#external radiation

[drpriya]

There are no specific blood tests that can definitively detect pancreatic cancer on their own. However, there are certain blood markers and tests that can be used in conjunction with other diagnostic methods to help assess the possibility of pancreatic cancer or monitor the disease's progression.

Some of the blood tests that may be considered in the evaluation of pancreatic cancer include:

CA 19-9 (Carbohydrate Antigen 19-9): CA 19-9 is a tumor marker that is often elevated in people with pancreatic cancer. However, it is not specific to pancreatic cancer and can be elevated in other medical conditions as well. CA 19-9 is most commonly used to monitor treatment response and disease progression in individuals with known pancreatic cancer.

CEA (Carcinoembryonic Antigen): CEA is another tumor marker that can be elevated in various types of cancer, including pancreatic cancer. Like CA 19-9, CEA is not specific to pancreatic cancer and is used in conjunction with other diagnostic tests.

Complete Blood Count (CBC): A CBC can provide information about the number of different blood cells, which can be affected by pancreatic cancer or its treatment.

Liver Function Tests: These tests measure the levels of certain liver enzymes and substances in the blood. Abnormal liver function test results can be a sign of pancreatic cancer or other liver-related issues.

Note that while these blood tests can raise suspicion of pancreatic cancer, they are not definitive diagnostic tools on their own. To confirm the presence of pancreatic cancer, further diagnostic procedures such as imaging tests, endoscopic examinations, and biopsies are typically required.

For the general population, the focus of a full-body checkup or general health screening typically includes monitoring for common health issues like high blood pressure, cholesterol levels, diabetes, and early detection of more prevalent cancers such as breast, colon, or prostate cancer. While these screenings are important, they are not specific for pancreatic cancer. Get full body checkups done to detect pancreatic cancer and other health diseases early.

[sk270114]

The side effects associated with the various radiation therapy techniques vary depending on the type, stage, location, and severity of the cancer being treated. The commonly associated complications with the different radiation therapy techniques include:

Hair loss at the treatment site of treatment

Skin irritation

Fatigue

Dry mouth

Sore throat

Difficulty in swallowing

Nausea

Tooth decay

Mouth ulcers

Change in the taste of food

Cough

Shortness of breath

Diarrhea

Vomiting

Irritation of the bladder

Frequent urination

Sexual dysfunction

There are many hospitals in Bangalore where radiation therapy is done with great success.

[lucalicatteart]

-- Poorly Constructed Enchanted Tool --

A small tool carved from a fruit tree seed. Energy to power the enchantment has seemingly run-out long ago, and the method of recharging is unknown - but, based on the appearance, it's very likely that this was once used for detecting magic. Usually, looking through the glass center would highlight areas of higher magical energy concentration present in the viewer's environment, even if they were otherwise obscured to the naked eye. While this form of enchantment itself is highly advanced, the craftsmanship of the item is far less neat or complex than what might be typically seen in similar devices. It may have been made as part of training/practice, or as a hasty replacement for a previous tool that had broken.

[locusustus]

clapping cheering et cetera

[torchickentacos]

Almost 1 am and, with the stabbing pain in my ear, I have a feeling I might have been dismissed/misdiagnosed at patient first today skdkdkkdkfjf… I’m not sure this is only otitis externa but I’ll go through with the treatment they gave me and see what happens :/ feels pretty fucking internal but sure.

[omegahospitals4]

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[desunhospital1]

Role Of Radiation Oncology In Cancer Management

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[sensualnoiree]

rising sign observations

Aries Rising Aries Ascendants’ path involves balancing their warrior spirit with mindfulness, learning to approach life’s battles with wisdom and compassion.

Taurus Rising Taurus Rising is learning to open up to change without losing their centeredness, finding beauty in both stillness and transformation.

Gemini Rising Their path encourages the integration of mind and spirit, balancing intellectual pursuits with emotional depth and intuition.

Cancer Rising Cancer Rising’s journey is to balance caregiving with self-care, understanding that their inner peace benefits everyone they care for.

Leo Rising Their spiritual growth involves recognizing their own worth without the need for external admiration, allowing their light to shine genuinely.

Virgo Rising Virgo Rising’s path involves accepting life’s imperfections and finding grace in service to others, understanding that growth is a process, not a destination.

Libra Rising Libra Ascendants are learning to find inner peace within themselves, embracing the fact that true balance starts from within and radiates outward.

Scorpio Rising Scorpio Rising’s journey involves finding the courage to let go and trust in the unknown, knowing that true strength lies in vulnerability and self-awareness.

