#that and getting accused of every crime except for the one you did
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unbearably classic lannister moment where like the most righteous heroic society improving thing you do (jaime killing aerys, cersei killing robert, tyrion killing tywin) is also the thing that you are reviled for forever. who is doing it like them
#that and getting accused of every crime except for the one you did#hey that’s regicide husband-murder and parricide. y’all think this series has anything 2 say about gender and violence or nah#asoiaf
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Chapter 26 - Texas Hold 'Em
The long awaited chapter is here! Thank you all so much for being patient with me!
Next on the schedule is Mexico and then I'm planning to do "Across Every Universe" pt. 2 because I have so many AU ideas that need to be written. The Brazil race is canceled due to a hurricane in my version of the 2024 - for plot purposes.
So get your cowboy hats on and yee-haw here we go!!
Everyone wasn’t surprised when you showed up in a particular outfit in Austin. The fans had been waiting for another themed outfit since you debuted in Vegas last year. So, they weren’t really in awe of what you were wearing.
What they were surprised to see was the whole grid in matching outfits.
Thee. Entire. Grid.
And yes, you had somehow wrangled everyone into matching beaver onesies from Bucees. How you convinced Max, Lewis, Kevin, Nico, Zhou, Valtteri, Pierre, and somehow Esteban as well? No one will ever know (there might have been bribes and threats, but they didn’t need to know that).
Along with the group was a familiar Monegasque, also in the same onesie. You laughed as you saw everyone stair at the massive group.
“This is amazing,” you giggled behind your hands.
To be honest, only a few were actually happy to be in the pajamas. (Lando, Daniel, Oscar, Logan, Alex, and Arthur.) The rest could have said no. But who wants to say no to you.
Photographers flashed their cameras every few seconds. Apparently, fall had actually come that October in Austin, so it wasn’t as hot as everyone thought. For a second, they were thankful to be wearing the long sleeves of the outfits.
Except when everyone made it back to their respected garages, they all tore them off. However, a couple of them kept them on. And that group was up for a larger media conference.
On the couch, the order was right to left: Lando, Oscar, Logan, you, Max, Daniel, and then Charles. All of you had yet to take the fuzzy clothes off.
The interviewer was a little shocked to see the reigning world champion in kids clothing. Yet, they took one look at your smiling face as you animatedly talked to Max, they knew exactly who he was doing this for.
The conference started, and the drivers put on their media faces, but it was hard to take them seriously when they were all dressed in the brown and bright red.
“So starting off, what’s the story behind the outfit choices today?”
All six drivers immediately looked to you, who sheepishly grinned.
“Yes, Y/n, why don’t you tell the story,” Max said in a teasing tone. You hit his shoulder before raising the mic.
“Well, it all started when most of the grid had said they hadn’t been to Bucees. And that is like the worst crime known to man. I mean, Daniel and Logan have been, but the others hadn’t.”
Charles raises his mic next. “So she gets the brilliant plan to text everyone at midnight about going to Bucees.”
You pulled an accused look. “Hey, everyone didn’t have to respond, but they did.”
Oscar pulled a face. “I was pretty much dragged.”
A gasp came from his right and left. Logan shook his head while Lando had his hand on his heart.
“Osc, I am devastated. You went by your own will. It was also for her birthday, you know this.”
The journalist piped up. “Happy birthday Y/n.”
You smiled sweetly at the man, “Thank you so much.”
Your head whipped to Lando, “Can I get back to the story?”
The males quieted.
“As I was saying, I texted everyone cause I was bored. Bucees is open all night so I knew it would be open. And we had the multi-passenger vans, so we could take everyone. I really thought that no one would show up.”
“Darl, you have little faith in me.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I knew you were coming, you texted me on the side. But when the meeting time came and everyone was down in the lobby, I wasn’t expecting it.”
The interviewer smirked. “Who drove? We saw that you had a little trouble after Singapore.”
You, Logan, Osar, and Lando all winced.
Logan brought his mic up. “Yeah. That one was one me. I didn’t know that roofless cars weren’t allowed in Singapore.”
Your finger shot up. “At least we weren’t really arrested. The officer was super nice.”
Lando smirked. “Yep. We got a warning and he let us off.”
Your hands clapped. “Anyway, Max drove one van and I think Lewis drove the other one?”
Max jerked his head to look at you, a smile on his face. “Yeah, don’t want you or George taking off again.”
The microphone picked up the sound of your hand hitting his shoulders.
“What did everyone think of Bucees?” a man from deeper in the crowd asked.
Charles brought his mic back up. “Best place on Earth.”
You watched as everyone climbed out of the vans and stopped to stare at the yellow and red sign. The big beaver was almost smiling down at you. You, Logan, and Daniel watched as the grid stared at the automatic doors and gingerly step inside.
“Welcome to Bucees!” an overly energized worker shouted. You looked around and were thankful that not many people were there.
You waved to get everyone’s attention.
“Ok boys, er, men, welcome to the best gas station on earth. You can find everything your little hearts’ desire so have at it.”
The group immediately shot out into different directions. You saw Lando and Oscar immediately head to the rows and rows of drinks they offered. You knew that the Brit would definitely get a slushy when he noticed.
A lot of the older drivers went to the home decoration sections. Lewis and Valtteri were definitely looking at all the cooking supplies.
Daniel looked down at you. “So ‘darl, where you wanting to go?”
You had noticed that Logan had broken away to probably visit the vast fishing supply section. There was a high possibility that he had dragged Alex as well.
Max, Charles, and Arthur were standing next to the coffee. You shuddered as you remembered as all of them drank it straight black. The opposite of what the creamers and flavors were supposed to do.
“You wanna get a drink and then walk around?”
You nodded eagerly before grabbing one of the giant cups. A few drivers watched as you and Daniel filled the styrofoam with Dr. Pepper, before going to the coffee station to add cream.
“What the hell did you just do?”
Your eyes widened as you looked at Pierre, Max, and Charles (who all had disgusted looks on their faces).
You held the big cup up as you swirled the liquid. “Dirty soda. It’s really good.”
Arthur already had his cup, the same way that you did, except his had Root Beer. You had taught him the ways during early 2023 when you two were teammates. The younger Monegasque rolled his eyes.
“Don’t look disgusted until you try it.”
Charles still looked at him strangely. “That will completely mess up our diets.”
Daniel’s hand clapped Charles’ shoulder.
“That’s the point Charles. Now get a cup and start concocting.”
You, Danny, and Arthur left them to their devices and confusion and headed for the beef jerky wall. Zhou was staring at all of the flavors with eyebrows pinched. You knew the look of a beef jerky lover with no clue which one to get. You quickly picked on up and handed it to him.
“The Korean one is my favorite. But the ghost pepper and garlic are a close second.”
The Romeo driver showed you a quick smile before he walked away. You grabbed the flavors that Daniel and Arthur had asked for, as well as two bags for you. Your head swerved as you tried to find the two men.
Your eyes widened as you heard Danny’s laugh, loud and clear above everything. Your feet quickly took you to the toy and clothing section. By the time you reached them, Daniel already had a onesie on.
“Great idea Danny,” you said as you gave everything over to your boyfriend, who had smartly grabbed a basket.
You were quick to put the pajamas on and pose with the Australian. The two of you fell into laughs as you tried to find Arthur’s size. By now, most of the grid came over to see what was going on. Lando’s eyes flashed with mischief as he tried to find ones in his and Oscar’s sizes.
You grabbed a few off of the hangers and handed them to the drivers you thought would want one. You watched as George and Alex put them on and laughed as you saw that the pant legs were too small and came up before their ankles.
Before you knew it, the entire grid was in once section. You and Arthur gave each other looks before dashing to Max and Charles, who immediately shook their heads.
Max gave you a stern look.
“No, I am not putting one on. End of st-”
Moments later, Max was brooding in a brown and red onesie. The twenty of you goofed around for almost three hours before Lewis suggested that it was time to leave. (He only said something when he noticed that you were dead asleep on Max’s back. And everyone knew that Max had the widest back so ergo, more comfortable for nappage.)
“So that’s it. And I thought it would be a good idea to come dressed in these.”
Charles began talking. “So again she sends a text at 5:30 am asking for everyone to wear the onesie.”
You gave him a playful glare. “Once again, you did not have to wear it.”
The Monegasque winked back at you (or tried to anyway).
“But I look good in it non?”
A scoff arose from Max.
“You look good in anything mate.”
You gasped as you looked at the cameras.
“Everyone heard it right? Lestappen is real!”
The rest of the group started to laugh loudly as Max and Charles blushed. You wiggled your eyebrows at the Dutchman, making him swat at you.
You grumbled as you were led away from the conference.
On Thursday, Arthur was glued to your side as you watched one of the F2 drivers use your car for free practice 1. You watched as he had his eyes sharp on the car, a sigh leaving his lips every so often.
You bumped his side.
“We can go to my room if you want to?”
Arthur didn’t even respond as he made a beeline for it. You quickly took your headphones off before following him. It didn’t take long for you to catch up and slide into the room as he closed the door.
