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rayroute-clear-saeran-text-sound · 5 years

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BRO ZEN X READER X SEVEN KINGDOM AU PLEASE!!!!!

Aaaa thank you for requesting this!!! I missed writing for our Kingdom Boys 💐 Context: An au made by us taking place in Europe. Seven is a jester, Zen is prince of France.

Silky fabric was in contact with almost every inch of your skin as you went farther into your dark closet, picking through the dresses you almost never wore. You never were a fan, and tried to get away with wearing anything else when you could.

"Too long...definitely not...too flashy...that color is not flattering one bit..." You murmured hundreds of absentminded critiques of everything within the confines of your closet, not happy with anything. It wasn't that you were stuck up or ungrateful, you just did not like wearing dresses. In fact, you would rather spend all day out in the woods getting dirty than inside doing princess things. Did that make you a disgrace as the heir to the L/n throne? You hoped not. You were always worried about being a disappointment to your parents who were counting on you, but you also wanted to be happy and not condemned to a life of being just a pretty face for a prince to use to gain more power. Now why were you picking out a dress in the first place? Your parents had decided to give you a little nudge to find a suitor by throwing a grand masquerade ball. The King and Queen had invited every family with an eligible bachelor they could think of. You, on the other hand, were not enthused. It was a combination of all the things you hated: suitors and formal functions. After sifting through your dresses for what seemed like the umpteenth time, you groaned into your hands. Well, you thought it was a groan, but it was more like a loud cry of frustration. Someone in the hallway seemed to take note, as they poked their head in.

“Everything alright, miss?" You looked up at the voice, and were very pleased to see a familiar mop of red curls that paired along nicely with a goofy, crooked grin.

"Evening, Seven." You motioned for him to come in, and at first he hesitated. "Oh come on, I know I'm royalty, but you don't have to avoid me like the plague." Out of everyone in the castle, including your own parents, Seven was probably the one you were closest to. "If anyone asks, just say that I was upset so you came in to make me laugh. It wouldn't even be too far from the truth." Seven shrugged and bounced into the room, his signature smile back on his face.

“Well, I guess that is my job as the royal fool. I can't deprive a lady in need of a good joke or two, now can I?" He shut the door behind him just in case, and came to take a seat on your mattress. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked you, but you knew he was already vaguely aware of the answer.

“You're going to laugh at me if I tell you."

“Awe, come on, no I won't." His golden eyes turned pleading, and you let out a relenting sigh.

“Well, you know that the masquerade ball is tomorrow night, and I can't find a dress that I like, but my parents are expecting me to look beautiful for all of the princes." There was a beat of silence, and then Seven broke out into a ruckus of laughter. "Hey, you said you wouldn't laugh!" Your face flushed, although it wasn't necessarily from embarrassment. You always had a similar response any time he laughed, it sounded so natural and musical, and you always became happy whenever it would ring in your ears.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just that it's such a princess problem that I can't help but laugh." You now instantly felt guilty, as you knew that he and the other servants had way more pressing challenges in their lives than worrying about what dress to wear. "Okay, no, I'm sorry. I swear it. What can I do to help?"

"I don't know." You sighed, slumping onto the bed next to him.

“What don't you like about them?" He questioned, hoping that if you talked it through with him he could come up with a solution that would make you feel confident in yourself. All he really wanted was for you to be happy.

“Is everything an option...?" You chuckled awkwardly, brushing stray locks of h/c hair behind your ear. "No...I guess the main problem is that they're all too flashy and sparkly. That's not me, you know? I'm not fancy."

“Oh believe me, I know." Seven chuckled, reminiscing on how many times he had seen you sneak in late at night, covered from head to toe in mud and grass stains. You broke him from his memories when you pointed to a f/c ballgown. It was nice and simple, not overly loud or sparkly.

"Well...I do like that one, the only problem is the length and the sleeves. Long ballgowns don't suit me." What Seven really wanted to tell you was that you would look stunning in anything, but he knew he had absolutely no place in saying that. So, instead, he opted for a crazy solution.

"The length is the issue? Then, let's just cut it!" Your eyes lit up, and you almost immediately hopped up to find scissors and retrieve the dress. "Okay, put it on and we can go for it." Seven turned his back to you, closing his eyes and placing his hands over them as an extra measure. Once you had slipped the ballgown on, you tapped his shoulder to alert him that you were done. He turned to you, and it took all of his self control to not react. However, he had no control over the blush that rose to his cheeks. "So, where do you want it cut?" His voice cracked on the first syllable and he cleared his throat. You didn't seem to notice, and for that he was thankful.

"Um, about here?" You put your hand a little under halfway up your thigh, a length considered to be a violation of one of the unspoken rules of social functions.

