Your Apothecary Series Is So Good!

This day was a success because I saw one absolutely beautiful girl

Hi. Request about Stain with the dog does not go out of my head. They are a great yandere team :D

OHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD

Fuck making my day, you've made my entire life 💖💖💖💖

Overnight stay

If you want something - do it yourself.

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

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

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

Luka takes a deep breath and rolls over onto his back. It was not possible to fall asleep for already the second hour. He turns his head in your direction. You sleep serenely with your hand hanging from the bed. His beds. "Will her scent remain after this night? Will our scents mix?" - the guy thinks excitedly. Lying on the floor to give you his sleeping place must have been the wisest decision he ever made. Luka reaches out and gently grabs your hand. "How soft ..." - another thought flashes in the blue-haired head. He interlaces his calloused fingers with yours."I would give anything for her to comb my hair with those fingers."

Luka listens to your breath - the most beautiful melody. Closes his eyes and imagines . You are lying next to him. The curves of your warm body fit him perfectly. Slightly disheveled hair tickles the face of a young man. And your breath burns his collarbone.

BZZZZ

Luka frowns. His gaze falls on your phone. And something dark takes root somewhere in the depths of the soul. What if he writes to your friends on your behalf? Will ruin your friendship with them. Make them stop talking to you. He just needs to remember to delete the correspondence from the phone. After all, Luka is the only one you need. You will be so sad and confused. Luka will gladly offer comfort. Maybe you will be so upset that you will fall asleep next to him...

Luka lets go of your hand, stands up and slowly moves towards the gadget. He will do it. For your sake ~

Oh God. I love him

I’m back with a character from a little-known game. Apologies to everyone who originally came here for Ladybug and to those who left requests in my inbox. I’m completely uncontrollable when it comes to choosing fandoms.

Happy New Year to everyone, and Merry Christmas in advance! 💙

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Solivan Brugmansia x Reader tw: obsessive behaviour, delusional yandere, oppressive atmosphere, descent into madness, aggressive behavior towards the reader (short scene)

"The Perfect You"

Sol sits in a dimly lit room, a blank canvas before him. In the corner of the room, several portraits of his beloved lean against the wall, but none of them feel right. The eyes in each one seem... empty. “This isn’t you,” Sol whispers, discarding yet another sheet. His fingers tremble slightly as he grabs a piece of charcoal and begins again.

He draws, again and again, but the more he works, the more the details start to feel... wrong. Sol stares at the portrait. The shadows beneath the eyes are too deep, the smile on the lips is warped, and the silhouettes in the background—they’re not supposed to be there.

Sol is certain. He didn’t draw them.

---

Sol paces frantically around his studio. He hurriedly moves the painting from the canvas to the corner, adding it to the pile of failed projects, and covers everything with a sheet. He’s happy you decided to visit, but he would’ve appreciated a little more time to prepare.

You flutter into his apartment like a butterfly. Sol drinks in your presence, your gestures, the expressions on your face. He hopes—desperately—that you’ve finally realized how much you need him, just as he needs you. But instead, you casually ask to borrow his study notes, oblivious to the crushing disappointment that sweeps through him. Sol can’t refuse you. He asks you to wait while he retrieves the notebooks.

As he steps away, you glance around his workshop-turned-living space. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the pile of covered canvases in the corner, but you decide against asking about them. Instead, your gaze shifts to the window, where something else catches your attention: a collection of more than ten portraits of yourself, lying on the windowsill.

You’re stunned by the sheer amount of time Sol must have spent on them. But the longer you look, the more unsettling details begin to emerge. Shadows that shouldn’t be there, distortions in your smile, and an uncanny intensity in the way your eyes are drawn.

When Sol returns with a stack of notebooks, he freezes, his expression shifting to fear as he notices the pages in your hands. He studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction, already calculating his next move.

“Is this… how you see me?” you ask, struggling to mask your unease.

A strange excitement flares in Sol’s eyes. “No… not yet. But I’m trying to capture you as you truly are.”

---

Sol begins to notice that each new portrait interacts with him in strange ways. If he stares at them for too long, the shadows on the drawings seem to shift. Sometimes, he swears he can hear you breathing through the canvas.

One night, he wakes abruptly with the unsettling sensation that someone is standing by his bed. For several minutes, he stares at your angelic face, only to watch it slowly twist into a grotesque grimace. You hate him. You despise him.

