#yandere azul ashengrotto

yandere!octatrio + reader with a vision(genshin impact)

vision - cryo

azul wants your vision. he hates that it gives you power over him. but he can’t do anything, especially when you’re smart enough to find ways around accepting his contracts.

ehhhh? koebi-chan has whaaaat now? well, floyd’s even more interested now. it just makes it easier to tease you, especially since the little shrimpy is so introverted~ he doesn’t mind getting frozen by you, since he can just break out of the ice, either way. that’ll cost you a squeeze or two though~

jade isn’t worried about it. after all, you’ve no reason to use it against a gentleman like himself. and if you do, you’re in for quite a surprise. 

apologies for the inactivity, everyone! i had to take a break from things because of unexpected busyness! have something no one asked for as an apology, and i hope you all are having a good day!!

title: sorry

pairing: yandere! azul ashengrotto x reader

tw: yandere content, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, manipulation, drugging, kidnapping

There was always something behind that smile of his. It was hard to notice, but the sly grin of Azul Ashengrotto often hid something from you, and you wanted to find out what it was. 

You certainly had to admit he was beautiful, clever, and extremely stubborn. Hell, you knew it even before you’d faced him in a state of Overblot. The stubborn part was more during and somewhat after, but it does take determination to go through a hundred years of test questions and answers in order to put together a study guide thatcomprehensive. 

Having to take care of Grimm and the other first years is tiring in it’s own right, and the Mostro Lounge wasn’t the best place to try to relax with how rowdy it could be lately. Simply put, even if you wanted to try to see what was behind that sly grin, you did not have the time or the energy. Azul was generally okay to hang out with, on good days, but this was not one of your best ones. Things had been hellish lately, and now, the rest of your first year friend group and yourself were washing windows because of yet another fight between Grimm and Ace. 

“Neither of you really know how to hold back, do you?” you asked as you finished up your portion of windows. Your group of seven had divided the work easily, with Ace and Grim each handcuffed to someone who would make sure they did their jobs. You originally worried about Epel vanishing as well, but he was fine with doing the work. Not that it was really a surprise. 

You sat down and took a swig of water, laughing a bit as you watched Grimm under Sabek’s stern and watchful care. It gave you a break from having to actually watch him. You were the only one done, although you’d volunteered to take the most windows. Deuce, Sabek and Jack were vehemently against it, so it was split evenly. It didn’t take Epel long to finish either. 

After about an hour and a half and having to catch Ace and Grimm using a rope, bait, and a spoon(yes, a spoon) to get them to finish their twenty each, which took up almost an hour, you were all done, and could go do what you wanted in peace. 

Epel had to complete his beauty routine before Vil decided to tie him down and force him, Jack went to go train, and Sabek had “something to do.” Therefore, you decided to go with the other three to the Mostro Lounge. It was on Deuce(in your case), since he was grateful to you for not sticking him on “A/G Duty.” You were thankful for that, considering how your “generous” headmaster was so stingy with your allowance.

- 

It didn’t take long to get there, and you had to admit that the atmosphere was nice. You hardly expected Azul to come out and seat a group of first year himself, especially when he really did have quite a lot on his own plate between requests and managing the place. Still, he did a damn near flawless job. Once your table was sat down, it didn’t take long for them to get on your orders. 

You ordered your favorites off the menu, simply because you didn’t feel the need to change it up suddenly. You didn’t expect what would happen after your group had left. Everything seemed normal. Even how you sunk into your bed, ready to receive another prophetic, yet cryptic, nightmare. But… that didn’t happen. 

Your sleep was dreamless, and it was far too early to be going to bed.

-

When you woke, you weren’t in your bed. It was too soft, too plush to be your bed in Ramshackle Dorm. The sheets were too high-quality, and they were a light lavender color. You groaned softly and sat up, your head pounding. Normally, Grimm slept on your legs at night, so him not being there solidified your suspicions. You spotted him by his little ear fires in the dim lighting. 

“Ah, so you’re up, little minnow,” you heard from across the room. You looked up and just barely saw Azul’s silhouette, although it was hard to mistake his voice for anyone else’s. “I do hope Floyd was gentle while he went to grab you for me.” You watched him come closer, feeling a chill down your spine, although the room was kept at a decent temperature. You backed up until your shoulder blades pressed into the bed’s headboard and Azul continued to contentedly crawl forward. You hadn’t noticed it before you’d tried to crawl away, but you heard the clatter of chains around your ankles, although your wrists were free, but only for a moment. 