"T-There?"

“Yeah. They can call me a wench if they want, I just want to be comfortable." Seven nodded and began cutting, shaking his head as he did so to keep his thoughts straight. "And the sleeves off."

"You got it, miss." He was trying to keep everything as smooth as possible, without any of the edges looking jagged.

“I guess maybe a part of me is hoping everyone will be put off by this. I hate princes. They don't give me respect." You thought back to the countless suitors you've already had try to court you, and none of them saw you as a person, only as the key to potential property and wealth. "They expect me to apologize for everything when they're the ones who wronged me." You had even been hit by a bachelor before, and that was your final straw. You had vowed to be done with suitors, at least for a while, but your parents were pressuring you to find a prince.

“You deserve better, someone who will see you for who you are rather than just a kingdom. You should be owed at least that much, as you're one of the kindest people I've ever met. Who else would treat me so good?" No one of your status and social class had ever referred to you as kind; usually just strange or rude. But something about Seven's words hit you, and you smiled softly. The jester stood up, placing the scissors back in their original place. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and for the first time, you loved yourself in a dress.

“Thank you, it looks just like I wanted!" You wrapped him in a hug, tilting your chin up to place a chaste kiss on his jaw in thanks. His face darkened to a color that likened his hair as he smiled goofily.

“I-I'm glad you like it, miss!" He exclaimed through a stutter and bolted out of the room before he said something stupid that should never be said. You found yourself unable to fight off a grin, something that usually happened after spending time with Seven. You figured it was appropriate for him being a royal fool.

Next morning

Seven rubbed his eyes as he blearily stared off into space in the massive ballroom. He was dimly aware of both Saeran and Vanderwood grumbling about his uselessness as they continued to decorate the grand room for the soon-to-be-held masquerade ball.

“Can you just tell us what you're thinking so we can move on and get this done? Some of us have other tasks to do." Vanderwood huffed, smacking the redhead lightly. Instead of reacting and hopping right into his work like normal, Seven continued to stand tiredly.

“I just can't believe she's going to maybe find a fiancé tonight." He murmured softly, still somewhat lost in thought.

"You have got to be kidding me." Saeran shook his head, strands of hair that perfectly matched Seven's falling into his eyes. "I know you like her, but you have to understand that it will never happen. Your classes are just too different."

“Yes, but she doesn't even want to marry a prince!" Seven didn't need to have her, he knew that was impossible; but that didn't mean he was happy about someone else having her, either. Especially when she didn't want them in the first place.

"What, and you think she'll marry you?" Fantastic, exactly what he needed; another spat with his brother early in the morning.

"You know that she can't do that, she has to marry a prince." Vanderwood chimed in, hoping to end this discussion so the work could get done. "We can't exactly make you a prince." He muttered, and Saeran froze in his place.

“Or can we...?" Saeran had to admit, every time he witnessed the interactions between the princess and his twin, even he could feel the spark between them. Not only that, if his plan was successful, Seven would stop his incessant whining. Vanderwood exhaled deeply, knowing he would be sucked in to the twins' scheme whether he wanted to or not.

“I can probably dig up some spare ball clothes if you work on your character." The brown haired male rolled his eyes as Seven thanked him and Saeran countless times. Although he didn't expect much of that night, he knew he would at least get to dance with her, and that was enough for him.

Ball of a Lifetime

You were waiting anxiously in one of the empty corridors outside of the main ballroom, waiting on your cue for entry. You were wearing the custom dress that Seven had helped you with the night prior, and when your mother saw what you did to it she almost had a heart attack. Of course, you left Seven's involvement out for his sake. You were also wearing an intricate black mask with f/c accents and jewels to match your dress, only covering the top half of your face, e/c eyes shining through. Everything was rather quiet, and you were desperately wishing that Seven could be there to fill the silence with his horrendous so-bad-they're-good jokes.

“You look nervous, princess." The voice that called out to you made your shoulders tense, as you hadn't heard the individual approach you. The man chuckled at your expense. "I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you." The voice had an almost comically thick Scottish accent. You turned to face the mystery man, and came face to face with a rather charming male. His face was covered in a detailed black and red mask to compliment his ornate red, white, and black suit. His flaming red hair seemed somewhat familiar, but you assumed that it was only because you had just been thinking of Seven. Eyes of melted gold shined through the mask, and again, you concluded it to be the light playing tricks on you.

It couldn't be him, he's a fool for Christ's sake... You thought to yourself as the stranger stuck out a hand for you to shake, which you cautiously accepted.

