ice_needs_cream



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 54

    Tags
    Summary

    “Don’t talk about my momma.” Zanka’s eyebrows furrow. Huh?

    “What?”

    “wUt????” Jabber repeats in a mocking zone, scoffing. “I said, don’t talk about my momma.”

    “No one’s talking about yer damn mama?”  

    Silence.

    Jabber looks at Zanka. Zanka looks at Jabber.

    This whole conversation feels like bumping into a wall because you weren’t paying attention, too busy yelling at Rudo for setting you on fire again: a hard stop. Zanka, despite himself, can't help but wonder what’s on the other side.

    “Okay, then.” With a seriousness that is almost (definitely) unsettling, Jabber slowly pulls his hand from Zanka’s grasp. 

    “Okay?”

     

    Or; To be loved is to be changed. Nobody ever said it had to be for the better.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    26,029
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
    94
    Kudos:
    522
    Bookmarks:
    54
    Hits:
    5,686

    14 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “So? What happened on the last mission that has you so…like this?” She motions to Zanka’s general being, and he sighs.

    “It’s…” He starts, then pauses, his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out how to word it. His ‘revelation’—while shocking—wasn’t actually all that life-changing, in the grand scheme of things. Or, at least, not in any ways that actually mattered. Still, Zanka found that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It haunts him, that scent of sea salt and earth, so intense in his memories that it was almost as if he could still smell it if he idled for long enough. “It’s stupid,” he says eventually, shaking his head in a useless attempt to clear the thought from his head.

    “It obviously isn’t, seeing as it has you this stressed out. Come on, just tell me what he did already.” She pushes, elbowing him playfully in the ribs. Still, though, he hesitates, shaking his head again.

    “No, Riyo, I’m tellin’ you, it ain’t somethin’ ya need ta worry—”

    “You found out that Jabber is an omega, didn’t you?”

    Zanka finds out that Jabber is an omega, and it doesn't change much at all. It's not as though Jabber smells really nice or anything like that. Definitely not.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    26,007
    Chapters:
    5/5
    Comments:
    81
    Kudos:
    1,022
    Bookmarks:
    209
    Hits:
    13,438

    11 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.

    Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.

    or

    Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.

     

    Disclaimer: do NOT feed my work into generative AI or I will fucking GET you.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    107,406
    Chapters:
    13/14
    Comments:
    3,358
    Kudos:
    13,559
    Bookmarks:
    3,181
    Hits:
    320,930

    09 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Zanka runs into a familiar face whilst on break in Canvas Town. Something is inherently wrong.

    “But Zankaaaa…”
    “OFFA ME!”
    The second Jabber would’ve let go, Zanka could make a mad dash for the alley behind him. That was the plan.
    He watched in anticipation as Jabber reluctantly unwound his hands from Zanka’s ankle. Jabber’s hands. His bare hands? Bare fingers? What—
    “Where’s Mankira?”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    45,510
    Chapters:
    17/17
    Comments:
    386
    Kudos:
    1,186
    Bookmarks:
    165
    Hits:
    20,029

    28 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Coming to a decision, he steps closer, stooping down to wrap his arms around Jabber’s knees and lifting the raider in one swift motion, throwing him over his shoulder before he begins stalking off. Jabber makes a weird, indecipherable sound as he’s heaved upward, something that might have been an excited squeal.

    “Whoa!” He yelps, flailing a bit as he tries to look at Zanka, despite the awkward positioning. “Where are you taking me, Zan-Zan?” He couldn’t sound more excited about this development if he tried, and the thought has Zanka snorting quietly to himself.

    “Somewhere we can battle, obviously. I’m not fightin’ ya outside a’ cleaner HQ.”

    “Why not? You afraid of havin’ a little audience? Or is it that you don’t want them to watch the way we fight?” The raider’s voice glides down Zanka’s spine, slow like syrup, and he says the word ‘fight’ as if it meant ‘fuck’, which promptly empties Zanka’s mind of nearly all its thoughts.

    Or, five times Zanka picks up Jabber, and one time something comes of it.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    8,900
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Comments:
    39
    Kudos:
    1,449
    Bookmarks:
    237
    Hits:
    8,821

    23 Apr 2026