A/N: You can tell i've read too many isekais manhuas/webcomics lol. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the trope of “knows your destiny, but destiny changes drastically by several different decisions”. When I have more time I’ll do some one-shots off this AU.
Yan!Twst Isekai AU
Pt.1 | Pt.2 Be Still, My Heart! | Pt.3 Oh, Woe is me...
Imagine being sent into Twisted Wonderland. You know the story and the plot. And so, you decide you're going to do what you can to stop any problems before they become an issue.
Easier said than done. It feels like the world is actively working against you when you try to hold back Grim from causing havoc, to you being forced to solve problems that, really, you were never equipped to handle, and of course, the emotional damage that comes after. Almost as if it’s programmed that way.
It’s a relief that you do know what to do, but it doesn’t take away the fear that threatens to tear out of your throat when Riddle overblots. You can only pray that Grimm, Ace and Deuce and whatever powers there are in this world can snap him out of it. A dreadful thought flashes in your mind as Riddle hurdles a tree that just barely misses you–can you die in this world?
You try not to dwell on it, resolving to try to comfort a shaken Riddle. You tell him that he doesn’t have to be defined by the rules that shaped his childhood, that he can do what he would like to do without being under his mother’s thumb. You’d like to think you’re helping, but that suddenly becomes your biggest regret when he demands your presence at the dorm constantly. Trey turns a blind eye when you plead with him to convince Riddle to let you be–instead handing you some tarts and tea and telling you to sit down with a chipper tone. Cater doesn’t help either; he just slings an arm around you and tells you to smile for both of your selfies. Surely Ace and Deuce will do something? No, even they start whining as soon as you try to say you have homework to do, stuff to tidy at Ramshackle, anything to just get you out of the suffocating grip they have on you.
So when the Magishift tournament begins, you’re more than relieved when Heartslabyul is also swept up in preparations, making it easier to escape Riddle’s overbearing demands to have tea with him everyday. Of course, Crowley’s asking for you to look after the culprit causing all the mayhem with the injuries, but you know where to go.
Well, you try to see if you can do something by talking to Ruggie but at this point he’s too closed off, sneering at your naivety and leaving you in the dust, panting and discouraged. Jack is no better and he has no reason to trust you, but it seems like he knows you’re just trying to do your best. So when you completely forget that you meet Leona by stepping on his tail, it’s not Ruggie distracting him, but rather Jack flying to your rescue. Quite frankly, it’s a little frightening. Was he supposed to be in this area in the game? The story continues as usual and the plan is a success–but it tugs on your heartstrings to see Ruggie so betrayed. So you don’t think much about giving him a sandwich and some bandages for his wounds, but you don’t see how his eyes glint as they follow after your figure towards a fallen lion. Leona was an asshole, but you understood his anger, how it feels to have all your efforts looked at as if they weren’t worth anything. So while he did threaten you multiple times in the past, you decide to be the bigger person and pat his head and tell him how cool he was for working hard.
Perhaps you should’ve known better. Known that these predators hunt in packs, and for once Leona is willing to utilize his power and strength if it means he can drag you off to the botanical garden to nap with him whenever he wants. Turning a blind eye when Ruggie comes over to you with food and smothering your personal space. Letting Jack drag you to their Magishift practices at the crack of dawn to show off to you. You’ve quickly become a nuisance to prey within a couple days.
There’s a cold realization that the game is deviating from its original course when the Leech twins seek you. They corner you as they smile menacingly, asking if you’re interested in getting help for studying for midterms. Luckily, the calls from the others make your escape, and for once you accept the tight hug that Trey gives you, not realizing he’s glaring at the twins snickering behind you. Riddle chases them off, but you’re left with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
Then the midterm scores are thrown up and your fellow classmates are dragged to Octavinelle’s den. You swear you see Azul’s eyes swiveling and focusing on you in the crowd of angry students, making you shudder and step behind Jack. You don’t feel any better when Azul calls you both out. It feels like he’s showing off to you how powerful he is; and it’s sickening. When you finally make the deal with Azul to free Grim and the others, it’s not the Ramshackle building he’s asking for in payment. No, it’s you. In exchange for many, you will be the bleeding sacrifice on the altar. Jack and Deuce nearly rip into Azul’s smug face, but you sign anyway, knowing there’s not really any other way to progress the story. From there it’s an onslaught–the Leech twins and Azul constantly harassing you, showing up to your dorm doors and pestering you in the hallways in between class. When you finally cave and beg Leona to let you hide out in Savanaclaw dorm from them, he smirks eerily as he ushers you into his bedroom without any usual complaints. Almost as if he wanted that. Somehow, the way Leona pesters you into sharing the same bed while Ruggie is shoving various snacks into your hands feels almost as bad as the trio bothering you. You don’t dare say that though, not with Jack providing you a wall to hide yourself behind when Azul’s pupils dilate weirdly or when Floyd’s grin stretches a little too wide.
