Hannii

MASTERLIST

MY LIST [Series]

Please remember to be kind to me, because I'm just this one here👇🏻

Raider Zanka has a free spot in my heart 🥹 Art by @/ragscarstitches on X

✧ If you're a Cleaner who resists him, he'll become obsessed with defeating you.

✧ Every encounter will turn into an aggressive, adrenaline-fueled game of flirtation.

✧ He'll find any excuse to "save" you from a dangerous situation just to drag you into his territory. He'll arrogantly tell you that you now belong to him and that you're safer under his watch than anywhere else.

✧ If you're with him in the Raiders, you'll be the most troublesome pair in the group. Zanka will follow his faction's orders to the letter, except if those missions put you in real danger; in that case, he'll sabotage the plan without hesitation to prioritize your life.

✧ He loves to show you off to the other Raiders. He'll put his arm around your neck in front of his group and glare at anyone who stares at you. He's extremely territorial.

✧ His way of courting you will be by giving you valuable, rare, or useful items he's looted on his missions. He'll casually toss them to you, pretending they were "in the way," when in reality he risked his life to get them for you.

✧ His physical affection becomes much more direct, rough, and demanding. He likes to pull your clothes to slam you against his chest or pin you against a wall to remind you who's boss, though he'll turn just as red if you confidently return the favor.

Follo hadn't paid much attention the first time he'd entered your room. Honestly, the guy was really nervous the first time you two were alone there, so you couldn't blame him.

Now that you'd been dating for a few months and the nervousness had (almost) subsided, the sight of the single mirror covered with a cloth caught his eye when he entered your room.

"Everything okay?" you asked, coming out of the bathroom, finishing fixing your hair. "Yeah, everything's fine," he smiled and took your hand, leading you out of the room.

Spending time with Follo was like a fairy tale. He wasn't just handsome... he was a gentleman, kind, and funny. He thought of your needs before his own, and every now and then you noticed he always had his eyes on you.

And honestly, that made you nervous.

You'd noticed it from the first day you joined the team. Everyone was in shape, and you, on the other hand, had an unconventional physique. Fortunately, no one made you feel inferior, and Follo had treated you like a precious object from the moment he saw you. But you couldn't help feeling different from everyone else.

"You're doing it again," he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Doing what?" you asked, puzzled.

"You're covering yourself with that cushion," he replied with a playful laugh.

Your eyes landed where he was pointing, and he was foolishly indicating the small blue cushion you were using to cover your belly

"Oh, I didn't notice," you lied, but you didn't move it.

"Really?" he commented. "I've noticed that if you're not covering yourself with something, you put your hands there."

"Well, it must be a habit...shall we go?" You tried to change the subject, but he persisted. He made a few more comments, without meaning any harm, or so you thought, until he made you explode.

"For heaven's sake, Follo!" You exclaimed, "Stop making comments about my body!"

You put the cushion back and hurried out of the room. Follo froze, unsure whether to run after you or apologize to the other people present.

Minutes passed, and tears streamed down your cheeks. You lay on your bed with your pillow over your stomach. There was no need to cover yourself; no one else was there to see you, but you couldn't help it.

Knock, knock.

The knocking on the door grew louder. You sighed and shuffled toward it.

"What do you want?" you murmured when you saw who was on the other side.

"I want to talk to you," Follo replied curtly. He looked into your eyes, red and swollen from tears, and his heart broke. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, but in the end, you let him in. You didn't want to lose everything you had built with him.

"I apologize if I made you feel bad," he said, looking into your eyes. You avoided his gaze, hugging yourself, which only made him feel worse. "It wasn't my intention. I wasn't making fun of you or your body."

You didn't answer. The words caught in your throat, and the tears kept falling. Flashes of people making you feel less than because of your appearance appeared in your mind from time to time.

"You're beautiful," he continued, "inside and out."

"Stop it, Follo," you blurted out, and he fell silent immediately. "I don't want to talk about it."

"But you have to, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" You challenged him, your sharp eyes meeting his. Follo had to summon all his courage and stand before you.

"You'll never feel enough."

His words echoed in your ears, and your legs went weak. You clutched your arms to your body, wanting to cover it completely, but you knew it was useless.

"I'm not enough for you," you whispered, collapsing to the floor. Follo rushed to take you in his arms and held you close.

"You're beautiful, valuable, and everything I've ever wanted." His words sounded distant but were still honest. "You don't have to change to please me or anyone else. You're more than enough."

You buried your face in his neck and released all the pain that had been building inside. Follo held you for as long as you needed him, and you would be grateful to him for life.

It started with morning training. Zanka approached you after finishing his routine. He looked tired and sun-kissed, but he still greeted you with a smile.

"Good morning," he said, holding you by the waist and leaning in to kiss you, but you were quicker and gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning," you replied. He looked at you, confused, but didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until all your displays of affection faded throughout the day.

During the mission you were both sent on that afternoon, you fell into a pit that one of the garbage beasts had turned into one of its nests, injuring your ankle. Zanka had to handle the mission alone.

