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I CANT AND WONT SHUT UP, LOOK AT THE HUXLEY, LOOK AT OUR NONBINARY/TRANS MASC. LOOKING AT THEMSELVES IN THE MIRROR I LOVE YOU DYLAN SHARP.
Held my hand in highschool, these two. Held my nerdy arse queer little hands freshman-senior year of highschool.
Gave me crumbs, delicious crumbs of LGBTQ+ Rep that I was so starved for, canon, headcanon, it makes no difference which because the difference it made for me as a closeted little trans kid was big and I loved these books. GIVE ME THE AX TRAILER, I MUST SEE IT, I MUST SEE MORE!
#leviathan trilogy#leviathan#alek#leviathan series#deryn sharp#theyre queer coded and you cant change my mind#they are mine#they are mine to hold forever#a gift from the author#a blessing#my heart fills with joy
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alexis i fell to the fucking floor at least five times while reading this i would kill for u . i could kiss u. i was half-joking before but like do u know ur ring size?? do u? pls tell me im down on one knee rnâŚ.
YOURE SPOILING ME YOU RLLY ARE i cant tell u how much i appreciate u taking the time to write this?!???? UR SOâŚâŚ.. so lovely and sweet BUT ALSO U GET IT????? U GET IT COMPLETELY??????? the way u see the vision so perfectly everything u said is like. Exactly what i was thinking while writing. ur so scary (affectionate)
i dont want this to get too long (it will) but i do wanna comment on everything u said so bad bc literally everything made me so insane and i want u to know that iâd give u my firstborn <333 here is a treat for u to snack on if u decide to read through this!!đ§đ° im so obsessed w this au so theres just sm to say⌠sm to think abt..
FIRST OFF I AGREEEE i loveeee masc coded readers <3333 i feel like the gojo x reader tag in particular is 99% fem!reader which is totally fine but i do think hes a queer ass man so m!readers are so special to me!!Â
anyway anyway GOSHHH ALEXIS UR MIND i feel like u just Got every single line in this fic even ones i didnt think ppl would notice do u KNOW how special u are to meâŚ.. we share the same brain fr đ¤Â (the quotev girlie bond i think <3) like all ur thoughts abt the monarchy, royalty, the differences between the knight and the prince..  his priviliege. i was sitting there reading this going EXACTLY U GET IT <333 every two seconds LMAO
and the resentment!! tbh i think ur so real, i wrote this reader as like . Extremely devoted and thats why they never once resent him bc they love him from the get go but i would definitely feel that envy and contempt too!! we're both children, the only difference is that one of us has the power to bend the worlds to their fingers and the other is the one that has to bend. <- THIS IS EXACTLY IT u phrased it so beautifully. and i think gojo wants to get rid of that dynamic sooo bad but its just impossible. theyre on different levels!! he wants to be down on the ground w them but he cant bc he was born in the sky. etc etc etc.
all your thoughts on prince!gojo in general are so real so true u get him like no one else <333 he DOESNT want to be king literally the only reason he works towards it is so he can protect reader. like. thats ALL. deep down i think he just wants to run away w them :<
and!! him being such a good ruler too!!!!!! ur so right! u see the vision! (i am holding both ur hands while saying this) hes empathetic and was absolutely born w that kind of kindness wired in, i think especially bc he was always soso isolated!! and then meeting someone like reader⌠it def did just set him down the best path possible bc to have someone u love grow up in such harsh conditions will make u so desperate to change them. and satoru never wants to have to meet anyone like reader again!!! i think hes similar to canon satoru in that he wants to preserve youth above all else <3333 hes a sweetipie an angel boy etc etc
(something tells you heâd kneel, too, if only youâd let him.) <- this line. its so good. reader and gojo both know that they're meant for different things and they honestly were probably never supposed to meet, but they did anyways, and now they're intrinsically connected to a someone who's fate couldn't be more different than theirs.
^ IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT THERE R TEARS IN MY EYES ALEXIS I LIVE OFF UR APPROVALâŚ.. thats exactly what i wanted to convey <33 theyre soulmates to me!!
ALSOOOOO KNIGHT!GETO X ROYALTY!READER ????? ur crazy. i can always trust u. knight!sugu would be so fucking overprotective over his prince/princess like its genuinely infuriatingâŚ. he bullies u too but he does so lovingly. and no one else is allowed to hes like a guard dog. takes care of u all the time even if ur acting spoiled and bratty he probably likes it tbh
the thoughts are coming to me wait⌠sneaking u out of the castle w a roll of his eyes bc u kept nagging him abt it ⌠having this big tall beautiful man kneel for u time and time again NOOO I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING AWAY WHAT HAVE U DONE TO ME đđđ đđđđ (do u feel the hakyona vibes also or is that just meâŚ)
sigh. ill add it to the wips đđđ (the thoughts have now consumed me fully pls just know its in the works <33 will tag u when its out ty for having such a giant brain i am kissing ur cheek)
AND ALEXIS are u inside my brainâŚ. be honest. i think ur the first person to mention the maid i got so excited. the maid that hurt reader and got fired or worse hmmm i wonder i wonderâŚ. BUT U CAUGHT IT AND U LITERALLY GET IT SO WELL???? i cant believe ur brain i genuinely cant the way u dissected this npc maid AND UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT TOOâŚ. the envy. having to watch this brat get everything they want, hang around the prince far too much, just who do they think they are? theyll always just be a street rat. someone needs to remind them of that, right?
