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DESIRE- pt 1

KING!SATORU X QUEEN READER

WARNINGS: arranged marriage, minor misogyny, dysfunctional family relationship

A/N: I am quite excited for this series, lets just see if I don’t give up on it halfway through, lol

series master list —> part two

It was far late from noon when one of your ladies ran into your room. Just when you thought your duties for the day were done, here comes another. Although it may seem easy living in your estate as princess with a thousand maids at your beck and call, you were also being groomed and moulded to be the best queen for your country.

“Your highness, your father writes to you.” She has a white letter in her hands. Knowing her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she opened the letter and read it herself.

A sigh leaves your lips as you hear it’s from your father, the king. Feigning a healthy father-daughter relationship was harder than it looks. In reality, you hadn’t seen your father regularly since he sent you to live in Seymour Manor when you were four. The only times you recall seeing him is during galas and balls where his attention is caught between the fine port being served or being involved in a dance, not you.

Your thumb grazed over the red Royal seal that your father was known for. Reluctantly, you open the letter, reading the words carefully.

To my darling daughter,

I hope the standards and degree of the manor has provided you with the upmost guidance as you reach this new age of womanhood. I wish to see you again as we approach our new season.

However, I do not write you to discuss your wellbeing, unfortunately. I wish to discuss your betrothal to Sir Satoru Gojo of the Gojo clan. His father, the head of the Gojo clan, wishes to see you and his son marry before the year ends.

I will not hasten you, daughter. But, as princess of our great kingdom, I do wish to see what you will do once you become queen. More importantly, if you will produce an heir that will continue our great monarchy. I rest assured knowing the nannies and ladies at Seymour Manor have groomed you into being the perfect wife to Satoru and the perfect queen for our nation.

May God be with you,

Your father.

This is the 5th letter he’s sent about this Satoru Gojo since some months ago. You crumble it up and throw it behind you, like you’ve done before. Who is he to rush you into marrying a man you’ve never met? You’ve hardly ‘met’ with your father.

“Augusta, remind our mailman that I will not receive any more letters from my father-” “But, your highness..” Your maid interrupts.

You look at her softly, “My father must be having you all nervous. Trust me, Augusta, that man is not to be feared. Oh, are you scared? You shouldn’t be. Tell the mailman it is the princess’ direct orders.”

“Your highness…” She sighs. “A carriage awaits you outside from the palace. Along with your bags…”

She sees your features soften as you come to the realisation. The joints in your body stiffened up as you blinked at her a couple more times, trying to spot dishonesty. But, to no avail.

You were getting sent down to the palace, whether you liked it or not.

“My lady-” “Very well.” You purse your lips as you exit the room.

The manor became smaller and smaller as you begin your journey. Memories of you playing with toys when you were a toddler and running around in the outside fields plague your mind.

It was home. No mother. No father. No worries. Just the maids and nannies raising you into the open minded woman you are. They were the mother(s) you never had. It made you fear how quickly your happiness could be snatched away.

“Excited, my lady?” Your father’s footman asked. God knows why he was selected to chaperone your travel. He saw you glare at him before returning your gaze back yo the window.

“Take this as an opportunity, your highness. Soon, you will be married and produce a surplus amount of heirs for your kingdom.” He says, a little too excitedly.

You sigh. “James?”

He sits up, “Yes, my lady?”

“Stop talking.” You sarcastically smile.

As you arrive to the palace, you see your father stand outside the front stairs of the palace. He looks mighty in his royal clothing, a proud smile adorns his face as your carriage comes to a stop, like he raised you.

It was unnerving seeing your father standing alone. It was just last winter where your mother succumb to a terrible illness and met her maker. If you weren’t in this predicament you’re in now, you’d count that as the most depressive moment in your life.

Your father’s footman offered his hand, helping you step out of the carriage. The king speed walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear. You curtsey in front of him, almost second nature to you.

