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He doesn’t remember his name. Well, he does, it’s Jabber, but the thing that they called him way back when, that’s what gets hard to recall. It gets fuzzy when he goes too far into the past, and the fuzz isn’t painful so much as confusing, so- he doesn’t. So his name is Jabber.
(Jabber Wonger and Zanka Nijiku are mirrored reflections of one another, a haunting in the back of the mind.)
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25 May 2026
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Though with all of the planning and formulating, the perfecting and order— some things are bound to get screwed up. Zanka just didn’t know it came in the shape of one single person.
Or, the one college au where Jabber wrecks Zanka's life by existing and looking pretty.
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22 Apr 2026
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“What, you gonna call daddy to come beat me up?” Dreads mocks him, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
Zanka feels the anger bubble up inside him at the comment, hot and cloying as it courses through his veins—and decides he needs to go home, right now, or someone’s getting punched. “Fuck you. I’m leavin’.” Then he turns on his heel to march to the back door of August’s house.
“Yeah, call your limo, pretty boy!”
Okay. That’s enough.
Zanka turns back around, cocks his arm back, and decks the guy in the face.
Or, alternatively: How the meet-ugly of the goddamn century catapults newly broke college student Zanka Nijiku head-fucking-first into the strangest, weirdest, most evilly convoluted situationship of his life.
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12 Apr 2026
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Zanka's hands are still lingering when he asks, the way he does everything, steady and blunt and pretending he doesn't care about the answer while his hand's waver.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jabber doesn't blink. “Nah.”
That same factual bluntness. Like commenting on the weather.
Zanka nods, accepting it like he accepts the buckets of blood they've shared by accident. He tries again:
“Can I kiss your neck?”
Huh?
Jabber's eyebrows raise a fraction. Like that was an unexpected wrench in their bi-weekly weirdness operation.
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One creature learning the texture of another.Series
- Part 5 of Janka Fics
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06 Apr 2026
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“You want to ruin him," Sukuna says.
Maybe Sukuna isn’t wrong about that, Fushiguro thinks in a daze. Itadori’s heart is too heavy and too precious. It’s a burden that shouldn’t be given to anyone else. Because even Itadori himself can’t take care of it, can’t hold onto it for the life of him because he’d rather become the vessel to the most wretched of all curses just to help two people he’s only known for a few months—to help Fushiguro, who he’d only met that night.
(I can keep it. Fushiguro’s hands move. I can hold onto it, if you want.)
Maybe Sukuna’s definition of ruin wasn’t all that wrong from what Fushiguro wanted after all. Maybe that did make him just as wretched.
But if Itadori was still willing to stay beside him, despite knowing that—
Then there was no reason for Fushiguro to let him go.
Or—
Some dreams start to keep Fushiguro up at night, and the cure to stopping them might be closer than he thinks.
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03 Apr 2026