aaaand then satoru walks in <333 and tbh alexis i think he just snaps. its an important moment in my mind bc he rlly is a sweet boy but i think thats the first moment he genuinely wants to see someone suffer and he realizes that he has the power to make it happen⌠yeahhh. also i think he gets sooo much more protective of knight!reader after that incident :< he just wants them to be safe n happy!!
anyway. I LOVE YOUUUUU this was the sweetest thing to read ever ever ever im gonna keep it in my heart for the rest of my life <333 it means sm that u liked the dynamic and the writing n just . This in general ITS SUCH HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM U TOOâŚ.. sniffle. ily i hope u have the nicest sleep ever tonight TAT
how deep is your devotion? ; satoru gojo
synopsis; youâre his knight, and heâs your prince. if only it were that simple.
word count; 6.6k
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, royalty au (..but no effort put into making it historically accurate in any way oops), knight!reader x prince!toru!!, childhood friends, mutual pining, fluffy overall, some hurt/comfort too, vague allusions to abuse (reader is punished by one of the castle maids as a child but itâs only rly hinted at), knight!reader is horrendously devoted but prince!gojo is arguably worse, he would burn the world down if u asked nicely <3
a/n; big big BIG thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire for having the biggest brain in the world and infecting me w this concept <33 if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started slowly spiraling into insanity.
you are five years old when you meet the prince.
five years old, a mere child, and too young to be blinded by such brilliance. too young to be where you are; curled up in a dark alley, back against a grimy brick wall, covered in bruises. like a beaten dog â scrawny and afraid. waiting for a strike that never comes.
the boy in front of you is also five years old, but you donât know that. something in him looks older, somehow, something in the way he carries himself. like he doesnât have anything to be afraid of. like heâs never even felt fear. he parts his lips and speaks like he has the right to, like heâs comfortable in his own skin, a radiance so blinding you could mistake him for the sun. too much for you to bear.
âdoes it hurt?â
the words fall on deaf ears. but you flinch, your body reacts, a tremble down your tiny spine. you hear the sound but not the words. too mesmerized, too paralyzed, unable to look away from the blue of his eyes, painted with rich watercolour hues. seeping into the world around you like ink on paper, cobalt and aquamarine and something else, something youâve never seen before â
a blue so jarring it makes you shiver.
the boy has an innocent face. almost girlish, plump cheeks and long lashes, clean clothes and smooth skin. a little too pretty to be out here, you think, in this part of town â too pure to be anywhere near someone like you. heâs above you, that much you can tell. a pretty, innocent face, untouched by dirt or ache; the face of royalty. an entirely different species.
thereâs something keen in his eyes, a contrast to his childlike features. a sharp gaze, something that sees through you, something that wonât look away. something mildly frightening. enough to have you cowering in fear, hugging your knees closer to your chest.
but then he smiles. and itâs sincere. sweet, vibrant, all honey and milk and a world you cannot reach.
a smile so captivating you take his outstretched hand, and let him drag you away to god-knows-where.
(that's how it begins. the dynamic thatâll follow you into your adult lives; satoru takes the lead, and you follow. no matter where heâs going.)
satoru gojo, as you soon come to learn, is the prince of the nation you reside in. the only child of the royal family, born with talent and prestige, fame and fortune, set to become king. a different species, indeed.
but he brings you home with him, to a castle so grand you feel as if your very presence is an insult to the architects who designed it, and convinces his parents to let you stay. itâs surprising, but you donât protest; following him like a puppy at his trail. and heâs stubborn, insistent, demanding that he get to keep said puppy.Â
the king and queen donât care one way or another. they glance at you with apathy, and tell satoru to do what he wants â but convincing the scary and displeased castle maids takes some work.Â
satoru doesnât waver, though. he holds your hand in his, and demands that you be treated with respect.
and he wins. he always wins.
thatâs how you become the princeâs playmate. raised alongside him, allowed to stay close, eat from the same food. he wonât settle for anything less. defending your honour, always, before you even know what honour means. before you care.
time passes slowly. joyously. every day is a new adventure, as you attempt to get used to the miracle that is your new life â sweet and silky, apricot blossoms and fresh peaches, duvet pillows and a bubbly laughter you didnât know you still had. he coaxes it out of you, with every secret midnight outing, every bout of mischief he drags you both into.Â
satoru has nice hands, uncalloused palms, fingers that grasp yours and donât let go. he takes you outside, to see the stars, to catch fireflies in the dark of night on top of the hill that oversees the castle. to take a dip in the river just below it, gleaming a silver hue under the blue shade of the moon. you worry about getting in trouble, but he reassures you â the prince can do what he wants.
that might be true, but you are no prince. not even close. satoru may safeguard you, but all youâll ever be in the eyes of the world is a stray he got to keep.
and one time, only one time, you do face the repercussions of your midnight outings. you, and you alone. a bad influence â seething words, buzzing in your ears. an angry castle maid, and a stinging pain in your cheek. blurry tears.Â
but thatâs an incident no one in the castle dares to speak of.
