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rockingbytheseaside · 1 year ago

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Hi! I wanted to say I absolutely adore your art and headcannons! I wanted to ask if you would be interested in making a headcannon for our lovely harbingers where there is someone trying to sabotage their relationship with the reader like for example the person is saying that the reader is cheating or is saying mean things about the harbingers and that they have ,,proof" it is if course a lie. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to tho!

(Absolutely genius idea! Sorry to keep you waiting! I’m a slow writer…)

✦ When others try to sabotage your relationship with them

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

(tw: general mentions of violence and blood. sfw)

Being intimate with a powerful Fatui Harbinger provides the illusory dream of having riches, power, and status. Some watch you with hushed murmurs as you accompany your beloved with linked arms, looking all elegant beside him. Perhaps some people cannot comprehend how such a ruthless Fatuus can even court someone like you. Others simply cannot comprehend that status and money is not a key factor in your relationship.

✧ To crossfire with Pierro is to go against every single Fatui Harbinger. The Director is known far and wide as a man of cold words and power beyond the seven nations. All valuable intel and actions are reported to him first and foremost, as even the top Harbingers bow before him. You, on the other hand, were not meant to bow before him. The Jester shall never let you lower your head, because it is he who shall stoop to worship you.

However recently, a certain rumor reached his ears. His spies related to him info that certain Fatui soldiers, some lowly commoners at the bottom of the ranks, are spreading uncouth jabs about you and Pierro. Intel states that these fools think you infiltrated the Fatui and The Director’s inner circle by some intimate provocation and seduction; that you’re in it for the money and status.

Pierro’s gloved hands gripped the papers. Nevertheless, his expression is placid as always.

Thus, the culprit now sat in Pierro’s office, trembling as the room oozed with murderous silence. The Jester never raised his voice, nor did he question the man who “joked” about you. The fellow kept spitting apologies, begging for mercy. He knew it was futile to lie or waste the Director's patience.

And the Jester? It took everything in his power not to get his gloved hands bloodied. To hear someone accuse you - his most cherished, as a shallow harlot? Consequences shall be faced. Calming his boiling turmoil, Pierro continued to conduct himself professionally:

He made sure the man and his entire generation met their oblivion.

With the recruitment of his best spies, he ascertained that the culprit’s disappearance was not felt by a single soul, his entire family gone, and all traces of spread rumors eradicated. Above all, it was orchestrated so that you would remain unaware that anyone dared to tarnish your reputation.

You carried on with your life, blissfully unaware and undisturbed. Even now, you came in knocking on his office, asking: “Long day at work, honey? I can bring you some tea or coffee if you want.”

The Jester's smile returned, throwing away some crumbled documents into the trash can - “A tea break would be excellent, my divine.”

If it’s blood that needs to be spilled to protect you and his private affairs, then Pierro won’t think twice.

✧ For Il Capitano, the way of the blade speaks more for its wielder than words. If you wish to prove your stance, you better be prepared to face the First Fatui Harbinger, as his might will test you in a relentless duel of strength. So what do you think happened when Capitano overheard someone calling you “weak”? That his beloved does not deserve an ounce of his attention, because you are a meek being compared to the Harbinger?

His hand instantly found its place on the hilt of his claymore. He left no room for negotiation or doubt. He marched straight towards the culprit, unsheathed his weapon, and pointed the sharp point of his blade straight at the person.

“If you are so confident to spit such insolence about them, then you must be equally confident with your strength. Let your blade speak.”

The poor fool tried to defend himself with excuses. But his mocking meant nothing to the Captain’s weapon. Before you know it, there is an ongoing duel initiated by Il Capitano. The witnesses know that whoever is on the receiving end of his wrath has no chance of surviving. Not when a single swing of his weapon causes craters on the ground.

The man was about to collapse, accepting his violent demise. But just as Capitano was about to unleash his final lesson, your voice rang out amongst the crowd.

“Hey! Cease this commotion at once!” - you stepped up, your expression stern as you stood in front of your beloved. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the Captain’s already stoic body language shifted. His claymore was sheathed back to its place.

“My beloved, you shouldn’t have seen this…”

“And yet I did. It would’ve reached my ears anyway. What did I say about temperamental duels, Capitano? Morons are not worth it.”

“He called you weak. I cannot allow it.”

For a minute, Capitano kept his head hung low in reverence. You stood with your arms on your hips, scolding him. Was it not for your intervention, that person who vocally mocked you would’ve been lying dead now. Instead, you spared the offender, and the man was allowed to flee in humiliation.

The conflict was eradicated, and Capitano's imposing demeanor showed he didn't regret his actions. Considering how even Capitano bowed to your words, the accuser realized - you are not weak. Because if there was one person who made the First Harbinger go motionless then it was you.

✧ Today was a good day for Il Dottore, but you weren't sure why. He was a tad clingy, his steps laced with a sense of giddiness. Giving you extra squeezes while hugging, smothering you with longer kisses on the cheek. Even as you sat idly in his lab, you watched him as he worked on some paperwork with a grin.

Thus you questioned him, lazily strolling around his lab and observing the countless tools or vials. But he waved off his excitement, tapping his pencil over some papers - “Nothing of major importance, but I did have something interesting happen recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“An idiot made a pathetic attempt at spreading rumors about us.” - You stopped in your tracks, going still as you held some miscellaneous container with what seemed to be tissue samples. The Harbinger continued: “Some fool spoke behind your back; stating that anyone who is close with a heretical scholar is bound to be equally insane. They thought that if their words didn't reach you, then it's of no consequence.”

