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could you do a hotch x reader where reader has injured her leg and he walks her to the ambulance and then grows very protective of her in the hospital and/or office??

"Hotch, she's- aah," You gasp, leg burning with a fire that you're sure will turn it to ash, "She's down, I'm- I'm okay, I can wait, get her help."

"Morgan's got her," Hotch murmurs, slipping his hands beneath your arms as Derek attends to the unsub's final victim, "You need an ambulance."

"Ah, it- it hurts! It hurts, Hotch," You whimper, welcoming the rough material of his kevlar vest when it meets your face. He hauls you off of the ground, and you're ale to bury your face into his shoulder to ground yourself.

"I know," He murmurs, and when he has you on your feet, or rather, foot, he braces an arm at your thighs.

"Grab my neck," He instructs you, and if you weren't in mind-numbing pain, you'd be freaking out about flinging your arms around your boss's neck. It's even better when he lifts you bridal style, and you hope he does it again someday, minus the blood gushing from your leg.

It's certainly flowing less now, thanks to the jacket that Aaron had tied around the wound, so tight that it made you see stars. But there's still blood leaking from the bullet hole, and you can't look at it or else you start to get queasy on top of everything else.

To make sure you can't see it, you bury your face in his neck. It's unprofessional, sure, but you're bleeding out, so you think you deserve a pass.

"You're gonna be okay," Aaron hums, and you feel his voice thrumming through his throat, "We're almost to the ambulance, okay? Just hang on, don't close your eyes."

Every step that he takes jostles you in his arms, but he holds you tight. Sirens get louder in your ears and you see flashing lights even from where you're smothered against his skin, and before you know it you're being lowered into an ambulance.

Your vision swims as the EMTs get to work on your leg, and to your surprise, Aaron steps in beside you.

"Hotch," You rasp, looking at him through hazy eyes, "You- go, they need you there."

"They're fine." He assures you, settled on the bench beside your stretcher, "Dave and Morgan can drive back, and there's an ambulance waiting for Rebecca. I need to make sure you get settled, that you're not alone."

Very little can pull Hotch away from his duties as Unit Chief. You're fairly certain that he's supposed to wrap up, give his report at the scene and file paperwork for it later. He lets his agents leave, and he stays to finish the job himself. So you take your time to appreciate that he's given that up for you, that he's choosing to be carted to the hospital rather than take his typical position of authority.

He does the same three days later, skipping out on a meeting with Strauss to wheel you out of the sliding doors of the emergency ward. Your hands are hovering uselessly over the wheels, but once you realize he's serious about pushing you the entire way to the SUV, they melt over the armrests.

"Thanks, Hotch." You peer up, looking at the underside of his chin as he navigates the uneven sidewalk.

He glances down at your face, and you know what looks like his typical stern frown is really upside down to you, a kind smile against his cheeks.

"You're lucky I didn't let Morgan do this," He reaches the van, opening the passenger's side door and turning to help you out of the chair, "He would have brought along Prentiss and Reid just to have a wheelchair race."

He even buckles your seatbelt for you, despite your arms working fine. It means he's close, incredibly so, to your face, and he lingers for just a split second too long.

"I appreciate that," You laugh, and you think your actions through, but only minutely. You lean forwards, lips catching his cheek rather than his own mouth that you're yearning to kiss. It's intimate, of course, but you're hoping that it's ambiguous, that if he wants it to be romantic, it will be, and if he doesn't, then it won't.

Judging by the sweet, rosy blush that colors his cheeks when you pull away, he wants it to be.

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verybadatwriting · 4 months

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To Be Held

Summary: Reader is injured.

Warnings: Angst, blood, and wounds

Notes: Thank you so much @arctrooper69 for the request and @promptsbytaurie for the prompts! :D

Prompts:

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

Gn!reader

Word count: 1,019

Tech often held you like this. Your head tucked against his neck and shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, holding your chest to his, you were safe. Sometimes the two of you were curled up on your bed, sometimes you were seated atop the Marauder, Tech quietly mumbling about the stars, but never before in a pool of your own blood. You tried to drift away in these good memories, let go of the pain.

A surge brought you back. Tech’s hand pushed against the wound on your upper back. The blood quickly seeped through his fingers.

“Aah.” You writhed at the pain.

“I know,” He said, “I know it hurts. Just stay awake. Please.”

“Did…” You started to ask. “Did we do it?”

“Yeah,” Tech said after a moment, amazed you could be thinking of the mission while bleeding out “You did it. You did such a good job.”

“Really?” You asked, a slight waver to your voice.

“Don’t worry, you–you did so good.”

“I-is anyone else… hurt?” You managed between shaking breaths.

“No,” Tech held you tighter. “The rest of the Batch is fine. They’re on their way. They’ll be here soon. You’ll be okay…. You’ll be okay.”

“Oh,” You said, taking another deep, shaky breath. “It’s that bad?”

You leaned back, pushing away from him so you could see his face. His front was soaked with blood. Your blood. You looked up at his eyes, but they were focused on the horizon.

“They’ll be here soon,” He repeated. He sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than you.

“Hey.” You said, reaching a hand up to his face and tilting it down to face you. Your bloody fingers left four lines on his cheek. He lifted his similarly bloody hand from your back and grasped your fingers.

