#sobbing into the camera like the brat prince

[evergreensandthunderstorms]

“Lestat’s an abuser!!” girl. this is a show about serial killers. girl. girl. these characters torture and kill people. gir

[imaginesmai]

Sebastian Stan - We’re a team

Mixing two requests, @squishybebe​ about an interviewer being rude to the reader (I know you said flirtry, but this is what came out, I’m sorry!) and an anon about his son interrupting a meeting. I hope you all like it!

Plot: no interview is boring since having your adorable four year old son, who needs his father as much as he needs him.

To say that Sebastian was bored was an understatement. It had reached a point where he had just resigned himself with looking at the guy in front of him and nodding a little when required.

The questions were too predictable; how did it feel to be playing one of the characters in something as big as the MCU, how was it to work with great actors like Evans or Downey, and how had it been his work out routine that had gotten him fit for the films. The interview wasn’t anymore about his new film, Endings Begging, but more about gossip. Even if he didn’t talk much, the guy was answering himself as he did the question.

“And did you have to cut on any type of specific food, like burgers and other stuff?” he asked and didn’t stop to let him answer. “Because I’ve seen your TV spot about ‘cheat day’ and you seemed pretty eager – you actually ate it after it cut off?”

Sebastian gave him a tight smile, as the guy started talking again about the obesity in the united states. He had caught the camera guy dozing off a few times, and his manager was no where to be seen anymore. From all the interviews he had done, that was without any doubt the most boring.

And the worst thing wasn’t that he was stuck there with his tight jeans, it was that he had brough you and Luca to the plato in hopes of finishing soon and giving you a tour around. Your little boy had just turned four and everything with lights and colours was amazing to him; as long as he didn’t have to stay in the same place for more than a few minutes. He got angsty and started crying, and he already felt bad enough when the clock reached the hour in there.

“Would you say you’re a role model for little kids?” the interviewer attacked again. “With your violent characters and –”

He was cut off by a thud, and everyone’s attention went to the clear glass door, including Sebastian’s, his heart quite literally rocketing out of his chest when he saw who was outside the door. Before he could even react, Luca was jumping up and grabbing the handle, the door effectively swinging open so fast that it could have broken if he wasn’t a little kid.

“Daddy!” Luca screeched, his face red and tear-streaked.  “Daddy!”

You appeared behind him the next second, looking around wildly until you found your kid. He was way too fast for you to catch, and Sebastian watched as his four-year-old kid rounded all the tech equipment and ran into a woman’s legs. She stumbled and glared at him with such fire that Sebastian felt felt anxious, but Luca didn’t seem fazed, as he rushed over his dad with his arms raised.

It was then when he noticed the what the problem was, sympathy forming in his chest as Luca slammed into his legs. You were apologising softly to the people he had ran over as you jogged towards the pair.

“I – I had an accident!” Luca sobbed with such a despair that Sebastian felt his heart ache.

The whole team were all looking at him with their eyebrows raised, the interviewer going as far as scoffing and trying to look around for someone to fix it. You landed on your knees beside them and, even if Luca had ran from where you were playing with him, the little boy reached a hand for you to take.

It had been a month since the last incident, and Luca felt really proud of it. No more wetting the bed at night when he had to sleep alone and no more staining his favourite trousers when you took to long to go home. He reminded you every day that he was already a big boy, and that soon he would be wearing a cool suit like daddy when he goes to the ‘flashy place’.

Luca sobbed even harder when Sebastian rubbed a comforting hand against his back.

“Um, can someone – take care of this?” the interviewer chuckled, looking directly at you. “We were working here, and you’re kind in the middle of something.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m sorry” you blushed in embarrassment, trying to pry Luca from Sebastian. The boy had an iron grip on his father. “It’s just – he ran out of the room, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold him.”

“Yeah, well, you should. You can’t let him run off like that, he’s going to become a brat” the interviewer talked, missing how Sebastian was sending him glares with his eyes. “What kind of mother can’t hold his son?”

“Why don’t you keep your opinions to yourself?” Sebastian scoffed. “Come one, we’ll get you cleaned up, yes?”

His voice was softer when he talked with Luca. He placed his hands under Luca’s armpits and hoisted him into his lap, not caring about the expensive sweater he had chosen for the interview. Wiping the tears away from his son’s face, he pressed his lips against your cheek and assured you that it was fine. He watched Luca’s index and middle finger disappear into his mouth. Usually, he would tell him off, but even he felt anxious with so many people looking at them.

The guy got up too when Sebastian neared the door, wide eyes and gripping his notebook. He gestured to the camera to stop recording for a second and ran towards you.

“Why are you leaving? We aren’t over” he said as Sebastian looked back to him. The interviewer took a few steps back when he noticed the angry scowl on the actor’s face. He looked between you and him, hesitant. “She can – she can take care of… him. You know, let the man of the house work. You can’t… leave.”

He attempted to joke with Sebastian, chuckling, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead of laughing and handing you Luca, he secured his grip on him and gestured you to open the door.

“I can and I will, actually” he answered as he bounced Luca up and down. “What you can do is never talk about my wife like that again, she’s as much as a parent as me, and she doesn’t need to take care of anything so that I can work. If you ever do it again, you can have a chat with my layer next, who will be very happy to hear from you”

Leaving the man open-mouthed, you left the recording room behind Sebastian closing the door behind you. You hadn’t looked up from the ground, only to check periodically on Luca, who was calming down now that he had his daddy with him. Still, there was a small proud smile on your face.

“Daddy?”

“Yes bubba?” Sebastian replied, looking back to check that the door was closed.

“Mad?”

Sebastian smiled softly as he stepped into the hallway, reaching with the hand that wasn’t holding Luca to yours. He gave it a soft squeezed, answering to your unsaid question and Luca’s one at the same time.

“Nah, it was being too boring without you. I’m always up for any of you if you need me”

Luca hid his face on Sebastian’s neck as you made your way to the spare room where you had been playing with Luca. The floor was covered in books, stuffed animals, and a few dolls that he had been playing with, mixing them in some childish fantasy about a castle and a lost prince. You didn’t say anything as you entered the room and let Luca on the floor. Bringing your travel bag, with spare clothes, you cleaned Luca in the small bathroom and changed his clothes between the two of you, putting the stained ones in a plastic bag.

You didn’t say anything as Luca talked the silence away with his ramblings about what his daddy had missed in the hour he had been away. He showed him the drawing he had done and Sebastian told him that he could go and play for a while.

Luca skipped away as you leaned against the sink.

“I’m sorry for letting him run away” you started, quite embarrassed that your four-year-old had crashed Sebastian’s interview. “When I realized what had happened it was too late, and he was already calling out for you.

“No, that’s – I don’t want you to apologize draga mea” Sebastian frowned. “I’m the one who has to apologize, I should have cut the interview sooner”

“You don’t have to cut any interview for us” you smiled at him. “I should have had a better hold on him. Your work is important, Seb, and we can’t go crashing –“

“No, my work isn’t important” he interrupted you, and with a long stride he was in front of you. “You’re important, cause you’re my family. And it’s fine if you interrupt an interview because Luca or you missed me, I can handle a few angry words from the team. But what I can’t handle is you thinking that it’s your duty taking care of everything, alright? We’re a team”

“Quite a team” you chuckled, looking down at the bag with the stained clothes.

“Yeah, but you’re my team, so that’s fine”

You didn’t say anything else and Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, in that small and shitty bathroom. Indeed, you made a good team.

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Lost

Summary: The Karasuno team are getting tired that Kageyama keeps on coming late to practice or leaving practice to early. They finally figure it out when Miwa calls and tells Tobio that Akito is lost because of them. And now they're on a manhunt for Kageyamas son. When they finally find him they witness something beautiful.

Karasuno was starting to get concerned, for lack of better words, about their setter.

Kageyama had started acting extremely strangely recently.

For starters, he seemed much more tired than usual. However, that didn't seem to affect his grades. If anything, his grades started to slowly progress. Whilst, not academy worthy, it was an improvement from how it was before.

Second of all, he seems to be getting less, what's the word, explosive and angry. Every time something that would have triggered him before into a full-on demon, he simply just took a deep breath and went back to practising.