“Hello, father,” the words leave your mouth bitterly. “How are you?”

“Better now you are here, darling.” His eyes squinted as he smiled. “Please, tell me, how was your travel?”

Another fake smile plasters your face, “A little home sick. However, I was fine.”

His fave dropped, “Well, this is your home now, dear. You are at rest when you are here.”

You watch him as he takes a deep breath in, “That is good. Well, what are you all waiting for?! Accompany my daughter with her things as she settles into her new home.”

You’re left with your thoughts as you sit on your new bed. The only thing that comes to mind is how your freedom is gone and now in the hands of this Satoru Gojo.

Wonders of his appearance come flooding into your mind. What would he look like? He could be some scrawny adolescent. No, your father couldn’t give the title of ‘King’ to a child. Maybe he was an old man. As old as your father. His belly round and his hair fading.

Goosebumps plague your skin as someone suddenly walks into your room.

“My lady, the garments have arrived.” A maid walks in.

Your brow raises, “Garments? I did not send for garments.”

She smiles, “My apologies, your betrothed sent them.” Some more people walk in, holding beautiful dresses. They contrast your everyday dresses you wear back home, where the thoughts of marriage never crossed your mind and days ended when you passed out in the fields.

“My betrothed..?”

“He sent these for you to wear tonight during dinner. It’ll be you, him, his mother and father and of course, the King.” She says merrily. “He must be enamoured by your beauty.”

Your brow rises, the fabric used is clearly expensive and foreign. Silky satin and the brightest purple that has ever met the eye. It was all too grand. A huge contrast from your country-house dresses you grew to love.

But beautiful nonetheless.

Whoever this Gojo Satoru was, he was playing his cards right.

Everything tells you to run out of the palace gates as you head downstairs for dinner. If you took off your shoes, you could make it to the town hall. Or was it the boutique?

It had been so long you’ve forgotten what surrounds the palace. Soldiers would definitely catch you within seconds.

A sound of laughters interrupts your thoughts. It’s your father’s and someone else’s. Before you could even breathe into the room, you are held back as you remember you are to be announced.

“Her highness, Princess Y/N!” A butler announced.

All murmurs stop as you walk in the room. The Gojo clan stood up upon your arrival. You noticed the smiles of the mother and the father and then your eyes landed on a man no other suitor could compare to.

His hair was snow white, it reminded you of snowy days where you cosied up to the fire place. His eyes were cerulean, bright and blue. But his stare made you feel small. The way he looked at you, like he was analysing your demeanour, how you walked, how you carried yourself.

They all bowed as you took your seat. “Pleasure to meet you, your highness.” The head of the Gojo clan grinned. “Your father has spoken highly of you. He’s assured you will be the perfect fit for our son.”

So, this is the infamous Satoru Gojo. The way they spoke of him, as if he is the prize. It was hard to not be egotistical considering you were, quite frankly, the future queen.

“Yes. This is a momentous occasion. We are currently witnessing the start of the of the next generation. I’m confident that Gojo will be a great king.”

You sit there, waiting for your father to mention you and how great you will take care of your kingdom. But your wishes were never grabted, they moved onto another topic swiftly.

Throughout dinner, Satoru kept locking eyes with you. Even with the jokes and banter your father and his were throwing about, his eyes lured you back in.

“We are to discuss the date of the wedding, and then the coronation. It should be quick and around the same time, we don’t want to string this along any more than we have.” The king spoke with a certain dominance that shook the bones of everyone in the room, but you of course.

Gojo’s father nodded, “Of course, your majesty. And may I thank you again for recognising Satoru as capable of being king.”

You clearly have missed a plethora of conversations and rumours of Satoru becoming king. “Yes, I see Satoru as the son I never had. He’s most capable of carrying this kingdom to glory.”

Satoru smiles for the first time during dinner, “I’m sure I’ll do that with the help of your daughter, your majesty. Every king needs his queen.”

You want to scoff.

