God I love the idea of Jabber and Zanka being so tightly trauma-bonded together that it bleeds into toxic codepenency. Like something happens when they're fighting and they're physically trapped, or they're just caught in a situation where they have to work together.
just them in forced proximity and their fighting tension morphs into different kinds of tension ehehe after they escape whatever it is they encountered, theyre SO CLINGYYYY and when the cleaners find them they're like uhhh why are you holding that lunatic like hes treasure.
zanka tries to play it cool but jabber is not helping, and they end up brawling on the ground. for days after zanka thinks hes clever by sneaking out every night, going to see the raider and either fight or fuck, or both. he just knows he needs to be close to jabber.
they get too attached way too fast. its scary, but zanka cant stay away. every second hes apart from jabber his skin itches with the need to be close to him. he wants to dig his nails into his skin and never let go. jabber, of course, is all for this behavior and encourages it.
im not a big fan of cleaner jabber, dunno why, i just dont think he would be satisfied. so IDK how they deal with this, i just know they're two freaks who are addicted to each other.
Janka Jinki stuff, Zanka out-freaking Jabber,,, not entirely sure if this is correct characterization, but I have free will, and this is what I wanted to write at 2AM on a weeknight last week.
Zanka admires jinkis of all kinds. He loves learning about them, about their givers, and their combat style. he wants to learn as much as he can.
Mankira scares him, not just because shes dangerous, but because shes also incredibly beautiful. When her second form was revealed, he was stunned in absolute awe. She looked so powerful, so devastatingly powerful.
While nothing could replace Lovely, he desperately hopes that Jabber appreciates Mankira the way she deserves. Their next fight, he's distracted. His eyes constantly follow Mankira and her movements, how she glints in the light, and how her metal makes the prettiest sound.
She calls out to him like a siren. She's so pretty. She's in her smaller form; Jabber seemed to be toying with him. He can't do this. He can't focus on fighting. he doesnt miss the way her venom corrupts his body, knows that if he gets too close, it could mean game over.
But he can't DO this. He has to tell her. he has to show her. But he only had one idea for how to get Jabber to stop. And it was a huge gamble, leaving himself vulnerable. But he didnt have any other options.
Steeling himself, he jumped back from Jabber, who followed him like a magnet, Mankira outstretched towards him. One chance. He'd have one chance. He deactivated, Lovely and tilted her down, displaying his submission. Mankira's claws stopped inches from his face.
"Eh? What ya doin'?" Jabber questioned. Zanka ignored him. His vision zeroed in on Mankira, shining up at him. He put Lovely back in her holster on his back, and he cupped Mankira with both hands gently. If he looked up, he would've seen the look of absolute bewilderment on Jabber.
But he didn't. He didn't see the way Jabber's eyebrows shot up, how his eyes widened, or how his shoulders twitched. Zanka's whole world was mankira, and the delicate tightrope she walked between beauty and danger. He wanted to follow her on that tightrope, dancing above death.
"I can't-I cant, I... I gotta..." Zanka groaned, as if it was ripped out of his chest. "She's... she so pretty I can't- can't do anything without..." Zanka looked up at jabber with pleading eyes. "Does she know? Do you tell her? If you haven't, I swear I'm gonna bash your skull in!"
He gently ran his fingers over the top of each blade, savoring the slightly ticklish feeling. Unable to resist it any longer, he brought his lips down and lightly kissed each blade. He vaguely registered Jabber's breath-catching, the choked sound that escaped his throat.
This wasn't about Jabber; it was about Mankira. Her venom was right there, quite literally poised to strike, but she did not do such a thing. As Zanka kept kissing her with reverence, he felt her preen with pride.
She's gotten the taste of his blood four times now, but that means that Zanka is also more in tune with her with each strike. Every time she wounds him, he learns a little more about her.
"Dude, what the FUCK are you on?" Jabber choked out, sounded broken.
Zanka snuck a glance up at him, finally noticing the anguish on Jabber's face. He looked in pain, uncomfortable, and confused. But also curious. That small portion of curiosity is what Zanka suspected was keeping Mankira in his hands and not in his throat.
Zanka smirked and leaned back up, caressing and tracing each one of Mankira's blades with care. He gazed down affectionately, tender with his touch. Jabber's hand started shaking, and Zanka could tell that he was torn on whether to stay or rip Mankira out of Zanka's grasp.