“We need to keep pressure on the wounds,” He said, “Or else… or else you’ll …”

You nodded, and allowed him to pull you closer. His chin was tucked on the crown of your head, your cheek pressed to his collar. Seeping into the ground was your blood. Too much of it.

“Tech,” you started, surprised at how weak your voice sounded, “I love you.”

“Shh, no, no. Don’t talk that way.” He shook slightly as he soothed you. “Shhh. Shhh. You’re okay.”

“Please,” You pleaded, “Just say it back.”

A few moments passed. Tech seemed to be mulling it over, coming to terms with something.

“I love you, too,” He eventually whispered, as if the words were so fragile that saying them too loudly would shatter them.

Reassured after hearing that, your breathing changed. The slow shaky breaths became shallow, and too fast.

“I love you,” Tech continued. “And all the little inside jokes we have. And how you can always find a way to make Omega laugh. And how… how you listen when I ramble. And when you talk about the future and your eyes fill with life. And when you smile.”

When he said that you smiled weakly against his shirt. Listening to him, you almost didn't mind the cold numbness spreading from your fingers and toes. Or the pain in your torso. One again, you could be lost in his voice.

Your body was slowly shutting down in a last ditch effort to save you. Your entire being went numb, every muscle and tendon relaxing. At least that meant your breathing finally slowed. Your eyes drifted closed. The coppery taste of blood faded, along with the burnt smell from the ash and rubble.

“Hey?” Tech squeezed you tighter. “Stay with me. Please.”

As your hearing – your last lifeline to the world of the living – faded, you faintly heard the sound of the Marauder flying low.

Then there was nothing but darkness and a dull ache that you couldn’t quite place. You felt it deep inside, like you had been gutted, and smoldering coals had replaced your insides. It was the deepest grief you’d ever felt. It started to fade away, but you heard a familiar voice.

“Stay with me. Please.”

Tech. You thought. I need to get back to Tech.

Although it felt like your limbs were made of lead, and weighed down in tar, you fought. This dark abyss wasn’t it for you. Not yet. You tore yourself from the inescapable stillness, despite the coals burning from inside.

You had to see Tech again. Hug him. Hold him. Tell him it would be alright. Save him from the pain you’d seen in his eyes.

After what felt like a lifetime, you heard something. It was muffled voices, ones you recognized, which slowly became crisper. You smelled sterile medical supplies, and felt your chest rising up and falling down with each breath.

Pain accompanied consciousness. You could stop fighting, slide back into the abyss, but that would mean never seeing Tech again, so you soldiered on.

With one last push you flung your eyes open, and you were back. Breathing, living, hurting. You’d escaped from the void, and you were back in your body.

You turned your head, and saw Tech in the seat next to your bed. He hadn’t changed his clothes, as evidenced by your dried blood. You didn’t know if it would ever come out. He had a faraway look in his eyes. The same one he had while waiting for the rest of the Batch to come save you two.

You shifted slightly, and he snapped to attention at the sound.

“Cyare,” He whispered, reaching out to take your hand. “Welcome back.”

His eyes scanned your face, as if he was trying to make sure you were real. You squeezed his hand to reassure him.

“I am,” You said, voice scratchy and weak. You cleared your throat, which triggered a sharp pain. You let out a small gasp.

“Are you okay?” Tech asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. You looked at the lines in his face, deepened by a lack of sleep and surplus of concern. Reaching one hand up, you cupped his face.

“I’m fine, love,” You smiled up at him, and he returned a weary smile.

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funbirdnest · 1 year

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Blackbird (Translation)

I worked in the translation of the story for the past week and I have been unable to shut up about until now. This translation work was done in collaboration of @spectralpooch who worked as English proofreader and provided a lot of insight of the english grammar and composition. I was also helped by Yuko and Asher who helped with wording.

I hope you get to enjoy, even if just a little, the love we all put in this story that we have been waiting seven years for.

Blackbird

The fantasy is burning.

—At the end of the day, love always prevails.

—Hard work and good intentions are always rewarded.

—As long as you wish for it with all your might, your dreams will always come true.

Such are the nonsensical, gibberish words that everyone recognizes as downright lies once they reach adulthood. And burning within a bonfire is the pile of papers—the representation of the very innocence of a young boy who earnestly believed in those lies.

The embers of dreams and hopes are stirred by the updraft caused by the hot air.

Ashes and soot soar up, miserably staining the clear skies.

“Aah, what a terrible shame.”

Hibiki Wataru looked up at the sky and, in sharp contrast to his words, trembled with pleasure.

He is a beautiful man.

Long, silver-white hair that resembles moonlight incarnate. A physique blessed with a perfect golden ratio.

He is wearing his elegantly designed uniform in quite an incomprehensible way.

His facial expressions and gestures are refined and effusively charming, and it feels as though wing scales and fluorescent lights should flutter around him with every step he takes.

But it is precisely because he is too beautiful that he can stand out in any town.

Every person who passes by throws him a strange look and either turns away or flees the scene as if having just encountered a monster. It is the most appropriate reaction when confronted with a monstrosity, but—

He wants them to at least scream.

To curse, spit, and throw stones at him.

It hurts the most to be ignored.