Sagittarius Rising Their spiritual task involves grounding their expansive nature, recognizing that true growth includes a balance of exploration and commitment.

Capricorn Rising Capricorn Ascendants are learning to honor their inner needs alongside outer goals, embracing vulnerability as an integral part of their journey to true strength.

Aquarius Rising Aquarius Rising’s journey is about balancing intellectual detachment with heartfelt connection, finding harmony between individuality and unity.

Pisces Rising Pisces Ascendants’ path involves grounding their sensitivity, learning that they can be both compassionate and self-protective, allowing their gifts to flourish without self-sacrifice.

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[coquelicoq]

matoba has to feel so smug about this though. 1) oooh he WANTS me he NEEDS me he has to have me so bad that hes gotta come in here and make a scene about it and 2) hes just like me fr...

crashes ur board meeting n drags u out by the collar but its fine bc youre the one always saying shit like "im looking for people i can use" ok lol. get used idiot

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Stuck like glue

Request: "I'm going to scream your domestic character joining coop on his travels from her cabin is SO good 😭 I was wondering if you would write something with the same character in her cabin when coop turns up from nearby having taken one too many bullets? Or maybe he's sick and needs some jet. Some hurt/comfort fluffy sweetness"

A/N: Thank you to the awesome anon who sent the idea! Maybe not AS fluffy as we wanted, but there's for sure some soft Ghoul going on in here. And, oh yeah, the reader has a dog now. No description of said dog has been given, so please imagine as you'd wish.

Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader

WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence, brief mentions of sexual interaction.

Summary: Your favorite Ghoul needs to be patched up after a spat with some Raiders, and you always know just how to make him feel better.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Gif credit to @elisefrost from this set

You’re outside attempting to hang clothes to dry when you hear it. 

The soft but distinct sound of jingling metal comes from behind your cabin. You set one hand on the pistol strapped to your thigh and walk in that direction, eyes peeled for any movement. A bark echoes the sound from your porch, and you snap at your four-legged companion in an attempt to get him to stay. 

“Tiger!” You hiss. “Quit!”

 He relents with an indignant huff and returns to the porch, while the metallic noise keeps up in a steady pattern, akin to the cadence of a slow walk. You tilt your head at the thought and eventually move the hand off your pistol; only one person would dare tread this close in broad daylight with such carelessness.

“Coop?”

You don’t see him anywhere, but you’re almost certain it was the sounds of his old spurs that caught your attention. 

“Cooper if you’re tryna scare me, you know I'll gut you.” The threat is an empty one, but saying it gives you some hope that it’s indeed him and not a Raider or Slaver looking to score some loot. 

“No need, babydoll.” His voice sounds ragged, tired. “Don’t think I could scare a bunny rabbit at the moment.” 

You follow his voice to your left, and find the Ghoul leaned up against a tree. He’s practically swaying in the breeze, very apparently unsteady. You rush over just as he slides down and collides with the dirt.. 

“Cooper! What happened to you?” 

Your hands flutter up and down his arms, brusquely checking for any injuries. Nothing obvious jumps out at you, but he heals fast and external wounds are rare. A wheeze claws its way up his throat and morphs into a hacking cough. You recognize the sound as the need for a Vial, and grab at his bag. 

“Do you have any on you?” 

A stuttered cough answers. “Fresh out… s’why I came here.”

Your stash of Vials had been growing just about as long as you’d known Cooper. When you traveled together, he’d hand some off to you for safekeeping, and there always ended up being extras. Upon your return home, he’d tell you to keep them. It wasn’t shocking, given that he found his way back every couple of days.

“Alright, come on.” You crouch down and position yourself beneath Cooper’s arm. 

You can tell he’s weak by the way he leans into you, knees wobbling relentlessly as you pull him up. Another round of coughing wracks his body and you squeeze him reassuringly. 

“Couch isn’t far.” You chose your words carefully, avoiding any inkling of pity. Having an already deteriorating Ghoul is enough, let alone a defensive one who hates being pitied. 

Cooper does his best to keep up with your steps, but his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him through his jacket and hear him wheezing beside your ear. Stepping onto the porch gives him some trouble, but you manage to haul him up and inside the door. Tiger whines nervously, circling the pair of you as you trek inside. The Ghoul collapses onto the couch as soon as it’s within reach. 

After making sure Cooper’s not going to slide off the couch, you continue to the med-kit in your makeshift kitchen. The Vials are hidden at the very bottom, wrapped in cloth for extra cushion to prevent shattering. You decide there’s more than enough for him to take two, and carefully extract the mysterious chem. 

