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His Fault. (I can't wait to make him pay) by HarazIngot
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
17 Jul 2026
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Would Jabber still be laughing then? Enjoying himself, if he was the one broken and bloodied on the ground? Would he still be begging for more? Or did even this freak have a line he wouldn’t cross? What if it was a killing blow? Would he ask for it, or beg for mercy?
Or:
Zanka starts having intrusive thoughts while and about fighting Jabber. He's not a sadist though, of course.
... of course.
Bookmarked by yxri
25 Jul 2026
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Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by gloryera
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
04 Jul 2026
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"Please, I can't live without you."
"Then die."
OR:Zanka commits via overdose after a fallout with Jabber.
Bookmarked by yxri
09 Jul 2026
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A vent fic that's probably extreme out of character.
Zanka Nijiku kills himself on fourth of July and it's like really sad I think.
Bookmarked by yxri
09 Jul 2026
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Jabber leaves the Raiders together with Momoa. Being on the run, they find a temporary shelter in North Ward.
Jabber is content, having a roof above his head, a trusted friend by his side and even a small business as an apothecary.
Why is he still having this missing feeling, to the point of accusations of being sad?Zanka suddenly reappearing in his life makes everything worse.
Series
- Part 2 of Origami and Mixtures
Bookmarked by yxri
24 Jun 2026
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The literal incarnation of Jabber's soul is a beauty of sharpness and poison. Mankira. Mankiller. Ten silver rings, ten deadly claws.
He thinks it's fitting.
Jabber likes pain, both when it's inflicted on him and when it's plainly visible in another person. He likes fighting, tearing people apart, seeing how they break on him. He likes it even more when he loses, when he's the one with blood in his teeth and holes in his body. He was made for it, for making it happen and for enjoying it.
And yet—
“It’s funny, man, sum light petting ‘n yer already coming undone, ain't ya?” Zanka laughs again, lips tracing the lines of Jabber's jaw, making him tilt his head higher and higher in an honestly lame attempt to escape the ministrations. On Zanka's shoulders, his hands busy themselves clinging to the Cleaner's shirt, twisting and pulling at the fabric like a lifeline. He wants to move, to escape. He also wants to wiggle himself into Zanka's bones, carve a place in the middle of his ribcage and curl up there like a cat in the sun. “Yer so cute,” Zanka purrs, “unbelievable.”
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Jabber, belonging, and Zanka.Bookmarked by yxri
24 Jun 2026