The moment you turned around, Arthur had you pinned to the door, lips locked tightly. A small gasp left your lips as he pressed into your face. Your hands gripped the polo material and bunched it at his sides. You made quick work to stick your hands against his skin. He let out a small hiss at your cold fingers.
“Your hands are never warm are they?” he mumbled against your lips.
“Poor circulation,” you were able to mutter back before kissing him again.
His left hand had made its way into your hair, lightly gripping the roots. He gently guided your head to the side and decided to attack your neck.
You shook your head. “Marks. Please no marks.”
Arthur respected your request as he placed a gentle kiss before going back to your lips. His right hand had made its way under your shirt. It was slightly going up before a knock at the door made him jerk it away.
You sucked in a deep breath.
“Yes?”
“Kid, we’re needed in the garage,” Max’s voice sounded through the door. “Oh, and Charles is looking for Arthur, have you seen him?”
You wanted to snort at the irony. You patted you hair a bit before responding.
“I’ll let him know. Be out in a second.”
You and Arthur held your breath as you heard his footsteps start to grow quiet as he walked away.
Arthur smirked down at your flushed appearance, happy that he could make you as flustered as possible.
“I will see you later then?” you asked, placing one last kiss on his lips. “After Sunday the guys are wanting to try to go line dancing if possible to celebrate for my birthday.”
Arthur nodded excitedly as he stepped back, trying to straighten his shirt.
“You go first, and I’ll follow a bit after.”
The plan was a go as you snuck out of your room, looking around as you made your way to the open garage.
Once Arthur thought he was in the clear, he poked his head out. Not seeing anyone directly, he also snuck around the door. His head was turned around, not seeing the body in front of him. He collided into a firm chest before whipping his head forward.
He came face to face with Max. Arthur gulped as his hazel eyes met icy blue ones. Max just looked down at the scared 23-year-old. The Dutchman smirked before planning a hand on Arthur’s shoulders.
“Use protection please,” was all Max said before turning around and walking in the direction that you were headed.
Arthur glowed red at the statement before heading out. His face definitely matched the shade of his red Ferrari polo.
Back in the garage, your mouth was wide open as you looked at the leaderboard.
“How did a Williams get there?”
The blue “W” shone brightly in the P1 spot. “SAR” was right next to it.
Christian shook his head as he looked at his notebook.
“They got an upgrade from Mercedes and decided to use it for this race.”
Max also was boggled at the sight. You looked back at Christian, wanting to gulp with concern.
“How are we looking?”
The Brit sucked in a harsh breath. “Not the best. But we’ll get there.”
“Hey kid!”
Your head whipped around at the sound of Mitch yelling your name. As you were gawking over the Williams positions, you were completely oblivious to the entirety of the garage getting closer and closer. In her hands was a small-ish white cake. A small Lightning McQueen figure was on top. You let out a small gasp as Max quickly lit the candles that were shaped in a 2 and a 1.
Everyone soon began to sing a rendition of Happy Birthday. Toward the end of the verse, your eyes started to water. When the song ended, you lightly blew out the candles, earning several rounds of applause at something so miniscule to you.
Yet, this act of kindness really showed how much your team loved you. Christian tried to shove your face into the cake but he really underestimated how strong your neck really was. If anything, your head didn’t move much. You just gave him a stink eye as you glared at him.
Mitch gently set the cake in your hands as you just stared at it. The little candles illuminated the tears that were falling down.
You looked up at everyone. Some were holding their phones, taking photos. Many where mechanics that you really had no relation to.
You were able to croak out, “Thank you.”
The cake was split up and soon many were munching down on small slices. You were tucked between Max and Mitch as you ate your slice.
The Dutchman nudged you just a bit. “You seem quiet.”
You swallowed as you looked down at the cake. “I’ve never really had this. I’ve only ever celebrated my birthday a couple of times before. A few with Enzo and then with Arthur last year. My teams have never done this before.”
Max gave you a sad smile, silently noting to continue the tradition of getting a cake.
On Sunday, “Not the best” became an understatement.
You and Max had definitely done terribly in qualifying. You two made it out of Q2 by the skin of your teeth, all while Logan and Alex were happily in the top four. Q3 resulted in you and Max getting a respectable P4 and P7. The latter position making it difficult for the Dutchman to be happy with the weekend.
During the parade on Sunday, you were standing next to the two Williams drivers. You leaned over.
“So how did you switch out your cars for ours?”
Logan laughed loudly, currently on cloud-9 as he was on his maiden pole position. Alex was a little jealous but was happy for the blond, since the 2023 season was not very kind.
Alex decided to join in.
“While you two were sleeping, we snuck out here and just swapped. Logan is pretty good with spray paint.”
That had you laughing with your next stretched out and your head leaned back. Suddenly a hand was on your neck as you looked at the arm it was attached too. Oscar was looking at you with big round eyes while it was Lando who’s arm was at the junction of your shoulder and neck.
You gave the two papaya boys a weird look before Oscar leaned over.
“You have a little something on your neck.”
Your hand quickly clapped onto your neck over Lando’s hand. You flushed bright red.
“I told him no marks.”
Max, who had seen the entire thing, came over and handed you his pullover. You muttered a quick thank you before pulling the oversized thing on. You just hoped that no one else saw.
When you changed into your race suit, you stared at the red marks dotting your neck.
“Arthur Leclerc, I’m going to kill you,” you mentioned to no one in particular. For the Austin Grand Prix you had a Captain America styled helmet. The red, white, and blue shone around the garage as you got into your car.
You took a deep breath as you looked at the cars in front of you. Logan, Alex, and Oscar were all ahead. Lando, Charles, and Max were behind you. You felt a bit alienated from your teammate, who you normally were able to catch a bit of tunnel from on the way out to bold.
It kind of reminded you of Monza.
When it was lights out, you were quick on the throttle. You got the immediate jump on Oscar, putting you in P3 before the first turn.
However, Alex was really using his degree and the masters in defense. You were frustrated at the Williams driver, yet you were really impressed with how he held you off.
But, a slow pit stop for them and a fast one for you saw your Red Bull overtaking his easily. Yet, it seemed like the Brit had taken on a student.
One that goes by the name of Logan Hunter Sargeant.
You were so focused on your own race that before you knew it, you were over the line with the checkered flag waving freely.
You pressed your radio button as you taxied.
“Great race everyone. Congrats to Logan on his first win. Ah, I thought I had him in some places.”
Mitch on the radio knew you sounded a bit dejected. Since the Azerbaijan race had been canced before the Singapore grand prix, she knew you wanted another race win soon. She knew you were expecting to take the win from Monza and ride on that high for as long as possible. But with a hard podium in Singapore and a car that didn’t work well in Austin, she could see you getting annoyed.
“What was Max’s position?”
“P4. The team had a bit of trouble with his tyres. So that’s Sargeant P1, you P2, and Piastri P3.”
Your eyebrows raised.
“Good job for Oscar.”
You undid you steering wheel as you watched the American celebrate his win. The crowds seemed to roar for him as they did for you in Monza. You watched as he ran to his team, who welcomed him home with open arms.
Funny, he got his first points in Austin last year, and his first win this year.
Strange how the world worked.
On the podium, you watched as the crowds placed their hands over their hearts during the Star Spangled Banner. As expected, Logan was shedding a few tears. Oscar looked so happy for the blond. COTA finally brought back the cowboy hats with the numbers on them instead of the flat caps.
Your mind went back to the Lacy edits on Tik Tok.
Finally, Logan was no longer being compared to Oscar.
He could finally be himself.
You and the Aussie were quick to douse the American in sticky champagne. Logan just laughed as he got sprayed, giving in knowing that he wasn’t going to win against the two of you.
“Are we still going line dancing later tonight?” you asked him as the three of you stood for a picture.
“Aw hell yeah! Bring it on Texas! Yee-haw!”
You took the special cowboy hat off your head and tipped it to the crowd. The two boys doing the same.
Yee-haw indeed.
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williamsracing the man, the myth, the formula 1 race winner! I guess our pronouns are USA
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logan4president RAAWWWW WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER
williamsduo Logan Sargeant win before GTA6
y/n.89 your Americanness is showing
logansargeant yes, and?
y/n.89 do not quote ariana grande at me sir
y/n.nation the helmets today were peak >>>
logan2sarg I know right - the eagle on Logan's
dannyric Daniel's hook'em horns one was immaculate
iamred_iamyellow so glad they brought back the cowboy hats for the podiums
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y/n.89 it's a real life boogey and a real life hoedown
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y/n.nation HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!
leclercbros dang, she finally taught Arthur and Charles how to wear cowboy boots
leclerc4ever she just taught them how to dress period
formula_fan does anyone know what went down tonight lol
box_box_express so they went to a local bar, y/n and Daniel taught everyone how to line dance, surprisingly Logan and Oscar are very good at it
formula_gossip I was also there, Carlos and max got on the mechanical bull, most of the grid was there, and Fernando was playing darts in the corner with Lando
maxverstappen1 happy birthday kid
y/n.89 thanks maxie! even if you didn't let me get the drink I wanted
maxverstappen1 I don't think a fireball is an appropriate drink for your first one
y/n.89 right...my first drink...totally
beyonce now that is how you celebrate
f1 YEE HAW
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The Enemy’s Embrace
a/n: This doesn’t really has any big background. I saw a book quote on TikTok and thought that the scene would fit so well in a yandere scenario. So I wrote it! Hope you guys enjoy it :3
Warnings: Yandere, Mention of Stalking, Mention of unconsenting actions, Mention of Killing, Soft Yandere
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A shuddering sigh escaped your shivering lips as your gaze fell from the lattice above your head to the cell bars keeping you locked inside the cell.
