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Jabber likes that with Zanka, no two interactions are the same. They have their little warehouse where they meet and fight and even fuck sometimes, of course, but other than location it’s always something new and different and exciting. That said, there’s always room to throw in a brand new variable once in a while. Not one he’s planning to keep in the mix; but he has a strict policy of trying everything once, and who better to try this with than the only person who’s ever gotten his interest back after losing it?
The point is: Zanka has made things interesting or fun for Jabber that he never expected to like.
Hence why he decides to take the leap and say, “You should fuck my pussy!”
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Run to the Sand Bar, Howl to the Rip Current by Anonymous
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
04 Oct 2025
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“And for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health.”
- Moby DickJabber did not measure the days by the sun in the sky or the ticks on a clock, but on the strength of his body’s rip current while he swam against it with glee.
A few moments in Jabber's life, regarding people he knows and a single question on multiple minds.
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- Part 4 of Catalyst
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Rendezvous (Janka) by Wink_Wonk_Wank_Wenk
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
31 Jan 2026
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They’ve been meeting in secret for about two years now, but tonight will be the last time. He can’t keep walking around with Jabber’s scent on him, can’t keep letting himself use the Omega for something that should only happen with a mate.
That’s what Zanka tells himself as he thrusts.
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- Part 1 of Wink's Omegaverse Janka Fics
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Don't pick up the pieces (just leave them for now) by Snufflefluck
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
08 Jan 2026
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Coming to a decision, he steps closer, stooping down to wrap his arms around Jabber’s knees and lifting the raider in one swift motion, throwing him over his shoulder before he begins stalking off. Jabber makes a weird, indecipherable sound as he’s heaved upward, something that might have been an excited squeal.
“Whoa!” He yelps, flailing a bit as he tries to look at Zanka, despite the awkward positioning. “Where are you taking me, Zan-Zan?” He couldn’t sound more excited about this development if he tried, and the thought has Zanka snorting quietly to himself.
“Somewhere we can battle, obviously. I’m not fightin’ ya outside a’ cleaner HQ.”
“Why not? You afraid of havin’ a little audience? Or is it that you don’t want them to watch the way we fight?” The raider’s voice glides down Zanka’s spine, slow like syrup, and he says the word ‘fight’ as if it meant ‘fuck’, which promptly empties Zanka’s mind of nearly all its thoughts.
Or, five times Zanka picks up Jabber, and one time something comes of it.