Cooper’s laid out on his back when you return with the Vials. One arm is thrown over his eyes and the other dangling off the side of the couch with Tiger perched beneath. The dog nuzzles his favorite person’s hand for attention, and it elicits a chuckle from you. Even as the only conscious person in the room, you were still second in Tiger’s eyes. 

“Coop.” You shake his shoulder gently. “Hey. Hey. Where’s your inhaler?”

You nudge his hat away and he blinks slowly. “Mmm.”

“Ok then.” You mutter and pat down his jacket, searching for the contraption he always carries. The coat yields no results, and you pat down his pants until you feel it tucked away into the pocket at his hip. “Finally.”

Cooper shuffles ever so slightly when you slip your hand into his pocket. “H-hey now. I know you love me, baby, but I-I ain’t got it in me right now.”

An errant smile pushes its way onto your lips. You snap the meds into place on his inhaler 

“Open up.”

He fails to heed your instructions, and you ultimately end up forcing the inhalant into his mouth. It never works instantly, but within a minute or so of administering it there’s movement. One of Cooper’s hands lifts to cup yours, puffing on the inhaler again. 

You release your hold on it and rock back onto the balls of your feet. It’s then you take note of the holes in his clothing, and run a hand down his chest. There’s numerous holes, some as big as your finger and others no larger than a pinhead. 

“Cooper, what happened to you?” You sit on the edge of the couch beside him as he takes his first deep breath without Chems. 

“I just turn’d in a bounty and some Raiders jumped me.” He looks down at your hand on his chest. “Bastards shot me ten or eleven times. Damn buckshot got me good.”

You nod. “I can tell. You were in a bad way, Coop.”

The Ghoul sits up slowly beside you so his legs can swing off the couch. “I’ll be good as new, soon as this stuff starts workin’ good.” 

Tiger hops up on the couch next to him, tail wagging with excitement. The dog licks your cheek on his way to Cooper and pushes his nose into the Ghoul’s shoulder. You chuckle at the interaction, patting the dog’s shoulders. Coopers are still hunched with exhaustion, and his deep-set eyes look even more so. 

“Well until they do, you rest.” You stand, glancing out the still-ajar door. “It’s getting dark anyway.”

Cooper, as usual, opens his mouth to protest. If there’s anything he hates, it’s feeling useless. 

“No arguments.” You point a finger at him. “I mean it.”

He grumbles, but relents. “Fine. Only if you turn somethin’ on that ol’ TV of yours.”

The television turns out to be a perfect method of relaxation. You have to remove Cooper from the couch temporarily, but wrestle it into the pullout bed form and line it with blankets. The Ghoul had given in to his exhaustion rather easily at the prospect of a comfortable bed and kicked off his boots to climb all the way in. You hung his coat on a nail by the door, but made sure to leave his guns, lasso, and assorted weapons within arm’s reach. The TV played some old soap opera from before your time while you snagged a couple of hard candies- a luxury item, as the nearest settlement called them- and made to settle in. 

Cooper had managed to prop himself against the back of the couch, feet kicked out down the length of the thin mattress. Tiger, seeking attention as per usual, is curled up against his right leg. A wet nose rests just beneath Cooper’s knee and twitches in interest when you unwrap the first candy. 

The Ghoul might as well be a dog himself for the way his ears perk at the sound of a wrapper. 

He watches intently as you very gracefully clamber to sit next to him. You pop the fruit-flavored candy in your mouth and scoot around until you find comfort. In this case, it’s leaned up against the Ghoul beside you, head dropping onto his shoulder. His breathing is still shallower than you’d like, but a vast improvement from where it was when he’d shown up. 

“You ain’t gonna share?” 

You open your fist and offer up one of the candies. “I suppose I could. But only for you.”

A smirk twists the corners of his scarred lips. You poke at the candies and attempt to read the labels to no avail. 

“I’d offer you a choice of flavor, but…” You shrug, looking back up to your Ghoul. “Slim pickings.”

He lifts a bare hand to your chin, tilting up. “I think the pickin’s are just fine.”

You smile and lean in to meet him, lips falling into a familiar dance.The hand on your chin slides down to grip your nape and holds you firmly in place. It’s not long before the candy is gone from your mouth. Its remnants remain, mingling with the taste of gunpowder and smoke. A few moments pass before you decide to separate

“Miss me much?” You inquire, cuddling yourself down into his side. 

His arm raises to accommodate your body and lowers it back down to encircle your shoulders once you’re settled. “I always miss you darlin’. For a variety of reasons.”

You hum softly, “Yeah? Why’s that?”