Even if Hinata horribly messed up on receives he simply just gave a thumbs up and told him he'd get better. Even when Tsukishima was being more of an asshole than usual he just fixed him with his disappointed, motherly gaze and told him to stop being childish and to actually start acting more mature, after all, once they were second years he would have to be more mature.

Needless to say, practice had continued on very quietly, everyone questioning if the effects from Hinata serving at the back of his head were finally catching up.

The third instance is where he didn't stay behind for extra practice. If anything the moment that mandatory practice was over he would race to get all his things before leaving, yelling out a small later. He was still as flawless as ever but it had left many of them questioning what was going on.

The fourth instance in which they all, yes even Ukai, Kiyoko and Daichi, seemed to think that he had been kidnapped by aliens and replaced is when he let out a little giggle at Nishinoya, Tanka and Hinata’s childish antics.

Needless to say, practice had to finish off earlier than usual because nobody could look at Kageyama without blushing and stumbling all over themselves which wasn't particularly useful as they were practising setter and spiker teamwork.

So yes, they were all worried about what was going on. Well except for Takeda.

If anything the man seemed to be sympathetic towards Kageyama, allowing him to come late to practice and letting him leave early. It had made Tsukishima let out a snarky remark about ‘How the King is so privileged’ but he was instantly shut up when Takeda sent him a serene smile with a demon aura surrounding him. He immediately gulped and looked away. Nothing was said about Kageyama's timing ever since.

However, now everyone was starting to get tired of it. It had been okay at the beginning, but slowly the lack of explanation was starting to get one everyone's nerves.

Eventually, they had managed to corner the setter and demand he stayed there or else there would be concerns. There had been a conflicted look on Kageyama's face before he finally nodded in agreement. Nobody noticed the slight shakiness in his form and if they had they would have noticed why keeping the raven back would be a very bad idea.

At practice Kageyama seems to be more on edge, constantly checking the clock, movements more jumpy than usual. It hadn't affected his setting but it had affected his mood. Seriously.

“Why don't you say that again, asshole!?” yelled Kageyama, and to nobody's surprise and utter exasperation, at Tsukishima.

The blonde had taken full advantage of the fact that Kageyama was here and had used every little moment to taunt him further. He was ready to fight a bitch now.

“Okay I will.” and he crouched down condescendingly, face mocking and cold. It made Kageyama shiver inwardly but his anger was too strong to care. “You're a little, bratty King who's had everything handed to him and throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants.” he cooed at the again, just to add extra humiliation to the entire thing.

Kageyama blinked back tears, refusing to allow repressed and depressing memories to come back out again.

“Come on now, Tsukishima. That was just immature.” defended Hinata but the tiny dumbass turned around to face Kageyama nodding slightly. “Though it is true that you do throw a fit at every little thing, Yamayama-kun.” Hinata agreed with the blonde and said asshole had the nerve to smirk at Kageyama.

“You little-” he was interrupted by a familiar melody that his grandfather had used to sing to him and Miwa when they were children.

Immediately, Kageyama's attention diverted, practically mentally silencing everyone. From Tsukishima’s indignant taunts to the coach and Daichi telling him to get off his phone. He pressed answer, not even bothering to check if it was Miwa. In his haste to answer he had accidentally pressed the speaker but it was too late to change it when Miwa’s panicked voice came from the phone. His team became forgotten in his mind as he focused on his phone.

“Oh my god Tobio, thank god you answered.” and her voice sounded relieved sure, but there was too much panic for him to not be concerned. Ignoring the sarcastic ‘Is that your girlfriend, King?’ from Tsukishima and answered her.

“Yeah I am Miwa-niisan. Now what's going on.” and he heard choking noises from behind him.

‘He has a sister?” asked Nishinoya.

“It's Akito. I think I might have lost him!” came Miwa’s panicked voice, guilt so thick that Tobio could feel it from the phone.

However, he didn't care. The only thing he could focus on was that she had lost Akito, and that was the worst thing that could happen.

“I'm sorry? You lost me my son!?” he screeched and he heard more whispering from behind him but he wasn't focusing on that. He quickly grabbed his bag and stuffed it with his stuff before speed walking out of the gym. Distantly he could hear footsteps but he was focused on Miwa.

“How the fuck did you lose him?” he demanded, heart in his throat.

No, no, no! This couldn't happen!

“Meaning one second I was telling him that you're going to be spending more time at practice and the next after I turn around the kid is gone.” she answered, having enough sense to not use too much sarcasm at her currently distressed and explosive brother who had just found out that his son had been lost in her care.

“Miwa I swear if he isn't found…”

“Chill, bro. You know him best so look for him. When you find him, tell the brat that he's in trouble with me. Bye.” and before he could protest she hung up on him. Kageyama cursed his sister to hell and back.

Meanwhile, in a train station towards Tokyo a young woman choked back a sob, wondering just why she couldn't be a better sister

However, over at Miyagi Tobio was half way through a paix attack, despite him constantly telling himself to calm down and that panicking wasn't going to get him to find his son.

“Kageyama-kun?” came Yachi’s timid voice, and Kageyama turned to look at her, ignoring the shocked gasps from everyone. Belatedly he realised that the stuff running down his face where his tears and it must have said something about how stressed he was if didn't really care. “What's going on?” she asked, voice timid, as if her asking Kageyama would set him off again.

And it did. Just not in anger. When he tried to answer her question the only thing that came from him was a choked sob and immediately he was embraced by a warm figure. Looking down he could see Sugawara’s grey hair.

“Shhhh. What's wrong?” he asked, voice soft as he rubbed his back.

“My sister lost my son after she told him I was staying behind at practice to make sure I didn't get kicked off the team.” answered Kageyama, unwavering and blunt, but with tears still running down his face.

Everybody winced at the blunt words but didn't back down.

“Since when did you have a son, King?” asked Tsukishima, sneering at Kageyama.

“Since a while. Not my fault that none of you bothered to ask. And now, excuse me but if you don't mind I would actually like to go find Akito. Good day. I'll see you all in practice.” he spat out the last work like it was poison before getting up and trying to walk away. He would have succeeded if not for Hinata.

“We'll help!”

“Huh?” and it wasn't just Kageyama who said that, everyone turned around to stare at Hinata as if he grew a second head.

“Well it's kinda our fault that you're here, right? So we'll help!” and the moron's optimism must be infectious because Tobio was actually considering the moron's advice.

“Since when did I sign up to find the King's lost son?” Tsukishima asked, voice still as snarky as ever before.

“Since you were the one complained about Kageyama-kuns special treatment.” Takeda said sweetly and Tsukishima immediately gulped.

“Tch.” was all he said, crossing his arms and turning his head away. “How does the Prince look?” Tsukishima asked, voice irritated and annoyed.

On any normal day where he wasn't worrying about his son getting kidnapped he would have replied with the same amount of snark, but due to dealing with a snarky seven year old and the possibility of going into cardiac arrest, he answered without batting an eye.

“Here's a pic.” he answered, showing them his phone. Their breaths caught as they saw the picture of a small brunette child, in Kageyama’s arms, both smiling freely at the camera, mouths open like they were laughing at something said before. “There are two places he could possibly be. The place where I found him or the adoption centre. Daichi, Asahi, Noya, Tanaka and Kiyoko go to St Andrews adoption Centre. The rest of you are coming with me.” he ordered and for once nobody commented on his tone.

He then turned to Ukai and Takeda “I am so, so sorry for this mess.” he apologised, bowing down.

“It's fine, Kageyama-kun.” Takeda reassured him. Ukai nodded in agreement. And then Takeda turned to the rest of Karasuno. “The rest of you are going to be doing laps till you drop.” he said sweetly and everybody shivered. Even Suga, the resident wine mom.

“Call if you find him.” was all Kageyama said before taking off to the place where he hoped to the Lord that Akito would be. Distantly he could hear voices telling him to slow down but adrenaline was rushing through his blood and the need to find his son was more powerful than waiting for his team.

Eventually, the rest caught up to him all having the sense not to bother and try to scold him about running off.

They had never seen their Setter look this panicked or scared about something, boy even when they're against Seijoh. This Akito must be seriously important to him.

Eventually, they arrived at a pretty looking park that they had never seen before. Despite how pretty it looked it had a feeling of abandonment. They all shivered, sans Kageyama who was looking around like a madman.

“Akto!” he yelled, voice panicked and desperate and they all flinched when they heard how raw it was. Shit.