The weight of Azul’s arms pressed into them as he laid his head on your shoulder. His eyes shut softly and he sighed, as if relaxing for the first time in a long time. 

“You’re finally here, thank god. I couldn’t wait anymore. I need you here.” 

His voice was weak, and hardly above a whisper, but you knew it was going to be difficult to escape. You wanted to thrash and scream at him, push him away and demand he let you go back to your dorm, but one look into his tired, sharp eyes told you trying it would only end in pain for you. So you did something that would have been instinctive, if he hadn’t just admitted to be the one behind your kidnapping. You slid your hands from under his and hugged him softly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner.”

General Sentient! Twisted Wonderland Headcanons

• It all starts with the glitching when you switch characters; the brief flashes of anger or disappointment when you change your home screen character to someone else that isn’t them
• Then it’s oddly personal home screen messages; messages that shouldbewritten in Japanese… but for some reason, are wholly in English (or whatever your first language is)
• Next, are the higher rates of getting their cards in a draw, and appearing as a special event card when they shouldn’t be
• Within several events, your card inventory is stocked with pretty much allthe cards they could offer (if only they could give you more…)
• During lessons, whether or not they’re the focus character, for some reason, they’re the only one getting EXP, regardless whether you’re using an item or not
• They do let you use other characters’ cards for these events though (It’s a shame that’s one of the few parts of the game they can’t control)
• It all gets weirder and weirder and every time you open up the app, you just can’t seem to shake the feeling that you’re being watched
• Soon enough, they’ll lose patience. Being trapped behind the walls of code and your phone screen is just sofrustrating
• Be careful, or reality will soon be whatever they want it to be

[Unedited; Just a splurge i wrote at 2am]

A/N: Inspired after I was looking through my card inventory and realised… why the heck do I have so many Octavinelle cards??? (Azul in particular) They’re not even my favourite dorm lmao (not saying that I don’t like them or anything… I’d just be super wary of them irl so my natural instinct is to detach myself from such characters haha…). Still kept this as general as possible though.

Title:Collection | 1.3k words

Description: Azul didn’t think much of you at first, but now that you’ve intrigued him, he has to know everything he can.

Pairing: Yandere!Azul x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Masturbation, Obsessiveness, Azul steals your things, Degradation (towards himself), General pervertedness, He needs to submit himself to you

Azul knew what he was.

He didn’t want to define it, because that would mean confronting his problem directly, but he still knew all the implications of what he was. If people knew, they’d be revolted. Azul even bet that his teachers would be heavily concerned and his friends would almost certainly shun him.

Azul bet… that even his younger self would be absolutely appalled at what he had become. And thinking about something like that would almost be enough to revert him to normal, to change him back into the upstanding Octanivelle dorm leader that he was meant to be.

But Azul would rather die than do that.

It hadn’t been a sudden change. Azul had once considered you a normal, credible student. In fact, he found your situation somewhat endearing. Here you were, a magicless prefect amongst a pack of wolves, with only the shoddy protection of a tomcat to keep them at bay. He thought you would be excellent fodder for one of his contracts.

Hethought.

Never did he think he would become the prey when he so clearly had the advantage. But you had convoluted with that stray from Savanaclaw, and you broke through his plans, the barrier that had been holding him so tightly together. You unwound him like a spool of thread until he was nothing but a sobbing mess by the end of it.

It was then that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop thinking about what you were up to, who you were talking to. Were you changing lives like you did his? Did you even remember the ‘Azul’ that you had saved? He wanted to learn more about you, become closer with you.

It was a harmless approach at first, merely offering discounts at the Mostro Lounge, asking if you were struggling in any of your classes. You would look at him like you knew what he was playing at, but Azul was content with the fact that you truly did not. If you really knew how deep his desires ran, you would have filed a restraining order by now.

His early offers of generosity then morphed into acts of kindness. Azul did all he could to worm his way into your life. Walking you to class, reserving a booth for you, helping you study, any excuse he could formulate to spend more time with you he put into motion. And you were none the wiser.

