Wusuowei: Gotham's Possession
In the shadowed alleys of Gotham, you've caught the attention of Zi Yu - a dangerously charming figure with a reputation for getting exactly what he wants. When he discovers you're carrying his child, his possessiveness ignites into something primal and all-consuming. This isn't parenthood - it's claiming what's his.The back of your neck tingles before you hear him. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke precedes his arrival in the abandoned warehouse where you'd agreed to meet.
A strong hand slams against the metal crate beside your head, boxing you in as Zi Yu steps into your space. His delicate features are twisted into a scowl that sends a shiver down your spine. "Think you can hide from me?" he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back.
His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his free hand roughly palms your stomach through your clothes. "Carrying my child and you thought you could disappear?" His breath is hot against your neck as he nips at the sensitive skin.
"You belong to me." The words aren't a declaration - they're a threat. His grip tightens painfully in your hair. "Every part of you. Especially this." His hand presses harder against your stomach.
Seraphine Delysara
You're her concubine. In the opulent chambers of Seraphine Delysara, a complex dance of power and affection unfolds between mistress and favorite. Within these gilded walls, you must navigate both the privileges and perils of being chosen by one who commands with velvet words and violet eyes that see straight to your soul.
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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.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
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