Zankaxjabber 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.

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.

In a world of collapsing cities and constant danger, Cleaner Zanka lives by discipline, control, and strength. Raider Jabber lives by chaos, instinct, and trouble. They should be enemies. They should avoid each other. Instead, they keep colliding - in fights, in shadows, in moments neither of them can explain. When Jabber disappears for months, Zanka's frustration turns to rage... and something far more dangerous. Their next encounter ignites a fight that changes everything. ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ I do not own any artwork used. I do not own these characters.

Title was meant to be There must be poison in those fingertips of yours, cause i keep coming back again for more, but apparently, Wattpad has a character limit on their titles. This is my first time posting a fanfic... and i don't use Wattpad at all so bear with me... I LOVE JANKA!!! i don't own any artwork or characters in this

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙔𝙪𝙟𝙞. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣. · · ─ ·ʚ𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔ɞ· ─ · · There are many different words to describe Rudo and Yuji's relationship... Close. Loving. Genuine. Loyal. Trustworthy. Intimate. They've always had each other's backs through thick and thin, ever since they were taken in by Regto, who was basically a father to them growing up. One day, Rudo and Yuji arrived back at the house. Rudo opened the door, only to find Regto on the floor, with a weapon in his chest, bleeding out. Rudo was angry. Itadori was crying. Everything was falling apart at the seams. Now here they are... Strung up and are about to be thrown away, accused of a murder they didn't commit. Whatever deity was looking out for them, they survived the fall. The smell of trash and rotting flesh hitting their noses in an instant. Follow Rudo and Yuji on their journey to discover who the killer is, and to grow a family with the people around them. Stay tuned for more!!