“Akito!! Sweetheart!! Come on!!” he yelled, running across the park. The others suddenly caught on and began yelling out ‘Akito’.

Finally, Kageyama found him, small body sat on a swing, face down, shoulders shaking.

Immediately, he took after him, uncaring if the others followed him it not, he just needed to get to his son.

“Akito!” he yelled and finally the brunette looked up in confusion. His eyes widened when he saw his mother run at him in full speed and they widened even more when said man picked him up and gelled him to his chest protective, muttering prayers and saying how glad he was okay.

“Mama?” and his voice was small again and both mother and son hated it.

“Oh, Aki-chan. Sweetheart.” Tobio said softly, pulling back briefly to give him a deep kiss on the forehead before picking him up, wrapping his legs around his waist. Sometimes being small had its advantages.

In Kageyama's peripheral vision he could see the others running at him, Suga on the phone.

“...yeah we found him. And he looks absolutely adorable…” Suga was saying but Kageyama turned his attention back to his personal sunshine in his arms, worry etched on his face.

“Sweetheart, why did you run off when your aunt came to pick you up?” asked Kageyama, hands running through Akito’s hair.

Akito mumbled something in his gym jacket but he couldn't make out what it was.

“What was that sweetheart?” and he pretended not to hear how everyone was staring at him as if he was replaced by an alien. It was kinda insulting actually.

“Auntie said that you had to stay at practice because your team was getting annoyed at you for missing practices and I realised it was my fault.” and he sounded so dejected and disappointed in himself that the Karasuno players flinched, even before Kageyama could pin them with his most vicious glare.

“Oh, sweetheart, that's not it. You will never be a burden to me, okay” and his voice was firm enough that Akito knew that there was no arguing with his mama.

“Can we go home please, mama?” he whimpered. He felt too raw with his mother's teammates looking at him as if he was this supernatural being. It was kinda annoying now.

“Mama?” Tsukishima asked, voice jeering, before Kageyama could answer. Immediately, everyone sent him a glare vicious enough to cut through even diamond.

“Problem?” Kageyama asked and he should not have looked so threatening, especially considering he was holding a child and his eyes looked slightly bloodshot but it was and Tsukishima would never admit it but he couldn't help but think that Kageyama suited the motherly role. Very well.

“Nope.” he answered.

“Good. Now come on let's go. I'll make you your fave.” said Kageyama and Akito yelled happily wiggling out of his mother's arms and jogging away slightly.

“You're the best mother ever!” yelled Akito and something that Karasuno never expected to happen was for Kageyama to throw his head back and let out a laugh so beautifully that everyone just stared at him and stared, as if he was a miracle.

Akito would definitely be joining their practices if it meant they could hear that wonderful noise again.

“Thanks sweetheart. Now come on, let's go!” he yelled before looking like he remembered something and turning to the others and doing something they never expected. He bowed in thanks. “Thank you for helping me fund Akito. It means a lot.” and when he got out of his bowing position he had a small smile on his face and they felt their hearts beat faster.

“No need to thank us, Kageyama-kun!” said Yachi, looking extremely flustered.

Kageyama merely smiled before turning back to his son and picking him up, mindless chartering being shared between them, laughter being heard along the way.

Yeah. Akito was most definitely going to be joining them in their practices.

[jumukus]

A3! Event: Starring Party ‘Stories of ‘24′ 3′ Translation

Continuation of the video message, and a little bit surprise from Izumi!

Sakuya: …

Chikage: So it’s Sakuya’s turn now, huh.

Banri: We’ve finally reached the debut shows, huh.

Sakuya: …

…

Kumon: Huh?

Muku: Is the video on pause?

Yuki: He’s moving slightly, though.

Sakuya: …

Izumi: Sakuya-kun, the camera is rolling!

Sakuya: Eh!? Ah, sorry!

My name is SakusakーーSakuya Sakuma! I played Romeo in Spring Troupe’s debut play “Romeo and Julius”.

Itaru: He’s stuttering.

Masumi: You’re too panicked.

Sakuya: Uh… “Romeo and Julius” was the first play that I led. Despite that, I was still clueless at that time. I felt like everyone ran through me in no time.

Looking back, I was embarrassed I couldn’t do anything. But I did my very best.

It still feels like a dream that I could stand on the stage with everyone in Spring Troupe, and other new friends I’ve gained through this company. I feel blessed.

Masumi-kun, I’ve become more reliable than last time. I can be a good partner to you now, so please take care of me.

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: Don’t just ignore that!

Masumi: My acting is still better than yours.

Tsuzuru: You…

Citron: Masumi is the same as ever.

Sakuya: I’ll work hard to catch up to you, Masumi-kun!

Tenma: I’m Tenma Sumeragi, playing Alibaba in Summer Troupe’s debut play “Water Me!”.

This debut play has become an important play in my life as an actor.

It was all thanks to Summer Troupe members that I could go on until our final show despite my stage trauma.

My theater experience has given my acting a lot of variation.

I couldn't have become who I am today if it wasn’t for that play. I’m really grateful to you all.

Yuki: Ew, gross.

Tenma: You!

Kazunari: Don’t fight, don’t fight!

Tenma: I’ve grown much confidence since that time, and you all have gotten better in acting.

We now have expressions and plays that can only be performed by us. I wanna continue producing the best plays with you all.

Muku: Right, our debut show was a precious play that marked the start of the Summer Troupe.

Misumi: Our first step forward~!

Yuki: Well, I do agree it was memorable.

Kumon: Wish I could’ve joined you guys from the start!

Banri: I’m Banri Settsu, playing Luciano in Autumn Troupe’s debut play “How Wonderfully Picaresque”.

My memories from that play, huh… Well, I was such an irritating brat back then.

Sakyo: You’re still a brat.

Juza: And you’re still irritating.

Banri: Fuck off.

Banri: I opened my eyes after a horrible loss that time, and because of that, I sincerely find acting interesting now.

If I hadn't joined this theater troupe and got to learn about acting, I’d prolly still live a boring life.

I’m grateful I could encounter such an interesting thing like this.

Omi: You’re being honest to Juza. How unusual.

Taichi: You’ve grown, Ban-chan!

Azami: That’s surprising.

Juza: Sickening.

Banri: I never said I’m grateful to Hyodo.

Tsumugi: I’m Tsumugi Tsukioka. I played Michael in Winter Troupe’s debut play “Sympathy for the Angel”.

Up until this day, I still think it was an extremely risky decision to entrust us with the task of winning the match to ensure the troupe’s future.

But once I got on the stage, all the fear and anxiety I had disappeared. I was so happy I could perform a play again.

I might still be unreliable as a leader, but…

I still want to stand on stage with all Winter Troupe members and everyone else. That feeling hasn't changed.

I’ll continue to be in your care.

Azuma: You’re not unreliable.

Tasuku: Lead us in your own way.

Guy: You’re a very admirable leader, Tsukioka.

Hisoka: Keep being you, Tsumugi.

Homare: I’ll be in your care too.

Tsumugi: Thanks.

Sakyo: ...With this, we’ve watched all 24 video messages.

Banri: Still, it’s amazing that we could perform this many plays despite what happened.

Tenma: True, and a lot at that.

Tasuku: It’s also a miracle that we didn’t lose a single person.

Taichi: That’s sick!

Manager: *sobs*... *sobs*... we've truly come so far…

Hisoka: ...Is he drunk?

Azuma: He should be sober. He doesn’t drink much after all.

Sakyo: Good grief…

Kazunari: Alrighty. Next up is the all-night screening partyーー.

Izumi: Ah, hold on. There’s something I like to show you guys.

Sakuya: Huh?

Izumi: …

Sakuya: Director, this is…

Kazunari: Did you make this?

Izumi: Yup. An acquaintance taught me how to do it. I’m glad I barely finished it in time.

Filming you guys while looking back at our plays made me recall a lot of things that happened.

And when I looked back at the number of plays we have done, I realized it was by no means easy to prepare for either of them.

We all struggled and suffered, but we also helped each other out and overcame the hardship in the end.

I was also an actor before. I know how hard it is to simply make it through the final show of a play.

Mustering our willpower and strength, we will run through to the end without compromise after telling ourselves to do better…

I want to express my gratitude to all of you after all the pain and difficulties that we’ve been through.

