Author B.

Hiya! You can call me the Author.

I'm here to give you an escape from life no matter how long or short. As well as providing comfort from your favorite characters.

Hope you have a great day/night

Masterlist

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I will mainly write with AFAB/Fem reader or GN reader though sometimes I write Masc reader

I have two different blogs(the links will be at the very bottom):

Trio of the Fog is for my OC's and their world

The Klovetvine one is for sharing information about me beyond being a writer. I also will move all the x me fics over there.

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𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠:

Genshin Impact

Twisted Wonderland

Ortho is strictly platonic

Welcome Home

Including different aus

Creepypasta

Slenderman is strictly paternal/platonic

Black Butler

Specifically the main cast and a few side characters

Ouran Highschool

Epic the Musical

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What You Will Find On This Blog

WLW

MLM

Comfort for:

Self Harm, Sexual Assault, and Eating Disorders

What You Will Never Find Here

Pedophila

Racism

Homophobia

Sexism

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@trio-of-the-fog

Featuring: Roy and GN Reader

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TW: Possibly Suggestive

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Bunny Bounce Club Playlist

The Bunny Bounce Club is an original work of Cup of Dusk Voices. If you enjoy this, I recommend you go show your appreciation, and go check out his channel.

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After meeting Vox Akuma a couple weeks ago, you didn’t stop by for a couple of months, Roy was missing you extensively. He had grown used to his VIP’s presence. Even the manager mentioning a new host didn’t bring up his mood. All the other hosts were whispering about it, going quiet when Roy would walk by, glancing at him while they talk.

Though he was surprised when he saw you in the club before it was open.

"My Dear? What are you doing here?" And in such an outfit..." His eyes widen, looking you up and down, extremely caught off guard.

"Michaela didn't tell you? I'm the new host. Well, at least a host in training." You tilt your head, a soft smiling gracing your face.

"That sly woman... No she didn't mention it."

"Huh, Michaela told me she briefed all the hosts."

"So that's what they were all whispering about." His eyes narrow, his voice going low.

"Oh Roy, won't you grace me with a smile?~" You put the tips of your pointer fingers near the corner of your mouth, mimicking a smile. Taking a step towards him, you place your fingers on the corners of his mouth, forcing him into a smile. It's almost like his skin melts at your fingertips, his smile seems so natural.

"So touchy with me now that you're a host, dearest."

"I'm merely making sure your spirits are lifted."

He looked at you, really taking in the uniform, it was similar to his except without the jacket and collar. Yours was a black one with lace details on the top, white satin gloves, black thigh highs with pink bows and your shoes were black Mary Janes. The bunny ears on your head were this odd mix of black and pink.

"It's certainly working."

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Roy observed how you interacted with new guests. Your confident and charming, the guests were practically eating out of the palm of your head, they were enticed by how casual and bright you could be to only switch and be alluring and confident.

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"My darling guest, has anyone ever told you how bright and alluring your eyes are?" Your voice gets lower and seductive, you almost have a guest's chin in your hand. You’re sitting on top of the back of a booth, the guest looking up at you similar to a dog asking for scraps. The guest shakes their head.

“What a shame. People can be so blind to the beauty that graces their eyes.”

Your ordering phone goes off, signaling the guests drinks were ready. You suddenly smile and kiss the back of their hand, the poor guest turns bright red.

“Ah, I’ll be right back darling. Don’t miss me to much.” You get up, walking over to the bar, nodding at Marcel before walking back over with a tray.

“Here are those Bunny High Balls and a Golden Hour for ya.” You smile at the group of guests.

“Who’s the bunny boy ?” One of your male guests points behind you. Turning your head you see Roy walking closer.

“This is one of the clubs best hosts and my personal favorite, Roy.”

“Your favorite? Why you flatter me, my dear.”

Featuring: Lilia Vanrouge and Fae GN Reader

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TW: Death of a loved one and Child loss

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You knew it was going to happen eventually. They were human after all, their lives are short, nothing compared to Faes.

You sat quietly in the grass, placing flowers on top of the gravestone, the cold stone grazing your hand. A picture of your child rested against it, a bottle with cinnamon incense sticks lit sat next to it. Their death still stinging after nearly 300 years.

“So this is why you told me to bring flowers.” A solemn voice says from behind you. You nod unable to turn your eyes away from your child to see your dear friend Lilia Vanrouge. He was there when you first became a soldier. The two of you working alongside each other for years, an unstoppable duo.

“Humans lives are too short.” He walks closer, setting the bouquet of yellow tulips, black roses and white chrysanthemums onto the ground, the colorful petals resting against the stone.

“Lilia.”

“Hm? Yes?”