Your expression fell somber with each word Dottore spoke. He said it with such profound avidity, that his voice demonstrated threatening intent behind them. So he continued. “But you know me, dear. Nothing goes past me. Vile nicknames are nothing new to me. My work is not for the faint of heart, and those pesky cretins enjoy concealing their fear with profane titles. And they can call me whatever they want. However, I won't allow them to call you names. Not because of my work.”

You averted your gaze sadly onto the samples of veins and organs in vials. You pretended to inspect them, but your sorrow was more prominent. You suspected Dottore already did something, hence his unusual giddiness today. Thus, you inquired in a soft whisper - “So… what did you do?”

“I handled it, naturally.”

“...You did? What happened? To the person who said such things, I mean.”

“What happened? Dear, you're holding them in your hands right now.” - Il Dottore beamed, pointing at the vials of organs you held.

✧ Today, Scaramouche was eerily silent. You were accompanying him during one of his work expeditions, aiding him with certain formalities regarding his Fatui subordinates. The 6th had soldiers working under him, and although he did not care for their training, he did not tolerate any incompetent weaklings.

Therefore, you decided to lend a hand. You helped conduct a training program for his underlings, making sure all standards were met. It’s not the first time you did so, since The Puppeteer often placed you as the second in command whenever he was absent. And the Fatui soldiers did not conceal their thrill - it’s like you were their favorite substitute teacher who was more cheerful and forgiving than their superior.

Either way, Scaramouche saw that the mission was going smoothly. But soon, lightning would strike. A certain Fatuus, an agent in training, was getting too charmful with you. It was during the usual training assigned by you, and this person was focusing more on his conversation with you than his training:

Telling you how you are a remarkably skilled person. How it’s a marvel to see someone so delightful as you working alongside the Balladeer. How you shouldn’t waste your time with someone as aggravating as Lord Harbinger Scaramouche. He’s even leaning closer towards you.

You smiled uncomfortably, your attempts at polite disagreement did not work with this agent. Yet now you felt the static in the air, and that’s when you realized - Your beloved heard all of it.

On this usual, unassuming morning, Scaramouche walked silently and struck a man with lightning. All eyes turned towards the commotion as you stood behind the Harbinger. His fists were clenched, sparks of electro crackling from them.

He may have been silent the whole day, but don’t mistake his silence for impassivity.

“Next time, know your place,” - he seethed, standing over the person who endeavored to sweet talk you. He permitted his subordinates too much leeway, now they dare charm you with empty flirts. Scaramouche would’ve stomped that man’s head if he wanted, but he wouldn’t create such a grotesque scene in your presence. Instead, he turned away, held your hand, and pulled you away.

He gave you a day off, his mind already conjuring plans to deal with his underlings later. At least he scoffed out an apology. Not for what he did; he does not lament that. Just a small ‘sorry’ for giving you a quick fright. The lightning strike was very loud, after all.

✧ Pantalone often gets invited to luxurious meetings or extravagant galas. Any party that is attended by the richest man in Teyvat is a guarantee to make high-society elites turn heads. However, considering your prolonged relationship with your darling Pantalone, you know he secretly despises these social gatherings. Therefore, he takes you with him. Dressed in your finest, Pantalone proudly shows you off to the pompous aristocrats.

People would watch enviously, thinking to themselves: The Regrator’s sweetheart, spoiled by his riches. Your attire is as glorious as his expensive suit. His arm is tenderly linked with yours, always offering you his hand like a true gentleman whenever you two walk. Even as he conversed with various business partners, he always had to make sure his hand was around your waist or your hand.

This dotting behavior made certain ladies of Snezhnaya jealous. They could see you were not a noble-born, nor were you used to the attention during such gatherings. You just timidly accompanied him, and Pantalone kept rambling about you and your benign achievements. Childish, really. You’re probably someone who just ran after and clung to the Harbinger until he relented to keep you. Therefore, a group of ladies initiated the conversation:

“It’s a pleasure to meet a man such as yourself, Lord Harbinger.” and “Why, a man of your status is probably seeking some interesting company. Oh? You are with someone? My, my, I did not notice them.” or “Surely you desire connections worthy of your status, sir.”

Pantalone had mastered the art of courteous smiling, yet even his act was about to crack. He noticed the way these ladies tried to stand too close to him, pretend you were not in the picture, or even passively mock you. Their insolence stenches, and noticing your silent discomfort caused his heart to sting. But he had a plan.

“Why yes, you are right,” - Pantalone smiled with his charming looks “I do value my time, and it’s important to not waste it on shallow conversationalists. Oh, but it’s such a shame that the people in front of us are just that. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Pantalone turned to you, his arms encircling your waist while speaking such backhanded comments with triumphant smiles. The ladies’ smiles fell instantly, and you tried everything to avert your gaze. “Um, Pantalone? Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t bore ourselves with such lowly individuals? Hmm, I agree. There isn’t much to do here anyway, only the greedy will seek something in this superficial gathering. Oh well, let’s go so I can take you to dance, dear.” - Pantalone concluded in his usual enamoring tone “Ladies, if you would excuse yourself.”

In this world, the 9th of the Fatui Harbinger doesn’t excuse himself - others do. Therefore, he took you away, scoffing and checking up on you with hushed whispers. Pantalone was offended. Why do they assume it was you who desperately sought out the rich Harbinger? Little do they know it was Pantalone who used to run and seek your attention just to be yours. Honestly, they’re discrediting his neediness for you.

✧ Should anyone meddle with Tartaglia’s personal life, they are picking up a brawl. Someone dares to flirt with you? His fists are ready. Someone said something unwelcoming about you? Anything in the vicinity can be used as a weapon. Someone endangers his relationship? Their life is now in danger.

