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    In the days between Asgore's disappearance and Flowery's ailing condition, the flowers wait for a ray of hope

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    His other half was just a few feet apart from him.

    "You understand, harness the bond and join it physically!" The Light of Truth spoke.

    Join physically…

    It made sense now.

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    A groan comes from below him, low and deep, and it has him freezing up completely and blinking, before whipping to glance down at what was underneath him.

    Correction; at what he was sitting /atop of/.

    He could feel it properly, now that he wasn’t distracted by the adrenaline rush, now that everything was stilling around him—them. He could feel the hips he was straddling, the lower stomach his ass was stationed on, and the hands that had somehow, intentionally or not, attached themselves to his waist.

    Jabber’s hands. Jabber’s hands that were on his waist. Jabber’s hips that he was straddling. Jabber that he was situated atop of.

    Jabber’s face—which was inches away from Zanka’s own, and purple eyes open to meet his blue.

     

    [or, that one stuck in a tight space fic that every fandom eventually gets]

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    29 Apr 2026

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    Zanka had always had a particularly sensitive sense of smell, even as a child. It was something he was forced to hide as a Nijiku son, as this sensitivity didn't always work in his favour. Strong, heavy smells would linger in his head, making him dizzy and nauseous, until all he could think of was getting away from them, overstimulated and shaking. His family had seen it as a point of weakness, though it often felt to him that every part of himself was a potential weakness growing up.
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    Or Zanka is picky with the smells he likes, it just so happens that he really likes Follo's.

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    Zanka squirms a little and swallows thickly. 

     

    “M’still sore,” He says, quiet before reaching back and gripping one of Jabber’s wrists, squeezing in warning and Jabber bites at his lip. Zanka glowers at him, his hair falling past his shoulders as he does so. It’s gotten longer over the last six months. “Don’t be rough. You were a fuckin’ animal last night,” Jabber just hums again, entranced. Zanka tightens his grip. “I mean it, Jabber. I’ll break yer nose again if ya’ make it hurt.” 

     

    “Don’t threaten me wit’ a good time, gorgeous,” Jabber just says with a laugh and Zanka turns away to sigh and roll his eyes. 

     

    Jabber rubs up and down his sides, making sure not to press to hard because he knows that Zanka is still sore, dark spots forming from where Jabber gripped him so hard last night, when he was deep in that shit, when he didn’t want to let Zanka go for even a fucking second. 

     

    Not when Zanka came running back to him. Back into his arms the way he did. 

     

     

    [or, Jabber took Zanka for himself six months ago, but it's only now that perhaps, progress is being made.]

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    29 Apr 2026