"I just had to show her how beautiful she is," he says with a soft smile. Jabber's hands were still shaking as Zanka cupped the back of his hand and brought Mankira up, effectively pressing her against the side of his own head. He was aware of the danger and did it anyway.
Jabber's face was pinched with discomfort, and if Zanka had known this was the way to get under Jabber's skin, he'd have done this ages ago. The first time he saw Mankira, he wanted to praise her and kiss her. Not every jinki made him react that way. She was just special.
"You tell her too, right?" Zanka asked as he nuzzled his head against the blades, hot breath splaying over Jabber's palm. "You tell her how stunning she is? Every day?"
"Yeah," was all Jabber said. His eyes drifted between Zanka's and where their hands were clasped.
"Mmm..." Zanka turned and pressed a kiss to each of Jabber's finger tips, appreciating how Jabber's face morphed into a grimace and how the tremble in his hand increased. "Have you worshipped her like this?" Zanka prodded.
"I-" Jabber cut off with a groan as Zanka rubbed his hands up and down Jabber's wrist. Jabber's gaze was dangerous, like a cornered, starving animal trying to decide if it wants to take the food or bite the hand that's giving it.
"Well? Have you?" Jabber remains silent, bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. Zanka speeds up the process by running his tongue under Mankira's middle blade, still studying Jabber's face. That seemed to cross whatever line Jabber had, and he ripped Mankira away. Zanka laughed.
"Not like that, you fucking freak," Jabber mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "You're weird." Zanka shrugged, but was sad to see Mankira deactivating and retreating into her temple within the rings that sat upon Jabbers fingers.
"You liked it."
"Maaaan, you gettin' on my nerves now."
"Just admit it, you liked seeing her get the attention she deserves."
"I ain't admitting jack, not after whatever shit that was!"
Zanka keeps egging Jabber on, and he eventually pulls out Mankira again, but he's thrown off his game. He doesn't know how to feel about whatever Zanka just pulled on him. He's upset, but he's also intrigued. He wants Zanka to do it again.
have any thoughts on Zanka masturbating with Lovely Assistaff? :0
ehehehe yessss you bet i do
~nsfw
As an asexual pervert, dry humping is at the top of my list for things I adore. And Zanka 100% rubs on lovely assistaff
I think the first time it happened, it was an accident. perhaps it was after a long day, perhaps it was a case of morning wood (HA), or perhaps it was just when he was polishing lovely, but somehow his crotch brushed against his assistaff, and he jolted. it felt electrifying, but he was also scared of how good it felt.
He was paralyzed, not sure if this was a good or bad thing. But as he felt the wood beneath his hands, firm and steady in his grasp, he realized that it couldn't be bad. Lovely was apart of him, there's no reason he should be ashamed.
Even so, he was hesitant to continue. It was a new experience, and there was a lot of trial and error when it came to getting the right angles and pressure. But lovely was patient, allowing zanka to experiment and get it right.
His heart swelled with pride and affection, causing his efforts to double.
And while there was a small, judgmental voice in the far corners of his mind, Zanka continued to chase after the pleasure that he and lovely were creating.
When lovely activated, it was like he ascended to another plane. He pretty much came right there. His entire room was bathed in lovely's blue glow, and zanka almost felt like crying at the sight.
For a while zanka couldn't stop himself from giving into the urge. He'd absolutely book it from meetings, would be late to meals, and would randomly disappear in the middle of the day. All so he could meld together with his jinki.
But then the frenzied feeling of desperation wore away. He wanted to savor the times they spent together, truly cherish lovely to the best of his abilities. He eased back, the time intervals between sessions increased. He stopped feeling desperate for that mind numbing haze, and instead grew a new appreciation for lovely whenever she was near him.
Lovely's presence on his back was a reassuring weight, one he adored. When he held his staff, it felt as though he was whole, and firmly embracing himself. While he absolutely loved finding nirvana with lovely in his hands and pressed against him, it felt even better with some build up.