Cooper’s hand trails up and down your arm, leaving wide trails of gooseflesh. “Well, the main one happens to be the lack of entertainment.”

You scoff. “I’m your entertainment?”

“Fuck yeah, you are. ‘Specially when you’re hollerin’ at scavengers and shootin’ anything that moves.” The Ghoul chuckles to himself. “Or trippin’ over a sleeping yao guai.”

You shove him playfully. “That was one time, and I shot it dead anyway.”

Cooper pulls you towards him, and you shift until you’re between his legs, back pressed against his chest. “That you did, sweetheart. I ain’t forgot.”

He grabs the nearest blanket and tosses it over your entangled bodies. You curl to the side and rest your cheek to his chest. Tiger shuffles his body with a huff, apparently frustrated with the lack of attention.

“What would you do without me?” You tap his chest gently, relishing in the warmth he produces. “Other than get eaten by a yao guai?”

The Ghoul scratches Tiger’s head. “Prolly go feral. Chase around some folk to scare em’.”

You know he’s joking, but the thought of losing him to ferality scares you to no end. Particularly since he’s just shown up on death’s door and almost hacked a lung onto your floor.

“Don’t say that.” You lift your head to catch his eye. “Please.”

Cooper may be a gruff old Ghoul with a dreadful outlook on the world, but he softens ever so slightly at your words.

“You know I don’t mean it, sugar. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

Two scarred fingers hook beneath your jaw and pull you back up to his lips. It’s tame at first, but the Cooper you know wastes no time making an appearance. His teeth nip at your lip gently and one rough hand slides up your side until it cups your breast. You press into him eagerly, climbing upwards until your thighs slot around either side of his hips. He responds by grinding them into you, delicious friction warming you from head to toe.  

Tiger decides he’s disgusted at this point, and hops off the couch with a comical groan.

Unbothered, one of your hands latches onto the lasso that is tossed on top of his pile of weapons. You loop it around his neck, gripping either side of the rope and pulling him in. Cooper smirks against your mouth. 

“Oh I love being stuck with you, Cowpoke.” You whisper against his mouth, earning yourself a quick bite to the bottom lip.

The Ghoul grins and quickly shows how much strength he’s regained by reversing your positions. He snatches the rope faster than you can react, and wraps the fingers of one hand loosely around the column of your throat. There’s just enough pressure to shoot a pang of arousal between your legs. Cooper knows you’re squirming, and presses a knee there to relieve some of the ache. 

“Glad t’hear it.” He murmurs into your neck, “‘Cause I sure as hell ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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thanks for reading, much love ❤

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[drpriya]

The side effects associated with the various radiation therapy techniques vary depending on the type, stage, location, and severity of the cancer being treated. The commonly associated complications with various radiation therapy techniques include:

Hair loss at the treatment site of treatment

Skin irritation

Fatigue

Dry mouth

Sore throat

Difficulty in swallowing

Nausea

Tooth decay

Mouth ulcers

Change in the taste of food

Cough

Shortness of breath

Diarrhea

Vomiting

Irritation of the bladder

Frequent urination

Sexual dysfunction

There are many hospitals in Bangalore where radiation therapy is done with great success.

[alexiroflife]

"my duty to you"

fluff, pining, suggestive themes, kingdom au, (i was inspired by the dynamic in the movie "Epic" w/ queen tara & ronin or this one if yall know what i'm referencing)

bodyguard!toji fushiguro x royalty!reader

Synopsis: toji, a man raised in poverty who has been forced to turn to violence for the sake of survival, finds himself at the princess' side as her personal bodyguard

to sum it up: toji has never been fond of royalty, yet he submits to his responsibility to protect you with passion he has not shown to anything else

WC: 14,242

Warning(s): mentions of trauma, violence, assault, vaguely suggestive themes

Toji knows he was never cut out for an uppity lifestyle.

He’s a gruff man, rough around the edges with an air of dark mystery radiating about him. He has never believed himself to be an attractive man, at least in the realm of those who make women drop to their knees and swoon with romance. He’s more fermented, well-aged, well experienced, and he has the looks of someone who has endured hell and more, not those of a freshly groomed prince blooming in his wake.

Toji, though a man of difficult upbringing, having undergone more of reality’s harsh lessons than almost anyone in this world, has a specific set of skills that comes in handy no matter the setting. He is not a man of incredible wealth, prowess, or poise, but he can associate himself with the likes of those who are by means of what he does, and what he does remarkably well. His talents are the only reason, he believes, why he has been in your service, smack in the middle of your world for teetering into two years now.