“I am prince Luciel from Scotland. And you're the infamous princess Y/n, I presume?" You had never heard of a prince Luciel from Scotland in your life, but you were never all that interested in politics, so you supposed he could exist. That being said, he definitely wasn't well known. But, you couldn't seem to shake the feeling that he was reminiscent of someone. Just as you were about to respond, you were cut off.

"Now presenting, princess Y/n L/n!" Your father's booming voice recited, which was your cue to enter the ballroom with a flourish. You quickly and politely excused yourself, unsure if you were more grateful or disappointed. Something about him seemed off to you. You politely excused yourself and stepped into the ballroom, greeted by hundreds of pretty faces all flashing you smiles, most probably fake. You zoned out whatever speech your father made about the purpose of the ball, and were still staring into space when your first suitor came along. He was a tall and admittedly very handsome man with long silver hair tied back. You had never seen an albino in real life, except for a rabbit one time. His red eyes shimmered with positivity beneath a stunning silver and white mask, and you caught yourself blushing as he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly.

"Evening, princess. I'm Hyun Ryu, prince of France, but you can call me Zen." You quirked an eyebrow at his nickname for himself, but decided it was fairly accurate. You felt a wave of calm wash over you in his presence. "May I have this dance?" He inquired you as the musicians began playing their tune, the first of many that night.

“It would be my pleasure." He put his hands on your waist with much more confidence than your loose grip on his neck. There was quite a large height difference, and you had a hard time looking him in the eye.

"You're very gorgeous, do you know that?" You have heard that line countless times before, yet you still found yourself blushing at his words.

"What do you really want? My kingdom? My wealth?" You sighed, knowing that this would be a long night. However, Zen only laughed.

"No. I could care less about your wealth, and I'm fairly bad at managing my own kingdom." You narrowed your eyes, still skeptical. "Actually, when it was announced that you were having a courting masquerade ball, I was immediately excited. I'm, um, actually one of your fans." His cheeks were dusted in pink, the first time you had seen his confidence falter.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. My fan...?"

“Yes. I watch you in press conferences, and I instantly fell in love. You're so independent, and you couldn't care less about what others think. You know what you want, you aren't afraid to stick up for yourself, and you don't need a man to come and save you. It's nice and refreshing from all of the other women who throw themselves at me." You chuckled nervously, the sudden compliments catching you off guard. You were thankful that he was acknowledging your need for autonomy, and that he was already aware that you would need to be your own woman in any relationship. You put him on your mental list for potential fiancés until he proved otherwise. For the rest of the song, the two of you danced in a comfortable and happy silence, the rhythm you two had going stopping as the music faded out in preparation for a new piece. "As much as I don't want to, I must let you go. I see how the other men are eyeing you." Zen leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head, winking to you. "Just remember, all men are beasts, so watch yourself." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Alright, Zen. Thank you."

“Anytime." And with that he stepped away, leaving you to your own devices with the other men. The rest of the suitors blurred together, as all of them were definite nos from you. All they were interested in were your looks, money, or kingdom.

“Sexist prick..." You muttered under your breath as the man you had just been dancing with strode away. There was a call made by your father that this would be the final dance of the night, and at the end would be the grand unmasking. Your father and mother took the opportunity to step onto the dance floor as the King and Queen, reliving the night they met with winsome smiles on their faces. Just as you were bitterly thinking how ironic it was that on the final dance of your ball you were left alone, you felt a finger tap your shoulder.

“Would you mind if I had this dance?" The humorously over the top Scottish accent rang pleasantly in your ears, and you once again turned to face the ginger who grinned at you devilishly.

“Not at all." You couldn't hold in your sigh of relief, as you got the feeling prince Luciel wouldn't be as bad as his predecessors. He placed his hands at your waist, definitely lacking the confidence that the other princes you had mingled with that night possessed. You placed your own hands on his neck, and he seemed to jump at the contact, but composed himself.

“Sorry, it's, ah, been a while since I've danced."

“I can tell." You chuckled, Luciel joining a split second later. The longer the dance went on, the more you were convinced that he flat out did not know how to dance, which seemed improbable. If you were royalty, dancing was drilled into your curriculum by the time you could walk. He kept stepping on your toes, profusely apologizing when he did. You smiled softly, and decided to do something you never had the chance to try; you began to lead the dance. He seemed to relax, now that some of the pressure was off. The tune you were dancing to was a familiar one, a classic Irish melody. You knew by the key ritardando that the song would be ending within the next minute. Luciel seemed to realize this as well, and stiffened once more.

