable.
you settle in again, giving into him the same way you always do, letting him drape his body over you like a human blanket. eventually, you'll have to get up. there's work to do after all, you're both cleaners. but for now, you'll let yourself enjoy this rare, quiet moment.
even if he starts drooling in your ear 40 seconds later.
note: this was a request from an anon which i just LOVED. thank you so much for letting me write this, anon! i love soft fluffy zanka <3
EAAAAAAH. Zodyl x a reader who can match his wit. HE CAN BE SO SNARKY. It's endearing, but I ALSO HATE IT. Why so rude!! Someone humble him for a second please 😕✌✌
zodyl typhon x spicy! reader
note: this was my first ever gachiakuta ask... i'm so sorry it took so long anon!!
desc: zodyl goes toe to toe with someone just as spicy as him
cw: cursing, teasing, bitta tension, flirting
you had thought zodyl was untouchable. but now you realize that you were pleasantly wrong.
“i must admit,” he said, leaning against the wall with that infuriating calm, “you have a helluva mouth on you.”
“oh, shut the hell up,” you shot back, smirking. “and don’t act like you don’t love it.”
a flicker of something, interest? maybe amusement? passed over his indigo eyes. “i don’t.” his voice was flat, but you could hear the blatant lie.
“bullshit,” you countered, stepping closer, daring him. “that fuckass smirk? don’t even try to deny it, zodyl. you’re dying inside, aren’t ya?”
he stiffened, and for a split second, you thought you might have gone too far. then his lips twitched, almost a smile. “you’re infuriating.”
“infuriating, huh?” you laughed, circling him like a predator. “babes, that’s the nicest thing you’ve called me all day. but go ahead, try harder. i like it when you try.”
zodyl’s gaze sharpened. “you’re fucking boooold. devious little creature.”
“damn right.” you leaned in just a fraction, letting your words brush against him like a dare. “you think you can handle me, don’t you? admit it, you’re enjoying this more than you think.”
he froze for a heartbeat. then, with a controlled exhale, he muttered, “whatever.”
“bingo.” you grinned, resting a hand lightly on his chest. “seeee? not so untouchable now, are ya?”
zodyl’s smirk was slow, deliberate, and super dangerous. “you’re a reckless little firecracker, aren't ya?”
“yeah,” you whispered, leaning closer, your lips barely grazing his ear. “and i know exactly how to ignite you.”
for once, he didn’t snap back. instead, he let that smirk linger, eyes dark, body tense. he wasn’t backing down. and neither were you. because some games weren’t meant to end quickly, and he had just found someone who could match him, every step of the way. this was gonna be fuuuuuuuuuuun.
Heyy, I absolutely LOVE ur anka fanfic writings! Could you please make a fanfic of the reader on their period and how Zanka would react to it (like treating the reader and staying close to them idk, plsss do ur magic) , UR THE ABSOLUTE BEST WITH ZANKA FANFICS!! ❤️ 🙏 🥺
zanka nijiku - period comfort
desc: you’re stuck dealing with cramps and pain, but zanka refuses to leave your side
note: thank you, friend <333 i'm sorry i took my time with this one!! but i hope you like it. appreciate you a lot!
cw: period mentions, caretaking, just sweet zanka
you hated this week with a passion. the cramps had started before dawn, gnawing and twisting until you were curled up on your bed, clutching your stomach and glaring at the ceiling like it had done you dirty.
zanka had noticed immediately. as always, he was observant to a fault. one glance at your pale face and slow movements and he knew something was off.
“tch. what’s up with ya now?” he asked, crossing his arms. his tone was flat as always, but his eyes lingered on you longer than usual.
you mumbled something about “just cramps” and tried to wave him off, but the moment the word clicked in his head, he stiffened. a beat passed, then he gave a sharp exhale through his nose, as if scolding himself for not realizing sooner.
“ohhhh..” his ears turned a little red, though he kept his voice level. “figures.”
you braced yourself for some awkward comment or a lecture about not being careful enough with your health, but instead, he crouched down beside you. without asking, he set his hand lightly over your blanket, just above your stomach.
“does it help if there’s pressure here?”
the question was blunt, clinical almost, but his touch was careful. when you nodded, he frowned like this was some kind of battle he couldn’t believe you were expected to fight every month.
“i’ll get something warm.” he stood and was gone before you could protest. minutes later, he returned with a hot water bottle wrapped in a blanket. you blinked at it, surprised. “zanka, where did you even..?”