(youâll never forget that look in his eyes.)
satoru is an odd boy. he keeps you close, always, clinging to you like he needs you to breathe. you donât understand why, but youâve learned not to question him. the castle guards all know you as the princeâs best friend, and some part of you knows thatâs all youâll ever amount to. but you donât mind.
because you love him. at five years old, six years old, seven and beyond, you love him. satoru gojo, the kindest boy in the stratosphere.Â
a boy who keeps finding you, no matter where you are, who tugs you along as naturally as the rise of the sun. who raids kitchen cabinets with you and always makes you laugh, little giggles and chuckles that have him beaming proudly. a boy who cleans your wounds with a serious expression, and tells you that heâll protect you forever.Â
(you tell yourself the same. that youâll protect him forever and ever, until you run out of air to breathe. a boy so sweet youâd die for him.)
a pledge is made. you make it before you know what a pledge is. pledging to protect him, to become his sword, because even as a child you understand that his life will be difficult. you see it in the dullness that sometimes comes over his eyes, the apathy of his so-called parents, the hours he spends locked up with nothing but a pile of dusty books to keep him company.Â
so you decide to become his knight. his, and his alone.Â
itâs challenging. but you push through; training with another aspiring knight, miles better than you, black hair tousled by the breeze as he knocks you off your feet for the thirtieth consecutive time. wincing as the girl who sometimes watches your sparring patches you up, soft hands cleaning your wounds so tenderly that you almost choke up.
and eventually, as the apricot blossoms of the castle orchard wilt and bloom over and over in a flurry of pure white, your dream comes true.Â
thereâs something playful in satoruâs eyes, when he places his blade on the curve of your shoulder. something sweet and fond, and just a little bit ironic â as if youâre still seven years old, and playing house.Â
you want to tell him that it isnât a joke. that youâre serious, about this, that youâd tear your stomach open to keep him safe. but you know heâd just laugh. so you let the words clog up your throat, honey-sweet devotion sticking to the walls of your esophagus. breathing in through your nose, as he speaks. as the words youâve waited to hear flow from his plump lips.
when all is said and done, satoru smiles. he calls you his little knight, and you can tell that heâs teasing you. indulging you, as if heâs in on some joke that you arenât. but youâll take what you can get.
you call him my prince, expecting him to laugh it off, but his smile begins to fall. and a pang of ache rushes through your soul, instantaneous, guilty, although you donât understand why.
so you keep calling him satoru. even though itâs more than a little unprofessional, and you become painfully accustomed to receiving a few judgemental looks here and there. a knight and a prince shouldnât be so very close, they think, and you donât disagree. but thereâs nothing they can do about it, anyhow.
the prince and his knight can do what they want.
not much changes. youâre his knight, but he treats you the same as before. heâs playful, a little goofy, and you indulge him. as always. attached at the hip, bickering and bantering, bouncing off each other effortlessly. and satoru never bothers to hide your history, the soft spot he has for you; itâs in every fleeting glance, soft tilt of his head, teasing call of ah, thereâs my favorite knight.Â
(youâre no stranger to jealous looks. sometimes a pout on the lips of a pretty girl, a crease between the brows of one of your fellow knights. and sometimes a glare, from his fiancĂŠe â a woman he was engaged to before he was old enough to speak.
but you donât mind. youâve never cared what anyone but satoru thinks of you.)
satoru never loses his smile, that effortless air of confidence. the charm that makes people want to follow him, a charisma you know well. one you fell victim to at five years of age. heâs still just a prince, far from being a king, but he receives the same respect.
and that keen, sharp glimmer in his eyes never quite goes away; the hardened shell around his heart unbroken. you see it in fleeting glances, during meetings, ones he allows you to attend despite your status. when he speaks to a room of people with more power than you can imagine, his voice unwavering. back straight. elegant, serious, the presence of royalty â enough to receive respect without even trying.Â
but he still shoots you a smile, easygoing, when your eyes meet. one only you can see.
as for you, the step into knighthood is a clumsy one. but you take your duties seriously, and adjust properly. a deep devotion runs through your veins, from your beating heart down to the tips of your fingers, where a sword lies clutched. you keep it close, always, ready to serve. to obey. to protect.Â
all of it for one person.
all you do is for him. duels in his honour, beasts slain for his peace of mind, and heâs always there to welcome you back. wiping the blood from your cheek, tenderly, smearing his untainted skin with red; all while he looks at you softly, a coo or word of praise waltzing on the tip of his tongue.Â
thatâs only for when you remain unscathed, though, when the blood on your cheek isnât your own. when you get hurt, itâs different. something begins to brew inside his eyes, and you canât tell what it is. but he insists on bandaging you himself, paying no mind to your meek protests.
sometimes, youâre more reckless than usual. your injuries worse. sometimes he looks upset, angry with you, and doesnât speak. you donât, either.
a strange look crosses over his eyes, every now and then. when you get down on one knee, to kiss his hand, the metal of the ring on his finger â and if you look up, youâll see it. simmering inside those blue depths, something just as fond as it is sad. troubled, you think.
(something tells you heâd kneel, too, if only youâd let him.)
the bond between you remains intact. even as you begin to shoulder more responsibilities, more duties, even though you donât have as much freedom as you used to. even though you seem to get less time to spend with each other every single day. but you stay together, even so; just like when you were children, running around and causing trouble, more than you could get away with now.Â
despite everything, satoru has grown up into a fine man. and you couldn't be prouder.
