when a next in line prince soon-to-be king is forced to betroth a rebellious and âconnivingâ princess. royal au jjk.
from being told that eating raw lightning fish does wonders for your skin, to how your posture must be poised but submissive.
there were a multitude of rules and procedures that you had constantly learnt and become subjected to over the years to maintain the pristine and coveted title that you were born with.
lest that you bring forth shame and disgrace to your people and kingdom just because you were caught casually conversing with the knights and guards about the heavy honour of carrying a sword or shooting an arrow.
and maybe it was your fault for wanting to live both worlds, because for a princess who was born into a stereotype dysfunctional royal family, surrounded by larger than large kingdoms and a proposal at every step.
it was living like a pretty bird put on display under the guise of being decorated and clothed with beautiful ruby diamonds, shining gold and the softest silk that covered and mimicked the expanses of a cage.
frankly it all felt very a bit unfair to your 'prim and proper' mind to make sense of it all, as the future queen in line that was meant to fulfil the desires of a man who would be renowned as a king to you kingdom and his own.
why is it that the young girls your age have the freedom and capacity to do all that you've ever wanted to, while you had to live the life of curated and superficial royal who might as well be stuck in an oil painting for private viewing.
'your majesty?
at the sound of one of your newest handmaidens referring to you at the edge of the doorway's entrance, you tore your mind away from your prior thoughts and feelings about being royalty.
she was awfully cute looking and her pristine blonde hair framed her softer features even more. yet, you were sure that under the doe looking eyes, there held a fierce and outspoken voice that lay hidden due to your company.
in her position where she stood waiting. she was not too close to warrant an imposition to the private affairs of your bath, but still far enough to allow you to invite her presence into your space with your acknowledgment.
and that you tried to do, turning your attention away from the soapy bubbles of your bath to her shy and slightly scared eyes that she had forced to stare at the floor. you expected her to feel welcomed.
out easing into the fact that she was waiting for your vocal response to usher her way into the reason she was here. you cleared your throat and offered a gentle and soft tone to your voice in hopes of making her more comfortable in your presence.
'yes?'
and to that it seemed that it helped with how she had slowly retracted from her rigid stance and raised her head to gaze towards you and provide you with the simple eye contact that you were longing for.
captured by the common entrapment of your regard and attention, to be in such an audience and vulnerable environment of the transient princess. it was something that very few people have had the honour and prestige to be fully showcased with beyond the castle walls.
remembering what she was here for in the first place with the comforting silence turning deafening. you watched as she regained the consciousness of the things she had to offer.
'uh yes...' walking towards you with a fresh robe in her hands.
your maid of honour suggested that i remind you that an overly large amount of time in the bath can cause your skin to wrinkle and age quickly.
wanting to roll your eyes at what she just said, you pushed the action at the back of your head knowing that the messenger did nothing but speak out what she was told.
albeit, your face always regularly spoke your mind for you.
withholding the truth about how you felt about it, your expression had already made an explicit reaction that you only realised with how your handmaiden seemed to stutter over her words and become less vocal again.
â...she recommends that you leave and take your rest outside of the bathâ
'but it is also important to take into account your own feelings! if you'd like i can wait outside and wait at your disposal?
you could understand that she was trying to juggle the pressure of her duty while still offering you a bit of care in this strange world, and you were about to lurch out of the water to catch her before she goes and tell her that all of that wasn't necessary.
but before you could accidentally flash and scar the poor girl of more trouble after being forced to come here and get you. your maid of honour made her presence known by swiftly coming to her side with a gentle voice.
'is her majesty giving your trouble momo?'
and this time you actually did roll your eyes at the sound of your maid of honour, feeling like you should hide even further beneath the water of your bath in hopes that maybe you'd magically disappear before she'd pull you out and force you to face this 'unfair' reality.
'nishimiya dear, let me deal with this.â speaking to her softly and reassuring her as she grabbed the silk robe from her arms.
and as the former sent her a pleased smile that someone else was put to taking care of you right now. she walked out the door and you suddenly felt the air shift as your oh so 'gentle' maid of honour made her way towards you.
she was a fair lady, beautiful in fact and you'd sometimes think that you pale in comparison. with her perky spiky short hair that presented her delicate features in a small contrast, others who were unaware to her character would never dare to think that a woman who looked like her would have such a sharp tongue that she used infront of the princess.
'oh come on, don't look at me like that!'
sensing her form that had made itself closer to the edge of your bath that you had peculiarly taken an obsessive liking as you clinged to the opposite end of it to stray away from her grasp.
slipping her hand into the water to tug on your leg and pull you towards her. 'this is for your own good, name!'
begrudgingly adding, 'you know what the noblewomen and men will say?â
gosh it was always about other people and their thoughts and opinions about your appearance or being. but even then, you also had no choice as to what the system had set up for you.
you could only let out an apprehensive sigh and lift your gaze for the first time since she had entered to give her a surrendering look.
'i know i know, mamaguro.â
and to that your devoted and dedicated maid of honour was slightly appeased, albeit knew that this was far from over with the way you spoke to her.
'but don't you-' cutting yourself off knowing that the question would only be left in the air and hidden as further discussion would warrant no change.
even then though, as your maid of honour and friend after tireless years of being around you. you watched as mamaguro tilted her head and gave you an opportunity to speak your thoughts - it's the most that she can do to give you a space where you felt like your opinions were valid and heard. something that you could only yearn for outside of the enclosure she had created for you.
âbut...?'
and you could try to brush her off to tend to other things running in your mind, but you knew her just as well as she knew you, and that the action would only result in her nagging you till you break. blurting it out.
â...do you think if i was a prince that this would all be easier?'
she expected that from you, it was something that you had already discussed with her before. so she wasn't shocked when you asked her about the political gender biases of the kingdom, that's why she wasn't so unfazed.
'hmm... that's definitely a thought?â
thinking to herself in feign contemplation as she put her hands on her lap.
'a thought indeed.â and you stared up at her with bountiful encouragement of what she had to say, which she could only feel the need to ignore the stinging noise of the disappointment you'd feel with her next words.
'but even if i were to give you the obvious answer to your question. we all know it wouldn't change anythingâŠâ
staring longingly away from your gaze causing you to drawback into the depths of the bath water once again as you relinquished in the mere and blatant fact of your existence.
aware of the situation and environment that has been put into place, you watched as mamaguro placed the robe on a stray roller cart filled with essential oils and after-bath perfumes.
moving with swift precision to her tasks as she walked towards leaving the room. without turning to look back at you, she left with a better 'answer' to give you to your question.
âi can try stalling for you till your ready to come out.â
she may not be able to change things around you, but she can support you through them.
and as she finally left the intimate shared of space between you two and was closer to everyone else's outside. she spoke with a more strict standing.
'don't take too long, your majesty.â
in characteristic terms of fate and love, the dutiful title and pressure of becoming king befalls a young foreign and âcoldâ prince.
âcoldâ was a term that the people outside of his remote circle would often use to describe him. which was in fact that complete opposite of what the people inside the castle would say to talk about the fierce, slightly arrogant and malevolent man.
because he was nothing close to being cold, his raw intensity being burning like a fire and not at all creeping like the cold.
sukuna ryomen.
prince sukuna ryomen.
closest in line to becoming king of his kingdom. brother to prince yuji itadori and half brother to prince choso kamo - who decided to renunciate his royal duties.
but prince sukuna was even more so renowned as a ferocious, raw and untameable force of nature on the battlefield after building a reputation with his esquire and right hand-man, toji fushiguro.
âwhat are the plans about the settlements propagated in the east wing?â
with his usual scowl and furrowed eyebrows, sukuna spoke with a precedented demanding and condescending tone as he read through the lettered report in his hand.
standing at the front of his desk and leaning back on it with casual superiority in a room filled with his advisors and esquire. none would dare to question his chosen position and the way he went about things.
not only because he was sukuna.
but it was also because he was a prince and a future king, no less.
raising a frustrated brow at the overbearing silence that he was met with, the room watched as sukuna scrapped the papers towards the desk behind him and folded his arms across his chest.
the response was in their court ballroom, as the advisors and âknowledgeableâ counsel.
surveying through his options, toji who was his closest companion and a formal âservantâ to his qualms, was fully aware of the true purpose of this meeting.
the issue with the settlements was something that prince yuji had already dealt with, as a familiar peacemaker when it came to the matter.
this was something that fell short out of sukunaâs jurisdiction and line of duty.
so, to toji he was pleasantly obliged to the mere fact that this was very obviously a cover-up to what the advisors had to âadviceâ to their fair prince.
he leaned back into the carefully crafted rich couch with a faint smile gracing his features, all-knowing to whatever the advisors had planned was going to cause quite the internal and outward warfare with sukuna and his reactions.
feeling the heavy weight of the silence in the room, a timid and hesitant advisor decided it would be wise to speak up soon before sukunaâs thin thread of patience snapped.
âuh yes, about the settlements your graceâŠâ turning to the rest of his colleagues in search of hope that maybe one of them wanted to speak up.
being met with blank faces and turned heads, the man who had set himself up slowly diverted back towards facing sukuna.
and at this point it seemed that the already intimidating expression he always held was even scarier.
clearing his throat to ease his nerves, while sukuna held a fake interested expression to what he had to say - already knowing that the settlements had been dealt with and stringing the advisors along in the same way that they thought they were doing to him.
âthe settlements have already been dealt with, your grace.â
he could honestly chuckle to himself about the whole situation. did they really think he wouldnât know or thereof lack the intelligence to cover the minuscule details of the kingdomâs resources? they were talking to future king.
but the pride and arrogance that was filled in his mind and heart closely came to bite him as he perked up to listen to the actual purpose of this meeting.
was it going to be a new waiver that gave a large monetary stimulus to one of the noblemenâs businesses? or a mock-up charity ball that was meant to attract noblemen and women to gossip and use as an opportunity make rumours about the royal family?
either way, whatever it was. sukuna already felt himself irked at the idea of it being anything of the above.
âwe think itâs time you look into getting married.â
toji wanted to burst out laughing at the way sukunaâs usual disdainfully amused face fell and paled in comparison the ivory coloured documents and scrolls that lay around the small table infront of him.
suddenly getting a grasp of the whole situation and assessing that what he just heard wasnât funny make belief, sukuna ended up barking out as a response through utter shock and bewilderment.
âare you out of your fucking minds-â
scowling and muttering curses under his breath as he was cut off by an elder adviser, who suddenly got a new sense of confidence after the other adviserâs words.
âyes! we all think that itâs high time that you look into the eligible bachelorettes that we have short listed.â
and with the matter-of-fact tone that the elder was using as he cut him off, the whole situation only proved to be even more vexing to sukuna.
trying to brush out the hard on creases that formed on his forehead at the internal distress he was feeling at the moment.
sure, he could reject the idea and call it downright ridiculous⊠but he knew that once his advisors start talking - he was completely and royally bound to accept.
call it being a clipped bird in a cage⊠rather than one who was put on display.
after some deliberate silence from his side, and the idea of lashing out infront of everyone being more trouble than needed.
the advisors watched in quiet disbelief that their young prince seemed to breath out an apprehensive sigh and shift towards a strangely, frightening calmness.
âiâll consider the possibility.â
turning away from the audience, facing the desk and grand chair of his study. he could only aim to clear his frustrations by looking outside through the imposing glass window.
still he knew that the room was waiting for a reaction, turning with a dark glare over his shoulder at the audience behind him, he spoke with a strict, authoritative voice.
âdo not push me. you are dismissed.â
and as quietly and hurriedly as they could, the advisors scrambled to leave the room before sukuna decided to change his mind and explode on them.
still, there were only a few handful of people who knew to push through his growing and everlasting walls.
âso, do you have someone in mind?â
he heard toji speak up from his relaxed state where he yawned and got comfortable on the now free and empty couch after the advisors left.
relishing in the plush seat and laying down as he stared expectantly at sukunaâs back, all the while he lazily looked over the document that the one of the advisors had left behind and surveyed over the names inked.
âyouâve got a nobleman from the north, a girl from the south⊠and oh would you look at that? princess name-â
without turning to face him as he stared at the desk and the contents of the documents that lay atop of it, he cut him off before he could continue annoying him with the utter nonsense that he could not even imagine or be bothered to listen to right now.
âfrankly i do not care or want to think of the options that are available, fushiguro.â
lifting a scroll that had interested because of the proud sigil on it, he skimmed through it as he left toji to discard of the earlier conversation.
âi suggest that you drop the matter. whatever the advisors have decided on, i will have no option than to obey.â
finishing it off by closing the scroll after reading its contents, he knew that the list of bachelorettes was a ruse. the advisors would never come into this meeting without a plan and decision on who they actually wanted him to marry.
and a plan on how to get him to agree if he had decided that he didnât want anything to do with marriage, sighing at the thought. he switched to turn back around to face toji who seemed ready to sleep on the couch at this point.
feeling a vein almost pop at his temple at the sight of his esquire lounging in his study like he was king.
toji quickly realised that the earlier subdued irritation could end up being thrown out onto him and sat up straight with open ears to listen to the expected response sukuna had to all of this.
pleased at his actions, the latter felt himself being a little less irrational to all of this. thinking to himself with a faint smile, his earlier humour to the exchange with his advisors coming back again.
with a lighthearted chuckle that never seemed to throw off toji, he followed suit with a mirrored smile.
âplus, a wife or getting married, itâs all for the public. i need not to treat her as âmy wifeâ behind closed doors.â shrugging his shoulders at the prospect.
âso long as she isnât a bother, i wonât have the thought of having to dispose of her.â
and toji was well aware of what he meant by âdisposeâ but that would have to be something heâd worry about when the time comes.
âname!â
turning from the flowers that you had been tending to in the entryway of the garden, the yell of your name from the castle pulled you away from them.
it was very rare that any of the servants were to call you by your given name without adding any royal honourifics and mamaguro knew better than to regale your personal relationship with her by calling you by your name in the public.
there was only one person who would call you by your name like that and in fact yell it out without a care.
âyes, baba!â
and for what it was, a personal call by your father only eased you into anxiousness at the new proclamation that he had for you today.
as you gathered the rather large train of your dress to protect it from any grime of dirt that may cause an argument with your father about your public image.
you only hoped that this wasnât going to be about going out of the castle recently - to be frank, your father had forbade you to leave the castle your whole life⊠well ever since your motherâŠ
it wasnât unless it was due to public appearances, where you only went covered (out of sight to the public eyeâs scrutiny). you could honestly laugh at the juxtaposition of all of it.
your people hadnât seen you or heard anything about you in years, yet, day and night youâd be oppressed to learn all the ways to maintain the illusion of a carefully crafted submissive beauty.
not to mention, the hoards of royal guards and personnel that would have to be put in place to escort and âprotectâ you.
those chances were slim and all the while created such a bother. which meant your chances of contact to the outside world were closer to zero.
so can you really be blamed for taking it upon yourself to get that sense of contact.
walking with small quickness that still procured the elegance of a princess and the speed that demonstrated the internal worries that you had for what could be awaiting for you at your fatherâs call.
all the while you greeted and smiled at each servant and royal guard who seemed to turn and gaze at your presence.
âwould you like me to help you with your gown, princess?â
âdid you need an escort, your majesty?â
all the while you greeted and smiled.
shaking your head at each humble request and gesture. knowing that they worked at your best interest but there was also so much that you wanted to do without feeling like you were on training wheels.
still, you couldnât say that out loud and risk the idea of being portrayed as an ungrateful and spoiled princess.
so you continued your trek on your own with fake smiles and even faker laughter. well that was until you found yourself situated infront of the grand doors of your fatherâs study that were always protected under the regard of his highly ranked guardsmen.
at your behest, mamaguro was standing a few meters away from the door, awaiting your arrival. which confused you to say the least. whatever it was, you were sure she must have caught wind of it to make due of whatever she was doing and to be here for you.
quirking a brow towards her she only responded with a slow shake of her head, signalling to you that ânowâs not the timeâ.
patting yourself down and making sure you looked presentable for whatever audience that was inside. you had mamaguro give you one last look over and nodded towards the guardsmen to open the door for you.
entering with a bowed down head, you looked behind to see the attendance of mamaguro at your side - albeit, two steps behind you, only to be shocked to watch the grand doors curtly close without her presence.
you could honestly have the world swallow you up right now.
âhey hakari?! kashimo?! whatâs the deal?â
you faintly heard mamaguro through the thick-heavy doors yelling at the aforementioned.
âthe king asked for the princess.â you heard hakari respond.
âan audience of one.â with kashimo rubbing it in.
on the other side, mamaguro rolled her eyes at their antics with being so formal, she knew that this was only because your father was only a door over.
scoffing and turning around. you were on your own for this one and dutifully from your side, you watched in cue as your father called for you and patted the empty seat next to him.
for some reason the small and familiar study felt awfully large and intimidating.
âcome here, dear.â
well that was a good sign. if he knew about your escapades out of the castle, he would have started with that already. but you followed his request and sat next to him, and still, your father was your father.
âwhy are you so rigid? youâd think you saw a ghost, whatâs wrong?â
feelings yourself freeze, you quickly became more comfortable and conscious of each breath that you took. sending him one of your practised smiles.
ânothingâs wrong baba, whatever do you mean?â
deadpanning at your blatant lie, he brushed it off and became conscious of his own actions and the matter he needed to tend to with you being here. watching as he tried to get the right words out.
that was strange, you thought.
âah⊠it must be because iâm getting old!â
and you awkwardly laughed at that because he never stopped mentioning and bring it up it as of late.