“i improvise,” he cut you off, shoving it gently into your hands before sitting beside you. his long legs folded neatly, his posture straight like he was standing guard rather than just sitting on the floor. “stop looking at me like that. i’m not useless, y'know.”
you pressed the warmth to your stomach and sighed in relief. zanka’s jaw unclenched at the sound, though he looked away quickly, pretending not to notice the way your body relaxed. for a long while, he stayed beside you in silence. every time you shifted, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, ready to move if you needed something. whenever a cramp made you wince, his hand twitched like he wanted to help but didn’t know how.
then finally, he muttered, “if this was a fight, i'd beat its ass for ya. but this..” his lips pressed thin, then he leaned back against the wall, voice softer. “all i can do is sit here. so that’s what i’ll do, kay?”
and he meant it.
he fetched you water and medicine whenever you needed it, glared at anyone who tried to bother you, and even sat through your favorite reality trash tv show with you without a single complaint (though his eyebrows twitched the whole time) then when you started to drift off, his voice reached you faintly.
“you handle it well. stronger than ya look, average or not.” then he paused. “i’ll stay here ‘til you’re better.”
when you woke, the cramps had dulled, the hot water pouch still warm against your stomach. zanka was dozing beside you, arms crossed and head tipped back against the wall, the beautiful picture of someone who’d sworn to stand guard and refused to leave, even in the deepest of sleep.
Hey there! I just saw you’re writing Gachiakuta fics and I would like to request! Can you please write a fem reader x Zanka? Her being from canvas town, the same age as Rudo but working with the cleaners as one of the assistants supporting Tomme drawing for documentation. Zanka slowly falls for her while she respects but fears him after watching how he is with Rudo. Thank you in advance!
the sketch stuff, with the drawings - zanka nijiku
genre/cw: angst (if you squint), kinda silly bashful zanka, he luvss being praised. req for fem! reader but turned out pretty gn :)
wc: 1.1k
note: thank you @annanemurenai for requesting! sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy<3
you tried not to flinch when zanka raised his voice.
it was never at you, but watching the way he tore into rudo during training, with sharp words and dirty looks, made your chest feel tight. you weren't used to people like him. in canvas town, arguments were quieter. people around you smiled more.
zanka didn't smile much. very rarely, even. so you kept your distance.
you worked behind tomme, scribbling quick sketches, documenting jinkis, terrain shifts and damages. you did your job so well, quietly and safely.
zanka barely ever acknowledged you, and you were fine with that. or, you thought you were.
it happened after a mission against a particularly aggressive group of trash beasts.
zanka had returned a mess, dirty, his hands a little bloody, but smugly victorious. despite his current state, he still looked like he was thriving.
you were sketching the beast whilst tomme was documenting the jinki usage. you looked up.
"that was.. actually so impressive, really," you said, before you could even think to stop yourself. "how you handled that second one."
zanka blinked, halfway through unwrapping a bandage for his injured hand. "huh?"
you hesitated, a little shy. "the way you took it down, you know.. with your jinki. that wasn't random, right?" god, you felt like an idiot.
he blinked again. "no. that was planned. it's kinda my job."
you mentally slapped yourself in the face, but smiled a little anyway. "well, you're good at it."
his ears went pink. he scratched his cheek, eyes flicking away. "..thanks."
and then, under his breath; "nobody ever notices me like that."
after that, you started seeing more of him. zanka started showing up near your sketch station. sitting nearby whilst you diagrammed and cleaned up sketches, asking questions about your labeling like he actually cared.
he started offering extra details after missions, unprompted.
"i hit that one from the left first. that's why its strike was off balance."
you'd glance up. "that's.. helpful. thank you zanka."
he'd go quiet, then grin a little to himself when he thought you couldn't see.
he was still rough on rudo, of course. still kinda loud, unpredictable. you still tensed when he slammed the ground with his jinki in an attempt to take him down, or when he shouted. but when he looked at you, it was different, almost gentle.
one time, he brought you a cracked fragment from a defeated trash beast.
“figured you’d want it. for the sketchbook,” he mumbled, shoving it into your hands.
you blinked down at the gnarled metal. “thank you, zanka. that’s thoughtful.”
he perked up instantly. “really?”