âdo you think i look good in black? be honest.â
you throw him a glance. curious, somewhat perplexed, eyeing him up and down.
satoru is wearing a white blouse, puffy sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the skin of his bare chest. no black colours to be seen. you think back to that banquet he attended last month, forced into an expensively tailored black coat. a corset around his waist. and then you hum.
âsure you do.â
âsuguru said it makes me look like a try-hard,â he scoffs, crossing his arms. tilting his head in your direction. âdo you think heâs jealous?â
âdefinitely.â
a moment passes.Â
satoru narrow his eyes, and gives you a dubious look. clicking his tongue. â⌠something tells me you arenât taking this seriously.â
âi am,â you assure him, a lazy smile at your lips. meeting his gaze, that displeased little pout. still smoothing a brush down the mane of your horse, the smell of hay soothing your muddled senses. âjust tired. you look good in anything. you know that.â
he hums. silent, the sound of a spring breeze filling in the gaps.
itâs late. outside the stables, the world is engulfed by a dark sky, almost too murky to see anything. hazy stars glimmer in the distance, and a sense of fatigue gnaws at your bones. itâs been a long day, and yet youâre here â doing even more work. just a little more.
and satoruâs right there with you. even though heâs just sitting there, on the floor, not lifting a finger to help. not that he has to. insistent on spending some quality time with you, keeping you company. just talking and munching on the food he snuck in, bread and cheese and an expensive bottle of wine, that he leaves completely untouched. he tries to leave some of everything else for you, though. keyword being tries.
a sense of peace simmers in the air. palpable, almost enough to taste, as midnight air streams in from the opened doors, chilly and pleasant on your skin. ruffling the thin fabric of your clothing.
and itâs nice, you think, just to have satoru there â talking about this and that, complaining about all the annoying people he had to meet yesterday, yawning every now and then. nostalgic. like this, it almost feels like you're still kids. back when you spent every single hour of the day by each otherâs side.
itâs been a long time since you got the chance to speak like this. satoruâs been busy, and so have you. more so than usual.
âare they running you ragged?â he suddenly asks, and you donât realize youâve spent the last minute staring into space. resuming your brushing, with steady hands, but turning your head to meet his gaze.
âneed me toâŚâ he makes a slicing motion with his hand, right over his throat. a glint of mischief in his eyes. âhandle it?â
and you scoff. amused, but answering him seriously; unsure if his question is all-together humorous, if it doesnât carry a hint of something genuine too. âof course not.â
thereâs a weariness in the way you blink. the way you pet the animal in front of you, having finished getting the dirt and blood clots out of her mane. she lays down in her stall, and you smile. turning around to rest your back against the wooden border between you, a respite for your aching bones.
it gets just a little bit tiring, sometimes. fighting, patrolling, helping townsfolk. protecting the castle, making sure everything is in order. killing whatever needs to be killed. cleaning the stained silver of your sword.
butâŚ
âitâs my duty,â you answer, seriously, and it comes out sounding like a vow. because it is.Â
you avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, as you pick up the wine bottle by your feet and pop the cork. soft moonlight flits in from the windows, illuminating the green glass. a chartreuse glow that reminds you of fireflies, shimmering in your grasp, and for some reason it soothes your heart.
satoru only hums, far from approving. popping a piece of cheese into his mouth.Â
after a brief pause, he continues. âyou donât have to be so serious all the time, you know.â his voice comes out a little raspy. itâs got a certain tilt to it, one that means he wants you to take him seriously. ânot around me.â
you take a sip of the wine. expensive, blood red. itâs too sweet for your taste, heavy on your tongue.
â⌠iâm less serious with you than i am with others.â
satoru sits up a little straighter.
âyeah?â he grins, a kind of satisfaction blooming in his eyes. cerulean and sweet. almost smug, you think, like the cat that got the cream. âthatâs good. you really should loosen up, though.â
a glance. fleeting, just to see him â but he isnât looking at you. heâs looking outside, through the opened window, at the sway of the apricot trees. white petals flitting in, landing by his feet. in his hair.
when his eyes meet yours, theyâre smoothed over by that something you can never put your finger on. a blend between longing and fondness. crinkled at the edges.
âyouâve got a pretty smile,â he exhales. âbe a shame not to show it off.â
when you look at him, really look at him, you see it. that fatigue. it slips out when he talks to you, a sincere way of speaking that never quite allows him to hide his emotions. you hear the hint of a yawn, can practically feel the weight on his shoulders. the weight of an entire nation. a weight he was always bound to carry.
(you could never bring yourself to be even remotely alright with it.)
âhave you been doing okay?â you ask, and satoru blinks. thereâs a soft look in your eyes, as they trail over the contours of his face, his lashes catching the light of the stars. an innocent, pretty face. but he looks tired. frail. like he hasnât been sleeping properly.
something rotten bubbles up inside your throat.
âtheyâre running you ragged, too,â you say, hand settling on your hip. where your sword usually is. unconsciously, on instinct â or maybe just to make him laugh. âneed me to step in?â
satoru chuckles. husky, mellow. dripping with soft amusement.
