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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    Still, it's an ugly reminder, and he grimaces, forcing himself to look away from him only to end up staring down at his uninjured hand. He remembers Enjin clutching it like a lifeline to keep him upright while they were trying to get out. The comforting atmosphere turns remarkably bitter in a few seconds, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

     

    "Do you think we're going to die doing this?" He's got no real reason to ask such a question. To burden Enjin with his own negativity, but he selfishly wishes Enjin will indulge him, even if only for a moment. The giver pauses his motion, knife halfway dug into the fruit. It's so quiet Gris feels like he can't breathe because it would only serve to further disturb this moment.

     

    "Yes." Such a definitive answer. Straight to the point, simple. A kind of answer you don't debate because the person had said it with such conviction that debate feels
    impossible. And why would he debate what he agrees with?

     

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    Gris wonders about the idea of him and Enjin dying in the field followed by a deal, a party and unhealthy coping mechanisms.

     

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    A very late birthday fic for gris 😭✌️

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    29 Jul 2026

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    Sometimes Gris seriously wonders what exactly goes on up in Enjin’s head. He’s a team leader with three kids, and is somehow one of the most reckless people he knows. Not with the kids around, but when he’s off by himself? It’s like all that stuff he tells his team goes out the door. Like it just doesn’t apply to him. He’d never let one of his kids go waltzing around in a No Man’s Land or a polluted zone alone. But him? Oh that was fair game, it didn’t matter if he did it.

     

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    Enjin stresses Gris out.

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    29 Jul 2026

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    Connor thinks it’s a bad idea to let Fraser come stay with him after his injury.

    Fraser ends up showing him how good of an idea it actually was.

     
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    25 Jul 2026

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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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    22 Jul 2026

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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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