As if to convey this point, Wataru gestures towards them in invitation to do so—but the only one willing to approach him is a slightly dirtied pigeon.

"Aah, Gil! Poor you, Gilles de Rais¹! Your feathers are completely sullied!"

Wataru laments while rubbing his cheek against the pigeon perched on his shoulder.

"When you are covered in soot like this, you look more like a crow than a pigeon! Crows are really smart, and they can become great ‘entertainers’ when trained, but people often hate them for no reason—it's troublesome, isn't it?"

At the sight of Wataru having a conversation with a pigeon as though it were completely normal, the people around him begin to back further away.

"... But right now, I have the feeling that such an individual would be the most suitable companion for me."

As Wataru mutters sadly to himself, the soot-covered pigeon pulls his hair with its beak.

“That hurts?! It was just a joke, Gil! Are you jealous? I've raised and looked after you since you were an egg, so there's no way I could ever discard you and look for another partner! Please cheer up—oya?”

As the pigeon goes all out on him, something falls down from the crevice of its beak.

Cinders.

The wreckage of a dream that had been carried by the wind from afar.

“That's splendid! This will solve the problem of my ink running out!”

Wataru exclaims with pleasure and mashes the cinders with his fingertips.

Then, with fingers stained in black, he writes his name in the bundle of documents that he had been holding.

“—With this, it’s finished.”

Embracing the bundle of documents as though it were his most prized possession, Wataru trembles again.

“I wonder if he will be happy with this.”

***

There was a war.

A tragic conflict in which boys hurt and killed each other for the sake of their own dreams and ideals—for the sake of love.

Of course, although it has now become a gloomy and sorrowful memory, it was not actually a battle where people fought with guns and blades and bathed in each other's blood.

All of them were idols.

Standing on the stage, singing and dancing, their top priority was to bring people happiness.

However, at that time, their place of residence, Yumenosaki Private Academy, was not an environment in which idols could properly live as idols. Everything was decayed, stagnant and rotten.

There were those who stood up in order to change the situation at hand.

There were also those who tried to fight back in anger and sorrow after everything they held dear had been mangled in the name of the "revolution" the others had raised.

They turned the things that were supposed to make people happy into weapons, abused them, and imposed their own resentment and misery onto others.

As a result, this vast and boundless world was changed only slightly.

But the price that had been paid was extremely high.

—Yumenosaki 's era of conflict.

—The first revolution.

—The beginning of the end.

Regret consumes everyone whenever they remember the tragedy of that time.

***

A hospital room.

The brand new hospital in the vicinity of Yumenosaki Academy had been built with a sole purpose: to provide an immediate response on the occasion that a single person's physical condition changed for the worse.

Leading-edge medical equipment and top-notch doctors had been assembled in order to forcibly prolong his existence—sometimes even diverting attention from other, more urgent patients.

He is one of the world's most distinguished billionaires, the scion of the Tenshouin conglomerate, Tenshouin Eichi.

He is the leading actor in the conflict that unfolded in Yumenosaki.

He loved idols more than anyone else.

However, as a result of the kingcraft instilled in him from an early age by his private corporate tutor, the clear mind he has naturally possessed since birth, and his cold heart, he came to massacre the very thing he loved with his own hands.

The many sins he committed in this ironic twist of fate tormented him and made him sick.

“...”

Tenshouin Eichi is lying down on the floor of a very spacious hospital room.

He is also a beautiful man, but there is a crack distorting his beauty.

Seemingly because he hasn’t been eating, he has become emaciated, and his blond hair, which resembles sunlight incarnate², is disheveled and dull. His hospital clothes, composed of high-quality material, are completely wrinkled and dirtied.

Like a baby bird that fell from its nest.

He had ripped off the intravenous drips and other pieces of medical equipment designed to keep him alive and smashed them to pieces.

There were doctors who genuinely cared for Eichi's well-being and those whose interest in treating him stemmed only from professional duty—Eichi shunned them all equally with curses and threats.

—I don’t want to live anymore.

—So, please, don’t treat me.

—Someone like me doesn’t deserve to live.

“No.”

Eichi, withering and on the verge of death, hears a voice reply to the soliloquy he hadn't expected anyone to hear.

There is only a single small window in the room. No matter how hard one might try to contort their body, it would be impossible to enter through—regardless, it was from that very window that Hibiki Wataru's towering silhouette soundlessly entered.

It is like a dream.

As if it were a magic trick, he suddenly materializes.

“—It's you. Hibiki Wataru of The Five Eccentrics.”

"That story has already concluded, so will you please stop referring to me that way?"

As he casually replies to Eichi, who had spoken as though in a trance, Wataru strides across the hospital room.

He steps over the countless broken pieces of wreckage scattered across the floor, but never breaks anything.

“Let's readjust our mindset! Now, while we still have the chance to bask in the success of our stage performances, let's sit back and recharge our batteries! That is our duty, Tenshouin Eichi-kun!"

“Just what the hell are you doing here?”

Eichi mutters reproachfully, glaring up at Wataru with cruel eyes.

“Did you come to mock me because I thought I was victorious but wound up losing everything?”

Presumably too prideful to continue behaving in an undignified manner, Eichi staggers to his feet and then takes a seat on the mattress.

Having refused even the cleaning staff, this dirty hospital bed is now his only throne.