âsettle down, little knight.â
a moment passes. silent. his eyes flutter shut, for a second, and a breath slips from his lips. almost a sigh. in the distance, you hear the quiet coo of an owl.Â
âof course,â he eventually answers, opening his eyes. and you think he looks a little resigned. but smiling. self-deprecating, you think, although heâd like you to assume otherwise. âall of it is just preparation, anyhow.âÂ
a flimsy smile, as he looks into your knowing eyes. âitâs what i was born for, wasnât it?â
you purse your lips.
â⌠i donât think so.â
another chuckle. a little delighted, this time.Â
âyeah,â he cranes his neck, emitting a low groan. âme neither.â something sweet blossoms in his eyes, sweet like the crunch of the apple he bites into, juice dribbling down his chin. âbut it is what it is.â
a beat. you part your lips, trying to find the right words. âtell me if there's anything i can do,â you settle on. the same words you always choose. âanything at all.â
satoru smiles. âright.â his voice carries a teasing tilt. almost a purr. âthereâs nothing you wouldn't do for me, hm?âÂ
ââ there isnât.â you smile. ânothing at all.â
he blinks. a little dazed, for a second, and you watch as his ears redden. slight, enough for you to notice, but gone before you can bring it up. a contemplation smooths over his features. and a pleasant breeze flits in, ruffling his hair, apricot petals kissing up his skin. he looks at the apple in his hands.
then he sighs. placing his palms on his knees, and rising to his feet. his arms twitch, muscular beneath the flimsy blouse, and you gulp. although you arenât sure why.
âalright, then.â his eyes flicker in the dim light, sharp and decisive. he crosses over to you with long strides. âthere is something you can do.â
when heâs close enough, satoru reaches out his hand; opening his palm. a silent beckoning. you look at him, not saying a word. his expression is unreadable.Â
then you intertwine your fingers with his. unquestioningly, even in the midst of your confusion.
(it reminds you of that day. when he pulled you up to your feet, held your hand in his and refused to let go. leading you to the promise of something better.)
no matter where he goes, you follow.
and satoru grins. itâs sweet, just like back then, a smile so vibrant you wish you could tuck it into your sleeve and keep it there forever. he curls his fingers around yours, gentle, fondness bubbling up inside his eyes. for a second, you think you see the sun.
âcome with me.â
at first, you truly arenât sure where heâs going to take you. hand in hand, you begin to walk, feeling the midnight breeze nip at your skin. beyond the castle walls, away from the hustle and bustle from the nearby town. satoru holds your hand and smiles, tousled tufts of white hair swaying with the wind, leading you to a place you know well. a place where the air tastes like freedom.
itâs the river you used to play by as children.
gleaming a solemn silver under the evanescent moon, framed by bushes of lilacs, blooming indigo and violet and pure white. the scent of nectar hangs heavy in the air, and you breathe it in. on top of the hill just above you, you think you can spot tiny little glowing dots; green and yellow, buzzing around. dancing merrily, now that there arenât any troublemaker children left to trap them.
satoru lets go of your hand, to roll up his sleeves. the hems of his pants. then heâs taking a step forward, dangerously close to the edge of the river, and you can tell what heâs thinking.
âah â wait ââ you stumble forward, to grab hold of his arm. a worried crease forms between your brows. âthat's dangerous, satoru. you could slip and fall.â
he turns to face you, a teasing mirth in his eyes. smirking lightly. âoh? is that so?â he hums, a slight tilt of his head. then heâs stepping closer, so close you feel his warm breath on your skin, but you will yourself not to step back. âwanna know what i think?â
he leans forward, just a little further, warm air brushing against the shell of your ear. flushing beneath it. his voice comes out low, a sleepy lilt, dangerously raspy. hand ghosting over your waist.
âi think youâre too scared to get in.â
you blink.
â⌠really?â you deadpan, stepping back a tad. satoru looks pleased with himself. awfully amused.
âreally,â he purrs. âyou were always like that. could barely dip your toes in without shivering.â he reaches out to pinch your cheek, a coo on the tip of his tongue. âscaredy-cat.â
you raise your brow. unimpressed.
satoru steps back. inching closer to the river, until a quiet splash tells you that heâs standing in the water. lapping up his bare legs, not enough to even reach his knees â it felt a lot scarier when you were smaller. heâs still holding your hand, very loosely, fingertips ghosting your own.Â
âcâmon,â he coaxes. soft, encouraging, a playful glimmer in his eyes. teeth catching the light of the moon. âor is it too much for my brave knight to handle?â
satoru laughs, when you furrow your brows, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks. a warmth spreads through your chest at the term of endearment, and you bite your lip. melting a little.Â
his knight.
