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yan! diasomnia + you sleeping over

yan x yan + ruggie, azul, malleus, leona, idia

yan! perv! trey clover feeding you

i clearly have a type lol. if it's not the main character it's definitely someonee with an older brother type, you know? or the best friend archetype.

: ̗̀➛ THE GOLDENHAIRED TRAVELER AND THE ELEVENTH HARBINGER…

There’s definitely a power imbalance in this relationship, and you’re not the pitiful one. Rather you and Lumine take turns pulling on the leash around Ajax’s neck, while the traveler has one hand around your waist as she coddles you. 

AJAX is exactly where he wants to be. Two beauties ordering him around like he’s a dog and he is exactly the sucker that everyone around him makes him out to be. He doesn’t dare pretend otherwise. Why would he? He believes that he’s the luckiest man on Teyvat being on every beck and call of you two. When someone accuses him of having no shame… well, they’re right! There’s no shame serving the two most ethereal beings to grace this continent!

He often comes home from a trip with silks and clothes and other extravagancies for the both of you to try on. It’s one of the highlights of his life to see the two of you, side-by-side, draped in his money. There was a time that he tried to buy the two of you lingerie… only to end up with him wearing it.

Then there’s LUMINE… she’s looks indifferent on the outside, but she never fails to make her affection known through actions. She’s always doing things for you— pulling out the chair, memorizing food for you, bringing you things without you needing to tell her. You couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. When she tells you ‘I love you,’ she’s as cool as ever, but the fondness in her eyes tell you that she means every word.

She likes taking advantage of Ajax, or Childe, as his Fatui position demands it. His high status means money (for her to spend), free trips (to see new places with you), and free muscle (to bring her belongings). It’s not a rare sight for his lackeys to see the two of you beside Childe during a mission, decked out in suits and furs that they could only dream of touching. He’s so head over heels though that he doesn’t mind (he encourages it, actually) being used like this.

LUMINE AND AJAX… well, they’re a dream to be with, but when left to their own devices they’re a riot. Literally. Leave them alone for a few hours and it will almost definitely end up with Ajax on the ground with a bloody nose. Just like he is with you, he’s forward with his affections to Lumine, but he’s also aware that she’s made of tough stuff, so he goes the extra mile to tick her off just to get beaten up.

Their duels usually end up with Ajax on your lap, a stupid smile on his dazed face as you clean up the blood on his face and Lumine towering over the both of you as she coolly looks down at him. You can tell that she enjoys the sight, both of her partners together like this, but she doesn’t say it out loud.

Just as soon as you hear Ajax’s thudding footsteps, he throws the door open and quickly flung himself onto you on the couch. He’s dramatically sobbing, hugging you tight as he nuzzles into your chest. “Lumine’s being mean to me again, [Y. Name]!” He whines, looking up at you with the widest puppy-eyes conceiveable. “She just stole my credit card like it was nothing and spent a whole million mora on clothes! Can you believe that monster!”

“You’ve spent more on us before,” Lumine dryly says from the doorway. She’s impatiently tapping her foot, glaring down at the shopping bags that he was previously carrying, flung from his hands the moment he leaped on you. “Hey, pick these up.”

As quickly as she issued the command, Ajax springs up and gathers the shopping bags to the side. There’s a faint smile on her lips as she watches her boyfriend eager to do as she says, and pats his hair once he’s over. “There’s a shawl there that I thought you’d like.”

“Spent a whole ten minutes fussing over the color,” Ajax supplied helpfully, earning himself a jab to the stomach. With the way he keels over, you can suspect that it actually hurt… or not, as he laughs it off. But Lumine’s blushing face as she averts her eyes, neither denying or confirming the claim, swells your heart with tender affection.

“Thank you,” you murmur, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Ajax whines about favoritism and mushes his cheek beside Lumine, who doesn’t to mind. The two of you’re looking up at you adoringly, and with a giggle, you press a sweet kiss to each of their lips.

YANDERE! LUMINE AND AJAX… isn’t as fun when their yandere tendencies rise to the surface. Both are possessive lovers, and while they both retain some sense of morality to not just kill anyone off, they do become overly passive-aggressive when someone just looks at you wrong or smiles at you weirdly. It’s understandable– look at you, perfect from head to toe! But by Morax does the situation become so tense and suffocating, just two armed people putting on the fakest smiles to whoever ticked them off as they grit out thinly veiled threats.

YANDERE! LUMINE isn’t the golden-hearted hero that the entire continent perceives her to be. She’s quick to drop anything that will get in the way of this relationship, indifferent towards anything that doesn’t benefit her or you. Before getting in this relationship, she might have had the leisure to help people out, but these days she’s not as pliable as she used to be. She has something to look forward to now, so when the situation becomes grave she’s quick to slip away and let the poor souls fend for themselves.