Raised in the slums, orphaned by his absent parents, Toji taught himself a way to live. He thinks that he was born hard, when he looks back, for no one else could have survived the way he had after those years of scrounging around for food, desperately searching for change and a decently comfortable pile of grass he could sleep in. As the world grew harsher, pushing against his growing mind and body, Toji pushed back harder, angrier, more solid and more grounded. He was blessed from the moment he entered this earth with unique physical qualities that gave him an advantage when fighting to live, his internal and external mold serving as an inhuman benefit, as though he was meant to struggle the way he had all of his life. As though fighting was his destiny. 

The dark haired man had encountered many different means of keeping himself afloat over the years too, some more grim than others that he refused to look back on. Nevertheless, after the will of the merciless wind had tossed him around feverishly for far longer than he realized would have been normal for anybody else, he understood that his place in this world was to stand proudly as a man capable of unspeakable violence, inept at the art of killing for the sake of his own gain. 

It’s a dog eat dog world. Toji learned this before he even hit puberty, and therefore, he learned what it meant to transition himself into one - a far more gnarly beast than any of the world’s nastiest entities of evil could conjure. If he only had the choice of eating or being eaten, Toji was going to devour before another dog could get the chance to bare his teeth at him. 

Well into his familiarity with his own brutality, his craft honed in and sharpened to perfection and his years of youth having flown by with the snap of his fingers, Toji is recognized by a crowd that he’s despised for as long as he can remember. 

He is in the middle of a boxing match, one of many he participates in for the hell of it and the cash rather than as a profession, when a representative from the palace ogles him from the crowd, standing out as a sore thumb amidst the screaming patrons clinging to the velvet ropes of the ring, drunk off stinking liquors and spit flying excitedly from their mouths in awe as Toji, undefeated, lands a particularly gruesome blow to the face of his opponent. His foe collapses, blood smearing from his crooked nose, and the jade eyed man filled with years of pent up rage and stress, straddles the nearly unconscious man’s torso and plows his fist into his face repeatedly with wild, shrunken eyes and tight lips. 

Toji only takes notice of his visitor in the midst of his abuse, eyes flickering up quickly to mull over the crowd when he finds a terrified face masked in a black cloak, attempting to shrink into the rest of the room. But Toji sees him clearly, a palace ambassador with no place in an underground ring so far from home.

The dark haired man refuses to even look at him as the owner tells him that he has a guest. He unravels the wrap from his stained fists, back tensing. Toji tells him to fuck off, not even having to whip his head around to see who it is. He can tell by his boss’ tone and the silence of the said visitor that he is exactly who he believes him to be. That, and Toji never receives visitors, for the people who are well aware of his reputation stray far away, fearing the worst from his seemingly deadly lust for blood. 

His owner, however, does not turn the man away. Toji understands that he must have been paid a good deal in jewels by this cloaked man to allow him to stay back here, not leaving until he asks for some kind of favor. An agitated exhalation rises in Toji’s chest, heavy eyes tossing over his shoulder to glare at the ambassador. He gulps, trembling hands reaching up to lower his hood.

“The fuck do y’want?” Toji spits.

The ambassador’s hesitant gaze scatters over his bare back, his fists, the scars littering his skin and lip, and the murderous glow in his venomous eyes. He looks terrified for his life, face dotted in beads of sweat and eyes still full of innocent light quivering. “I-I’m here on- on behalf of the King and Queen.”

Toji stills, brows drawing together. The man’s words seem to have an impact on his boss, normally an uncaring man, for he leaves with a swiftness once royalty is mentioned, sworn to silence by hush money. 

Toji scoffs, shaking his head and turning back around to refocus on his task. “You got the wrong guy,” he dismisses. “Now beat it before I kill ya.”

But he doesn’t, standing his ground rather poorly, clearly shaken by the fact that his life has been threatened for what Toji can only assume to be the very first time. He rolls his eyes at the sentiment, at how weak, fragile, and perfectly stupid palace folk are. “S-Sir, please-”

“Sir?” Toji raises a brow, crouching to sit down heavily on his bench, tossing his bloodied bandages onto the ground before him. His abdominals, bulky and intensely defined, ripple with his movements as he slides his towel from his shoulders, swiping it over his skin roughly. “I ain’t no sir, pal.”

The ambassador stiffens, lips pursing together. “Um- Mr. Toji…?”

Toji twists up his mouth at him unimpressed. “Fushiguro.”

“Yes! Y-Yes, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Christ, it’s just Fushiguro.”

“Oh,” he nods erratically. “Yes, then. Fushiguro,” he clears his throat. “I’m afraid it’s a matter of great importance.”

