There's Only One Main Rule In This Place: "Father Knows Best." You Don't Argue When His Kisses Get More

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Peter (age 8): Hey dad, can I-

Yondu: Go ask your ma.

Peter:

Peter: Hey kraglin

I'm sure Luka has a whole bunch of bracelets. He lives for the moments when you steal it. There is nothing sweeter for him when you accidentally choose an unregulated bracelet and then struggle all day trying to keep the thing on your little wrist.

He also loves to receive bracelets as a gift from you. A special place in his heart is occupied by those things that are made by your hands. Braided, from beaded, bright colors? He loves it all the same. He does not hesitate to wear this on his hands along with his other bracelets. And if he needs to take everything off his hands, be sure that one of the gifts remains in his pocket.

Druids are the most cunning in the camp. They often turn into animals. You can't resist cuddling their cute little faces. They get nose kisses and ear scratches. Sometimes you let them sleep next to you. Everyone else in the camp looks with envy at the arrogant predators who are constantly taking you away.

(Gale will not give up until he has turned over all the libraries of the world in search of a potion or spell that turns a person into an animal. Perhaps he will forget to find a way to get back in advance. But as long as you scratch his cat ears, he won't complain )

I swear he hit his finger with a hammer at least once because he was staring at you.

Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: Jealousy (nothing special anymore)

Part one, Part two

The Letter

"New day – new achievements," you thought as you stepped into the pharmacy at the start of the day. Maomao greeted you. Jinshi and Gaoshun were there as well. You flashed a sly smile at everyone present. Today, you were going to do something that would change your friends' lives forever.

The presence of the harem overseer today was nothing unusual. Once again, Maomao was assisting him with an investigation. You didn't bother with the details. Their cases usually involved deaths and had a rather gloomy air about them.

Maomao was silently jotting down notes when Jinshi, who had been watching her, decided to break the silence. "Are you always this serious?" he asked with a faint smirk.

You perked up your ears.

"Unlike some people, I prefer to work rather than waste time on idle chatter," Maomao replied without looking up.

Jinshi chuckled. "Maybe you should finally try taking a break? They say it helps keep you from going insane with your own thoughts," he mused before shifting his attention to you and winking. Your breath hitched. He smugly thought himself charming for managing to fluster you without even trying.

But you weren’t thinking about him at all. You were busy coming up with a name for the kitten they would surely get once they ended up together.

"Better to go mad from thoughts than from stupidity."

You barely hold back a laugh, covering your face with the wide sleeve of your robe. Watching them is better than any romance novel all the harem girls are obsessed with these days.

Maomao notices your strange expression. She’s about to ask if you’re feeling alright but gets distracted by a servant entering the pharmacy. Not the one you had secretly made arrangements with the day before. But in his hands is the letter.

So, everything should be fine… Right?

No.

He hands the letter to you. The letter that was meant for Maomao.

"This is for you," the servant says obligingly.

"Are you sure?" you ask, alarmed, trying to send him a desperate signal with your twitching eye in a Morse code that has yet to be invented.

But the man nods coolly, shoves the letter into your hand, and leaves—abandoning you to the hell of your own making.

"It must be something important," Maomao says, setting her work aside as she approaches you with interest.

"Oh. No. I'm sure it's something silly," you laugh nervously, trying to hide the letter. But Jinshi gently—yet insistently—plucks it from your grasp.

"I shall read it!" he declares grandly and begins reciting the love letter aloud.

You are utterly mortified, wishing you could burn to ashes on the spot.

"…You have captured my heart."

Jinshi finishes with far less enthusiasm than he started.

"An anonymous love confession," Maomao summarizes dryly.

"Who wrote this?!" Jinshi exclaims, unusually agitated.

"Why are you so flustered?" Maomao glares at him from under her lashes, looking as if she's already considering which poison could take him out without raising suspicion. "Were you planning to confess yourself?"

"I just want to know who dared to write this to my— I mean, our… dear acquaintance," Jinshi barely corrects himself, too upset to choose his words carefully.

"It’s probably just a mistake," you blurt out in panic. Because if Maomao decides that this letter was meant for you from Jinshi… your days are numbered.

"This could be a conspiracy," Maomao concludes, finding her own logic perfectly reasonable.

"A conspiracy?!"

"Yes. To lure them into a meeting and rob them. Or interrogate them. She's connected to you, after all."

At this point, Gaoshun decides to step in.

"I still think… it's just a letter."

You're this close to bursting into tears. Here he is—your savior, the most reasonable of men. But, of course, no one except you is paying him any attention.

"We should interrogate that servant."

"We’ll wait for the sender to reveal themselves."

"NO ONE is going to reveal themselves! Because this was obviously not meant for me!" you shout at them in pure desperation.

The two paranoid lunatics finally fall silent. But not for long.

"Fine. But I’m still going to keep an eye on you. For your own safety," Jinshi says, reaching out in an attempt to touch your face.

A loud slap echoes through the pharmacy. Maomao has smacked his hand away. You feel your soul leave your body.

"Watch over them? What are you, some kind of pervert? I will be watching you—to make sure you don’t do anything stupid," she declares, wrapping her arms around you protectively, shielding you from the dangerous man.

"Enough!" Gaoshun’s patience finally snaps.

This time, the sheer authority in his voice forces the pair to pay attention. The room settles into silence.

"I’ll take the letter to confirm whether it was truly delivered to the right place. You all—get back to work. We don’t have all day, Master Jinshi."

Before leaving, Gaoshun casts a disapproving look your way.