YANDERE! LUMINE isn’t aware of it, but you are— she’s prone to separation anxiety. You suspect that the situation with her brother has left her with a trauma she has subconsciously repressed, but you’re quite affected by it. After all, it’s hard not to become disturbed when she tightly grips onto your arm when you try to slip away for a drink in the middle of the night, shooting up to look at you with blank yet wide eyes just to make sure you’re still there.

You notice that Ajax isn’t the target of such behavior. You suspect that maybe it’s because he’s stronger and more capable of defending himself, but the inkling that she doesn’t trust you nags at the back of your mind.

YANDERE! AJAX is a mess. Although he acts like a pathetic fool even in front of everyone, it becomes worse when you’re left alone with him. He clings to you like a blanket, never letting go even as his hugs begin to suffocate or his affectionate pinches start to hurt. He knows you’re the weakest, but it seems like he can’t— or won’t— control his strength around you. He gets an earful about it from Lumine every time he gives you to her with a bunch of bruises, but that’s about it. You suspect that they both like the way your skin purples and blues, but only for them.

They are… prone to locking you up. It might surprise that the traveller— an icon of freedom and travel— would willingly seal away someone just because they didn’t want them to run away, but it’s the reality. YANDERE! LUMINE would willingly trap you in her Serenitea Pot if it meant being able to quell her fears, but even she is susceptible to Ajax’s gentle deterring. Still, you find yourself walking on eggshells around her, because the threat goes unsaid but not unheard: she can and she will lock you up the moment you think of getting away.

Although Ajax likes to play the good cop on the topic of locking you up, it’s only because he views it as a form of punishment rather than just doing it from the get-go. You’re his cutest, most beloved lover! How could he possibly make you unhappy by doing something as cruel as locking you up…! Oh, Lumine is so mean to you, isn’t she? He uses this sometimes to earn brownie points.

YANDERE! AJAX is fonder of using violence. Not on you, never! But his fingers get twitchy when he thinks that you’re in danger. In his line of work, there are people who will use you as a means to make him vulnerable (because like hell they were gonna overpower the Traveler). When Lumine isn’t around to stay his hand, you bet that his spear is going straight into that idiot’s socket. He knows that you don’t like seeing him all bloody, but he can’t help but run home just to check on you. Don’t resist his hug— even when the stench of blood makes you want to puke.

“I’m telling you, Mi, we can’t just lock them up for no good reason.”

Pressed against the door of your bedroom, you try to make out their conversation through the thick door. It’s one of those talks again. Ajax comes home in blood and Lumine’s paranoia spikes again, and they argue whether or not they should deprive you of one of your basic human rights. You hear Lumine’s heels click-clack smoothly across the floor, very obviously doing that pacing she does when she’s agitated.

“Well, you said it yourself! There are people out there ready to kidnap them just to get back at you!” It’s rare for the ever elegant woman to raise her voice, but she’s near-shouting right now. “They’re not safe out here! And it’s not like we’re locking them up— the Serenitea Pot has plenty of space to roam around. We need to at least keep them safe.”

“No.” Ajax’s voice is steady, the positions have been switched as he tries to ground her. “[Y. Name] is not…” Him, but he doesn’t dare set her off. “They’re not gonna run away at the drop of a hat. They’ve been here all this time, haven’t they? And besides…” You can’t run, you fill in the silence for him.

“They’ve been thinking it these days, I can see it.” Her voice grows louder. “They’re always averting their eyes whenever you come home bloody—”

“That’s normal—”

“I’m not done,” she says sharply. “They’ve been growing distant, like they’re trying to detach themselves from us. Not that you would know because you’re barely home.” Ajax keeps quiet at the accusation, but you feel the hurt from him, even if it was true. “I know Ajax, okay? I’ve seen these things before!”

It’s silent on the other door for a while, until Ajax lets out a deep, tired sigh. It’s always hurt him to argue with any of his partners, and this one was taxing him more so than usual. “Fine,” he says, relenting. “Say that maybe you’re not seeing things. Why don’t we just ask [Y. Name] ourselves?”

Lumine scoffs, thinking the suggestion stupid, but she doesn’t stop him from opening the door to your room. Before you can scramble back to your bed and pretend that you were asleep, Ajax stares down at you with a gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and Lumine pointedly staring at you behind him with her arms crossed.

“[Y. Name],” he says, kind yet strained. “I know you’ve been eavesdropping. So just tell me the truth, okay? Tell me that Lumine’s just being paranoid and overprotective so we can all put this behind us.”