“Do you think this pain in my heart will ever go away." You clutch your chest, your eyes becoming misty, vision blurring.

"No, it will always be a dull throb."

You hum in response, deep down knowing the answer.

"You never did tell me how you found them."

"It’s a long story."

"Well we have nothing but time." He sits next to you crossing his legs, his eyes sparkling with interest. You go quiet for a minutes, the night breeze leaving behind whispers.

"It was nearly 400 years ago, I was barely into adulthood, and I thought I would take on a human pet. So I did. At the time you could merely buy a human pet, so I went to a shop. I looked at all the children and the one that stuck out to me was the littlest one. My little star was the cutest little bundle of joy. Over time they became even more lively, though they had their problems. They used to find the dark frightening and would make me sit with them throughout the night.” You smile, staring off into the sky with a wishful, solemn look.

“Ah, similar to Sebek. He used to demand for me to check under the bed and in the wardrobe for monsters.” He chuckles, his laughter similar to a bell.

“Children are so…soft and naive when they’re young. It’s those moments that you think about for the eternity of their lives. It’s what you see when they’re all grown up when they finally achieve their dreams.”

He hums in response.

“In fact when my little star finally got that job they wanted, all I saw that day was a memory from when they were about 2. They had just had come back from being outside and had brought me this little shell from a snail. It was adorable, they had the biggest smile on their face, ear to ear.” Your smile was no longer solemn, it was a genuine happy smile. Lilia can’t help but smile, he hadn’t seen you smile in a while, not a genuine one anyway.

Featuring: Modern | Partner | Grell Sutcliff and Fem Reader

TW: None, Fluff

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You and Grell were simply enjoying your time at the mall. Grell, of course was in her favorite red sweater and black pants, her long hair up in a messy bun. While you were in a simple t-shirt and cargo pants.

“Dove, how many more stores are we going to? My arms are starting to hurt.” You whisper, arm full of shopping bags.

“Just a few more stops, darling.” Grell pats your head already walking into the Victoria’s Secret. Sighing, you following after her, knowing that a few more stops could take her at least 2 more hours.

In about 5 minutes, she has already wandered off staring at the cami sets. You stand still by a decorative plant, pulling out your phone and scrolling social media. You avoid looking around knowing the various mannequins in lingerie that will meet your eyes.

“What do you think about this one, love?” She snaps you out of your thoughts holding up a bright pink lace trimmed cami set.

“Hm? Oh, it’s very nice, Dove.”

"It's in... Pop Pink." Grell suddenly smiles.

"Ah, well it will look wonderful on you."

"On us you mean."

"Huh?" You raise a brow, putting your phone in your purse.

"I'm getting us matching ones." Her eyes are practically sparkling.

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Featuring: | Boyfriend | Ben Drowned and GN reader

TW: Depression, Burnt out and Attempted Suicide

This work contains sensitive topics. Please take care of yourselves.

National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255

Iron Rich Foods

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You are empty, numb, feeling as if the world is getting dark around the edges and going to swallow you whole. You didn’t cut it right and now here you are, in your room, curled up in bed, with horribly bandaged wrists, staring at the wall, at 1 am. You were discovered by your elf of a boyfriend about 10 minutes ago in the stale air before he abruptly left, maybe he realized he could escape or that he finally saw you for what you were, a disgusting nobo-.

“Hey, baby. How ya feeling?” Ben suddenly appears,his voice quiet as mouse, a med kit in hand.

You shift under the covers, bringing your blanket closer to your face, anxious that if he sees everything he'll find you revolting.

"Like shit." You finally respond, your voice raspy from crying.

“I know, sweetheart. It'll get better soon.” He floats over, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Can you sit up?” He rests his hand on your shoulder.

You slowly pull yourself up, your body aching, letting out a soft groan. Ben pulls you closer by your hips. You lean against him, your head resting on his shoulder. He pets your head.

"Is it okay if I clean the cuts?" Ben quietly asks, voice soft like the background piano in a lullaby. You nod. Gently, he takes your wrist and sets it in his lap while he opens the med kit, undoing your sloppy bandages, revealing the deep, jaggaed cuts.

“Fuck.. this is bad, babe. This needs more than a simple antiseptic.” His hands shake. You look up at him with this empty stare, when he sees your eyes, his heart breaks.

"This needs medical attention." Ben whispers, starting to gather you in his arms, you squirm knowing what's coming.

"I-I don't wanna!" You struggle, pushing your hands against your boyfriends chest. He lets you, feeling how weak you are from the loss of blood.

"I know you don't want to, but you have to. This is beyond my skill level." He picks you up, carrying you like you’re a koala bear. You hold on tight, burying your face into his shoulder. Eventually, you make it to Nurse Ann’s office. Ben pushes through the door without a second glance, cause Ann to bolt up from her chair.