When she’s activated he touches the rough rope, feeling the coarseness against his sensitive skin. He would kiss the sharp ridges, feeling the pressure along his tongue. He would grind along the raised ridges and bumps near the top, the cool metal sucking his body heat in an exchange that was positively divine. Zanka's hands would wind themselves along the horns jutting from the sides, acting like perfect handlebars. The pressure from lovely's spikes feels so good against his flesh, like he’s also giving lovely the same sensation she’s giving him.
When he’s done he would lick lovely clean and then run a rag over the dampness, and he'd press lovely to his nose and hold his staff close, coiling his body around his staff best he could. He'd murmur sweet nothings into the metal as it shifted back into wood, and press small kisses between his words.
And would I be crazy if I were to say that Zanka sniffing his staff during his introduction scene was him smelling their intertwined essences because seriously there was no other need for that
Zanka feels like hes cheating on Assistaff when he starts developing feelings for Jabber. She's his one and only, but then Jabber showed up, and Zanka begs and tries to convince her that hes those feelings aren't real and that shes the only one he loves.
He tries his best to convince himself, too. Jabber was just a crush, just someone who gave Zanka a thrill. He didn't mean anything more than that. He was an enemy that Zanka envied and wanted to beat. That's all it was. Right? Right.
But after a fight, Jabber is standing, holding her. Zanka on the ground, and Jabber caresses her gently, too gently, with Mankira adorning his fingers. Zanka is FILLED with anger and is about to cuss and threaten and do everything in the book to get him away from her.
But then Jabber says, "She's perfect for you, you know. shes elegant and strong, so beautiful, just like you." Zanka is stopped in his tracks because no one has ever talked about her like that, no one has ever seen her the way he sees her.
He feels no animosity through her as Jabber nuzzles his forehead against her, in fact she almost feels like she's preening from the attention. He's speechless, and Jabber laughs, pressing light kisses to her before he kneels down to Zanka's level. Zanka doesn't know what to do.
Jabber licks her, right in front of him. But he does it in a way that doesn't feel crude or mocking. It feels like... worship? Reverance?? Jabber's mouth trails along her, and Zanka expected to feel enraged. But instead he feels jealous. Worse, he's not sure WHO he's jealous of.
Mankira is still activated in her smaller form, and Jabber extends his hand with his palm facing down. "She's pretty too, ain't she?" Zanka looks down at Mankira, her glove tightly wrapped around Jabber's hand and shining brightly, almost as if she's winking at him.
Zanka looks at her for a few moments, and isn't sure what possessed him to do so, but he reaches forward, towards the venom, towards the danger, and lightly wraps his hand around Jabbers fingers as he brings her up to his lips, kissing each one of her claws.
When he looks up Jabber is looking at him with such a dangerous expression, one mixed with hunger, excitement, bewilderment, and adoration. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect. You like her right? Right? You're just like me Zan-zan!" Jabber practically vibrates with excitement.
Zanka realizes that Jabber understands. He's the same with Mankira, he just wasn't afraid to share her. Maybe that's what Zanka fears; sharing Lovely and having someone appreciate her better than he can. But maybe it's not a competition. Maybe it's what she deserves.
Zanka looks down at Manikra again, feeling the energy she radiated. She was dangerous, just as dangerous as her giver, but Zanka saw her beauty. She wasn't as beautiful as Lovely, but they made such a wonderful sound as Jabber thrumbled his fingers on Assistaff; metal on metal.
Zanka shifted, sitting up off the ground, still holding Jabber's hand. He brings his other hand up and starts to trace Mankira, careful not to prick himself. His touch is featherlight, and he leans down to press a kiss to each of Jabber's exposed knuckles.
Jabber is eerily quiet, but Zanka could feel a slight tremble through his fingers. Flipping Jabber's hand around, he kissed Jabber's palm and the tips of each of his fingers. "She is... she's really pretty..." he mumbled. "You're pretty, too." He risked a glance up at the other.
Jabber's bottom lip was snuggly caught between his teeth, with blood dripping down his chin. He held Lovely with a tight grip, and Zanka was surprised to find that he wasn't upset. Afterall, she was meant to be firmly grasped.
Zanka tilted Jabber's hand up and threaded their fingers as he leaned forward, licking the blood off Jabber's skin. That seemed to snap Jabber out of whatever trance Zanka had accidentally put over him, and he squeezed their hands together, an elated giggle bubbling out from him.