"Okay, um, listen, Y/n. Don't freak out, please..." Confusion coursed through you, as he seemed all nervous again. Despite that, he leaned in as if to kiss you, but not just on the cheek; he was making for your lips. You had to say it was bold, as it was an unspoken rule that you never fully kissed someone on the first dance. However, you were all about breaking unspoken rules. You didn't move away as he pressed his lips to your own for a brief moment. He pulled away rather quickly, eyes darting to the exits as the song continued to draw to a close.

"You act as if you're saying goodbye." Luciel chuckled nervously, accent slipping for a moment.

“Yes, about that..." The accent had dropped completely, and you couldn't stop your eyes from widening. 'Luciel' got close to you again so that when he lifted his mask slightly, only you could see his face.

“Seven?!" You whisper-yelled, a million questions buzzing through your head. The song had finally faded, and the countdown for the unmasking had begun. Seven dashed away, muttering a thousand apologies under his breath as he went. He left you standing there with countless problems. No doubt about it, Zen was the best out of the qualified suitors. And yet...

Am I really in love with a fool...? You asked yourself as you stood there alone, your own mask still on as others cheered and tossed theirs haphazardly into the air.

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princeselfinserts-moved · 5 years

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A-Z for Zawa :3c

JFKAKFKAKKFKAKFKKGH

IS,,, UNDER CUT FOR SMUT,,,,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shouta nearly puts more energy into aftercare then the actual intercourse lmao. He’ll make sure I’m comfortable, do I have enough pillows? Do I have any particularly bad aches I’d like him to massage? Would I prefer to clean the cum off my skin but don’t want to have a shower right now because I’d rather cuddle? Shouta will get those pillows, he’ll massage my thighs and stomach while giving me gentle kisses, he’ll get a warm bowl of water and a cloth to clean my legs as he praises how pretty he thinks I am.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shouta’s favourite part of his body is his arms because they let him feel Crypto’s body and pleasure them. His favourite part of Crypto’s body is their thighs!! Shouta likes how thick they are and it arouses him that its mostly muscle he wants to know if crypto could smash a watermelon between them science demands too know,,,,

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s kinda hyper-aware of Crypto’s cycle so even thought I take the pill Shouta makes sure to wear condoms during the high fertile arch of my cycle. But!!! Shouta finds the act of cumming on my thighs, stomach and chest extremely hot. It’s a more primal pleasure at knowing that he’s the only one who gets to see that sight.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He uh, Shouta would like to try having sex while Crypto has a partial shift going on to make them look like a cat-girl but he’s too embarrassed to ask about the possibility.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a couple partners before so he knows how to properly prepare his partner, and he’s particularly skilled at tying them up kayama probably hooked him up with a bdsm club so he could safely explore his interest in it and here we are years later smh.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary definitely, fall & eagle are a couple more. Face-sitting/Emmanuel is an oral one he’s a BIG fan of but he also really likes the Inquisitor because it lets him watch me try to squirm out from under his arms holding me down.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on the situation? Shouta is always at least a little bit serious, but if Crypto looks nervous or even a tiny bit scared of trying something out Shouta will smile reassuringly and compliment me until I’ve relaxed or told him what about the situation is making me worried.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Yeah the colours match lmao, Shouta tries to keep it trimmed because it tangles less and that habit of tangling pubic hair has annoys him. He can’t really keep up with how fast it grows so its kind of choppy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Shouta likes us being as close as possible to each, my legs curled around the backs of his thighs and our chests pressed together as he murmurs endless praise over how good everything feels, how beautiful I am, how he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have me and all the while Shouta will be kissing all over my neck and face practically radiating love in every motion.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Shouta doesn’t really masturbate because he thinks its time he could be using to work on cases or grade the students work. But if he’s particularly stressed, tense or has pent up energy Shouta will squeeze one out while in the shower so he doesn’t have to have a second one.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage is a VERY big kink of his, being able to tie Crypto up and restrict practically all movement? It’s endlessly arousing to him that I trust him that much. Sensory Deprivation and Orgasm Denial are another big two, he likes seeing me shiver as I try to guess where he’ll touch me next and the way I end up mindlessly begging him to just let me cum makes Shouta groan.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Ironically very vanilla but the bedroom is his favourite place to have sex and more often then not if we’re somewhere else in the house Shouta will just pick me up and carry me there. Sometimes we will do it on the couch and when he insists on pampering me Shouta will occasionally instigate very slow touchy feely sex in the bath as I sit on hit lap.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Thigh highs, if Crypto wears thigh highs especially the one with little cat ears and faces Shouta will want to see how many times he can cum on my stomach and upper thighs before he dirties my socks. Visible hickeys as well, Shouta loves seeing the proof that I’m willing to let him so close to me while I’m so vulnerable.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public sex, just the idea of other people excluding if it were a poly relationship makes him uncomfortable. He’s a hero, and a teacher and basically a father to Eri the idea of his students or the media stumbling upon whatever videos that would probably be taken makes Shouta feel sick to his stomach. Even more so because he knows Crypto hates how revealing their costume has to be for them to have an affordable amount of fabric that merges with their quirk so they aren’t replacing every time they shift forms.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Shouta prefers giving over receiving, the fact that the simple act of him eating me out gets me so aroused really gets him going. The reason he’s a little iffy about receiving is because he’s concerned he might accidentally choke me even though Shouta knows I have the strength to hold his hips down.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