“Ann, do you think you could fix ‘em?”

"Goodness, what happened to them?" Ann walks over to a sink on the right of the room. Ben sets you down at the sink, keeping a hand on your back. You wince slightly, feeling weak on your feet.

"They've just been dealing with some stuff."

Ann glances at your wounds and nods slowly, even though both of them know it's more serious than that. She has you hold your hands over the sink and pours saline over the wounds, before carefully wrapping your wrists.

“You’re doing so well. Just keep breathing, baby.” He whispers praises in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I'd give them a blood transfusion but we don't have any currently. So instead make sure they eat iron rich food." Ann bows her head walking back to her desk.

"What foods are iron rich?" Ben groans, picking you back up.

"Beef, pork, eggs, tuna, beans, lentils and much more." Ann sighs, as if thinking this is so obvious. Ben nods along, before whispering his thanks and walking towards his room. Setting you on the bed, he rifles through his dresser drawers, before pulling out a plain black shirt.

"Now, I know your tired, but you've been were those clothes for the last 3 days, it's time for a bath, okay?"

"Do I have to?" You scrunch your shoulders, putting on your biggest puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, you do, baby. But I'll add bubbles and that bathbomb you like." He heads into his bathroom, starting the tub's faucet and closing the drain. Checking the water every few minutes. Eventually, he comes back into the room and picks you up. Once in the bathroom, he helps you undress, his hands never lingering.

"Alrighty, time to dunk you." He chuckles trying to lighten the mood. Ben sets you in the tub, the bubbles covering you from the ribs down. After cleaning you up and washing your hair, he dries you off, getting you into the soft shirt.

Featuring: Ace Trappola, Duece Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, and Sebek Zigolt. and Body Modificated | Faculty | GN Reader

TW: Talk of needles

Context: You are a tattoo and piercing enthusiast, you have multiple piercings and tattoos. There are tattoos spanning your entire body. Your piercings are mainly on your ears but you do have a septum and snake bites.

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You are standing in the front of class, teaching them different art terms, different paint textures and different art mediums.

"Now students, there are several mediums and techniques but for today we will focus on the main three." You turn your back to the class to write on the chalk board. They all take notice of the large fairy wings tattoo, black out stars going down your spine, showing through your black mock turtleneck with a keyhole cutout.

“The three art mediums we are talking about today are painting, drawing and sculpture.” You turn back to the class, noticing some of them are red in the face or have their mouths open.

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice is suddenly sharp, it's known you don't tolerate slackers. They quickly compose themselves, though some are still red.

“Anyway, there are many types of ways to paint, whether that’s oil, acrylic, watercolor, gouache, encaustics or tempera. Now for drawing there's…” You continue class, keeping an eye on them.

After class ends, and your getting ready for your next class, setting everything up, you are approached by some of the first years.

“Did it hurt?! How much was it?! Did it take forever?! Do you-” Ace blurts out before Duece clamps a hand over his mouth.

"Dude, don't overwhelm them."

“Did what hurt?” You glance at him, your hands flat on your desk, deciding to tackle the first question.

"The tattoo." Epel gestures, his eyes wide and excited.

"Ehh, a bit. I used numbing cream so that helped during the appointment."

"What about the cost?" Jack pipes up, tail slightly swaying.

"It certainly cost a pretty penny. I don't remember the exact price since it was my first one."

"You have more?!" Sebek shouts, eyes practically bulging out of his head.

"Yeah?" You raise a brow. You finish cleaning off the chalkboard and start writing for the next class.

"How many more?"

"I have 5. A small one on my shoulder, a big one on my forearm, a small one on my ankle, another small one behind my ear, and of course the one on my back."

"How come we've never seen the others?"

"Well I normally cover them with make up, or my clothes cover them."

"You should show them more."

"Maybe I will, since you all seem so interested. Now shouldn't you all be at your next class." You smirk.

Featuring: Modern | Boyfriend | Freminet x GN reader

TW: None, Fluff

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You and your boyfriend were just sitting on the beach, enjoying a picnic in the shade. A large spread of food was on the light blue and pastel yellow blanket, there was a large container of strawberries, grapes, kiwi, and raspberries covered in a honey-lime dressing, as well as a small container of hummus and pita, etc.

The weather was absolutely perfect, the sky was that perfect shade of blue, the sun was shining. You had brought your sketch book and a small watercolor paint palette and some paint brushes. Using the sea water to paint the scene, Freminet eating some fruit, whilst reading some book on the aquatic world. He was quietly reading to you occasionally showing you some lines from the book.