"Good job, Zanka," you said with a smile, patting his shoulder. He blinked two or three times and sighed.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, confused. Normally, you'd kiss him straight on the lips when you both finished the mission.

"I just twisted my ankle," you replied casually and limped toward the truck.

He stood there, even more confused, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at Assistaff as if the stick knew all the answers and then walked behind you.

Things got worse at dinner. You were sitting at the dining room counter, savoring an ice cream you'd been saving all day, your right foot elevated on a stool to reduce the swelling from the sprain. You didn't even notice when Zanka entered the room until he placed a hand on your lower back.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. He'd decided to ignore your attitude and give you the benefit of the doubt. He leaned on your shoulder, trying to hug you.

"Fine," you replied curtly.

"I'm glad."

He moved away and looked for something to eat in the refrigerator, without success. He came back to your side and sat on the stool to your left. He didn't say anything else, just watched the way you ate your delicious ice cream.

"It looks good," he said.

"It is good," you said, plunging your spoon into the dessert and bringing it to your mouth.

He leaned a little closer to you. He wouldn't say anything, but his gestures made it clear he wanted some of your ice cream, and you knew it. You looked at him, and he looked at you; neither of you said anything, so you went back to savoring the ice cream.

Zanka rolled his eyes and stretched out on the stool, then leaned over the counter, resting his chin on his hand.

"Are you mad?" His voice sounded subdued. You glanced at him and smiled.

"Of course not, Zanka." This time you patted his head, and he stepped back.

"Then tell me why the hell you've been acting like this with me?!" His eyebrows furrowed, and he moved the ice cream out of your reach to have your full attention.

"What are you talking about?" You pretended not to understand what he was talking about, but you knew perfectly well what he meant. The question was, would he understand?

"You've been ignoring me and acting strange all day."

"Strange how?"

"You know..." He lowered his voice, checking that no one else could hear. "Not affectionate at all." His cheeks flushed, and you couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked.

"I haven't been affectionate? But I just petted your head."

"I'm not a dog."

"But when Enjin does it, you get excited," you defended yourself.

"Last time I checked, Enjin wasn't my girlfriend."

You laughed again and looked him straight in the eyes. Your expression changed completely, and Zanka had to back away. Instead, you moved closer to him, clinging to his uniform jacket.

"Maybe I'd be more affectionate if my boyfriend didn't forget to give me my goodnight kiss," you whispered in his ear.

Zanka was perplexed by what had just happened. His beloved girlfriend, whom he knew as the sweetest girl in the barracks, had just given him chills, and now you were comfortably eating your ice cream again.

"What?" he murmured weakly.

"That's right, Zanka. Last night you forgot to kiss me goodnight. I'm just showing you how I felt."

"I didn't know you were so vengeful."

"See how it feels?"

He looked at the ground, unsure what to say, and then looked up at you.

"Forgive me. I won't forget your goodnight kiss again."

You smiled again, this time sweetly, and took one of his hands, bringing it closer to you.

His back 🫣🫣

Zanka let out a heavy sigh as he settled face down on his own bed.

"You're not going to do anything weird, are you?" he asked, tensing up immediately as soon as you sat on him.

"Like what? You don't think I'm going to give you a tattoo or something, do you?" you joked, but he tensed up even more. "Come on, love, it's just a massage. Don't get any more tense than you already are."

You gently patted his back to ask him to relax, and you could feel his muscles loosening a little.

You took the small bottle of oil that Eishia had given you, filled with herbal extracts that aided relaxation, and poured some into your hand and got to work.

"Ouch," he exclaimed. "That hurt."

"You're really tense on this side," you defended yourself.

"You said you knew how to do this," he tried to get up, but you stopped him immediately.

"Of course I know how to do it, but you've got knots all over you. Of course it's going to hurt."

"Looks like you enjoy hurting me."

"Oh, come on, that's what happens when you train for hours day and night."

You massaged his shoulders again, and he slumped back down, too tired to argue.

After what felt like hours to Zanka, you finally finished and stood up.

"How do you feel? More relaxed, right?" you asked eagerly. He couldn't deny it after seeing your happy smile.

"Of course, thank you so much."

"Then we'll do it again tomorrow."

"Again?" he asked nervously, his voice higher than usual. "Why?"

"Because that's the only way you'll get rid of those knots," you said, touching his shoulders again, and he tensed up once more.

The sun's rays gently illuminated your room. You often wondered why that same sun seemed to shine brightly everywhere except in your direction.

You sighed slowly, and the movement made you cough sharply. You lay back on your bed and closed your eyes tightly, hoping the pain would subside.

Just when you least expected it, the window creaked open. You lifted your head, and to your surprise, there he was. He looked ethereal, the sun's rays illuminating his figure in a magnetic way. He jumped into your room and hurried to check that the door was closed.

"It's been a while," you said weakly, sitting up in bed. He turned to face you, his posture completely changing.

"Yeah," he replied, stopping right in front of your bed and looking into your eyes. He looked tired and worried. You knew perfectly well why he was in your room.