hhhhHHHHHHHHH SHOUTA??? AAAAAA!!!!!!! Most of the time he’s slowish wanting us to milk as much pleasure as possible but Shouta is also just as fond of a rough pacing, especially so when we’ve got more private time then normal. Also,,,, he finds it cute how flustered I get when he asks for permission to be rougher even though he knows he doesn’t even need to ask.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t actually like penetrative quickies, is its him getting me off with his fingers or me giving him a quick blowjob it’s fine. But Shouta thinks penetrative sex should have a long buildup and only be rushed if the pacing is because of passion rather than a time limit.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Shouta is willing to try out most things at least once but only ever after nearly ten minutes+ of making sure I know what the safe-word is and that he prioritises how comfortable I am over any pleasure he could potentially get.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It’s not really high but also not really low? One rounds is most common because we don’t have much free time but when we’ve got more time two and maybe three rounds are more common because we have low-key competitions on who can make the other orgasm more lmao. aaaa thats embarrassing to admit \(//∇//)\

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

jdkakfkkskfg Shouta he uh he’s got various ropes, silks, blindfolds, vibrators, gags he’s pretty into BDSM and he looked about ready to throw a party when finding out that that’s super arousing for me lmao. It’s pretty rare but if I can surprise him or if he’s tired but too aroused to sleep Shouta will let me tie him up and do all the work. I love spoiling him but he doesn’t let me do it a lot :/ also kayama got me a strap as a gag gift but its more of a “for when shouta is feeling down and i can convince him to let me pleasure him” gift.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Shouta!!! Shouta teases Crypto so much!!! He knows listening to him talk about all the things he want to do while stroking my sides gets me flustered super quick. Except!!! He’ll do that!!! And then Shouta will sigh dramatically and leave to do some paperwork or cook or I’ll realise he has hero work because Shouta will get dressed in his costume and leave me having to wait until he’s back from work ughhh.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shouta is kinda at normal speaking level, he doesn’t yell a lot nearly never actually and the more overwhelmed he gets the harder it is for him to voice his thoughts higher than a hiss. Lots of grunts!! Growing, hissing letting out pants and moans and mindless babbling praise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Shouta is fucking amazing at dirty talk but he also implies a lot that he has a breeding kink he doesn’t want to admit too having or doesn’t realise he has it. And I’m to flustered at the idea to ask him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Uhh its a little longer then normal and sort of arches up the closer to the head you get. Shouta’s got a normal thickness but the veins on his penis pulse a lot so its just aaaaaa.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Hm it’s? Kind of low to medium, it depends a lot on how much stress his work is giving him. Shouta is also on the aspec scale because he doesn’t find most things arousing and without a partner his sex drive drops.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Shouta has a pretty low energy level on a day to day basis and most of it goes to his hero/teacher work but he always stays awake until he’s sure I’m comfortable. After that he’ll drop off really quick though.

#prince found dead in miami #cod nougat being too supportive #aizawa shouta #ship: tired heroes #citrus flavour #ready. set. queue

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trbld-writer · 6 years

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AAAA YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Can i request a royalty!jihoon based on the song “i was made for loving you”

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x ReaderGenre: fluff, soulmate!au, royalty!auWord count: 1,759 wordsWarnings: noneNote: The first installment of the song requests!! I don’t know how to feel about it, to be honest. There were so many possible soulmate aus that could’ve worked and I tried multiple before settling on this one. Thanks to @sonnenfuchs and @taehyung-the-baehyung for listening to my rants and @bfwooz, this is for you. I hope you like it!!

listen to the song here

Slenderfingers flew over the keyboard as a fuzzy mind tried to finish the phrase ofthe song that’s been on there for as long as he could remember. His motheralways scolded him for playing piano in the middle of the night, butinspiration hit at the oddest of times. But whenever he hurried to the musicroom and sat down in front of the grand piano, it was gone like a gush of air.

An ugly,dissonant chord escaped the keys when Jihoon smashed his head on them,frantically trying to piece it together. Then his grandmother’s voice popped inhis conscience, reminding him that the melody will come to him and how she used toscold him for trying too hard to finish a piece. He would have to waitto scratch that annoying itch of ambition.