“Of course. And then, hopefully, we’ll see Princess Y/N withchild very soon.” His father spoke. It made you sick how they spoke about you as if you weren’t there.

Suddenly, you felt something wet on your lap. As you look down, you notice the burgundy red wine staining your blush pink gown.

Gojo’s mother gasped, “Oh no, your gown..” You wonder if she was even worried about you embarrassing yourself or rather the fact her family spent a pretty dime on was ruined by your carelessness.

You take a deep breath in, already frustrated from the lack of communication regarding your own marriage and your father’s lack of awareness. “Pardon my absence for one moment..”

The party watches as you stand up and leave abruptly. Satoru notices as your father mumbles something about you being dramatic and unladylike. “I shall go check on her.” Satoru suggests.

“Satoru, you shouldn’t-” “I’m only to check on her welfare. She seemed conflicted tonight.”

The Gojo parents turn to look at the king who is now slumped over in his seat, “Very well.”

You seek comfort under the stars on a balcony, the atmosphere downstairs was too suffocating. It seemed you were a pawn in this big crown game.

“My lady.”

You gasp as you turn around to see the very man you grew to despise in a short amount of time. “Must you cut up my peace..?”

Satoru walked towards you slowly, “It’s a shame the dress is stained…This is the one I wanted you to specifically wear.”

His attempts at flirting made you sick. “I would thank you for the dress. But seeing its already ruined, I don’t think my appreciation would go far.”

Satoru nodded, “It is alright. Did you like your dresses? Were they a good fit? If not, I can get my men to-”

You hold up a hand, “Leave the other two. They are sufficient for gardening.”

He breathed out a chuckle, “Your highness, did I do something to offend you? If so, I do apologise. My father raised me to be a gentleman.”

Nothing leaves your lips as he responds. No smart remark, No rolling of your eyes, nothing. He was nicer than he seemed during dinner. However, you didn’t know what to trust. But something inside you told you to build some sort of relationship with him, considering you two will rule a nation together.

You scoffed as you remain your gaze on the environment, “Gentlemen? You…You hardly know me, why do you wish to be wed?”

“You are really magnificent, Y/N.” He whispers. The absence of formalities and honourifics threw you off immensely. He was now very close to you. It was only now you noticed how tall he was. “If I was just a commoner, I’d still want you as my bride.”

You blink up at him, “Satoru, if I am to be your bride, you can leave the theatrics at home. I’m not a child, I will not fall for such…dishonesty!”

“Dishonesty?” He chuckles once more, stroking the side of his face with his gloved hand, “Have you been like this with other suitors or just me?”

You look away. You’ve never had other suitors. Only him.

“Pardon me, Satoru, but I must go to my chambers. The sun is resting, and I shall rest with it. You don’t want to stop the future queen from receiving her sleep.” You begin to walk away from him.

“Trust me your highness, once wed, I plan to.” He mumbled.

Satoru sees you turn around swiftly staring at him with confusion. If it weren’t for his good looks, you would’ve sent the guards to behead him as quickly as possible. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, you walk away.

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MEMORIES

A/N: angst. Just angst!😁

Sunflowers were Geto’s favourite. You remember, he doesn’t. When he first met you, in your schools gardens, he couldn’t stop talking about the supposed ‘healing’ powers of the plant.

He liked lattes at his favourite café. You remember, he doesn’t. When you mentioned to him that you worked at a café, Geto wanted to see what it all was about. That’s where he fell in live with your ethic. Seeing you, behind the counter, working like a madman just to serve something as simple as coffee had him head over heels.

Never, ever, has Suguru ever liked musicals. You remember, he doesn’t. Yet, he knows each one you like, and could recall the lyrics if given the opportunity. One secret he’ll always keep is that he very much enjoyed his time watching Hairspray in theatres with you.

He hates smoking. You remember, he doesn’t. It’s simple: Suguru hates smoking because you hate it. Ever since he picked up the trait, you were never a fan. It even caused a mini argument when you flushed his cigarettes down the toilet.