The destruction of the contracts is cruel, but what you’re not prepared for is Azul having a complete meltdown while his tentacles are choking you, gripping you as the others try to beat him back. There's desperation in his eyes that you don’t remember before as you try to placate the mer, telling him he didn't need to rope and exploit so many to prove his worth. But it's not enough for him and you end up fainting within dark inky clouds.
When you come to, Grim is sobbing on your chest; but you’re even more unsettled that it’s Azul who’s sleeping next to you in a chair, hair completely out of place and dark bags sagging under his eyes. The door opens to the Leech twins and when they reach for you, you can’t help instinctually flinching back from their touch, something they notice with darkening eyes. It’s too late to mend faults though, when Azul wakes up and starts bawling with no abandon as he rapid fire asks for your forgiveness and that he will do anything for you. It’s pathetic, really. Since when did Azul start begging to be forgiven in the game? It’s enough to kindle your sympathy to at least say you don’t hate him and that it’s not a big deal (you want to say otherwise–getting choked by tentacles was not something you ever want to experience ever again), if only to make him stop clinging to you so tightly. Even Jade doesn’t pry off his housewarden, only nodding and agreeing, inviting you to Mostro Lounge so they can fix this grave error of theirs.
The one thing you don’t expect, however, is how crowded the cafe becomes on the day of your invitation to the lounge. You’re seated in a private booth with all the softest cushions but you notice Riddle, Ace, and Deuce glaring pointed daggers at Floyd laughing and serving you food casually(is that Cater and Trey as well?! Why do they look like they’re going to murder someone?!). Meanwhile, you swear you see Jade intercepting a Jack with high hackles while also sneering at Leona and Ruggie in another booth. A gentle gloved hand turns your face to look at Azul as he guides a spoon into your half open mouth, cooing at how adorable you look. (The room’s atmosphere seems to drop ten degrees colder after the action)
It’s scary, you think to yourself. You’d think there would be more fun to be had in a world that was so different from your own. But that was when you were behind a screen, safely in your bed. And now, as Ace and Deuce grips your wrists tighter to drag you to sit with them in history, Leona digging his claws into your lap as a silent warning while he naps, and Floyd’s hug quickly becoming bone-breaking, you’re wondering if you can even last between these intense, egotistical villains.
You only hope that the ending of this game you play comes soon.
yandere Corpse bride AU, where you're a undead person who died in their wedding attire and swore to be reunited with their spouse.
When Trey accidentally summons you after practicing his wedding vows to his fiance, he nearly faints when you stagger to your feet, covered in dirt and silk white tatters that barely cover flesh and bones. You happily accept the polished silver ring and trap him in a tight hug. It's much too late for him to get a word in while you babble about plans on whether the wedding venue should be decorated in white lilies or red roses. But he's too kind, and he can't find it in himself to squash the sparkling hope that lights your gaunt eyes, and so–
–he keeps quiet. His groomsman, an eccentric cat like gentleman who has a fondness of unsolvable riddles and mischief, merely grins widely when he hears Trey's conflicted explanation.
"The poor dear probably means no harm," he laughs and shrugs. "And if you help them, then they might be able to pass on."
Trey sincerely hopes so. From your overall look, it's clear that you've been dead for a good while, and although you refuse to talk about it, the gaping hole in your chest most likely meant that your death was not caused by natural means.
He comes to learn that you had planned to elope with your fiance, but somewhere along the way, you had perished waiting for them. Robbed of the meager gold coins you took to keep you and partner afloat, you were resigned to waiting for the day they would come back to your waiting arms.