You nodded. “you always think about what might help.”
his mouth twitched into something soft and crooked, almost silly looking. he didn’t say anything, but you caught him glancing at your smile like it was something he wanted to see again and again.
then came the day you were hurt.
you were with tomme, documenting a site where trash beasts had previously resided. it was supposed to be cleared and safe, but something in the debris shifted and suddenly, you were falling.
you hit the floor hard. tomme called for help, and you could already feel the bruising searing across your aching ribs.
zanka was the first to get there.
you heard him before you saw him, his voice echoing through the area. when he finally reached you, eyes wide, hair a mess, he dropped beside you like you weren't in the middle of a dangerous zone.
“you okay?”
you nodded shakily. “just bruised i think.”
he hovered like he wanted to check you over himself. his voice cracked a little. “are you sure?”
“yeah. i'm sure.”
he sat back on his heels, exhaling. “you scared the shit outta me.”
You looked at him, surprised. “you… were scared?”
“obviously,” he muttered. “you’re always in the corner being smart and careful, not falling off of trash mountains.”
you gave a soft laugh, even as your side throbbed in pain.
“i’m glad it was me who found you,” he added.
“…me too.”
later, after things calmed, you found him outside alice's office, sitting awkwardly and twiddling with his hands.
he looked up when he heard your footfalls. "you're okay?"
you nodded. "alice says i'll be sore for a few weeks. nothing serious."
he breathed out a sigh of relief “good. you're a real clutz”
you giggled and sat beside him on the bench.
he fidgeted. then, “back when we first met.. you were scared of me.”
you didn’t deny it.
“i never wanted you to be,” he said, quieter now. “i just- i didn’t know how to talk to you without messing it up.”
“you didn’t mess anything up,” you said softly. “i was just used to people who didn’t bark orders mid sentence.”
he grimaced, cringing at himself. “i don’t bark.”
you raised a brow.
“whatever, maybe I do,” he grumbled. “but not at you.”
you smiled. “i know.”
a beat passed. then he mumbled, “so- when you said i was clever, and thoughtful.. did you mean it?”
you turned to look at him. “huh? yeah, of course i did.”
his ears turned red. he tried to bite back a grin and failed miserably.
“thanks,” he said. “that.. ah, i dunno. that means a lot, i guess.”
you nudged his arm gently. “you’re easy to praise when you’re not throwing rudo into a wall.”
he laughed. not loud, not sharp, just warm and nice. “yeah, i'll work on that.”
Then he went quiet. Like he was thinking.
“You’re uhhh” he started, then rubbed the back of his neck. “i mean, what i’m trying to say is… you’re also… good.”
you blinked. “good?”
zanka cringed. “i mean not just at your job. which, you are. super good at it, ya know? like the sketch stuff. with the drawings.”
you tried not to smile. “the sketch stuff with the drawings?”
“and your handwriting’s neat. that’s.. impressive. like i can read it and stuff”
you were definitely smiling now. “thank you?”
he groaned quietly and buried his face in his hands. “that’s not what I meant. i mean you’re smart. and kind. and you’re like, calming? but in a not boring way?”
“…calming but not boring, huh?”
he peeked through his fingers. “i swear it sounded better in my head.”
“it’s okay,” you said, laughing softly. “i think I get what you meant.”
“yeah?”
you nodded. “and for what it’s worth? that was kind of adorable.”
his hands dropped from his face. he looked stunned. “wait, really?”
“really.”
zanka turned completely red. “okay this is fine. gonna explode now.”
you nudged him again, and this time, he leaned into your touch.
Narumi gen with s/o whos also likes video games, except she is clean freak, not a STANKY WET CAT like him
note: stanky wet cat has me ROLLING
content warnings: none - just gen being filthy (PG)
gen narumi was many things; captain of the first division, japan’s strongest anti kaiju combatant. a literal walking headline, but most of all, your biggest mess.
you stood in the doorway of his quarters, hands on your hips, staring at the disaster zone he called home. empty cans, snack wrappers, yamazon boxes piled high, his collectable figurines, a pile of laundry that looked like it might actually be alive. his coat was tossed over a chair like a forgotten rag. and gen himself? sitting criss cross applesauce in sweatpants, headset on, yelling at strangers on the internet.
“bro, you didn’t cover the flank!” he shouted, completely oblivious to your horrified stare. “no, don’t - ah, you’re shit! skill issue!”
you pinched the bridge of your nose. “gen.”
nothing.
“gen.”
still nothing.
you took a deep breath and marched in, smacking the mute button on his headset. “GEN.”
he yelped, whipping his head around like you’d just attacked him. “hey! i was carrying my team!”