â.. fine,â you tangle your fingers in his own. sighing deeply, taking a tentative step forward. âjust be careful, okay? i don't want to deal with your whining if you hit your head.â
âah, but youâd kiss it better, no? if i asked?â he flashes you a honeyed grin, eyes rich with amusement. you hope the darkness of the night is enough to hide the red of your ears.
a grumble buzzes in your throat, locked behind your pursed lips.
the man in front of you softens. he says your name; slowly, thoughtfully, as if savouring every syllable. dragging them out, speaking with a lilt that tells you heâs being sincere. âloosen up. itâs just you and me.â
so you do.
and itâs odd. how easy it is to get lost in him, the watercolour of his eyes, the brightness of his grin. how pliantly you let him whisk you away. before you know it, youâre playing in the water â because satoru splashed you, laughing at the shock on your face and the shiver of your spine, and you had no choice but to retaliate.Â
the sound of his laughter fills the air, sweet and bubbly. deep and giddy. strands of hair stick to his wet skin, droplets running down his neck, but his grin never falters. bright and toothy, boyish. he looks younger than you ever remember him being. like thereâs no weight on his shoulders, none at all, only soaked fabric weighing him down.Â
you think itâs ridiculous, two grown adult splashing each other like children. but his melodic giggles are contagious, and before you know it, youâre laughing too â and satoru looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. through dewy eyelashes, with cerulean eyes that melt into the pale blue of the moon and the silver of the river. filled with wonder.
a particularly ruthless splash knocks him off balance, and he has the instinct to reach for your arm; stumbling, slipping, dragging you down with him. you land on his chest, cheek against his neck, his pulse against your skin. erratic, joyous. fluttering happily.
his chest is heaving. lifting you up and down, a little, rhythmic and comforting.Â
a sudden yelp slips past your lips, as you get snapped back into reality, into the realization that you basically just pushed your own prince into a river and used his unfairly soft chest as a cushion. a mumbled string of apologies escapes you, as you attempt to get up, scrambling to find footing.
but satoru wraps his arms around you. tucking you under his chin, keeping you flush against his chest. nice and still.Â
and then he sighs. a blissful little breath, fatigue seeping out of him. into the air.Â
âstay like this, for a bit,â he rasps. ��itâs okay.â
his heartbeat resounds in your ear. warm and rapid, like claps of thunder, coaxing you into closing your eyes. satoru has always felt so very safe. the water of the river is cold, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and sticking to your skin, butâŚ
(heâs warm.)
silence. and then, a whisper; frail, slipping past his lips, gently slicing the silence in half. softer than you've ever heard him speak.
âi missed this.â
âŚ
nuzzling into his neck, you breathe him in. he smells like sandalwood and dried roses, buzzing with warmth, heavy arms around your waist. solid. when did he get so big? you used to be taller.Â
but that was a long time ago, now.
â⌠me too.â
âmissed you,â he continues, his jaw on the top of your head. itâs a sincere confession; childlike in its innocence. âmissed hearing you laugh like that. feels like itâs been so long.âÂ
you stay silent. unsure of what to say. satoru continues, and you let his husky voice carry you away, the tremor of his chest running through your entire body. soothing like a lullaby.Â
âwe haven't had much time together, lately. iâve been worried,â he admits, and something about it strikes you as rather sheepish. a little ashamed. âit bothers me that i can't be there to watch over you. make sure you're treated with respect, you know.â
a sleepy chuckle. muffled into his shoulder, almost a scoff â slightly exasperated. little droplets cling to his skin, sticking to your lips.
ârelax, father,â you tease. âi promise the other knights arenât bullying me.âÂ
satoru pouts. you can hear it, when he speaks. âiâm serious,â he exhales, squeezing you a little. âand itâs not them iâm worried about. suguruâs there.â
another scoff threatens to escape your throat. you want to tell him the only knight that should be suspected of bullying you is suguru himself, but before you can even think to part your lips satoru beats you to it.
âthey all treat you so carelessly.â thereâs something cold to his voice, an irritation tugging at his teeth. oddly seething. âlike you exist to serve them. like youâre disposable.âÂ
a moment passes, heavy with a silence so thick you donât dare break it. when he speaks again, itâs an order. a demand.Â
âi want you to tell me if they go too far.â
silence. again. you can do nothing but gnaw at the flesh of your bottom lip.Â
(he isnât wrong. but thatâs simply what it means to be a knight â half-human, half-weapon. an unattainable ideal.Â
when a weapon breaks under the force of a slash, the only choice is to throw it away. that much you know.)
âitâs fine. iâm not that fragile,â you weakly protest, but itâs not enough. satoru huffs.
âyouâre a human being,â he reminds you. strangely stern, for once. chastising. âyou deserve to be treated with respect. knight or not. fragile or not.â
a deep inhale. he breathes in, and the rise of his chest carries you with it. his voice buzzes with something, a slumbering kind of fury. one you havenât heard in years.Â
âif anyone gives you trouble â if anyone hurts you⌠if anyone makes you feel unsafe,â he almost spits the words, like theyâre venomous, sacrilegious. a âtell me. iâll destroy them.â
a chuckle.
thatâs all you can manage; that one meek little breath. resisting the urge to cower, at the love that clings to every word he speaks. angered affection. a promise, dangerously genuine, like a growing wildfire.
âi can take care of myself,â you remind him. hoping itâll soothe him. âyou know that.â
but his grip around you only tightens. gentle, even still. as if youâre made of glass, a firefly cupped in his palms. he lets the silence linger, for a moment.
and then;Â
âiâd do it, you know.â
a questioning hum. âdo what?â you ask, though some part of you already knows.Â
satoruâs reply is instantaneous. an arrow hitting its target, cold and concise, decisive. frighteningly honest. almost a growl, flattened, a hint of teeth behind his soft lips. âdestroy them. anyone.â
âiâd tear this nation apart if you asked me to.â
âŚ
(ah. that look in his eyes â one you remember well. strung together with blurred memories, the sting of a palm on your cheek, a castle maid you never saw again.)
you search for the words. biting back a gulp, hesitant. â⌠i wouldnât.â
âi know.â satoru yawns, breathing you in, voice shifting back into the softness youâre so used to. your shoulders relax. âbut i would. if thatâs what you wanted.â
and itâs a little scary, the depths of his devotion. but youâre almost certain youâd do the same for him. maybe you're both a little sick in the head, a little too eager to serve your hearts on a silver platter.