Thank you so much.

I’m so proud that I could produce plays with you all in this troupe.

I’ll continue to be in your care.

Sakuya: ーーThe same goes for us, director! Please take care of us!

Masumi: It’s not that difficult as long as I’m with you.

Citron: We’ll work hard because standing onstage with everyone is so much fun!

Tsuzuru: Let’s produce even better plays!

Itaru: But well, we all need to be careful not to push ourselves too hard and run out of energy.

Chikage: He’s right. We have a lot of members who like to charge ahead here.

Banri: I mean, we’re still far from over, y’know.

Sakyo: Let’s keep going like this. We don’t have money to spare for vacation.

Azami: The hell is that? Are we dogs* or something?

Omi: Shall we give it our all again?

Juza: I intend to polish my acting even more.

Taichi: I’ll keep doing my best, director-sensei!

Kazunari: I think I can do more designs~! Let’s keep doing interesting things!

Yuki: I also have a lot of things I wanna do with our costumes.

Azami: I’m gonna increase the quality of our makeup too.

Tenma: Of course this also goes for our acting. We still have rooms for improvement.

Kumon: We have to rehearse more and get better!

Muku: Yup. My wish has come true, but I’m still going to do my best to be a more beautiful prince!

Misumi: I wanna perform more and more exciting plays with you guys~!

Tsumugi: I’m also not going to lose with everyone. I’ll try my best as Winter Troupe’s leader.

Tasuku: I want to focus more on my own acting too.

Homare: There’s no end to art! You can shine as far as you want.

Guy: Arisugawa is right. I still have lots of things I need to learn.

Hisoka: Arisu said some decent things for once.

Homare: Do you have any objections, Hisoka-kun?

Hisoka: ...Not really. I’ll continue to do my best as actor Hisoka Mikage.

Homare: That’s the spirit!

Azuma: Fufu, I’ll try keeping up in my own way. I feel like I can do my best if you guys are here with me.

Manager: Our next goal is Fleur Award!

Izumi: Guys…

Let’s do our best to win the Fleur Award!

(We’re still far from over… We’re still far from our goal, but we should be able to reach it as long as we’re together.)

(No, we will reach it. I'll do my best to help make everyone fully bloomed through incredible plays!)

T/N: Azami might be referring to the phrase 馬車馬のように働く which is equivalent to working like a dog.

< ‘Stories of 24′ 2 | Masterlist

[writemywaytoyourheart]

He sees your self-harm scars | Seokjin

Requested: kind of,,, @tangledsparkles gave me the idea, so thanks love, ILY ❤️

a/n: I... love....Kim Seokjin... D@MMIT!!! This is one of my favorites I've done, honestly, pls I love him so much. Enjoy it cuties!! -chip

pairing: Seokjin x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly; self harm scars but no details on how or why.

Trigger Warning- if you're easily triggered by this topic, pls don't read

“Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!”

The chants of all the ARMY in the crowd makes goosebumps go up and down your arms as you hurry your way down the hall to the dressing rooms. You mumble along to it as they scream the name of each member, a smile breaking out on your face at the name of your boyfriend; Kim Seokjin. You always loved the fan chant, whether it’s live or on a screen it always seems to send chills down your spine. You make it to the dressing rooms and greet the stylists that are prepping for when the boys need to come and change for the next song. They smile and bow to you as they keep hurrying around the room and setting up make-up and costumes. You look to the corner and see the TV set that has the boys performing live on it. You smile and watch until a staff member comes to take you to where you’ll watch the concert and greet the boys afterwards.

You’re sitting in a room on a couch that’s actually quite comfortable, there is a TV screen on the wall in front of you and your foot is tapping to the beat of one of your favorite BTS songs; Fake Love. Humming along and smiling you coo when the camera man zooms in on your man when it’s his solo and he’s dancing and singing his sweet heart out- not to mention looking really freaking hot while he does it. You clear your throat and push your hair back. It’s suddenly really hot in here….You look down and realize that you still have your big jacket on; it was snowing outside when you came in and you forgot you hadn’t taken it off yet. You pull it off quickly and sigh at the cool air hitting your skin. The next song is Jin’s Epiphany and you sit closer to the screen when he starts playing the piano; falling in love with him all over again. His beautiful voice makes your breath catch in your throat and you stare at him in awe, he really is a Disney prince come to life, isn’t he?

-

A few hours later and the concert ends, you clap along with the rest of the ARMY in the crowd and stand up from the couch, smiling ear to ear at the boys bowing on the screen. Another few minutes and a staff member finally comes to tell you that the boys are coming and you should hide in the dressing room to surprise your boyfriend. You brighten at the idea and quickly follow him into the dressing room again, you see a rack of clothes with Jin’s name on them and deem it the perfect hiding spot. You walk over and hide yourself in the clothes, giving the staff member a thumbs up and then disappearing completely. He laughs and goes to see where the boys are.

After another minute the door opens and you hear the boys walk in, except you can’t tell who all came in and in what order, so you wait to jump out; you peek through the clothes and see Jimin talking animatedly to Jungkook and they both laugh, then Jungkook looks in your direction and chokes, his eyes widening when he see you peeking out. You put a finger to your lips and he nods subtly, pretending like nothing happened. Then Jin is suddenly there, his back to the clothing rack, how can you tell it’s him when they are all wearing the same thing? You’d know those wide world shoulders anywhere. You jump out suddenly and wrap your arms around Jin’s waist causing him to jump and scream.

“WAHH!” Jin flips around to defend himself but when he sees it’s only you his face relaxes visibly and he pulls you into a hug, “ah princess, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Jungkook is laughing his head off on the other side of the room, “careful y/n, Jin-hyung is too old to play scare tricks on.” You laugh when Jin raises his hand and mumbles at Jungkook, “you, you little brat. Get out of here.” Jungkook laughs then leaves with the others to give you two a moment. Jin pulls you close and kisses you softly sighing against your mouth, “I missed you darling.” You hug him tighter and sigh, “I missed you too baby.” Jin smiles at you adoringly and brushes your hair out of your face. You smile sleepily and he takes your hands to give you little kisses all over them. That’s when you realize you left your coat in the other room and you’re wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Jin doesn’t let you pull away when you start to try and take your hands away from him; he just pulls you closer and kisses your fingers, going down to your palms and then your wrists that are covered with scars from your dark past.

“Jin…”

“Mm?” He opens his eyes and smiles sweetly at you, “you’re beautiful y/n, you know that? Even prettier than me.” He winks at you and you laugh nervously, still trying to pull your hands back. Suddenly JIn takes your chin and makes you look at him, “y/n? I already know about them. Please don’t hide from me.” You freeze and he continues softly, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, since you haven’t brought it up yet. But, I thought I’d let you know I love you and everything that comes with you.” Your eyes burn from the tears threatening to spill.

“But they’re ugly…”

“Can I tell you something?”

“What is it?” You sniffle and wipe your nose with the back of your hand when he lets your hands go to bring his hands to your cheeks.

“What’s my favorite thing to call you?”

“Huh?”

“You know what it is, what is it?”

You blink in confusion and then mutter, “uh, princess?” He nods and kisses your nose, “wanna know why I started to call you that?” You smile and look at him, “because you’re a prince?” He laughs and shakes his head then he pulls you into his chest, “because all the strongest princesses have battle scars.” The sob that escapes your throat is unattractive to say the least, but Jin just coos and shushes you, “it’s okay to cry princess, I love you…Don’t ever be ashamed of the battles you fought. You’re alive and you’re with me now. Thank you, thank you for fighting.”

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a/n 2.0: if you don't love this man....unfollow me pls....he doesn't get the recognition he deserves. and I won't stand for anyone leaving a member out. Ok...I'm done...thanks for reading!! Jin stans: YOUR TIME HAS COME, RISE NOW. -chip

[thevirtualcanvas]

To Be Loved By: Prompto

Being loved by Prompto Argentum can be compared to a heavy summer storm. It surrounds your senses, falls on your skin like a million tiny kisses. There’s no break and it affects everything you touch, yet it’s warm and it’s welcome. Your life was a heavy long haze and being loved by Prompto is a relief, it lets you breathe, it begs you to feel. Sure it comes out of nowhere, in a clash and a flurry and your his for the taking. In the beginning it affronted you with an electric intensity that catches you by surprise, leaves you dazed and soaked in dizzying affection. Being loved by Prompto is like being caught out in the rain, there’s something alluring about being stood in the centre of the storm, watching as it whirls around you, a pure force of nature, and that’s exactly what he is.