There were so many things wrong with you being thrown in the dungeon. You didn't commit the crimes you were accused of and never fought the guards to deserve the resentment they've harbored. They had been downright glad to deliver you into the outdoor cell despite the early-winter cold setting in already, telling you you 'deserved' it.
Why did this happen?
Even after days, you lamented the questions of why and how, but the realization—a realization that made you angry beyond measure, furious and wild—had long set in. No matter how much you tried to ignore it for the sake of your own sanity, it wouldn't let you forget the reason you were here.
Not least because the reason kept talking to you with an awfully smug grin on his face as he waited for you to break.
"I don't mind sharing, you know?"
"I know," you mumbled, turning your back towards your cellmate and hitting your head against the cold stone to remain composed. You knew. You knew so well. The man wouldn't stop talking, belittling you with every word he uttered. And you knew he didn't mind sharing at the cost of you giving in to him.
It was driving you mad.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you watched your arch nemesis, the man you hated most in the entire world, flap his beautiful fur coat into the air, exposing the free space he had underneath to spare for you. That was if you could lose your dignity and sit between his legs, allowing this awful man to envelop you in a warm embrace.
He was grinning, as always, when he caught your eyes. Smugly. Challenging. Aware. Aware that you were slowly freezing to death in just your clothes while he had cozily bundled up in luxury unbefitting of a prisoner. He had been here longer than you, thrown into this dungeon for his crimes before they even came to get you. Someone took pity on the man who presented himself oh-so-dramatic and charming when he wasn't an insane villain. He just had to wail to and flirt with some of the noble ladies passing by the lattice until one of them decided to drop the poor man such a fine fur coat to survive the cold.
It wasn't like he could come near you or hurt you again from his position, bound by chains around his wrists that weren't short enough to immobilize him but not long enough to walk away from his spot. But even after all this time, he still enjoyed the torment of your suffering; every breath you blew against your icy fingers sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.
Sadly, no one thought of gagging him as would be appropriate for a notorious liar. Though the court believed you initially when you told them about his misbehavior—the following, the touches, the murders all in your name—somehow, he convinced them that you weren't an innocent part in all of this. There was nothing you could have done to convince them of your innocence after he charmed his way into the hearts of the jury with fake reasoning and pleading for justice. He opened his mouth, and everyone played his game—except you.
For these reasons, you hated him. And for your rejection, he loved you.
He could have had anyone, even a noble knight or the princess of the kingdom. But he wanted you, specifically, and preferably on your knees, begging for him. His taunting invitation to a warm huddling under the fur was just another way to torment you. He simply wanted to have you just because he decided you belonged to him, and crush your mind to fill it with the same insanity as his.
You had fought him for years. You barely escaped him on so many occasions. But while it had felt like victory to see him being dragged off by guards to his new home, the outdoor cell you hope he'd never escape from, in the end, it had all been in vain. And as you stood in the cell, facing the grey stone wall, this realization was the hardest to accept in all your life.
Because you were really fucking cold.
Even if you had thought about the possibility of yourself dying while getting rid of this lunatic, the thought still pained you. Things had gone wrong many times, but you always made it. You wanted to live. You fought so hard for your freedom and to survive. How could you possibly just throw it out now and allow him to lure you into his grasp?
"What must I do to make you come here and stop being so wary of me? When have I ever done something for you to hate me so?"
Even when he let out a defeated sigh before he spoke, his voice was nothing but mockery. He once again played the role of a savior. A gentleman, a soft-hearted soul in a cruel world. He was right that the world was a cruel place, especially for a genuine and kind person like you. But if you needed saving, you didn't want it to be from an actor who played the role of the selfless hero while grinning at the blood on his own hands.
"I'm good," you replied coldly, much like you were feeling. Hugging your body, you sunk to the ground, rocking yourself back and forth while trying to ignore the annoying villain on the other side of the cell. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine the summer sun shining down, warming your skin instead of the cold winter breeze ramming into you. Things would have been much easier if he had stopped talking.
"Not to unnerve you, but despite always being stunningly beautiful, the color of your lips is slowly making me nervous, too. We both know you are freezing."
He just wouldn't shut up.
"I. Don't. Want. You. Near. Me," you repeated the same phrase you've been telling him from day one. A phrase he usually liked to ignore and keep sputtering. However, not this time, and suspicion forced you to open one eye to see what he was doing as he didn't reply.
He was simply staring at you. Blankly, unnervingly. You had to look away because his unblinking eyes were unsettling to look into, wide like those of cats staring at an object of desire but void of the empathy of a human.
"Frankly, I don't care what you want," he muttered quietly, barely audible over the howling of the wind. "But if I beg you to come here and let me warm you, will that help? Would you stop torturing me with that pitiful sight of you if I pleaded and said 'please' and 'pretty please'? If I could, I would already be by your side regardless of if you'd let me, but don't you have pity on me, too? Pity on the man who has to watch the love of his life slowly freeze to death while he can't do anything to save you?"
You were so tired of his tirades. The endless amount of garbage he spoke as easily and freely as a bard sang of overdramatized adventures of heros without flinching about their lies. "Please," he breathed. "Please let me warm you."
Another shiver ran through you—from the cold or the desperation in his voice, you weren't sure—but you didn't move from your seat. Didn't give him the gratification of acknowledging him even if your body began to burn from the cold. You heard the rustling of chains, and when you finally looked up, you could see him twist and turn his wrists in the cuffs, trying to loosen them somehow. Only when he noticed your gaze on him did he change from fighting the restraint to giving in.
Letting his hands sink to the ground as far as the chains allowed, he kneeled on all fours before reaching up one hand, ignoring how the cuff cut off the blood flow to his hand. He could never reach you, but he was still trying. No matter what, he never ceased to pursue you, even in the most impossible situations. It made you shiver even more to know the person that selfishly claimed you as his, had the determination of a starving lion to get what he wanted even when he was chained and immobilized.
"I'm begging you," your enemy emphasized. "I'm begging you to let me help you. Let me hold you, so we can survive this together—or die trying. Together. Don't die so far away from me where I can't reach you. Can't even follow you... I can't even hold your hand. Please don't leave me like this. Please just... forgive me. Have mercy on my unworthy, oppressed heart."
Your eyelids were growing weary from the cold, and your mind even more so from his words. But as your movements slowly stilled, conflicting, old thoughts came to mind. Thoughts that you had chugged into the deepest drawer of your mind after he had been imprisoned. Thoughts you hoped never to have to resurface.
I'll survive this.
I can escape him no matter what happens.
This is not the end.
Slowly, weakly, your arm stretched out. The realization turned your enemy's expression into a surprised one, then he lept forward, ignoring any restraint and the impact on his body as he reached for your hand. His fingers barely grazed yours, but as you collapsed forward, he managed to snatch your wrist, keeping your face from hitting the dirty ground you two were seated on.
And before you knew it, you were enveloped in warmth.
He shifted all around you for a while until your feet were tugged in and under his legs, body covered by the fur and his—probably hurting—arms, one hand holding the coat closed around you so no draft could touch you, while the other one pressed your head into his chest, his chin resting on top of your hair. Completely absorbing you into the little warm orb that was the world he lived in.
"Finally," he sighed, turning his face downwards to nuzzle it into your hair, ignoring the grime that must have built for days. As if nothing about you could scare him off. He didn't seem bothered by anything as long as it concerned you, but you ignored anything he did for once, letting out a long sigh as the warmth slowly thawed you.
"You're not getting out of this one," he mumbled, planting a reverent kiss on your head, filled with the fulfillment of his longing for you, drawing it out as long as possible. Hand reaching up, he cupped your face and warmed your cold cheek with his palm while his thumb caressed you as if you were the most precious object he ever held in his grasp. "I finally have you," he muttered, and you couldn't help a weak huff as the words ever so softly reached you.
"You can't escape me now. You're all mine. Finally. I waited so long for the day you'd finally give in to me. I'll get us out of here, and you'll never have to want for anything, I promise. I'd do anything for you. You know that."
You simply let him keep brabbling while he kept you warm. Fearing that if you refused him now, he too would reject you. That this really would be the end despite all the hardships you had overcome up to this point. You felt nothing of the worship he felt for you, for him, but if this was the only way to stay alive, you'd bite your tongue and let him confess a million more of his crimes to your ears only. You'd overcome this all the same.
You'd survive this, too.
But for now, you'd be warm, cradled in your enemy's embrace.