âit bothers me, you know.â satoru breaks you out of your thoughts. gentle, a soft lull of his tongue. âwhen you get hurt. when you fight for me.â
âi know,â you murmur. youâve seen it in his eyes, a worry heâs not as good at hiding as he thinks. âi want to, though.â
âand i want you to be safe.â a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, just a little bit rueful. âyou never listen, do you? so stubborn, i swear. always worrying me.â
you bite down on your lip. he sounds⌠a little sad.
â⌠sorry.â
after a momentâs pause, he shakes his head. cradling you close. âitâs fine. iâm here. always,â his palm runs down the small of your back. âin case anything happens.â
he inhales. âand when i become king ââ a beat. he swallows thickly. âyouâll never have to worry again. no one will be able to touch you.â
âsatoru,â you crack a small smile. amused. raising a single eyebrow. âiâm not worried. i can protect myself.â
âi know. but iâm saying you donât have to.â
and then heâs pulling back. just a little bit, just enough to see you. cheek smushed against his chest, comfortable and soft, more unguarded than heâs seen you these past few months. itâs enough to get his heart racing.
enough to have him reaching out, fingertips ghosting over your hand, tangling your fingers together. bringing it to his plump lips. a chaste kiss, brimming with devotion.
ââ iâll protect you forever,â he vows. âremember?â
thereâs devotion in his eyes. heavy, a vow heâll never quite be able to voice in full. something that makes the blue of his eyes glow even brighter, cerulean, aquamarine, a blue so jarring it makes your heart beat faster than it should.
you blink. starstruck, caught in a daze, lost within that sea of blue. distracted by his warm breath on your cold skin, a soft whisper voiced against your knuckle. something shy blossoms in your chest, enough to have you averting your gaze.Â
â.. you really donât care about the dynamic here, do you?â is all you can reply. a meek scoff, a weak attempt at hiding how flustered you are. âiâm the knight. iâm your protector.â
âoh, i know.â a smile sticks to his lips, playful, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. a coo on his tongue. âmy little hero. what would i ever do without you?â
a roll of your eyes. satoru chuckles. in the distance, you hear crickets chirping, a breeze rustling the lilac bushes all around you. heâs still cradling your cheek, smoothing over your wet skin, brushing a drop of water away with his thumb. clinging to your bottom eyelash.
âi don't get it, though.â
you blink. when you meet his eyes, satoru looks a little perplexed. muttering under his breath, absently rubbing circles over your cheekbone. you resist the urge to close your eyes again, and bite back a blissful sigh.
âa prince shouldnât care for his knightâŚâ he repeats, like heâs heard the string of words a million times before. âthe idea of that. i donât understand it. never have.â
the smile that blossoms on his lips is soft, indescribably so, as if heâs looking at the most precious thing in his life. rich and warm, like wine in your veins, nectar on your tongue, a chest pressed against your own. dripping with fondness.
satoru tilts his head, as if in confusion â but heâs smiling. âwhatâs so strange about wanting to protect the one dearest to my heart?âÂ
âŚ
his hand slips from your skin, a warmth leaving your cheek. only to search for your hand, again, cradling it in his larger palm. placing it right over his chest, against the soaked material of his blouse. âfeel that?â
you do. a rhythmic rise and fall, a soft flutter from the depths of his ribcage. as if itâs itching to break out, out of the cage that binds it, the hardened shell around it. a heart too big for his body.
âitâs you,â satoru whispers. âall for you.â
a moment passes.
silently, you lean forward; tucking yourself into his neck. into that comforting warmth, wet skin beginning to dry, a steady thrum of his heart right by your ear. you listen. not saying a word, afraid of what might leave the confines of your strangled throat. it feels as if your heart has begun to crawl upwards, sweet honey blocking your airways, and all you can do it feel it pulse.Â
all while satoru gazes at you, fondly. placing a big palm on the back of your head.
fireflies dance in the distance. strings of lilacs bloom under the glow of the moon. and satoruâs heartbeat never changes, never falls out of tune, a sound you would recognize even if the world were to end. the sound that saved you, the boy who dragged you out of hell. into his light.Â
satoru gojo is everything. heâs the beat of your heart, the silver of your sword, the reason you believe in goodness. heâs your prince, your favorite person, and youâll protect him until your very last breath. until the world runs out of oxygen.
a boy so sweet youâd die for him.
(a boy so sweet he wouldnât want you to.)
a shiver runs down his spine â sudden, a shudder of his bones, and a quiet little sniffle. you feel it, hear it, and donât attempt to bite back the fond smile that slips into the curve of your lips.