âyou do know where iâm getting at?â turning towards you with a sudden seriousness. and in genuine confusion at the whiplash he was giving you right now, you felt your tongue speak before you could even think of a well spoken lie.
âno.â
feeling himself get a bit agitated, you watched as you father reached out to grab your hands in his. suddenly feeling your heart in your ass crack with how he was looking at you, you were thrown off about the whole atmosphere to even think of faking an all-knowing reaction of sorts.
âi think itâs time name.â
âuh⊠time for what?â
âiâm getting older dear.â looking into your eyes so intently that you thought maybe the answer was in them. âyou know what that meansâŠâ
and you hardly had the idea that maybe he was alluding to dying but itâs not like he was sick or something, so your confusion was evident on your face with the furrow of your brows.
âname donât make me spell it out for you.â
letting go of your hands as he suddenly gave up trying to gentle parent you into understanding his thoughts. which was a preposterous take from his side, cause how were you supposed to know when he was the one who called you here for a discussion in the first place.
âyou need to get married to get a king for our kingdom.â
âŠ
bursting out of laughter and utter hysteria, you keeled over as you father stared in disbelief.
trying to catch your breath as you panned over to look at your father to see if he was laughing as well. you felt yourself nearly choke at the sight of his solemn and disappointed expression.
âwhy arenât you laughing?â you breathed out with a rare genuine smile and tears in your eyes.
âbecause iâm not joking.â
and you deadpanned at that. because what was he even talking about. getting married? to get a fit king? where was he going anyway? canât he just be king forever?
suddenly the âhumorousâ environment turned grim as you became frustrated at the revelation of what your father was saying without even giving you an option to all of it.
âyouâre actually serious?!â asking him with a disgusted scowl etched on to your features.
âprincess-â
âdonât princess me!â standing up out of irritation at the whole ordeal. yet, the apple doesnât fall far from the tree is what people say.
your father mirrored your actions and was fueled with a similar anger. but his was out of the concept that you were being far from acceptant and the idea that you even thought of getting angry when this was for the good of everyone.
âno! you will listen.â
and at the sound of his shout. you slowly withdrew yourself and retracted like a dying flame to the tremble of water. realising your âplaceâ and bowing your head once again.
you didnât want to apologise, but it was what you were taught to do in these cases. with the smallest of voices, you lingered on the edge of just leaving the room without saying it and just saying it. picking the latter through gritted teeth.
âi, am sorry.â feeling your fists clench at your sides with the bubbling frustrations having nowhere to be released other than at the sacrifice of your palms where you squeezed till you felt the stringing pain of your nails.
whereas your father was releasing a hearty sigh of resignation. your father was scarcely the type to let anger get a hold of him. but when it did, it was bad.
âas i was sayingâŠâ
of course he wasnât going to apologise, it had your earlier anger resurfacing but forced down under the external weight of a social label.
you wanted to roll your eyes at what he was spewing out of his mouth right now, actually strangle him instead. but it was all a blur as bits and pieces of whatever seemed to be the most interesting, stuck on your mind.
you just wanted to leave.
ââŠyouâve rejected one too many proposals. i gave you the freedom to pick from them and youâve left me with no choice but to pickâŠâ
and you wanted to argue. argue that it wasnât that you rejected the proposals because of the people. you rejected them because you didnât want to be stuck with a stranger, no less a man who became your proud and true âhusbandâ.
ââŠthis is for your own good. the good of the kingdom⊠they need someone to bear the throne after meâŠâ
somewhere along the lines of what he was saying, your inner thoughts spoke louder today and out of the restraints of your mind, making them public and on display for his criticism.
âand why must a man who comes from elsewhere become our king?â
watching as your father rubbed his face in irritation at why you you were being so awfully stubborn right now. and you were being stubborn, but this was your livelihood on the line.
yes, as a royal you were supposed to be able to put your peopleâs best interest at a priority but why did that have to come at your expense?
âbaba, you know that iâve studied all the rules and ways.â
âyou know that i could lead our kingdom!â
âyou know that i am fit to be king.â
feeling your voice break at the end as you struggled to grasp the reasoning behind why you couldnât be the one to lead. why did it have to be your gender that stopped you, when a man who knew less became a better candidate just because he was a man.
and with each and every single word of truth that you shot out, your father felt himself faltering at the truth. he was well aware that as his only child and indirect heir, you were more than fit to rule than any of the other princes and noblemen that he has had the pleasure of meeting⊠but you were a princess.
a princess was seen as a painting.
an accessory to her husbandâs public image and internal carnal desires. a familyâs carer and facilitator of bearing future children.
and a fatherâs pride, especially yours.
he wishes youâd be able to see it from his side that he wasnât trying to be a villain to you and that he wasnât trying to punish you for being a princess (as much as it does look like that).
and he hates to say it, because if things were different youâd make a wonderful king.
âname.â
the gentle look your father held that accompanied the gentler tone of his voice. you slowly felt the anger you had subdue as a calm submissiveness entrapped your being.
âi understand.â
turning without a hint of fire of an argument in you, as you accepted the fate in which you were born to.
a step into what was âgoodâ for the kingdom. a step into protecting your kingdom. a step into fulfilling your duty as a princess.
all at the sacrifice of your own âfeetâ with each torturous step.
a few weeks had passed since the discussion with your father, and ever since you hadnât gone out of the castle. well not until todayâŠ
âi thought that you stopped this going out nonsense after being told you were going to be proposed to? why the sudden need to go out today?!â
and she was right, for some reason today you woke up with a ânagging feelingâ with the need to go out. lying to her and hiding the actual reason on why you wanted to go out today.
who knows? this might be the last time youâd get the chance to run out of this castle and interact in a ârealityâ that was stripped of the label of a princess.
trying to shift the conversation from what she said, you brought it back to general knowledge that wouldnât quirk the curiosity of mamaguro.
âi mean, you heard the king!â faking a roll of your eyes and a grimace at the recollections of your father.
to be frank, you had already come to terms with the proposal and prospect of marriage, especially with itâs impending arrival coming so soon, but that was still news to everyone else.
âwho knows what might happen when i get married to some guy who keeps an eye on me like a hawk, and i end up not even leaving my room without him saying something about asking him for permission?!â
shaking your head at the thought, while mamaguro pondered to try and get your sprits high.
âi mean did you even catch the name of the prince your father has picked on? maybe heâs not that bad and maybe pretty good looking!â
turning your head at her to deadpan at her she laughed at your reaction.
âdonât look at me like that!â
and as much as mamaguro was in the dark, you really should have asked your father who he was wedding you to. but that was a little to late.
as you dressed yourself in more plain and simple clothes that hid your presence from looking like royalty and more like anyone else.
mamaguro sighed in surrender. there was no dissuading you once you had put your mind onto the idea of going out. so mamaguro did whatever a maid of honour does as their duty.
helping you remove the heavy jewellery that adorned your ears and neck. slipping you into a plain face veil that covered your face and left your eyes in sight.
you looked through the mirrorâs reflection and watched her movements, slowly feeling a sense of growing gratitude and appreciation towards her⊠and maybe regret to not telling her the truth.
as she finished with the last finishing touches. before her body could retract away from you. you grabbed her hand and brought them close to your mouth underneath the veil and kissed the top of it. peering at her through your veil and whispering with the same breath of gratitude in your voice.
âthank you.â
and as your one and only friend, it was also her duty to remind you that this was not a transactional activity that warranted appreciation. this was her doing her best to give you the capacity to enjoy yourself as name and not just a silly princess.
smiling at you with a soft warmth, you blinked at her and sent her a reciprocated smile that reached your eyes. waving her off and letting her go.
when words were left unsaid, the hearts grow fonder and stronger till the next time.
somewhere through the cracks and turns of the castle, you moved with quite practised precision towards the gates that allowed you to enter the âoutsideâ world.
the guards on watch being kashimo and hakari, on usual days it would be the common royal guards. but you had an inkling that they were stationed there because of the âguestsâ coming today.
still they were easygoing just as the rest of the folk were. distracted with each other as they âfoughtâ with each other and drew their swords against themselves. you easily slipped between the people leaving the castle grounds and held a lowered gaze.
âhey! you there!â
you instantly froze at the sound of kashimoâs voice behind you. and before you could turn towards him, you instantly felt yourself gratified at the sound of hakariâs voice.
âkashimo! are you really trying to run away from me beating yer ass by acting like better knight?â
and turning back before he got too close to you, kashimo turned back towards hakari with a smirk, forgetting what he was even doing here in the first place.
âhah?! your out of your mind if you think that you won that round!â
sighing out of relief as you left the gates without another hitch. you felt yourself encapsulated with the escape of the gravity and reality of your own situation with the lives of others, as bad as it sounded.
but itâs what kept you grounded all these years.
to see the owner of the fruit stand interact and feed the children of the market, even when heâs sales werenât doing well.
to see the young women and men dancing at the bazaar without a care of the world.
to see the mother and daughter, hand in hand walking together and running errands together. oh how you yearned for that, but that was something to unlock your heart to and think about later.
to see the royal guards and foreign chariot and carriages trek towards the streets of the market that led closer to the castle.
wait, that was not a familiar sight. and a sight seen way too early.
turning towards the alienated chariot and the bold emblem that it had etched into its side. narrowing your eyes at it, you were unfamiliar to what kingdom it was from, other than the fact that it seemed to have come here for you.
âahh that must be another proposal here for the princess!â
you heard an onlooker yell and point at the chariot, a bit perplexed as to how he could have come to that conclusion on his own.
sure there had been past proposals that have littered the streets of the kingdom which made them aware of the people who came for your hand, but it had been a while since you had gotten one as of late, the first thought should have been that this was for a formal meeting.
âexcuse me, but why do you think itâs for the princess? what if itâs a negotiation with the king?â
chuckling at your nativity, he laughed and added. âwell thatâs because the kingâs announcement!â
flashing you the scroll with the proud crest of you the castle, quoted words and everything right in your face.
snatching the thing from his hands and turning away from him as he yelled about being gentle and that it was a family heirloom.
you ignored his qualms and went on to briefly read it. skimming through to find the specific detail that you had missed the day of your fatherâs introduction to the concept of getting married.
ââŠi am pleased to say that princess name shall be betrothed to prince sukunaâŠâ
prince sukuna⊠you had never heard of him. why was he the only option that your father had been stuck with? gosh you already thought of the ideas that ran in your mind about the man that you were about to be engaged to.
what if he rules like a tyrant? what if heâs a dictator? oh what if heâs some old scrawny old man?
man, you really should have been careful about agreeing to this, and maybe thatâs why he was the only option. you should have accepted it when nobleman suguru geto came knocking on the castle doors.
in your focus of the overwhelming thoughts that ran across your mind, you were unaware to your surroundings and found yourself right infront of the royal chariot which carried the mysterious prince sukuna.
and in your unfortunate case, you nearly became the victim to being trampled by the large horses that yielded infront of you and stopped at their tracks.
while you were distracted and stuck frozen, you heard the onlookers yelling at your very wrong defense and blaming the charioteer (the person who controls the horses on a chariot).
thus creating a ruckus in the streets as they stopped the traffic of the royal convoy.
âhey! canât you see where your going?â
âyea, you think that just because you come here with your big carriages and chariots you can do whatever you want?â
âyou nearly hurt the poor lady!â
with an elderly woman coming by your side and asking.
âsweetie, are you okay?â
turning to nod your head towards her in quite remission. the quick turn of events seemed to have taken you into a daze. not only that but it looked like all the noise and arguing of the people and the charioteer, alerted the people within the chariot.
âŠ
âwhat the fuck is going on out there?â sukuna asked with a usual scowl to his features and impatience in his voice.
toji looked outside through the small curtained window, analysing the situation, only to find a lady in a face veil and a few market men yelling and arguing with their horse rider.
he turned back to face sukuna. âseems like thereâs a scuffle between your future people and our rider. do you want me to deal with it?â
already reaching out to leave the chariot without a word, toji felt himself get cut off as sukuna turned to wordlessly grab the door before him and open it to leave the chariot.
leaning back inside, he got comfortable and sighed to himself. if it was an impression that people wanted, then it was an impression they would get.
from outside, you and the onlookers were stuck frozen in fear as you watched as a large and intimidating man come out of the chariot. he was covered in face tattoos and had roughly combed look to his hair.
yet, he gazed upon you all with a sense of superiority and judgment. carrying to himself a silent demand of respect and fear from everyone around him. not to mention, the âuniformâ he was in had been decorated in an illustrative amount of metallic pins and medals.
whispers and gasps behind you only proving to instil more panic in you at your future circumstances.
âthatâs prince sukuna!â
âahh yes, heâs the one whoâs going to propose to the princess.â
you widened your eyes at the women behind you and stared back right infront of you at the sight of the man who held a large scowl on his features. this was the guy you were supposed to call your husband? gulping at the thought of this man even being a prince and not a guard or esquire.
to have him look like this and be bold enough to make a public appearance prior to entering the castle gates, you could only imagine what type of person he was under that dark gaze.
and it seemed that your stare and thoughts were so intense that it had the man in question break through his glare that he targeted at the general situation, to turn towards you and hold an intense sense of weird of eye contact. from your perspective.
and in sudden succession of fear of punishment and maybe persecution that his âfuture kingâ was right infront of him right now. the onlooker who has just been proudly defending you a few moments ago, pushed you to the front and yelled as he walked away.
âsheâs the one whoâs caused all of this!â
as other onlookers took that as a sign to leave you to tend to your own consequences alone.
looking around at what just happened and breaking the eye contact with the man infront of you, unaware to the fact that his gaze still followed your movements.
you thought about the people of the market just now, for being such a tight knit community that was ready to face things other. they really were in sync on how to let another person down.
and youâd rather curse them out but that was a thought left very far when you were stuck in the same spot at and under the sight of the man that you were supposed to be getting ready to meet right now.
you felt a bit awkward to having someone stare at you so intently and suddenly felt conscious and fell into your old habits. staring at the ground and hoping that it would rid you of the attention you were getting right now.
with a raised brow and bored look, the prince looked at your form, from up to down till he was satiated and then turned back to the charioteer.
âyou should be more careful around these parts, there are children and women walking.â
thereafter, wordlessly without an utterance of anything less or more. he enters back into the chariot.
watching as the chariot and carriages move back on their track towards the castle, you let out a breath that you you had been holding and turned to the man who just ratted you out with a sharp look to which he could only shrug at.
âi wonder if with the proposal weâd ever see the princess outside the castle gates again?â
âahh itâs been too long since we saw her, ever since the queenâŠâ
and pulling you out of your thoughts, the gossip and talk of the women reminded you that you were in fact the exact princess they were talking about.
in a rush to make it in time before the royal convoy, you sped through the streets with nothing but shortcuts and a miracle. hoping that your father and the pressure of this whole ordeal wouldnât be too much for mamaguro to handle.
âmamaguro be sure to have the princess ready soon for the prince!â
the former could only bite the knuckle of her finger as she stared through your roomâs window and prayed that not a single guard, handmaiden or especially your father came into your room right now.
âyes, sheâs just about finished in the bath!â
thinking to herself just where in the world you could be on such a grandeur day with your proposal. she knew that she shouldnât have let you out!
before she could start thinking of ways to leave the castle without a trace and risk getting the death sentence for aiding in your escape.
she felt a wave of hope enter her fleeting soul at the sight of your struggling hand trying to grasp the windowsillâs edge.
âwhere have you been this whole time? i was so worried-â already scolding you for leaving the castle today.
âcan i get any help up here first?â you breathed out as you felt yourself slipping. before you could fall into the rose bushes below you, you felt a warm hand grab you hand and help you up.
even before you had a good landing of your two feet on the solid ground of your room. you watched and heard mamaguro berate and lecture you as she grabbed a cart filled with perfumes and hair necessities.
âdo you know how risky outing was? and to find out that today coincidentally was the day you were getting proposed to!?â
she situated you infront of your vanity mirror and got to work with removing your face veil and slipping you into a silk robe.
âa shower will have to wait till later. i canât belive the king didnât inform of us of this earlier?!â
âi mean how does he expect you to accept such a thing on the spot!â
and you suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over you, the thing is was that you knew. knew from the day you had the argument with your father when this proposal was happening, you just for some reason kept it to yourself and hidden from mamaguro.
residing in your silence and disassociated gaze, you felt mamaguro halt her ministrations on your hair.
âyou knewâŠâ
staring at her through the reflection of the mirror, you watched as her face morphed into a face of disappointment at your dishonesty.
you couldnât even defend yourself before she dropped the comb that was in your hair as she turned towards the door.
âi think iâll be needing more help with the princess.â
creating a wall between you and her effectively, as you were stuck being corseted up, jewelled, corrected by a multitude of hands and women who comeplemented and dressed you up.
by the end of it, you were on the surface, encapsulated in elegance and beauty.
albeit, your gaze kept on dragging back to mamaguro who held a fixed gaze on your appearance rather than you with crossed arms.
âsheâs finished?â asking the few handmaidens who were waiting for her approval.
nodding her head in acknowledgment, the handmaidens left and you were left alone with her. looking at yourself in the mirror, your were in a large dress that was decorated with your kingdoms adoring colours and jewels that complemented the rich color of your skin.
you really did look as beautiful as what the women who surrounded you said, but the gnawing feeling of not having mamaguro say that to you overthrew the whole sentiment.