Of course, you’re the one who consistently yanked him out of these fights. Usually, it’s nothing serious, as when you scold your boyfriend for such reckless behavior it ends with his heartfelt words and apologetic chuckles. He finds solace in embracing you from behind, gently enfolding his arms around your shoulders, reassuring himself that all is well.

However, Tartagia is still a Harbinger. Away from home, he’d personally search for intel on the culprit who dares to offend your relationship. Names, records, locations, anything to keep tabs on those who think they can drag his family into bloodshedding matters. Tracking is of no issue, after all, when he was still a young rookie, training as a Fatui agent was just the first step.

Once he determines the offender, he’ll pay a discreet visit to them. And this time, without you dragging him away from fights, there is no place for mercy or jests.

At night, Childe returned home, cheerful as the sight of you getting ready for bed welcomes him. Yet in the dim lights, you’d gasp and approach him with concern, catching traces of smeared blood on his face or hands.

Ajax would just smile; he didn’t need to explain. Instead, he would quietly approach you from behind and envelop his arms around your shoulders in quiet stillness.

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alexiroflife · 3 months ago

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"an angel restored"

part 2 of "a bird's song"

satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: satoru brings you, his dead soulmate, to shoko in hopes of healing you.

to sum it up: you're satoru's soulmate, and a life without you is inconceivable

WC: 4,320

Warning(s): intense grief, mentions of death/reader death, angst to comfort

Satoru paces back and forth heavily, feet clomping against the marble floors as pearly white teeth nibble at his fingernails. His stomach is in knots, his eyes shot red from exhaustion, heartbreak, and mourning.

The image of you splayed out on the ground in a puddle of your own blood is ingrained in his head. He has not slept a wink for the past twenty-four hours, for the memory is too vivid. It is burned into his mind as something he is unable to forget, something that will never leave him.

His chest feels heavy as though something is weighing him down, crushing into his windpipe. The anxiety bites away at him, spiking his heart rate and making him a restless mess. The strongest sorcerer of the modern age is at his very weakest, his most vulnerable, and if any of his enemies were made aware of his current state, they would surely swarm in to take advantage.

Nevertheless, Satoru would fight them off, crushing each cursed being within the very palms of his hands as he'd stare coldly into their eyes. For as long as it meant protecting you, giving Shoko enough time to work a miracle, saving you from further danger than you're already in, not a thought would cross his hurried mind before killing, destroying, or squashing any imposing threat.

Amid Satoru's stupor of unfathomable grief upon discovering your body, it dawned on him to rush you to Shoko. His mind was not in the right space, for he did not think to ponder how long your body had been laying lifeless there - a factor that would absolutely play a role in whether Shoko would be successful in healing and reviving you or not.

But Satoru did not care. The moment the thought crossed his mind, he was on his feet with you clutched to his blood-drenched chest and teleporting you into the RTC infirmary.

Satoru trembled when he made eye contact with the stupefied brunette, his entire body shaking in response to feeling your cold flesh against his. He could feel the lifelessness of you, and it made him nauseous and feral with unease. This was not you. This could not be you. Shoko had to fix you, and there was no other option.

There was no other solution to this predicament.

Satoru struggled to part with you as he brought you to a cold slab and lay you down on it gently. He stared down at your face, wounded. A hole resided in your lower right abdomen where you must have been struck the fatal blow, for you had lost a significant amount of blood as it stained the entire lower half of your body.

The blue-eyed sorcerer's lip trembled uncontrollably, hands twitching at his side to reach for you, but something within him stopped him. As though he was petrified.

The melody of a songbird rang throughout his ears like a piercing siren, like an auditory mockery of what the world has stripped from him, of how helpless it has left The Gojo Satoru.

His jaw clenched, his brows pinched, and a strained whimper was caught in his tight throat as he fought off the cries threatening to spill. His darling, his light, his angel had dimmed before him, and now he clings to his last chance, his last hope of holding onto you. Of getting his soulmate back.

Not once has Satoru confessed to being in love with you in all his years of devoting his heart to yours, and before, he did not feel that he needed to express so due to the strength of your connection. What was felt and shared between the two of you was so strong that it was unsaid, that it was felt radiating through the very core of the earth as though the universe itself brought the two of you to each other.

But now, that is all Satoru can think of - how he never told you the depth of his feelings. How he never got to feel the sweet softness of your lips, swimming into his, how he never got to whisper his intense adorations into your ear as the two of you entangled in one another's bare limbs in the stillness of dawn, how he never got to clasp your hand in his as he bent down before you on one knee and swore to serve you as a lifelong partner, as someone who would never let you get hurt.

But he did just that. He let you slip away from his sight. He let this horror happen to you.

And Christ, if nature willed you to enter his life and bring meaning to it, then it was only fair for it to return you to him to fulfill your fate. You are his. He is yours, and not even death is enough to disrupt the magnetic pull that keeps you both together.

Satoru's hands are stained for you. The world now quivers in fear for your sake. His occupation, his morality, his very livelihood are in jeopardy because of you, because Satoru would do anything to avenge your soul, to honor you in death when he could not in life. He is in trouble for his actions after taking you to Shoko, but he does not care. He would murder millions and call his work divine if he were doing so to keep you safe, to keep you loved, to keep you alive.

Your worth transcends morality, transcends the rules of the world in which he inhabits. He would die happily in your place if it meant seeing your breath restored.

Satoru is petrified. It has been over a day, and he still has not gotten word from Shoko about your state. He understands that he is asking a lot of the woman, but she grew up with you, him, and Suguru all the same. She witnessed firsthand the love you two hold for each other, and therefore, she knows that if this can not be done, the world will end for sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike.