Letting outa tired sigh, he rose from the stool and made his way to his chamber. Then heremembered that the king of the Northern Kingdom would be coming to introducehis daughter, trying to coerce him to marry her. A quiet groan escaped him andhe grabbed a pen, starting to doodle on his arm to distract him from thedreading thought of having to marry someone he may never love. Looking at themirror as he took off his dress shirt, he sighed at the color of his irises,one different than the other.

His villagetold the tale of soulmates, that there was aperson that would be your other half, whether that be romantically orplatonically. It showed in the fact one of your eyes would be yoursoulmate’s eye color. And when you looked them in the eyes, that one eye wouldchange to your own color. But Jihoon always shrugged it off, I mean, there wereso many people in the world with that eye color, how the hell would he be ableto find The One that would be his other half?

And withthe help of his parents who had always tried to talk him out of it, he hadspent his teens in denial of the existence of his soulmate. He would alwayshear the maids whispering about the girls that would try to woo him with booksor instruments when they visited with their parents, trying to be his wife. At first, he baskedin the attention, blushing whenever someone complimented his prettyeyes. But in his late teens when heslowly started believing in the tale, it was a painful reminder that he stilldid not find his soulmate.

He sighedagain and put on his pajamas, slipping under the covers with the dreadingthought of having to meet yet another hopeless family, trying to coerce hisgullible parents into a marriage with someone he did not love.

The sunstood high when Jihoon woke up, shining through the curtains and illuminatinghis chamber. He groggily got up, washed his face and put on his dress shirt andpants before heading down to the dining room to meet his parents for breakfast.As soon as they saw him, their gazes averted and their voices greeted himmeekly. He sat down with furrowed brows but did not ask any questions as heindulged the fluffy pancakes, reaching for whipped cream and syrup all thewhile.

“Son, youknow that another family is going to visit today. They’re the Northern King andQueen with their daughter. They’re verypowerful so please keep your tongue to yourself,” his father’s deep voiceresonated in the great room and his look was stern as Jihoon locked eyes withhim.

“Of course,Father.”

His motherchimed in, a small smile on her face. “We both know how much you dislike thesedates but please be nice to them. If they like you and approve of the marriageas we do, it’ll be only an advantage for all of us, so behave, yeah?”

Jihoonnodded and pondered over how his parents usually did not remind him to behaveand be nice. ‘This family really must be powerful if they’re so scared of merunning my mouth,’ he thought but shrugged anyway, stuffing himself with food.

With onelast glance in the mirror, you deemed your appearance to be acceptable. Thedress you wore was a lovely shade of blue that complimented both your skin andyour body. You tried to apply some light makeup that complimented both of youreye colors. Sighing, you put on your shoes and headed outside, where thecarriage and your parents were waiting impatiently.

“I’m sorryfor taking so long,” you mumbled and lowered your head as your mother gave apointed look but smiled immediately after at your dress.

“Ah, youchose to wear it today. It looks very pretty, dear, I’m sure the prince willimmediately swoon over you. Alright, let’s go,” she exclaimed, taking yourfather’s arm and getting into thecarriage.

The ridewas pleasant, even if there were some bumpy roads on the way to the Westernkingdom. The scenery had you silently gasping, the sun making the riversglimmer and the usually scary forest seemed to liven up with color.

When youarrived and slowly got out of the carriage, you looked at the exterior of thecastle with a silent gasp. It was not as big as your home was, but all the moreintricate patterns graced the stone as it rose into the sky.

“It’s evenprettier inside,” a deep voice rumbled to your left and you looked at what youassumed to be the king. Hurriedly, you courtedand smile as you thanked him for having you. His warm smile and polite behavioronly made your hopes of the prince rise even more.

Jihoonwatched from his window as you and your family stepped towards the entrance.Your dress flowed with every one of your movements and he was already mesmerizedby your sheer beauty. An unusual feelinggrew inside his chest and he felt his skin heat up. Turning to his mirror, hegrabbed the eye patch he always put on and secured it tightly on the back ofhis head before putting on his navy blue suit jacket and heading down to greetyou.

Your fatherraised one of his brows when he saw Jihoon come down the stairs, smilingpolitely as he first greeted your mother and then him. When he turned to you,he noticed your irises and the feeling inside his chest grew, making his heartpound to his throat. Taking your warm hand in his, he gently pressed his lipson the back of it, trying not to look into your eyes too soon.

“It’s niceto finally meet you, Princess,” he murmured against your skin and you blushedas you averted your gaze.

“Likewise,”you almost whispered as you noticed the black fabric on his left eye. Yourfather took the words out of your mouth when he asked, “I don’t want to seemrude but is there any reason you are wearing the patch?”

