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  1. Public Bookmark 73

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    Zanka curls closer.

    Closer than Jabber likes or-

    Maybe closer than Jabber understands.

    Zanka drapes himself across Jabber's bare back, cheek squished between his shoulder blades. Warm, heavy and real.

    And Jabber goes very still.

    He's not, uh, angry. Not even warning. It's just that kinda startled animal freeze Jabber can't control. The one he gets when someone gets close and isn't trying to hurt him.
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    Exposure and language.

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    21 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 42

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    As Jabber opens his hand, palm up, Zanka spots a single blue tassel, the tips of the string soaked with blood.

    It’s Zanka’s earring, he realizes. Jabber ripped out his earring.

    “Had to get you back in the game somehow, right?” Jabber whispers, smiling wickedly like he knows full well what he’s just done. “Come get it, Zan-Zan.”

    Or: during a routine midnight rendezvous, Jabber steals Zanka’s earring. This is, of course, the moment Zanka falls in love.

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    20 Feb 2026

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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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    19 Feb 2026

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    Shane cups her cheek in his hand, running his thumb over the plush of her bottom lip. She looks at him through her fawnish lashes. He roves his eyes over her body. Her shoulders and biceps, her abs… She's so strong, so…

    Incredible.

    "I've never done that before," he admits, "Not with... with a woman, at least."

    "Right, well," she rolls her eyes, "Would probably be better with a real man, yes?"

    He shakes his head, "No. It wouldn't have been the same at all."

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    or, Shane comes to terms with his sexuality only to get thrown right back into confusion by Rozanov.

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    18 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 9

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    it was a quiet night, drunken lonely prince daeron and his hedge knight who need to take care of him.

    sorry if a cuntboy makes someone uncomfy, i just love boy's pussy a little too much.
    also, this is porn without plot. HAHA

    this is my first fanfic in ao3 and english is not my fist language. i hope you enjoy.

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    17 Feb 2026