He took you out to the local park and bought a picnic lunch for your first date. He’d just applied for the Crownsgaurd and still didn’t have much money but was so excited you’d said yes to going out he planned the day to the T. He took you out on the duck pond, bought ice cream, snapped photo’s of you all day long. Capturing your every moment on camera with a soft smile and a giddy heart. Then he took you to the founders festival and won you a Rogue Queen plushie with a sharp shot and a cocky look. He dropped you off at the door and you felt almost sad the day was over. He told you how much of a blast he’d had and wanted to know if you’d see him again. As if you’d ever say no, you we’re smitten the moment you saw him at his work, the studio when he took your yearly company photo (as an apprentice no less) and made you all wear silly hats, daft looks on your faces, and have an enjoyable time. He was charming, you flirted, he flirted, you found his number in the copy of the photo you received and a cute little note asking for coffee.

Then it seemed like it just happened. Awkwardly. Uncertain. Then you just fell into a routine. There wasn’t even a conversation. One day you just started to refer to him as your other half, he would call you his better half. He spends as much time at your apartment as he does at Noct’s. You’ve met the Prince a couple of times, just lounging on your sofa, that was a shock the first time it happened. Prompto apologised profusely. Did I forget to mention my bff in the whole world is the Crown Prince? He fixed the pressure on your shower and the broken latch on your window and it was forgiven that the bloody PRINCE was chilling in your untidy lounge. You also get a gift basket from the office of King Regis once a month as a thanks for letting Noctis ‘crash’ on your sofa when neither can be bothered to go home and decide upon a sleepover. It’s a joy to see him turn the space into something that belongs to both of you. You can often find him tinkering with camera’s on the breakfast bar. Editing images on his laptop in the lounge, hair pushed back and comfy clothes on. Singing in the shower as his running gear is spinning in the washing machine. Making you breakfast, he can do that much at least, singing little songs about the things you do as you get dressed in the morning, and begging for attentions before you leave for the day. So many little and longing kisses you almost miss your bus.

The few times you spend time at his house, his parents are never home. He says it doesn’t bother him, but – you know, he’d like them to meet you at least once. He just smiles, pretends like it was his dastardly intention to get you all alone in the first place so he can make his move. Prom, you remind him, we have a whole flat where you can make a move. Yeah but I haven’t seduced you in my childhood room, babe, he reminds you. Though it makes him sad, his found family is just as important to his as his adopted one (Which you only found out by accident. How can two people with jet black hair have a blonde kid??) You often find yourself under the precise hosting of Ignis Scientia. It’s Noctis’ night, but no one wants him to cook after last time, burnt toast anyone? It’s the handful of time Prompto smiles genuinely when he’s in the company of friends. It reaches his eyes, crinkles those beautifully angular edges and it reaches your heart. You want to kiss him across the table and all the way back home to the bedroom, if you make it, if not the sofa is fine too.

He truly is like a thunderstorm. His self hatred and deprecation can be alarming. It clatters through the day like a gong of thunder. Echoing through the walls as his fears and anxieties cause him to fall apart. He’s not good enough. Never good enough. Usually after a text from his parents. Or a bad session of training. When Gladio kicks his ass in sparring or Ignis reprimands his lack of concentration when it comes to first age history. Or Noct has bailed on him because of some boring dignitary and their brat and you find him curled up in your bed, sobbing like his heart is breaking, scratching and scratching at his wrists until they’ve bled all over your sheets. You can’t tell him otherwise. That voice in his head is so strong it blind-sides him, over-rides every logical thought and reason. You just have to ride the storm with him and wait until the grey dissolves and the rain patters to a stop. Then you pick up the pieces and build Prompto back together again.

Prompto is more affectionate after these episodes, he needs to apologise, but he also needs to feel deserving of your love. He’ll cling to your waist, search for your hands, seek your lips and you just have to be patient. It’s how he loves you. It’s the only thing in this world he’s confident in doing. He doesn’t know how to accept himself but you, you’re absolute. Infallible, he might be made of sunshine, but to Prompto, you are the sun. He gravitates towards you, basks in your light and finds his solace in your presence.

I love you, you know that, right? He’ll tell you every day. As you wake up, over message with tonnes of emojis and gifs to hide his serious tone, over dinner, and every time his goes out for a run. He tells you when he makes love to you, where ever he makes love to you. He bakes into every single touch. I love you. As he kisses you from top to toe. I love you. As he makes you see white hot pleasure. I love you. As he insists on touching you again, everywhere, long dexterous hands knowing exactly what you need. I love you. As he slides himself into your body, finally. Moving with so much vigour you might pass out. I love you. He’s ready to go again, body glowing, hands wandering. Eager to love you as many times as you’ll allow him, as long as you’re willing. I love you, you know that, right? Prompto will whisper into your ear as your curled up against his chest, long, lean legs intertwined into yours and fingers ghosting along your arms and shoulder. Holding you tight, even though you need to shower and you should really unload the washing machine. It weakens your resolve until all you want to do is fall apart in his arms and tell him: I love you too, you know that too, right?

Being loved by Prompto is like a storm, yet being in love with Prompto is the whole season. It’s hot and heady. It can wear you down and  knock you sideways. But what can you say, you’ve always been a fan of the sunshine and being loved by it personified makes you the warmest and happiest person on Eos.

[iamthechocobabe]

Hello there, i really like your blog! So, uhm, if it's okay, something NSFW, a oneshot for Blind!Ignis? In the past Ignis's s/o left him because she had to take the rein of her land, leaving him heartbroken. After Ardyn's defeat Noctis tries to seek alliance to rebuild Lucis's province, so Ignis meets her again. In the following months they subtly flirt at each other, and sexual tension exlpodes suddenly. Bonus for a protective Gladio who doesn't want to see Iggy hurt again.

First, let me apologize sincerely. I don’t know what it was about this request, but it gave me absolute hell. I stared at it for about three weeks and only had about six hundred words written. It was horrid and I was very tempted to drop it altogether, but I don’t want to do that. What can I say, I’m a people pleaser. Then I decided to take a step back and look at it from a different angle. 

And I decided to do it from Ignis’ point of view…

Don’t hate me? 

Second, I feel like this is…subpar at best. I’m sorry if it didn’t meet expectations. Again, something about this just gave me a worst time. 

Thirdly, it is long. Sorry again DX

Well, I’ll tag the senpais anyway: @bespectacled-girl @roses-and-oceans @itshaejinju @themissimmortal @cupnoodle-queen @gladiolus-mamacitia if I’m missing anyone I’m sorry I’m literally exhausted right now. 

Don’t Leave Me. Don’t Go. IgnisXReaderNSFWWord Count: 5,669

When Ignis woke up, he knew something was wrong-he knew his eyes were open and he knew he should see something and see where he was, figure out what had happened to him after seeing the Chancellor…yet he didn’t. 

Everything was black. 

Gladiolus was the first person that was there, of course. He explained everything that had happened, how Lunafreya had been murdered by the chancellor, how they found Noctis and he was still unconcious after the fight with Leviathan…

How Ignis was now blind. 

Gladiolus and Prompto tried to cheer him up, insisting that there was hope for getting his sight back and with a little r&r, Ignis would be back to normal in no time. Well, firstly, Ignis knew now was no time for rest or relaxation. The Impire was now in absolute control and he knew it was his duty to fight alongside Noctis to help reclaim the Crystal and help save all of Lucis-all of Eos at this point. Second, while Ignis appreciated the encouragement and hopefulness of his friends and the doctors, Ignis somehow knew better. 

Ignis knew right away that he would never see again. 

Ignis wasn’t dumb-he knew from a young age that something like this could happen when fighting alongside Noctis. When he was growing up, a million scenarios had run through Ignis’ mind, so Ignis could plan what he would do if something happened to him. Lose an arm in battle? Find a way to fight one handed. Lose a leg? Adapt to a prosthetic. Lose the ability to walk due to a spinal injury…all of  this planning, though and the thought of him losing his sight never crossed his mind. Ignis knew Gladio, he’d known him practically all of his life and he knew that Gladio was itching for Ignis to go back to Cape Caem and have the rest of the group go on to Tenebrae and Niflheim. What on Eos was he going to do now? 