Jabber caught Zanka's lip in a brutal kiss, one that felt like they were fighting again. Heavy breaths and blood spilled from their lips. After a few seconds, Jabber sucked Zanka's now split lip and pulled away. "Oh Zan-zan, we are going to have SO much more fun now!"
What if Follo never slept with Zanka in your one-sided Follozan AU? I'm the anon that asked what would happen if Zanka chose Jabber in front of Follo btw, and if we're going with similar events to however that would play out, how would it be different if Follo never got to experience being with Zanka in the first place?? This AU is so harsh but entertaining, I can't help but love it😅❤️
I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS HOLY SHIT MY BAD
Janka drabble #8
this got hella long,,,, and i did NOT proofread it
more janka + one sided follozan with follo pov
again as a clairfication for anyone new, im anime only so i dont know follo super well
so if we're going a different route, id say that follo developed a crush on zanka after seeing just how motivated and driven zanka is, espeically after the events of s1. zanka is also extremely pretty and strong, which didn't help. this developed from admiration into infatuation.
when he noticed zanka starting to disappear more often, he was curious. where was he going? was he meeting with someone? was he just running errands? but then he would come back at odd hours, act like normal, but anyone who knew him could tell it was a performance. it rubbed follo the wrong way.
he started to try to spend more time around zanka to strengthen their friendship (and maybe to gauge compatibility), but he also wanted answers.
they would train together, sometimes eat meals together, and the fluttery feeling in follo's chest intensified whenever zanka smiled or laughed. zanka was a reserved person, not one to readily offer up physical touch with his friends. So, when zanka put his hand on follo's shoulder to get his attention, when he would poke his cheek in an endearing manner, when their legs brushed under the table in the dining hall and he didn't move away, follo would short circuit. he would try to find an excuse to look away to hide his blush. the brief warmth that came from zanka would linger in his body.
but whenever follo tried to ask where zanka would disappear to, zanka's mood would shift. his body language would close up, tension would appear in his shoulders and wrists, and he would look away.
follo sensed he was getting dangerously close to stepping over the line, so he stopped the questions. just laughed it off, trying to be casual about it, like the curiosity wasn't eating at him more now.
it got to be too much. it was consuming his every thought. of course, zanka was allowed to keep secrets. Follo wasn't entitled to know everything about him. But Zanka's mood swings were getting more pronounced, he was starting to blow follo off, and his curiosity was mixing with annoyance.
he decided to follow him the next time it happened. he was worried zanka would notice, he was trained to be a hellguard afterall. but zanka seemed to be distracted, his mind elsewhere as he spoke lowly into his choker. follo was too far away to hear anything.
zanka wandered far, further than follo had been anticipating. but he kept with him, his heartbeat loud in his ears and making him feel paranoid about every step he took.
a flash of another body rammed into Zanka, and follo nearly blew his cover right then. he was only able to marginally stop himself when he saw assistaff already activated, the blue hue shrouding Zanka in a beautiful light in the dark. his face was screwed up in determination, like he had been expecting this ambush. was that a smile on his face?
"heeeey babe~" came from a familiar voice. "you late!"
"tough shit, you didn't even show up last time!" follo's heart clenched when zanka didn't protest the pet name.
a crazed, choppy laughter echoed around them.
no. no, that couldn't be right. no way zanka would willingly meet up with that guy???
"shut up. let's go already!" zanka growled with a manic grin.
the sound of metal on metal was shrill, and follo's worst fear was confirmed. silhouetted against assistaff's blue was a figure with long dreads and deadly claws.
too many emotions began to overwhelm his senses. fear, anger, bewilderment anxiety, jealousy, saddness. he was paralyzed as the two began to fight.
their battle was brutal. follo had obviously seen zanka fight trashbeasts before, everything he did was always executed with calculated precision and grace. but watching him fight jabber was a new thing entirely. which led him to wondering why the hell they were fighting in the first place?
from their brief words, it seemed like this was a regular thing. is this what zanka did every time he left? meet up with jabber to duel? why?
it didn't seem like he was going to get an answer any time soon. hell, he just had to stay out of range of these two monsters exchanging blows. is this who zanka really is? is the perfected poised persona he puts on all an act?