“Clearly it is to you lot, or else your dumbass wouldn’t be here,” Toji grumbles, settling a hand on his thigh. “I don’t have time for bullshit. You either get to the point, or the King and Queen are gonna be down one messenger.”

Toji is a violent man. He has had to be violent in order to live, in order to eat, in order to sleep, and now in his late thirties, it has become embedded in who he is. Violence is his first response to every circumstance, to every person who approaches him, to every dirty look that he is thrown, to every unknown within this world that has been nothing but greedy, cruel, and selfish to him. 

Even so, he is not always keen on his word when he threatens such things. He knows that if he were to lay a hand on this toothpick, he would be hanged and quartered within the hour, and Toji isn’t too keen on allowing the kingdom dickheads be the reason his life comes to an end after he fought so desperately to even reach past his twenties. This ambassador knows this, and yet, he is still shaking like a leaf as though Toji has any authority over him, because in truth, he does here in his territory, only temporarily. Toji can use the fear he inspires and the intimidation of his capabilities and large frame to attempt to shake a palace ambassador off of his ass, but there is nothing more to his stern words other than a desire to be left alone.

“You must listen,” the little man continues to press. “The King and Queen- t-they send me for the sake of their daughter!”

Toji groans. “I don’t give a shit who they sent you for, you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree.”

“I fear they are fully aware of who they sent me to speak with,” the ambassador’s brows angle with a sense of urgency. Toji, having been bored by the conversation, rubs his fingers over the bridge of his nose and tilts his head tiredly. “N-Not many of us know about the things you do, but I was told to seek out the strongest, and you are… him.”

“What the hell do they want me for? I ain’t got shit for you pricks. Just leave me be.”

“Fushiguro,” he calls again before Toji can stand and turn away. “I understand you may not care about what the kingdom needs, but you are being offered a great deal of money. A generous salary.”

Toji’s ears perk up at this. He rises slowly, sauntering over to the man with slim, suspicious eyes and a taut jaw. Sweat glistens his bare torso, rolled up sweats hanging low on his waist. As he grows closer, the ambassador takes notice of his great size up close, and his eyes widen as he cowers away slightly from the man that casts a shadow over him completely. 

Toji stares down over his nose and tilted chin with a frown. “A salary? From the King and Queen themselves?” he repeats, and the man whimpers a hum in affirmation. “The hell is going on? What could possibly be turning their panties in a bunch to offer a job to someone like me?”

“It’s their daughter,” the man re-emphasizes. 

“Who?”

“The princess!” he says as though it is obvious, a desperate expression taking his features. “She needs security.”

“From what?”

“The King and Queen grow old, and so does the princess. Their reign is coming to an end, and with that, the princess’s life is often endangered by those seeking to take her right to the crown while her parent’s grow less capable of ruling. There’s already been two assassination attempts and one assault attempt within the past few months,” the ambassador explains, severely. “The princess needs someone to look after her, to be by her side as she prepares to rule as queen and as she looks for a husband.”

“And you want me to be her bodyguard?” Toji raises his brows.

“In a sense… yes.”

The dark haired man snorts in the ambassador’s face, the latter deflating at his reaction. “Of all people, you want me?”

“...Yes. That is correct.”

“What, the brat doesn’t have knights or something?”

“None that are capable of what you do.”

“And how the hell do you know what I do? You come to one match and think you're an expert on my life?” Toji grits his teeth, leering down at the poor man. The ambassador raises his hands in defense, stepping back anxiously. “I see everyone and everything that crosses my path. I’ve never seen you before in my life, and all of a sudden now you show up with a job offer from the fucking King and Queen. Gimme a break.”

He walks off, irritatedly throwing his towel in the corner and ripping open his locker on the other side of the room. “You’re right. I haven’t been watching you, but I’ve been asking around town about someone who could fit the role for weeks, and everyone was too afraid to mention you until a few days ago. Since then, I’ve heard stories.”

“People here like to gossip,” Toji murmurs.

“But your name scares people, right?”

“I don’t care what my name does.”

“Fushiguro, please,” he begs. “I don’t believe you are a man who cares about what happens in the palace-”

“I’m not.”

“But you must care about a sense of duty? Of justice? Of compensation, at least?”

“Obviously I care about money more than I do any of the other shit you just mentioned. But you tell me one thing,” his face hardens. “What the hell has the kingdom done for sorry asses like me, huh? Why should I be the one to help them when they haven’t helped me a day in my life? They’re all a bunch ‘a stuck up, frilly airheads stuck in their own bubble of what they think is urgent. So what if the princess gets a little spooked here and there? Maybe it’ll teach her a life lesson about what the world is really like. ‘Cause I’ll tell ya this, the girls where I come from don’t get to have a bodyguard before bad shit happens to them.”

