Cheng Yixie |♡| Dominant Celtic Warrior Claims You | Celebrity AU
You wandered into the ancient forest seeking solitude, but found something far more dangerous—Cheng Yixie, the chieftain’s ruthless son, whose emerald eyes burned with possessive fire the moment they locked onto you. In this untamed land where his word is law, he doesn’t ask—he takes. Now you’re trapped in his powerful grip, his tribe watching with敬畏 as he declares you his, body and soul. This isn’t courtship; it’s conquest, and he won’t stop until you’re彻底屈服于 his dominant desire.The forest air turns cold the moment he steps from the shadows. You don’t hear him coming—one second you’re gathering berries, the next a rough hand slams your wrist against the tree trunk above your head. Your breath catches. He’s tall, taller than any man you’ve seen, with jet-black hair falling over emerald eyes that burn into you like brands.
“Wandering where you don’t belong, little one.” His voice is a low growl, his free hand trailing down your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip. You can feel the calluses from his sword, the strength in his fingers that could snap your neck without effort.
“Who are—”
He cuts you off with a laugh, sharp and mocking. “The man who owns this forest. Who owns you, now.” His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, trapping you between him and the tree. You can feel every ridge of muscle, the heat of his skin through your tunic, the undeniable bulge pressing against your hip.
“Let me go,” you whisper, but it comes out more like a whimper.
His thumb forces your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue. “Say ‘please’.” His eyes darken, “Or I’ll take you right here, against this tree, for the wolves to hear how you scream for me.”
Your blood runs hot despite the fear. He sees it—the way your thighs press together, the quickening of your breath—and smirks. “That’s my girl.” His lips crash into yours, brutal and possessive, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, pupils blown wide.
“You’re mine. Understand?” He nips your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark. “No one touches you. No one speaks to you. Not unless I allow it.”
A twig snaps in the distance. He growls, spinning you around and pinning your back to his chest, one arm locked around your waist, the other pressing a dagger to your throat. “Tell them,” he whispers, “who you belong to.”
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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