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They're just having a cozy afternoon, filled with music and laughter when Ifa drops a confession.
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"You are so beautiful," he blurts out unabashed and watches in real-time as Ororon’s cheeks gain a darker tint. It’s adorable, Ifa thinks. The red quite suits him.
"Stop it," Ororon mumbles back and looks away. His shyness, or rather inability to accept any kind of flattery always makes Ifa ponder, and this time it’s no different. Because complimenting Ororon? It’s like pouring light into a broken cup and watching it spill through his fingers. He doesn’t know how to hold it and most certainly doesn’t think he deserves to at all. But by the archons— he’s never more beautiful than during the moments he tries to scoop it up and hold it close to his fractured soul.
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13 Jul 2026
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come and look me in the eyes, baby by zoverses
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
01 Jan 2026
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“Miss me?” Jabber taunted, but there was a certain catch to his words that Zanka couldn’t decipher.
Zanka snorted. “Hardly. But my ribs hurt like shit and I’m not in the mood to fight, so go drag yer ass back the way you came.”
Zanka isn't in the mood to entertain Jabber's late-night shenanigans.
Jabber doesn't seem to mind as much as Zanka expected.
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Jabber has never wanted to experience moments like these before. With Zanka's head in his lap, body relaxed and comfortable and vulnerable and entirely too trusting that Jabber won't do anything he doesn't want him to.
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"You've never called me anything like that, Zan-Zan."
Zanka's eyes widen, taken by surprise.
"Do ya... are ya askin' me ta give ya a pet name?"
Zanka knew it of Jabber to be possessive. He didn't mind it. He found it endearing, even. That doesn't prepare him, at all, to be met with Jabber's jealousy towards Lovely Assistaff.
// While this is inspired by Hemlock, it is entirely unrelated to it.
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Having both hands holding asisstaff against Jabber’s neck had seemed to work more than every attempt to immobilize him, his tired gasps for air were muffled by even louder groans and lots of other sounds that the raider almost enjoyed doing.
Zanka was on top of him, both legs on each side of Jabber’s hip.
This was it, it was okay not remembering the plan now, right? As long as he walked out victorious. He raised one fist while keeping pressure on his vital instrument, ready to give a series of attacks. That was until he felt something on his lower back, another weapon Jabber carried around perhaps?Wait…
WAIT
WAIT A DAMN. FUCKING. MINUTE.“Are you hard right now?” Zanka snapped, not even knowing how to react.
The look on the raiders face told him everything.