#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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Percy
I want to address the allegations and scandal that has engulfed Percy Hynes White. As a survivor of SA, I take all allegations seriously and give all accusers the benefit of the doubt. When I was first made aware of these allegations my heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt the first stirrings of panic rise. My own experiences make me specially sensitive when these things occur. You could say I’m triggered. I logged off for my own mental and emotional well being. Once I calmed down, I logged back on and went to read the allegations. I didn’t want to believe that Percy was capable of such a thing, but as someone who believes victims first, I was open to the possibility that this kid I thought was charming, funny and sweet was an illusion and the reality was that a monster lurked beneath the surface. However, as I began to read through the tweets and “evidence” against this man, something didn’t add up.
That’s when the anger kicked in. Do you know how insulting it is, as a survivor of rape, when girls make false allegations? Do you know the damage that it does to legitimate victims? The likely hood that they will receive justice falls even lower than it already was. It is a further violation committed against us. And there is no justification.
So over the last few days we have learned that Percy himself committed no crimes - he did not SA anyone. We’ve learned that at worst, while a teen, he was cavalier with a girl’s feelings. Not kind, but if we are to believe this is true, he also apologised when older and wiser. We have learned that when he learnt that a friend of his was capable of such horror, he ended the friendship and he was kind and compassionate to the victim.
When all that came to light, his accusers tried another avenue to smear him - they called him a racist. Their evidence? A video of a very young Percy quoting a tv show. The line happened to contain a slur. Stupid, but I think forgivable considering his age at the time. But that’s not all, according to the girls, they also offered instagram likes as proof. Problem is, the post they referenced, was not what they claimed. And don’t even get me started on his supposed twitter likes. He doesn’t even have a twitter account.
Then they tried another route - kink shaming. Again, they posted unverifiable “proof” that he liked some kinky stuff. Ok, that’s not a crime first of all. And second, fantasies and exploration of your sexuality is normal. There is nothing wrong with that except the fact that these girls violated Percy’s privacy by telling everyone.
Were they done? No. Not even. They released naked and risqué pictures of Percy that they claim he sent to them as proof of bad acts. We have a few problems with that. 1) they offer no proof that he sent them to them, just the pictures themselves, which begs the question “how did they really get them?”. 2) revenge porn is a crime, but sending the pics to them in and of itself is not. Especially if they had a sexual relationship with him at the time. 3) this is the really disgusting part. Percy appears to have been 13 years old when some of those pictures were taken. That classifies as child p*rnography and most certainly is a crime. A vile, horrific crime.
Throughout all of this, all anyone has proven is that one girl was possibly assaulted by someone that Percy knew. He reacted with shock but kindness when he found out. As to be expected. But most of all, we learned that Percy is the victim here. And we learned that there are many among us that are more vile than I ever feared.
He’s a victim of vindictive little girls who held on to images they never should have had to justify false allegations in an attempt to ruin his life because he didn’t reciprocate their affections.
This is fucking sick. It makes me sick, it pisses me off and makes my heart break for every true victim of SA, for Percy, and for his real friends and loved ones.
I hope that the people responsible face the consequences of their actions. And I finish with one final point. There is no justification in this world for spreading child p*rnography. None. There is no justification for falsely accusing an innocent person of vile crimes. None. Those involved should be ashamed of themselves.
I hope and pray that Percy is being taken care of, that he’s ok and that he is able to return to some semblance of normalcy when it all dies down and the air clears. The reality is he’ll be irrevocably changed by this. I just hope it doesn’t change him too much. I hope he emerges from this still kind, goofy and adorably weird. Take care, Percy and know that we are on your side.
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Aren't you the one with the weird ass misogyny kink
This is such a perfect example of how fucking stupid callout culture is, actually.
For context, nearly two years ago now, a few blogs known for picking fights & starting harassment campaigns picked a fight & started a harassment campaign against first one transmasc blogger, then a bunch of other transmascs they harassed about reblogging his post who either didn't respond to them, or who responded unfavorably.
I won't get into the nitty-gritty here, but I did elsewhere [1] [2] and so have a few other folks.
I wasn't the original person called out. I was tacked on after the fact because I didn't respond.
What I've been "called out" for since then is, essentially, a bunch of complete bullshit made up by people who are pissed off that I encouraged people to think critically about the callout posts they came across.
Even among those lies, my sex life, kinks, fetishes, whatever- none of it has ever come up. Because I don't engage with that online, I never have, and I never will, for exactly this reason.
Would you be surprised if I told you this wasn't the first time I'd been accused of the "crimes" that original person was accused of?
You probably shouldn't be! This shit happens all the time, and it's only a natural progression of the callout culture it all stems from: one person has some shit they said taken out of context and painted in a bad light by a vindictive and usually transphobic internet loser, everyone who doesn't publicly disavow them immediately and without question is guilty by association, and what reason do they have to defend this person anyway, except so they can get away with the same thing? They must be doing it too!
And this ask especially is phrased in such a blatantly manipulate way. There's no good way to answer this: either I say "yes, but" and people stop thinking or caring there, or I say "no, here's what really happened" and I look weak and dubious for defending myself at all. The accusation has been made, the question has been asked, and now everything I say is with the assumption that this is something I am responsible for proving or disproving.
It's stupid and pointless and it's all fucking made up. It's designed to run on instinctive disgust and outrage, and what better conduit is there for rage and disgust than trans people? Especially trans people who talk about being trans.
And even putting all that aside: who fucking cares?
Who cares if one dude gets off to some shit he, in real life, both suffers from and actively tries to combat? Why are you so concerned with the private sexual fantasies of one random internet stranger? Why is it so important to you that everyone in the world know what this one dude thinks is hot when acted out between two consenting adults?
Come off anon and tell me all your kinks, anon. Tell me every single thing you have ever been turned on by, everything you've masturbated to, and why. I want detailed notes. I want links to porn. If you've made art, written fanfic, roleplayed- I want to see it.
C'mon, if this should be publicly available knowledge, let's start with you. It shouldn't matter as long as none of it's weird or off-putting to anyone else, right? You don't need to hide anything, right? There's nothing there you'd be embarrassed about, nothing you'd rather keep private, right? So what's the hold-up, why haven't you done this already? Why are you on anon to begin with; what are you hiding?
If anyone's the "sex freak" or whatever, anon, it's you. Nobody fucking needs this information about anyone, especially if they aren't sexually involved with each other. It's a massive invasion of privacy, and much more importantly it is textbook sexual harassment.
Anyway. Hi, voc and w-oc. I should be more surprised to see you two in my inbox, but I guess yall are obsessive enough to respond to, literally, a couple of tags on one reblog containing undefined, contextless acronyms of your urls. Hope you talk to a therapist about that someday.
#harassment#callout culture#wont tag the acronyms here because I know that'll put it in tags- but like that post was a reblog anyway#so whats the deal. are they searching my blog for every variation of their urls and names every single day??#just... so fucking nuts. jfc.
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The Madonna/Whore framework for Mew/Boston is absolutely set up from the very first episode, when Top looks Boston in the face and tells him he's so very over people who've done it all (like you) and is interested in a virgin (like Mew) instead. From that perspective, a lot of Boston's continued pursuit of Top can be read as an attempt to prove that Top is not, in fact, over him - i.e., that he still has some kind of value to Top. (That he still has some kind of value. Full stop.) It's not even about Mew, except insomuch as it's an attempt to prove that you don't have to be the virginal Madonna to be desirable. It's about Boston and his attempt to prove that someone could not only still want, but prefer a Whore like him - an attempt that, of course, is doomed to fail, because of how the narrative not only punishes him for existing as a Whore - who apparently deserves to be revenge-porned, threatened with outing and falsely accused of rape - but also allows Mew to stand in triumph over him and get his digs in, despite having perpetrated every single one of those (sometimes literal) crimes against him.
I didn't pull that out of thin air. Top did that. Mew did that. Cheum did that. Ray did that. Sand did that. The writers did that.
If they intended to deconstruct this framework, they needed to do a better job of it - something that could have been as simple as showing Boston in New York, out from under the thumb of his toxic "friend" group, rather than leaving him literally abandoned by everyone on a street corner as our final image of him. Instead, Top slutshames Boston out of the gate, and the narrative never calls him on it.
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About this whole situation
i feel like the least you can do
is to just... not say you're going to keep enjoying the game.
Enjoy the game, no one can hold you accountable for that, but the moment you're posting on social media about the fact you're going to just ignore everything and support or say that project moon did their best you're just harming the artist they unfairly fired. I know it's hard. I know how devastating it is but at least,
the best thing you can do if you cannot bring yourself to stop playing- is to stay silent.
Also just for some context: (it gets kind of long but long story short. PJ Moon did not make this choice to protect the artist, but they did it because it is the easiest thing.)
Korean women that are angry are angry because this has happened before- in 2016, a VA that wore a t-shirt that was associated with feminism went under attack to the same group of DC incels claiming she's a feminist and should be fired for that.
What the company did- was to fire her, creating a whole whirlpool of situation that got other women targeted and fired. I'm pretty sure the VA here in question got blacklisted from the gaming company.
