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    The words showed up on the back of his dominant hand on the night of his 13th birthday. Five words in a simple black font that confirmed all his worst fears.

    'You'll be just as easy.'

    Zanka stared at it for what felt like hours, unsure if the feeling in his stomach was him wanting to hit something or him wanting to find a hole to crawl in and never come out of.

    He pulled his sleeve back down to cover it, and decided to never look at it again.

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    A classic soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your skin. Zanka realizes that Jabber is his soulmate from their first meeting. Jabber doesn't.

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    27 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 67

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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.”

    Or,
    Jabber, belonging, and Zanka.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Zanka jumps back, hissing, and Jabber drags himself to his feet, brain rebooting. Fight. Fights he knows. They are going to—

    “Fuckin’ finally,” Zanka whistles, and there is something merry in him, now. Happy. “Hi there, wild girl,” he croons, leaning forward on Lovely.

    Wild girl.

    He croons.

    Motherfucker is flirting—with Mankira?

    When Jabber is right here?

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    Zanka can't stop flirting with Mankira during their fights, and Jabber can't stop thinking about it afterwards.

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    09 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 3

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    20 Feb 2026

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    Enjin turned sharply toward Zanka, grin wide, eyes bright despite his weapon powering down. He laughed, said something Jabber couldn’t hear, and clapped Zanka on the shoulder. That alone would have been fine.
    The blush that bloomed across Zanka’s pale, delicate skin however, was not.

    -Or

    Jabber is stalking Zanka again, and watches him accept that blonde players praise

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    14 Feb 2026