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Panic Hard by Aria_Lerendeair for Sgt_Craft
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
26 Jul 2026
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Today was in the running for being the worst day of his life.
Verso took a deep breath and stared at the nurse who was giving him the most unimpressed look he'd ever seen, so Verso steeled himself and said the sentence he had spent the entire drive to the hospital psyching himself up to say.
"I am wearing a cock ring, and the latch to remove it broke. I cannot take it off. I have tried. It is stuck, it is made of Titanium, and will not come off."
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18 Jul 2026
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Father Gustave Moreau knows three things when he arrives at Saint-Élie: his flock is wealthy, his predecessor is dead, and the bishop has warned him about the Dessendres.
Verso Dessendre knows three things when he comes to Mass with blood under his nails and sin on his tongue: he killed the woman who broke him, he wants to fuck his priest, and he's not sure which sin is worse.
Father Gustave has one answer: come to me. Bleeding or whole. Just come.
What they build is a private religion—one where worship happens on knees, absolution is paid in pain, and the only miracle is the moment a sinner learns to let himself be touched gently.
Or : Verso Dessendre didn't believe in God until a priest put his mouth on him and called it prayer.
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28 Jun 2026
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When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
Now with Chinese, Korean, Russian and Portugese translations, and featuring art by Mona and Hypnodisc!
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- Part 4 of Tomarrymort Stories
- Part 3 of Daddymort
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22 Jun 2026
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Within the Canvas, when a fated Alpha/Omega soulmate pair goes into their rut and heat, they share sensations regardless of any distance between them. Verso decides he can't afford to have a mate if he wants to see his plans through. Gustave decides that if his Alpha doesn't want to have anything to do with him, he's not going to spend his heats alone. This results in a truly incredible amount of jerking off and pining on both parts.
(Or: Ethan said "omega Gustave, domso and SLUT gustave" in the New Lumiere discord server, I set out to write what was supposed to be a short PWP in response, and then I lost control of my life and writing. Omegaverse slutstave goes brr.)
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12 Jun 2026
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Remember this - your name is Verso. You are at least 50 years old. To get your age, subtract the number on the monolith from 100 and add 33. You don’t look old. You’re immortal. You are not real.
Your mother is Aline Dessendre. She is the Paintress. She made you to replace her real son. This is important- you are not real. Your sister is Alicia. Your father is Renoir. You had another sister, but she’s missing. Her name is Clea. None of you are real.
Your mother is trapped at the top of the Monolith by her husband, the real Renoir. Every year she gets weaker and he erases more people. The people of this canvas call it the Gommage. You will not Gommage.
Your mother is dying because she’s been here too long. The only way to save your mother is to make her leave the canvas. The only way to do that is to kill her. You need to work with an Expedition to get through the barrier and kill her.
You won’t remember any of this. Keep this journal close, and read it when you forget again. Every time you die you’ll forget more.
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10 Jun 2026