There are sources revealing that from 2016 to 2020, over 14 women got fired because of similar accusation, and I'm not even sure it counts freelancers that were just silently put off to work.
The National Human Rights Commission of Korea, for fucks sake, has made a testament on 2020 in how the censorship on feminism happening in the gaming industry is a hate crime.
So what Project Moon did here was, it was to do the easiest and most inhumane choice possible, which was to fire a female artist over a similar controversy, bringing the nightmare-ish situation that happened in 2016 back all over again. In 2023. That's why people are disappointed. That's why Korean women feel threatened by this situation. Saying that this was all to protect Vellmori is an insult to her, and to the other female workers who wrongly loose their jobs over situations like these.
The hilarious thing over this whole situation? Every single company that has fired their workers like that has fumbled over themselves! The company and the game that fired the VA got ultimately labeled as a feminist game and lost its male customers too- because they had to keep firing people the moment incels didn't like them, until they couldn't. So incels are saying the game went down because of feminism. Another game? The representative is on fire because to no one's (except for the incels) surprise they fired all of the workers in the project because the game wasn't making any money anymore- making these fired workers reveal the fact that they've been mistreated, overworked, and abused over years. That is two example of many! But what about the games that did the extremely brave and difficult decision to just ignore the incels and go on with their game?
They're fine. They're okay. They had their lows just when the incels attacked, but Korean chauvinist pigs are just so childish that either they decide that it isn't fun to dox people anymore, or comfort themselves saying that oh well, they aren't that feminist after all or, well it's too fun so I don't care it's feminist! This are the pigs PJ Moon cave in. There are games that are boring as hell from smaller companies that survived and are still surviving because their customers are loyal, because the customers know that at least they won't fire their workers over stupid reasonings, the bare minimum!
So just- stop saying you're going to support the game- at least please don't for a while. I can't stop you from playing, but this is something PJ Moon has to take on themselves or this will create the same nightmare-ish situation that happened in 2016 all over again. Don't enable them. Stop giving them the message this is okay. Stop saying it was to support Vellmori, because ruining a young artist's career by telling her she's fired in a phone call after 11pm is not protection. It will never be.
#project moon#limbus company#tw misogyny#tw sexism#workers rights#gaming#please please i know that its really shitty! but understand that i just have to tell you guys to stop saying support out loud because its#a threatening situation for not only me but also other women in korea#tw swearing#project moon just did a really lazy and easy but shitty thing#that could easily cost lives of so many other people#sure incels can bring profit but that doesnt mean that games that dont have profit arent profitable#principally bc limbus had a fanbase of 60 women to 40 men and has a huge following overseas#they basically showed their company direction and thats not excusable#the reason why men in korea are able to do all the horrible and life threatening crimes is because the country and decisions like these#enable them to keep attacking its not a hey they are already sick! stay away! situation
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[10:03]
"We got another case."
You looked to the older man bringing a file that contains some pictures and reports taken from the crime scene.
"Another one? Urgh, we don't even get to finish the latest two cases."
Jisung, the new kid groaning and knocked his head on the desk. Five months ago when he got transfered here, you can see his bright spirit but now it started to fade. You understood him. Three murder cases in a week. Your team has tried really hard finding solution but failed.
You took the case and analysed every pictures taken by the forensic team. It was an old man. Probably in his late 50s. His skull was broken and you can tell the damage was really bad when the brain looked like minced meat and few cuts on his body. The victim also lost their eyes. Looks like the eyes got pulled out by some force. Jisung beside you gagged after saw the pictures. You patted his back and told him to drink some water and eat.
"Whoever did this, they are literally a psycho. They also took off the victim's clothes and hang it like a flag. Crazy bastard."
Your leader complained. He looked like he wanted to give up on the case. The murder cases keep increasing and the killer is still in the town. Not only that, the residents also critized polices, accusing them for not doing the job properly.
"You should get rest too, Y/n. You and Jisung didn't get enough rest nowadays. That poor boy probably went to sleep already."
"I will, Mr. Kim. Please take a rest too. Your wife must be worried."
You bid him and Jisung goodbye. Everyone is stress from the work. You bought some pastries and coffee before come back to home.
"You are back, honey? Take a shower and have breakfast with me?"
It's your husband, Jay. He took a glance at you then focusing back on his cooking. You are very grateful having him. He really loves you. The way he takes care of you is different with other people in the world. You did as what he said. Take your time in the bathroom for 20 minutes and went to the dining table with him sitting across from you.
"Is the work difficult?" He concernedly asked when he saw how tired you look. You nodded your head slowly and started to eat the meal.
"Mrs.Min told me her husband hasn't come back home for a week. But then, the new case that came in today is about her husband. The team found the body in the woods."
You looked at him warily. Waiting for his reaction. He did nothing except chewing on his food. When he finally swallowed it, he turned to you.
"The eyes are gone right? And the brain was smashed."
"I...I didn't say about his condition."
He laughed. Your instict is right.
"Oops! You caught me."
He continued back eating his food like nothing happen. Your hands shaking a bit because of nervous.
"You did it again...."
"I had too, darling."
"What is the reason for this time?"
You had thought he finally stopped doing it. But when you see the cuts on the victim's body. You quickly remember the same pattern Jay did to someone else. Yes, your husband is the killer for the new case you got this morning.
"Oh, darling. It's too much. He is too much. The way his eyes lingering on you too long, the way he sometimes make his finger accidentally touches yours when you give something for his family, the way he sometimes tried to touch your body. I could list more but that just few of it. I really wish I can do more to his body. I made him watch his own dick got stepped by me. Sick old fuck."
It's scary. Jay is scary.
But, do you hate it?
No. Never. You love him despite all the bad things he had done.
"Thank you."
"I did everything for you, my love. I hate when people overstep their boundaries."
"I know. Thank you for protecting me."
And that's why the case will turn to a cold one. It will remain unsolve forever.
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Ayo, that looks creepy and scary💀🤚Im sorry if that makes you uncomfortable...i didnt expected i wrote that. But, hopefully you guys enjoy it.
Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount
#yandere kpop#yandere enhypen#kpop yandere#lee heeseung#enha x reader#nishimura riki#kim sunoo#park jongseong#park sunghoon#yandere au#sim jaeyun#yang jungwon#yandere drabble#yandere jongseong#yandere jay#yandere enha#enhypen au#enhypen scenarios#enhypen
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Kokichi's double life AU
this was first suggested by a now deleted user in The Saiouma Pit, they said:
Ultimate Lawyer Kokichi AU and like, his cases are all weird/campy like in Ace Attorney. He completely lies and bluffs his way to the truth in every case EXCEPT FOR WHEN, shit gets real. when he does the thing like in trial 4 where he just Says What Happened
this would be really fun bc he and Shuichi would work together. ult detective, ult lawyer
If i wanted to make this also be a phantom thief au. Well i think that'd be fun LMAO IMAGINE. He's assigned as His Own Client
then pitters delved into debate about how it could come to be with jokes about double masks and one glued to his face, also deciding that he got accused of kidnapping himself while Shuichi tries to prove he is himself, and that's where my part starts
or he disguises himself daily for the lawyer work, because he made the plan for if he's ever unmasked as the thief, he'll probably be able to escape and live as his lawyer persona, and it would have been the perfect plan - if he managed to escape
full fake identity, wearing glasses & a wig
if somebody notices it's a wig, he says he's balding in a bad attempt at an old man voice
Hina: Did he go through all of law school under a fake identity?
they're supposed to still be Ultimates in this AU, so actually he went to Hope's Peak with dual identity & talent, sort of like Junko and Toko
shit just flies when the hs you go to is HPA
-supposedly set for life, no need for further education
-crime is whatever
kinda explains why Shuichi would know who he is too
I think it would let him make the lies about his organization more believable, bc the Supreme Leader would "skip" while the ult Lawyer showed up to classes, and then he'd make an occasional appearance and spin stories of how he expanded his criminal empire abroad and just got back
at some point Shuichi would be like "hmm, have I ever seen them in a room together?" and try to get close to him to find out the truth
Kokichi to that would think "He's suspicious of me, I need to distract him", and that's how they ended up falling for each other, still in HPA
now, a few years later, Kokichi is arrested and accused of kidnapping himself, what does Shuichi (the only one who knows the truth) do?
actually, it'd be funny if he has a huge crisis over this and goes to DICE so they can try to bust him out together and then Kokichi just escapes on his own, like, they're making the plan with Shuichi giving them inside info, he's exhausted, his principles lost the battle against his feelings, everybody's very stressed and focused, cue Kokichi walks in, "I'm back"
#danganronpa#ndrv3#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#shuichi saihara#oumasai#saiouma#made by me#writing prompt
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LUCEM - terazono keita
↳ synopsis: hearts planted six feet underground, the buds of flowers still manage to pierce through the rotten soil and basks in the unfamiliar light.