“Or do you intend to seek vengeance on behalf of your fellow Five Eccentrics?”

“No, not at all? Although there were some underwhelming parts, you still persevered and accomplished great things atop the stage! You have my praises. I have no reason to make fun of you!”

Wataru continues, his tone cheerful. Scattered, multicolored petals surround a broken flower vase—he gathers them up, grasps them in one hand, and opens his palm to reveal a single perfect flower.

"Besides, my beloved friends, The Five Eccentrics, were not actually killed. They're not that fragile, so I ask that you do not disparage them."

Though his eyes flash with hostility for a single instant, Wataru hides it with the ease of putting on a mask.

“Shu is slowly recovering his strength in the comfort of his dolls and the mutual love they share. Kanata, too, is embarking on a new life together with the inexperienced hero who saved his heart. And, of course, Our Majesty, the Demon King, Rei, too—indeed, someone like him will never die, even if he's killed.”

As he mentions each of the remarkable members of The Five Eccentrics, Wataru smiles.

“And the youngest sibling whom we risked our lives to protect, Natsume-kun, doesn't have a single scar. He quickly found the bluebird you set free, and is venturing forth into his life—not as a member of The Five Eccentrics, but as a human and idol.”

"...They're so strong. Everyone, all of them, are strong and splendid human beings worthy of respect—unlike me. Hiyori-kun and Nagisa-kun, too. It appears that they’ve already begun to move on to their next stage."

Looking somewhat astonished, Eichi hangs his head like a confused lost child.

“Am I really the only one who can’t move? At the end of Yumenosaki's conflict, or the saga chronicling the subjugation of The Five Eccentrics, am I truly the only loser?”

“No, no. I feel the same way. It's embarrassing to admit, but—I don't know what I should do next.”

With a dumbfounded expression that mirrors Eichi's, Wataru fidgets with the flower with his black-stained fingers.

“I'm quite satisfied with how things concluded on that most wonderful stage, even though we had to settle for the second-best result—but I'm at a bit of a loss, as I have no further plans for the future.”

"I see. Would you like me to apologize? By casting you in the role of the villain, a symbol deserving of ridicule and disdain, I turned you into the target of everyone's malice."

“Yes. Thanks to you, no one trusts me enough to work with me, so all of my future plans are now uncertain. I suppose I could arrange a stage and enact a story of my own choosing, but… A one-man show would be a little lonely, wouldn't it?”

"I thought that you would always be happy to stand onstage no matter what—even alone."

“Regrettably, I'm an entertainer whose only purpose is to make others happy. If I were to stand onstage all by myself, I would lose all motivation.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Wataru quietly offers Eichi the flower.

”And so, I thought I would ask you, the organizer of the most satisfying stage I have ever stood upon, for another commission. That's the reason I came today. Of course, I am also here to visit the sick."

“Was that sarcasm? I humiliated and denigrated you and your beloved friends. I trampled on and killed all of you for the sake of my own dream.”

“No one is dead, Eichi-kun. Everything that took place is just a story.”

”Are you really going to behave like a sore loser and pretend like you all weren't actually hurt?”

"No. If I were to hold a grudge and get angry at you, it would be an insult to my friends' extraordinary performance in their roles as villains. That's why I won't give you the pleasure of my vengeance.”

“I don’t understand your reasoning.”

“It’s a mystery to me too. This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt this alive. It's as though something I cannot quite comprehend is stirring inside me.”

Wataru speaks with an innocent, puzzled expression on his face, as though he were a child who had just tripped for the very first time in his life.

***

“Oops. I went off on a tangent just now, but I meant to give you this gift earlier.”

Suddenly coming to his senses, Wataru quietly hands Eichi the flower in his hand.

The instant that the flower touches Eichi's fingertips, it transforms into a bundle of documents.

It’s just like magic.

“... Oh, my goodness. As always, your magic tricks are beyond comparison, Hibiki-kun.”

“You and I are not particularly close, so don't blurt out things like that as if you know me.”

“I’ve always been watching you.”

Eichi speaks honestly, seemingly too tired to maintain a strong front. He proceeds to look over the bundle of papers.

His expression dawns with astonishment.

“This is—”

“Fufufu. This is the pipe dream³ written by our beloved younger brother and only son, Natsume-kun. He poured all of his heart and soul into it.”

Wataru explains, satisfied with the surprised expression on Eichi's face.

“This is a scenario envisioning a way in which we, The Five Eccentrics, could have achieved victory over you in our final battle the other day.”

“Oh, that's right, just before the decisive battle, you and the other Five Eccentrics had some kind of exchange. I was preoccupied with other matters at the time, so I didn't pay much attention to what all of you were up to.”

Deeply immersed in reading, Eichi flips through the stack of documents carefully. A grin slowly begins to form on his lips.

“Fufu. So cute; it’s really like a fantasy story. ‘I don't want my beloved Five Eccentrics to lose. I want us to have a happy ending where no one has to be sacrificed—’”

"Indeed. He filled the pages with such impossible fantasies and impractical delusions."

“... It was only by defeating you on that stage that we somehow managed to settle things in a conclusive way. If the five of you had won that day, we would still be enmeshed in the middle of an unending conflict.”