Because Satoru's sanity and overall being begins and ends with you.

The ivory-haired man can not imagine it. He can not imagine never being able to gaze upon your breathtaking face again, never being able to hear the sweet, honeyed tone of your voice ramble away your thoughts to him, never holding your delicate hand in his palm again, feeling your skin warm against his as he guides you close by.

Your big (e/c) eyes swollen with passion and wisdom and enchantment. Your (h/c) hair that captures the light every time you step into the sun. The smoothness of your soft (s/c) skin. Your beautiful arms, your beautiful legs, your beautiful lips, nose, fingers.

The rumble of your bright laughter, the way you bare all your teeth and keel over in hysterics, gripping onto Satoru's thigh for stability. The dent in your brow when he has done something to aggravate you. The flush of your cheeks when his hand brushes the small of your waist, and the way you bashfully turn to look to the side to avoid further embarrassment.

The gentle, maternal manner in which you teach your students. Your thoughtful urge to bring Satoru treats from his favorite bakeries and sweet shops. And god, the unsaid affections that linger on your tongue when the two of you are alone in each other's company late at night, swapping secrets and fears and expressions of appreciation.

Satoru's heart pangs at the memory of you, the memory he so desperately hopes to be revived... to not be lost along with you.

It has barely been over a day, and it feels as though a part of him has hollowed, like a hole has punctured through his chest where his heart once was.

He is nothing without you. He needs you, his light, his love, his sunshine, his soulmate. A life without you is a life not worth living. You are everything. You are the earth, the moon, the stars, and Satoru's very reason for breathing.

So this has to work. It must, or else he will lose all sense of himself.

The sun has set once more, time melding into yet another night spent without you. Satoru is cold, stiff as he stares ahead in an empty daze. He sits in the hall on the floor, his back pressed against the wall beside the door that leads to his estranged heart.

The birds' chirping has ceased for the day, and suddenly he finds himself in complete silence.

It was never silent when you were around.

The immense pain that grips Satoru has seized him in a state of paralysis. He has not eaten, drunk water, or moved from this very spot for... he is not even sure how long now.

It's so cold without you. So grey, so vacant. He is surprised the world has dulled itself now, of all times, and not when he first found your body.

The fair sorcerer shivers once more. He is impatient. He is angry. He is devastated. He sifts between a range of emotions as he wastes away in this sterile, unfeeling hallway, awaiting his sentence. Awaiting yours.

He almost does not think that the sound of the metal door creaking open to his left is real until he hears a gentle call of his name fall from Shoko's lips.

His head snaps up, and when he examines her face, he is quick to snap out of it and scramble to his feet.

What is this excitement intermixed with dread? This terror flooding into hope? Despite being oblivious to whatever news he is preparing to hear, he is upright at the thought of you, at the long-lost sight of your friend that could either mean happiness or eternal damnation.

The said brown eyed woman appears exhausted. Dark circles encase her heavy eyes, and flyaways stick out from her normally shiny hair. Satoru sees the tireless work plain on her face, and he remembers how thankful he is to have such a talented, hardworking woman as a friend to him and to you.

Satoru studies her face closely, unable to even utter the words to ask about what she has to say. He stares at her wide-eyed with parted lips and a neck craned forward. He is on the edge of his seat, buzzing with anticipation and indescribable fear.

He worries for the worst. He stills at the notion that you could be truly gone, that Shoko did everything she could but to no avail. He awaits apologetic tears, a downcast gaze, or a weighted sigh, but none comes.

Instead, Shoko's lips press together in a pinched, relieved smile. Her eyes catch a look that Satoru has never seen before, one that she has likely hidden away time and time again in her line of work. Ever the stoic, indifferent woman, the fluorescent lights overhead glimmer in her gaze as she shares an unspoken affirmation with the man before her.

Satoru's heart jumps, for he confuses the flutter with an oncoming heart attack. He is still frozen as Shoko moves to hold the door wide open, standing to the side and practically inviting the six-eyed sorcerer inside.

The man's nose flares and a breath he did not know he had been holding leaves him.

He moves quickly, dashing into the room he had been kept from for what felt like eons.

He is suddenly breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stops in shock.

You turn to look at him slowly, a thick blanket wrapped over your bare shoulders. The color has only just begun to return to you. You look so frail, but Satoru knows you are alive before him the moment your eyes lock with his, and the world goes mute.

Your face morphs with emotion, tears welling immediately in your eyes and face scrunching as you take him in.

And you're there. Real, in the very flesh he knows and loves all too well. His eyes do not dare rip from yours, for he momentarily thinks he is dreaming until the sound in the room returns when your chapped lips part to speak so gently, so wistfully, so frightened and yet reprieved.

"Satoru," you whimper.

And suddenly, the strongest sorcerer can breathe.

He trips over himself running over to you. A harsh vocalized gasp leaves him when his body meets yours, long arms encasing you tightly and pulling you into him as though he has been starved of you, which he has.

He feels you shake against him as a sob wracks your body, and he knows this is real. The scent of you, the feel of you, the warmth that was once lost to him.

Gojo's vision blurs over as he embraces you graciously, tilting his chin into your hair and screwing his eyes tightly. He heaves out a choked cry, blubbering to you as you cry into his chest, fingers clinging into the fabric of his clothing, afraid to let go.

There are no words for Satoru in this moment, none that could describe all that he is feeling. His heart is hammering into his ribs as he wraps you up into him, savoring your hold for all it is worth.

"Toru," you wail into him, shaking. All you can remember is the sharp pain that pierced through your body, the sensation of your own guts threatening to spill out, and a life with Satoru never lived flashing before you as everything went black.

You thought you were dead. You thought you would never see him again.