Mornings were nice to Suguru. You remember, he doesn’t. Mornings where he kisses your side, whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how much he loves you and how you’re a ‘good girl’ for him. Mornings are even better when he feels your tight cunt wrap around him.

He hates arguing. You remember, he doesn’t. It’s something you did frequently because you were so in love. Whether it was about jealousy or money or whatever. Call it toxic, but you always loved him. There were times you guys had to physically be apart from each other. That’s what caused Suguru to drive down freeway that night, raging and not concentrated on the road.

All that filled his head was you. Did you want to leave him? Was it over? What about the ring he bought? What now?! The questions circled his mind as he tried to answer them. It was a shame he didn’t notice the massive truck lights that were soon to crash into his car.

Suguru hated that he couldn’t remember. You remember, but why doesn’t he? What sunflowers? Where did you used to work? Everything was a blur, from the moment he woke up in the hospital bed with your soft hands over his, to when he came home to see your pictures hung around the apartment.

Who was he?

Your heart broke the day the doctors told you that he was suffering from amnesia after his brain surgery. He was never himself again. More disassociated and more angry.

It wasn’t your Suguru. The one you remember, and the one he doesn’t.

this is my poor attempt in explaining getos personality change in a nonjujutsu!world😁

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“Papa! Papa!” Sukuna wanted to hide himself in the mattress. Not only was it 7am in the morning, it was his birthday. A day he doesn’t celebrate as much as others do. It took everything in him to get up out of bed and follow his son, Yuji to the bathroom.

The small boy climbed his way on top of the counter before demanding his father help him clean his teeth. “Can we use the raspberry one?”, Yuji asked, fluttering his eyelashes.

“No, you need to get used to using adult toothpaste.” Sukuna groggily murmured before brushing his son’s teeth. Despite Sukuna reminding Yuji to spit it in the sink 17 times, it wasn’t a bad start to the morning.

Suddenly, his son flashed a mischievous smile, similar to that of a young Sukuna in his troublesome past. “Mommy said it’s your birthday~!” he teased. “I wonder what she has to surprise you…”

Sukuna watched absentmindedly as his son raced out of the room, towards the kitchen. How could he and his wife create such a talkative and petty kid?!

After he brushed his teeth, he began to walk to the kitchen. However, just before he entered, he heard two voices whisper, ‘okay, when he comes in, we sing, okay?’ followed by a, ‘okay, mommy!’

He grinned to himself, he really has the perfect family.

“Happy birthday to you!” Sukuna smiled at you and Yuji singing him happy birthday with a plate of tamagoyaki in your hands, a favourite of his. It even had a birthday candle.

“Make a wish, baby..” You whispered smiling at him. His eyes met yours and he knew exactly what he wanted as his birthday wish.

For happiness, like this, to remain forever.

totally out of character lol who tf cares

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not tryna be mean but no they would not 😭 im p sure gojo doesn’t like drinking and utahime hates that man too much to ever want to be near him for that long

DOOOOOOON’TT CAREEEEEEEE

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oh gojo and utahime defo had a drunken night together and i wish i was there

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brothers

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toji for oomf

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Jonathan Bailey answering the question 'East or West London?' at the Rokh x H&M collaboration event at Dover Street Market in London (April 16, 2024)

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If Gege knew the concept of "happiness".

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actually, they both can fix meeeeeee!!!!!!!!

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the only relationship between yuji and sukuna i accepts is either yuji is ryo’s younger brother or his son. jus read a bunch of fics about it and its so fkn cute

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and fuck bridgeton creators for making it two parts I CAN NOT WAIT

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thinking of writing a royal!au areanged marrisge between goji and reader and idk where to make reader princess of? Like she is the princess of? WHERE?!

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When the palm coloured folk are more worried about a fan casting for a fictional character than an actual genocides....🫢