He didn't plan on this. He thought it was just pity that kept him by your side, gently adjusting your limbs when they became askew from rot or making sure to fix your tattered wedding wear back to its original luster, with the help of an old teacher. No, it was not pity when he showed you how he baked cakes, watching with a soft smile as you admired wholeheartedly his frosting skills. It was not pity he felt when he let himself listen to you play elegant piano pieces, haunting melodies echoing off stone walls.
Somewhere, along the way, you had become endearing.
He doesn't think about the fiance who wonders where he must be, whose curiosity leads them to follow Trey to his meeting place with you. They are horrified, but most of all, outraged. How dare you take away their future partner? And that is indeed what they shout when they confront you when you're alone, shrieking about how you were a monster and taking someone else's husband away. Needless to say, you run from them in confusion and fear.
Is that really what you are? Just a heartless monster? The more you ponder upon it, the more you realize their words ring true as you try to search your memory of Trey agreeing to marry you. Anything that would have confirmed that he loved you. But it all comes up blank. There are no watery tears when you weep; but your ribs crack under the weight of your stuttering breaths, your lifeless body barely able to maintain your lively emotions.
And so, you decide to let go. Perhaps you can bear to love Trey, but you can't bear being the reason he couldn't love. When Trey comes to see you again, you quietly slip off the silver ring, still shiny and new, and hand it back to him. His face pales, worried confusion lacing his questions on if you changed your mind because of something he said? Were you mad at him for not staying longer with you the other day? You can only smile as he rambles on, and it's only when you clasp both his hands gently, he finally, finally, looks you in the eyes.
You apologize for everything: not asking him whether he wanted to even marry you, forcing him to spend time with you, making him acquiesce to your stubborn demands. It's a miracle you don't break down midway through.
There's a comforting pull when you laugh with tears in your eyes at Trey's horrified face. It's so soothing, there's barely any resistance, as pieces of you start flickering away, flesh finally rendering itself to dust, silk fluttering into petals that float away on the wind.
If you're lucky, you'll pass on before Trey grabs you in desperation, attempting to bring back dust and particles in hopes of making you stay. You can finally be free of your mortal coil and sorrows–even if you leave behind a man who spirals into madness and insanity. Cursed to roam the earth until he could find a way to join you in the afterlife and beyond.
–but if not, beware.
Death is not torture, it is repreive. Being forced to endure your flesh falling apart at the seams, while in the arms of someone who cannot see sense, is more agonizing than being able to accept your life and move on.
Yes, beware the man who has learned to love so fiercely, he's willing to defy nature's laws and whatever god is out there so you can remain his lovely spouse, for the rest of eternity.
Could I request service top reader x insecure Azul, we dumbify him as we ride his insecurities out of his mind, preferably fem reader! Plz and thank youu
★I'm All You Need★
Synopsis: Azul may care about what others think but ultimately, he'll only ever care for whatever you had to say.
Warning! Porn no plot, begging, obsessive behavior(?), forced creampie, dumbification, hints on tentacle sex, unhealthy perspectives
A/N: omg I haven't done dumbification at all! Thank you for this delicious request🙏
Azul has grown into a fine man, and yet, despite his confident demeanor, there are times where you could see his insecure self resurface. He doesn't self-deprecate; you know at least that much. But you also become aware when he starts feeling like the world is against him.
You managed to convince him to take a break in between his busy schedule, ushering him to sit on the sofa of his VIP lounge. “Dear, what are y—” Before he could finish his sentence, you placed a quick peck on his cheeks before hurrying to grab a bottle of champagne.
“You need to relax a little, Azul. Here, have something to drink.” You poured him a glass and handed it to him, smiling a little too wide for his liking. Much to his reluctance, he took a sip of it as you placed yourself behind him, massaging his shoulders to ease the tension in them.
Azul wanted to protest. He needed to finish a few more things before he could relax, but the feeling of all that tense muscle melting away had him moaning in satisfaction. You had always been good with your hands—treating him so gently and taking away all of his stress.
He barely noticed when your hands started to wander on his chest, removing the top buttons of his dress shirt to expose more of his skin. Your lips pressed kisses along his nape, nipping on the skin to leave a few of your marks.
“H-hey! Not there… Others will see.”