You cling to him harder, bawling, afraid to let go of what could have been lost to you. "T-Toru, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, (Y/n). Oh baby," he snivels, hardly able to breathe himself. He pulls back ever so slightly. You feel his hands move from around you to cup the sides of your head and sweetly urge you to look up. "Don't apologize to me. Please don't. Come here, pretty girl, let me see you, yeah? Let me get a look at your face," he wills in a broken whisper.

You oblige slowly, carefully peeling your head from his now-soaked shirt to look up at him. He hovers mere centimeters away from your face, his godlike nature captured by an ethereal sentiment: shiny tears streaking over his cheeks as he soaks in the sight of you.

He twitches, huffing out a short breath of disbelief. His crystal hues roam over your face, taking in every detail, every line, every lash, every tremble in your muscles. His large hands hold your cheeks safely, thumbs swiping over the dampness collecting in your eyes and smearing over your skin. Satoru shakes his head slightly to himself, the intense curve of his brows giving himself away.

You're alive. You're alive and restored to him. His nightmare is over.

"God, you're so beautiful," he weeps, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. The compliment makes you cry even harder as a brief, stunned smile catches Satoru's lips in between his tears. "You're gorgeous, (Y/n). I missed this face so much. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you mewl. "I thought I lost you."

"I thought I-" Satoru is about to agree, but he can't bring himself to utter the words, to let what could have happened to you fabricate itself in such a joyful moment. The thought tears away at him, makes him ache, and he bites down on the inside of his lip to keep himself from spiraling. "I was so scared. I was terrified that I lost you too."

"I should've been more careful."

"No, no, no," he denies your guilt. "You did everything you could. I shouldn't have let you go in the first place. I had such a bad feeling and I - I let you," his heart clenches. "I always vowed to protect you and I broke that vow."

Your hands find his wrists as you hold them delicately, the very contact sending shivers down Satoru's spine. To have you back again, touching him, still does not feel real. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was, (Y/n). I'm the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and I couldn't save you. I should have stopped you. I should have talked to Yaga. I shouldn't have let you walk away, (Y/n). I'll never let you walk away from me again."

His voice is wavering, yet his tone is earnest, stern. There is such severity in his words, such unforgivable anger with himself, and such intense ardor for you. He reaches for you with his speech, latches onto you, embraces you with his soft, weak tone.

"That's not your burden, Toru. I was careless. Don't carry this weight. Please."

"You are my world, (Y/n)," he urges. "You are everything good in this world and in my life. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I go to work, the reason I fight, the reason I eat, the reason I breathe. You're my heart. You're - you're everything, and I let my reason for being slip through my fingers. You have to understand, this is my burden. I let you go. I'm not supposed to do that."

You blink up at him, frowning, heart swelling.

"Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I found you? Do you know what it felt like to think that I was never gonna see you again?"

You tighten your lips, glassy eyes holding his. "I do, Toru. I was so scared when it all happened. I was only thinking about you... about being away from you."

"Me too." Another shudder wrecks Satoru's body as he ducks down to press his forehead to yours. You close your eyes with a sigh. "Me too, baby. I was terrified. So terrified."

He ducks to press soft kisses to your cheek, cradling your head in his hands as saltiness catches onto his mouth. You whimper softly, leaning into him with yearning. The contact of his lips to your skin is cautious, sugary and thankful. You feel his love and his warmth as he presses into you as though you're nothing but a fragile piece of glass. He kisses your forehead once, then twice, then slowly moves to peck the bridge of your nose before landing back on your cheek. His kisses are pillowy, lingering reminders that he is here now, that you will never have to be alone in darkness again.

"I've got you," he murmurs when you begin to shake with a cry again, the tip of his nose dragging over your skin as his lips follow. "I got you. You're safe. It's just me and you. It always will be."

"I didn't mean to do this to you," you quiver. "I'm sorry."

"Shhh," his hush drifts into your ear. His hand goes to stroke your head, lashes fluttering. God, he's grateful. He's so grateful. "You have no reason to apologize. It's all over now. It's okay."

He kisses the crown of your head and pulls back to look at you again. The two of you are nothing but leaky, lovesick eyes and shallow breaths. "How are you feeling. sunshine? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He looks down at the bandages around your midsection peaking through your blanket-shield.

"I'm fine, Toru," you want to dismiss him, too occupied by his very presence to worry about yourself.

"Are you sure? You'll tell me if anything's wrong, right?"

"Yes," you go to cup his face in your hands now. Satoru visibly relaxes, pupils dilating and heart buzzing as he takes in the familiar feel of your hands on his face. "I'm okay. I'm here."

You are here. As beautiful as the day his life ended.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm here for good," you assure him in a hushed voice, the same voice both of you have been speaking in since he burst into the room. "Thank you for saving me."

"I didn't-"

"You did. You didn't give up on me. You brought me here even when it didn't look like I was gonna make it, and that's more than enough. Thank you, Toru. Thank you."

Satoru assumes you have spoken with Shoko before him entering, given the way you express knowledge of how close of a call this was.

"There was no thought in my mind, (Y/n). I had to try. That was the least I could do. I could never give up on you."

He brushes hair away from your face to kiss your forehead again. He looks at you, your doe eyes, and your trembling lips. He swoons.

"You're so pretty."

"Satoru, I just rose from the dead, naked," you find yourself chuckling dryly for a moment, unsure of how Satoru can see such beauty in such a drab circumstance.

"And you're so pretty. My pretty girl."

You flush, for his pet names for you never cease to make you nervous. "Toru..."

