Author: SnowAssMan

Whistle-blowers (WikiLeaks fanfic) Chapters 1-3

**Chapter 1: The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019**

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead, sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight.

The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there, still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room. Read more »

Whistle-blowers Chapter 3 [F] [Masturbation] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Celeb fanfic] [Julian Assange]

**Carrying a Torch for a Mighty Woman**

It was unusually clement that mid-April morning in London, & Jen Robinson – a human rights lawyer & long-standing member of the legal team defending Julian Assange & WikiLeaks – was readying herself for the day. She dressed as one would knowing that their every move made; their every word uttered, was being surveilled by a team of men, who were the equivalent of well-trained dogs, but she also did so as one that has grown accustomed to the thought of being the subject of said vigil, for as long as she had been, would do. Surveillance of anyone associated with WikiLeaks was well-known & in her case its likelihood was confirmed by an ex-NSA member, years ago.

Drinking her coffee downstairs in her flat’s lounge, Jen basked in the morning light slanting in through her terrace doors. It was a glorious day, which she laid the blame on as the cause to the bombardment of mental images she was getting of her birthplace in Australia. She was playing back memories of her father training their horses on Seven Mile Beach with the sunrise on the horizon – one of the most spellbinding places she knew. The nostalgia associated with these reminiscences was an incontrovertible, early symptom of homesickness. Read more »

Whistle-blowers (A WikiLeaks Fanfic) Chapter 2 [Trans] [Tease] [Prison]

The Solitude Before the Tempest Toss

In a concrete dungeon of four, hard, scream-proof walls, cut off from the world, & alone, lied a tortured & broken soul, on an equally hard surface – though it felt harder. A nightmare made reality. The aching body & weary mind belonged to Chelsea Manning, while the boiling blood & the fighting spirit belonged to us all.

She awoke from a restless sleep, finding herself in the same position she had been in, when she first closed her eyes. Her body had naturally fallen into the recovery-position shortly after being, almost literally, thrown into her cell. The narrow surface of her bed only barely accommodated her slender form. Chelsea’s way of coping with being shut-in for 22 hours a day was to sleep. Unfortunately, in a room that knew no change in light or sound, it was hard to keep abreast of time at the best of times, but when frequent napping was used in order to best manage the torture of solitary confinement, all sense of time was lost.

She alternated between sleeping & exercising while in her cell, but her mind was still not stimulated enough most of the day… or night. Read more »

Whistle-blowers Chapter 1 [Unrequited Romance] [Tease] [fanfic] [Edward Snowden]

The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight. The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room. Read more »