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After surviving a brutal fight with Jabber—and the poison he left behind—Zanka wakes up to find one of Jabber’s notorious rings on his finger. Not just any finger: his ring finger, complete with tiny, razor-sharp blades.
Spoiler's if you're not caught up on the anime!
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04 Dec 2025
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“Despite their near-death battles, Jabber and Zanka haven’t really fought, not in the way where you’re intending to hurt someone’s spirit, make bruises all over, and leave it in tattered little pieces. You can heal from being knocked around by Lovely Assistaff or recover from Mankira’s poison-laced caresses, but you can’t take back the words you purposely say to cut into someone’s very core.”
Or, the one where Jabber and Zanka realize the weight of a real, emotionally charged fight.
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03 Dec 2025
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If anything, Eishia just got even redder, if that was possible.
"Awww, no need to be so humble, dear Eishia. You healed the injured civilians, healed up the big hole in Zanka's stomach that Mymo inflicted on him, then went on to heal our injuries right after like it was nothing. You gotta toast yourself to that one."
At that, Eishia turned to her with a look of confusion.
Or: Zanka attempts to atone for his recent failures and the aftermath that follows.
Bookmarked by CloudCuckoo (Cloudcuckoo)
02 Dec 2025
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Hew Your Heart on a Hemlock Limb by Anonymous
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
30 Sep 2025
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In another life, Zanka Nijiku was dragged out from the well on his ear by his sister, hissed at to shape up, not be an embarrassment, fall back into line, pick a real weapon. He and Hyo were from two different worlds. Zanka had the educational background. The pedigree. Hyo was a quality tool fished from the junk heap by pure coincidence. Five years, she sneered, this would barely be a blip on his radar.
Two years passed. A certain member of the Hell Guard, having gained remarkable insight into the art of human harm, broke rank, and, after finding new management, a lot of people’s bones.
In another life, Jabber Wonger bore witness to an angel and followed its scent to the Headquarters of those who hunted the Trash Beasts. While tangling with the Trash Beasts like a kitten with yarn, making passive observation of the polluted zones, and getting blood drawn regularly for his frankly horrifying varieties of antibodies, Jabber watched Tamsy Caines, and waited.
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Jabber put a hand on the scar on Zanka's stomach, he stared intently at the scar. It made his skin crawl, it made him feel like he was being studied. "Was this from me?" He murmured with half lidded eyes, thumb running across the scar.
Zanka looked to the side frowning, now remembering the question he was asked. "No, It's from Mymo." He spoke softly, the moment feeling oddly intimate. "Replaced it with the scar you made."
or a break in turns into them showing their love to each other in their own odd ways
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01 Dec 2025