"You're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth. You know that?" he stares into your soul, void of his usual mischief. He is completely, utterly serious as he presents his vision of you, enamored. "So smart, and compassionate, and lively, and funny, and kind, and so beautiful. You are breathtaking to me."

His earnestness makes you shift. Whatever is left of your smile falls as his speech envelops you. Satoru has always showered you with compliments and affections, but never in such a way, never as sincere as he appears before you now.

There is something weighing on him. You can tell. It is burning him from the inside out as he continues to look at you as though in awe. His snowy lashes flutter, pink lips releasing soft exhales, and his brilliant eyes hypnotize you as they always have. You can not handle the way he looks at you with such intensity, as though you are the only person to exist in his eyes.

He feels the restoration of his soul the longer he looks at you and soaks you in. He feels nature piecing the two of you back together, reuniting soulmates momentarily parted by brief tragedy.

The room livens, and a song twinkles its way into his mind and his heart. A light, frilly tune chirping away, leading Satoru back to the early mornings he lay wide awake, and the moment he first lay eyes on you almost twenty years ago.

He hears it, the song of the dawning sky. He hears the birds chirping again as they bring you back to him. He hears the song of his love for you.

And he can not contain such bliss in experiencing you any longer.

"I love you," he breathes. The confession lingers in the air, embedding itself into the shocked silence. Your brows lift, and your eyes catch even more light, which Satoru had previously doubted was possible. He lets the words sit for a moment, reveling in them and what it means to verbalize them to you. "I have loved you from the moment I met you, (Y/n). You're my person. I can't imagine a life without you. I love you. I love you more than anyone could love anything."

And you know this. You've known it for years, but hearing him say it out loud has your stomach swarming with butterflies and your ears ringing. The world's most beautiful man, its most sacred treasure, and your very heart and soul in human form professed his love for you, and you can do nothing but stare.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again. I'll go wherever you go. My life started with you, and I intend to end it with you, too. I love you."

The tears are coming again, but you do not fight them. You let them take you as Satoru overwhelms you with the love you always knew you shared.

You inhale shakily, searching all through his dark eyes. "I love you too," you sigh as if the proclamation is as easy as breathing. "I always have. You're my soulmate, Toru. There's never been anyone else for me. I wanna stay by your side forever."

With that, vibrant color pours into the bland room. A symphony of pigment over canvas splatters about. The far-off mountains sing and the stars twinkle in delight at their destined pair.

Satoru's world rebuilds itself before his eyes. You glow in his vision, serving as the very source of all the color he sees and the music he hears. His vision is blurred again as joy overcomes him, for he is whole.

"My baby," he whispers, guiding himself slowly into you, palms brushing your jaw as you hold his own. "I love you so much. Thank you for coming back to me."

"I'll always find my way back to you, my love."

He seals your promise with a warm kiss. His lips touch yours softly, pushing in ever so slightly and breathing you in. Goosebumps sprout over your skin, and a large hand slides to cup your chin, holding you to him. You both hum, enchanted, relieved, and pieced back together.

Shoko watches from afar, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She breathes out a deep exhale and closes her eyes, satisfied that her hard work brought you back to them. Now, you all could rest.

She goes to close the door and step out for a much-needed smoke break to give the two of you some privacy with one another before she has to return. The two of you are none the wiser, encased in your own bubble of hushed decrees of everlasting love and prolonged, messy kisses.

A distant warbled song proceeds in celebration of the angel that has been restored to the earth and Satoru alike.

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yeah-thats-probably-it · 7 months ago

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Once again tumblr is silencing my voice by not letting me add more than 30 tags. Okay the rest of what I was going to say is that if you gave him an assignment that was simple and out of the way enough, even upstairs, he might be able to stick it out for a couple hours. Another factor that determines how long that might be is where this is happening. Is he at Brinkley Court? Then Aunt Dahlia and the other servants (whom he seems to be on good terms with) will cover for him. No matter what he screws up, “oh, that’s Barry! He’s just new here!” Jeeves might be able to work something similar at a different manor house (presuming Bertie’s face isn’t already known there) if he’s on good terms with any of the servants there. They might agree to take Bertie under their wing as a favor to Jeeves. It also depends on whether Jeeves himself is there to help him, whether they’re working in the same area of the house, and if they’re able to inconspicuously pull each other aside to confer.

In conclusion: can’t answer question, too many variables

#this is tough because i kind of have to add some nuance #regarding the wording of the question itself #the question being asked is not how long he would last before getting found out #it’s how long he would last before saying/doing something inappropriate #the answer to the latter question is ‘within the hour’#because bertie’s model for what a proper servant is supposed to act like is jeeves. and jeeves says and does inappropriate things constantly #jeeves is not normal. he is not passing on good servantly practices. bertie does not understand that his own willingness to listen to #long lectures about pearls and shakespeare is not universal to all employers #however if the implicit question is how long before he’s caught that could vary a lot more depending on a range of factors #first of all as some have already noted i think bertie is smarter than he presents himself as #in the show he can’t make tea even with a manual but i don’t believe there’s any such scene in the books #he often is very vague about the details of jeeves’ valeting activities which could be taken to mean he doesn’t understand them #but could also just be conservation of detail or simply not seeing it as that important #everyone at this time knows what a valet does - we don’t need a detailed word picture about it #bertie has every detail of jeeves’ facial expressions and body language memorized #that speaks to many hours of staring at him and observing him #i believe bertie has spent enough time watching jeeves to grasp the basic theory of much of what he does #he would perform the task of ironing a shirt terribly but he COULD perform it #he understands the basic steps of 1. lay shirt on ironing board 2. pour water into iron 3. plug in iron #(electric steam irons were invented 1926 they could have had one from very good jeeves onwards)#and the end result would be a shirt with creases in all the wrong places that has nevertheless clearly been pressed with an iron #i think he could pass for a BAD servant for at least the better part of a day #as prev said he has better chances downstairs #you could hand him a dirty pot and a scouring pad and some soap and tell him to scrub it #upstairs he’s on very thin ice. again like prev said he has an expressive face and no filter #however i’m going to say that if he REALLY put everything he had into it he might be able to last an hour or two. again because of how much #he’s observed jeeves. if he kept mentally repeating ‘stuffed frog face. stuffed frog face stuffed frog face’ (there is a chance he would #eventually accidentally say this out loud) he could probably do a just plausible enough impression of a very distracted spaced out servant #who probably jumps every time someone speaks to him #if he DOES have to speak he knows a few scripted lines from jeeves but again jeeves is not the best model for talking like a proper servant