At some point, you hear these strange noises coming from just beyond the shore. You glance over and see this group of maybe 10 sea otters. Freminet only looks up when you let out a gasp.

"Koi?" Freminet says, slightly muffled from the pita that's in his mouth. You don't respond and he follows your eyes, and his eyes widen.

"Huh. Well that's a small group of otters."

"Guppy, do you see what I see?" You turn your head slowly to look at him, your eyes practically sparkling.

"Otters?" He raises a brow, looking adorably confused.

"No-well yes, but look." You point over to the right of the group of otters and he sees that there are two otters, one laying on top of the other.

"It's just two otters? Is there something I'm missing, Koi?" He tilts his head, squinting his eyes as if trying to see what your seeing.

"Freminet, it's literally us every other night." You gesture wildly with your hands.

"Ohh, that makes more sense." Freminet blinks a few times.

"I swear sometimes your more oblivious than your Father when she's getting flirted with."

Featuring: Partner Haruhi and Rich Fem Reader

TW: None, SFW

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Context:

You are from a rich and very influential family similar to the Ootori’s. You met Haruhi at Ouran, you quickly fell in love, and you may have a rather shiny surprise for her soon

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“My dear, y’know you can get more than that, right?” This is something you’ve had to say many times in your relationship with Haruhi Fujioka. Anytime you take her out shopping for groceries or to the mall, she never splurges, no matter how many times you say you’ll pay for whatever she wants.

“Love, how about you try on that dress you were looking at in the window.” You are walking behind her in a store, looking through the racks, carrying a small bag from a makeup store.

“It’s probably out of my budget.” She sighs, glancing at the dress.

“Perhaps, but it’s not out of my budget.” You turn around and rest a hand on her shoulder. You lead her towards a worker.

“Welcome back, ma’am. Is this the lady your talking about at your last visit here?” The worker bows slightly. You smile and nod.

“Yes, and she would like to try on that dress in the window.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll show you to a dressing room.” The worker leads to a dressing room on the far right, before leaving and quickly returning with the dress.

“Here you are,miss. Please take your time and if you need any assistance don’t hesitate to ask.” The worker hands her the dress before walking back to the cash register.

Haruhi stands there in awe, before turning to you.

“Have you been mentioning me?”

“Why of course, dear. How could I not mention the person I plan to marry one of these days?” You usher Haruhi into the dressing room.

She comes out a few minutes later, and you stare at her, before breaking out in a grin.

“Goodness, you look amazing.” You fawn over her. She giggles and twirls a bit.

After a minute of staring at herself in the full length mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, Haruhi closes the curtains and get her clothes back on. She comes out of the dressing room, dress in hand, she reaches towards the hem and reads the price tag, her eyes widening.

“This is way out of my budget. It’s possibly more than I have in my bank account.”

“So?”

“So, I can’t get it.”

“My love, my sweet darling, the star of my heart, it’s not out of your budget.”

“Yes, it is?” Haruhi lifts a brow.

“How many times have I told you what’s mine is yours?”

“I’m not spending your money on this”

“Our money, love. You clearly want it so just buy it.”

“But-”

“No buts.” You usher her towards the register counter. Putting the dress on the counter, the worker scans it.

“20623.85 yen.”

You swipe your card, the card scanner goes green and then the worker hands you the receipt and the bag with the dress.

“Have a nice day, ladies.”

“You, too.” You smile, holding onto Haruhi’s arm.

“You deserve nice things, my love.”

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Part 1 and Part 2

It's around 8pm when you wake, the moon has risen a bit ago. You stumble out of bed, deciding to go eat some ice cream. You head to the kitchen turning the corner to see the Housewardens and Vice Housewardens and first years have taken up residence in the living room.

"What are you guys doing here?" You blink a few times. All their heads snap up. Eyes focusing on the various bruises and band aids on your skin that have been exposed by your short sleeves.

"Oh my sevens..."

"Prefect, are you okay?" Trey is being a mother hen and fawning over you.

"I'm fine, no need to worry about me." You take a few panicked steps back, hitting a rather warm wall. You look up at the ceiling hoping it's not the tall lizard. Turning your head slightly you are met with piercing green eyes, and hands?

He's cupping your face, looking concerned.

"Child of man, what happened to you?"

"Exactly what I talked about today."

"And you didn't tell us?"

"Why would I tell you? It's not like you can do anything about it"

They all look at each other, as if they all have the same idea. Malleus picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch.

"What-" You're quieted by a spoonful of ice cream being shoved in your mouth. It's Ace, teary eyed Ace.

"You should've told us, idiot. We could've helped deal with this bastard."

"I would've thought Jade would've helped me." You mutter.