Jihoonstraightened his back, the polite smile ever prominent as he answered calmly.“It was an accident during fencing practice. I fell and wounded my left eye. Itwould be rude to show the scar since it did not heal as well as I would haveliked to, Your Highness.”

Letting outa low hum, you knew by the tone thatalthough your father did not really believe it, he appreciated the answer. Jihoon’s parents led you to the tea room, thecups steaming with fresh tea and a variety of pastry laid out prettily. Thesight made your mouth water and you smiled shyly when Jihoon handed you a platewith macarons.

Tea went bysmoothly, his parents making small talkwith both you and your parents when his father suggested going out to thegarden for the ‘more pleasant business’. Jihoon got up, offering his arm afterthe elders walked out. Grabbing the crook of his elbow, he guided you to thegarden. The sheer beauty threw you off yet again, the roses in full bloom, eachand every single one a different shade. You carefully traced the petals as youstrolled along the path. Reaching over, Jihoon plucked a white rose and handedit to you after breaking off the thorns.

“It may notbe as beautiful as you are but it comes close,” he said, showing his pearlywhite teeth as he grinned at your blushed cheeks.

“Are youalways this smooth with your admirers? If so, I wouldn’t be surprised that youare one of the most wanted bachelors in the whole country,” you chuckled as thepleasant smell of the flower hit your nose.

He did notmake another comment as he watched you putthe flower in your hair, enchanted with the way it looked in the sunlight.Looking ahead, he saw how your parents stopped in their tracks, the kingslaughing at a bad joke his father probably told and your fingers touched hischeek, turning his focus back to you.

“You didn’treally hurt your eye, did you?”

“How didyou know?” Sweat broke out on the back of his neck, his hands getting clammy.His cover was blown and your knowing smirk proved it.

You probedfurther, testing the limits. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But I’d love toknow what hides beneath the patch. Would you show me?”

Jihoon’s voice wasstuck in his throat and he swallowed before nodding, giving you permission toslowly remove the patch from his eye. He blinked, getting used to the sunlightas he felt your gaze on him. A silent gasp tore from your lungs as you noticedthat just like you, he had two different eye colors. He avoided your stare andhis skin heated up when you tilted your head, making him look at you.

“Therewasn’t a scar around your eye which usually happens when there are wounds onyour face. That’s how I knew,” you murmured and he finally gathered up thecourage to look into your eyes, taking the risk.

His lefteye felt warm as he watched yours, the colors slowly changing into their rightcounterpart and he felt both of his eyes burning as tears threatened to rise.In the distance, he heard your father laughing and exclaiming about themarriage, which seemed to be approved of. And when his bright smile was reciprocated, his chest bloomed with thewarmest of feelings.

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1/14/2017 mode of Uroboros @ Zepp Nagoya (day 2)

let’s go

first of all. it was SNOWING AND FREEZING ALL DAY. i'm surprised we all survived. kyo tweeted right after the show telling us to be careful going home and not to catch a cold. he CARES

ANYWAy setlist was as follows:

BUGABOO Doukoku to sarinu DOZING GREEN Toguro Soshaku Magayasou GLASS SKIN VINUSHKA INCONVENIENT Gaika Reiketsu Revelation of mankind

EN. Kukoku RED SOIL STUCK MAN Sustain the untruth Utafumi

exciting live report under here:

THE SICK MAIN SET (REAL SICK)

- i was in front of toshiya as usual... halfway between both kaoru and kyo lol. i got pretty close considering my # - they opened with. get this. BUGABOO. I LOVE BUGABOO. it sounded REALLY cool and sinister and just ugh i love uroboros. - kyo was really on point tonight. just something about his voice idk. it was like richer than usual? it really showed in the ballads. idk he was just hitting these notes and o m g - toguro was gorgeous as usual. it's my favorite song off uroboros and was my #1 favorite song for a long time. there's this one part that's like. you guys know. when kyo is singing but without words and it just gives you CHILLS?? yeah. he hit that 100% perfectly. actual goosebumps. - i was surprised to hear magayasou for some reason but it was sick - ok i heard glass skin and i was transported back to tour 2008 the rose trims again except the atmosphere in japan is way different from in the us. in japan, because of how the audience acts, it feels like a quieter song. it was really beautiful. - CAN WE TALK ABOUT V I N U S H K A - THIS SONG IS SUCH A JOURNEY. I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE IT. OK. the energy from the band was incredible during this song especially every time the tempo/tone of the song changed. the slow parts were beautiful and the faster parts were so intense and toshiya and kyo just kept provoking us to scream and headbang more. - that one line. "koko ga shinjitsu da". everyone went silent for a second, suddenly there were bright yellow lights on kyo, it's like everyone held their breath until he said it with this incredible emotion, and then the venue exploded and everyone just screamed and screamed and screamed. chills. - i LOVE what they did with inconvenient ideal. after vinushka parts of sa bir played. on the screen was a the burning outline of a circle that grew and grew and looked like an eclipse before the flames dissipated. while sa bir was playing this just ethereal choir started singing, and then it switched into the organ intro from the unplugged version of inconvenient ideal. kyo sang, then before the chorus started, the song stopped and changed into the album version of the song, and they went from there. - this was probably the part of the show with the biggest impact for me. i just love what they did so much. - then GAIKA. i want everyone to love gaika as much as i do. it's SO intense and SO fun and there's great parts where you can just go crazy and ughhh - then REIKETSU! this time they didn't play stuck man -> reiketsu but it's totally okay. WHAT A FUN SONG!??! everyone was jumping and kyo jumped along too and it was so fun. - last song of the main set... revelation of mankind!! mode of arche please