"Exactly. I anticipated as much, which is why I was unable to accept this. This present, packed with that child's—with Natsume-kun's—dreams, expectations, and love.”

“And, because we followed the premeditated arrangement, everything went smoothly.”

“That's true. But, just as one would expect from a story desperately written by our beloved child... It's very compelling, isn't it? It'd be heartless to ignore it altogether and just throw it away.”

Wataru gently caresses the pile of documents as if consoling a little baby.

“And that's why I quickly examined the contents, committed them to memory, and secretly copied them. Only moments ago, Natsume-kun burned the original copy himself, so—that child's fantasy should, by all accounts, have been completely erased from this earth.”

Wataru laughs like a naughty child who just successfully carried out a prank.

“Everyone will assume so. And even though this is an imitation, the contents are extremely close to the real thing. No, rather, the contents are only the things that I chose to resurrect in accordance with my own preferences.”

“Hmph. But there's no way you can actually use this, right? It's just a bunch of delusions with no grounding in reality. In other words: worthless garbage. It's nothing more than a work of fiction that fabricates convenient plots for foolish readers who yearn to avert their eyes from this harsh reality.”

Eichi drops the pile of documents onto the dirty bed and sneers at it.

“It has no bearing on the real world. Those kinds of stories only exist in the minds of idealistic writers. It's not the real thing. It's not reality.”

“Right. And so, I'd like to ask you, with your firm grasp on reality, to please rework it.”

“...?”

“You're hospitalized, so you have a lot of free time, correct?”

Wataru smiles, carefully gathering up the documents Eichi dropped one by one.

“Please use that spare time to improve upon this document. And adapt it into a new story in which The Five Eccentrics, your opponents, achieve victory.”

“What would be the point of doing such a thing?”

“You must be prepared for anything the future decides to throw your way, no matter how incredibly low the chances of it actually occurring may be. You know this better than anyone, but you were born with a fragile constitution, so—you could die at any time.”

“...You're right. And now that I've lost my will to live, I'm even refusing treatment.”

“And if you, the main character of this story, were to die and abruptly, nonsensically disappear from the narrative, the entire plot would collapse.”

“.....”

"Do you understand what I mean, Eichi-kun?"

“I understand, Hibiki-kun.”

Eichi's eyes, as cloudy as a corpse's, begin to sparkle.

“I have a responsibility. A responsibility as a protagonist—as an author. I have to be prepared for when my character dies and vanishes from this world—from the story.”

"Yes. However, you don't strike me as an expert storyteller, so I thought it'd be convenient to use something as a basis—for the story. This pipe dream written by Natsume-kun is quite suitable in terms of both content and quality, right?”

“That's right. It's the story that the child prodigy, the youngest member of The Five Eccentrics, wove out of his own life force.”

This time, Eichi doesn’t sneer sarcastically. As he praises his enemy, an honest smile appears on his face.

“Thank you, Hibiki-kun. Since this is a story founded on the premise of my imminent death, I can't let Keito, who hates the thought of me dying more than anyone else, write it.”

Eichi's eyes widen, surprised at the deep affection with which he spoke these words.

He'd assumed he'd lost everything. And yet—is he only now remembering that there are still things worth loving?

“I'll write it. To ensure the story will continue after I'm gone.”

Growing more and more energetic, Eichi stains his fingers with the filth splattered across his bed and begins to scrawl on the back of the stack of documents. His handwriting is so sluggish and messy that no one besides him could possibly read it.

“First of all, let's ensure that I get defeated while I'm still alive. After bringing down The Five Eccentrics and seizing control of everything, I become a power-crazed tyrant. And so, a new generation of heroes stands up to defeat me. It could be Natsume-kun, the surviving member of The Five Eccentrics, or someone else.”

“Yes ♪ And then? What will happen next in this story?”

“It's not enough to merely change the person in power. The masses themselves should mobilize and take action into their own hands to improve the world. Yes, the next step is the people's revolution. That's why... errr... aaahh—”

Eichi is so absorbed in the moment that he scatters the documents. He clutches his head with both hands.

“I can’t work through my thoughts! I'm not a genius, so this is really hard for me! Aah, this is pathetic, and I have no right to ask this of you, but—Can you help me come up with more ideas, Hibiki-kun?”

“Yes, with pleasure ♪ I also have some time to spare, after all!”

Wataru sits on the bed and happily gazes at Eichi, who has become entirely absorbed in the act of weaving⁴ the beginnings of a new story.

“I look forward to seeing what sort of stage I'll stand on next. Aah, in both my past and present, this has always been my only source of happiness.”

“I'm out of paper! I also want something to write with! Hibiki-kun, isn't there somewhere nearby where you could buy some?”

“Yes, yes. Aren't you supposed to be my fan? Are you sure you should be bossing me around like this?”

With a smile that seems to say, Well, it doesn't really matter, Wataru shifts like a bird about to take flight.

“Come on, let's celebrate, let's weave, let's create—a story! In this second iteration, the tragedy will become a comedy! Yes, I'm certain that this next work will be a very enjoyable story!”

“Enough, enough! Stop saying unnecessary things and just hurry up! Before life leaves my body!”

“Yes, yes. You really know how to put people to work, Mr. Author... ♪”

………

And so, Hibiki Wataru chose to assist Tenshouin Eichi in the creation of his story.