“you’re about to be carried - out of this room - if you don’t explain why it smells like a dumpster in here.” you kicked an empty can out of your path, glaring. gen blinked, then grinned sheepishly. “what? this is my environment. organized chaos, babe, i thrive here.”
you gave him a flat look. “there’s no ‘organized.’ just chaos and... what is that? is that mold?”
he laughed, leaning back in his chair. “c’mon, don’t be like that. you loooove me.”
“i do,” you said sweetly, grabbing a pile of his dirty laundry with two fingers like it was toxic waste. “but i also love not living in a biohazard zone.”
gen pouted. “you’re too clean, you know that? like, squeaky. i’m over here vibin’, and you’re about to bleach the shit outta me.”
you dropped the clothes into a basket. “someone has to keep you from smelling like a rotten corpse.”
he snorted, but the corner of his mouth tugged into a soft smile. “tch. fine, fine. you win. i’ll clean.”
you paused mid fold, suspicious. “…that easy?”
he shrugged. “you think i’d rather fight you or a kaiju? at least kaiju don’t hold grudges about my sock piles.” he leaned back, watching you with that lazy grin. “besides, it’s kinda hot when you boss me around.”
your cheeks warmed, though you tried to hide it, and you rolled your eyes. “…you’re ridiculous.”
“ridiculous and good at games,” he shot back, grabbing his controller. “now, c’mon. co-op match. i’ll carry you now.”
“you mean like i’m carrying this whole room?”
“exactly.” he patted the spot next to him on the couch. “respawn point’s right here, clean freak. and don’t worry - i washed the blanket. last week.”
you groaned, but you sat anyway, nudging his shoulder. he grinned like he’d won something. and really, despite the mess, he had.
because stanky wet cat or not - he was your stanky wet cat.
Hello²!!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! Cause I surely am having one, specially after seeing you're smau masterlist request for gokurakugai!!!!!
So may I request an smau where the characters got jealous because: "They saw you talking and flirting to some guy(it was for a mission to gather information ;)"
No rush, I just think this would be really cute specially to yoru and alma! <33
-😻
jealousy ft alma & yoru
AN: the boys catch you flirting with somebody else. or do they? request from anon! sorry anon for your LONG wait. thank you❤️
warnings: mentions of violence, murder and suicide
Hi there! Congrats on your exam! I want to thank you again for writing my request on Zanka x sketcher?reader, I really liked it! 💜 I’d like to request a continuation of it, with reader catching on how Zanka feels about them, and after a long time, they’re like: “Wait, I like him too!??” If not possible then no problem! And again, thank you so much for my last request!!! Love your writing 🫰💜
Wait.. I Like Him Too? - Zanka Nijiku x Sketcher!Reader
AN: ANNA <3 it's my absolute pleasure! Thank you for your kind words, here is part 2 for you. Hope you enjoy <3
Genre: mutual pining, fluff, crack. P2 of 'The Sketch Stuff, With the Drawings'
TW: Fem POV
Read pt1 here
You were minding your own business, labeling a sketch of recent Trash Beast activity, when Zanka dropped a snack on your desk with the most serious face he could muster.
“What’s this?” you asked.
“Riceball,” he said. “I noticed you skipped lunch.”
You blinked. “That’s.. really thoughtful.”
He shrugged like it was nothing, but you watched his cheeks turn bright red. “Tomme said they were good for energy or whatever,” he added. “Also, I didn’t want the last one gettin' cold.”
You raised a brow. “You brought me the last one?”
Zanka avoided your eyes. “Shut up.” You took a bite. It was, unfortunately, so so good. Then, you felt your heart do that thing again where it tried to escape through your ribs like hey girl, pay attention.
It wasn’t just the riceball. It was the way Zanka started showing up wherever you were. Casually leaning against walls, casually doing everything in his power to be noticed by you without ever saying it out loud.
Once, he nearly got knocked out by a Trash Beast's tail because he turned around to look at you mid swing. You’d yelled, “Eyes on the enemy, moron!”
Then he shouted back, “But you were smiling!”
The Cleaners gave him a concussion check after the fight. He was absolutely fine, just stupidly in love.
You figured it out when he offered you his coat and his scarf and half of his snack in one sitting.
“Are you cold?” he asked, pushing the scarf at you again.
“It’s not cold in the slightest today, Zanka” you said.
“Okay but like, what if you were cold?”
You squinted at him. “…Zanka.”
He blinked at you, all wide eyes and too much jacket (Legend has it he was wearing an extra 2 just to give you one). “Yeah?”
“Do you like me?”
