What lucky kingdom has this beautiful boy as their prince..?! I bet the villagers totally hold a secret meeting every month just to gush about him 

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Shinsuke’s grandmother had gifted you a new tea strain–one you hadn’t tried yet. It was floral in nature, with hints of sweetness from the honey you’d added pooling on your tongue. 

Despite the warmth from the summer day–afternoon quickly dipping into evening–the hot tea is refreshing, filling your stomach with a pleasant warmth that spreads down to the tips of your fingers where they’re loosely wrapped around the smooth white ceramic of your mug. It’s the one with the small crack on the side, from when your lover had accidentally bumped his hip against the counter in his rush to prepare for the morning, causing the mug to precariously tip over the edge. 

You run your thumb over it idly, hardly paying any mind to anything other than the sweetened tea spilling down your throat, the soft summer breeze brushing past your knees as you lounge on the porch chair, and the heat that swells in your chest at the sight of him.

This is your favorite part of the day–a little ritual of sorts. Just as the sun starts to dip down into the sky, casting deep shades of tangerine and streaking through the blue that’d previously resided there, you find yourself sat on the porch chair, swinging back and forth with whatever cup of tea you’d chosen as you watch Shinsuke make his way back home.

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — KNIGHT! GOJO x PRINCESS! FEM READER

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tags — royal au, childhood friends, forbidden love, protective Gojo, sneaking around/flouting social etiquette, period drama-esque tension between repressed princess and rakish knight, mutually possessive, title from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Everyone knew Satoru Gojo was supposed to be yours. 

You claimed him the day you knighted him. He wore your colors and answered to your demands. The physical evidence of your ownership was all over him, the way someone would mark a well loved pet. Even the neck of his jacket carried your embroidery like a collar. To anyone with eyes, he was your adored guard dog. 

When all of your memories blur into one stream of consciousness, the day you knighted him remains clear. You remember everything, including your father stealing him out from under you. 

You were the only one who truly thought he was ever going to be yours. It was part of the promise you had sworn to each other as children, playing princess and the guard with wooden swords and flower crowns. 

Looking back, you can see the gears of court machinations turning. It was no simple coincidence that the only heir to House Gojo ended up in close proximity to you, any more than any other of your introductions to sons of highborn houses. 

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More than pride, more than honor.  - Gojo

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