Together, they supported one another, engaged in heated debates, and envisioned the future.

It was at the end of that gloomy winter when the two of them, now fine, the rulers of Yumenosaki Academy, were defeated by the revolutionaries of Trickstar.

It was a season when the seeds carried by dirty, exhausted birds finally bloomed into flowers.

1. Gilles de Rais was a leader of the French army and participated in the Hundred Years’ War alongside Jeanne d’Arc as a companion of arms. Later in his life he went on to become a serial killer of children and was condemned to death and hanged.

In the story “Cinderella on the Stake's Stage,” it’s revealed that Wataru also has a pigeon called “Jeanne d’Arc.”

2. Akira describes Eichi’s hair as “陽光を固めたような” = “As if sunlight has taken physical shape”. Likewise this is also the way he describes Wataru’s hair “月光を固めたような” = “As if moonlight has taken physical shape”.

3. We chose to interchange the words pipe dream and fantasy through the story but they often refer to the same script Natsume wrote.

4. Weaving reads as “Tsumugi” here.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars!!#enstars #enstars translation #translation #eichi tenshouin #wataru hibiki #ensemble stars!#Blackbird

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seongwave · 5 months

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⎙ » found ya

pairing : neohuman!lee eun hyuk x neohuman!reader

synopsis : exploration leads to something.

warnings : mentions of nudity. cursing. lowercase. not proofread.

exploring a not so ghost town is what you’re currently doing right not after separating with other neohumans likes you.

it’s easy to say you’re bored and you want to play something… or should i say someone.

“aah!” you groaned, kicking rocks along the way “when am i gonna encounter a monster !?” you shouted in annoyance

clearly, you wanted to have some fun killing monsters but you’re not seeing one, yet.

few more strolls there and there, you sight an unusual huge building. it was destroyed in half.

‘hmmm let’s see’ you thought before walking towards the building. already wishing you would encounter a monster or monsters here.

and you did.

“come here you ugly piece of shit !” you shouted at a half-decapitated monster with a large ear. it’s arm extended toward your way but you dodged it.

grabbing it with your bare hands, it quickly turned into an ashes.

killing the monster instantly.

“that was fucking boring” you sighed, sadly. you entered the building curiously. seeing a lots of rocks on the floor, however, something else caught your eyes.

“lee eun hyuk?” you read a name.

suddenly a loud thud came from somewhere near you. you slightly flinched but went to where the sound came from.

walking to a what seemed like a lobby, “ah !” you shouted, turning your head side ways whilst closing your eyes.

‘why the fuck is there a naked man in here!’ you internally screamed.

“care to put some clothes on ?” you asked but received no answer

“hello? are you there?” you asked once again not wanting to turn around or even open your eyes.

you felt it or him walk towards you. you can feel heat radiating his body and he smells…like shit.

“did you call me?”

seongwave 2023

#sweet home #sweet home imagines #sweet home x reader #sweet home 2 #lee eun hyuk x reader #lee eun hyuk

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scamarchive · 1 year

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WELCOME!

This is a reference archive for the fake fundraisers and associated blogs, posts, and asks of the Philippines-based pet scammer who is currently on tumblr. This scammer also makes non-pet scams from time to time.

All urls on this blog are (or were) run by the pet scammer, unless otherwise stated.

Below is a list of the pet scammer's urls, both previous and current. Earlier urls may not be listed. The urls at the bottom of the list are most recent, so please look there first! Older urls will have been terminated by tumblr.

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November 2023 edit: this list is no longer being updated.

Click here to see the archive of blog/pinned captures

Click here to see the archive of scam ask captures

To see all captures related to a specific url, click the magnifying glass above this post and type in the url. You can also search by the paypal username (ie. kyoungton or aatuck1).

Resources: General red flags for tumblr pet scams

#scam #mutual aid #fundraiser #pet scam #pet donation scam #boost

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sexydoffyman · 10 months

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Hi, can I please ask a scenario for Ace with a top male reader? With overstimulation and a lot of teasing please

MY SWEET BOY

genre: smut

includes: teasing, overstimulation

word count: 555

"Hold on a little bit more baby." You advised as you saw the impatient man laying in front of you.

He was laying on your soft bed with his hips on your thighs. You were sitting in a seiza position with your knees separated about thirty centimeters from each other. His wrists were tied by a cheap piece of rope. Could he burn it to ash? Yes. Did he want to though? No. He enjoyed it when you toyed with him like that. He loved when you were restraining him in any way. He wanted you to take care of his pleasure.

"Please touch me!" He whined out wanting to get his sweet release.

You were touching his thighs and from time to time you stroked his manhood. Every time you touched him more intimately he went nuts, whining, squirming, begging for more of your sweet touch. His satisfaction was a gift that only could deliver.

"Baby, can you hold on for me for a little bit more please?" You ordered while he was looking like a hot mess under you.

He never felt threatened by your orders instead it made his back covered in shivers. Him panting thanks to your touch was the thing he always wanted.

He looked up at you and whimpered his request with a soft voice: "Please please let me touch myself." To anyone else, his request would seem so humiliating but that didn't matter to him. You've been playing with his body for half an hour already and he was desperate.