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astrofaeology · 25 days ago

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Neptune in the houses

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ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by reposting, liking, following me. Neptune represents the unconditional and all things fantasy. It rules over acting and the arts, however it also rules over illusions and addictions.

1st house This placement suggests a loss of identity of molding yourself into what the other party wants.However, this placement can also make it challenging to establish a clear sense of self, sometimes leading to confusion about your identity or a tendency to project an idealized image. Nevertheless you appear as a mystery but at the same time highly empathetic and vulnerable. Neptune is like a sponge and it wonders and it’s mythical.

2nd house your relationship with money and possessions can be quite fluid, and almost freel. You might have an idealistic view of wealth, perhaps seeing it more as a means to achieve spiritual or charitable goals rather than for personal gain. There could be an element of uncertainty or even self-deception when it comes to your finances, making it challenging to keep a firm grasp on your resources. It's important to be realistic about your financial dealings and to avoid schemes that seem too good to be true. You might also find value in intangible assets or derive a sense of security from creative and spiritual pursuits.

3rd house this placement suggests that your communication and learning styles are deeply influenced by intuition and imagination. You might be highly empathetic in conversations, often picking up on unspoken cues. However, your thoughts might sometimes be a bit scattered or vague, making it difficult to express yourself clearly. There's a potential for misunderstandings or a tendency to idealize your relationships with siblings or close relatives/ your school days may appear as a haze. You might also have a talent for creative writing, poetry, or spiritual teachings, and enjoy subjects that delve into the mystical or philosophical.

4th house your home life and family roots can be tinged with an air of idealism, mystery, or even some confusion. You might have idealized memories of your childhood or your parents, or perhaps there's a sense of sacrifice or illusion surrounding your early environment. Your home might be a sanctuary for you, a place where you can escape and dream, or it might feel a bit chaotic or undefined. There's a deep need for a spiritual connection within your home. It's important to establish clear boundaries within your family and to create a home environment that fosters clarity and peace, rather than allowing for escapism or disorder.

5th house your creativity, romance, and self-expression are imbued with a dreamy and idealistic quality. You might be drawn to artistic endeavors that allow you to express your deepest intuitions or spiritual insights, such as music, dance, or photography. In love, you might tend to idealize your partners, potentially overlooking their flaws or getting caught up in a romantic fantasy. It's important to approach creative projects with discipline and to be realistic in your romantic expectations. You might also find great joy in working with children in a compassionate or healing capacity, or in creative activities that involve service to others.

6th house your daily routines, work, and health can be influenced by sensitivity, intuition, and sometimes a tendency towards ambiguity. You might be drawn to professions that involve healing, service, or creative expression, where you can help others in a compassionate way. However, you might also find it challenging to stick to a rigid schedule or to define clear boundaries at work, potentially leading to feeling overwhelmed or taken advantage of. When it comes to health, you might be particularly sensitive to environmental factors or have conditions that are difficult to diagnose. It's important to establish healthy routines that support your well-being and to seek out alternative or holistic approaches to health if needed.

7th house your one-on-one relationships, especially partnerships and marriage, can be characterized by idealism, compassion, and sometimes a degree of illusion. You might tend to idealize your partners, projecting your deepest desires onto them, which can lead to disappointment if they don't live up to your expectations. There might be a spiritual or even fated quality to your significant relationships. It's important to see your partners clearly, with both their strengths and their weaknesses, and to avoid situations where boundaries are blurred. You might be drawn to partners who are artistic, spiritual, or in need of your compassion, and your relationships can be a source of profound spiritual growth.

8th house your experiences with shared resources, intimacy, and transformation are deeply imbued with a mystical or sometimes confusing quality. You might have an intuitive understanding of the hidden depths of life, including taboo subjects or psychological complexities. There could be an element of sacrifice or self-deception around shared finances or inheritances, so it's important to be clear and practical in these matters. In intimate relationships, you might seek a spiritual merging, but there's also a potential for blurred boundaries or a lack of clarity. This placement often indicates a strong connection to the spiritual realms and an intuitive understanding of life's mysteries, but it's important to remain grounded.

9th house your beliefs, philosophies, and quest for higher knowledge are highly intuitive and idealistic. You might be drawn to spiritual or mystical traditions, or have a deep yearning to explore the unseen aspects of life. There's a strong desire to transcend ordinary reality and connect with something larger than yourself. However, this placement can also make you susceptible to believing in unrealistic ideas or being swayed by charismatic but misleading gurus. It's important to discern what truly resonates with your spirit and to ground your spiritual pursuits in practical reality. You might have a gift for teaching or inspiring others through your unique spiritual insights.

