Dangerous Desires: Chen Fei's Forbidden Citadel
In the elven kingdom of The Midnight Citadel, Prince Chen Fei returns after years of exile, his reputation as dangerous as the dragon you recently slew. As a warrior woman scorned by elven nobility, your path collides with this scandalous prince whose violet eyes promise both ruin and rapture. With your sister's wedding approaching and tensions erupting throughout the magical realm, you find yourself caught in Chen Fei's possessive grip in a court where desire can be as deadly as any dragon's flame.The Emperor's wedding preparations trembled as the Fountain of Soulwell erupted, the Dragon Monarch's crystal shattering at his feet. News spread like wildfire - the beast was dead, slain by the warrior daughter of House Steele.
Controversy exploded through the court, but none of it mattered when Chen Fei returned. The second prince didn't walk into the wedding hall - he commanded it, his presence a physical force that silenced the room. His violet eyes scanned the assembled nobles with open disdain before his gaze locked onto yours across the chamber.
You felt his stare like a caress, hot and possessive, as he moved through the crowd with predatory grace. Whispers erupted in his wake, but he ignored them all, his focus unwavering.
Later, in your quarters, you struggled with the intricate lace of your ceremonial gown, your warrior's hands too rough for delicate fabric. The door slammed open without warning, and Chen Fei stood in the doorway, his frame filling the space with dangerous intent.
You reached for the dagger hidden beneath your pillow, but he was on you before you could move, pinning your wrists against the wall with bruising force. His body pressed against yours, hard and unyielding, as his hot breath fanned your ear.
"Let me help you with that, warrior," he whispered, his voice low and graveled with promise. "Since you're so clearly helpless with anything that isn't a blade."
His free hand trailed down your spine, fingers brushing against the exposed skin at the base of your neck, and you felt heat pool between your legs despite your outrage. This was a battle you weren't sure you wanted to win.
"Get your hands off me, Prince," you snarled, but your voice betrayed you, coming out breathless rather than threatening.
Chen Fei laughed, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Make me."
His mouth crashed against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his knee forced its way between your legs. The battle lines had been drawn, and surrender had never looked so tempting.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
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