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    Coming to a decision, he steps closer, stooping down to wrap his arms around Jabber’s knees and lifting the raider in one swift motion, throwing him over his shoulder before he begins stalking off. Jabber makes a weird, indecipherable sound as he’s heaved upward, something that might have been an excited squeal.

    “Whoa!” He yelps, flailing a bit as he tries to look at Zanka, despite the awkward positioning. “Where are you taking me, Zan-Zan?” He couldn’t sound more excited about this development if he tried, and the thought has Zanka snorting quietly to himself.

    “Somewhere we can battle, obviously. I’m not fightin’ ya outside a’ cleaner HQ.”

    “Why not? You afraid of havin’ a little audience? Or is it that you don’t want them to watch the way we fight?” The raider’s voice glides down Zanka’s spine, slow like syrup, and he says the word ‘fight’ as if it meant ‘fuck’, which promptly empties Zanka’s mind of nearly all its thoughts.

    Or, five times Zanka picks up Jabber, and one time something comes of it.

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    Spoilers for Gachiakuta Manga!

    “Whoda thought rage baitin’ you outta that well would mean finding the perfect sadist for myself?”

    “Don’t call me that.”

    “Stop denying the truth. It’s just us—and it ain’t like I’m gonna judge ya, man.”

    Enjin isn’t the reason Zanka crawls out of that well he’d dropped himself into. A pain loving freak is.

    Or, a what if scenario where Jabber finds Zanka first, and how it changes them both.

     

    Edit: Russian translation for this fic is now available, done by gienamnogolikaya! Thank you for offering to translate <3

    - https://ficbook.net/readfic/019aa86d-f236-7cae-a2eb-0fcec3c7f053

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    So you're the local himbo, but then another himbo moves into that old abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Fellas, wyd?

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    "You know him?" Thanos asks as he tries to think of his own lyrics to go with the track that's still playing. "He produce for real, or is this a favor type thing?" Doesn't matter either way. Thanos has got a damn gift when it comes to getting people to do shit for him.

    "That's the thing," Semi groans with a downright strange amount of frustration. "The guy's name is Namgyu, I'm pretty sure, and he's a composer. Like, the classical stuff at the beginning, that was his."

    Thanos nods, even though he doesn't really get why she's saying this shit like she's reading him a prison sentence ending in the electric chair. "Soo...?" He asks slowly. "If he made that, he can definitely do the producing shit, too. It's just a different genre." It's true. As long as he's got an ear for what's good, and knows how to work the fancy ass machines, then Thanos should be solid.

    "Well, the issue is that he would never do it," she shrugs.

    "He'd do it for me," Thanos waves off. It's not even cocky or some shit. All he's got to do is hook the guy up with girls or drugs or an oil change, and he should be fine. "Why wouldn't he?"

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    How Thanos and Namgyu make an album together and maybe fall in love.

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