"Do you think that you deserve it, baby?" "Have you been a good boy?" You questioned him. "Yes yes, I was a good boy I was a good boy." He pleaded for you to pleasure him.

You threw his lifeless legs over your shoulders and whispered "Good boys should let their man pleasure himself using their body right?" He only nodded as if he couldn't speak anymore. You push yourself into him which made him moan.

"Can you take me, baby?" The things you say make him grow even more impatient. "Yes yes please" He begged. Without a warning, you slammed yourself into his vulnerable body.

"You are really good boy" you muttered to his ears as you leaned over his body.

Your one hand caressed his cheek and the other rubbed the tip of his length. "T~than~nk y~ou" he whined out in pleasure. You took a hold of his member and slowly started going in up and down motion. You continued to speed up your thrusts and your hand movement.

"Aa~aAah" moans left his mouth as he came over your hand. You weren't done with him though. You readjusted your grip on his thing by putting your thumb on his tip and making circles around it.

"A~aah t-too much" "mhhhmm~" His moans filled the room when he realized that you were gonna keep going until you yourself reach your high.

Then he felt it. Your hot sperm covering his walls white when you finally let go of him.

He was panting on the bed as you pulled out of him and laid next to him. He cuddled close to you when his eyes began to shut. Before he passed out of exhaustion he heard your words.

Be ready for me when you wake up my sweet little boy.

A/N: I loved writing this. I haven't written anything in a while so i hope you enjoy it.

all requests are more than welcome

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The Show Must Go On P2

A/N: battle outfit at the end designed by @deathexe6110

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven*

"We're going to go down and exterminate demon ass!" Adam grinned. "Destroy that ass!" Lute shouted, making a muscle with her arm. "Prepare to slaughter every dinner in that shit hotel, and you all remember Vaggie?!"

"Boo! We hate her!" the exorcists all screamed. "Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass!" Lute shrieked. "Would you just--ju--chill, Lute. Fuck." Archer shot her a look, tail flicking uncertainly.

"Anyway, whoever brings me Vaggie's head gets.....uh, I dunno, a million Heaven bucks. How about that, huh?" Adam said smugly. The exorcists cheered loudly.

"Ladies, let's fuck shit up! ATTACKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" Adam screamed like he was a rockstar. "FORWARD!" Lute called, flying after her sisters in arms.

*In Hell*

The Hazbin Army stood strong in front of their home, determination standing in their auras. "Here they come. Get ready everyone. We fight together!" Vaggie shouted.

*With the Vees*

"Oh, oh! Oh this is going to be good!" Vox grinned from his spot next to Velvette.

*At the hotel*

"Now! For your souls!" Vaggie screamed, the army screaming back at her. "Let's fuck them up!" Charlie screamed.

(Y/N) and Alastor watched from on top of the hotel with sinister grins on their faces. "Let the slaughter begin." Alastor laughed menacingly as the two summoned a shield over their hotel.

Alastor nodded to the prince who grinned, and took to the skies, creating a whole in the shield big enough for him to fly through, Alastor closing it.

(Y/N) flew behind Adam, Lute and Archer, sword raised in the air. "Boo, bitch!" Ash grinned, his sword clashing with the blond's. "I've got Princey Boy here, you two take care of the others." Ash chuckled, before chasing the prince away.

"The fuck?!" Adam asked, looking back at the shield. "They appear to have some kind of shield, sir!" Lute said.

"Oh, really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me, you dumb bitch! No shit!" Adam snapped.

Alastor continued to use his tendrils to use the angelic weapons against the angels. "That's how they can kill us? With our own weapons? Fucking weak, dude." Adam facepalmed as Lute roared and raced forward.

*In the shield.*

Angel laughed as he and Cherri raced through the battle field, shooting and throwing explosives in the air. "Come'n' get some!" Angel yelled. "Eat shrapenl, fuckers!" Cherri laughed.

"All angelic weapons fire at will!" called Pentious as his cannons started firing. "Hey! Yelling while fighting doesn't help." Husk snapped as Niffty ran around stabbing the bodies of the exorcists.

"Alastor and (Y/N)'s sheild is working." Charlie exclaimed excitedly. "Trying to focus, sweetie!" Vaggie replied, Charlie ducking as she threw her spear to kill an angel who almost attacked Charlie. "Love the optimism. Still trying to focus. Aah!" She killed another angel.

"I'm fucking over this!" Adam snapped, before charging and breaking the shield. "Fuck!" Angel gasped. "Oh, no!" Charlie exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Shit!" (Y/N) grunted, as Ash knocked him back down to the hotel, into a piece of rubble, before the two took to the skies again.

Adam landed in front of Alastor with a malicious grin.

*With (Y/N)*

"Woah! Seems like you're still a hothead, dearie!" The prince chuckled. Archer was always a hot head. That's what got him into hell in the first place. "Don't act like you know me! You are a spoiled prince is nothing but a worthless monster, who doesn't deserve love!" snapped the red fox.

""Well, that was oddly personal. But look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember the love we shared. Tell me you don't remember how I stayed at your side when you lost your family in the extermination. How you don't have--" begged the prince

"I could never love a demon like you!" screamed the fox.

*With Vox*

"Oh fuck! I am so hard right now!" Vox exclaimed, thrusting his hips in the air. Velvette rolled her eyes and turned away, while Valentino raised an eyebrow.

