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My Gayserk Crackfic Oneshots - Vol. 1

It is the medieval fantasy age. The kingdom of Midland is facing hardship during the 100 years war. Meanwhile, a rising group of warriors, the band of the hawk, is resting at a camp.

Griffith and Guts, two noticeable members of the band of the hawk, are sharpening their swords next to each other. Griffith looks at Guts, then at Guts' sword, then at Guts again shyly.

- I've never stopped to notice just how big your sword is. It looks already impressive from far away, but, being now this close, it feels... almost shocking...

- Uh, thanks, I guess - Guts answers, a bit confused.

- I'm being serious, Guts, your abilities as a swordsman are amazing. You see, my sword isn't very big, and even though I'm great at wielding it, I know you might eventually be able to maneuver swords better than I do and it won't take long. Also, I don't think most people could even handle such a big sword...

- But hey, Griffith, it's not the size of the sword that matters. It's the man behind it and its abilities with it.

Griffith begins to blush.

- I... I guess you're right, then. Well, so I guess I should start training more sword then, huh? I don't want you to be better than me.

Griffith starts standing up only to feel a strong, brute, sweaty hand grabbing his arm.

- Griffith, wait. I have an idea.

- Oh?

- What if we train sword by handling each other's sword? So I can learn your technique and you can develop some muscle.

Griffith feels his cheeks comoletely pink, the redness now flowing to his ears aswell.

- But, Guts, your sword is too big! I don't know if I can handle it! - Guts smirks at the remark.

- Plenty of time, my desr Griffith, we have plenty of time.

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My Gayserk Crackfic Oneshots - Vol. 4 (A Tale About Smut)

It is spring on midland. Its been a while since Griffith had the chance to be as close to Guts as in Christmas, when he gifted Griff the comically large peppermint stick.

Griffith put his hand on his throat gently, remembering the pain of fitting all the giant peppermint stick in him. He figured it would be easier to just insert it into his cheek, that way he wouldn't risk gagging in front of Guts, which would be very embarassing.

Griffith's mind kept spiraling. The peppermint stick became a sword, then an arrow, then it went so many places. He longed for Guts' hands around his waist, to touch the absolute tower that was his torso. He remembered those sweet days when they were younger, throwing water onto each other while Griffith laid there, naked, exposed.

Griffith kept getting more and more aroused until he decided he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to get it out somehow. "That goddamn servant", he thought to himself. He wanted Guts so bad, but how would he even explain that to him? To the world? To Casca?

And then, all of a sudden, he had an idea.

He ran back to his tent, grabbed a feather pen and paper, and started writing his wildest fantasies. At first, it was just innocent stuff, as he tried to hold himself back, but as time went on things got steamier and steamier. He then put the paper aside, under his bed, thinking to himself: "what the fuck, I'm never doing this again"; yet, he did. Every night, when everyone thought he was asleep, he'd write some more.

Until one day of course, when Guts had to get something in Griffith's tent. He had been spying on Griffith for some time - not intentionally, but he was curious to see what the man he admired was doing in his free time. He saw Griffith writing something and, knowing him pretty well after three years, figured exactly where the papers would be located.

Griffith was coming home from a hard day when he saw it - his god-forsaken papers in Guts' hands. Before he could say anything, Guts pulled out his comically large sword and

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My Gayserk Crackfic Oneshots Vol. 3 - Steel Ball Run

It is a rainy night on midland. Griffith approaches Guts in his tent. He seems to be reading something.

- Goodnight, Guts. What is it that you're reading?

- Hey, Griff, it's a story book. Judeau told me it's about cowboys but I'm struggling to get past this part. - He was at the first pages. "Right," Griffith remarked, "he's still learning how to read."

- Hey, do you want help with it?

- Casca says I need to learn how to read better so I can help you better...

- It's okay, we can go slow so you'll be able to let every word sink in.

- Okay, deal.

Griffith sat next to Guts in his hay bed and started reading with/for him. It was a book about cowboys in a far away land in a crazy heroic race, and one of the protagonists used a pair of steel balls as weapons.

- Look, he killed a man using only a pair of steel balls... - Griffith, who had initially started reading to help Guts and enjoy his company, had started to actually care about the story.

- Yeah, I don't know if I could do such a thing...

- Oh, of course you could. Considering the size of those muscled arms of yours, you could easily throw the balls and kill. - He lightheartedly squeezed Guts' biceps only to be shocked at how firm they were. "He really never lets his guard down", he thought to himself.

- Not really, because I can't make it spin. That's what makes this man so interesting, he has both strenght and technique. And I only have strenght.

- Well, and I only have technique.

- If we were to combine our strong points, we'd make up to him. And then we could defeat him.

- Exactly. He wouldn't stand a chance against us. - both men giggled.

They both stayed in silence for a while until Guts spoke.

- You know, I may not know how to maneuver those steel balls but I sure can handle another pair of balls here... - then he pulled out his comically large sword and