"What?" Jade pipes up from his spot on the floor in front of you.

"The dude literally whisked me away right in front of you." You stare at him, confused.

"Prefect, when was this?"

"Monday?"

"That man did this to you? We will deal with it ourselves." Jade smiles, this sadistic terrifying smile. Jade and Floyd get up and leave, not before Floyd gives you gentle squeeze, this bitch ain't ever given you a gentle squeeze.

"Are they going to kill him?" Your eyes are wide and teary again. Lilia pats your head.

"Beasty, they're only going to do what he deserves."

"So death?"

"Ehh, possibly"

You stay to cry a bit, covering your face with your hands, leaning against Ace.

"Why are you crying again?! We can tell them not to hurt him if it's causing you this much distress!!" Sebek pipes up, panicking.

"It's just kinda sweet that they're willing to commit murder for me." You sniffle, cheeks red. Ace awkwardly pats your back.

Duece hands you the container of strawberry ice cream and a spoon before sitting back down near the coffee table with Epel and Jack. Through your sniffles you take large bites of ice cream. Vil grimaces at the sight.

"Sweet potato, I highly doubt that much sugar is good for you."

"Vil, respectfully don't, just don't. I have had the shittest week of my life. I deserve this small sliver of happiness." You swallow another bite, ignoring the cold ache in your teeth.

"Now that I have eaten a majority of my feelings, Azul come here." You beckon the octopus from his spot at the dining table. Azul walks over, leaning down, seemingly rather curious. You pull him down by his sleeve and whisper something in his ear. He turns slightly pale, before straightening up and smiles.

"Of course, Prefect. I will share the message with them."

"Thank you, Az." You smile, though it seems rather eerie now.

You take another bite of ice cream.

That's what happened for the next 2 hours. You eating your ice cream, while using Jack's tail as a stress ball much to his dismay and the others talking quietly like you'll break if they talk too loud.

Around 10pm, the door opens and there stands the tweels, Floyd grinning like a maniac and Jade smiling like he knows something no one else does. Floyd trots over and drops a cloth on the table, you undo the cloth to find a magic pen with a Octavinelle gemstone, there's a bit of blood on the gemstone though.

"Thank you, Floyd and Jade." Your voice, solemn yet you have a smile on your face. You take the magic pen and head upstairs to where your room is. Coming back a few minutes with some sprigs of rosemary and the pen in a jar filled with water, you set it down on the kitchen table before sitting back on the couch.

“Uhh, what did you do that for, Prefect?” Epel says, tilting his head.

“I don’t know, it just felt right.” You shrug, handing the jar to Lilia.

“Beasty, what am I supposed to do with this?” He stares at the jar, confused as hell.

“Surely you have a purpose for a magic pen.” You glance at him, curling up against the lizard who’s taken your seat.

"I suppose I can find something to do with it." He sets the jar on the kitchen counter.

As the night gets later, you all doze off eventually. You feel the comfort of no longer being by yourself even in your unconcious.

A couple days later, a large plant with teeth shows up at your doorstep with a note in the pot:

"In case you need to get rid of a problem again.

Sincerely J. L."

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Part 1 and Part 3

TW: SA, Talk of Killing Yourself and Self Blaming

Featuring: Fem Reader, Housewardens, Vice housewardens, and First years

It has been a week since your attack. You have been exempt from classes and extra curriculars.

The speakers above click on as it’s time for the morning announcements

“Goood morning, students.” Crowley’s voice echos through the halls and classrooms

“We have a large event happening in auditorium after your three morning classes. All students are required to be there. Don’t be late.” The speakers crackle before clicking off

After everyone had gathered into the large auditorium. The lights turned on the stage and Crowley and you were standing there with a mic and the screen behind you says "See something, Say something"

"Welcome, I'm sure you all are wondering why you're here. Our dearest prefect has something important to talk to you all about."

You clear your throat

"Thank you, Headmaster. You can go sit down now"

"Thank you all for joining me here today. This is a sexual assault awareness seminar. Now this may make some of you uncomfortable, and it should. If you get too comfortable, you become oblivious and naive."

You take a breath, trying to control your voice.

"Let's begin shall we? Slide." The screen behind you goes to a different slide at the top it says "What Counts As Sexual Assault and Sexual Harassment?"

You start reading the slide.

Underneath that is a list and it goes in this order:

Coersion:

Sexual coercion is the act of using pressure, threats, manipulation, drugs, or force to engage in unwanted sexual contact with someone against their will. It involves overriding a person's refusal or manipulating them into consenting, making it a form of sexual abuse and a violation of true consent.