then ENCORE - kukoku no kyouon!? tbh i kind of love it when they walk on stage for the encore and everyone's LOSING THEIR MINDS and suddenly a slow song starts and we all go silent. it's just a really great effect lol. really wonderful performance. i spent a lot of time watching kaoru. - red soil is creepy and wonderful and i love it - STUCK MAN. I FORGOT. HOW FUN THIS SONG IS. everyone is just jumping and dancing and kyo has us sing along and it's just awesome. - sustain is always great because i love sing along songs and kyo totally does too - last song... UTAFUMI. YES. FALLFALLFALLFALLFALLFALLLLLLL. i got to witness kyo's hyper speed punching. every other time i've seen this song live i was looking at someone else LOL. the freeze in the beginning is STILL SO COOL.

WHAT WERE THEY WEARING?? - kaoru was wearing this low neck black shirt w/ his usual black cardigan and LOOKING GOOOOOD because you could see his chest piece wahahaaaaaa. his hair is shorter and it looks so good. i wish i could show you. he looks so great. and he wasn't wearing any lipstick or anything this time. he had black eyeshadow as usual and then... blush. a whole lot of red blush. i stand by every cosmetic decision you make, kaoru. he wore the same thing for the encore. - toshiya wore a black jacket & white shirt then the tour hockey tee for the encore. couldn't really see shinya but he had a white shirt as usual. die was wearing a sleveless shirt (?) with a scarf then the tour hoodie. then kyo. ok. - for the main set kyo was wearing... how can i describe this... a long sleeve black top, but most of the front was replaced with a panel of fishnet fabric. on top of that he was wearing harnesses over his chest. twitter is right it kinda does look like a bra, as in the bra style harnesses LOL aaaa and also black skinny pants but they didn't close? like the top was open? and was held together kinda with a belt on top. and he had more harness action happening around his thighs & a strap connecting his legs. i'm into it. his hair is black with that crazy haircut and he had a ton of makeup and i love it. - for the encore he took off ALL his makeup (FRESH. AND. BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!) and wore the same pants with a white tshirt (with a black design... i'm sure twitter has already found the exact shirt) with a simple harness on top. - tbh during the mains et he was this like OTT GOTH VISION!!!!! and then during the encore i think i fell in love again lmao

ASSORTED THINGS - kyo laughed at some point during the encore. it was adorable. i love... feelings... he smiled a lot tbh - the way he screamed NAGOYA was amazing. it was drawn out. i love him. TAUNT US SOME MORE. he also was hyping us up a lot and as usual got the back to scream, then each side, and then for the center he didn't say anything. he just SCREEEEAMMMED like a fan would. - toshiya is SO MAJESTIC and FULL OF POWER. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW SOMEONE CAN BE THAT PERFECT TBQH - after the show toshiya tossed a bottle to the fans in the front. i just saw it out of the corner of my eye but it was brown. some kind of. alcohol lmao - WILL I EVER CATCH ANYTHING - kyo clapped a lot and mouthed "Bye bye" and left, the rest hung out for a while throwing picks. i received water from kaoru, toshiya, shinya, and die. 4/5 nice - i love how kaoru will act like he's saying things during the show but he's just moving his mouth lol. he looked like he was kinda lip syncing along. CUTE

A+++++ guys

uroboros is one of my favorite albums of all time but seeing it live now gives me a new perspective on it. i think they’ve improved on it somehow. everything sounded richer?? the atmosphere was so good, the flow of the setlist was so good, it was just a wonderful experience.

#dir en grey #mode of uroboros #live report #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #lives in japan

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