You open your mouth, but your tongue feels like lead. You close it back up. Ajax’s face darkens.

“Please,” he says one more time, this time a command. For you to say the truth, for you to at least lie… anything. “Tell me Lumine is wrong.”

Behind him, Lumine’s golden gaze digs deep into your soul, daring you to try and lie in front of her.

: ̗̀➛ OPEN WIDE JUS LIKE THAT . yan! pervert! trey clover / male! reader

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ boohoo im sorry 😭😭 my mouth kink got the best of me.... im sorry uhuuhu i just really want his fingers on my tongue god,,, trey rghhh......

( 16+; sexual innuendos; reader called a 'boy.' ouuu shih im gunna buss i love u trey; not much yan going on ill be honest but he still lowkey twisted )

There was something deeply unsettling in the way Trey perceived you. He usually donned the mask of a friendly neighbor, an older brother who would gently greet you in the mornings and fix your hair when it was all mussed up. Not to say that you weren’t aware that he was a twisted individual; this is Night Raven College, after all. Still, things were often friendly and wholesome between you two.

But really! You clench your fists in your lap as you stare down the strawberry tart in front of your face. There’s nothing friendly (much less wholesome!) about the way he’s tapping— stroking?!— the spoon against your lips!

“Uh, um, Trey-senpai…” You stammer out, beet red. You refuse to look your green-haired senior in the eyes, feeling a rash crawl up your neck with how intensely he’s been staring at you. “I can feed myself…” You try to push the spoon away, but his hand, large and rough with calluses, places itself on top of yours. 

“Now, now,” he chuckles, gentle yet mischievous. “Why so shy all of a sudden? Come on, eat up. A growing boy needs all the nutrients he can get.

You don’t know what nutrients exactly you can find in a strawberry tart, dripping with glaze and topped with whipped cream, but you find yourself unable to retort. Has he always stared at you like this? Those warm yellow eyes gleaming from beneath his glasses, steadily watching every microexpression of yours as you continue to hesitate. It’s like… he’s expecting something. Waiting for something? But for what?

You hesitate again before deciding to forgo the unease in your nerves and open your mouth for him. Then, there it is— a spark of enthusiastic gleam in his eyes before he pushes the spoon and its tart into your mouth. You taste the strawberry first— freshly picked and bursting with juice, then the whipped cream cushioning the tartness, and finally the brown sugar graham as an added texture. It’s nothing you haven’t tasted before, but it’s still amazing nonetheless.

“Mmm~!” You sigh happily, closing your eyes in bliss. “Still got it, Trey-senpai.”

He laughs and withdraws his hand, gaze still lingering on your lips. “Well, I’d hope so. Especially since I’m baking almost every day.” His voice then lowers to a whisper. “Still as messy as ever,” he mutters. The strange allure of your senior’s deepened voice sends a tingle through your spine, and more so when he leans in closer. You’re frozen in place as Trey brings up his thumb to press down on your lower lip.

“You’ve got some whipped cream here,” he tells you, tapping your lip twice with his thumb. He finally locks eyes with you, no longer gentle nor mischievous. “You should clean up after yourself.”

“Lick it.”

Are you that susceptible to that husky voice of his? The whiplash of the older brother figure and the strange yet seductive man in front of you overlap, and you find yourself sticking your tongue out to run against your lip. The pink thing runs across his thumb, just the slightest second of rough warmth, before retreating into your mouth. His eyes darken.

“Sevens, you’re so fucking cute,” he mutters. He pulls down on your lip, forcing you to open your mouth, and he inspects the aftermath of his tart. Whipped cream spread on your lips, still bits of strawberries here and there… and more importantly— he flicks his eyes upward— those wavering eyes of yours, looking straight up at him with puppy-like confusion. 

His lips curl in a cruel grin, shedding all his usual gentleness. “Want some more?” He asks. You try to say something, but find it awkward with his thumb pressing down on your mouth. He notices this and chuckles lowly. “Ah, no need for words, pet. Just a simple nod will do.”

You do just that, and he laughs again. “Good boy.” Setting aside the rest of the tart, he scoops up a clump of whipped cream and brings it up to your lips once more. “Now, stick that tongue out for me. I wanna see something.”

Crowley: shet things are getting out of hand 😐. What should I do🤔?

Crowley: Yeets Yuu to RSA

Yuu: I can finally leave 🥹 Martha, I'm coming home sweetie (happy that their out of NRC). 😨 I'm back at the fucking building!!??? (Them finding out that RSA just the same as NRC just different font). Anyways sorryyyy if I'm rambling too much but I just wanna say I really love the story and hope that you continue it. And if my English is bad then sorry if it's hard to understand.