Grope:

Sexual groping is the intentional, inappropriate, and usually non-consensual touching or fondling of another person’s body for sexual pleasure. It is a form of sexual harassment and sexual assault, often involving grabbing or rubbing body parts without permission

Rape:

Sexual penetration, whether vaginal, anal or oral, through the use of object or body parts, without consent, using force, coercion or by taking advantage of the vulnerability of the victim.

Some students look away, looking shocked or disgusted. You could see the Housewardens and their vices scattered about in the crowd, you could see their expressions simultaneously go from shocked to narrowed as if they knew something was up.

"Don't any of you look away. This is important. For some of you, this could be the difference from being happy and lively to depressed and wanting to kill yourself because you can't live with yourself."

There are murmurs in the crowd, a few reach your ears like "she's probably overreacting" or "it can't be that bad if she's up there."

"You all are men!" You slam your hand on the podium in front of you, startling everyone.

"How dare you act as if you understand the feeling of constantly being told to cover up more even in your own home, because you might make the male family members uncomfortable as a developing teenager! You never got told that you were being dramatic for being anxious for being left alone with a man you didn't know!" Tears are forming in your eyes, threatening to spill over, your body is shaking like a live wire. The audience gasps, eyes widening in what could be shock, fear, or guilt.

"You haven't felt the fear and anxiety of walking home by yourself. You wouldn't understand the feeling of disgust after seeing yourself in the mirror after being raped, feeling as if apart of your soul has been ripped out." The tears are steadily flowing down your face, mascara forms trails down your cheeks.

"You are just a man, you couldn't possibly understand feeling like another person’s leftovers." Your voice is shaky. You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, leaning against the podium to keep yourself upright.

“The fact that men treat women like scum, like dolls you can fuck and then toss away is despicable. If it wasn’t for the labor of women, none of you would be here.” You say coldly, staring at the crowd through your lashes. A few people in the crowd nod their heads and some murmurs in agreement rise.

"If you look under your seats you will find a flyer with all this information, I hope you'll read them and do your own research." You lift your head, and straighten your posture.

"The main thing I hope you take from this is if you see something, say something and stop it. Thank you all for listening to what I have to say." You bow your head, watching as the students leave, chatter filling the room. You sigh, wiping your face.

The Housewardens and Vice Housewardens quickly cross the room to the stage.

"What the hell was that all about?" Leona's voice is mad.

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend y-" You stammer, taking a step back.

Child of man, we are not mad at you but we are mad at whoever did this to you."

"....what?"

"Well something obvisously happened to you for you to start crying. Even if it's because of the...sensitive topic." Trey pipes up

"Sweet potato, its not okay if something happened and your ignoring the effects it had on you."

What exactly happened?" Malleus looms over you, you can already hear the rain and thunder outside.

"Mal, could you not right now?" You sigh.

Featuring: Young Teen GN Reader

TW: Murder, Blood and Cannibalism

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You were waiting, that was your job to lay and wait and eventually at the right moment attack.

You hear the crunching of leaves, and you get into position. Suddenly, you feel static, the air around you buzzing. He's here. He’s always lurking. You keep your eyes on your target who is coming straight towards you.

You slowly raise your hand, a needle in hand, ready to strike. The buzzing gets louder and you feel this itching buzz in your skin. You instantly claw at your flesh. That's the Operator's effect.

"Operator? What are y-" You look up at him, pausing.

You never look at him directly, only ever staring at his shoes or at the floor when near him. Why? Because it was nerve wracking, this tall, faceless, pale, immoral entity who never talks, yet somehow can say what he wants, is your boss, is in complete control of you.

When you look at him, a pit of dread forms in your stomach, you feel like you're going to be punished, for what? You have no clue.

"What are you doing" You hear this deep, multi toned voice in your head.

"I was going after the target?"

"No. What. Are. You. Doing?"

You blink and suddenly you are sitting on the target's diaphragm, a butcher's knife in your hand, there is blood coating the snow around you. You have torn this man apart, fisted in your hand is the man’s forearm. You can taste the blood in your mouth. You look up and see Him staring down at you, slightly leaning down, hands behind his back.

"I-I didn't mean too. Please don't punish me"

"Don’t worry it will all be over soon" He reaches his hand out towards you, your vision starts going black.

You gasp, sitting up in your bed, shaking, tears running down your face. It’s dark outside with lightning and thunder. You get up so fast you stumble. You rush out of your room, heading down the stairs, running through the living room to a room with a big ornate door. You open the door a crack.

"Operator?" You sniffle, peeking into the room, it's dark but you can make a person like shape on the bed.

"Hm. What?" He groans, his voice still multitoned like in the nightmare but more gentle.

"I had a nightmare."

"Oh? What was it about?" He sits up, turning on his bedside lamp.

