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Perhaps Guts had only ever worshipped him like a wounded dog. With a devotion that was born out of something pitiful, whining, and irreparable. Some godless beast, curled up beneath the altar of a god—knowing naught about what it meant to be holy, but what it meant to be held in the arms of holiness.
And perhaps Griffith had only ever held him there out of a desperation that had never been divine. It had been something far more deplorable; an uncontrollable fear for the dog turned sacrificial lamb, cradled in the arms of its executioner.
Do you want to be a god? the taunting voice scratched on the inside of his skull, insistent. When he squinted open his eyes, he stared into the splendid figure of a knight above him—in the ageless falcon-crested helm and white-silver armor of a man that had died in what felt like a millennium ago.
I do, Griffith rasped.
Fool, said the White Hawk. Gods do not fall in love with mortal men.
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27 Jan 2026
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Zanka, badly injured and on the verge of death, is rescued by an unlikely savior, though it remains to be seen if it will end up being a blessing or a curse for him.
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23 Jan 2026
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Out of the Well, into the Looking-Glass by 22Toma_Haito22
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
29 Jan 2026
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For you, for me - he clutches the worn wood of the staff tightly to his chest, like a child seeking comfort in its favorite stuffed animal - I will not allow you to be ripped away from me.
When it's with him, his soul feels whole.
The massive hole is gone, the voices of doubt in his head quieted by the sensation of old wood against his palms.
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22 Jan 2026
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Zanka's hands are still lingering when he asks, the way he does everything, steady and blunt and pretending he doesn't care about the answer while his hand's waver.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jabber doesn't blink. “Nah.”
That same factual bluntness. Like commenting on the weather.
Zanka nods, accepting it like he accepts the buckets of blood they've shared by accident. He tries again:
“Can I kiss your neck?”
Huh?
Jabber's eyebrows raise a fraction. Like that was an unexpected wrench in their bi-weekly weirdness operation.
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One creature learning the texture of another.Series
- Part 6 of Janka Fics
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19 Jan 2026
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“Damn…” His voice was rough, barely more than a whisper. “You carryin’ me?”
Zanka didn’t look back. “I am. Now shut up.”
“What? You care about me?”
Zanka said nothing.
“That’s hot,” Jabber murmurs after a moment, voice slurred with exhaustion. “I like it when you man-handle me.”
“Would you just shut up?!”
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Jabber tried a new poison that didn’t go well, Zanka begrudgingly takes him to the Cleaners.
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18 Jan 2026