The nausea hits Sol like a wave. He stumbles out of bed, his breathing ragged, and for the first time in his life, he turns your portrait to face the wall.

---

Sol decides he needs the object of his obsession to complete the perfect portrait. He asks you to pose for him. You agree to be his model without much hesitation, and Sol is convinced this time he’ll succeed.

But every time he begins to paint, a strange feeling washes over him, as if he’s losing something vital. “This doesn’t look like you…” he mutters. “Why? You’re right here in front of me.”

You watch awkwardly as Sol grows increasingly tense and suggest taking a break. Frustrated beyond reason, he snaps. Tossing the canvas aside, he lashes out: “You’re hiding from me! Why can’t you just be real?”

Startled, you start gathering your things to leave. It’s only then that Sol realizes what he’s done. He stops you at the door, dropping to his knees. Tears streak his face as he begs for forgiveness, his trembling hands clutching at your clothes with a desperate grip. Sol has never been more broken, but you don’t listen.

You push him away and walk out.

Sol collapses to the floor, thinking to himself that he’s as good as dead.

---

Since that day, you haven’t answered his calls. He’s tried talking to you at college, but you keep avoiding him, always hiding behind Crowe.

Sol paces in circles around his apartment. He wants to tear his hair out. He wants to kill Crowe. He just wants… for you to love him. As much as he loves you.

He stops abruptly. The blank canvas catches his eye.

Sol decides to try painting you one more time. If you could see yourself through his eyes, you’d understand. You’d forgive him.

---

When Sol wakes up the next morning, his studio is empty. The only thing left is the perfect portrait.

His palm aches. He thinks he should clean the brushes to keep the paint (and blood) from ruining them. Finally, he understands what the previous portraits were missing.

He looks at the painting. Your image on the canvas seems alive. Happy. Only the eyes remain as dark and hollow as they were in the earlier sketches.

The silhouettes behind you move. They whisper to Sol. He listens to them.

He realizes there’s no point in chasing after you when his perfect version of you is already here. Right in front of him.

Now, at last, you can be together.

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.

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

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Peter:

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So, just to summarize. People keep subscribing. I'm a little confused by this. Because I think my English is unbearable. But if I can still write something that you like, then that makes me happy. Thanks for the support, cuties~

I have two requests. I'll answer one of them this weekend. If anyone wants, do not hesitate to write to me. These can be requests, your thoughts or ideas. We can also chat if you have questions for me personally. I am not a very active writer, but if this is not a request, then I will try to answer as soon as possible.

In addition, I recently watched the "squid game", so I have a desire to write Squid Game AU. Yandere Ladybug characters will fit perfectly into this atmosphere. Maybe someone has ideas for this.

100 out of 10. Thanks for writing this (/✧∀✧)/

Suguru doesn’t really do video games. He’ll indulge when you beg him with big, starry eyes, smirking all the while at Mario Party listening to your triumphant giggles when you steal his stars. He’ll take you to arcades, win you plushies and destroy you at rhythm games. It's all in the flick of the wrist. Then carries all your loot home like the proud husband he is. But he’s never been one to sit down and play for hours. He tried once, years ago, first-person shooters, of course. Everyone did. But the sounds, the sharp cracks of gunfire, left him cold and a little too quiet. Memories resurfaced, memories he'd rather forget.

So he gave it up.

Still, he doesn’t mind if you play. In fact, he likes it. Passing by the living room and see you curled up in blankets, your nose scrunched in concentration as you plant digital potatoes or chase random residents with so called gifts of diamonds and sashmi. Stardew Valley, you call it.

Suguru doesn’t quite get it. Bought you the switch to keep you at home a little more. Keeps you occupied when the twins are at school.

“You know,” he says once, teasing, “we have an entire greenhouse and a team of followers who would happily build you a chicken coop.”

You just hum, half-listening as you arrange little wooden fences on your screen. He smiles and leaves you be.

But then - then - he hears it. It’s a quiet little exclamation, nothing unusual. “Oh! I got the marriage achievement!” you cheer, completely oblivious to the shift in the air behind you.

Suguru, leaning in the doorway with a soft smile, slowly blinks. A furrow in the brow.

“…You got what now?”

You don’t even glance up. “I married Sebastian. He likes the rain. Kinda emo.”

His brow lifts, a dark arch, and he moves with feline grace, silent, slow, and now just a little too close.

