Ppoison Stories

[ YAN! Gachiakuta ] [ ANGST ] [RENEW] 𓏲ּ𝄢 "Can I please breathe in?" 𓏲ּ𝄢 Reader x Yan! Gachiakuta 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 You always spent your time in the cleaner HQ, making poison and tasting them. Your body grew stronger and developed a resistance. But not just that, you grow obsession towards it, too. [Im not a writer, so please dont expect much from me]

Based off of my own original character, Dokusei lives in Japan, a wanderer, an outsider searching for rest. This is her story.

"You will always be a replacement to His Highness' death daughter". I was never sure of why I was in a place where it's hard to enter and yet also harder to leave. In my dreams, I dreamt about a princess life in the palace but I was wrong. The red strings of love was replaced by blood shed just for a single chair. The love story I've been daydreaming were just political tools and weapons.