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  1. Public Bookmark 20

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    Next to the pathway on top of the valley, two comrades fell back into boyish habits of free wrestling. Rolling in wet grass, every dirty trick counted when it came to winning. But none of them ever won.

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    18 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 33

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    Guts has an idea. Griffith wants to play.

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    17 Mar 2026

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    “We just gon’ keep playin’ eye tag, Zan-Zan?”

    “Don’t know what yer talkin’ about.” His cup has been brought down to his side, forgotten in his hand.

    Jabber smiles, showing off pointy canines that are decorated with silver lining.

    “C’mon, y’know you missed me,” he drops himself onto the wall next to Zanka, their shoulders brushing, “where’ve you been, Z?”

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    Zanka hasn’t seen Jabber since he left for college months ago, not saying a word. Yet, he’s seeing him now, and they both can’t resist rekindling what was once there.

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    20 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 67

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    Thigh brushed against thigh, shoulders touching; every small shift and graze was growing impossible to ignore. Zanka subconsciously let his eyes trail down, hands tightening in front of him and pressing against Jabber’s chest as he wondered how it might feel if he were to place them instead against Jabber’s body. The warmth beneath his palms, the slope of the other's waist, and the thickness of his thighs. Fuck.
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    Or: The Janka fic where they're both stuck in a tight space, get a little horny, and things get a little 'handsy'.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    "Zanka doesn't know when it began. There was a lingering feeling in the air, a faint smell of iron, like he was actively being haunted by something, someone. An unsettling feeling drooped in his stomach, hollowing him from the inside out. It had become familiar in a sort of twisted way.

    He questioned it, of course; at first, at least. But he never detected anyone following him, and nobody else understood his concerns, so he simply blamed his heightened senses from a lifetime of training. Everything on the ground could smell of iron, since there was so much trash.

    And he couldn't quite tell what it would be, if not the pollution mixed with the environment. The smell was a little dizzying at times, when it got stronger, leaving him somewhat dazed for a couple of seconds. But it happened rarely, and it was easy to ignore. Maybe the sleepless nights were catching up to him?"

    aka Zanka gets his life saved by his stalking-inclined masochistic rival, and confronting him goes awfully off the rails.

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    07 Jan 2026