their battle was intense, and follo's ears were ringing by the end of it, and he wasn't even that close to it! the songs of their jinkis were just that intense. more words and jabs were said, taunts that sounded like flirts thrown back and forth. it only served to confuse follo more. what were they?
it ended when jabber slammed zanka against the ground, his claws clearly at zanka's throat. follo once again nearly blew his cover, his supporter instincts rushing over him to protect. but he remained rooted in place.
both were panting heavily and absolutely covered in sweat and grime. it was hard to tell from the angle, but zanka was most definetely glaring up at the raider above him. it was a tense few moments, and the two were definitely having a silent conversation. finally, it broke with jabber's claws deactivating, and assistaff's blue hue faded as it returned to its wooden form.
"aaaaand round one goes to jabber! he's thinkin' pizza!"
"i ain't buying you shit!"
"rules are rules, zankaaaa."
the way jabber practically purred zanka's name had follo gritting his teeth.
"you forfeited last time by not showin' up. you're buying dinner."
"you gonna buy me double dinner next time?"
"i ain't losin' next time!"
the conversation was so casual, like they didn't spend the last 40 minutes trying to kill each other.
jabber sat up, still straddling zanka's hips. he had a wide grin on his face, but it was different than his typical crazed expression. his features were softer and there was fondness in his eyes.
"yeah yeah, mister tough guy. c'mere." jabber fisted zanka's uniform and dragged him up, kissing him.
kissing him?!
follo's mouth gaped, and his eyes nearly bugged outta his head. he slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress a gasp when zanka's hands came to wrap around the raider's midsection, pressing up into the kiss.
confusion. rage. heartbreak.
it had tears clouding his vision. digging his nails into his skin, he tried to blink them away and regulate his breathing; he did not need to choke on air right now.
it was dulled by exhaustion, but they kissed like they were still fighting. tongues and teeth joining the fray for round two.
follos heart nearly stopped when jabber looked directly at him through the corner of his eye. even from the distance, follo recognized the predatory gaze. his eyes were sharp and clear, holding disdain and animosity. the way he held zanka possessively, the way their bodies molded and moved together, it all screamed: he's mine.
it made follo nauseous.
"get off me, im hungry," zanka mumbled.
jabber finally broke eye contact with follo and hummed. with a shit-eating-grin, he unzipped Zanka's collar and pressed his lips to zanka's neck.
follo couldn't handle this. he couldn't handle watching jabber give zanka hickies, he couldn't handle zanka's pleased sighs as he did so.
follo squeezed his eyes shut, hanging his head and trying to quell the fury of emotions within his chest, as well as the nausea curling in his gut. he breathed through his nose, not trusting himself to take his hand away from his mouth.
this was worse, so much worse than anything he could've imagined. and he was stuck witnessing it now. he can't leave, they'd see him.
"alright, enough. get off," he heard zanka grumble.
"aww, already?" jabber's voice was muffled, like he was speaking the words in zanka's neck still.
"later," zanka said sharply. could he actually get jabber to listen? "ain't you hungry?"
"hungry for youuuu- ack!" a scuff that sounded like a body hitting the ground brought little relief to follo when it was joined with breathy laughter.
"c'mon already. i want somethin' spicy."
their voices trailed off as they went further and further from follo, and only when it had been quiet for a full minute did he unclasp his hand from his mouth and open his eyes.
that was worse than rejection. that was annihilation. what was that old saying? curiosity killed the cat? consider follo rotting away in no man's land now.
he mindlessly wandered back to HQ, feeling numb, feeling too much, feeling like he witnessed a crime, but above all, feeling lonely.
follo didn't come out much the next day. he and zanka had made plans to train in the afternoon, but he couldnt do that now. he couldn't look zanka in the eyes and not see jabber on top of him, kissing him breathless. god, just the thought of it makes him want to cry again.
its late at night when a light knock raps on his door. its zanka, holding him a plate of food. he doesn't look any differnet than he normally does, and follo found himself searching for evidence on zanka's neck. but as always, his jacket is zipped up, effectively covering anything jabber might've done to him.
"you okay?" zanka asked, looking concerned. follo, despite the anxiety raging a ware in his chest, nodded and took the plate and avoided zanka's eyes.
alr so modern au, TOXIC AS FUCK relationship between the two of them, they actually beat each other up and there's always blood whenever they see each other, dunno why they hate each other so much but they do.