âiâm sorry mamaguro-â
âwe should go now.â
nodding your head without a word, her indifference was valid in yiur heart. you hadnât even had the room to tell her of the interaction you had earlier.
face to face with the grand doors of the throne room and where you were told your father and âto be wedâ were waiting. you held a lowered and nervous gaze.
yet, the nerves seemed to have been eased at the sight of mamaguro in your peripheral, standing a quiet distance away from you.
always two steps behind you.
she might have been mad but atleast she wasnât going to leave you alone.
as the doors opened, the men inside turned towards your presence. you looked regal and quite stereotypically, like a true princess. but underneath that, anyone could sense the quiet authority that hadnât yet been explored.
âahh thereâs my daughter!â you father yelled out, announcing to everyone as if this wasnât already awkward and embarrassing enough.
to sukuna though the expression that you held spiked a thought in his mind. for such an elusive princess, he could have sworn heâs seen you before.
toji on the other hand failed to understand the intricacies of the formal environment he was in and started nudging him in the ribs at the sight of you. earning him a particularly sharp glare that had him rolling his eyes and moving a small distance away from sukuna.
walking towards them with a faltering sense of self-confidence at the man who was infront of you again, the room felt cold and unnerving.
âthis is prince sukuna.â your father gestured to when you were at a closer distance, causing you to look up at the familiar man. itâs not like you havenât already been introduced to him.
âand iâm sure youâve realised that this is my daughter, princess name.â
you could see how sukuna faked the mirrored smile to your fatherâs humour, which seemed to slightly irk you. âyes, itâs a pleasure to meet you princess.â
whyâd he agree to this if he didnât want to be here? same could be said to you.
still, he respectfully regarded you and reached out for your hand like all princes do. looking between him and your father you hesitantly placed your hand in his deeply calloused and rougher hand.
and as princely as he could while toji tried to hide his snickering, he lifted your hand towards his lips and gave you a faint kiss. making sure to look at you thoroughly as he seems to search for something in your eyes.
feeling a bit self conscious, at his stare your turned your gaze away from his crimson eyes and retracted your hand far quicker than he expected you to.
well other than the fact that he was quite intimidating. can you blame a girl for getting close to combusting at the faintest touch for the first time in her life.
your father seemed to be a bit offended at the interaction tho as he held a frown at sukunaâs action. and sukuna? well he was too busy deciphering something in his thoughts.
the whole thing was plenty uncomfortable for you, you canât imagine how much worse it was for mamaguro and the strange people with trays of sweets, jewellery, silk and other gifts for your hand in marriage.
clearing his throat at the sudden awkward atmosphere, youâd think that toji was the one proposing with how enthralled and entertained he was at the whole situation.
sukuna peered at his esquire to understand what it could be that he was alluding to now with the insistent cough of his. he only then realised he had forgotten about the the other people in the room with him.
âon the other contrary, iâve also brought gift for the princess from our kingdom. as a thank you for her hand in marriage.â
which with the last phrase it seemed to rub you off the wrong way, as you cut off your fathers sentence.
âahh you shouldnât have price sukuna-â
âso you intend to buy me? with giftsâŠâ looking at him with a disgusted face.
everyone in the room was appalled to say the least at your outburst, having been quiet since you entered the room. the most that they were expecting was for you to giggle and smile flirtatiously at each and every word that came out of sukunaâs mouth - that was only tojiâs idea of you.
and to sukuna he canât lie to say that he wasnât a bit shocked at your comment, from what he had assumed, you were quite the submissive type.
but the way your eyes lingered on his, he finally had a conclusion to the questions that had been running in his mind.
sending you a genuine smile that came out in the form of a sly smirk that flashed you his canines, you were thrown off at the sudden cocky confidence he had gotten.
âno, but if thatâs what youâd preferâŠâ
âthen i think it would be an incredible undersight in your judgment to think that a woman of your value is worth the frivolous gifts iâve brought with myself today.â
looking at him with a strange sense of humour, you scoffed and wanted to throw another word at him. only feeling yourself silenced at the sight of your fatherâs glare and whisper of your name.
âname.â
to which sukuna made quiet notice of as he watched you swallow the reply you had at the tip of your tongue.
sending them both a smile. your father took the initiative to control the conversation himself and cut the âtenseâ environment that the both of you had procured.
âwell arenât you just both charmers!â you father said trying to alleviate the atmosphere. to which it only made the room sound quieter, like seriously a cricket could be heard faintly outside somewhere.
âwouldnât it be good if if the two betrothed were to get some time alone to get to know each other?â
your father asked rhetorically and to no one in particular, as no one dared to disagree with him in the room. turning towards you with a soft smile.
âdear, why donât you show him around the royal garden?â
and through gritted teeth, âwith pleasure baba!â turning without a second thought and begging for help as you passed mamaguro by the door.
and before she could follow through to exit behind you, the mention of her name halted your movements and hers.
âmamaguro.â
âi uggest we give the two some time aloneâŠâ
and he didnât meant it as a suggestion where he outlined an option, he meant it as a hidden order. leaving you to continue your walk without her and without a care if sukuna was following you or not.
and as slimy as he was. toji was not about to let his prince get too far before asking, knowing that if he tried following heâd be stopped in the same way mamaguro was.
âso what do you think of the princess?â
you were already too far gone to end up hearing him, so he replied to toji with something that would leave him pondering why he said it before he left.
âthose eyes arenât something to forget.â
authorâs note:
CLIFFHANGERRRRR
yes im still on the agenda that i think toji and sukuna would be friends, i feel like theyâd be way closer friends than even gojo and sukuna!
yes mamaguro is mamaguroâs nameđ
what did yall expect, if i shat out a random name here towards the common fanon ideology here, we would have all thought iâve inserted some sort of oc
also i have no idea why i didnât feel like having name tell mamaguro she was getting proposed to, idk future me will get to develop that further
this had been an idea iâve had for so so long and im so happy i was able to finally write it, i also canât wait to develop this storyline further if yall are interested! HIGHLY highly inspired by my fav disney movie Aladdin + the live action
BUT OOF
this was so good to write, i think im really enjoying writing longer pieces of fanfiction rather than shorter ones and i think the quality and depth of it is reflected with the âcheaterâ series and the short stories ive been posting for the celebration party
either way i still do love writing for whatever piece of genre it is, i just think i like doing these longer ones a tad bit more đââïž
but frankly that means they take way longer to procure and i hate to make you guys wait! just know each day i see all the endless support through the likes, reblogs and comments! đđđ
and for my other readers the last part to my cheater fic is already in the works and will be released next in my lineup of longer fics
so dw AT ALL, i havenât forgotten about it - itâs literally like my eldest child
but in regards to this particular fic, i hope to add on to the story between reader and king sukuna with a few drabbles here and there, and maybe just maybe turning it into a full blown series or smthn after iâve finished my other drafts!!!
this was just a bit of an introduction to the concept and story, lmk how you guys feel about it?
and if you caught any references to princess and royal core media, then yes your totally right! that did not come out of my head and was probably from digital media that i consumed over the years đ
when a next in line prince soon-to-be king is forced to betroth a rebellious and âconnivingâ princess. royal au jjk.
from being told that eating raw lightning fish does wonders for your skin, to how your posture must be poised but submissive.
there were a multitude of rules and procedures that you had constantly learnt and become subjected to over the years to maintain the pristine and coveted title that you were born with.
lest that you bring forth shame and disgrace to your people and kingdom just because you were caught casually conversing with the knights and guards about the heavy honour of carrying a sword or shooting an arrow.
and maybe it was your fault for wanting to live both worlds, because for a princess who was born into a stereotype dysfunctional royal family, surrounded by larger than large kingdoms and a proposal at every step.
it was living like a pretty bird put on display under the guise of being decorated and clothed with beautiful ruby diamonds, shining gold and the softest silk that covered and mimicked the expanses of a cage.
frankly it all felt very a bit unfair to your 'prim and proper' mind to make sense of it all, as the future queen in line that was meant to fulfil the desires of a man who would be renowned as a king to you kingdom and his own.
why is it that the young girls your age have the freedom and capacity to do all that you've ever wanted to, while you had to live the life of curated and superficial royal who might as well be stuck in an oil painting for private viewing.
'your majesty?
at the sound of one of your newest handmaidens referring to you at the edge of the doorway's entrance, you tore your mind away from your prior thoughts and feelings about being royalty.
she was awfully cute looking and her pristine blonde hair framed her softer features even more. yet, you were sure that under the doe looking eyes, there held a fierce and outspoken voice that lay hidden due to your company.
in her position where she stood waiting. she was not too close to warrant an imposition to the private affairs of your bath, but still far enough to allow you to invite her presence into your space with your acknowledgment.
and that you tried to do, turning your attention away from the soapy bubbles of your bath to her shy and slightly scared eyes that she had forced to stare at the floor. you expected her to feel welcomed.
out easing into the fact that she was waiting for your vocal response to usher her way into the reason she was here. you cleared your throat and offered a gentle and soft tone to your voice in hopes of making her more comfortable in your presence.
'yes?'
and to that it seemed that it helped with how she had slowly retracted from her rigid stance and raised her head to gaze towards you and provide you with the simple eye contact that you were longing for.
captured by the common entrapment of your regard and attention, to be in such an audience and vulnerable environment of the transient princess. it was something that very few people have had the honour and prestige to be fully showcased with beyond the castle walls.
remembering what she was here for in the first place with the comforting silence turning deafening. you watched as she regained the consciousness of the things she had to offer.
'uh yes...' walking towards you with a fresh robe in her hands.
your maid of honour suggested that i remind you that an overly large amount of time in the bath can cause your skin to wrinkle and age quickly.
wanting to roll your eyes at what she just said, you pushed the action at the back of your head knowing that the messenger did nothing but speak out what she was told.
albeit, your face always regularly spoke your mind for you.
withholding the truth about how you felt about it, your expression had already made an explicit reaction that you only realised with how your handmaiden seemed to stutter over her words and become less vocal again.
â...she recommends that you leave and take your rest outside of the bathâ
'but it is also important to take into account your own feelings! if you'd like i can wait outside and wait at your disposal?
you could understand that she was trying to juggle the pressure of her duty while still offering you a bit of care in this strange world, and you were about to lurch out of the water to catch her before she goes and tell her that all of that wasn't necessary.
but before you could accidentally flash and scar the poor girl of more trouble after being forced to come here and get you. your maid of honour made her presence known by swiftly coming to her side with a gentle voice.
'is her majesty giving your trouble momo?'
and this time you actually did roll your eyes at the sound of your maid of honour, feeling like you should hide even further beneath the water of your bath in hopes that maybe you'd magically disappear before she'd pull you out and force you to face this 'unfair' reality.
'nishimiya dear, let me deal with this.â speaking to her softly and reassuring her as she grabbed the silk robe from her arms.
and as the former sent her a pleased smile that someone else was put to taking care of you right now. she walked out the door and you suddenly felt the air shift as your oh so 'gentle' maid of honour made her way towards you.
she was a fair lady, beautiful in fact and you'd sometimes think that you pale in comparison. with her perky spiky short hair that presented her delicate features in a small contrast, others who were unaware to her character would never dare to think that a woman who looked like her would have such a sharp tongue that she used infront of the princess.
'oh come on, don't look at me like that!'
sensing her form that had made itself closer to the edge of your bath that you had peculiarly taken an obsessive liking as you clinged to the opposite end of it to stray away from her grasp.
slipping her hand into the water to tug on your leg and pull you towards her. 'this is for your own good, name!'
begrudgingly adding, 'you know what the noblewomen and men will say?â
gosh it was always about other people and their thoughts and opinions about your appearance or being. but even then, you also had no choice as to what the system had set up for you.
you could only let out an apprehensive sigh and lift your gaze for the first time since she had entered to give her a surrendering look.
'i know i know, mamaguro.â
and to that your devoted and dedicated maid of honour was slightly appeased, albeit knew that this was far from over with the way you spoke to her.
'but don't you-' cutting yourself off knowing that the question would only be left in the air and hidden as further discussion would warrant no change.
even then though, as your maid of honour and friend after tireless years of being around you. you watched as mamaguro tilted her head and gave you an opportunity to speak your thoughts - it's the most that she can do to give you a space where you felt like your opinions were valid and heard. something that you could only yearn for outside of the enclosure she had created for you.
âbut...?'
and you could try to brush her off to tend to other things running in your mind, but you knew her just as well as she knew you, and that the action would only result in her nagging you till you break. blurting it out.
â...do you think if i was a prince that this would all be easier?'
she expected that from you, it was something that you had already discussed with her before. so she wasn't shocked when you asked her about the political gender biases of the kingdom, that's why she wasn't so unfazed.
'hmm... that's definitely a thought?â
thinking to herself in feign contemplation as she put her hands on her lap.
'a thought indeed.â and you stared up at her with bountiful encouragement of what she had to say, which she could only feel the need to ignore the stinging noise of the disappointment you'd feel with her next words.
'but even if i were to give you the obvious answer to your question. we all know it wouldn't change anythingâŠâ
staring longingly away from your gaze causing you to drawback into the depths of the bath water once again as you relinquished in the mere and blatant fact of your existence.
aware of the situation and environment that has been put into place, you watched as mamaguro placed the robe on a stray roller cart filled with essential oils and after-bath perfumes.
moving with swift precision to her tasks as she walked towards leaving the room. without turning to look back at you, she left with a better 'answer' to give you to your question.
âi can try stalling for you till your ready to come out.â
she may not be able to change things around you, but she can support you through them.
and as she finally left the intimate shared of space between you two and was closer to everyone else's outside. she spoke with a more strict standing.
'don't take too long, your majesty.â
in characteristic terms of fate and love, the dutiful title and pressure of becoming king befalls a young foreign and âcoldâ prince.
âcoldâ was a term that the people outside of his remote circle would often use to describe him. which was in fact that complete opposite of what the people inside the castle would say to talk about the fierce, slightly arrogant and malevolent man.
because he was nothing close to being cold, his raw intensity being burning like a fire and not at all creeping like the cold.
sukuna ryomen.
prince sukuna ryomen.
closest in line to becoming king of his kingdom. brother to prince yuji itadori and half brother to prince choso kamo - who decided to renunciate his royal duties.
but prince sukuna was even more so renowned as a ferocious, raw and untameable force of nature on the battlefield after building a reputation with his esquire and right hand-man, toji fushiguro.
âwhat are the plans about the settlements propagated in the east wing?â
with his usual scowl and furrowed eyebrows, sukuna spoke with a precedented demanding and condescending tone as he read through the lettered report in his hand.
standing at the front of his desk and leaning back on it with casual superiority in a room filled with his advisors and esquire. none would dare to question his chosen position and the way he went about things.
not only because he was sukuna.
but it was also because he was a prince and a future king, no less.
raising a frustrated brow at the overbearing silence that he was met with, the room watched as sukuna scrapped the papers towards the desk behind him and folded his arms across his chest.
the response was in their court ballroom, as the advisors and âknowledgeableâ counsel.
surveying through his options, toji who was his closest companion and a formal âservantâ to his qualms, was fully aware of the true purpose of this meeting.
the issue with the settlements was something that prince yuji had already dealt with, as a familiar peacemaker when it came to the matter.
this was something that fell short out of sukunaâs jurisdiction and line of duty.
so, to toji he was pleasantly obliged to the mere fact that this was very obviously a cover-up to what the advisors had to âadviceâ to their fair prince.
he leaned back into the carefully crafted rich couch with a faint smile gracing his features, all-knowing to whatever the advisors had planned was going to cause quite the internal and outward warfare with sukuna and his reactions.
feeling the heavy weight of the silence in the room, a timid and hesitant advisor decided it would be wise to speak up soon before sukunaâs thin thread of patience snapped.
âuh yes, about the settlements your graceâŠâ turning to the rest of his colleagues in search of hope that maybe one of them wanted to speak up.
being met with blank faces and turned heads, the man who had set himself up slowly diverted back towards facing sukuna.
and at this point it seemed that the already intimidating expression he always held was even scarier.
clearing his throat to ease his nerves, while sukuna held a fake interested expression to what he had to say - already knowing that the settlements had been dealt with and stringing the advisors along in the same way that they thought they were doing to him.
âthe settlements have already been dealt with, your grace.â
he could honestly chuckle to himself about the whole situation. did they really think he wouldnât know or thereof lack the intelligence to cover the minuscule details of the kingdomâs resources? they were talking to future king.
but the pride and arrogance that was filled in his mind and heart closely came to bite him as he perked up to listen to the actual purpose of this meeting.
was it going to be a new waiver that gave a large monetary stimulus to one of the noblemenâs businesses? or a mock-up charity ball that was meant to attract noblemen and women to gossip and use as an opportunity make rumours about the royal family?
either way, whatever it was. sukuna already felt himself irked at the idea of it being anything of the above.
âwe think itâs time you look into getting married.â
toji wanted to burst out laughing at the way sukunaâs usual disdainfully amused face fell and paled in comparison the ivory coloured documents and scrolls that lay around the small table infront of him.
suddenly getting a grasp of the whole situation and assessing that what he just heard wasnât funny make belief, sukuna ended up barking out as a response through utter shock and bewilderment.
âare you out of your fucking minds-â
scowling and muttering curses under his breath as he was cut off by an elder adviser, who suddenly got a new sense of confidence after the other adviserâs words.
