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  1. Public Bookmark 47

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    “Cleaner’s HQ!” Jabber shrieked, gaze taking in every detail of the infirmary, Mankira still extended and poisonous. The guy had just woken up, but he was already at full energy—Zanka expected nothing less.

    “Bet you had a meeting about me, huh? I can smell them. Everyone. Ohh, man,” Jabber crooned, leaning his cheek onto the curve in between Assistaff’s two points. “Wish I were awake. To know I was surrounded by big and strong cleaners while I was helpless and unconscious—”

    —Zanka’s a cleaner. So when he finds Jabber’s beaten and unconscious body stranded by the road, he cleans.

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    30 Oct 2025

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    Waiting on 3 :)

  2. Public Bookmark 59

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    Zanka was suddenly disguised as a girl before he even realized what was going on. One second he’s walking into a briefing, the next he’s in a wig, lashes, and signed up to fight in an underground boxing tournament.
    That’s not even the worst part.

    Because somehow —somehow— he looks good. Like, really good.

    And as it turns out, his rival Jabber would agree.

    Now Zanka’s juggling a top-secret mission, a bunch of fighters trying to knock his head off, and one very confusing rival who keeps praising Zanka.. with.. Zanka.

     

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    Zanka goes undercover as a girl and Jabber sees him

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    24 Oct 2025

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    Agh waiting on 4 pls pls pls pls

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    "GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.

    Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.

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    Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.

     

    Disclaimer: do NOT feed my work into generative AI or I will fucking GET you.

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    14 Oct 2025

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    Yeyeyyey waiting for 10

  4. Public Bookmark 58

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    “Unfortunately,” Zanka sighs, stepping out of his safe zone and back to his station, “I have the design I think you’ll like best. It’ll hurt like hell though, so I suggest numbing cream.”

    It’s fruitless and he knows it. Enjin laughs at him from where he’s just finished replacing all their old flowers. “Not a chance,” Jabber says chipperly, “You know damn well I’m hopin’ it’ll hurt, Zan-Zan.”

    “And every time,” Zanka growls, pulling up the design to show Jabber, “I pray you’ve gained some sanity.”

    Zanka is a simple tattoo artist wanting to do his job. Unfortunately for him, the masochistic florist across the street they order their flowers from is one of his regulars.

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    That obligatory Tattoo artist/florist AU, but Janka

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    27 Oct 2025

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    Amazing holy shit

  5. Public Bookmark 35

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    Zanka, he never consciously decided to build a lifestyle around. The sweet saccharine of his strength attracted people like him. Before he knew it, he yearned for the unleashed force of Zanka -- the brutality he was flashed with when his teeth latched onto Mankira, like a kiss straight to Jabber’s soul, threatening to ruin all he had. Even now, it sent tingles down his spine despite the outcome of that fight. The kiss had no tongue, no lip. Just violence, with vengeful blue eyes locked onto his face.

    He’d drool if he was able to open his mouth without retching. In fact, the only reason why Zanka was on his mind right now was because he was similarly sprawled out less than 5 feet away from Jabber.

     

    ( Jabber needs Zanka to destroy him on the outside, but he seems insistent on ripping him up inside first. )

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    27 Oct 2025

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    I want to sob its so lovely, its like a study fic which is just Devine