NSFW
Riyo notices that Zanka always is covering something up with clothing or bandages and is concerned, encouraging him to drop Jabber. He agrees bc he’s so over it, but then Jabber shows up at his apt later that week and he can't resist.
Next day riyo notices a bruise on his cheek and gets mad, yelling at Zanka that this is good for him and he needs to put a stop to it. He lies and says it wasn’t Jabber, that he slipped on the ice and hit a pole. She’s not convinced.
He calls Jabber that night to try to break things off, but he doesn’t even get the words out before his voice is betraying him and telling Jabber to get his ass over to his apartment. They fight like always, bruised and bloodied.
It ends up with Zanka on top of Jabber with his hands wrapped around Jabbers throat, and Jabber grinds up into him. Zanka pretty much says fuck it and shimmies outta his pants and hastily preps himself, not letting Jabber touch him.
He fucks himself down onto Jabber and rides him like a man possessed, hands wrapped around Jabbers throat again. He goes so fast and hard that his body is hurting but he doesn’t care.
By the time he cums he’s still angry but tired, and Jabber smiles up at him devilishly and remarks how he still hasn't come yet, flips Zanka on his back and fuuuuucks him, Zanka absolutely sobbing by the time they finish.
Modern au where they aren't dating but they've been involved for a while and they somehow end up dancing in Zanka's kitchen. Drugs or alcohol are probably involved to loosen their hips as they sway to music playing from the shitty speaker from Jabbers phone.
The music is crackly and uneven, and the absurdity of the situation plastered smiles on their faces. They dance together and appear to be velcroed at the seams, but then they detach, and their eyes wander over the other's body from afar (they're two feet apart).
Zanka vaguely ponders how all his choices in life lead him to this moment, decides he doesn’t care, and pulls Jabber back into his embrace by a firm yet affectionate hold on his hip. They're laughing, but they don't kiss, and Zanka presses the sides of their faces together.
He half expects Jabber to lick him, because he’s come to expect the unexpected when it comes to him, but Jabber keeps his tongue to himself and instead keeps their momentum going with his body (not even using his hands, which where hung over Zanka's shoulders).
Zanka knows they've stepped into a more intimate territory, but Jabber doesn’t seem to mind and he doesn’t intend to be the one to bring it up He’s content, thats all that matters.
Eventually their dancing slows to a sway as their energy drained and Jabber's phone abruptly died, even so Zanka was relunctant to release his hold on Jabber's hips, and he didn’t want the other's weight to disappear from his shoulders.
It seems like Jabber has a similar train of thought, tho it's hard to tell what's going on in that guy's head, he could be completely out of it by now. Regardless, they stayed like that for a long time, longer than either one of them anticipated.
There was a surprising amount of comfort in their embrace, in whatever type of relationship that floated between them, and somehow they found themselves in the exact same position horizontally on the couch Tired and emotionally confused, they laid there together until morning.
Their backstory:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I just got back from the club, so I'm making them do it too
The club had been full of energy; bodies moving, colors shifting, beat pounding. differing smokes clouded over their heads as lasers shone through.
The DJs took turns switching between their turntables. behind them, a screen dancing in the background. A large skull was painted on the ceiling above them, calling out their blatant substance abuse that chips away at their health.
in a world like this, it doesn't matter. it had been so hot and muggy on the crowded dance floor; people constantly bumped into them as they were passying by. it irritated Zanka, but he had no qualms about invading Jabber's personal space.
Jabber's mouth had been hot against his neck, even hotter than the air around them. when he pulled back and exposed the hickey to the air, it was cold. Zanka had shivered, sliding his hand up to grip Jabber's chin and yank it to the side so he could return the favor.
Jabber's skin tasted salty with sweat as Zanka lightly dug his teeth in. time passed in a blur and before they knew it, the overhead lights flashed on, signalling closing time. groans of dissapointment rippled throughout the space.
Jabber had been in the middle of a drag from his weed pen, and the sudden light change startled him into a coughing fit. Zanka laughed and guided Jabber away from the crowd. The ride home was pleasant, and now they lay in bed, bodies tired and properly danced out, as they hold each other close and cuddle.