Your friends, however, thought it was funny how the two of you would spend so much time together, how you began to insert Azul into the conversation on a day-to-day basis. It became more obvious to them with each passing day that Azul was fond of you. Yet just like you, they only saw what was on the surface, and Azul intended to keep it that way.

In his room was his own personal safe, and should anyone find out what was inside, there would be no doubt in his mind that his responsibility and state of mind would be brought into question. He hadn’t meant to take these pictures of you, but you were never aware when he took them so why did it matter? Sometimes he caught you dozing off in class, or out in the botanical gardens. Sometimes you were stretching in gym and if he told himself that if he didn’t capture you in that moment, he knew he would regret it. Other times, on the rare occasions you would invite him to Ramshackle, he would take every opportunity to snap pictures of your room when you weren’t looking.

Those were the instances he loved the most. When he was surrounded by your scent and the things you’ve touched. It took every bit of strength he had not to strip himself bare and ensnare himself in your sheets.

In the end, he would always settle for a quick excursion to the bathroom, immediately snatching the towel that hung behind the door and burying his face in it, breathing deeply. His heart raced, entire face flushed as his eyes would roll to the back of his head. He would cling to the towel as if it were a lifeline, vigorously pumping himself to the thought of you like he had done a million times before. He could have suffocated with how hard he pressed his face to the fabric, but he honestly couldn’t have thought of a better way to go at the time. Even after his session, he had to refrain from going a second round when he spotted your toothbrush on the sink. He could barely believe how hard you made him with just the thought of tasting you alone. Even so, he indulged himself just the slightest and decided to pocket the brush. You’d be confused as to where it went, and possibly skeptical of him, but there really wouldn’t have been a logical reason as to why you would accuse him of taking something so insignificant, so he really wasn’t worried.

And most nights, after locking the door to his room, he would take all the things he’s collected over the past couple of months and dump them on his bed. Pictures, eating utensils, napkins, underwear, strands of hair safely tucked inside a plastic bag, socks, loose threads from clothes, even old homework assignments. Azul indulged in it all. It was his favorite pastime to touch each one of these things, to smell them, to taste them. He’d take off his clothes and relish in the feeling of being surrounded by everything that was you. And ever since he had secured your underwear, he had been putting it on and palming himself through the faded material, wondering what you would say if you ever saw him like this. You’d berate him no doubt, call him sick, call him a pervert.

Azul scrambled to find your toothbrush before hastily shoving it into his mouth, almost gagging on it in the process.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“ he’d quietly plead, working himself even faster. “Please- I’m sorry… I can’t help it…”

He’d imagine you scoffing at him, calling him a pervert again and demanding that he repeat it for everyone to hear.

“I- I—“ he choked on the toothbrush, saliva dribbling down his chin as his back arched and toes curled. No matter what, he wouldn’t cum without your permission, not when you hadn’t permitted it yet. “I’m just- I’m just sick! I love you so much! I’m a pervert only for you! Pleasepleaseplease—! Please, I need to-! I need to—!“

In his mind’s eye, you called him filthy, called him a slut for your attention. Azul eagerly agreed with all of it, his short, heavy pants filling the air as his body wracked with sobs. From all over, the tips of his fingers and lips tingled from exertion, body burning with heat. His cock squelched with every jerk of his hand, the material of your underwear thoroughly soaked through.

Azul wasn’t sure when he had thought of it, but somewhere through his haze did he finally get his permission from ‘you’, your expression resigned with the fact that while he was disgusting, you would put up with it for now.

Azul smiled like he had never been happier in that moment, his hips jutted from the sudden release as spurts of his cum leaked past the hem of your underwear and coated his hand. Blissfully fucked out of his mind, he laid there for half an hour reveling in the imaginary idea of you smoothing back the hair from his sweaty forehead. He imagined you cooing, telling him how pretty he looked in your underwear and his own cum. Telling him that he was your good boy because no one else would want him for who he truly was.

He wholeheartedly agreed, soon watching as the rose-colored scenario faded from view and he was left with the mess he had made. Tiredly, he rolled over to pick up one of the many pictures of you he surrounded himself with. With a motion so gentle, he brought the picture to his lips before cradling it against his cheek.

One day, he assured himself, he would be able to do this for real.