*With Alastor*

"Adam!" greeted the deer with a cheery smile. "First man, next to die."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life!" Alastor exclaimed, slamming his staff into the ground. "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for pussies!" Adam asked before charging with his guitar in his hands.

"Nah ah ah!" Alastor chided, dodging effortlessly. "You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge-lord." Adam sliced the tendrils coming towards him.

"You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of his own fate." Alastor's shadow uppercut Adam, before manifesting into a shadow imp demon.

"Ohohoho, think you're tough shit, huh?"

"Tougher than you! Hahahaha! You lack discipline, control and worst, you're sloppy!" Alastor briefly shifted into his demon form, summoning dozens of shadow demons. "And you're..fuck---fuck you...you red piece of f--too much fucking red...fuck..Shut up!" Adam stuttered as he tried to come up with a comeback and slammed the shadow beforee Alastor slammed him into the sign.

"Hahaha! Poetry!"

"Grr, I'm going to wipe that shit eating off your face, 'cause radio is fucking dead!" Adam growled, sending angelic power at the demon.

"What just happened?" Alastor asked, his radio voice effect gone. "Fffffffuck." He muttered, screaming when Adam took advantage of the momentary distraction. "Arrgh!"

*With Vox*

"Yes!! Fuck you, Alastor. Ha ha ha ha! This is better than sex!" cheered the demon, ignoring the look Valentino sent him, as he flipped Alastor off on screen.

*Back with Adam*

Alastor grunted as he looked around, holding his side. "Have to disagree with you there. Radio's not dead, but it is ending this broadcast." hissed the Radio Demon hissed, disappearing into his shadow. "Bye, bitch." laughed Adam as he leaned on his guitar.

*With Vox*

"No! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!! Pussy!" Vox pouted like a child.

*At the Hotel*

"Right flank advance! Left flank, watch your six! Ladies! There are more coming up on your right! Get ready for them, Vagatha!" Sir Pentious screamed from up on the balcony. "Not my name! But got it." Vaggie rolled her eyes before charging.

"Sorry! Sorry. Sorry--"Charlie kept apologizing as she threw magic at the exorcists. "Now's not the time for that babe!" Vaggie chided, pushing an exorcist back. "Oh, right! Die, motherfuckers!" Charlie and Vaggie smiled at each other.

"These fuckin' Angels won't stop comin'!" Husk grumbled. "Hah!" Angel laughed at the joke, shaking his ass mockingly. "Okay, I walked right into that one." Husk rolled his eyes playfully.

Angel rushed over to where an exorcist was killing off the Egg Bois. "Hold that thought." He back flipped over the fence, used his arms to hold up the angel's arms before extending his third set of arms and shooting the angel, laughing deviously.

"You alright, squirt?" He asked the Egg as he hugged Angel's leg. "I nearly scrambled myself." whimpered the egg. "Get somewhere safe." Angel ordered, yelping as Adam started firing his powers from his fingers.

"Suck my holy light, fuckers! Yeah!" Adam grinned before Ash was thrown into him. The two grunted before getting their bearings, and seeing a smirking (Y/N) in front of the hotel. "Come on, bitches!" "Grr, come here and die like the bitch you are, Princey!" screamed Ash, as he charged (Y/N).

*On the ground*

"What? Alastor was supposed to handle him. Oh, no, he must be-" Vaggie pushed Charlie out of the way of Adam's holy light. Pentious watched on his drone's tablet. "We aren't going to last long unless we do something about him." Vaggie huffed.

"Of course." breathed the snake. He noticed Cherri running past him, and quickly grabbed her, looking at her with love in his eyes.

"I'm tryin' to fight here! Are you out of your mind?" She snapped. "Yes." replied the snake before he kissed her.

Cherri was so surprised, she dropped a bomb.

"Miss Cherri Bomb, I love you. Remember meeee!" Cried the snake, slithering away from the shocked cyclops.

"That was kind of hot." she muttered, cheeks red as she brushed her hair back.

"Eggs, activate thrusters, and charge the death ray." commanded the snake, eyes glowing in the dark. "Right away, boss!" called the Egg Bois.

"Pentious?" Charlie asked, as she Vaggie and Charlie looked at the war blimp curiously. "That crazy motherfucker." muttered Angel.

*In the blimp*

"Target in range!"

"Fire!" Pentious hissed.

Adam noticed the blimp out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, whoop!" He blasted the blimp out of existence, chuckling to himself. "That could've been ugly."

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" Charlie screamed, drawing her brother's attention. "Fuck!" He growled, pushing Ash away and flew to his sister's side.

"Fuck, you did good buddy." Angel whispered, as Charlie fell to her knees, sobbing.

"Charlie, I'm so sorry." Vaggie whispered, holding Charlie's shoulders. (Y/N) landed next to Charlie, anger radiating off him.

"Charlie."

Charlie understood the tone of her brother's voice and agreed. She growled before standing up, and calling out to their bodygaurds. "Razzle! Dazzle!"

Fire surrounded the two royals, and they changed into their full demon forms. Both had horns poking out of their foreheads, their tails whipping around angrily, and their eyes changed to red and yellow, and they screeched into the air.

"Let's ride!"

*End*

@marshm3llo

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