âyes! we all think that itâs high time that you look into the eligible bachelorettes that we have short listed.â
and with the matter-of-fact tone that the elder was using as he cut him off, the whole situation only proved to be even more vexing to sukuna.
trying to brush out the hard on creases that formed on his forehead at the internal distress he was feeling at the moment.
sure, he could reject the idea and call it downright ridiculous⊠but he knew that once his advisors start talking - he was completely and royally bound to accept.
call it being a clipped bird in a cage⊠rather than one who was put on display.
after some deliberate silence from his side, and the idea of lashing out infront of everyone being more trouble than needed.
the advisors watched in quiet disbelief that their young prince seemed to breath out an apprehensive sigh and shift towards a strangely, frightening calmness.
âiâll consider the possibility.â
turning away from the audience, facing the desk and grand chair of his study. he could only aim to clear his frustrations by looking outside through the imposing glass window.
still he knew that the room was waiting for a reaction, turning with a dark glare over his shoulder at the audience behind him, he spoke with a strict, authoritative voice.
âdo not push me. you are dismissed.â
and as quietly and hurriedly as they could, the advisors scrambled to leave the room before sukuna decided to change his mind and explode on them.
still, there were only a few handful of people who knew to push through his growing and everlasting walls.
âso, do you have someone in mind?â
he heard toji speak up from his relaxed state where he yawned and got comfortable on the now free and empty couch after the advisors left.
relishing in the plush seat and laying down as he stared expectantly at sukunaâs back, all the while he lazily looked over the document that the one of the advisors had left behind and surveyed over the names inked.
âyouâve got a nobleman from the north, a girl from the south⊠and oh would you look at that? princess name-â
without turning to face him as he stared at the desk and the contents of the documents that lay atop of it, he cut him off before he could continue annoying him with the utter nonsense that he could not even imagine or be bothered to listen to right now.
âfrankly i do not care or want to think of the options that are available, fushiguro.â
lifting a scroll that had interested because of the proud sigil on it, he skimmed through it as he left toji to discard of the earlier conversation.
âi suggest that you drop the matter. whatever the advisors have decided on, i will have no option than to obey.â
finishing it off by closing the scroll after reading its contents, he knew that the list of bachelorettes was a ruse. the advisors would never come into this meeting without a plan and decision on who they actually wanted him to marry.
and a plan on how to get him to agree if he had decided that he didnât want anything to do with marriage, sighing at the thought. he switched to turn back around to face toji who seemed ready to sleep on the couch at this point.
feeling a vein almost pop at his temple at the sight of his esquire lounging in his study like he was king.
toji quickly realised that the earlier subdued irritation could end up being thrown out onto him and sat up straight with open ears to listen to the expected response sukuna had to all of this.
pleased at his actions, the latter felt himself being a little less irrational to all of this. thinking to himself with a faint smile, his earlier humour to the exchange with his advisors coming back again.
with a lighthearted chuckle that never seemed to throw off toji, he followed suit with a mirrored smile.
âplus, a wife or getting married, itâs all for the public. i need not to treat her as âmy wifeâ behind closed doors.â shrugging his shoulders at the prospect.
âso long as she isnât a bother, i wonât have the thought of having to dispose of her.â
and toji was well aware of what he meant by âdisposeâ but that would have to be something heâd worry about when the time comes.
âname!â
turning from the flowers that you had been tending to in the entryway of the garden, the yell of your name from the castle pulled you away from them.
it was very rare that any of the servants were to call you by your given name without adding any royal honourifics and mamaguro knew better than to regale your personal relationship with her by calling you by your name in the public.
there was only one person who would call you by your name like that and in fact yell it out without a care.
âyes, baba!â
and for what it was, a personal call by your father only eased you into anxiousness at the new proclamation that he had for you today.
as you gathered the rather large train of your dress to protect it from any grime of dirt that may cause an argument with your father about your public image.
you only hoped that this wasnât going to be about going out of the castle recently - to be frank, your father had forbade you to leave the castle your whole life⊠well ever since your motherâŠ
it wasnât unless it was due to public appearances, where you only went covered (out of sight to the public eyeâs scrutiny). you could honestly laugh at the juxtaposition of all of it.
your people hadnât seen you or heard anything about you in years, yet, day and night youâd be oppressed to learn all the ways to maintain the illusion of a carefully crafted submissive beauty.
not to mention, the hoards of royal guards and personnel that would have to be put in place to escort and âprotectâ you.
those chances were slim and all the while created such a bother. which meant your chances of contact to the outside world were closer to zero.
so can you really be blamed for taking it upon yourself to get that sense of contact.
walking with small quickness that still procured the elegance of a princess and the speed that demonstrated the internal worries that you had for what could be awaiting for you at your fatherâs call.
all the while you greeted and smiled at each servant and royal guard who seemed to turn and gaze at your presence.
âwould you like me to help you with your gown, princess?â
âdid you need an escort, your majesty?â
all the while you greeted and smiled.
shaking your head at each humble request and gesture. knowing that they worked at your best interest but there was also so much that you wanted to do without feeling like you were on training wheels.
still, you couldnât say that out loud and risk the idea of being portrayed as an ungrateful and spoiled princess.
so you continued your trek on your own with fake smiles and even faker laughter. well that was until you found yourself situated infront of the grand doors of your fatherâs study that were always protected under the regard of his highly ranked guardsmen.
at your behest, mamaguro was standing a few meters away from the door, awaiting your arrival. which confused you to say the least. whatever it was, you were sure she must have caught wind of it to make due of whatever she was doing and to be here for you.
quirking a brow towards her she only responded with a slow shake of her head, signalling to you that ânowâs not the timeâ.
patting yourself down and making sure you looked presentable for whatever audience that was inside. you had mamaguro give you one last look over and nodded towards the guardsmen to open the door for you.
entering with a bowed down head, you looked behind to see the attendance of mamaguro at your side - albeit, two steps behind you, only to be shocked to watch the grand doors curtly close without her presence.
you could honestly have the world swallow you up right now.
âhey hakari?! kashimo?! whatâs the deal?â
you faintly heard mamaguro through the thick-heavy doors yelling at the aforementioned.
âthe king asked for the princess.â you heard hakari respond.
âan audience of one.â with kashimo rubbing it in.
on the other side, mamaguro rolled her eyes at their antics with being so formal, she knew that this was only because your father was only a door over.
scoffing and turning around. you were on your own for this one and dutifully from your side, you watched in cue as your father called for you and patted the empty seat next to him.
for some reason the small and familiar study felt awfully large and intimidating.
âcome here, dear.â
well that was a good sign. if he knew about your escapades out of the castle, he would have started with that already. but you followed his request and sat next to him, and still, your father was your father.
âwhy are you so rigid? youâd think you saw a ghost, whatâs wrong?â
feelings yourself freeze, you quickly became more comfortable and conscious of each breath that you took. sending him one of your practised smiles.
ânothingâs wrong baba, whatever do you mean?â
deadpanning at your blatant lie, he brushed it off and became conscious of his own actions and the matter he needed to tend to with you being here. watching as he tried to get the right words out.
that was strange, you thought.
âah⊠it must be because iâm getting old!â
and you awkwardly laughed at that because he never stopped mentioning and bring it up it as of late.
âyou do know where iâm getting at?â turning towards you with a sudden seriousness. and in genuine confusion at the whiplash he was giving you right now, you felt your tongue speak before you could even think of a well spoken lie.
âno.â
feeling himself get a bit agitated, you watched as you father reached out to grab your hands in his. suddenly feeling your heart in your ass crack with how he was looking at you, you were thrown off about the whole atmosphere to even think of faking an all-knowing reaction of sorts.
âi think itâs time name.â
âuh⊠time for what?â
âiâm getting older dear.â looking into your eyes so intently that you thought maybe the answer was in them. âyou know what that meansâŠâ
and you hardly had the idea that maybe he was alluding to dying but itâs not like he was sick or something, so your confusion was evident on your face with the furrow of your brows.
âname donât make me spell it out for you.â
letting go of your hands as he suddenly gave up trying to gentle parent you into understanding his thoughts. which was a preposterous take from his side, cause how were you supposed to know when he was the one who called you here for a discussion in the first place.
âyou need to get married to get a king for our kingdom.â
âŠ
bursting out of laughter and utter hysteria, you keeled over as you father stared in disbelief.
trying to catch your breath as you panned over to look at your father to see if he was laughing as well. you felt yourself nearly choke at the sight of his solemn and disappointed expression.
âwhy arenât you laughing?â you breathed out with a rare genuine smile and tears in your eyes.
âbecause iâm not joking.â
and you deadpanned at that. because what was he even talking about. getting married? to get a fit king? where was he going anyway? canât he just be king forever?
suddenly the âhumorousâ environment turned grim as you became frustrated at the revelation of what your father was saying without even giving you an option to all of it.
âyouâre actually serious?!â asking him with a disgusted scowl etched on to your features.
âprincess-â
âdonât princess me!â standing up out of irritation at the whole ordeal. yet, the apple doesnât fall far from the tree is what people say.
your father mirrored your actions and was fueled with a similar anger. but his was out of the concept that you were being far from acceptant and the idea that you even thought of getting angry when this was for the good of everyone.
âno! you will listen.â
and at the sound of his shout. you slowly withdrew yourself and retracted like a dying flame to the tremble of water. realising your âplaceâ and bowing your head once again.
you didnât want to apologise, but it was what you were taught to do in these cases. with the smallest of voices, you lingered on the edge of just leaving the room without saying it and just saying it. picking the latter through gritted teeth.
âi, am sorry.â feeling your fists clench at your sides with the bubbling frustrations having nowhere to be released other than at the sacrifice of your palms where you squeezed till you felt the stringing pain of your nails.
whereas your father was releasing a hearty sigh of resignation. your father was scarcely the type to let anger get a hold of him. but when it did, it was bad.
âas i was sayingâŠâ
of course he wasnât going to apologise, it had your earlier anger resurfacing but forced down under the external weight of a social label.
you wanted to roll your eyes at what he was spewing out of his mouth right now, actually strangle him instead. but it was all a blur as bits and pieces of whatever seemed to be the most interesting, stuck on your mind.
you just wanted to leave.
ââŠyouâve rejected one too many proposals. i gave you the freedom to pick from them and youâve left me with no choice but to pickâŠâ
and you wanted to argue. argue that it wasnât that you rejected the proposals because of the people. you rejected them because you didnât want to be stuck with a stranger, no less a man who became your proud and true âhusbandâ.
ââŠthis is for your own good. the good of the kingdom⊠they need someone to bear the throne after meâŠâ
somewhere along the lines of what he was saying, your inner thoughts spoke louder today and out of the restraints of your mind, making them public and on display for his criticism.
âand why must a man who comes from elsewhere become our king?â
watching as your father rubbed his face in irritation at why you you were being so awfully stubborn right now. and you were being stubborn, but this was your livelihood on the line.
yes, as a royal you were supposed to be able to put your peopleâs best interest at a priority but why did that have to come at your expense?
âbaba, you know that iâve studied all the rules and ways.â
âyou know that i could lead our kingdom!â
âyou know that i am fit to be king.â
feeling your voice break at the end as you struggled to grasp the reasoning behind why you couldnât be the one to lead. why did it have to be your gender that stopped you, when a man who knew less became a better candidate just because he was a man.
and with each and every single word of truth that you shot out, your father felt himself faltering at the truth. he was well aware that as his only child and indirect heir, you were more than fit to rule than any of the other princes and noblemen that he has had the pleasure of meeting⊠but you were a princess.
a princess was seen as a painting.
an accessory to her husbandâs public image and internal carnal desires. a familyâs carer and facilitator of bearing future children.
and a fatherâs pride, especially yours.
he wishes youâd be able to see it from his side that he wasnât trying to be a villain to you and that he wasnât trying to punish you for being a princess (as much as it does look like that).
and he hates to say it, because if things were different youâd make a wonderful king.
âname.â
the gentle look your father held that accompanied the gentler tone of his voice. you slowly felt the anger you had subdue as a calm submissiveness entrapped your being.
âi understand.â
turning without a hint of fire of an argument in you, as you accepted the fate in which you were born to.
a step into what was âgoodâ for the kingdom. a step into protecting your kingdom. a step into fulfilling your duty as a princess.
all at the sacrifice of your own âfeetâ with each torturous step.
a few weeks had passed since the discussion with your father, and ever since you hadnât gone out of the castle. well not until todayâŠ
âi thought that you stopped this going out nonsense after being told you were going to be proposed to? why the sudden need to go out today?!â
and she was right, for some reason today you woke up with a ânagging feelingâ with the need to go out. lying to her and hiding the actual reason on why you wanted to go out today.
who knows? this might be the last time youâd get the chance to run out of this castle and interact in a ârealityâ that was stripped of the label of a princess.
trying to shift the conversation from what she said, you brought it back to general knowledge that wouldnât quirk the curiosity of mamaguro.
âi mean, you heard the king!â faking a roll of your eyes and a grimace at the recollections of your father.
to be frank, you had already come to terms with the proposal and prospect of marriage, especially with itâs impending arrival coming so soon, but that was still news to everyone else.
âwho knows what might happen when i get married to some guy who keeps an eye on me like a hawk, and i end up not even leaving my room without him saying something about asking him for permission?!â
shaking your head at the thought, while mamaguro pondered to try and get your sprits high.
âi mean did you even catch the name of the prince your father has picked on? maybe heâs not that bad and maybe pretty good looking!â
turning your head at her to deadpan at her she laughed at your reaction.
âdonât look at me like that!â
and as much as mamaguro was in the dark, you really should have asked your father who he was wedding you to. but that was a little to late.
as you dressed yourself in more plain and simple clothes that hid your presence from looking like royalty and more like anyone else.
mamaguro sighed in surrender. there was no dissuading you once you had put your mind onto the idea of going out. so mamaguro did whatever a maid of honour does as their duty.
helping you remove the heavy jewellery that adorned your ears and neck. slipping you into a plain face veil that covered your face and left your eyes in sight.
you looked through the mirrorâs reflection and watched her movements, slowly feeling a sense of growing gratitude and appreciation towards her⊠and maybe regret to not telling her the truth.
as she finished with the last finishing touches. before her body could retract away from you. you grabbed her hand and brought them close to your mouth underneath the veil and kissed the top of it. peering at her through your veil and whispering with the same breath of gratitude in your voice.
âthank you.â
and as your one and only friend, it was also her duty to remind you that this was not a transactional activity that warranted appreciation. this was her doing her best to give you the capacity to enjoy yourself as name and not just a silly princess.
smiling at you with a soft warmth, you blinked at her and sent her a reciprocated smile that reached your eyes. waving her off and letting her go.
when words were left unsaid, the hearts grow fonder and stronger till the next time.
somewhere through the cracks and turns of the castle, you moved with quite practised precision towards the gates that allowed you to enter the âoutsideâ world.
the guards on watch being kashimo and hakari, on usual days it would be the common royal guards. but you had an inkling that they were stationed there because of the âguestsâ coming today.
still they were easygoing just as the rest of the folk were. distracted with each other as they âfoughtâ with each other and drew their swords against themselves. you easily slipped between the people leaving the castle grounds and held a lowered gaze.
âhey! you there!â
you instantly froze at the sound of kashimoâs voice behind you. and before you could turn towards him, you instantly felt yourself gratified at the sound of hakariâs voice.
âkashimo! are you really trying to run away from me beating yer ass by acting like better knight?â
and turning back before he got too close to you, kashimo turned back towards hakari with a smirk, forgetting what he was even doing here in the first place.
âhah?! your out of your mind if you think that you won that round!â
sighing out of relief as you left the gates without another hitch. you felt yourself encapsulated with the escape of the gravity and reality of your own situation with the lives of others, as bad as it sounded.
but itâs what kept you grounded all these years.
to see the owner of the fruit stand interact and feed the children of the market, even when heâs sales werenât doing well.
to see the young women and men dancing at the bazaar without a care of the world.
to see the mother and daughter, hand in hand walking together and running errands together. oh how you yearned for that, but that was something to unlock your heart to and think about later.
to see the royal guards and foreign chariot and carriages trek towards the streets of the market that led closer to the castle.
wait, that was not a familiar sight. and a sight seen way too early.
turning towards the alienated chariot and the bold emblem that it had etched into its side. narrowing your eyes at it, you were unfamiliar to what kingdom it was from, other than the fact that it seemed to have come here for you.
âahh that must be another proposal here for the princess!â
you heard an onlooker yell and point at the chariot, a bit perplexed as to how he could have come to that conclusion on his own.
sure there had been past proposals that have littered the streets of the kingdom which made them aware of the people who came for your hand, but it had been a while since you had gotten one as of late, the first thought should have been that this was for a formal meeting.
âexcuse me, but why do you think itâs for the princess? what if itâs a negotiation with the king?â
chuckling at your nativity, he laughed and added. âwell thatâs because the kingâs announcement!â
flashing you the scroll with the proud crest of you the castle, quoted words and everything right in your face.
snatching the thing from his hands and turning away from him as he yelled about being gentle and that it was a family heirloom.
you ignored his qualms and went on to briefly read it. skimming through to find the specific detail that you had missed the day of your fatherâs introduction to the concept of getting married.