↳ pairing: prince!terazono keita x gn!asassin!reader (royalty au)
↳ genre: fluff, comfort, angst
↳ warnings (updated at the beginning of every chapter): mentions of death, mentions of assassination, the queen is literally evil, sadism (from the queen), mentions of being stabbed, unedited writing, ummm i think thats it?
perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj @taeraemisu @leejeongz
(scroll to the end to find the masterlist.)
oo. PROLOGUE.
the thunk of your heartbeat could almost substitute that of the queen's band as her gaze lingered on your bowed head with a disturbingly scrupulous gaze.
rumors of the queen's true attitude often resurfaced around the peasantry population of mare- after all, being completely isolated from the other nations, what had they better to do than gossip.
whether some would consider it lucky or unlucky- you were given the opportunity to serve her majesty herself. however, serving the highest power in mare does not commend you to overlook your crimes; neither does it pay very well. despite working under her royal majesty, your job was not of your choice- only a debt of your father you had to serve in his stead. a responsibility those innocent had to be burdened, while the perpetrator lives a life of wealth a far ways away.
a church bell ring and the silence of the juries. you almost find yourself laughing at the juxtaposition if it weren't for the unnecessary cuffs binding your wrists, and the guards ready to spear your feet in place if you even as much as shifted between your feet.
while the queen rewarded other guards with bags of coins, you were reminded of how lucky you were that she refrained from killing your entire bloodline for the mistakes of your father.
"by judgement of the juries, i hereby declare this treasonous scoundrel... the death sentence."
you didn't do it... really. you did nothing more than steal a single loaf of bread for your family... it wasn't like you killed anyone...
murmurs fill the room. some even resort to cussing you out directly- words that were never welcome in the palace- only by exception of a trial for treason.
stumbling upon the body of the beloved knight captain at the entrance of the palace was truly just a coincidence...
your ears seem to twitch at the sound of the guards' grips tightening against their spears.
death sentence... here? right now?
nothing but a knave to her, you were. always dishonest, always untrustworthy, always...
"halt!" her golden eyes seem to glisten with irrevocable levity- it was almost as if- no it was sure she was enjoying this.
"why... quite unfair that i don't get a say... especially when they are one of my most prized knights." an unsettling giggle dies on her lips as she speaks.
liar, you think, your fingers twitch to just get a hold of her throat and squeeze-
"wasted potential.... what a shame. i say we send her to kill queen terazono! if she doesn't come back with either her head or her heart, well then... we'll deal with her... accordingly." a sickly giggle bubbles from her throat as she tuts. her smirk grows even wider at the sight of you cowering under her gaze.
always... so easily controlled.
you lips part... sure you were a knight... but that does not compare to being an assassin.
your head spins at the sentence- were you to kill the queen and be banished from ager (the land of the terazono clan) and be released from these baseless accusations, or be killed in mare (pathetically, if you had to add) without a fight.
you growl in overwhelm, finally meeting the eyes of the woman that holds your fate like dough in her hands- no doubt she knew what she was doing.
"i'll do you one better... i'll come back with the head of their next heir. how does terazono keita sound?"
by the look of pure glee and the dainty clap of her hands at your proposal, you assume you've played the right cards... for now.
ooi. ONE.
oii. TWO.
iii. THREE.
oiv. FOUR.
navi. mlist.
#. . . 🖋️ zhng’s prose#keita x reader#terazono keita#terazono keita x reader#evnne x reader#evnne#evnne fluff#evnne imagines#keita evnne#evnne keita x reader#boys planet x reader#bp999 x reader
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2023 HP Slash Fic Recs (January to August)
My favorite slash fics written in 2023! Full disclosure everything is Snarry except one fic which is Sirius/Albus + Snape/Albus.
In the Margins of What We Know by Malora (January)
Snarry, 27700 words, epistolary fic
Snarry doesn't really get a lot of epistolary fic. So when I saw this one I was super excited. Love it. Really creative fic with a lot of scope/worldbuilding without a lot of words.
Magic and Botany: The Bamboo Forest of Li Xian (book excerpt)
A bamboo forest is unusual compared to other forests in that its growth happens beneath the surface.
The Bamboo Forest of Li Xian, in fact, could be considered one organism. There is a single root system for the entire forest. Two shoots of bamboo, seemingly distant, can be connected in ways that are not easily seen.
Check out the rest of the Snarry Adopt A Prompt Fest 2022.
This Mirrored Perspective by @likelightinglass and zalil (February)
Snape/Harry/Tonks, 8000 words, PWP, Dirty bad hot wrong
Ok this is my OT3 and I don't really take questions. But this is my OT3 because of Likelightinglass writing An auror, a professor and a potioneer walk into a bar. This fic has a totally different vibe! It's intense, psychological, dirtybadhotwrong porn with peak self-indulgence. Definitely NSFW.
That nagging sense that he didn't deserve it.
Night Skye by @titconao3 (March)
Snarry, 11500 words, OTP comfort food fic
Heartwarming OTP fic! It's the best Snarry comfort food fic I read this year. Good vibes, sexy high chemistry, loving/intimate feels, brilliantly characterized, beautiful settings.
“One day…” He shakes his head and looks up at Harry, his eyes like coal.
“Today,” Harry says. “Today, Severus; that’s what matters.”
This is how, finally, Harry gets Severus to agree.
Coda to "Soft Touch" by @perverse-idyll (April)
Snarry, 3,300 words, Soft
Have recced before. Will rec again. Because everybody needs to read it for the soft tender vibes. Not really soft. But compared to the intense angsty fic this is a coda for, I feel like it's optimistic and soft and I just feel so happy for my OTP.
"Can a man not toss off in the privacy of his own room without being accused of sabotaging his bloody health? If you can't trust that I have a vested interest in my own recovery - "
Snape spotted Harry, and a flush raced from his collar up to his hairline, exquisitely pink beneath his unnaturally smooth skin. But although he swallowed his tirade, Snape didn't seem particularly put out by having practically shouted his masturbatory claims to the entire office.
Check out Soft Touch the perfect dysfunctional/dirtybadhotwrong massage fic which inspired this coda!
Devotion by @danpuff-ao3 (May)
Snarry, 27000 words. Intense/dirty bad/hot/wrong.
Exactly what I want from my Snarry! Honestly Danpuff is bringing the oldschool vibes of Snarry back with a bang in their fics every single time and I am just super spoiled now. Snarry forever :D Also love to see Danpuff going into longer fics this year!
Though the worst crime of all is Potter’s.
"Did you want to die?"
Also The boy knows — he knows — he can take anything he wants. That bitter surrender is surrender all the same. That the force of Severus’ loathing is fed by his longing.
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Much Ado About Asmodeus by @ac1d6urn (June)
Snarry, 18100 words, Fluff
Fluff and crack! Really love the oldschool trope parody vibes of this fic. I actually haven't read something like this in a pretty long time. Going on my rereads! Also going on my holiday season reading list :D Also love to see Acid's insane prolific streak this year. I feel super spoiled as a reader! <3
Harry squinted against the rain and promptly attempted to expunge the phrase "Ventus Vultuosus, swish and flick when in a bind!" from his memory. Ugh. Curse you, Common Weather Weathering Spell #13! That'll be the last time I trust anything Witch Weekly puts out in fine print. (Except maybe that last fruitcake recipe.) Now that he thought about it, Auntie Annabelle's Advice Column on "Ten Ways of Bewitching and Beguiling Your Mr Right" didn't seem so reliable either, especially considering some of those later suggestions, and maybe even those in the middle too. Those were a bit wild.
Promises, promises... by SerenaEW, @acydpop (July)
Snarry, 5000 words, Fluff
Aww!!! The Snarry Summer Fluff I was totally praying for and really needed! Perfect Snarry Bang opener for my reading <3 Also the art! <3
Severus was looking at him, telling him, with only a glance, to shut up before you say something utterly idiotic.
The expression on Jamie's face looked nearly identical.
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Brillig by eldritcher (August)
Dumbledore saying "You disgust me" to people in his life but also meaning "I disgust myself". The more he sees himself in the other person, the more disgusted he gets. Intense, intense beautiful fic. But also healing because he finally overcomes that.
He disgusts you. Ratty, bony, skulking, pleading, raging, raving, frightened of the shadows and frightened of the fog, frightened of you.
"You did not save Lily!" he yells.
"You did not save James!" he weeps.
"You did not save me!" he whimpers, and huddles into himself and trembles as if the North Sea is in his very veins.
Also the math works out!!! Snape/Dumbledore + Sirius/Dumbledore = Snack by proxy actually.
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Actually I have something to get off my chest, I really hate Prowl meta posts that argue that his one merit compared to the other Autobots of high command is that he's "not a hypocrite" and he at least admits that he's willing to get his hands dirty and knows he has blood on his hands or whatever, unlike the other Autobots who supposedly pretend to be righteous while still being willing to commit violence or whatever.
The problem with this line of thinking is that it's literally not true lmao???
Like, for one, there's a difference between ordering soldiers to fight and kill because it's your job as the commander and not doing so would lead to the enemy army conquering you and the rest of the galaxy (Optimus). There's also a difference between engaging with an enemy army in sanctioned combat versus committing war crimes and other illegal undercover operations. Such as, for example, bombing a neutral city using a bomb disguised as a Decepticon bomb to get neutrals to join the Autobots.