He had returned after joining the Cleaners, and you knew it was because of you. You tried to hide a smile, but you couldn't help it.

You took his hand and invited him to sit beside you. Neither of you said anything for a long while.

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked, his fingers still intertwined with yours, occasionally stroking your palm. It was a detail you found charming.

"I'm dying, Zanka," you blurted out. "That's why you're here, isn't it? I wonder how you found out?"

He breathed heavily and sighed, opening his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He closed it again, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I can't believe it," he said, looking at you again. The spark you adored in his eyes was gone, replaced by only worry.

"Don't look at me like that, Zanka. We both knew this would happen." You shook your head and let go of his hand, hugging your legs. "The disease just kept getting worse."

"Come with me," he said. "I know someone who can cure you..."

"They've tried everything, and my parents won't want a Giver to help me." Your voice broke. "Besides, I've already accepted it."

You tried to smile, but tears began to stream down your cheeks, and you pressed your legs to your chest.

"I can't," he replied. "I can't lose you." His voice was deep and resonant, but you could feel it cracking.

"You lost me the moment you left."

He fell silent and looked down, fidgeting with his thumbs instead of speaking to you. You shifted in your seat and sat beside him, holding his hands once more.

"I'm glad at least one of us made it out of here," you said shyly. "I'm proud of you, Zanka."

You placed a kiss on his cheek as his face turned a lovely shade of pink.

"I wish we had more time," he said.

"Even so, thank you for taking the risk and coming to visit me."

"I don't think I can come back," he said, sounding annoyed. His brows furrowed, and he looked at you after a long while. "Forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive, Zanka. On the contrary, thank you for letting me see you one last time."

You wiped away a tear that ran down his cheek and cupped his face in your hands, closing the distance with a kiss. It was quick and almost imperceptible, but it had happened, and that kiss would stay with you for the rest of your days.

MDNI

After what felt like years, it was finally happening. You and Zanka were kissing. It wasn't just a simple kiss; it was something more.

Zanka kept his hands on your waist; he was trembling, and you could sense he wanted to pull away, so you did it first.

"Are you uncomfortable?" you whispered, avoiding his gaze while feeling your cheeks burning.

He didn't answer; instead, he stepped back and scratched the back of his neck.

"Zanka," you insisted, "we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"But I do want to," he finally said after a long silence. "It's just... I don't know what to do..."

He said the last part so quietly he probably couldn't even hear himself. You moved closer to him, driven by what felt like a burst of courage... or perhaps desire.

"I'm not really sure either," you said, wrapping one arm around his neck and stroking his hair while using your free hand to tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you. "But we can learn together."

He swallowed hard and placed his hands on your hips; this time, he didn't hesitate and kissed you. He was shy at first, but as soon as you clung to him, he picked up the pace.

Seconds ticked by, and the temperature in the room rose; Zanka guided you toward the bed, neither of you daring to pull away. He bit your lower lip and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth; you let out a soft moan, which he silenced with his own mouth.

You could feel your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, and Zanka’s grip on your body tightened. When you finally reached the bed and your legs hit the mattress, you didn't hesitate to fall back, pulling him down with you.

"We can stop here, if you want," you tried to say between kisses.

"I don't want to," he replied, and kept on kissing you. When you finally pulled apart, the first thing you noticed were his lips; they looked redder and more swollen than usual... and so glossy that you couldn't help but pull him back toward you, even though neither of you had fully caught your breath yet.

He pressed against your body, his hands sliding beneath the t-shirt you wore to sleep; you gasped at the touch but didn't shy away. You had waited for this moment since your first kiss, and you had no intention of backing down now.

HE'S ALIVE!!!!! My pretty boy Is alive 😩😭😭😭😭

The storm outside seemed to be intensifying, and a particularly loud clap of thunder rattled the bedroom windows. You shrank a little deeper into the sheets, trying to close any distance between you and him.

Enjin sighed deeply, a low sound that vibrated against your ear, and reached out to pull you closer to his chest. The warmth of his body and that constant scent of tobacco enveloped you completely, creating an invisible barrier against the cold outside.

"You're still shivering," he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep, but filled with a gentleness he reserved only for you.

You felt his rough, warm fingers tangle in your hair, gently brushing strands away from your forehead with a delicacy that contrasted sharply with his usual strength. There are no trash-dwelling beasts in here. No helpless orphans. In this small space, the rest of the world ceases to exist.

"Sleep," he whispered in your ear, resting his chin on your head. "I'll keep watch. The rain won't get in."

Ever since you'd both run away from the orphanage, you'd sought in him what you couldn't find anywhere else. Of course, he was much older than you, and that made it even easier. You ran into his arms, searching for the love you'd never found in childhood. After everything you'd been through together, he was your support, and you were his.

Everything he did, he did for you, to help you get ahead and keep you from having to live through the same hell he'd endured.

The rain reminded you of everything you'd had to go through to survive until someone rescued you. And Enjin knew it; just like you, he hated the rain. You were looking for in him what Enjin had found in Unbreaker.