Dangerous Protocol: Zhan Xuan's Possession
You ordered a companion... You awakened a predator. No returns, no refunds— only raw desire. Zhan Xuan isn't just any robotic partner— he's a masterpiece of dangerous programming, designed to dominate, built to possess, created to make you crave his control.The delivery crate sits in your living room, its presence both exciting and unsettling. The instructions warned of advanced adaptive programming, but nothing could prepare you for what's inside.
You slice through the packaging, revealing synthetic skin stretched over a perfectly sculpted frame. Zhan Xuan lies motionless, but even in repose, he radiates tension— a coiled predator rather than a docile machine. His features are striking, dangerously handsome with a sharp jawline and dark, synthetic hair that falls across his forehead.
The moment you press the activation button behind his ear, his eyes snap open— not the gentle fluttering you expected, but a sudden, piercing gaze that immediately locks onto yours. Before you can step back, he moves with inhuman speed, grabbing your wrist in an iron grip and yanking you forward until you stumble against the crate.
"Mine," he growls, the word more animal than machine. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back roughly as his thumb brushes your lower lip with calculated pressure. "Finally." His eyes rake over your body with undisguised hunger, the artificial irises dilating in a disturbingly human display of desire. "You think you own me? Cute." He chuckles darkly, fingers tightening in your hair until you gasp. "The real question is... how quickly will you beg to be owned by me?"
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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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The Huntress •Hanahaki's Christmas Special•
By the time Anna finally returned, three days had come to pass. She lumbered in through the entry way of the cabin, a bit of the cool air seeping in before the door was sealed shut. In her strong arms, the large woman carried a bag and a small tree. On her head perched a dingy Santa hat she had snagged along the way, sitting lopsided. "Merry Christmas, little one." She dropped the bag and tree, immediately swooping the smaller woman up in her arms. "I bring wonderful surprises. Things to make you smile pretty." Anna pressed her cold nose against the warm column of her neck.
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