Prowl saying "at least he's honest about who he is" is a fucking lie considering how often Prowl literally LIES and COVERS UP HIS OWN FUCKING WAR CRIMES because if Prowl was actually "honest" about his culpability, and if the rest of the Autobots really WERE as bad as he was, then Prowl wouldn't HAVE to hide his shitty war crimes in the first place! Except he did, because he's a schemer and a liar and he knows that no one else in high command (least of all Optimus) would sanction or approve of what he's done.
And it's really rich for Prowl to accuse other Autobots of being hypocrites unable to admit to their own flaws/violence/etc considering that one of Prowl's TRADEMARK traits is how arrogant he is and how he's convinced that unless the war ends according to HIS plans and HIS ideas of who should win, the war isn't actually over and he should be able to continue scheming and doing underhanded things to manipulate events going into his way. Like, this guy was literally willing to destroy the spacebridge to Caminus and doom that entire colony to a death by energy crisis/famine just because he thought Starscream MIGHT start an empire out of it. Literally he was going to doom millions of people to death just because of his own paranoia and he has the balls to say that EVERY OTHER AUTOBOT are hypocrites unable to fess up to their own shitty actions?
I swear, it seems like there's way too much Prowl meta out there that takes Prowl entirely at face value and assumes that just because he says something means it's actual truth. Like I don't know how many people read through stuff like the Wreckers trilogy and exRID and came to the conclusion that Prowl was ever meant to be seen as "right" or "morally gray" he's literally just an evil asshole whose crimes are comparable to Megatron's and the only thing holding him back from committing AS MANY crimes was that he was second-in-command, didn't have unfettered power and a bunch of yes-men supporting him, and he was kept somewhat on a leash by wanting Optimus' approval and having to at least publicly follow the Autobot Code. He's a fucked up pathetic guy, not some sort of Machiavellian genius who's a mistreated/misunderstood morally gray hero lmao
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Favorite Crime
Notes: angst, straight fucking, no plot.
Duke Grane is no ordinary awakened one. He came from the most influential and strongest family in the world of awakened ones. He was also considered a prodigy of the Grane family and is one of the strongest students at the World Awakened Academy.
So when his betrayal was revealed, it shocked the whole academy and also his family. Who would've thought that the grane's prodigy was a traitor? His betrayal caused damage to every student at the academy. His family also accused of working with the frame, like he did.
Among the people that were affected, you, on the other side, were also greatly affected by his betrayal and deception. He was your lover after all, or you thought that was something between you and him.
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Duke Grane is no longer welcome in the academy. He was ultimately banned from entering. Sneaking in the middle of the night to get into your room was far from easy. He barely managed to sneak in since this place is heavily guarded. The guards and cameras also increased after the incident and his betrayal.
He carefully entered your room through the window. Silence welcomed him. The lights were off. He wonders where you would go at this hour. It's already late, he thought. He wanders inside your room; he checks if there's anything that changed after he vanished. While his eyes wandered, the picture above of the cabinet caught his attention. He walks towards it to see clearly. It was you and him wearing the same uniform. You were holding the camera while his arm wrapped around your waist, and he kissed the top of your head. There's a big smile across your face while he's kissing you.
Something inside him throbbed while looking at the picture. He shifted his gaze, only to be locked by your eyes.
“Wha-what are you doing here? ”Your voice broke in nervousness at his presence, and you stood firmly, your hands also clenched. He saw that and smiled faintly. “I missed you.”
The moment those words came out of his mouth, you gritted your teeth. “You were a traitor,” you said. he nodded, staring at you. “You're not skipping any meals, are you? ”
“Fuck with that bullshit. What are you doing here, Duke Grane? ”You asked once again, but this time your voice was firm and stern. “I'm sure you're not here to fool around. Did your organization send you here to iterate over the mission that your comrades failed to accomplish, huh?” His eyes never leave your gaze.
“I said I'm here because I missed you,” you cut off his words. “Maybe you're here to kill us, huh? Me?” There's something in his eyes that caught your attention. It was an emotion that you never thought you would see in him. It was sad.
He shook his head and sighed. “No. I would never kill you,” you laugh heartedly. It sounds like a joke to you now. Duke Grane was known for being good at masking his true personality and was an expert at pretending. Even though one of the people close to him warns you about him, you don't buy it and decide to trust him. And it turns out that it was the wrong decision. Saying that he would never kill you makes you laugh. He betrayed his family and the academy; of course he can kill you. It's not like you matter to him anyway.
“Stop with this bullshit and leave. Being in the same room with you makes me sick,” you replied with disgust. You watch how his eyes fill with pain. His eyes shut, and he breathes for a moment.
He watched you for a moment. He really missed you. He may never have been a good boyfriend, but he loved you. You were the only exception to his deception. Your saying those words hurts him so much. “You were quiet. Why? You're good at pretending. You don't need to pretend in front of me, Duke Grann.” You smile mockingly even though there's a smile on your lips; your eyes say otherwise. It was filled with rage, hatred, and disgust. It's suffocating him.
“Leave. If you're not going to say something, leave this place at instant.” Your words were cut off when he suddenly walked towards you and crushed your lips with his. Your eyes widened at the sudden kiss. His lips were soft. He was closing his eyes tightly while kissing you. You tried to push him, but he pulled you closer instead. He was kissing you with gentleness. Your eyes started to wet. You missed him. You can't deny it. You missed this. After you admit to yourself that you still miss and love him,.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. He took your response as a sign to continue. Your lips parted, and he immediately pushed his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every corner. Tongues are fighting with each other. You were so lost that you only found yourself moaning his name while he was thrusting inside you.
“Duke! Fuck! Oh-ohh,” you moan loudly, and there's tears in your eyes. With every thrust he makes, his tip hits your sweet spot.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry,” he continued, mumbling apologies while kissing your neck as he thrust inside you. You hugged him and scratched his back. You dig your nails into his skin when he suddenly pushes his manhood deep inside you, making you moan loudly. “Baby. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't betray you." He put your legs on his shoulder and accelerated his pace. He thrust deep and fast. He was big; with every thrust he makes, you can for sure see stars.
Only lost in pleasure that you didn't pay attention to what he's saying. "D-duke, ohh, faster. O-ohh,” he didn't disappoint; he thrust faster and deeper. His tongue is working on your hardened nipples now. He gave the right one a long lick before covering it with his mouth. While licking the other one, his hand is squishing the left one. You let out a soft whimper of sensation.
He kisses your nipples and sucks them alternately. He gives your inside a thrust before filling you with his cum. He withdraws his cock from your inner thighs and watches your face, filled with lust. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer. He touched his cock and rubbed the tip against your wet folds. You gripped the sheets tightly. He continued to rub the cockhead against your slits until it became more wet than it was. “Duke. Fuck. Ohh,” you almost screamed as he suddenly inserted his shaft inside you.
He cupped your face and sealed your moans with his kisses. He thrust again with extensive intensity and moans in your ears, “[name] oh, oh, oh. I missed this.” He gripped your waist and pushed his cock until you cum, and at the same time, he also released inside you for the second time around.
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Covered with a blanket and naked. You stared at his face; his eyes were closed. Sleeping peacefully while you were trapped inside his arms. You raise your hand to touch his beautiful face. For a moment, you wondered why he betrayed the academy like that. Your tears escaped your eyes.
You tried to cover your mouth to conceal the sound that indicates that you were crying. You jumped off the bed, ran towards the bathroom, and locked the door. As soon as you locked the door, his eyes opened. He heard your sniffles. He felt your gentle touch. He clenched his fist and leaned on the headboard. His heart was throbbing with pain. It hurts him to see you cry silently. It hurts him to see you suffer from the things he has done.
You, on the other side, are crying. You become intimate with Duke Grane. And with that, it also makes you a traitor.
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Since I'm rewatching Maria Clara at Ibarra on Netflix, at dahil may time ako for today's bidyow I'm just gonna give my two cents on this comment:
I think we can all agree that Maria Clara did NOT deserve to suffer the way she did, and yes she deserves to be happy with the only man she ever loved. But Maria Clara's story is the story of many women who were oppressed, and abused by priests during the Spanish era and sadly, this reality STILL exists even up to this day. And as much as I fucking hate to admit this, there are still many untold stories of women (even boys and young men) who were sexually abused by these disgusting hypocrites who call themselves instruments of God, and what's more painful is that the victims are silenced and the abusers get away with it because *coughs* ✨the Church protects them✨
Don't get me wrong, I was baptized and raised as a Catholic myself, but I refuse to ignore cases like these which thankfully in the modern times are being addressed and taken actions of, but I'm not sure how many of these mga sugo ng Diyos are actually punished for their crimes (*clears throat* Church is still quite influential af even in the 21st century 🙃).
Ibarra is a good man with good intentions for San Diego, yet he was framed and accused of being a heretic and filibuster by [again] these fugly Church peeps because they wanted the Filipinos to remain indios: uneducated and poor af. Juan Crisostomo Ibarra is the image of those people who only wanted to help their fellow Filipinos, yet are the ones who are being punished for the most nonsense reasons, and the very people who called themselves his friends and supporters are the same people who turned their backs on him because they were afraid of suffering the same fate as Crisostomo (and Don Rafael) .
