Jabberxzanka Stories

Zanka is a city boy who firmly believes that "nature" is something that should stay behind a 4K screen or, at the very least, a well-paved sidewalk. He went into the woods with a sleek windbreaker, moisture-wicking leggings, and a portable espresso maker. He was prepared for everything-except his own bladder. One quest for a "hygienic" place to pee later, and Zanka is hopelessly lost, his GPS is a paperweight, and he's currently trying to "reason" with a bush. Enter Jabber: a 6'0" forest-dwelling menace with neon-magenta eyes, a loincloth that's seen better decades, and a complete lack of a prefrontal cortex. To Jabber, Zanka isn't a lost hiker; he's a hilarious, loud, and incredibly shiny new pet. Jabber doesn't do "social cues." He does "stalking Zanka from the trees for six hours to laugh at his clumsy walking," "poking Zanka's ears to see if he squeaks," and "eating poisonous berries just for the tingle." He's a manic, masochistic blur of lean muscle and matted dreadlocks who thinks personal space is a suggestion he's happy to ignore. Zanka is horrified. He's covered in mud, his "premium" gear is shredded, and he's pretty sure he's being haunted by a guy who looks like a tweaker Tarzan. But as the nights get cold and the bugs get big, the dynamic shifts. Zanka realizes that while Jabber is a chaotic freak who "paints" with things he shouldn't, he's also the only thing keeping the snakes away. Between Zanka's screaming matches with local insects and Jabber's manic obsession with "grooming" his new favorite human, survival has never been this stressful-or this weirdly domestic. Zanka came looking for the trail; he found a feral boy who treats him like a prize mate and is 100% down to fight a bear for him. Civilization is overrated anyway.

Five years have passed. The silence in the district is no longer peaceful; it's a graveyard. Zanka has become a shell-a man obsessed with a ghost, running The Ocular like a machine, waiting for a savior who no longer exists. Jabber hasn't just been in a cell; he's been in a meat grinder. The penitentiary didn't "fix" him-it stripped away his dimples, his slang, and his mercy. He is coming home, but he isn't the boy who left. He is the shadow that the sun forgot.

⚠️Okay so I want to start of by saying that I don't know like anything beyond the basics of both hockey and figure skating so if something isn't quite right please let me know and I'll try to fix it. It was supposed to be quiet. No one was supposed to be there but even so the faint sound of a song playing could be heard echoing through one of the rinks. This was Zanka's favorite time to skate. While everyone else was off somewhere else and he could be left alone to his own devices, nobody to interrupt his practice time, nobody else on his rink, his safe space, his. I would also like to add that this is my au characters might not act the same as the show or manga so if you don't like it don't read. Credits to the artist♥️♥️♥️

Los Giver eran llamativos de formas muyy diversas, por esa razón la lógica no siempre servía al tratar con ellos, por eso cuando los jinki de los limpiadores tomaron formas humanas no fue un gran escandalo.

It has a lot of trigger warnings, mentions of suicide, physical abuse, mental abuse, graphic abuse, self harm, toxicity. I guess the story is a bit too dark Please I don't own any of the pictures. Sha Ai generated

No character or art is owned by me! All characters are from Gachiakuta. Zanka is a man of lines-clean strikes, perfect posture, and a reputation as sharp as his Jinki. Jabber is a smudge on that perfect canvas. After a joint skirmish leaves them sidelined in the echoing silence of a hollowed out skyscraper, Zanka's irritation finally boils over. He can't decide what's worse: Jabber's lethal prowess, or the fact that he achieves it while looking like a frantic, uncoordinated animal. The deal is simple: Zanka will show Jabber how to channel his speed into a proper killing blow, and Jabber will stop humming that nails-on-a-chalkboard tune for five minutes. But as Zanka tries to force Jabber into a disciplined stance, the tension shifts. To Zanka, every correction is an act of order; to Jabber, every touch is a provocation. The training turns into a psychological chess match. Jabber intentionally fails just to see Zanka's composure crack, while Zanka pushes Jabber's body to the limit, trying to find the breaking point where the beast turns back into a man. Between the sweat, the stinging rebukes, and the proximity that neither will admit is intoxicating, but little do they know they're starting to like the friction.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE ANIME/MANGA "GACHIAKUTA" BY KEI URANA DETECTIVE/SERIAL KILLER AU AND ART BELONGS TO @cavernofcoffee ON TIKTOK! In the rain-slicked streets of a city that never sleeps, Junior Detective Zanka Nijiku-that is working under the one and only, detective Enjin-chasing a ghost. Infamous, erratic, and terrifyingly efficient, the serial killer known as Jabberwocky has left a trail of chaos that Zanka is determined to end-if only to prove he's the best in the field. But the hunter is also the hunted. Jabberwocky, or shall we say Jabber Wonger, a brilliant chemistry student who treats life like a laboratory, has found a new obsession. He doesn't just want to evade Zanka; he wants to dissolve the detective's composure until there's nothing left but a reaction. And oh boy, twho doesn't love a good reaction and a fist in the face?! Between stolen trinkets and staged crime scenes, the line between the law and the lawless begins to blur.