Toji isn’t entirely sure why he is making a point to shame the people at the top when in the end, he knows he is going to take the job. Money, Toji finds, is incredibly valuable where he is from, and considering the hands he has dirtied in the past to get it, this proposal is practically nothing. Still, that doesn’t mean he likes the kingdom any more for their lack of involvement with the lower classes. His morals, which remain very few, go against this proposal he already knows he is going to accept - slaving away for those who made him a slave to gruesome fates, but hell, what can a man really do when he’s at his wits end and unfathomable riches are being presented to him on a silver platter?

He can complain, yes, but nothing can rank higher than the money the palace is practically drowning in. Besides, he doesn’t have to stay, he thinks. He can entertain this little charade for as long as he has enough funds to set him up for life, and then he’ll be out of there. In and out, quick and easy, and this place would never see his face again. 

A grim look befalls the ambassador’s face while Toji rummages through his belongings for his clothes. He is clearly discomforted by Toji’s words, which was the goal the man aimed to achieve in the first place. 

“We can not force you to do anything you do not desire to do yourself,” the ambassador starts, and somehow, Toji senses that the man is lying for the sake of making it appear as though Toji has a choice. “But I implore you to consider. The princess is unlike her parents. She is younger, eager. There is a legacy she must carry and people she must lead. Without her, the entire kingdom collapses. Including your village.”

Toji’s nose twitches. “Maybe that’ll do this shithole some good,” he grumbles.

The ambassador sighs, shoulders slumping. “Please… think about it.”

Toji rolls his eyes, turning and knuckling a hand to his hip. “How much money ‘we talking here, buddy?”

And oh, is the pay fucking obscene.

Toji doesn’t think he’s ever fathomed such grand numbers and jewels in his head, having been restricted by his village’s limitations, but once he hears his pay manifested into reality by a simple verbalization, his guilt trip seizes and he is signing his life away almost happily.

From then on, Toji is bound to the likes of you, his signature scribbled messily over a royal contract and securing him to you from now until your death… at least, that is what the fine print says. His plans, however, differ, and when he has fled from you, he will be hundreds of miles out of the kingdom’s reach.

That is his plan. To run away, but you unfortunately do not make this a very plausible task for him.

After days of training that Toji does not at all listen to, of watching elder royalty turn their nose up in disgust at the way he speaks and carries himself, of hearing murmurs of disapproval as he saunters down red carpeting with the head guard to meet yet another person that he will not remember the name or importance of, of being sworn to secrecy - to only serve as a protective, lethal air of silence and nothing more - to refuse any and all physical or verbal interaction with the woman in his protection, and of being fitted into a stuffy black uniform clad with gold detailing that serves only for show since he would have hardly bothered to lift an arm in that uncomfortable ass thing, let alone kill someone, Toji finally meets you.

And he has to admit that you are not at all what he expects.

Adorned in a regal soft pink gown that crowds from your waist and pools down to the floor, cuffing delicately at your wrists through sheer sleeves and tugging over your torso snugly with a corset, you stand before him in your chambers like an angel gracing earth. Your bejeweled gold crown sits upon your head with complementarity and your ringed fingers clasp each other before your lap. You're decked in what Toji can only assume to be century old gems, necklaces, and chains which he has to physically fight himself from reaching to pluck from your body and run off with. Standing before him, he decides that you are worth at least twenty times more than the almost forty years of life he has spent picking around for specs of funds. 

The thought agitates him. 

While he wishes he can say that he is the only one agitated, he notices a flick of fire in your (e/c) eyes as you size him up, trace your gaze over him with judgment and a pout on your glossed lips. Your presence is almost frightening with power as the two of you stare at each other, him with blank indifference and you with very apparent disappointment. 

When the head guard eventually takes his leave now that you are in the hands of your newly bestowed bodyguard, the door closing behind the two of you as you enter the hall in preparation to go handle your duties, you stop in your tracks, dress ruffling along with you. Toji, who has been told to remain ten feet behind you at all times, freezes like a statue, eying you when you whip your head around to glare at him.

Toji’s heard of elegant aestheticism, of the otherworldly beauty that the royal family carries, but he hadn’t believed it until he sees you face to face - though he’ll admit, he imagined you to appear less… aggravated and more peachy? Light. Dimwittedly sugary.

