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This will be a collection of moments and snippets I'll work on inspired by the prompts of jankatober created by @nomotaki_toga on Instagram (check their art out btw it's amazing).
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anyways, you will find the prompt in the title of every chapter and a little summary for every snippet :)- Language:
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11 Apr 2026
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rlly sweet one shots for a quick read before bed :P
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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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17 Mar 2026
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The Raiders attack, the Cleaners fight them. Everyone knows the drill by now. Zanka finds himself matched against Jabber again. Unlike last time, though, he finds he might have a way to beat the man.
It's... unorthodox.Bookmarked by imfeelingdizzy
17 Mar 2026
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“What, you gonna call daddy to come beat me up?” Dreads mocks him, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
Zanka feels the anger bubble up inside him at the comment, hot and cloying as it courses through his veins—and decides he needs to go home, right now, or someone’s getting punched. “Fuck you. I’m leavin’.” Then he turns on his heel to march to the back door of August’s house.
“Yeah, call your limo, pretty boy!”
Okay. That’s enough.
Zanka turns back around, cocks his arm back, and decks the guy in the face.
Or, alternatively: How the meet-ugly of the goddamn century catapults newly broke college student Zanka Nijiku head-fucking-first into the strangest, weirdest, most evilly convoluted situationship of his life.
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16 Mar 2026
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Zanka clutches his jacket and yanks it open, pulling it down so Jabber’s chest is exposed to him. “Y’don’t get to forget me that quickly,” he says, “Y’don’t get to throw me aside when I haven’t proven myself yet.”
Jabber opens his mouth, and Zanka stabs the tip of the blade into his skin.
Jabber’s lost interest in Zanka after he fails to live up to his expectations. Zanka refuses to be forgotten, and leaves his mark in a way Jabber can never erase
Edit: Fic now available in Russian! Translation done by the lovely Natalia_Gasser <3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/73842121Bookmarked by imfeelingdizzy
15 Mar 2026