enjin's driving always drives you insane.

but leaning into zanka's warmth drives you to achieve the highest level of insanity no man has ever witnessed.

you sit beside zanka in the car, and with enjin behind the wheel, the road seems much rockier. however, something was off. it was awfully quiet today, with the car speaker apparently broken.

still, enjin hummed loudly. the broken speaker didn't seem much of a problem to him.

zanka had one arm propped up against the window, gazing out at the scenery. after a long day out on a mission, he finally looked calm for the first time today.

you felt your eyelids grow heavier, your body and mind unaccustomed to the absence of the usual noise booming out from the speaker.

zanka noticed how you started drifting off to dreamland, your head snapping suddenly everytime you tried to fight the drowsiness that was pulling you in. removing his arm from the window, he moved closer and settled beside you.

you felt him nudge you lightly, taking your hand in his, drawing small circles on the back of your hand. your mind was too hazy from the feeling of sleepiness to properly react to his touch.

feeling zanka's presence close to you, your body relaxed comfortably and finally succumbed to the will of hypnos.

as if acting on muscle memory, your head lay on zanka's firm shoulder, and he willed himself not to move until you woke up, which is probably when you reach the headquarters, but he doesn't really mind.

enjin took a glance at the rearview mirror and saw zanka's head on top of yours. your hands were linked, with fingers intertwined, on zanka's lap. he couldn't resist the smile forming on his face. if only he had a camera in hand and wasn't driving right now... the blackmail would go crazy.

"yep, should definitely bring them together on more missions," was what enjin thought at that moment, before he almost crashed on a rock, which he thankfully avoided, but almost snapped the two lovebirds (you and zanka) sitting at the back of the car awake.

you'll probably not be the only one to wake up feeling flustered to the moment you realize you slept on each other's shoulder, with your hands unashamedly locked and intertwined.

because even zanka goes insane at the slightest of your touch. not that he's complaining.

wipe it off or kiss it?

ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka x reader | 1.3k words. (each varies in length) | masterlist.

no pronouns used. fluff. kisses. eating food. petnames were used (only a mention or two, darling/babe). enjin chokes (sorry, he’s an idiot).

TAMSY CAINES ˎˊ˗

you were at a small and modest cafe with tamsy, taking a break from the travel on the way to your job today.

you sat in front of him, munching on your own slice of strawberry cake, while he calmly drinks his tea.

tamsy held a newspaper in one hand, and a teacup in the other, he drank while reading, seemingly immersed in the news written on it. the tea glosses his lips, and he licks the corner of his lips with his tongue.

how could he have such pretty pink and plump lips?

itoshi sae isn’t one to openly show affection.

and he’s definitely not someone who’d give you kisses for as long as you’d like.

but maybe you had the wrong idea about your boyfriend all along.

because lately, he has been pulling you close at random times, kissing you longer than he usually does. his lips linger on yours far more times than you had verbally asked him to kiss you. it does get embarrassing sometimes to ask him for them, but really, why can’t he just take the hint?!

although, it seems you didn’t really have to ask for it anymore, because he voluntarily gives those kisses to you himself.

you pushed him away gently, a little breathless from the long time sae had your lips on his.

“what’s gotten into you?” you asked him, your head tilting a little to the side in curiosity.

sae mimicked your action, his gloved hands still on your back. he had only gotten back from training, still in his tracksuit, still a little tired, and yet he decided to come after your lips the moment he opened the door to your apartment.

“i can’t kiss my girlfriend now?”

you hit him lightly on the shoulder with a half-mocking scowl on your face. “did you do anything to put you in guilt? you’ve been very… sweet in terms of giving me kisses lately.”

sae scoffed, tracing his thumb against your back. “are you saying i have been giving an unsatisfactory performance in the past?”

“no— it’s just—”

his lips were on yours again before you could finish your sentence. there wasn’t even anything else, just his lips on yours over and over again this past week.

“sweet,” was all he said before licking his lips.

oh… oh. you get it now.

“you… it’s my lipstick, isn’t it?”

sae shrugged and let you go, leaning to the counter behind him, both arms crossed. “you changed it.”