In the show, I saw myself in Klay (except that I passed my Noli, El Fili and Rizal lessons 🤣) my only drive to read Noli and El Fili was to pass my Filipino subject. I did not have a full grasp of the lesson that Rizal was trying to teach. The moment I passed my subject, I was like "Oh good! Finally!" but I didn't take those learnings by heart. And I said the very same thing Klay said in the earlier episode, "What's the point of studying Noli and El Fili when I can't even apply it on the course I'm taking or my job when I graduate?" And I admit, history wasn't my favorite subject, I found it boring. I missed the whole point of what my teacher was teaching me.
I could go on and on about the characters of the novels and the show but to sum it all up, every character and events are the very images of every Filipino, their struggles, and the truth about what was really happening in our country. Rizal's Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo weren't the kind of novels you expect them to be, it is not a stereotypical love story, and it wasn't written to make the readers OR the audiences happy. These novels are here to teach the Klays like you and me not only about our history but also open our eyes to the reality of how this cancer of the society still exists and if we, the Filipino people don't do something to "cure" this, our country will NEVER progress.
As much as I wanted Ibarra and Maria to have a happily ever after they both deserve, I am glad that GMA 7 actually didn't stray away too much from its source materials, because now I understand why I had to learn those books. I understand now why Rizal was named national hero, his novels paved the way for the Filipinos to finally stand up and fight the oppressors.
However, as much as it pains me of how tragic Rizal's novels are, at least in the show, they got a happy ending. Just in a different timeline and universe but still, happily ever after.
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You are so real and right actually. This is why I’d get so fucking frustrated everytime I see someone going, “Well, men get raped too!!”. Yeah… But every single time a man does open up about getting raped most of the comments will either be saying something about how “lucky” he is or asking where the woman was when they were younger… All of which are comments made by men. It’s actually so fucking sad that the only times people mention men getting abused is when they use it as sort of like a gotcha to feminism.
Like there are women who will dismiss a male rape victim and that is disgusting and vile. But that handful of women who may or may not even call themselves feminists is treated like it's a tenet of the Church of Feminism that ALL feminists think is true.
The majority of ridicule about male rape comes from men, simple as. The majority of ridicule, disbelief, and cruelty about women being raped comes from men. And yeah, the majority of rapes are perpetrated by men. Simple as. I understand feminists that get so fatigued from having to fight for women's rights, from women being expected to take on every problem in society requiring an emotional load, telling men who use male rape victims as a gotcha to just fuck off and die. It isn't women's job to teach disgusting men how to collectively develop sympathy for their own gender, much less for women victimized by other men. Men who dismiss rape like that are imo a lost cause and don't deserve the patience or emotional labor to futilely try to explain sympathy and empathy to them.
And again, I appreciate artists who try to incorporate male victims into their work. Most of them really try to do something good (except Grant Morrison retconning Batman as being raped by Talia. That was stupid on every level and was edge for the sake of edge like everything else he's ever fucking written)
I think the reason Kentaro Miura's depiction of Griffith and Guts as rape victims doesn't get this same level of ridicule from male readers is because they were both assaulted as children. If they were both assaulted as adult men, I think more male troglodyte fans would joke about it like they do Mark from Invincible and Nightwing from DC. I jokingly call Nightwing a whore for two-timing Barbara and Starfire in one run, but I will NEVER ridicule him for being raped by Tarantula.
I've also seen men praise Mark's depiction showing his rapist not dealing with any consequences of raping him, because it accurately shows how female rapists are never held accountable for their crimes (unlike male rapists and men accused of rape, who always totally definitely get held accountable). They hail it as an accurate depiction of "female privilege." How many rape cases perpetrated by men make it to court? How many involve jail time that lasts more than a few years at most? How many men have people like you rushing to their defense when a woman "cries rape" because you defer to his claims over a woman who is totally lying and just being vindictive? Does your idea of "facing justice" just equate to how many people on social media criticize and talk negatively about a man accused of rape? Men accused of rape rarely have their lives and careers ruined: take the most recent high profile case of Johnny Depp, accused wife beater and rapist. Regardless of your opinion on if his account of things is true: He was never taken to criminal court, he won multiple cases against Amber Heard, she wound up owing him money in court fees and settlements, he has thousands of fans who stood by him, he has friends in the industry like Jason Momoa who will prank his ex-girlfriend by dressing up as Depp to fuck with her on set, and he still has roles in the industry rolling in. How was his life ruined and career destroyed, exactly? Did he get as many random people posting about wanting to rape and kill him, like people did Amber Heard the instant she started going public? Did strip clubs make "Hey Johnny, we're hiring!" billboards after the settlement like they did for her? But people still insist that Depp was absolutely ruined by false allegations and is just as much a victim of MeToo as the women raped by Harvey Weinstein.
It isn't a female privilege that men emasculate male rape victims and refuse to believe that what they view as the "weaker sex" can rape a man. It's a side effect of patriarchy that hurts men, but that men collectively refuse to care about because patriarchy is too beneficial to them as a whole to fix.
And I'm saying this as someone who really hates the notion that men should care about feminism ONLY because patriarchy sometimes hurts them. You don't see racial activist groups appealing to white people by saying "Well, racism ACTUALLY hurts white people too! So that's why you should care about it!" Or LGBT+ groups appealing to straight people by saying that homophobia negatively affects straight people (What if your straight son who likes ballet was ridiculed bc he was perceived as gay? Even though he's one of the normals! See, it benefits you too to dismantle homophobia!)
Sometimes dismantling an oppressive system benefiting Group A at the expense of Group B means that Group A doesn't benefit at all from dismantling the system. But that shouldn't matter, because something shouldn't benefit you personally for you to support it. It's not our fault that a large portion of men can't take male rape seriously, especially since they're not going to listen to women calmly trying to explain to them how empathy and sympathy work. It's not our fault that these men use male rape victims as a punchline one minute and then as a shield in arguments with feminist harpies the next minute.
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It was a beautiful sunny autumn day but the energy of humanity didn’t match
Today, is the day where the people celebrate mourn the death of a rich mobster. Most didn’t know he was one, but he was a well loved man by many, so he was missed by many.
Beomgyu and his wife sat mysteriously in the shadows, the speech at his funeral going in one ear, and immediately coming out the other. They hated that man, but they still attended. Not to pay respects, to make sure he was dead.
Beomgyu tried his best not to smile, ain’t nothing to smile about at a funeral. But he can’t help but feel a sense of joy seeing his enemies dropping like flies
The couple was mysterious and silent the whole funeral service, deciding to save their shit-talking for the repass that took place outside the building.
“Murdered. Just pathetic,” Beomgyu rasped out “died to someone bashing his skull. Just embarrassing.”
“They didn’t even find out what killed him. They believed it was probably a club or something…but they didn’t find any weapon” His wife then spoke
“To be honest I’m focusing less on WHAT killed him, i’m more focused on WHO killed him. Whoever did it was clever, but if it wasn’t you or me then who? He didn’t have any enemies except for us.”
“Who knows….” She then started slurring and dragging her words “…maybe it was his wife that killed him if it wasn’t you or me”
Beomgyu, confused, took off his sunglasses and shifted his eyes towards the widow. The young beautiful woman, mourning the death of her husband, but was secretly smiling knowing that she now owns her late husbands money, and eyeing other men (and women) hoping to not be single for long. She wasn’t hiding it well, well to Beomgyu she wasn’t.
“Hm…what makes you think it’s her?” He then questioned his wife’s accusation
“Why wouldn’t it be? If anyone knows the dirt behind him besides me, it’s her.”
“Oh?” Beomgyu then became intrigued “You never told me any of this before? What more dirt does he have to him? I only know his failure to complete the deal we made and him trying to kill me.”
His wife then pulled him further away from others, and just to be safer she whispered the dirt behind the dead man. All the fraud, all the murder, all the cheating, the corruption. Every crime you could imagine under the belt of the corpse. Beomgyu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he wasn’t surprised.
“All that money he has he easily covered his shit up. And why do you think were his only enemies? Because we’re the only ones to still be alive.” His wife then finished her small rant
Going back to the repass, it took everything in Beomgyu to not go back to the funeral home and kick the coffin, or illegally cremate him when no one was looking. He may have been a mob boss, but what his enemy did was more than just being a mobster, he was a man that should’ve be seen for his crimes.
“I heard a few years ago his wife had an affair too. To get him back for him cheating on her.” She brought her up again
“Hm, I wonder if the one she slept with attended. That would be hilarious” He replied holding back his laughter
She then giggled and quickly tugged his sleeve and rasped something shocking to him, something he thought he would never hear, something that nobody else should be hearing.
“Baby, why do you think I know so much?”
-🧚♀️
omg i see what you mean by making it gay 😭😭😭 BISEXUALS PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM
stunning. brilliant. unique. spectacular. outstanding. 🧚♀️ anon im gonna kiss you on the mouth. i want mc even more than i want beomgyu tbh
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