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    In a bid to escape your own life, you run away to the Scottish Hebrides, seeking utter solitude. Instead, you meet a man who won't leave you alone.

    He's handsome, and charming, and unfailingly persistent—and he wears an odd pelt around his waist.

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    "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.

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    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.

     

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    06 Nov 2025

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    im going insane im losinf my mind clock strikes twelve midnight arrives this fic is fucking GOLD in written form i need it in my VEINS

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    "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.

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    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.

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    06 Nov 2025

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    im going insane im losinf my mind clock strikes twelve midnight arrives this fic is fucking GOLD in written form i need it in my VEINS

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    A languid morning with your darling Boothill.

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    "Am I in heaven?" he murmurs, his voice thick and raspy with sleep.

    You laugh, truly caught off guard. "If you call me an angel, I swear–"

    His lip quirks, his eyes sparkling. "Sorry, you're right, darlin'. You're closer to divine."

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    zayne swears he's immune now.

    caleb says “gege” once, and that theory dies a quiet death.

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    14 Aug 2025