And I find it ironic that the twst cast wants mc to stay in twst but they dont make any effort to make mc actually want to stay in twst. No one tries to make mc comfortable and at home in twst or even familiarize mc with the things in twst, they just expect mc to just accept and live with it😭Maybe its because the twst cast believe that there is no way back home and mc is stuck in twst so making an "effort" by making mc want to stay is a waste of time if mc was gonna be stuck in twst either way due to the lack of spells regarding dimension traveling .

One might argue malleus and silver made an effort, but I feel thats not the case, they try to find the "things" that make mc want to go back home in hopes in replicating it in twst, but they dont or try to understand the reasons "why" mc wants to go back home. (I hope that makes sense lol) and that will be the reason why the twst cast will be NEVER be able to convince mc to stay if there was way back home.

(hypothetically speaking if i were to send a longggggg ask detailing how much I love the way u wrote mc in nbt, would that be ok? Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）)

i like how you caught on to the blatant lack of effort from everyone lmao. there was no chance to spell it out for the reader, but i wanted to get it across that no one actually believes that reader can go back home . therefore, why should they make an effort to understand the world they lost?

"making an effort" award goes to silver who's always been understanding of their circumstances. malleus, hmm... the only reason he keeps coming back to that dreamscape is bc reader is always unhappy in the dreams that he wants for them. sigh sigh malleus u selfish bastard...

Would I be able to request a yandere reader x yandere character trope with Ruggie, Leona, Idia and Malleus? I dont have a particular context to how I want it to play out ttb. I think you write yandere fics rlly well, and I've always loved the yandere x yandere trope, so I'm shooting my shot ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅

: ̗̀➛ MB, DIDN’T KNOW YOU WAS CHILL LIKE DAT. yan! ruggie, leona, idia, malleus, azul

sometimes you gotta pull out all the stops to make your darling never leave your side, no matter how extreme. you’re prepared for screaming, crying, and begging, but what you really don’t know is your lover is just chill like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ [+ MAY I REQUEST A YANDERE X YANDERE W RUGGIE, IDIA, MALLEUS, LEONA AND AZUL PLS?? (seperate) Context you decide? 😞] oops idk if readers were yan enough in some parts, but this was a nice fit to my chill reader series!

( breaking n entering; idia is a creep godbless 👍; cctvs; kidnapping; shackling; readers are not right in the head; love potions )

The last thing RUGGIE thought he would be coming back to his room to was you stuffing his clothes in a bag. The other last, last thing that Ruggie thought he would be coming back to was you staring at the laundry in his hands, pointing at them, and shamelessly asking if you could have them.

“Did you…?” He doesn’t even know where to start. “Did you just break into Savanaclaw just to steal my clothes?”

“Did you break into my dorm room last night to rub your scent all over my sheets?” You counter, and Ruggie sheepishly looks away. “The answer is yes. Now are you gonna give me those or not?” A bit perplexed at the situation, Ruggie finds himself handing over today’s laundry to you. You look satisfied and begin putting back the clothes you just stole back in their place.

Dazed, Ruggie sits on the edge of his bed to watch you smooth out his clothes and put them on hangers. “So, what…?” He starts. “Y– You like me?”

You turn around and give him an ‘are you stupid?’ look, which he thinks isn’t fair. You were in no position to be looking at him like that when you were the one caught stealing his clothes! “Did it have to take you catching me red-handed to finally realize it? I thought we were doing this in mutual agreement. I thought that you broke in and rolled over my sheets before I came home, and I came here to steal your clothes. I really thought we had something going on.”

He scoffs in perplexed amazement. “Y– You thought that that was just a normal thing we had going on?!”

“Normal, schnormal.” You wave off his incredulity. “Every couple has their own quirks. Ours just so happen to be breaking and entering. No biggie.”

“We’re not a couple!” He exclaims, dumbfounded. He doesn’t realize how eerily still you become mid-hanging. “I only just found out that you’re the one behind all the missing clothes. All this time, I just thought it was some asshole—” 

You turn around, a dangerous look in your eye. The grip you had on that hanger was so strong that it was looking less like an appliance and more like a weapon in your hands. “So, you don’t love me?” You ask, deadly low.

Ruggie’s ears flatten, and he quickly shakes his head. “No, boss. Yes, I love you, boss.”

As fast as lightning, your face becomes smug and satisfied as you return to hanging the rest of his stolen clothes. “Good boy. I’ll see you tomorrow morning in the Hall of Mirrors.” You pause. “Or you’re dead.”