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  1. Public Bookmark 22

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    "Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" he asks right against Zanka's ear, breathing heavy. "Let me give you a kiss and take you to bed?"

    Zanka doesn't answer. He turns his face to meet Enjin's, yanks him in by his jacket, and kisses him.

    It's good, so much better than any of Zanka's daydreams or late night masturbation fantasies. Enjin's mouth is soft and hot against his own, his hands coming up to cradle Zanka's face, twist into his hair. He can feel everything, every nerve ending on fire, and he's going to have to thank Riyo for this somehow when he's sober.
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    Riyo thinks that Zanka could stand to loosen up more— Enjin disagrees. Zanka is just along for the ride.

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    18 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    Zanka’s homeroom teacher disappeared at the start of his final year of high school, only to be immediately replaced with a long-term sub, a mysterious tattooed man that handed out praise like it was nothing and always smelled like cigarettes. Determined to find the truth, Zanka discovers something he shouldn’t.

    He does about everything else he shouldn’t, too. He’s been too good all his life, anyway.

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    16 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    The literal incarnation of Jabber's soul is a beauty of sharpness and poison. Mankira. Mankiller. Ten silver rings, ten deadly claws.

    He thinks it's fitting.

    Jabber likes pain, both when it's inflicted on him and when it's plainly visible in another person. He likes fighting, tearing people apart, seeing how they break on him. He likes it even more when he loses, when he's the one with blood in his teeth and holes in his body. He was made for it, for making it happen and for enjoying it.

    And yet—

    “It’s funny, man, sum light petting ‘n yer already coming undone, ain't ya?” Zanka laughs again, lips tracing the lines of Jabber's jaw, making him tilt his head higher and higher in an honestly lame attempt to escape the ministrations. On Zanka's shoulders, his hands busy themselves clinging to the Cleaner's shirt, twisting and pulling at the fabric like a lifeline. He wants to move, to escape. He also wants to wiggle himself into Zanka's bones, carve a place in the middle of his ribcage and curl up there like a cat in the sun. “Yer so cute,” Zanka purrs, “unbelievable.”

    Or,
    Jabber, belonging, and Zanka.

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    16 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 73

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    Zanka jumps back, hissing, and Jabber drags himself to his feet, brain rebooting. Fight. Fights he knows. They are going to—

    “Fuckin’ finally,” Zanka whistles, and there is something merry in him, now. Happy. “Hi there, wild girl,” he croons, leaning forward on Lovely.

    Wild girl.

    He croons.

    Motherfucker is flirting—with Mankira?

    When Jabber is right here?

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    Zanka can't stop flirting with Mankira during their fights, and Jabber can't stop thinking about it afterwards.

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    16 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

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    The omega muses, staring at the box for a couple of more seconds before he opens it and takes a look inside. The chocolates are all a little different, some bigger, some smaller, and some have little bits of decor on them, while some of them are bare and just chocolates. 

     

    None of them look terribly appealing, but, for Enjin, he’ll give them a try. So, he reaches down, taking his time picking one he wants, and then popping it into his mouth absentmindedly. 

     

    As he chews, he notices that there’s a note attached to the vase of flowers. He reaches down to turn it towards him, then reaches to grab onto the small folded square piece of paper that had come with it. 

     

    He expects to find Enjin’s shitty hand writing, Rudo’s chicken scratch, or Riyo’s flawless signature. But—

     

    The note has one thing written on it; /for Mr. Bad Attitude/, with a badly drawn heart beside it. 

     

    Zanka’s heart stops. 

     

    [or, stumbling upon Valentine's Day gifts Zanka assumes are from his fellow Cleaners, are instead from a certain alpha he cannot seem to shake off. This action will have consequences. Deadly and lovely ones.]

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    16 Apr 2026