Light fills the room as you sniffle.

"I was eating someone's arm." The waterworks start again, and you start crying.

"Oh, child, come here." He beckons you with his hand. You scurry over, climbing onto the bed.

"I don't wanna become a monster." You wail, tears flowing like a waterfall. The Operator wraps his arms around you, shushing you gently.

"It's alright, child. You aren't a monster, and you won't become one."

"How do you know I won't?" You sniffle, wiping your nose on the back of your hand.

"Because child, the only people who can become monsters are the ones with no empathy. And you possess empathy." He offers you a tissue. You blew your nose, and he throws into the bedside trash can.

"Can I stay here in case the nightmare comes back?" You look up with shiny, hopeful eyes.

Featuring: | Husband | Butcher Wally Darling and GN Reader

TW: Cannibalism, Blood and Murder

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Context:

You run a pie shop right next door to Wally's butcher shop, there is a door connecting the two spaces

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It was early in the morning when you opened your eyes a slit

"Good morning, dear." You open your eyes fully to see the empty spot beside you. Confusion spreads across your face when you remember your husband had gotten up an hour earlier, gave you a kiss and left to get the shop ready for opening, leaving you in bed cold.

You slowly get up from bed, leaving the warmth of your bed. Whilst putting on your favorite fluffy robe, you walked along the cold wood floors of your home towards the industrial swinging door that leads into the backroom of the butcher shop.

You could already smell the blood from the various pounds of pork, beef, and chicken. You had gotten used to that smell over the course of your marriage, but smelling it first thing in the morning left you feeling nauseated. You hold you breath, walking through the door.

The backroom is pretty tidy though there are droplets of blood on the floor.

You waddle along the cold tile floor towards the front. There he is your darling husband, Walden or Wally as you call him. He’s at the chopping block, cutting apart a pig. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him. He tenses slightly before relaxing.

“Sleep well, my lamb?”

You hum in response

“Don’t you have to open the pie shop today?”

“So I have to?” You whine

“Well no. But then you get anxious whenever you don’t have the shop open.” He chuckles

You huff, squeezing him tighter, turning your head away from him. You glance at the door to the shop noticing the sign is turned to closed and a puddle of blood staining the doormat.

“My dear….” Your voice is strained.

“Yes?”

“What did you do?”

“What? I haven’t done anything at all, my lamb.” His voice gets higher.

You tug his hair, your expression going cold.

“Do. Not. Lie. To. Me. Walden Darling.”

He tenses.

“M’sorry, lamb. I just had a small incident with a customer.”

“What did they do?”

“They complained about how weird the decor is.” He mumbles

The decor was indeed slightly weird, it was apple themed. An apple shaped clock, apple patterned wrap for the meat, even an apple shaped sign on the front. It was your idea from you first were planning your futures together.

“You can’t do that whenever someone says something you don’t like.”

“Now, where are they?” Your voice is cold

“In the freezer.”

You let go of him, walking towards the back. You open the metal door to the freezer. Cold air floods your face, your cheeks and nose turning red, the large thing hanging off a meat hook catches your eyes. There it is, a bloody man’s body minus an arm.

“Walden Darling, get in here. Now.”

“Yes, love?” He peaks his head around the corner

“Why would you take the arm when you know damn well that’s the part I use in my meat pies?” You point a finger at him.

“But love, they make such a good snack.”

“You act like I don’t feed you well.” You huff walking towards him.

“Sorry, lamb.” He hangs his head, pouting

“Clean this up, then maybe I’ll make you some breakfast.”

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(You are his solace, his muse — his gentle obsession)

He Watches You Like Art: Whether you’re reading, brushing your hair, or just standing in sunlight — he watches like you’re the center of the world. You’ll often catch his gaze from across the room and feel like you’re being worshipped.

He Draws You Constantly: In sketchbooks, on napkins, with feathers, with charcoal — there are countless versions of your face, your hands, your eyes. Some are sad. Some are dreamy. All are precious to him.

Lingers by Your Side: His presence is always soft, like a whisper behind you. He’s often quiet, letting your voice fill the space — your words are like music to him.

Treats You Like You’re Fragile: He touches you as if you might shatter. Slow caresses, soft kisses on knuckles, forehead touches. He never grabs — he invites.

Always Brings You Pretty Things: Feathers, wildflowers, old love poems, or small trinkets from the woods — even things that look cursed feel romantic when he gives them to you.

Becomes Unhinged if You’re Hurt: If you cry, he goes unnaturally still. No one is allowed to make his muse suffer. Even if he doesn’t say a word… you’ll feel the curse in the air.