“and you like it.” a teasing smile couldn’t help but form on your face.

he shrugged again—acting so nonchalant as if he didn’t want to taste your ‘sweet’ lips every second. “you should use it more often. buy more of it.”

“get used to my old one. this one’s pricey. ”

“shouldn’t be a problem.”

the huge space beside leona was occupied tonight… by you.

he was used to having all the space to himself, and you were used to hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy to keep you company at night in your sleep.

so, when you slept together with leona for the first time, you suddenly snuggled close to him in the middle of the night, waking him up from his usually extremely deep slumber.

leona couldn’t move in his place for hours, and it’s the first time in his lazy life he has been awake for hours. he has been caged in your arm that you have set on top and wrapped around his body.

he was suddenly conscious by the pace of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the sound of your snores.

you were cuddling him without even meaning to—curse it all if you remember this in the morning, more so if you wake up still in this position.

shit, is all leona could think about as he stared into the ceiling for hours until finally drifting back to sleep.

leona would never admit he got flustered by what happened—shocked, perhaps—, lest if it was all a dream, how embarrassing for a prince like him to conjure a nightmare like that.

though it’s for sure the very morning after (since it was, fortunately or unfortunately, not a dream), when you wake up to find yourself hugging the arrogant lion prince and you profusely apologized for your arrogant act, he makes sure to tease you about it.

as if he didn’t lose hours of sleep trying his best not to move. oh, leona.

you can be standing in the reception area, picking out missions to take on, thinking of how zanka could easily breeze through them, and how honored you would be to have him by your side during the job. suddenly, he's standing next to you, peeking over the material and asking semiu if he could go with you. after getting semiu's approval, he looks at you, to which you nod almost too quickly.

you can be in bed, thinking about how cool zanka looked in training today—swinging lovely assistaff so gracefully, yet with so much power. then, someone's knocking on your door, and when you open it, it's zanka asking you if you're all geared up for the mission. you quickly fix your bedhead as your eyes and mind fully register zanka's presence.

you can be peacefully eating your dinner, with your mind occupied by the way the air reveals zanka's damp forehead as it blows away his bangs during missions; then, zanka appears by your side with his own food tray, and sits beside you after murmuring a quiet hello. as soon as zanka notices you've gulped down the entirety of your glass of water, he takes hold of the pitcher and fills it up for you.

you can be sitting on the sofa of the common room, your head against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about how comforting zanka's presence is despite how quiet (or loud, depends, really) he can get sometimes. then, the weight shifts on the sofa as zanka sits down beside you—leaving you to think why he'd sit there when there are so many empty seats in the room. but of course, you won't ask him that out loud.

you can be in the infirmary, bored all day after getting told by eishia that you need to rest after sustaining an injury, thinking of how you must have been such a burden to zanka during the mission. suddenly, he appears by your bedside with a snack in hand, handing it to you firmly.

"good work," he starts as he sits down on the stool beside the bed. "just be careful next time."

you couldn't bring yourself to say a word until half a minute or so, and all you could do was thank him and apologize.

"nah." zanka waves his hand reassuringly. "i'll get stronger so i can protect ya— ya all better next time."

can't say that didn't bring a pink tinge to your cheeks and ears.

how can you stop thinking of him when he literally materializes in front of you before you can finish your thoughts? oh, zanka.

your boyfriend forgot to do something… based on this request.

ft. tamsy caines, zanka nijiku x reader | headcanons (1k words) | masterlist.

no pronouns used. estb relationship. subtle spoilers for tamsy’s part but nothing major/outright.

TAMSY CAINES ˎˊ˗

⊱  it’s a routine for tamsy to kiss you after you do his hair every morning. but today, he seems to have forgotten the payment for your service.

⊱  he knows he didn’t kiss you after you did his hair so meticulously and carefully. he knows because he intended it to happen, and he likes it. he likes seeing you go batshit insane over such a trivial matter because of him.

⊱  in the shadows, tamsy watches you all day as you grunt around with a pout on your face.

