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”Whatcha got there?” Enjin asks, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Zanka gives one long, slow blink, and glances at the drink his fingers are loosely wrapped around.
“…a smoothie.”
Riyo bursts out laughing. The noise startles Jabber awake, and his head knocks into his jaw. They both groan in pain.
Or, Jabber and Zanka in the aftermath of one of their battles.
Or, or, a comment on my last fic used this meme—so I wrote it entirely around that
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23 Feb 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 Odalyez
23 Feb 2026
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“D’ya seriously not wear a jacket?”
“I forgot.” Jabber replied with a shrug.
“It’s below freezin’,” he said, reaching up to grab Jabber’s face. His palms were practically burning compared to his icy-cold face. Jabber let his arms loosely wrap around Zanka’s middle. “Get inside before ya catch a cold.”
“Aw, you worried about me?” Zanka gave him a light push towards the door, his face stern.
“I jus’ don’t want to hafta take care of ya on top of ma exams.”
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In the rush of winter finals, janka finds a day to themselves and go on a date.
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- Part 2 of janka oneshots
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23 Feb 2026
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"He saw a flash of dreads and purple dash at him in a mere second, his fingers flexing on Aibo. In one turn, he caught the man in the opening at the top, sending him plummeting to the floor. Zanka put his whole weight on it, trying his best to keep him down.
“Do I really need to knock ya out to make ya stop?”
Jabber’s smirk was as wide as it could go. Wha–
The pain throbbed on his arm, making Zanka wince as he looked down at the source of it. A scratch mark, stretching thinly across his forearm, bled out against his sleeve. His eyes widened, a choked groan leaving his lips as his grip on Aibo loosened."
aka Jabber forgets to switch to his neurotoxin after a night of fun! If he got Zanka with it, then, he must deal with the consequences himself(gladly!).
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23 Feb 2026
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"I want you as my muse, duh," Jabber replies, breath mimicking that split between a tender whisper and an eager declaration. "You'd look real pretty in the moonlight, out on that field."
Another step. A pile of boxes stop Zanka from withdrawing further, but even still, Zanka has yet to be cornered. And even as hands slowly rest on the edges of the boxes to cage him in, he does not break eye contact.
"'S why I still like this place," Jabber's admission is so soft-spoken, almost like it should be taboo. "There's no ceiling here, y'know?"
Under the secrecy of night, Zanka's practice gets interrupted by an unexpected visitor. He at least gets a photo and a few kisses out of it.
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17 Feb 2026