Salt_cake
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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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- Part 1 of your honor they make me insane (Janka)
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Hard work beats genius. Zanka is gonna tattoo that onto the sorry fuckin' hide of everyone who's ever doubted him, and he's gonna start with Jabber fuckin' Wonger. He's gonna prove he's nothing like that guy, or his shithead family.
(The rush he feels at the sight of blood, at the sweet sound of agony, doesn't mean a thing.)
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Jabber tilted back, effortless and fluid, letting the punch sail past with a cheer. “Aww, come on, Mr. Bad Attitude,” he drawled, voice teasing, eyes glinting with mischief. “You really gonna throw hands at me over a little pet name? Gotta say, I love it when you get like this.”
Zanka just stared at him. Fingers twitching.
Jabber leaned forward just slightly, letting the faintest whiff of tobacco and spice drift into Zanka’s senses, a deliberate provocation. “You’re tense,” he observed casually, eyes narrowing as if reading right through the carefully maintained facade. “You had one of those nightmares, huh?”
“None of yer fucking business.”
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Or Jabber Wonger is a secret softie.
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- Part 1 of Janka Frenemies with Bennies Chronicles
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Jabber’s ears pricked, his attention caught immediately. Perhaps this would be the time Zanka would finally beat him senseless. He was getting closer every time.
Just thinking about it made him bite his lip again, stifling the excited groan that threatened to escape. Fighting Zanka was just what he needed.
“...nka’s in critical condition…”
Jabber’s attention snapped back to Cthoni in a heartbeat. “Hold up, backtrack. Who is in critical condition?”
Cthoni sighed, not even attempting to hide her irritation. “Listen to me the first time I tell you, brat."
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Zanka was a good alpha(he could be better), a good Cleaner(could be fucking better).
He kept his instincts under control, did the right thing, and finished the job. His impulses as an alpha led him far too often towards the thrumming, alluring pulse of destruction, it required no further examination.
Then Jabber Wonger happened.