ââŠi am pleased to say that princess name shall be betrothed to prince sukunaâŠâ
prince sukuna⊠you had never heard of him. why was he the only option that your father had been stuck with? gosh you already thought of the ideas that ran in your mind about the man that you were about to be engaged to.
what if he rules like a tyrant? what if heâs a dictator? oh what if heâs some old scrawny old man?
man, you really should have been careful about agreeing to this, and maybe thatâs why he was the only option. you should have accepted it when nobleman suguru geto came knocking on the castle doors.
in your focus of the overwhelming thoughts that ran across your mind, you were unaware to your surroundings and found yourself right infront of the royal chariot which carried the mysterious prince sukuna.
and in your unfortunate case, you nearly became the victim to being trampled by the large horses that yielded infront of you and stopped at their tracks.
while you were distracted and stuck frozen, you heard the onlookers yelling at your very wrong defense and blaming the charioteer (the person who controls the horses on a chariot).
thus creating a ruckus in the streets as they stopped the traffic of the royal convoy.
âhey! canât you see where your going?â
âyea, you think that just because you come here with your big carriages and chariots you can do whatever you want?â
âyou nearly hurt the poor lady!â
with an elderly woman coming by your side and asking.
âsweetie, are you okay?â
turning to nod your head towards her in quite remission. the quick turn of events seemed to have taken you into a daze. not only that but it looked like all the noise and arguing of the people and the charioteer, alerted the people within the chariot.
âŠ
âwhat the fuck is going on out there?â sukuna asked with a usual scowl to his features and impatience in his voice.
toji looked outside through the small curtained window, analysing the situation, only to find a lady in a face veil and a few market men yelling and arguing with their horse rider.
he turned back to face sukuna. âseems like thereâs a scuffle between your future people and our rider. do you want me to deal with it?â
already reaching out to leave the chariot without a word, toji felt himself get cut off as sukuna turned to wordlessly grab the door before him and open it to leave the chariot.
leaning back inside, he got comfortable and sighed to himself. if it was an impression that people wanted, then it was an impression they would get.
from outside, you and the onlookers were stuck frozen in fear as you watched as a large and intimidating man come out of the chariot. he was covered in face tattoos and had roughly combed look to his hair.
yet, he gazed upon you all with a sense of superiority and judgment. carrying to himself a silent demand of respect and fear from everyone around him. not to mention, the âuniformâ he was in had been decorated in an illustrative amount of metallic pins and medals.
whispers and gasps behind you only proving to instil more panic in you at your future circumstances.
âthatâs prince sukuna!â
âahh yes, heâs the one whoâs going to propose to the princess.â
you widened your eyes at the women behind you and stared back right infront of you at the sight of the man who held a large scowl on his features. this was the guy you were supposed to call your husband? gulping at the thought of this man even being a prince and not a guard or esquire.
to have him look like this and be bold enough to make a public appearance prior to entering the castle gates, you could only imagine what type of person he was under that dark gaze.
and it seemed that your stare and thoughts were so intense that it had the man in question break through his glare that he targeted at the general situation, to turn towards you and hold an intense sense of weird of eye contact. from your perspective.
and in sudden succession of fear of punishment and maybe persecution that his âfuture kingâ was right infront of him right now. the onlooker who has just been proudly defending you a few moments ago, pushed you to the front and yelled as he walked away.
âsheâs the one whoâs caused all of this!â
as other onlookers took that as a sign to leave you to tend to your own consequences alone.
looking around at what just happened and breaking the eye contact with the man infront of you, unaware to the fact that his gaze still followed your movements.
you thought about the people of the market just now, for being such a tight knit community that was ready to face things other. they really were in sync on how to let another person down.
and youâd rather curse them out but that was a thought left very far when you were stuck in the same spot at and under the sight of the man that you were supposed to be getting ready to meet right now.
you felt a bit awkward to having someone stare at you so intently and suddenly felt conscious and fell into your old habits. staring at the ground and hoping that it would rid you of the attention you were getting right now.
with a raised brow and bored look, the prince looked at your form, from up to down till he was satiated and then turned back to the charioteer.
âyou should be more careful around these parts, there are children and women walking.â
thereafter, wordlessly without an utterance of anything less or more. he enters back into the chariot.
watching as the chariot and carriages move back on their track towards the castle, you let out a breath that you you had been holding and turned to the man who just ratted you out with a sharp look to which he could only shrug at.
âi wonder if with the proposal weâd ever see the princess outside the castle gates again?â
âahh itâs been too long since we saw her, ever since the queenâŠâ
and pulling you out of your thoughts, the gossip and talk of the women reminded you that you were in fact the exact princess they were talking about.
in a rush to make it in time before the royal convoy, you sped through the streets with nothing but shortcuts and a miracle. hoping that your father and the pressure of this whole ordeal wouldnât be too much for mamaguro to handle.
âmamaguro be sure to have the princess ready soon for the prince!â
the former could only bite the knuckle of her finger as she stared through your roomâs window and prayed that not a single guard, handmaiden or especially your father came into your room right now.
âyes, sheâs just about finished in the bath!â
thinking to herself just where in the world you could be on such a grandeur day with your proposal. she knew that she shouldnât have let you out!
before she could start thinking of ways to leave the castle without a trace and risk getting the death sentence for aiding in your escape.
she felt a wave of hope enter her fleeting soul at the sight of your struggling hand trying to grasp the windowsillâs edge.
âwhere have you been this whole time? i was so worried-â already scolding you for leaving the castle today.
âcan i get any help up here first?â you breathed out as you felt yourself slipping. before you could fall into the rose bushes below you, you felt a warm hand grab you hand and help you up.
even before you had a good landing of your two feet on the solid ground of your room. you watched and heard mamaguro berate and lecture you as she grabbed a cart filled with perfumes and hair necessities.
âdo you know how risky outing was? and to find out that today coincidentally was the day you were getting proposed to!?â
she situated you infront of your vanity mirror and got to work with removing your face veil and slipping you into a silk robe.
âa shower will have to wait till later. i canât belive the king didnât inform of us of this earlier?!â
âi mean how does he expect you to accept such a thing on the spot!â
and you suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over you, the thing is was that you knew. knew from the day you had the argument with your father when this proposal was happening, you just for some reason kept it to yourself and hidden from mamaguro.
residing in your silence and disassociated gaze, you felt mamaguro halt her ministrations on your hair.
âyou knewâŠâ
staring at her through the reflection of the mirror, you watched as her face morphed into a face of disappointment at your dishonesty.
you couldnât even defend yourself before she dropped the comb that was in your hair as she turned towards the door.
âi think iâll be needing more help with the princess.â
creating a wall between you and her effectively, as you were stuck being corseted up, jewelled, corrected by a multitude of hands and women who comeplemented and dressed you up.
by the end of it, you were on the surface, encapsulated in elegance and beauty.
albeit, your gaze kept on dragging back to mamaguro who held a fixed gaze on your appearance rather than you with crossed arms.
âsheâs finished?â asking the few handmaidens who were waiting for her approval.
nodding her head in acknowledgment, the handmaidens left and you were left alone with her. looking at yourself in the mirror, your were in a large dress that was decorated with your kingdoms adoring colours and jewels that complemented the rich color of your skin.
you really did look as beautiful as what the women who surrounded you said, but the gnawing feeling of not having mamaguro say that to you overthrew the whole sentiment.
âiâm sorry mamaguro-â
âwe should go now.â
nodding your head without a word, her indifference was valid in yiur heart. you hadnât even had the room to tell her of the interaction you had earlier.
face to face with the grand doors of the throne room and where you were told your father and âto be wedâ were waiting. you held a lowered and nervous gaze.
yet, the nerves seemed to have been eased at the sight of mamaguro in your peripheral, standing a quiet distance away from you.
always two steps behind you.
she might have been mad but atleast she wasnât going to leave you alone.
as the doors opened, the men inside turned towards your presence. you looked regal and quite stereotypically, like a true princess. but underneath that, anyone could sense the quiet authority that hadnât yet been explored.
âahh thereâs my daughter!â you father yelled out, announcing to everyone as if this wasnât already awkward and embarrassing enough.
to sukuna though the expression that you held spiked a thought in his mind. for such an elusive princess, he could have sworn heâs seen you before.
toji on the other hand failed to understand the intricacies of the formal environment he was in and started nudging him in the ribs at the sight of you. earning him a particularly sharp glare that had him rolling his eyes and moving a small distance away from sukuna.
walking towards them with a faltering sense of self-confidence at the man who was infront of you again, the room felt cold and unnerving.
âthis is prince sukuna.â your father gestured to when you were at a closer distance, causing you to look up at the familiar man. itâs not like you havenât already been introduced to him.
âand iâm sure youâve realised that this is my daughter, princess name.â
you could see how sukuna faked the mirrored smile to your fatherâs humour, which seemed to slightly irk you. âyes, itâs a pleasure to meet you princess.â
whyâd he agree to this if he didnât want to be here? same could be said to you.
still, he respectfully regarded you and reached out for your hand like all princes do. looking between him and your father you hesitantly placed your hand in his deeply calloused and rougher hand.
and as princely as he could while toji tried to hide his snickering, he lifted your hand towards his lips and gave you a faint kiss. making sure to look at you thoroughly as he seems to search for something in your eyes.
feeling a bit self conscious, at his stare your turned your gaze away from his crimson eyes and retracted your hand far quicker than he expected you to.
well other than the fact that he was quite intimidating. can you blame a girl for getting close to combusting at the faintest touch for the first time in her life.
your father seemed to be a bit offended at the interaction tho as he held a frown at sukunaâs action. and sukuna? well he was too busy deciphering something in his thoughts.
the whole thing was plenty uncomfortable for you, you canât imagine how much worse it was for mamaguro and the strange people with trays of sweets, jewellery, silk and other gifts for your hand in marriage.
clearing his throat at the sudden awkward atmosphere, youâd think that toji was the one proposing with how enthralled and entertained he was at the whole situation.
sukuna peered at his esquire to understand what it could be that he was alluding to now with the insistent cough of his. he only then realised he had forgotten about the the other people in the room with him.
âon the other contrary, iâve also brought gift for the princess from our kingdom. as a thank you for her hand in marriage.â
which with the last phrase it seemed to rub you off the wrong way, as you cut off your fathers sentence.
âahh you shouldnât have price sukuna-â
âso you intend to buy me? with giftsâŠâ looking at him with a disgusted face.
everyone in the room was appalled to say the least at your outburst, having been quiet since you entered the room. the most that they were expecting was for you to giggle and smile flirtatiously at each and every word that came out of sukunaâs mouth - that was only tojiâs idea of you.
and to sukuna he canât lie to say that he wasnât a bit shocked at your comment, from what he had assumed, you were quite the submissive type.
but the way your eyes lingered on his, he finally had a conclusion to the questions that had been running in his mind.
sending you a genuine smile that came out in the form of a sly smirk that flashed you his canines, you were thrown off at the sudden cocky confidence he had gotten.
âno, but if thatâs what youâd preferâŠâ
âthen i think it would be an incredible undersight in your judgment to think that a woman of your value is worth the frivolous gifts iâve brought with myself today.â
looking at him with a strange sense of humour, you scoffed and wanted to throw another word at him. only feeling yourself silenced at the sight of your fatherâs glare and whisper of your name.
âname.â
to which sukuna made quiet notice of as he watched you swallow the reply you had at the tip of your tongue.
sending them both a smile. your father took the initiative to control the conversation himself and cut the âtenseâ environment that the both of you had procured.
âwell arenât you just both charmers!â you father said trying to alleviate the atmosphere. to which it only made the room sound quieter, like seriously a cricket could be heard faintly outside somewhere.
âwouldnât it be good if if the two betrothed were to get some time alone to get to know each other?â
your father asked rhetorically and to no one in particular, as no one dared to disagree with him in the room. turning towards you with a soft smile.
âdear, why donât you show him around the royal garden?â
and through gritted teeth, âwith pleasure baba!â turning without a second thought and begging for help as you passed mamaguro by the door.
and before she could follow through to exit behind you, the mention of her name halted your movements and hers.
âmamaguro.â
âi uggest we give the two some time aloneâŠâ
and he didnât meant it as a suggestion where he outlined an option, he meant it as a hidden order. leaving you to continue your walk without her and without a care if sukuna was following you or not.
and as slimy as he was. toji was not about to let his prince get too far before asking, knowing that if he tried following heâd be stopped in the same way mamaguro was.
âso what do you think of the princess?â
you were already too far gone to end up hearing him, so he replied to toji with something that would leave him pondering why he said it before he left.
âthose eyes arenât something to forget.â
authorâs note:
CLIFFHANGERRRRR
yes im still on the agenda that i think toji and sukuna would be friends, i feel like theyâd be way closer friends than even gojo and sukuna!
yes mamaguro is mamaguroâs nameđ
what did yall expect, if i shat out a random name here towards the common fanon ideology here, we would have all thought iâve inserted some sort of oc
also i have no idea why i didnât feel like having name tell mamaguro she was getting proposed to, idk future me will get to develop that further
this had been an idea iâve had for so so long and im so happy i was able to finally write it, i also canât wait to develop this storyline further if yall are interested! HIGHLY highly inspired by my fav disney movie Aladdin + the live action
BUT OOF
this was so good to write, i think im really enjoying writing longer pieces of fanfiction rather than shorter ones and i think the quality and depth of it is reflected with the âcheaterâ series and the short stories ive been posting for the celebration party
either way i still do love writing for whatever piece of genre it is, i just think i like doing these longer ones a tad bit more đââïž
but frankly that means they take way longer to procure and i hate to make you guys wait! just know each day i see all the endless support through the likes, reblogs and comments! đđđ
and for my other readers the last part to my cheater fic is already in the works and will be released next in my lineup of longer fics
so dw AT ALL, i havenât forgotten about it - itâs literally like my eldest child
but in regards to this particular fic, i hope to add on to the story between reader and king sukuna with a few drabbles here and there, and maybe just maybe turning it into a full blown series or smthn after iâve finished my other drafts!!!
this was just a bit of an introduction to the concept and story, lmk how you guys feel about it?
and if you caught any references to princess and royal core media, then yes your totally right! that did not come out of my head and was probably from digital media that i consumed over the years đ
part of my 10 week celebration party for reaching 100 followers!*
just reader being completely oblivious to phainonâs raging crush on them and dismissing his personal feelings, unaware to what it all means truly.
everyone in okhema wholeheartedly believed that phainon was the oh so great and large deliverer, there was no doubt about it. but they also believed that as the great deliverer he greatly loved and acted with his whole soul, mind and body.
so why is it that such a fact, a belief - easily and significantly flew over your head, especially when you seemed to be the root cause of evidence that âscientificallyâ supported the said belief.
multiple instances have demonstrated to the people of okhema and the chrysos heirs that phainon was utterly down bad for you, it was fully justified when you would hesitantly call for him, or request him of something.
the great deliverer would drop everything in order to be the first and only (as if someone else dared) person who was able to respond to you.
yet, through it all it seemed that you had decided that for all he does for you, it was purely a âfriendlyâ gesture and not at all an advance towards a more intimate relationship status with you.
âthese are for you!â
turning around from the fruit stall, you were met face to face with a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers with phainon hiding behind them.
shyly trying to hope that you wouldnât register the massive blush he had coating his features, but of course you wouldnât. you were too busy distracted by how large and beautiful the flowers were.
âaww, phainon! you shouldnât have-â feeling yourself get cut off by how he pushed the bouquet into your open arms. all while the large framed man was deduced to utter putty under your gaze.
scratching the back of his neck as he looked everywhere but at you and to ease his nerves. âitâs really nothing, donât even worry about-â
only for you to cut him off in the same manner, playing with a few petals as you thought about where youâd place the bouquet into your house.
âi canât belive you remembered it was best friends day!â
and as cringey as that sounded, nothing could have made phainon anticipate the way his face fell at the state of your smiling face and the words you just spoke.
you werenât even looking at him when you said that!
and well okay, i guess sure, why not stare at the massive bouquet that your âbest friendâ bright you to celebrate the forsaken âbest friends dayâ?
of all the ways phainon thought this would have played out this was not one of them, like did you really blame him if he thought this was going to get him atleast a kiss on the cheek like the ones he had seen you giving a few kids yesterday when they brought you a stray flower.
a small peck if you were feeling squeamish at the thought of pda infront of everyone, but thisâŠ
clearing his throat with a cough to clear his head of the thought of just grabbing you and kissing you, the act was able to also capture your attention as you to turned to look at him.
he sighed apprehensively at the situation he had put himself into and had to accept with the way your innocent eyes stared into his.
âyea⊠their for best friends day!â gritting his teeth with the mention of the last phrase.
âthank you phainon.â saying it with a sing-song lilt to your voice, thinking that the conversation was over and with sending him a beaming smile, turning to continue with your errands with a massive bouquet on your shoulders.
unbeknownst to the general publicâs feelings and phainonâs. with you out of sight from his vision and further from the dream he wishes he could turn into reality, phainon felt a heavy arm sling itself across the expanses of his large shoulders.
one that could only go par to par with him, turning to the side to see mydeiâs all knowing face holding onto an indifferent expression as he stared at the sight of you several meters away from them, enjoying your day as usual and conversing with onlookers. calmly stating to him.
âseems like your gesture was accepted on the wrong foot.â calmly stating as if this was something he had expected and foreseen âcyclesâ earlier.
which in turn only forced phainon to let out a defeated grunt and have him try to pry off mydeiâs unsupportive arm away from where it rested in his shoulders.
this surprised the latter. mydei was familiar to phainonâs distinctive appearance and emotional reactions when it came to you⊠but this, this was different.
he rarely ever looked so - defeated. if that was the right term to place the way he saw him when he narrowed his eyes at how you seemed to walk in a different direction and where phainon had turned his back from you, he realised that this time it was more than fleeting disappointment phainon was feeling.
this must have felt like an utterly cruel rejection to end his advances, and mydei was none the wiser to try and get him to think that was the truth.
following suit behind him, he mirrored his earlier actions and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
âoh great deliver, what about a spar to ease your mind.â
and mydei knew him better than anyone else, for phainonâs melancholic expression had seemed to slightly shift towards pleasant surprise at the request of the prince of castrum kremnos.