And when Ignis heard his phone ringing, he knew who it was. Part of him was relieved, wanting desperately to hear your voice while the other part dreaded the news he would have to tell you. What if you decided his new disability was too much and left him? Ignis knew he was strong and could handle a lot, he knew he would be able to handle his adjustment of no longer being able to see, though it would be difficult…

But he didn’t think he could handle you leaving him. 

You had wanted to go with him, had insisted and even hid in the boat’s luggage compartment to try and sneak your way to Altissia. Thank the Gods Prompto had accidentally packed his camera in his bag and wanted to grab it before heading to Altissia, because the minute Ignis saw you trying to cover yourself in suitcases, he plucked you right out of that boat and set you on the docks without a word. You had always been a bit of a spoiled brat, always used to getting your own way being one of the only nobility related to Lady Lunafreya and Ravus Nox Fleuret, though they were just your distant cousins and you didn’t know them all that well. 

You had it hard, Ignis knew this and was why he let your brattiness go 99% of the time. Your parents had divorced when you were young, leaving your father a heartbroken drunk in the ghetto of Insomnia and your mother a paranoid emotionally manipulative royal in Tenebrae. You spent half of your youth in Lucis trying to keep your father’s business afloat and the other half in Tenebrae trying to please your nobility obsessed mother. Ignis didn’t even meet you until after Niflheim had invaded and taken over Tenebrae, killing Ravus’ mother and capturing the two of them in the process. Your mother had been one of the only surviving nobility from Tenebrae besides Lunafreya and Ravus that had been publicly killed to prove a point that the royal line for Tenebrae was dead besides the young prince and princess. 

You were trapped-you would never return to your birthplace in Tenebrae again and were rumored dead to help keep you safe. Ignis had awkwardly comforted you when he saw you crying in the stairwell of the Citadel after an awkward memorial service for those murdered in Tenebrae. But ever since then, you and Ignis had become inseperable, with you joining and rising in the Crownsguard to be able to accompany the four men on their quest to Altissia. 

Which was probably why you were so pissed when Ignis insisted you stay behind-but now that Ignis could no longer see, oh how happy and relieved he was that you were still safe in Lucis. 

Saying your name in a soft whisper, he answered your phone call, relief filling him when he heard your worried voice asking over and over what had happened, if everyone was alright, what was going to happen now. 

“We’re alright,” Ignis assured you, but bit his lip. He had to tell you…but what if you left? 

“Ignis, I have to tell you something,” You talked over him, apparently not hearing what Ignis was trying to tell you. But Ignis let it go, it was just a few more minutes of him not having to tell the dreadful news right? 

“Of course, love…what is it?" 

"Ignis…” You paused and took a deep breath, a shaky breath like a leaf on the breeze of a harsh wind. Ignis felt his stomach drop a little, knowing that whatever news you had it wasn’t going to be good-and he was right. “Ignis, I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to say it, okay? I’m leaving," 

You had known-maybe Gladio had told you before you could get a chance to call him or Prompto had. But you had found out he was now blind and you…you were leaving him. You were leaving him. 

No. Ignis’ heart began to ache in a way he hadn’t known was possible, suddenly fighting the urge to sink to his knees and begin sobbing and begging for you to change your mind. His thoughts were unreasonable, insensible yet they flooded his mind almost making him go into a full on panic attack. No, no no no no no…anything but this. Give me blindness, give me deafness, I’ll never walk again with a smile on my face, just don’t take her from me. 

Yet, Ignis hid it all-he fought the temptation to beg for you to reconsider, fought the urge to find you in Lucis and fall to his knees and took a deep breath, almost as shaky as yours. "What do you mean?" 

"I’m going to Tenebrae-I’m going to get my homeland back," 

"What?” Ignis had expected your answer to be something about how you wouldn’t be able to handle his new disability, how you couldn’t wait for him or something of the like. But…Tenebrae? 

“Lunafreya’s dead, Ignis. Except for Ravus, the royal line in Tenebrae is completely gone and we all know where Ravus stands with the Empire. But they think I’m dead too-they don’t know that I’m still alive and that’s why I’m going back. There’s rebellion forces that have been trying and failing for years to rebel against Niflheim and now I’m going to join the fight-they need a leader, someone for them to look up to-" 

"Love, wait,” Ignis stopped your tirade, putting his hand to his head to try and get himself to think. Tenebrae was crawling with the Impirial army, Ignis knew you would be killed-this was worse. Much, much worse than he could have imagined when you called him. 

“I can’t wait anymore Ignis-I’ve never been the simple minded nobility princess you always liked to believe I was," 

"I never thought that,” Don’t leave me. Don’t go. 

“I-I’m sorry, Ignis. I care about you, more than anything, but I’m not going to sit around and plant a shitty garden anymore-this is something I have to do," 

Stop. Wait. It was all happening so fast as Ignis racked his brain to figure out and think of something to say that would make you realize how dangerous you were acting, how you would be dead the minute you set foot in Tenebrae. 

But all he could think was ‘Don’t leave me' 

"I promise I’ll be careful, Ignis-don’t worry about me,” There’s a slight pause and Ignis swears he hears a muffled sob on the other end before hearing a shaky “I love you,” before his phone beeped softly to show that the call had ended. 

“Iggy,” Gladiolus must have come in while Ignis was on the phone, but Ignis found himself not caring. Ignis honestly thought the world could end at that exact moment and he would not give a single shit. “Was that…" 

"She left me,” The whispered statement was out as Ignis stared at nothing…why was his world suddenly so empty? Somehow, being blind didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. 

“What?” Gladio sounded shocked, though Ignis couldn’t tell obviously. “Does she know…I mean, about how you’re-" 

"She didn’t give me a chance to tell her,” Ignis whispered, the only thoughts swirling in his head being 'She’s gone. She left me. I’ll never see her again.' 

“What the hell is her problem?” Ignis heard Gladio talking, he knew Gladio was saying words, but Ignis didn’t hear him. “Ignis?" 

She left me.

11 years later…

Ignis walked towards the Citadel library with a hurried step, trying to get himself to calm down but knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to be able to calm down. He told himself that he shouldn’t hurry, that she wasn’t going anywhere, but he still found himself hurrying to his destination-thing is? You don’t hurry when you’re blind and Ignis was reminded of this fact once again when he accidentally miscounted his steps and ran into a corner. 

Ignis took the second he had to recalculate where he was to find his way to the library to calm himself down. Just stop-there’s no point in getting yourself wound up because it’s going to end badly again…right? 

Eleven years ago, shortly after Noctis had gone into the crystal, Ignis had hoped and prayed that he would some day see you again and looked for you when he could and asked about you everywhere he went, the prayer that you were at least alive and safe always in the back of his mind. Eight years ago, Ignis heard word that rebels from Tenebrae had been cut down by a daemon nest when they tried to take kill Ardyn, but Ignis still refused to give up hope. However, the feeling of hopeless from the darkness and depression from the world leaked into his mind and six years ago, he gave up hope and decided that you were either dead or had become a horrific version of a daemon. Four years ago, he had resided with himself that whatever had happened to you, he would never see you again. Two years ago, he had made his peace with that. 

Then, six months ago, Noctis had formed the Unity for Lucis alliance, an alliance geared to help the reunity of all countries of Eos to become one. When Noctis said to Prompto years ago that he wanted to tear all borders down, he meant it. Ignis had somewhat expected that-he didn’t expect you to waltz in the Citadel throne room to represent Tenebrae. 

Ignis hadn’t even realized he had gone through the five stages of grief when he first heard your voice, when Prompto had mentioned your name and said that it was you and you were alive and well. Denial-she can’t really be back, I’m sure it’s just someone who looks like her. Anger-so what if it is her? she left me, she left me when I needed her most. Bargaining-Could it be her? Please, I’ll give anything, let it be her. Depression-it’s not her, she’s dead, she was killed, oh Gods, I’ll never see her again. And finally, acceptance-It is her. I know that voice-she’s alive. 

You were alive. And now Ignis’ only regret was never seeing your beautiful face again…and yet, he was somehow okay with this. 