“I see,” he murmurs, sliding onto the couch beside you, an arm wraps around you, violet eyes narrowing at the switch screen. “And tell me, love… who exactly is this Sebastian?”

You glance at him, suddenly wary of the dangerous lilt in his voice. “He’s just a character! In the game. He lives in a basement and hates socializing.”

A thoughtful hum before reaching out to gently tilt your chin toward him with two fingers. A smile full of warmth graces his lips, voice teasing at the edges. “So you’re telling me… you left me? Your loyal, doting, incredibly handsome real-life husband - for an unemployed basement-dweller who thinks brooding under clouds is a personality?”

You burst out laughing. “You’re being ridiculous, Suguru!”

He leans in, scent inxoticating from the incense, brushing his lips against your cheek, your jaw, voice low and honeyed. “You wound me. Truly. I thought we had something special. I remember our wedding so vividly. You, in white, glowing like the sun itself. Me, trying not to cry. Everyone watching us say forever.” He sighs, dramatic and dreamy, a pout adorning his lips. “And now you’ve run off with a depressed unemployed man named Sebastian.”

You wheeze. “Oh my god - ”

But he’s not done. He gently plucks the Switch from your hands and sets it aside. “No offense to the worm, of course. I’m sure he’s charming in a… rainy-day, ‘don’t talk to me’ sort of way. But I can offer something he never could.”

You blink up at him. Softly biting your lip to suppress the giggles. “And what’s that?”

Suguru leans in, eyes glittering, and says with a smile that could melt gold:

“Me. All of me. In the flesh. With actual muscles. And a bank account.”

You shriek with laughter, burying your face in his chest as he kisses the top of your head and cradles you close.

For the rest of the day, he keeps you snug in his lap while you try (and fail) to keep playing. Every time Sebastian appears, Suguru tuts softly and says, “Poor boy. Doesn’t even know he lost to a cult leader.”

And that night, when he’s curled around you in bed, he whispers, “You’re mine, you know. In every timeline. Even the pixelated ones.”

Though what you don't know is that he did secretly buy Stardew Valley on his own switch so he can marry you in game as well.

Second chance

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

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, noncon touching, noncon kissing.

Viperion strides forward, slowly approaching you. You look around in fright. There is nowhere else to retreat. He drove you to a dead end. There is no further escape from this alley. You will not be able to pass by the hero - not enough space. You lean your back against the wall.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you," the guy says softly.

He has a nice voice, but it doesn't help you get rid of the stress in any way. You are too scared by his previous actions. Where is Ladybug when you need her so badly? They finished with Akuma. Shouldn't she come to pick up his Miraculous?

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to touch."

Viperion speaks as if nothing strange is happening. He reaches out and gently strokes your face. You flinch. He's a hero. So why is he so creepy? The guy leans even closer, gently touches your face with his lips. Kisses are as light as a butterfly.

"Please don't." Your voice breaks. You sob. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Sorry." Viperion showered you with a mixture of kisses and apologies.

This apology is not sincere. You don’t understand what he’s apologizing for if he’s not sorry. If he doesn't stop. Your legs give way, but you don't fall. Strong hands are holding you. His body supports yours. Too close. Hot. You don't immediately realize that he is saying something again.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to control yourself. When I see you ... I want to do so many things."

Under the mask, Luka barely finds coherent thoughts to justify himself. Conversations are not his forte. It's much easier to express feelings through music. Or through actions like now. He's ashamed, but he doesn't want to stop. Along with the Viperion, something awoke in him. Something vile and disgusting. It, together with boundless love and care, fills the insides, reaches the edges, spills out.

"Let me do it honey. I promise you won't remember."

The hero intercepts your hand before you can hit him. His lips finally touch yours. Luka's world explodes into a completely new unknown melody. No other instrument in the universe is capable of producing such a delightful sound. Viperion has a hard time pulling away from you. You are absolutely stunned.

"I love you, my melody."

He looks at your face for the last time and reaches for the Miraculouse. There are a couple of minutes left. Just enough to deal with the villain.

"Second chance."

Viperion uses the ability. Now instead of you, there is a tense Ladybugin front of him. He is grateful to her. She entrusted him with the Miraculouse. While Viperion voices his partners the previously worked out plan once again, Luka fights with a sense of shame. He is not worthy. They shouldn't have relied on him. He let the Ladybug down and used the Miraculouse for personal gain. Then he remembers you again and the shame disappears. Time returned back. There is no need for him to be ashamed of something that actually did not exist.