Part 2 and Part 3

TW: SA

Featuring: Divius Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas, Dire Crowely, Sam and Fem Reader

You walk down the hall, your skin is sticky from sweat. Your shirt untucked and your collar is torn and dark hickeys adorn your neck and collarbone as well as deep bite marks, some bleeding. Your skirt is wrinkled and covered in dirt, blood and other bodily fluids. Your hair is messy and tangled, blood caked on your roots.

You felt disgusting, covered in grime and semen after a second year student cornered you outside when you took a walk. You just wanted to take a shower and crawl into a hole and never come out.

A hint of warm light suddenly hits your back, casting shadows along the wall as you freeze.

"Oi, what are you doing out of-Prefect?" A masculine voice breaks the silence.

"Hi, Professor." You quickly cover yourself up with your cloak before turning to look at him.

"Why aren't you in your dorm, pup?"

"I just took a walk." You smile but it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Pup, what happened to your shirt?" Crewel raises a brow, scanning you up and down.

"Nothing, I just tripped into rose bush while walking."

"Doesn't look like nothing." Crewel crosses his arms, the lantern moving causing the flames shadow to dance on the wall.

"I really should head back now." You a step back.

Crewel looks you up and down, he notices the way you carry yourself, he notices the way you cover yourself with your cloak, he notices the blood matted into your hair.

"Not so fast, you're coming with me." Crewel grabs a hold of your shoulder, guiding you gently through the halls.

Your heart sank to your toes, but you walked obediently.

"Y'know you shouldn't be out this late, it's not safe." He forces himself to stay composed.

"Yeah, I know." You thought to yourself.

Crewel guides you through the winding halls, to a room where light escaped from under the door.

"Staff Lounge", read a sign next to the door.

Crewel opens the door to reveal a spacious room with a beige couch and two grey arm chairs as well as a coffee table and a miniature kitchen:a sink, a fridge, coffee maker and a microwave and a table.

And sat in one of the arm chairs is Mozus Trein and his cat Lucius, he appears to be grading some assignments, while Ashton Vargas who is sitting on the couch is talking animatedly to Dire Crowely who sits next to him. Sam is at the kitchen sink, washing his hands.

"I found a stray pup walking along the corridor." Crewel nudges you forward

You keep your head down as the other staff members look up from their activities and look at you two.

They notice the blood in your hair, the way your hair sticks to your face, the hickeys on your neck...and the tears forming in your eyes.

Gasps fill the room.

"Oh...my sevens."

"What happened to you?" Trein slowly stands, setting Lucius down.

You stay quiet, holding back sobs, trembling like a leaf.

"Oh you poor soul." Sam rushes over, guiding you to sit in the empty arm chair.

You sit on the chair, covering your face with your hands.

"Prefect, would you undo your cloak, please?"

You undo the clasp of your cloak letting it slide onto the chair, dropping your arms to your side, keeping your head down, avoiding eye contact.

"By the sevens...what happened?" Crowely finally pipes up.

"A Octavinelle 2nd year grabbed me while I was walking back from my last class." You continue shaking and are now crying causing your words to be broken up .

"He kept me in his dorm room, he even dragged me right past Jade."

"And his roommates were...?" Vargas asks.

"I don’t know...”

Trein strides across the room, pulling you into a tight embrace, his chin on top of your head.

"You're safe now." He said quietly.

You start to cry harder, pent up emotions finally flowing freely.

“You’re talking like it’s a show”Leona crosses his arms

“Well it is”

Explain”

“Well it’s my thing”

“Thing?”

“I was born with it. I even do an after show Q&A where they tune in and ask questions”

“And you don’t find it creepy that people watch your life?”

“I’m used to it”

“what else do they watch?”

“Just how my day goes and my interactions with people”

“So they listen to you talk?”

”Yes.”

"I still think you couldn't beat Epel in a fight" Ace says with a very obvious teasing hint

The cameras point towards to Yuu and zoom in

"I don't know. What do you, the audience think?"

"Uh...Yuu?" Duece raises a brow

"Yeah?"

"Who are you talking to? There's no one there" Ace inquires

"Oh right! Don't worry about it" Yuu shrugs and starts humming to themselves

"Okay...if you say so"

A few weeks later

Yuu walks into Trein's class a tad bit early. There's something peculiar about their appearance. There's eyes, so many eyes surrounding Yuu's head.

And they look exhausted, bags under their eyes the size of Texas, hair frizzy, and scars on their face and neck and any place not covered by their uniform.

"What the hell?" Leona had just walked into the classroom, eyes wide

"Huh?" Yuu lifts their head from the table

"Oh right, you've never seen me like this before."

"What happened to you?" Leona asks, eyebrow raised

"I just didn't put Glamour on this morning"

"What do the eyes do?"