âi mean is it crazy to say that i thought she liked me back?â staggering in his movements as he put more room into concentration over you, rather than the brooding man infront of him who kept on attacking at his weak defenses.
he wasnât even trying and to mydei the spar that he had thought was meant to clear phainon of his thoughts of you, only left him at a capacity where he thought this was a letâs discuss name therapy session.
at some point, phainon deliberately plunged his great sword into the training grounds and leaned over it to continue his one sided conversation about the lack of progress he had when courting you.
âlike did you even know it was best friends day today?â scoffing to himself as he looked at the bright sun. at this point more so speaking to the sky than mydei himself, leaving the rhetorical question up in the air.
which in turn got mydei to roll his eyes with a heavy sigh at his friendâs ministrations and walk out of the training grounds to leave phainon to his own thoughts.
itâs not like this was his area of expertise and he was sure that any point in time where he tried to interject and provide his opinions - phainon would only cut him off to provide his own perspectives towards his doubts and questions.
passing through the gates of the training grounds, he made swift notice of aglaeaâs form entering into the vicinity of the training grounds.
sure that if there was one person who could help phainon wake up from this stupid unrequited love spell, it must have been her. unaware to the presence following behind aglaea as he thought about his own priorities and duties.
and to aglaea, from what she could âseeâ under her thingy veiled gold threads, phainon was purely and utterly disheartened as he leaned his frame and sat on the ground using his sword as a support for his back.
quietly ruminating over the newest and profound rejection from you, so deep in thought that the great deliverer who was more aware of his surroundings on other days had yet to notice the romantic figure of aglaea moving towards him and a certain other party that was the reason for his heartache.
i mean can you really blame him if he thought that youâd get the hint by now?
first it was during one of the festivals in okhema that was meant to celebrate love and romance with aglaea at the forefront. he thought that him inviting you as his plus one was already a sure bet that he was professing his feelings in some way.
only for you to end up celebrating it with him and dismissing his feelings and your own as feelings of mutual respect and âfriendshipâ.
and now that he remembers the whole friendship ideology between you two, he thinks the whole thing is just a social construct that makes it more difficult for you two to be together.
itâs not like he doesnât value your âfriendshipâ with him, he just wishes that sometimes it wasnât the root excuse that creates all of his rejections and becomes an obstacle to what could have been.
but then⊠maybe it wasnât merely âfriendshipâ that stopped him from being with you.
maybe it was you.
you who probably saw all the signs but decided to ignore them and lay him down gently all these times under the guise of âfriendshipâ.
you who probably didnât reciprocate his feelings and felt like you couldnât tell him.
you who probably mustâve have felt uncomfortable with each time he had the courage to speak up to you and channel his feelings of intimacy and love to you.
but what phainon couldnât fathom at this point, even when you were simply right there behind him, wanting to act as a better support to his troubles than the great sword he was was leaning on could hardly do.
was that you were hopelessly and completely lovestruck to him, just as he was to you. you just assumed that his endless implicit confessions were plainly put - âfriendly gesturesâ.
so slowly as he talked to himself and later noticed aglaea behind him, using her as his new ear to hear all the ridiculous things you had put him through.
as they conversed with infront of you, with his back facing the both of you and his mind unable to capture the sight of you. he went down the road of saying everything and all of it at once, thinking that you were probably never going to hear from him again after what had happened today.
âaglaea, iâm no expert romancer but hardly anyone could have guessed that iâm in love with name.â
and with the latest confession it seemed that somewhere between the cycles, it seemed that fate was on phainonâs side for once. looking between the two chrysos heirs with aglaea being the one you looked at for actual confirmation to what you had just heard.
with her nodding to give you the go ahead that what you heard was in fact true. you were completely shocked at, but even more so to the fact that all the times you kept on acting oblivious to your own feelings, you had also been oblivious to his.
sighing to yourself at the whole ordeal with a faint smile, you looked over to aglaea who retracted her form to give the both of you some space at the new revelation.
phainon had quieted down now after his recent proclamation, and was lost in thought about how he was to try and get himself to forget about you and give up on this endless war of love.
albeit some part of his golden heart told him that he was to still cling onto the thing threads of fate.
crouching down to sit side by side to phainon who was still unaware to your presence, you sat on the same ground that he had been using as a companion for his mid-day admissions about you.
âwell maybe if you had said that from the first place i wouldnât have looked so stupid.â
you finally quirked up with a bright smile gracing your features, as phainon was left speechless, turning to his side to see you sitting next to him.
embarrassed yet cautious to how you were reacting right now, he felt himself feeling a bit hot and bothered at how long you could have been here the whole time he was complaining about you.
either way though, as he assessed his surroundings and how you hadnât yet fled for the gates of okhema after everything he said and instead were sitting next to him. then maybe, just maybe you also liked him back.
and it wasnât until you decided to be bolder did he actually come to terms with the fact that he wasnât just hallucinating or dreaming about you.
âsooo, are you just going to stare at me the whole time?â you mentioned, making him look towards you again with a confused expression.
ââŠor finish your earlier conversation about wanting to kiss me?â
feeling yourself giggle at how he had quickly switched and captured the gravity of the situation, turning to grab your face and do just as what he had said before.
because as the great deliverer, isnât it his role to deliver.
authors note:
nothing too angsty or emotionally heavy, also first fic of the celebration party!
- and i couldnât be happier with what were celebrating as well like omfg 100 followers?! itâs unbelievable to me that iâve hit triple digits when going into this i expected to writer just for me, myself and iđ
but itâs really beautiful and i love the tight knit âcommunityâ that has come about from people interacting and supporting my works! it really does mean a lot and i canât thank you enough.
probably more than or around 5k words, major slight frat!jo x reader. cursing.
following the events of frat!sukuna and popular!reader's established relationship going through... um, a rough patch.
you should have known, and damn you definitely did know. but nooo, take it upon yourself to try and see the âgoodâ in everyone. giving everyone a chance, for whatever stupid reason.
as you stare at sukuna, you couldnât believe it. all those times you defended him, it all flashed through your mind like a mocking mantra.
âheâs just teasing!â
âheâs a good guy!â
âheâs just a bit busy today!â
ââŠdonât worry, heâll be here soon.â
âheâs just with her because their mutual friendsâŠâ
yea, you definitely knew. cause no oneâs that dumb to see the signs and not sense it coming. but as you stood in front of him, in front of his stupid frat brotherhood. you couldnât even yell or shout at him for what you had just heard.
what was meant to be a casual night after a frat party, turned south when satoruâs nerd ass brother, satoshi ended up blurting out sukunaâs âbusinessâ, you all were left to unpack it unwillingly.
âhey sukuna?â
feeling him shoot his head up in the direction of the voice from the common room couch that both of you were laying on.
groaning in response, he yelled out. âwhat?â
with his arm around your waist, and your upper half on his lap as you stared at the tv with a bored expression.
personally you werenât really interested in what they were going to start talking about, continuing to surf through channels for anything that could entertain you.
only for satoshi to get unusually comfortable with himself and sukuna by sitting on the other couch to your right.
âoh well i was just gonna ask⊠are you still with yorozu?â this made you perk up, turning your gaze towards satoshi.
because what the hell did he mean by âstill with yuzuha?â from all you know she was sukunaâs ex and that two of them were âdone for goodâ in his words before you two started dating.
so what was with the sudden inquisition now, knowing the obvious that sukuna was with you?
but before you or sukuna could voice out your thoughts, the frat king himself came around to sit next to his twin brother, interrupting through both of you.
âyea suki, what happened after you had her all over you that night?â
hah. you didnât know whether to laugh or to start crying at the mention of that.
involuntarily, it made you sit up straight as you felt sukunaâs blood run cold from the hand he had on your waist - hearing what should have been left for discussion after you left or when he was alone, dropped onto the floor right in front of you, he knew this had to be a set up.
but should that really be his main concern when he already had you looking at him like you were just about ready to get up and throw him through the tv screen, if that was even humanly possible for you.
trying to assess some damage control towards what you had just heard, he turned to both gojo twins.
âhah? what are you two fuckers talking about!?â
and as if âgetting the hintâ had flown out the window tonight, satoru decided to double down on his claims. figuring that it was time you learn the truth.
âyou know what iâm talking about sukuna.â playing with the cap he was wearing as he removed it to brush through his hair, just to wear it again as if all of this was some casual conversation you were all having.
he slowly shifting towards a more serious tone when he realised that sukuna disregarded him with silence, letting his gaze fall towards you.
âthat night. a couple weeks ago. when you had yorozu outside of the frat house. and you guys started making out. do you remember it now?â punctuating each detail as if to engrave it in your head that you should have know this.
feeling your heart drop all the way to your ass, you didnât even know what to say. your mouth involuntarily opened just to end up closing right back as you stared at satoru after what he just said.
turning to sukuna who was left frozen behind you. you felt your chest tighten with each passing second, gosh you even felt the stupid carpet fur where you had planted your feet onto as you made your way further and further away from him.
after what felt like years, merely a 15 seconds to the others in the room. you pushed sukuna by his shoulders out of rage.
âwhat the fuck ryo?!â
and as if that was his cue, as if now he had the heart to finally speak up. he got up just as quickly and tried to hold you back from moving away from him with every step that you took back. reaching out to you as a means of grounding you with him. you slapped his hand away.
âdonât you dare fucking touch me ryomen.â
taken aback at your outburst, it had been a long time coming since you dropped the formality of calling him anything other than pet names and nicknames. answering you back with a fury of his own that was characteristic his personality.
âwill you fucking calm down and let me explain myself!'
and as if the situation couldnât get any worse for him, the gojo twins decided to interject again from their seats. with satoshi starting it off.
âwhatâs there to say sukuna?â
âyea, i mean i'm even shocked you hadnât yet told the missus.â
but as stared at the two of them just to look back at sukuna who was all furrowed eyebrows and tight jaw, you grew increasingly aware of the situation that you had been left in the dark from.
âwill you shut it up you two? don't you think youâve done enough already?â
âoh come on suki, she had to know at some point?-â
âshut the fuck gojo.â
narrowing your eyes at his form, as all thoughts circled your mind. the whole situation was honestly comical and hearing you laugh is what broke sukuna out of arguing with satoru.
âhah, oh my fucking gosh. iâm going to actually die.â feeling yourself unable to to breathe with how much you were laughing as you stared at the ground.
confused as to what type of za you could have taken this time to make you react like this. sukuna tried to reach out to you again, only to have you take back another step as you widened the gap between you two.
âwhat the hell are you laughing about? are you not mad?-â
having you cut him off as you went on with your own internal monologue.
ââŠfucking fool.â
having expected that, sukuna felt himself overcome by relief. knowing that he could now try to interject with an apology.
only for you to repeat yourself with, âiâm a fucking fool.â well i guess the aplogy flew out the window too.
âwhat?â
âiâm a fucking fool sukuna. iâm so fucking stupid. i saw this coming, how the hell could i let you embarrass me sukuna?â
unable to find a way to make this any better, he took a hesitant step towards you.
âi know, im sorry baby-â
cutting him off as you looked back at him. âdonât call me that.' as he had a borderline betrayed expression. 'just wow. i just have to hand it to you sukuna-â
âyou donât call me that either.â
feeling yourself grow irritated that he was even trying to argue with you.
âi donât think you have any right as to what i can call and not call you right now.â
clenching his fist at that, he wanted to try and regain some control to this, to get you close. but damn were you standing your ground.
âi mean you canât seriously think that a half ass apology is going to fix this.â crossing your arms over your chest.
âlisten to me. itâs not what you think it is-â
rolling your eyes, âthen what is it?â growing more and more impatient at how he stayed silent, letting out a breath as you remembered all the times he told you not to worry, you resorted to mocking him with his own words, bringing him out of his thoughts.
âsheâs going through a tough time, name.â
âiâm not even with her like that.â
tilting your head as you captured his gaze, staring right into his eyes. he then only realised that you were holding back tears.
âyouâre the one i love, name.â
âcanât you fucking see that, name!'
frustrated at yourself for believing his utterly selfish lies. you yelled out.
âno the fuck i donât sukuna. because if i did then we wouldnât be here right now!â
looking to the side at that, he tried to find anywhere else to look. he couldnât find it in himself to see you hurt, especially because of him.
âiâm sorryâŠâ
âwhat did you say.' practically daring him to repeat it.
staring up at you and the other two that you had even forgotten about. he apprehensively repeated himself.
âi said i'm sorry-â
âhmm⊠i heard it the first time. just, you know what sukuna?â
staring at you and you alone to listen to what you had to say.
âleave me the fuck alone.â turning around and leaving the house, despite hearing him call out for you, you never turned back.
grabbing both satoru and satoshi by their collars after they stopped him from getting to you after you left.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you two?!â
busy fixing his glasses, the other gojo decided to speak up - i mean he was the one who decided to drop everything. as if he wasnât practically being held by someone who looked like he was about to kill him and then kill him maybe three times again. he casually responds.
âahh come on suki, how long were you trying to hide it for?â throwing him a smug smile.
sukuna felt like he was going to choke him by his stupid chain. but before he could do so, the other gojo spoke up dryly.
âyea. i mean, i didnât even really do much. but you could have stopped us, you just kept quiet and froze like a little bitch.â
seemingly more infuriated at what they were saying to him. âare you both fucking with me right now?!â
âlisten suki-â
âdonât call me that.â gojo rolled his eyes knowing he was going to do the opposite. he grabbed sukunaâs arm to remove it from where he was grabbing him.
âoh please, like the missus said, you have no place to pick what you get to be called right now.â pulling himself away.
âi mean, maybe you should probably go spend some time with yorozu, blow off some steam. if you know what i mean.â chuckling to himself as he made his way out of the common room. finishing it off with a low blow where his tone shifted to a more chillingly cold one.
âsince you thought that having her was worth all of this.â
with that sukuna felt his grip loosen, giving satoshi the unwarranted opportunity rip himself out without a fight and follow his brother out the room. leaving sukuna alone, in the whatever he was going to do about all this.
you probably had more than a thousand text messages and several hundred calls from sukuna since that fateful night. it had been roughly a week and you wanted to block him, but what fun would that be? you enjoyed having him see that his messages would seemingly get delivered or how you would occasionally leave him on read.
not to mention, how you loved hearing how pathetic he was as youâd sometimes pick up his calls just to hear him beg as you kept quiet on the other line.
âlisten to me baby, it really didnât mean much.â
rolling your eyes as you had him on speaker while you got ready for the day.
âshe was just there and she just came onto me.â
feeling a bit of a headache coming in with each lie he spat out, you stared at your reflection with a bored expression. wondering just what you could have possibly done in a past life to warrant being subjected to this.
gosh if anyone other than your friends were to find out that you got cheated on, it just made you feel so stupid and embarrassed.
âi donât know what the two imbeciles were talking about, but i promise you, that it wasnât even that badâ
âi know you can hear me and i know you see my messages, just please give me the chance to talk to you face to face-â
with that you hung up on him and switched off your phone. sukuna ryomen does not beg. but for you he does and you liked warranting the fact that you could hear him do it more often that not because of all of this.
and as if you even wanted to see him, you just thanked the universe that you both do opposite majors and donât get the time to see each other in class.
yet, you knew youâd have to eventually. with a football game coming up that him and his frat brothers were sure to win. you just know that you'll find yourself at one of those parties - because there was no way as your name, were you going to be stopped from bestowing your presence, lest you get people spreading rumours about how pathetic you truly are just because he cheated on you. hah, fat chance.
until then you could stall for a bit more.
having just finished all your classes for the day, you fell into your new routine that you had been following for the past week - where youâd leave the class as quickly as possible in hopes of not having to run into sukuna who would come storming into your faculty building in hopes of a confrontation.
bidding farewell to shoko and the rest of your friends, you made a beeline for the exit. only to feel someone grab you by your bag, halting your movements.
the culprit? satoru gojo. turning around to face him, the last time you had talked to him was when you and sukuna had that whole thing. so you bluntly asked him.
âwhat do you want, gojo?â as you watched him feigning offence at how you had referred to him, he let go of your bag and held a hand over his heart.
âhuh, gojo? i get that youâd do that to sukuna. but come on, the fight is with him not me. whatâs with this whole calling me âgojoâ thing?â
holding back the urge to roll your eyes at him, he had a point. you knew better that you had crossed over the boarder of calling him just gojo a long time ago.
âmaybe the fact that iâm not in the mood right now.â turning your gaze towards the clock that hanged over the massive lecture room whiteboard. if you didnât leave soon, it would only be seconds before sukuna barged in here. and that seemed to be a sentiment that satoru could read straight off your face as he followed your gaze at the clock only to look back at you.
hearing him chuckle brought your attention back on him.
âah, name? youâre so easy to read.â deadpanning at his audacity, you figured he was probably trying to waste your time so that sukuna could catch you here. probably some bullshit favour for their âbrotherhoodâ. but before you could leave he stopped you again, and you only grew more irritated at him.
âokay okay wait, i didnât mean to hurt your feelings-â
uninterested you cut him off, âyou didnât hurt my feelings, goj- satoru.â switching his names as you noticed how he twitched at the mention of his surname.