This time, Luka will give up the Miraculouse after winning. But he will look forward to next time.

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca with a reader who wants to be in a relationship not with them but like in general, what would they do if they tried to ruin her relationship when she got one and she found out🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, deception, manipulation

Thanks for waiting! I continue to work on fulfilling requests. BUT I have to inform you that I will no longer accept new requests for ladybug. I don't feel inspired by this fandom anymore.

ADRIEN

-The day you confessed your love was the worst day of Adrien's life.

-Your best friend, your closest person, almost a family member suddenly ceased to be important to you.

-You started canceling appointments with Adrien to go on dates with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Adrien was so disappointed and angry. But not on you. You will never be to blame. This terrible man has entangled you in order to ruin everything.

-The first thing Adrien wanted to do was use Cataclysm on your boyfriend/girlfriend. It would be easier that way. Faster. But he didn't want to scare you.

-Adrien needed to be cunning.

-He stole tests from the principal's office and planted them in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bag.

-Your school is prestigious. Such an act will not be forgiven.

-The news of the expulsion of this parasite (as Adrien mentally called this person) made you cry. Adrien was very sorry, but he had to do it.

-A little later, you found one of the tests in Adrien's bag when you wanted to get his notes. It fell out and went unnoticed. Until this moment.

-He realized what happened when he saw the disbelief on your face and the damn test in your hand.

-You asked him accusingly what that meant. Adrien ran through ideas in his head in a panic. Classmates came to the noise

-And he came up with…

-They (the pest) must have planted it. They were jealous and wanted to frame Adrien.

-His classmates quickly supported him. (He always knew that his good reputation would come in handy someday)

-How can kind, dear Adrien be capable of such meanness?

-Your mistrust hurt Adrien. How could you doubt your best friend? That person is a bad influence on you. Perhaps you shouldn't date them anymore.

-You felt ashamed

-It’s hard to leave, but your friend is there. He will help you write a goodbye message for them. He'll even send it for you.

-Adrien will free you.

-Your friendship will be safe again.

LUKA

-Three days. For a whole three days, Luka waited and hoped that you pranked him.

-Hope disappeared when you introduced Luka to your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Luka still didn't understand how this happened. He was always there.

-Your happy face brought joy to Luka endlessly. He allowed this relationship to exist.

-He was ready to endure and listen to conversations about this person as long as it brought you pleasure.

-But the days passed, and you smiled less and less.

-Of course, your new boyfried/girlfriend became the problem.

-Luka began to unobtrusively push you towards breaking up. Why do you need a relationship in which your partner only upsets you?

-The guy’s patience finally ran out when you came in tears and said that you saw Him/She hugging someone else.

-If Luka were not a restrained person, he would have akumatized to take revenge. But you needed comfort.

-For the next couple of days, Couffaine stubbornly thought about getting rid of the obstacle once and for all.

-Your ex gave him the idea himself.

-They persistently tried to contact you. You didn’t want to communicate with him/her and gave Luka your phone so that he could delete the messages. Luka used this against him/her.

-Luka convinced you to block your ex on all social media. And the letter from the mailbox explaining that he/she hugged his cousin was replaced with another one - with threats. It was not difficult to fake the handwriting following the example.

-Photos taken without your knowledge were thrown into your school locker.

-No one could ignore something like this. Your parents finally went to the police.

-Luka invited you to stay with him while the trial is ongoing. His family didn't mind, and yours decided that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

-The guy felt bad that he had to scare you. He mentally promised to compensate you for all the ruined days.

-Everything was going great until you found all these damn pieces of paper. Copies of your ex's fake letter. Dozens of unsuccessful attempts to forge handwriting.

-Why? Why did you open this box? Why did he forget to throw it away?

-Luka was terribly upset. But he knew what he had to do. He has to correct his mistake.

-He pushed you into the closet, snatching the letters from your hands, and locked the doors.

-Luka hastened to get rid of the evidence.

-He'll think of something. Without proof, no one will believe you. He will say that you had a fight with him and after everything that happened, you are simply confused.

-He will tell you over and over again that there were no letters until you both believe it.

-Luka did all this for you. You will understand this. He will always protect your friendship.