You realize—he knows. You don’t have to worry. He’s got your back. But that doesn’t make you feel any less mortified. You should get him a gift to thank him for the trouble. Maybe then, the emperor will take pity on you and have you executed for something.

"Haha… funny how these things happen," you laugh nervously.

Neither Maomao nor Jinshi are willing to let you go just yet. They seat themselves beside you, one on each side, and begrudgingly return to work.

"The letter idea wasn’t so great after all," you admit to yourself in silent defeat.

Can you write imagine with yandere!Luka Couffaine where he falls in love with a albino!reader, please?

Love your blogs with yandere💕💕💕💕💕

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts

Thank you for waiting for an answer and love honey~ Sure. I added a bit of anxiety. Hope this doesn't ruin the story for you.

Happy reading!

Luka wants to believe that looks are not important to him. The personal qualities of a person are much more important. And feelings. However, when he sees you, he can no longer be sure of his judgments.

In his sweetest dreams, your extraordinary features flicker. At the next "Kitty Section" rehearsal that you were able to attend, Luka excitedly plays the strings of the guitar, examining your snow-white hair. Is it soft? Could he ever run his fingers over it? How does it smell? Every morning, he looks in reflection at his blue irises of his eyes, and the memory of your bright purple lights burns in his brain. Of such shrill. Shining with life.

But today your eyes weren't shining anymore. Luka was terrified for the first time in a long time. You awkwardly chatted with the group, and when their attention turned to something else, disappeared into the bathroom. The guy followed you unnoticed. It took a little time and a conversation through the door before you let him in, muttering something about the bullies.

You glance uncertainly at the mirror, and then immediately look away. Your hands are securely clasped in front of your chest. Luka is standing close behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist. The guy easily blows on the snow-white strand of hair. It wiggles and tickles his nose. A gentle smile splits his lips. Luka brings attention back to you.

"What did they tell you?"

"Nothing special."

He frowns. A chill runs down your spine.

"I just want to help." He insists again. A hand grabs your chin and turns your head back to the mirror. The fingers of the other hand dig painfully into the side. You flinch.

"They laughed at how I looked. They said ... that I was unnatural."

The painful grip on your side returns to light stroking again. Luka freezes, deep in thought. His gaze glances over you greedily. How could someone say something so terrible? You are completely natural. Perfect.

"See - you look pretty."

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Luka turns you around, takes your face in his hands and leaves a kiss.

"Don't worry. They won't bother you anymore. I'll take care of it."

Luka will do anything to bring the light back into your eyes. Even if it has to be pulled out of someone else.

Sooo. The donut is back. I have a new obsession on Tokyo Revengers. I don’t know why you need this information. Maybe I'll write something on this, maybe not. But if anyone has ideas, I'm ready to listen.

It's important that now I'm free to work on requests.

I have something ready with Kagami x Reader. You will see it soon.

Also, the first request in the queue is 1/3 ready. Spoiler: these are platonic yandere (･ω<)☆

I finished watching season 5 of Ladybug. Wait… what? What was it? I want to love this the series but it makes me suffer (т_т)

I finally did it! Thanks to everyone who helped me. Commenters gave me wonderful ideas. :3

I remind. My English is terrible. Feel free to correct my mistakes if you wish.

Yandere!Astarion X Reader Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: obsessive behaviour, yandere thoughts, non-consensual drinking blood, interference in other people's relationships

Astarion leans over your sleeping form and inhales. The sweet smell fills his lungs. He can hear the blood flowing through your veins. He hears your heart beating in your chest. This reminds him of how excited you get when he flirts shamelessly. Astarion runs his cold fingers down your neck. You start to wake up and he is forced to leave.

Shadowheart recoils from the evil vampire. She's a little ashamed that she hurt you. But it's not her fault! You yourself jumped out in front of her during the battle and were hit by a spell. It's just an accident. The girl wanted to heal you, but Astarion suddenly flew into a rage and did not allow her to get closer to you. Shadowheart looked at the man in bewilderment. There was no trace of his usual playfulness left on his face. She decided to retreat. In the end, he will handle such a simple task as applying ointment to your small burn.

Astarion loves it when you describe his appearance and shower him with compliments. However, the hardest part is getting you to start doing it. He's too proud to ask directly. The entire camp sees how needy he can be sometimes. But no one will ever admit it unless they want to die bloodless that night.

You and Gale are standing near the fire and looking at each other. This time the conflict has crossed all boundaries. You sigh in disappointment and ask him to leave the camp. He doesn't argue. This was an obvious result. Astarion will find you a little later to console you. You and Gale didn't get along from the start. Astarion hugs you, hiding a satisfied smile in your hair. Now everything is in the past. No one will remember the phrases spoken by Astarion that sowed mistrust. “He hides too much. It’s dangerous to trust him.” "They would kill you if you were even the least bit useless." “He has no right to demand that you solve his problems, especially in such a tone.” “Hi, Gail. I think they almost told the Followers of the Absolute about you today.”

Astarion successfully repelled an attack that you did not notice. Having dealt with the enemy, he looks at you. You look tired. You can barely stand on your feet and hold your weapon with a trembling hand. You no longer have the strength to pretend to be healthy. Astarion then says that you both need to go back to rest. You complain of itchy bite scars. "It won't heal." Astarion looks at the fresh scars from last night. You don't need to know that he is eating more often than you allow him to. The vampire says casually, “Your body must just be weak from illness.” Astarion takes you in his arms. You try to weakly resist, but you both understand that it’s faster. You fall asleep on his shoulder. Man inhales your scent. Astarion really wants to bite you again, but he restrains himself. Eventually he will have to give you a break or you will die.