⊱  he listens to you complain to your friend about how annoyed you were because of what tamsy forgot to do. you also expressed how you feel shit for feeling this way, but regardless, it was still shittier that tamsy forgot to kiss you after religiously committing himself to doing that after every morning hair routine.

zanka loves it when he has your full attention. he's yapping about something? you have your head on your palm, staring at him, listening to his words carefully—and most importantly, remembering micro details that went on his day. you'd have his favorite drink in your hand before he could even ask for it. your eyes would already be on him before he could even find yours. and you'd find him even in the midst of the crowd.

zanka loves kisses. you'd lie on top of him and pepper him with kisses all over. you could be sitting beside each other, and you'd be holding his hand, the other on his cheek, your lips against his. you could be out on a mission together, and you'd take his hand in yours before setting out, gently massaging it and kissing the back of his hand. surely, he should be the one doing that, but he's not complaining.

zanka loves hearing “i love you.” it's not something he easily got used to because he didn't grow up in a household that wore their emotions on their sleeves. but you'd say it so openly, like it's normal to love—it's normal to love a zanka nijiku. he rarely says it himself, but you don't hold it against him. you once told him that that way, hearing him say those words would feel more rewarding than anything because you know they're sincere. and he may never admit it, but hearing those words from you always makes his heart thump like he had run from the sphere and back.

zanka loves hugs, even more than he loves kisses. he feels safe within your arms, warm in your hold. a feeling he wants to be in forever, his euphoria in dystopia. it is in your embrace he feels loved the most—he doesn't need words to prove the affection and security you have given him, your embrace is more than enough. when times are hard, silence heals his wounds as long as you are by his side, and you are willing to hold him together.

and of course, zanka loves compliments. it doesn't even need to be explained any further. just a simple, “nice one,” or “good job, zanka!” from you is enough to make him go through a hellish month. he'd be smiling from ear to ear whenever you say something good about him. he would show off just for your eyes, for you to tell him how cool he is. your compliments play like a broken record in his head, and he never forgets those moments you'd say good things about him.

zanka nijiku loves being loved, especially if it's you. because love didn't start when he loved someone, it started the moment you loved him, and he let himself be loved.

leona leans against the bark of the tree with his eyes closed, his arms propped up behind his head. your head lie on his lap as you fiddle with the soft fur of his tail, talking and talking like there’s no end to your tale.

leona is amused by how theatrical you are with your elaborate storytelling about what went on with your day. he chuckles softly, his canine tooth showing through the small parting of his lips.

one moment, he’s laughing, the next, he’s already snoring.

leona’s eyes fluttered open as your weight disappeared from his lap—seeing you sit up straight with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips formed in a frown.

“you’re sulkin’,” leona says, as a matter of fact, shifting in his seat.

you rolled your eyes at him. “were you even listening?”

he scoffs in arrogance. “‘course i was. you were tellin’ me how you’d have gotten more sleep if only your duo in alchemy wasn’t a pain in the ass.”

a smile made its way to your lips, and you playfully hit his thigh.

“thought you left me off for dreamland.”

leona takes your wrist and pulls you close to him. he leans close to your neck and breathes, “y’know i’ll never doze off to your ramblings, yeah?” then he plants a kiss on the corner of your jaw.

he backs away for a bit and stares into your eyes. you could see how sleepy he is by the droop of his eyes—not that he was ever not sleepy, anyway. but you appreciate him staying awake just to listen to you talk.

“liar,” you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close again, your noses almost touching. “…i don’t mind if you drift off, anyway. i’m already happy you’re here.”

leona’s eyes showed a glint of mischief, and the next second, his sharp teeth were grazing the skin of your lips as he crashed his lips onto yours.

you clutch his collar tighter, and a muffled groan escapes leona’s lips. he takes hold of your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

pulling away, he had a smug look on his pretty face. “what? can’t talk anymore?”

you gave him a quick kiss. “less talking, more kisses.”

“and here i thought you’re gonna yap all day.”

still, he gave you what you wanted. more kisses for now, the talking can be continued later.

right now, he’s fully awake. later… you’re not so sure if he’d still be when you start yapping again.