It was awkward at first, as Noctis had paired the two of you for a project (on purpose or not, Ignis still wasn’t sure). The two of you had spent almost an hour sitting in awkward silence, not sure what to do or say. Then, you had mentioned something about a time when you were younger, how you had caught Ignis in the shower at the Crownsguard. And just like that, it was as if the eleven years of separation had never happened. 

It was like you never left and Ignis wasn’t going to complain how nice it felt to have you back in his life. But he always kept himself on guard around you, always holding back despite the slight flirtation the two of you made in the past few months. Maybe it was because he didn’t know where you stood, maybe it was because he was afraid of getting hurt again…Ignis didn’t really know himself and it really didn’t matter. 

At least, that’s what Ignis told himself until he heard his name mentioned in the deep corners of the Citadel library. Most people probably wouldn’t have picked it up, but Ignis was always very observant of his surroundings even when he still had his vision. 

Ignis felt compelled to follow the voice, eventually recognizing you and hearing you speak…though it was harshly. And with…Gladio? Gladio was supposed to be at Cape Caem working on rebuilding the lighthouse with Iris, what was he doing here? 

"You think I don’t see how you’ve been acting around him? Fluttering your eyelashes and tossing your hair, by the Six it’s disgusting,” Oh, dear. Gladio had always been angry at you for leaving Ignis and when you came back, Gladio never failed to throw a snide or sarcastic comment whenever the subject of Ignis’ old flame-you-came up. And it seems Gladio was gonna let it be known exactly where he stood when it came to you; but just as Ignis started to interfere, your voice and words stopped him. 

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Gladiolus-and even if I did, what I do around Ignis is none of your goddamn business," 

"I’m making it my business. I’m not watching him go through this all over again-I’m telling you right now, you’re going to leave him alone," 

"I already said I was sorry, but I had to leave-you know why I left," 

"Right-and how many of those innocent rebels from Tenebrae got killed following your command?" 

Oh-that was low, even for Gladio. Ignis was about to jump to your defense, but it seems like it wasn’t needed. 

”Fuck you, Gladiolus Amicitia. At least I was trying to do something rather than sitting on my ass in the dark. What did you accomplish besides sitting on your ass waiting for your precious king to come back?“ 

"You’re working with that precious king to rebuild the world-or had you forgotten?" 

"There’s a lot of things I’d like to forget, Gladiolus, but that’s not one of them," 

"Then you must have forgotten how you still left him. You left him when he needed you most, you heartless bitch," 

"Gladio, how many times do I have to say that I didn’t know what had happened to him before I called before you finally get it?" 

"Oh? And if you did know, would you have still left?" 

There was a pause-Ignis held his breath, waiting desperately and not sure if he was hoping or dreading a yes. But he stepped back while doing so and unexpectedly bumped against a bookshelf while doing so. 

"Ignis!” Your surpised voice was now closer as Ignis sensed you approaching, smelling the sweet perfume you used. It was times like these, when Ignis smelled your perfume or heard you giggle that he realized how much he missed you and how desperate he was to hold you close to him once again. 

But he held himself back once again, like always. 

“Are you ready, then?” Ignis gestured towards the Citadel conference room, where you two would work on rebuilding parts of Tenebrae and quelling the fear of citizens so used to being under Niflheim rule that joining forces with Lucis was terrifying to them. “What…did you and Gladio talk about?" 

Ignis heard a rustling and sensed that you had turned your head back to glance at Gladio, who Ignis could only assume was still sitting in the background stewing in anger, like he always was whenever you two went off together. Ignis wasn’t even sure why he had asked the question, but the answer you hadn’t had a chance to give to Ignis still lingered in Ignis’ mind. He longed to hear the answer and craved it suddenly. 

If you had known Ignis was blind, would you have left? 

"Nothing important,” You mumble before taking Ignis’ elbow and helping to lead him into the conference room.

“The people aren’t going to be used to hearing or even seeing peace-ten years in darkness was nothing compared to what they’ve gone through," 

"Of course,” Ignis nodded, making a note in his verbal notepad that would take notes from what they talked about and had a braille keyboard attached so he could type notes when he felt the need to add a footnote. “We will be sensitive when approaching," 

"I don’t think sensitivity is going to cut it-I’ve heard talk that a few people are going to rebel if we join forces with Lucis. It’s up to us to convince them otherwise," 

"And how are we going to do that?" 

"Beats me, isn’t this Noctis’ job?" 

Ignis sighed and sat back in his swiveled chair, rubbing his temple with one gloved hand. "You would think…that was the case in Altissia-I honestly think he’s much better at negotiation than you or I ever could be," 

"I guess so? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there,” There was a hint of resentment, a hint of bitterness in your tone of voice. How on Eos could you be bitter about this when Altissia had turned out to be extremely dangerous after all? Ignis was a walking example of how dangerous Altissia was eleven years ago. 

“And thank the Gods you weren’t,” Ignis didn’t mean for his words to come out slightly bitter as well, but they came out like that anyway. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ignis felt your arm graze against his when he stood up and he felt the anger now seeping off of you. You were angry…why exactly? “Are you saying I can’t take care of myself?" 

"I didn’t mean anything by it, six,” Ignis rubbed his temples, softly cursing himself for bringing up Altissia. “I just meant that it was dangerous there after all-you know it was," 

"I know it was, Ignis,” You grabbed a book to turn the pages angrily, only to toss said book back onto the table. At least, that’s what it sounded like. 

“Then why are you angry?” Ignis stood up now, trying to quell your anger by placing his hands on your shoulders only for you to angrily shake him away. 

“Because…because fuck, Ignis, I could have been there! I could have protected you, I could have-" 

"You could have gotten yourself killed,” Ignis snapped, hoping to get you to see sense. 

“You don’t know that, Ignis! Gods, why can’t you see?" 

”( apologize dear, but I can’t exactly see right now,“ 

"That’s my fucking point! Maybe if I was there, you could see and…and…" 

Ignis paused, waiting for you to finish, but he heard a distinct sniffle. The memory of your crying face burned in his mind and he instinctively put his hands on your shoulders to comfort you, again feeling like the past eleven years hadn’t happened. "And what?" 

"And…I love you, Ignis. You have no idea how much it broke my heart to leave you, but you know why I left. And if I was there, I would at least have been able to see you and say a proper goodbye before I left-and told you that I was gonna do everything in my power to make it back to you,” you finally finished and Ignis swore he felt a tear land on his glove, and it was not his own. 

Warmth flooded Ignis through every fiber of his being, right down to his toes…what he wouldn’t have given to see your face, but you were alive. He had already bargained in his mind so much for you, prayed and begged that you were at least safe in the past years; he figured not being able to see your face was a small price to pay. “You…you love me?” he asked, not daring to hope for the answer, but hoping all the same. 

There was a pause and with every second, Ignis felt his world crumble once again and he realized he had been hoping despite telling himself not to. Then you said it. 

“I never stopped, Ignis-I’ve always loved you," 

Your words lit a fire in Ignis-years of longing for you in the cold loneliness of the dark world came bubbling to the surface and before he could rationalize what he was doing, Ignis pressed a greedy kiss to your lips. He told himself to stop, told himself he needed to hold himself back like he always did, but his mind was too dizzy from your sweet smelling perfume and his heart was too busy fluttering from your words. 

You were alive. 

And you loved him. 

Ignis felt your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away and on instinct, Ignis let it happen and backed away. 

The silence was horrible, horrific. Every second felt like a tiny dagger stabbing him and Ignis waited patiently for your furious words to scream at him for doing what he did. 

What Ignis got instead was your own greedy kiss for him and feeling your tongue push eagerly against his lips and Ignis was only too happy to comply. 

Ignis blinked hard to get himself to shake the foggy feeling in his brain, but your tongue pressing and running along his own tongue pushed him back into a hazy mist that he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave. In fact, he was positive he wasn’t going to leave that lust filled haze as he pushed you against the table in the conference room, bending your back and lifting your legs so you sat on the edge with little to no room to work on spreading your eager legs. 

"Ignis,” Ignis heard you gasped when he broke away to give you air and started savagely biting and nipping at your neck-while you loved every sharp bite that was soothed with a loving kiss and lick, you were still shocked to your core. Ignis was by no means a vanilla lover, but this…you didn’t remember him ever being this rough. “Ignis, the door-go lock the door," 

Hearing your breathy voice somehow angered Ignis-it was so odd how he wanted the door to remain unlocked. He didn’t care if some poor hapless counselor came wandering in. Let them see, let them all see. 