Ah, ever the conscious person he was—always thinking about what others might think. “Don't worry, I'll cover it with makeup.” The low whisper sent chills all over his body before stifling a gasp as your teeth sank into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Soon enough, Azul was stripped of his dress shirt. Your lips continue to leave hickeys on his shoulders.
Azul didn't even try to push you away, lulling his head to the side to give you more access. Sevens, he loved it when he had your attention like this. It didn't matter how others looked at him as long as yours was filled with unwavering devotion.
His little noises—pleas to feel more of you and whimpers of your name—filled the room. The tension thickened by the second as your hands kept exploring his now exposed torso. The more you touched him, the more he was convinced that you would only ever want him.
It seems like his begging has gotten to you with the way you moved in front of him, straddling him as you stole yet another kiss. However, fleeting kisses weren't enough for him. His hand roughly grabbed the back of your head to pull you into a searing kiss—tongue invading your mouth as you gasp.
Azul was a needy little thing; you knew that. It was predictable that he would start demanding what he wanted from you the moment you touched him. His body physically taking everything he could ever need from you.
“Please, I need you…” You could share that sentiment.
Your hands fumbled to unzip his trousers, hurrying to free his cock while his hands busied themselves removing your panties. His pants pooled at his feet as he gripped your hips, sliding your wet cunt on his aching dick.
“Fuck me… Please, want to feel you so bad!”
Azul has always had the tendency to become hyperfocused on the pleasure you give him. You barely even started, and all he could think about was your pussy clenching around him. Giving in to his pleas, you aligned the tip of his cock into your entrance before slamming yourself down.
There was no point in being gentle with Azul. You learned it was best to fuck him completely stupid.
“Sh—! Yes yes yes! More, need mor—sevens!” A few thrusts in and he was gone. His hips meet yours in an attempt to bury himself deeper into you. His hands stayed firm on your hips, pulling you down on his cock with force.
Shit, he was hitting so deep. You could practically feel him in your stomach. His desperation only served to heighten your own pleasure. “Ha—fuck! Like this pus-pussy? I—mmph! Only me… All y-you need is me.”
You shouldn't encourage his obsessive behavior, yet you found yourself thrilled at the idea that only you exist in his world. Other people's opinions don't matter when he has yours.
“Yes! Onl—ngh! only you… Always you!” Gods, the more he said it, the more turned on you felt. That's right, only you should ever be in his mind.
You could tell he was close. Azul was trembling, with his mouth spilling incoherent thoughts. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, he would always try to verbalize it, claiming that simply showing you wasn't enough. However, his mind can't keep up—not when you squeeze him so tight.
His hands scramble to grip something: your hair, the couch, his discarded shirt, anything that could ground him. You watched as Azul quickly began to unravel. The short breaths he took and his unfocused eyes told you enough. He didn't even try to thrust his hips anymore knowing you'd push him over the edge.
“I—! Clo-close, need to pu—”
No, he's not pulling out.
With a final slam of your hips, you could feel him emptying himself inside you. His cries become a symphony to your ears. Fuck, Azul was beautiful like this. All of his worries were gone, and all he could focus on was the pleasure you were giving him.
It took a while for him to completely drain himself, lying limp on the couch as he caught his breath. Your hands reached over him, grabbing a bottle of what looked like a transformation potion.
riddle's mom basically being a doctor has definitely fucked up his perception of his own health.
given her need for perfection from him, i doubt that any health problems he has (some of which would probably be caused by her and her crazy strict diet that a young child most probably should not be on) would be properly addressed, because she says he's fine, and he doesn't exactly have access to other resources because of her vice grip on him.
his mental health is definitely worse. with what we know for sure about her, she would probably deny any sort of psychiatric condition he could have, and again, he has virtually no way of getting help on his own should he realize that he does need it. at the very least, he'd have to go to one of the faculty members for help, and sevens know that he has too much pride (and need for control, and refusal of vulnerability) for that.
so he's just left there. rotting. because mumma says that there's nothing wrong with him. he can feel that there's something wrong with him, but what can he do? she won't listen to a word on the topic, not even a vague reference towards it. riddle has no wiggle room to sneak some sort of help unless he's at nrc, and that'd be an embarrassing mess to arrange. so he leaves himself to rot too.