âawww, thatâs so nice of you.â shooting him a faux smile as your words were laced with deceit and sadly he looked like he had fallen for it, âyea i know, itâs just a short drive!-â
âiâm not interested satoru.â
âwhat?â
âiâm not interested. i know this is some sort of setup to get me back with sukuna. i donât want any to deal with any of that right-â
cutting you off by laughing at how 'humorous' you were being, he was practically throwing his head back as he shook his head realising you were not seeing things his way.
âthatâs where you're not getting it, name.â getting serious for a moment, almost giving you whiplash if it wasn't for how quickly he stopped himself and got back to his usual personality.
âitâs not a setup. if it was you could even stab me in the throat for it.â and honestly you didnât know whether he was trying to make you believe that or himself.
âjust a smallâŠ? outing!? yeaa an outing!â grabbing your bag from your shoulder as he put his other arm over your shoulder.
with how close he was, you heard him whisper the last bits into your ear, âbetween two good friends!â grabbing the door for you and practically moving your body the way he wanted to go.
too strung out from how quickly he was walking and the whole train of events, before you knew it he was ushering you into the black leather passenger seat of his dark tinted car.
going around the front of the car with your bag still on his arm - and youâd find it funny if it wasnât for how dazed you were right now. coming up to the driverâs seat and throwing it to the back seats. hearing the carâs engine start is what pushed you to grab satoruâs hand before he could grab the steering wheel.
âwhat the fuck satoru?! why am i in your car right now? i didnât agree to your stupid outing!â
staring back at you through his dark sunglasses that he had worn when he entered the car. he slowly turned the car off as he pulled his hand away from you. unlocking the car doors with a click from the side, he looked forward and kept his voice steady and coldly authoritative.
âlisten name, itâs your call. the doorâs unlockedâŠâ
taking that as your cue without even hearing what he had to say, you turned to grab your bag from the back seats. only to hear satoru finish it off with something that made you retract yourself back to the passenger seat.
âbut you should be sure that you want to leave knowing that sukuna is right around that corner.â
and lo and behold, when you looked forward to where satoru was looking, there he was - fuming as it is at the fact that he was leaving your faculty building without finding you in there. watching as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and started calling someone.
still unusually serious, gojo voices out, âheâs calling you.â and to your chagrin your phone starts ringing and it was actually him.
facing the two options you had, you made up your mind and pulled the seatbelt as you settled your body into the car comfortably, âjust drive.â
with a smug smile, gojo turns the car back on and does as heâs told, beaming that things went his way. thank gosh for his dark tint though because you donât know what you would have done if sukuna found you in his friendâs car.
full of cake in his mouth, he pointed out with his fork. âare⊠you sure⊠hmphâ swallowing the remnants of his food as he noticed how you were looking at him funny.
âwhat i was trying to say is are you sure you don't want to order anything else?â perplexed at what he could have meant by that, you turned to him and finally held eye contact with him since youâve been here.
from his side, since the moment you both entered youâve been in quite an awkward position. looking at the door every time you heard someone enter, staring at the people whoâd pass next to the window and through it all whenever heâd talk to you, youâd look everywhere but at him and even when you did it would only last a few seconds before you started playing around with the frosting or crumbs on your plate, like right now.
âuh⊠yea, iâm good. you donât need to worry about me satoru.â he didnât believe you but he also didnât feel like pushing you.
yet, even as it looked like he had his face buried in his food. when your phone lit up on the table with maybe the 50th message from sukuna since youâve both sat down, he glared at it and noticed how you were slowly reaching out for it.
clearing his throat to gain your attention and stopping you from doing so, which worked when he saw how your hand retracted from grabbing your phone. he decided to ask with feign interest.
âso, youâve been ignoring sukuna?â
looking up at him, you played around with your fork as you tapped it on your plate to ease your nerves. âuh yea, ever since that night.â
âah well heâs been persistent.â that made you perk up as you furrowed your eyebrows as to what he could be talking about.
with his attention on you, he leaned back in the booth as he flared his arm and clasped them behind his head. plus, with how unreasonably tall he was, he grazed your leg slightly from under the table with how slouched he was in the seat opposite to you.
looking down to where he was touching you and back at him, he held a neutral expression. he wasnât planning on moving and you took that as a sign to not press.
âand what do you mean by heâs been persistent?â smiling at you knowing he has you right where he wants.
âwell iâm not really sure, but from what iâve gathered heâs really going through it. hasnât even talked to me since.â
âof course he wouldnât be talking to you. you practically outed him.â feeling yourself grow agitated at the thought of that whole night and how unrealistic sukuna was being.
âi mean what was he even thinking? even if you didnât tell me, did he really think that shit wouldnât have reached me?â
âhah. cause your little miss popular, right?â rolling your eyes at the obvious trial at his teasing. you continued, showing the most emotion since youâve sat here.
âi just canât believe it though, like what the hell? if he wanted to be with her then why break up with her in the first place and then get with me?! like who the fuck even does that?â
smiling at you, he shrugged. âhm, i donât know. i guess he does. wanted you both at the same time.â
letting out an outburst at the emotions you had been keeping to yourself for the past week. âack! its honestly so frustrating because i saw the signs. i just feel so stupid for believing him in the first place.â
âyea, we all get there.â
confused as to how he was even relating to this, you asked, âokay satoru i get that your trying to play therapist right now. with the whole outing and trying to get me to vent. but who in the world is âweâ?â
looking at you through his glasses as if daring you to continue, you were one to talk so you felt indifferent to his gaze. âi mean you and sukuna arenât far apart, iâm sure that youâve done this shit to multiple girls before.â
chuckling at that, you felt him sit straight as he made sure to brush your leg again. âthatâs where youâre wrong. the difference between me and sukuna is that i wouldnât have done that to you.â
this made you quickly realise the inappropriate situation you were in as you slowly fell right back into the shell you had when you had gotten here. what would you even say to sukuna if he caught you with him right now.
ââŠyea, i guess so.â unsure of whether that was the truth or if you were just agreeing to try and end the topic.
smiling to himself, he was confident at how this little âoutingâ had gone his way, and the result of it would pay him back quite soon. âyou want me to drive you home?â
looking back towards him, you nodded your head and followed him out. too in your thoughts about his words and how he said them.
the ride was silent, and when you finally reached your dormitory you felt kinda indebted to him.
âare you out of your mind?! iâm satoru gojo, why would you pay me back?â shocked that you would even think about that, he knew you well enough that the moment you left his car you were definitely going to send him something. he just had to do you one better.
âplus, iâm the one who initiated it.â wiggling his eyebrows at you while he locked his gaze with yours through the frames of his sunglasses.
laughing at his antics, âokay okay fine⊠but thank you. i⊠um really appreciate it.â sensing the sincerity in your words, he sent you a genuine smile.
âdon't worry about it.â unlocking the doors for you with a click, as you reached out to open it, you heard him in the smallest whisper - probably have thought you imagined it if it wasnât for how close he was to you.
âgoodnight.â
pushing yourself back and out of the car, you regained some distance and replied while you were outside.
âyea⊠goodnight satoru.â
as you walked away, he couldnât stop staring at you with a smile till you disappeared into the building, and right when you left his line of sight, he grabbed his phone and posted a seemingly harmless photo to his instagram story. switching his phone off right after, as he pulled out of the driveway with a more than just smug satoru gojo smile. he was smirking to himself and his thoughts.
after a good shower, you had finished your nightly routine and decided it was time for some well deserved doom scrolling. except, when you turned on your phone expecting the usual couple hundred missed calls and messages from sukuna.
you had an alarming 7 missed calls from shoko, 5 messages from geto, a couple from yuki and not to mention the insane amount of mentions and follows you were getting from new random accounts on instagram.
âwhat the fuck?â
clicking on shokoâs messages first, you were bombarded by her missed calls and her trying to spam text you to respond and check your phone.
lung cancer â€ïž
bro
brooooo
missed call
your name
NAME
missed callmissed call
omfg you bum ass loser check your phone
like damn bro
i knew you were mad and wanted to get over sukuna but GOJO?!? especially SATORU?! đđ
man why didnât you go for his hot nerd brother satoshi, i thought i taught you better đ
but i mean if you are actually dating satoru then damn mommy you switched up fast!! get that rebound
but also like i heard sukuna is going to beat your ass đ€Łđ€Ł
missed call
wondering what the hell she was on about. how did she know you and gojo went out together? and why would she ever think that you've started dating him? you haven't even yet to officially break it off with sukuna.
turning even more confused as you read through geto and yukiâs texts, you grew more and more alarmed at what was going on behind the scenes that you were unaware of.
geto suguru
hey
just wanted to let you know that sukuna is about to kill satoru today, hope your happy knowing you stole and are about to get my man killed đ
now that was off, other than geto being unserious. did gojo just end up opening his mouth again and blurting it out to sukuna that you two were out together? but what would he get from that knowing that it would only result into a fight.
yu-yuki đ
omfg bro your killing me heređđđ
gojo???
but i mean whatever floats your boat, but i thought you were still with sukuna?
after checking all your other messages while ignoring sukunaâs earlier messages knowing it was going to be the usual. you felt a migraine coming over you, as you finally entered instagram and there it was.
feeling your soul actually leave your body, that would explain all the new followers, mentions and messages from everyone. but what the fuck?
now everyone and their damn mother thinks you and gojo are dating, not to mention the fact that once sukuna kills him, heâs probably going to come kill you.
dropping your phone on your table, it was too late for this shit and in a short span of actions, you switched off your phone and decided to sleep under the covers early.
who knows what gojo must be going through. you donât and you frankly did not care at the moment.
unbeknownst to you gojo was actually going to die tonight. as he dodged the pillows and cushions that sukuna had been throwing at him since he reached the frat house. he felt his eyes widen as sukuna went ahead to grab a lamp and threw it at him practically grazing his face, warning him that he was close enough to have hit him.
this struck a chord within him. âwhat the fuck suki?!â
pausing for a moment as he recoiled from the stupid nickname. âsuki!? how many fucking times have i told you to cut that crap?â launching what was now one of geto's books that had lied dormant on the coffee table at gojo who was standing a few meters opposite to him in the torn apart common room.
sukuna was even more livid ever since he saw that story and what was so crazy is that he didnât track down gojo. didn't ask around. didnât even text you or call you after seeing it. he waited, and for the impatient man he was that was already so much to be asked from him.
what now escalated after gojo got home and was confronted by him on why he was with you, where gojo merely shrugged and said that he was with you because âshe needed to be with someone who wasnât going to lie or play her dirty.â
all hell was let loose as sukuna threw the knife he had just finished sharpening at him only to hit the door when gojo ducked as they continued their cat and mouse game where theyâve now found themselves in the now disheveled common room. where some of the couches had been flipped over to when gojo had decided to take refuge in, while some had been ripped apart from sukunaâs assault to grab something to throw.
âlisten suki- sukuna.â switching his words as he saw how a visible vein on sukuna's forhead twitch. gojo held his hands in mock surrender as he spoke with a sincerity in his words that made sukuna losen his guard.
âall i posted was a photo from us hanging out as friends, nothing more nothing less. the bae thing was just a joke... well for now.â
catching the expected remote that was thrown to his face with the last bit of his sentence. âbut what iâm trying to say, is that if you think you still have a chance.â smiling at him while he lowered his sunglasses to get a better view of him.
âwhy donât you try your luck tomorrow at the frat party. iâm sure sheâll be there.â
finishing it off by setting the remote on the coffee table and leaving him alone in the room again.
gojo was confident you would come tommorow, him and sukuna both. just⊠who would you end up accepting in the end?
authorâs note:
ik ik cliffhanger but it felt like this shit was getting unnecessarily long. đđđ. and i donât know guys, do we get back with a cheater, which i personally would not want but it sounds addicting to write, especially with how pathetically i want to have him begđ€Ł
orr, do we get with one of his hmbs - preferably gojo satoru (fratking himself) please đ
we can maybe do a poll if this thing does good, or i forever leave it in it's peace like this and never touch it again đđ€đ
part two out now!
polka dot divider by @candvcane, taglist; @alebrasil0101, @ejk31.
i still canât ever understand the concept of this fic doing this well like thank you so much and the final part will be out very soon!! i havenât forgotten!
Was the very first thing Satoru heard when he opened the door after your sharp knock. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, white hair messy from running his fingers through it all evening. He had expected his girlfriend to maybe, idk give him a hug or kiss after a long day?! but nooooo. You had other plans, clearly.
You pushed your way into his dorm without waiting for an invitation, and Satoru stood there dumbly for a solid three seconds, mouth half opened, before he closed the door behind you with a soft click. Then you grabbed him by the neck of his sweater and yanked hard, tugging him by the collar into his bedroom. His big frame following behind you obediently, his voice coming out in a stuttered mess.
"ba-babe what's w-wrong?"
As you backed his big body into his bed, your pretty manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and tugged at it along with his boxers. Your voice rang out again. "You heard me Toru. boxers off." You pulled them down and his thick cock flopped out already twitching with interest. And by the time you settled on top of him, you had one hand on his cock, stroking it impatiently to life and with your other hand, you tugged your panties down. They were already soaked with the sweetness of your cunt. When they were off, you balled them up and shoved them into Toru's mouth, gagging him.
He was already whining, his cock sensitive from your rough handling. Precum slicking your palm as you worked him, then you lifted your hips and began to sink down on his cock, not wasting anytime to tease. The fat pink mushroomy tip of his cock notched at your hole, pushing in as your cunt stretched to take all of his hardened length.
With your lack of patience, you took his cock with little to no struggle, usually there would be a struggle, but you slid down. Sitting on every inch of that thick girth. He mewled weakly at the feeling, the muffled sound vibrating against the cotton in his mouth.
Then came your interrogatory questions.
"Ignored me yesterday? huhh asshole." Your eyes sharp and locking onto his bright blues with anger in them.
His face screwed up, maybe a little annoyed that you called him "asshole". He groaned, shifting on the bed a little, trying to adjust himself more comfortably.
"aah- i didnft, bahbe." Muffled and unclear, his words came out. You didnât understand what he was trying to say.
You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips into a pout at his feeble attempt at explaining himself. And just grinded down on his cock. "Yeah, you ignored me, Toru." You said again firmly. "Saw my messages and didn't even send a text back."
He looked at you like he was in pain and he tried to talk again, but the panties muffled his voice. You reached two fingers in and tugged them out of his mouth. Finally able to speak properly now, he said "No babe, I didn't! I was studying... for that calc test, remember."
He sounded so pathetic, your pussy squeezing him nicely, around every vein of his trobbing length. You frowned, hands planted firmly on his chest, now.
"Is some test more important than me, your girlfriend?"
Fuck no. He screamed silently in his mind. How could a test ever be more important than his girlfriend's perfect pussy swallowing his cock right now he thought. "Hm toru?" You huffed again, breaking his attention, rocking down on his cock for emphasis.
"Fuck no babe" he blurted out. "Nothing's never more important than you, ever"
That response earned him your fingers digging into his shoulder, you lifted up and then took all of his cock again in one smooth drop. His hands flew to your waist now, he wanted to thrust up into your puffy cunt, drive his cock in deeper. Hoping to fuck into your tight gummy walls.
You saw that pleading look on his face. His eyes glassed over with need, you were still annoyed, so you shoved your panties back into his mouth before he could repeat another desperate, 'sorry'. You were gonna use him good, cause he didn't deserve to speak freely right now.
Your hips rolled slow at first,savouring the way his thickness split you open. Every ridge dragging along your walls and you could feel him throbbing inside you. Hot and heavy. His muffled whines pushing the fabric between his teeth. His fingers dug into your waist, but he didn't dare take control. Not when you had that fire in your eyes.
You leaned forward. bracing your hands on his chest again. your nails scratching lightly over his skin. you started bouncing, proper on him. The wet slap of your bodies filling his dorm room, each drop of your hips, took him to the hilt. Your cunt fluttering around him, squeezing like you wanted to milk him dry.
"You think studying is an excuse, Toru?" You asked between breaths. your voice low and sweet but edged with that annoyance. "I sat there waiting for one little text. And you left me on delivered."
He shook his head fast, Eyes wide and desperate, the panties kept him from forming real words. Only desperate sounds escaped. "mmph-haah-please."
You smiled at that, Mean and pretty. Then, you reached back and grabbed his balls gently. Rolling them in your palm while you kept riding him hard. his thighs trembled under you, cock twitching violently inside your heat. You knew he was close already, always your sensitive, pretty boy.
But you weren't done.
you slowed down again, grinding in circles. Letting his tip kiss that spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Your own pleasure built slow and hot, moaning softly. Letting him hear how good he felt even when he had been bad.
"My perfect boyfriend can't even spare thirty seconds for me?" You cooed, tugging the panties out once more so you could hear his answer.
"I'm sorry, babe. i swear i didn't mean to," He gasped out immediately, voice wrecked. "Was buried in books and lost track of time. Your messages... fuck i saw them later and felt like shit."
You clicked your tongue, shoved the panties back in. "Too late for sorrys now, Toru."
You rode him faster, chasing your own high. Clit rubbing against his pelvis with every grind, pleasure sparking up your spine. His hands slid up your sides. Thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt. You let him because it felt good. Because even when you were punishing him, you still craved his touch.
His muffled cries grew louder, hips jerking up to meet you despite trying to stay still. you could feel him swelling inside you. So close, and you clenched around him on purpose, tight and rhythmic.
"You're gonna cum inside me," You told him, voice firm. "And you're gonna thank me for it after."
He nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of his eyes. You lifted up almost all the way, then slammed back down. Once. Twice. Three times, then your orgasm crashed over you first, walls pulsing hard around his cock. Soaking him with your release, crying out his name, sharp and sweet.
That pushed him over. He came with a broken whine. Thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt and spilling deep while your body milked every drop. His whole frame shook under you. big hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
You stayed seated on him for a long moment, catching your breath. Feeling the mess between you, his cum leaking out around his cock where you were still joined.
Finally, you pulled the panties from his mouth and tossed them aside. You leaned down and kissed him slow. Tasting the faint trace of yourself on his tongue. He kissed back eagerly, desperate and loving.
"Don't ignore me again Satoru," You whispered against his lips.
"Never again, babe," He promised, voice hoarse, his arms wrapping around you tight. "You're more important than anything. Always."
You smiled soft now. The annoyance melted into warmth and rocked your hips once more, lazily and affectionate. Feeling him twitch inside you even after he had finished.
The night was still young and you had plenty more ways to remind him exactly who always came first in his world.
catching D**K (more like print) | satoru gojo x reader
nsfw but not smutty, crack post and at around <2.5k wc.
part of my 10 week celebration party for reaching 100 followers!*
just as the title says where gojo gets rage baited by his dick size.
âwhy do you keep staring there?â
you felt your eyes quickly dart over to gojoâs confused and inquisitive face, then quickly resuming your earlier actions.
âstaring where?â fully aware as to what gojo was implying with your obvious gaze being on his crotch. while he felt more and more suspicious as you spoke to him in an ironic sense of innocence that was in contrast to what you were doing.
âyâknow⊠staring at myâŠâ you heard him from across you, trying to point out where you were staring and having grown an unusual amount of uncomfortableness and insecurity in his voice due to the the scrutinising gaze of your expression.
which was a strange reaction for you to observe, albeit short lived.
to gojo, you werenât even looking at his face as he was talking to you right now! what could possible be better than satoru gojoâs face?!
âŠ
a blank expression followed to cover gojoâs face as sudden realisation swept across his features. with the mundane sound of his cocky and confident demeanour making itself present as he shifted to manspread across from where you were sitting.
giving you a better view of what you were looking at with a teasing glint of his eyes as he pulled his blindfold back.
which in turn made you roll your eyes and slowly flit your eyes to give him a passsing look at his expectant face, just to merely go back to your earlier actions after a few seconds.
again, causing gojo to inwardly feel a particular sense of neediness for where this could be going with a hint of uncharacteristic vulnerability.
the latter being a fragment of his hidden insecurities. you two had been in an established relationship for a while and you both had for sure seen each other in all manner of ways and positions, but with how silent you were being and judgemental, maybe he had been off his game.
but heâs satoru gojo - strongest sorcerer of them all and self proclaimed man with the âstrongest and biggest dickâ of them all. so why the sudden change? was he really not the strongest to you anymore?
outside of it being superficial to generalise how you saw his dick and regarded it to the rest of his being, he canât help but have his insecurities get the better of him.
posing to break through those feelings with his normal charm, he gave you a sweeping look beneath his eyelashes as he tilted his face forward to âtryâ and give you a look into his cereluen eyes that could get him to gauge where you actually were going with this.
key word try: because of how focused you were on his steadily slowly growing erection from the new found attention.
âlike what you see?â
âhmm⊠not really sure, satoru.â easing him into understanding what you were actually doing this whole time with a faux thoughtful look that you sold off with a hand under your chin.
âiâm trying to catch print here.â leaning closer to inspect the the supposed âprintâ you were talking about.
closer but not close enough to where he could see through you and your mischief for once. merely meters away from him, all that separated you two was the coffee table infront of you and being on opposite sides of the two massive couches he had argued with you to have in his office.
still your fake observation it was enough to get gojo to break from his flirty persona and give you a perplexed look at what you had just said.
âcatching print?â
it seemed that under the guise of unusual activities, you were getting the upper hand over him as for once you had him under the ruse of your deceptive and mischievous pranks when it was usually the other way around.
trying to save himself the embarrassment of not knowing what you were talking about and save face, he followed your gaze towards his crotch and gave you a lazy over.
âif you just want to do it, you can just tell me!â sending you a teasing smile.
observing how he was reacting to all of this, you had him completely unaware to the wall you had crowded him into.
mirroring his smile, you brought yourself up and walked over to him on the other side of where he was sitting. having him happily welcome you with open arms that found themselves situated on your hips.
while you on the other hand continued with the slow and growing facade that seemed to be adding onto the attention that gojo was feeling right now.
bringing one of your hands to grab his chin and have him look up at you, with the other slithering to the back of his neck as you grazed your fingers through the roughy tuft of his undercut that had gojo shuddering at your touch.
you knew he was already far gone with the way his wandering eyes travelled between the little space that you had left infront of him and how he looked content to be at your feet.
i mean with how you looked at him in that oh so saccharine yet derogatory way, could you really blame him for looking like a man who was so far gone. he was completely and utterly absorbed in your presence and you seemed to only know how to exploit it.
âyea yea, satoru.â you taunted to him as you leaned his head further back towards the couch to look at you directly - which he in fact proceeded to accept, relaxing at your touch and melting into the couch.
oh he was past being far gone.
âi think i finally got it!â fluttering your lashes and peering at him with that sensual look to your eyes that got him going.
and as unaware as he was to all of this up until now, he sent you a bright smile at the revelation that he was getting closer and closer to the edge of getting some action right now.
playing with the soft locks of his hair from where your hand was on his undercut, you stared at him and almost felt bad for even going this far. knowing that if you decided to look down, youâd find something else smiling at you.
shaking your head at the thought, you leaned over closer to his face and gave him one more look over to say something to him.
this is it! you were going to-
âyouâre an A!â
that was not what he expected to be hearing or seeing from you as he watched how you straightened up and walked away, giving him an innocent and naive look after blurting out whatever you just said as if it was the obvious.
feeling a sense of whiplash to what had just happened infront of him, satoru gojo was so shocked that after years of puberty and adulthood, he and yourself heard his deep voice crack.
âan A?! WhAt Do yOu MeAn By A?!â
and if it wasnât for the fact that you had already walked away from him a couple metres away with your back faced to him.
you were sure that he would have connected the dots by now with how you were silently gasping for air out of laughter at the combination of his voice cracking and the quick image of his flabbergasted face that you saw before you removed yourself from him.
quickly trying to save himself from the embarrassment of his little outburst and hoping that you didnât catch the obvious dismay in his voice when you left. he let out a cough that was meant to clear his throat and ease his nerves and the trouble brewing for the large situation still growing at hand below him.
âwhatâs this A thing your talking about?â calmly stating in a faux serious tone, which had you trying hard to not entirely lose it on your side at how he was reacting.
but it was expected, and with your silence causing to become deafening. you heard him scoff and rise up from his prior position on the couch as he walked towards you.
âlike are you talking about my body or something?â
making you turn around at the sound of his hesitant voice that was brimming over the edge of insecurity and fear. trying to let him go slowly and not have your mischief turn towards the other side where youâd have to apologise on your knees sentimentally and not intimately.
âi mean that your dick is small, from A to D.â speaking to him with a matter of fact tone as you emphasised the mention of it being small with a light tap on his scrunched up nose at what you had just said.
he was offended, well even more so shocked at the audacity that you had to say that. which in reply to your assured and certain demeanour at what he had just said, you watched as a scowl grew in his face and prepared yourself for the sassy man apocalypse that you were about to enter.
âexcuse me?! my dick is not small. my dick is actually so big it has you yelling outâ
code switching towards mocking you with an unnecessarily high pitched voice that was meant to convey your voice, to which he failed but you ignored with how serious he was being right now.
âsatoruuuu⊠ugh itâs soo big⊠i canât!â
and going back to his own voice to state.
âevery single time we have sex.â reaching out to boop your nose just as you had done before with a little more vigour to his actions.
and you should have been embarrassed or at the very least felt called out but you were only able to give him a sarcastic and knowing smile, that got him looking at you funny - lowkey scared at where you were going to go with this.
leaning a bit closer to his retracting form, you fluttered your eyelashes once again and spoke to him a in a slightly condescending tone.
âyea but from your printâŠâ checking him out once again, as you gave him a look over towards his crotch and then went back to stare at his face.
âit doesnât seem like itâs the biggest of them all.â
to which that left gojo stunned completely at whatever you were actually talking about. taking it as your cue, you turned back towards the door to leave.
well not without looking over your shoulder to leave him with a few lasting words. âyou canât blame me for the system and that your dick is giving grade quality A.â
and for once it seemed that under unprecedented circumstances, you were at : 1 and gojo : 0, when it came to mischief and deceptive tactics to annoy each other.
that was until you were forced to experience the consequences of a grade A dick after it had been teased the whole day prior.
authorâs note:
not proofread entirely
also pretty late to the whole catching print thing, but just thought it would be funny to do
if you hadnât come across the catching print thing all over tiktok it was just a theory ig on how to estimate a guyâs dick size by looking at it⊠just search it up if you wanna find out more
a bit shorter compared to the other fics for the party, but also there isnât much to talk about or do with dick until it turns into a whole smut fic yk, so thatâs why the ending feels a bit rushed too đđ
chapter 1: jealous!katsuki bakugo x oblivious!reader
synopsis: jealous!katsuki bakugo has started to realize that he has romantic feelings for one of his classmates, oblivious!reader, and just as he's coming to terms with his feelings, his friends find out about his infatuation as wellâŠ
content: mdi â third year timeline, canon universe, playful teasing, friendly banter, complicated feelings, introduction to main character
katsuki bakugo wasnât one to dwell on his feelingsâ let alone romantic ones, though he rarely had those. at eighteen years old, he could count how many crushes heâs had his whole life using just one hand.Â
 one.Â
 how pathetic is that?Â
 itâs clear heâs had other prioritiesâ he still does. being the number one hero is still his main goal, thatâs all heâs wanted since he was just five. but now? now it seems like besides wanting to be the number one hero, he also wants to pursue a certain classmate, romantically.Â
 that classmate being none other than reader.
 he had known her since he started at u.a, having been sat near her since the first day of class. he didnât pay much attention to her at firstâ well he didnât pay much attention to anyone when he started high school, far too egotistical to focus on anyone but himself. but, over the years, especially with the war over, he started to notice everyone more often.
 he started to notice her more often.
 how intelligent she was, even more than he was if they were using test scores. how effectively she used her quirk, and how strong her quirk was at thatâ he didnât praise others often for their quirks but he found reader particularly interesting (and that wasnât just because he found her interesting, or at least thatâs what heâs been telling himself)...Â
 katuki could go on about how he found reader intriguing, and how he slowly developed feelings for her over the two and a half years theyâve been at u.aâ but, it already took him far too long to admit how he felt to himself the first time around. heâs come a long way with understanding his feelings and coming to term with the various emotions heâs been bottling up for so long, but it still wasnât the easiest process for him.
 he was always more of an actions speak louder than words guy anyways.
 right now, his actions consist of staringâ constantly.
 katsuki sat in his seat, listening to present mic drone on about something with that painfully irritating voice of his. but, instead of looking up at the board and giving the lesson his undivided attention, he had his attention directed at the girl sitting two seats away. stupid kaminariâs fat head was in the way but if he leaned forward just a bit, he could get a decent view of her.
 he wasnât creepy though! not by any means! his staring was never perverse or too intense, he just appreciated the look of her focused face as she jotted down notes, paying full attention even though this was just a filler lecture.
so thatâs how bakugo stared at reader in classâ but class wasn't the only place where he stared at her.
 it was much easier to stare during lunch as she was somewhat a part of his friend group, quote on quote.
 the group consisted of mina ashido, denki kaminari, hanta sero, kyoka jirou, eijiro kirishima and katsuki bakugo. they were his closest friends, beside izuku. reader was close friends with jirou so she often sat with the group at lunch, giving katsuki another chance to easily admire her, even talk to her a bit.
 he didn't strike up conversation often but when he did, it was mostly coming from concern, or care, that he covered up with a gruff voice and an uninterested tone.Â
 âyou've been eatinâ rice and pork for the past three daysâ are ya too lazy to cook anythinâ else?â he would ask her with a quiet scoff, observing her bento with narrowed eyes. reader looked up from her food at his comment, quickly shaking her head and reassuring him that she enjoyed the simple meal.
 katsuki wasnât bothering her about her lunch cause he thought plain rice and pork was badâ it wasnât a bad meal, just plain. he was just worried at the fact that she wouldnât enjoy her lunch when it had been repeated so many days in a row. plus, if cooking was a problem, he could easily make her whatever meal he wanted. he was 3aâs best chef and wouldnât hesitate to make reader her daily bentos if she wantedâŠ
 but heâd never offer to just make her food. it would seem far too forward, and he didnât want to make too many sudden moves and scare her off. staring and light conversation would do, for now at least.
 besides class, and during lunch, he also spent much time observing her when 3a had full-class mandatory training periods. her quirk and strength was what caught his eye in the first place, so why wouldnât he enjoy watching her spar with classmates? it always amused him seeing her beat sero in hand-to-hand.
 katsuki stands off to the side, panting quietly as he leans back against the cool metal of the vending machine, catching his breath and taking a deep sip of water after an extensive sparring session with eijiroâ who was standing beside him doing the same. as katsuki's breath steadied, the heaves of his chest starting to slow down, his eyes drifted to the side, finding reader. his head tilts slightly as he watches her spar, laughing quietly while she moves.
 eijiro, now finished with his bottle of water, quickly noticed katsuki's stare directed not at the ground but at someone else instead. when he follows his gaze and realizes that heâs staring at reader, a gentle grin quickly appears on his face.Â
 bakugo is snapped out of his little trance when eijiro roughly elbows him in the ribs, making him jerk forward slightly. his head whips around to glare at the red-haired boy, but before he could open his mouth to yell at him, eijiro spoke up first.
 âyou shouldnât stare at her so much, you look creepy.â he comments bluntly, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.Â
 katsuki's mouth snaps closed, the tips of his ears starting to turn pink from the embarrassment of being caught practically ogling a friend of theirs. â... âm not staring at her..â he grumbles a few seconds later, turning his head to look off to the side.
 âand âm all might.â his friend snaps back with a scoff not even a second later, making it clear that he didnât believe the other boy for a second. âyouâve been staring at her a lot lately dude, anythinâ ya wanna tell me?â eijiro nudges katsuki in the ribs again, earning yet another irritated grumble from the blonde.
 âi donât have anythinâ to tell you, moronâ so just drop it, ok?â bakugo grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his half-empty water bottle underneath his arm.
 ânope, quit deflecting. i know ya better than that man.â kirishima laughs quietly, swinging a heavy arm over his shoulders and yanking him a bit closer, trying to persuade him to open up. ânow, do you have anythinâ to tell me?â
 two years ago, he wouldâve started yelling, shoved his friend off of him and told him to mind his own businessâ but that wasnât him anymore. the war, and his injuries, had really made his attitude far more subdued than it used to be. so instead of shouting and overreacting, he just let out a deep sigh, reaching up to scrub a calloused hand over his face, which was now lightly flushed.
 âi think âm jusâ kind of interested in herâ reader, i mean..â katsuki confesses with a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat while eijiroâs whole expression lights up with excitement.
 âinterested is an understatement!â he chuckles, yanking him even closer to his side so he can punch at his ribs, again. at this rate, katsuki was going to have bruises littering his chest.Â
 âoi! quit that, will you!â katsuki finally squirms away from eijiroâs grip, gently shoving him off and straightening up. his eyes briefly find reader across the field before they focus back onto his friendâ he just couldnât help it, could he?
 âitâs not like âm in love with her.â he states bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest again. âi jusâ think sheâs cool, that's all.â his gaze drifts across the training grounds, heading back to her like they were magnetized. Â
 âshe is cool. you two would make a good match.â eijiro comments with a gentle smile, his expression softening as he realizes that his friend was still a bit sensitive about his feelings.
 âwhoâs cool?â a third voice questioned.
 when the two boys turned, they saw another friend of theirs, mina ashido, approaching them with a curious expression, clearly wondering who and what they were talking about.
 âno one!â katsuki quickly spoke up, not wanting anyone other than kirishima to find out about his so-called interest in reader.
 âbakugo has a crush on reader.â eijiro announced casually, watching as katukiâs brows furrowed with irritation and minaâs expression lit up with pure joy. âi said it wasnât a crushââ the blonde quickly tries to argue.
 âah! this is so awesome!â mina chirps with excitement, leaping forward to grab katsuki's shoulders. âsheâs the sweetest person ever! i mean, sheâs way too nice for you, but i think you two would look cute together!â she smiles up at him.
 âwha- what do you mean sheâs too nice for me?!â bakugo exclaims, âiâm like the nicest person ever!â he shouts, shaking his head.Â
 âpfftâ whoâs the nicest person ever? cause it sure as hell isnât you, bakubro.â kaminri chimes in as he also approaches the group, coming to a stop beside kirishima, both of them grinning down at bakugo as he tries to wrestle mina off of him.
 âweâre talking about how bakugo likes readerââ mina comments before bakugo screams, continuing to attempt to squirm away from her.
 âquit telling everyone my business!"
 by that evening, their whole friend group, plus izuku, knew about katsuki bakugo's interest, quote on quote, in reader. he wasnât exactly happy about everyone knowing, but what could he do now other than grumble? the cat was out of the bag..
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