Let them see how much he loved you. 

Let them see how much you loved him. 

…she does love me, right? 

The invaded thought angered Ignis even more, his insecurities and self doubt pushing him to grab the crown of your head by the hair and yank your head back so he could look you in the eye-well, at least look at where he thought your eyes were. 

And, oddly enough, his milky white gaze managed to meet your eyes as he growled at your plea to lock the door. 

"No,” He hissed before sucking harshly at the junction between your collar bone and neck, no doubt leaving a bruise. 

Let them all see. 

Feeling along the edge of your pencil skirt, he shoved the clothing up so it crinkled around your waist-you actually made some odd comment on how you didn’t want your skirt to get wrinkled, but Ignis ignored you as every word from your mouth made him angrier…why was he so angry? He was a man possessed, determined to take what he had longed to have for far too long and felt along your pantyhose, looking for the dripping heat from your center. 

He groaned when he felt it-by the Six, you were soaked. 

“Are these expensive?” Ignis found himself saying the words, referring to your pantyhose as he tugged at the seam that met in the middle, right over your soaked through slit. His goal was already in mind, it was like his brain was a bullet train speeding through the mountains towards its destination. 

“What?” Your voice was as hazy as Ignis’, just as drunk as you focused on what he was talking about. “Not really, they were about-ah!" 

Ignis didn’t think, your answer spurred him to do what he originally intended-reaching his finger right below your clit, he tugged roughly at the pantyhose until a hole emerged and he ripped it until the hole was big enough for Ignis to move your slicked panties to the side. 

"Ig-Ignis, wait-” You said and Ignis knew you were expecting the old Ignis, the Ignis who would pleasure you to the fullest before looking to achieve what he was. Not used to him going straight for his prize. 

Well, sorry, love. Ignis thought, unbuckling his belt and releasing his strained erection. That’s for another day-not today. 

You started to say Ignis’ name, but it turned into a half scream that was muffled by Ignis’ hand to try and keep you quiet as he sheathed himself completely in you. Luckily for you, you were already soaked enough that it was fairly easy for him to slip inside you, but the shock of it all must have made your eyes wide. 

Your eyes wide…thinking of that made Ignis wonder what you looked like. He imagined you laying sprawled on the table, your face a little more different than the last time he saw it with a few more laughter wrinkles, maybe some hair starting to grey a bit. He imagined his cock buried inside you, up to the hilt as you looked at him with eyes wide and drunk with pleasure and lust. And when Ignis heard you begging him to take you, he imagined your perfect lips round with your tongue darting out to lick and bite at your lips as he thrust into you. 

The image of that drove him wild, but he stopped himself. Despite how much and desperately Ignis wanted to pound into you until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, something called Ignis to go slow, slow as could possibly be. His movements weren’t the hurried thrusts you wanted, they were slow and long strokes that caused his pelvis to brush against your clit every once in a while but not nearly enough. 

“Ignis,” Your voice came through the palm of his hand, begging and whining as he rocked into you, his pelvis going a slow thrust against your clit and making you moan. “Ignis, touch me. Touch me," 

For a brief second, Ignis wondered if he should follow your desires and his own desires, thrust into you until he was numb. He wanted to, but his thoughts kept returning to that one same thought and it angered him into going as slowly as he could. 

She does love me, right? 

"HNH,” You cried out against Ignis’ palm once again as he rocked another long and slow thrust, this time brushing his thumb against your clit but not giving you what you wanted. What you felt you needed. “Ignis, please," 

Your greedy hands that were fisted in the lapels of Ignis’ dress shirt before were now gripped tightly into Ignis’ hips, pulling him to go faster, only for him to resist and continue to go slowly. The sound of slow love making filled the room, a quiet sound you could barely hear that drove both you and Ignis wild. You were practically crying now, the lack of friction too much and Ignis almost felt sorry for you. Almost. 

”Ignis, touch me, touch me, touch me,“ You chanted over and over again and Ignis felt one of your hands move against his stomach and decend to your own clit. 

Oh, no you don’t. Ignis growled to himself as he grabbed onto your hand and pinned it besides your head. While he was at it, he figured he might as well grab your other hand and pin it on the other side before moving his face in until your noses touched. 

"Iggy-” You tried to beg once again and Ignis didn’t want to hear you talk. He shoved his mouth harshly against yours, tangling your tongues together and sucking on your bottom lip in an effort to get you to shut up. 

“Ignis,” You were crying now, Ignis could feel it but he couldn’t bring himself in his lust filled anger to feel pity for you. In some way, Ignis felt you deserved to be drawn to the brink, to be denied until you screamed and begged. “Ignis, go faster," 

Ignis gripped onto your wrists as he kept his pace steady, his face so close that his breath puffed harshly against your tear stained cheeks. "No," 

"Please," 

”No,“ Ignis drew out before slowly, so so slowly going all the way back in, back up to the hilt and you screamed again, causing Ignis to quickly put his hand back over your mouth. 

Ignis was starting to sweat, the feeling of your tight heat around his swollen cock tightening with each thrust making him closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, but it wasn’t for very much longer. 

Your now freed hand shook away Ignis’ palm over your mouth and then tangled in the back of Ignis’ hair and pulled him down so your mouth was against his ear and he heard your desperate whispers that nearly stopped his heart. 

"I love you, Ignis. I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I didn’t try to find you after the sun went away. I’m sorry I was too prideful to admit that I wanted you and needed you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," 

Ignis felt rather than moved his own hand between your sweaty and lust filled bodies to rest right above your clit. 

But he paused. He waited. He wasn’t sure for what. 

And then he found out. 

”I love you,“ 

Ignis wasn’t sure who said it-maybe it was both of you. 

Either way, he pressed the tips of your fingers against your clit and covered your mouth with his other hand so no one could hear you scream in ecstasy as he circled slowly, then moved faster and faster to time the circles with his now hurried thrusts. 

You gave a loud shriek behind Ignis’ sweaty gloved palm, Ignis wanting himself to moan loudly when he felt your heat squeeze his cock as your long denied orgasm finally peaked and crested as you continued to scream into his palm. 

Ignis forced himself to push into your tightness, the wonderful glowing heat that had sat in his lower abdomen since he first kissed you now spreading throughout his whole body and pushing him to move his hand and press a desperate kiss to your lips to try and hide his own release as he shot thick, hot and heavy ropes into you, more so than he probably ever had in his whole life. Pushing throught it, Ignis rode the last waves of both of your release until the wave finally crashed softly against the sands, causing Ignis to pump into you slowly a few more times before finally relaxing and pulling his dripping cock out of you. 

The last time you and Ignis were intimate, eleven years ago, Ignis had felt deeply satisfied and sated, at least that’s how he remembered it. Though this time, he just felt relaxed, like he could curl up against your shoulder and take a long and luxurious nap like a cat and judging by how you snuggled against his shoulder when he moved beside you, you were probably just as exhausted and just…relaxed. 

Saying your name softly, Ignis pulled your chin so you could look at his sweaty and scarred face, causing you to run your fingers along the scar gently. "I’m sorry…I was too rough," 

"Don’t be,” You sit up with Ignis, still nuzzled against his shoulder as he moved you to sit on his lap-Ignis suddenly wished they were both at home so he could wrap you both in a blanket and just sleep. “Ignis?" 

"Yes?" 

You pause, fiddling with the wrinkled fabric of Ignis’ lapel before speaking, your voice small and almost afraid. "I love you, Ignis. I’m an idiot for thinking I could do what I needed to do without you by my side…but I’m not going to leave again. Are you really sure you want a heartless bitch like me by your side?" 

What Gladio said must have bothered you more than you let on and Ignis pulled you in closer, wishing desperately for a blanket but settling for his arms to hold you close instead. "I will always want you at my side,” Ignis paused and decided to say what he had on his mind since he first saw you again. “You know if you had asked, I would have helped you," 

Laughing sadly, you curled into Ignis shoulder even more, missing the years that you two could have been together, but knowing that at least you were together now and that it was all that mattered. 

It was all that mattered. 

"I know,”