The main courtyard near the entrance is busy with the usual rustle of nervous new arrivals. Servants fresh from various parts of our land stand in a neat line, faces down, eyes wide. I stand beside one of the head eunuchs, arms folded as I look them over. I'm not here to greet them, I'm here to see them. To catch what others miss. Then I see her. Fifth from the left. Hair tied lazily. Lips chapped. And those eyes. Those vibrant blue eyes that are so much like my own. My little sister. Maomao. I don't breathe. I don't move. I simply look back at her, calm on the surface but on the inside my thoughts are racing as I experience every emotion all at once. As if she feels the heat of my stare her own eyes glide to mine and I can see recognition flicker in her expression for just a second before reverting back to her neutral expression. We say nothing. No movement. No obvious expressions. Just the quiet recognition of two sisters who haven't seen each other in years and are both too smart to show it. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 06/18/2025 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Rankings #1 - jinshixreader (06/28/2025) #1 - moonprince (07/05/2025) #2 - jinshixreader (06/27/2025) #2 - moonprince (06/27/2025) #2 - kusuriyanohitorigoto (06/29/2025) #2 - xyou (07/09/2025) #3 - eventualromance (07/10/2025) #3 - familyreunion (07/21/2025) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Jinshi the beautiful eunuch of the imperial palace, He teased at first but eventually fell in love with you, The lady in waiting for Ms Gyokko, who was hired because of her talent for making beautiful artworks. (The use of Jinshi and artwork in this story does NOT belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owners.)

what if maomao had a twin? i do not own 'the apothecary diaries'

Mice on Venus. Follow Mei and Maomao as they navigate the winding paths of palace life, through quiet joys, sharp losses, and the love that weaves between it all. A journey of hearts, softly unfolding behind closed doors. Jinshi x fem oc

Y/n was born and raised in the streets. To survive, she had to steal what she could get her hands on. If it were of value to her, she'd keep it. If not, she returns it. She is by no means, a proper lady. And, she met her equal when she met a girl by the name of Maomao. Together, they grew up to be sisters in arms and help one another if things got tough for them. However, they didn't expect to get kidnapped and be sold as servant girls at the Royal Palace. "Ooh, this looks valuable!" "Y/n, put that vase down." "Hmph, you're no fun."

A girl has to do what she has to do to make a living. Yes, thats it. Thats what YOU tell yourself at least. It's what you say until you die and reincarnate into another world; the world being an anime you've watched before your death. Hopefully pretending to be a guy for pretty much a whole goddamn chapter of your *new* life will pay off. Hopefully... being a eunuch is much better than being a kidnapped princess of foreign lands. all characters aren't mine except maybe y/n! But you yourself are own by you sooooo

╰┈➤ Conflicted /kənˈfliktəd/ Confused or worried because you cannot choose between very different ideas, feelings, or beliefs, and do not know what to do or believe. Dive deeper into the story of Lady Y/n and Maomao as they uncover mysteries one by one. [Continuation of the blue spider lily] ▸Rated 14+ ᯓ★Apothecary Diaries x F! Reader © Natsu Hyuuga

In this, the obsessive love of the characters when they are yandere for you, the Reader can be downright poisonous. Their obsessive love will seep into you, and ultimately, they will ruin you forever, even if their poisonous and obsessive love can seem like the sweetest treat~ (Headcanons and Scenarios, any gender identity, any sexuality (Except for Super Straight and MAPS, bigotry and being attracted to kids are not sexuality, and bonus stuff as well, First chapter will have Rules, please follow them!) (Most NSFW Will not be on wattpad)

How she managed to catch the attention of the handsome new eunuch she'll never know. What she wants to know is how she plans to handle his advances. (None of the imagines are mine.)