A pause. Then he smiled; panicked and kinda crooked. “Dunno. Define like.”
You stared at him.
He coughed. “Okay, yes.”
Another beat.
“You ain't mad?” he asked, a little too fast. “Because if this ruins things, I can like.. I can stop. I can be non weird. I can go full professional.”
You tilted your head. “You think this is you being professional?”
He looked genuinely offended. “This is me being professional.”
You laughed and then immediately stopped laughing because your heart dropped straight into your shoes.
Because oh no. Wait. You like him back.
“What,” you said softly.
Zanka blinked. “What?”
“Oh no,” you whispered. “I like you too.”
He stared. “..Did you just say oh no?”
You slapped your hands over your face. “I’m so stupid.”
He looked absolutely delighted. “Oh my god, I beat you to the confession? I won?”
You peeked at him between your fingers. “You’re keeping score?”
“Of course I’m keeping score,” he said proudly, closing his eyes and waving around his Lovely Assistaff. “That’s how I cope with being completely gone for you.”
You groaned. He grinned. “Soooo. Wanna do something? Not, like, a mission. A date. With me. Unless that’s too soon and you need time to process, in which case I’ll shut up and go scream into the abyss.”
You blinked at him. “Did you just ask me out and threaten to scream in the same breath?”
“Multitaskin,” he said seriously. You burst out laughing.
“Yes,” you said. “Let’s go on a date.”
“Wait.. really?!”
“Zanka.”
“Sorry! I just.. thought I’d have to trick you into it using snacks and napkin doodles for, like, two more months.”
“You kind of already did.”
He looked absurdly pleased with himself. You were doomed. And so, so down bad.
Hii!! So excited to find a Link Click writer here, the fandom is so small, and there's almost no fics 😭, your writing is also amazing btw I love you works. Could I request for a Lu Guang x f!reader one shot? Basically reader can like read the future on a phone or laptop almost like the coding on the computer like the green letters on the black background If y'know what I mean lol. Anyway, reader get nightmares a lot and Lu comforts her.
Feel free to take any liberties to make it better cause... I don't know what I'm doing, I just need some way to cope with the Bridon chapter 😂 Thank you so much please have a great rest of your day! ♥
when the screen whispers - lu guang x reader
desc: haunted by visions of what’s to come, you find safety in lu guang’s steady presence
note: hey anon!! i've been sitting on this request for MONTHS. i'm so sorry and i hope you're still around to see it!
the glow of your laptop filled the dark room with an eerie green light. the letters scrolled too fast tonight; lines of code, like a language only you could read, spelling out fragments of events that hadn’t happened yet. your chest tightened as one vision after another assaulted your mind, a sequence of moments that made your stomach churn.
you bolted upright, panting. sweat ran down your temple. the nightmare from sleep had merged with the premonitions from your screen, leaving your mind in a haze of fear. your hands shook as you tried to close the laptop, but the images lingered in your mind, relentless.
a soft knock came at the door.
“hey.. you awake?” lu guang’s voice was calm and steady, cutting through your panic.
“i.. i can’t-” you stammered, voice shaking. “it’s too much. i.. everything’s wrong.”
he was there in an instant, kneeling beside your bed, placing a hand on your shoulder to ground you. “breathe,” he said softly. “hey, i’m here. you’re safe. you’re okay.”
you couldn’t stop the tremors. he didn’t push you to talk, didn’t demand explanations. instead, he slowly guided you into his arms, letting you lean against his chest. his steady heartbeat was like an anchor.
“the visions, they’re just possibilities,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. “You see them because you’re strong enough to bear it, but you don’t have to bear it alone.”
tears slipped down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting. he wiped them away gently, thumb brushing across your skin, steadying you. “i’m not going anywhere. not now, not ever. whatever comes, we’ll face it together, yeah?”
you clung to him, burying your face against his shirt. the green letters on your laptop faded into the background, insignificant compared to the warmth and calm he radiated.
“you don’t have to fight every vision,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “some things are meant to be seen, not feared. trust me, i’ll always be here to help you carry it.”
for the first time that night, the tight knot in your chest loosened. fhe fear, the panic, the relentless visions- they still existed, but with lu guang beside you, they didn’t feel insurmountable.
“thank you,” you whispered, voice trembling but calmer now.
“always,” he said again, letting you sink fully into his embrace. “always.”
and for the first time, you let yourself drift into sleep, knowing that even if the future remained uncertain, lu guang would be there to face it with you, forever.
