✨️Janka Week✨️

Jabber, recently appointed Duke, inherited his father's estate and his research. However, Jabber also inherited his debt. He proposes a contractual marriage with the royal family, where he meets the third son, Prince Zanka, who faces his own identity problems.

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Zanka wakes up in a seemingly blissful morning, Jabber peacefully sleeping beside him. Jabber is no longer peaceful when he feels the lack of Mankira on his fingers.

Rating: Mature

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Civilian Sunday : two dummies exploring a haunted house

Mystical Monday : Idk I could only think of frankenstien

Time Travel tuesday : I actually like this sketch bc they are so cute. The arrows are pointing at Jabbers bracelets and rings its hard to see.

Theatrical thrusday : Bungo stray dogs bc I will never forget my roots

Freaky Friday : idk I've had thoughts about their designs but mostly zanka's

String of fate saturday : they love each other trust

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zanka Nijiku & Jabber Wonger, Zanka Nijiku/Jabber Wonger Characters: Jabber Wonger, Zanka Nijiku, Kyouka Nijiku, Nijiku Family (Gachiakuta) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Rituals, Religious Cults, Identity Crisis, God Jabber, Follower Zanka, God & God’s Chosen, Angst, Existential Crisis, Pre-Relationship Summary:

Zanka becomes his God’s Chosen.

A God’s Chosen.

That God’s Chosen.

Oblivion might be a kinder fate.

Janka Week Wednesday of Woe!

Jabber landed a kick, untangling Mankira from Lovely Assistaff, throwing Zanka all the way to the other side of the room. There was something weird about it, though. They've been fighting as always, and, even without scratching him at all this entire time, there was something off about Zanka's breathing. Was he getting tired already? The man with the resistance and stubborness of a brick wall?

Jabber limped closer, feet still aching from the smash earlier. Not that he bothered with that. "Oi Zan-zan, are you quitting already? That no fun, dude!" He heard Zanka cough quietly. Oh, so he wasn't tired! It was something else. And judging by the blood that accompanied the coughs, anyone could easily say it was probably poisoning, considering his opponent, but then again, Mankira did not scratch him not even once this day.

Zanka coughing didn't stop, but he did his best to point Assistaff to his rival, while one hand covered his mouth, blood splashing on his palm and falling to the floor. Jabber smiled, reading Mankira again, but Zanka knees faltered, and he dropped to the floor again. The coughs turned into gags and gasps for air. It was beautiful, truly, Jabber would love to know what kind of thing poisoned his Zanka like that. He almost felt jealous.

Until, between the blood, he saw it.

Petals, tinted red. Jabber couldn't quite remember which kind as well, before looking back to Zanka.

Belladonna. An entire branch of it falling– growing– from his mouth.

It was poison. But the poison was love.

Janka Week- String of Fate Saturday: Arranged Marriage AU

10 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT IT STILL COUNTS

JANKA JOBSWAP

talk abt the AU under the cut