10th house your career, public image, and life direction can be influenced by idealism, compassion, and sometimes a degree of ambiguity. You might feel a strong pull towards a career that involves service, healing, or the arts, where you can make a difference in the world. However, your career path might not always be clear, and you might experience periods of confusion or uncertainty about your professional goals. There's a potential for your public image to be somewhat elusive or idealized. It's important to define your professional goals with clarity and to maintain integrity in your public dealings. You might be seen as inspiring or visionary in your chosen field.

11th house your friendships, social groups, and aspirations for the future are marked by idealism, compassion, and a desire for universal connection. You might be drawn to groups or causes that promote humanitarian ideals, social justice, or spiritual unity. Your friends might be artists, mystics, or those who are in some way marginalized. However, there's a potential for blurred boundaries within your friendships, or a tendency to idealize your social connections, which can lead to disappointment. It's important to choose your associations wisely and to ensure that your ideals are grounded in reality. You might be a source of inspiration and healing within your community.

12th house its energies are amplified, as this is the house traditionally associated with Neptune. This placement suggests a deep connection to the spiritual realms, the subconscious, and the collective unconscious. You might be highly intuitive, empathetic, and have a rich inner world filled with dreams and fantasies. There's a strong potential for spiritual awakening and a natural inclination towards compassion and self-sacrifice. However, you might also be prone to escapism, self-undoing, or feeling overwhelmed by the suffering of the world. It's crucial to establish healthy boundaries, to find creative or spiritual outlets for your sensitive nature, and to engage in practices that promote emotional and spiritual well-being. This placement can make you highly compassionate and artistic, but it requires conscious effort to avoid feeling lost or victimized.

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michellesneptune · 7 months ago

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HOW THE MOON SIGNS ACT WHEN THEY LOVE YOU pt. 2

cancer moon/4h

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this is really biased and feral but i feel like people are here for the tea??

although i think they can be extremely sweet and loving, my opinion remains the same: not all cancers are to be trusted. i think it’s heavenly to be in their good graces, but i also feel like the closer you get, the harder it becomes to be genuinely accepted by them. that is, of course, if they don’t see you as fully deserving of their love. i have yet to be in a relationship with a cancer sun/moon that gives me their full trust. i always feel like they’re frugal with their love towards me. their intentions seem a little hmmm unclear? like they will not speak up about something they don’t accept about you but slowly, in their hearts, they turn away from you??

i am of course speaking solely from my experience. moon is at home in cancer, embodying the archetype of Demeter — the goddess of fertility. when Demeter gets back her beloved daughter, she blesses the whole earth with months of fertile spring. however, when things don’t go her way and Persephone returns to Hades, everyone has to suffer from her sadness during the barren winter months.

if they perceive you as a really worthy partner, they will spoil you with affection. nevertheless, i’d rather not get the short end of their stick!

leo moon/5h

leos have this innate need to feel proud of their lovers. potential partners should possess the it factor about them, da special sparkle. this also applies to their friends! it makes sense, as the sun in them shines so bright, they want their people to illuminate as brightly.

i believe their standards are even higher than virgos’ or capricorns’ and it’s not talked about enough! leos will not engage with just anyone! they have this splash of royalty in them, they can sense a weak self-esteem from a mile.

they want to be able to talk and talk and boast about you. and they want you to make them feel like the only girl in the world.

but here’s the clue. if they feel like you’ve become too boring, their loyalty won’t let them break up with you but slowly the flames stop burning. i’ve seen this happen in a leo moon-taurus moon relationship which makes sense, as taurus prefers persistent, daily acts of service that build a steady, reliable love over time, whereas leo lives for the drama, for the promise of an eternal love, big displays of affection, achieving greatness together.

i’m so sorry if this sounds harsh. i find leo placements to be lovely, all the people i hold dearest to me have them (it’s my descendant sign!). they’re so so open and warm, nearly everything is easy with them.

scorpio moon/8h

i need a scorpio moon friend right. now.

they seem like small, adorable babies who will give up everything for the true, devoted love. their feelings’ depth knows no bounds. extremely loyal, obsessive in the best way possible, what they seek in the other person is a safe haven to hide all their emotions in.

they’re portrayed as very secretive and closed off, even manipulative, but inside they are dying to show somebody their real self. because yeah, behind the darkness there is a small sleepy kitten i feel like.

also here’s the thing: they didn’t choose the darkness, it chose them. their intensity is draining for you, but it’s them who have to deal with it non stop. their emotions are turbulent and it’s often hard to be peaceful, but if you’re willing to accept them as they are and share your own darkest vulnerabilities, they’re yours forever.

aquarius moon/11h

these natives are the best of friends that you could ever wish for! they’re extremely invested in their friend groups, always making sure to initiate contact and check in. they need this as much as they need to breathe and eat! as we know, aquarius is traditionally ruled by saturn, so maybe that’s why they act like glue, keeping their friendships alive, not letting the bonds fall apart as they often sadly do without proper nourishing!

in this situation though, a hierarchy is formed and, sorry to inform the hoes, you come after bros :((.

these guys can be so unpredictable with their feelings i guess there’s no formula on how to get them. i would say befriend them first and then be eccentric enough to still spark the electric interest, the one that they seek in potential partners.

what’s worth noting is the fact that aquarius is a fixed sign, so whatever their quirks may be, they ultimately are loyal and devoted. they are a great paradox and even if they seem detached, they pay attention to their surroundings. whom they need is a persona as big as theirs, someone that shares their passion for the world and everything it has to offer, preferably concerned with big ideas and humanitarian causes. they notice magic in the mundane so their spouse needs to be special as well! when they find you and you find them, you become their person.

the bond they create with lovers might seem unusual to those of more traditional views. aquarius natives need their time away and a lot of solo time to detach and recharge. however, in turn, they will blow your mind with extraordinary thoughts and you will never look at life the same!

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