âcâmon,â you beckon, almost a coo, placing your palms on his chest to hoist yourself up. âletâs go back.â
but satory shakes his head. and then he traps you again, strong arms around your waist, pressing you against him. you could escape â youâre almost certain youâre stronger â but you donât quite have the heart to. âitâs fine,â he huffs. almost a whine. âstay.â
âyouâll get sick.â
âi never get sick.â
a deep exhale. tumbling from your lips, just a little bit humorous. mostly exasperated. âthat can change,â you mumble, fingertips tapping against his exposed skin.
a smile. one you canât see, but you hear it clear as day. he sounds content, like heâs got everything he needs right in front of him. âsome things never change,â he hums. pleased. âjust look at us.â
and heâs right. so you donât say anything else.Â
but your heartbeat quickens, only for a beat or two, and youâre almost certain he feels it. if he does, he opts not to tease you for once, and youâre grateful. and so the silence lingers. as if time has begun to freeze, into an eternal dusk, a string of silent seconds. broken only by low melodic chirping from the faraway fields, soft breaths in your ear.Â
until satoru suddenly chuckles.
âhey,â he hums, shifting a little, the river swaying around you. pulling back to meet your gaze, eyes crinkled and voice raspy. âwanna know a secret?â
you raise your head. a dubious look on your face, one that has him breathing out an amused puff of air, like youâre getting ready to hear a bad joke. â... what is it?â
before the words have fully left your throat, heâs resting his forehead against your own â breath fanning over your lips. a pleasant shiver trails down your spine, at the close proximity, goosebumps spreading across your chilled skin. only exacerbated by the whisper that follows, so quiet you almost donât know if you heard him correctly. childlike in its sincerity. a sunlaced smile woven in between the vowels.
âi think i was born to meet you.â
(a sentiment so sweet you barely even feel the warmth of his lips meeting yours.)
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more pronoun and sexuality headcanons, but this time for haikyuu :)))) this will probably be in multiple parts, so yeah part 1, part 2, ... first up, we have karasuno
 hinata: he/they, yes i can and will make all my faves he/they's, you cant stop me anywyas hinata thinks gender is stupid, who cares when volleyball exists. hes also bi, and kageyama was his bi awakening in middle school during that one game bc kageyama is so infuriating but he's also really really attractive. he's had crushes on kageyama, yamaguchi, yachi, and kenma. hes also thought that kuroo, akaashi, oikawa, atsumu (ew), and kyoko are really really attractive. he might have a thing for setters, idfk. if there were more female characters associated with karasuno, i'd give him more fem characters to crush on, but there arent any which is a crimeÂ
kageyama: he/him, standard cis boi. also thinks gender is stupid bc volleyball but doesnt realize this until he talks to hinata and yamaguchi about it. he's content with he/him pronouns tho, bc he's used to them and he doesnt really think about these things much. hes homosexual and demiromantic.
 yamaguchi: they/he/she, pretty much good with any pronouns. found out they were non-binary in middle school, but didnt come out until highschool bc he was afraid how tsukki/people in general would react. tsukki now makes it his personal mission to kick the ass of anyone who misgender's yama on purpose. she's also panromantic and demisexual.
 tuskishima: he/him, cisgender male, big big homo. has known he was gay since he was a kid, but didnt come out to anyone. didnt really feel the need to, its his buisness and no one elses. no one really knew for sure until tsukki just came home one day and was like "me and yamaguchi are dating" to his mom and brother.
daichi: he/him, cis, bisexual, not much on him. he just vibes. def had a thing for michimiya and suga in his third year.Â
suga: he/they, gay, or rather, daichi-sexual. but i also read a fic about him and iwa getting together and it was pretty good ngl.Â
asahi: he/him, transman, his parents are supportive and let him get on testosterone in his first year of high school. thats the reason he refuses to shave his facial hair off, bc it took him like two years to grow it. he's demisexual and panromanticÂ
tanaka: he/him, cis, bicurious. really into girls, but he and noya have made out at least once and you cant change my mind.Â
noya: he/him, cis, bisexual. there was nothing straight about noya refusing to join the team unless asahi was there too and thats a fucking fact.Â
 ennoshita: they/them, I SAW ONE FIC ABOUT THEM BEING NONBINARY AND I NEVER REALIZED HOW AMAZING THAT IS UNTIL NOW. asexual, aromantic.Â
kinoshita: he/they, bisexual, he just has the v i b eÂ
narita: he/him, the token cis-het of the team.Â
yachi: she/her, cis, bisexual. there was nothing straight about her reaction to kyoko holy shit ive never seen a more queer coded characterÂ
kyoko: she/her, transwoman, lesbian. once the guys find out that shes a lesbian, they start to back off more (cough cough tanaka and noya) but those two will still send the flirty comment every once in awhile just because theyre dum dums and forget. it never really makes kyoko uncomfortable, mainly bc shes confident in her abilities to take them on in a fight and win. shes a badass, is what im sayin.Â
takeda: he/him, cis, gay, he begs too much to not be a bottom, im sorry but someone had to say it.Â
keishin ukai: he/him, cis, bisexual, he and takeda def were a thing for a bit no i will not take criticism.
anywyas yeah these are my headcanons. if you have a problem with them, please keep it to yourself :)
#there will be a part two bc seijoh exists#hakyuu#haikyuu headcanons#karasuno#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#yamaguchi#tsukishima#daichi#sugawara#asahi#nishinoya#tanaka#ennoshita#kinoshita#narita#yachi#kyoko#takeda#ukai#my headcanons
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