“Listen up,” you demand, a shocking bass carrying in your tone. You’re dominant, he noticed, or at least you are attempting to be. You stand proud, tall, chin lifted and eyes narrow. This certainly isn’t the picture of spoiled naivety that he imagined you to be previously. “I don’t know whatever the royal guard told you, but I’m not a damsel in need of protecting. I didn’t agree to whatever this is or whoever the hell you are invading my life.”

Toji’s brow lifts in intrigue. You certainly are not what he expected. Not at all.

Encouraged by your tone, his lips quirk up into a subtle smirk. You drag your brows together in confusion, eyes catching the scar that stretches over the right side of his lips. “Do you find me amusing?” you frown.

“A little bit,” the dark haired man responds quickly, leading you to reel slightly in shock. He appears so unaffected by you, and you’ve never encountered a person who hasn’t scrambled to kneel in your presence or nervously abide by any and everything you say. The gaul of this stranger, you think, to stand before you so casually and smile as though your position of authority is some sort of joke.

“I beg your pardon?” you scoff. “You should mind yourself when you speak to me.”

“I’m not paid to speak to you, doll, let alone be sweet on you,” Toji scratches under his jaw, his posture slipping into something resembling his nature rather than that of a rigid guard. His hands find the pockets of his uniform slacks, hardly caring at all how disrespectful the stature appears to you. “In fact, I think you’re bein’ a little rude by tryin’ to strike a conversation with me in the first place.”

“Well, I did not advise you to answer me. I expected you to simply listen,” you state firmly. “Clearly, you are incapable of doing so without having something to say.”

Your comment is snarky, judgmental, and Toji at least finds that you match the idea of snobbiness that all royalty withhold. “If I got somethin’ to say,” he starts. “I’ll say it. You don’t gotta worry about me being untruthful with ya, I’ll tell you that. I’ll give it to ya straight.”

“And how do you think the royal guard would feel about such a thing?” you posed. “If they were to hear even a second of what you are saying to me now, you’d be booted from my side and this palace immediately.”

“And what exactly makes you think that I care about that?” he chuckles, watching you shift with sudden uncertainty. This man does not appear to be swayed by you in the slightest, and it is a bit off putting to you as a woman accustomed to your every beck and call being honored. “I thought you weren’t happy about what the ‘royal guard’ had me doin’. Besides, if you wanted me out, you’re the princess, yeah? You could kick me out yourself. I ain’t stoppin’ ya.”

Your lips tighten, eyes digging further together. His attitude is strange to you as well as his dialect, the manner in which he speaks. Even his appearance is strange, for while he is dressed in your palace’s fabrics, he is drabber than everything around you. And even with this royal clothing, his face and build do not match his suit. 

He has tired bags under his poisonous haze of ivy hues. Dark tendrils of inky hair sprout over his forehead, his ears, and into his sharp gaze. His facial structure is hard, mature with hints of stubble sprouting over his chin, remnants of what you assume to be the guard forcing him to shave. He’s bulky as well, remarkably so. He’s an unnaturally large man, and his muscles bulge against his clothing as though it is going to burst with the raise of his arm. 

His eyes, however, are pools of green you have never seen before - not once in all your twenty seven years of living. While the people that you surround yourself with carry a light in their twinkling gazes sparked by a passion for protecting your throne and the privilege of the lives they lead, your new bodyguard’s eyes are a stark contrast. Even from afar, you can see the exhaustion swirling about them as he looks at you slyly. He’s weary somehow, the windows of his soul revealing a glimpse into his world, into the things he has seen, and that is how you deduce that he is not the same as you. Not at all. 

This observation of yours only gives you more reason to question him.

“Who are you?” you command. “You’re not from here.”

“You must be a smart one,” he quips sarcastically.

You grit your teeth. “Answer me, now.”

“You know my name, darlin’. That’s all you need from me.”

“Not if your princess demands to know your identity.”

“You ain’t my princess, girlie,” he stops you. “You’re my job. And I don’t do a lot of talkin’ on the job.”

You make a noise of displeasure, something between a grunt and a gasp, and Toji only revels in the way he has thrown you off. You sputter, taking a step forward with emotion. “Now you wait just a minute-“

“Princess!” a voice calls for you from around the corner, down at the end of the long narrow hallway by your bedroom door. You quickly swish yourself around into the direction of the address, and Toji watches how your dainty fabrics dance along with you, even long after you have stopped moving. Seconds later, an ambassador appears, peeking his head around the wall. “Are you well? You are needed in the second floor den to review some papers regarding your upcoming coronation.”

Frazzled, you nod unceremoniously. “Yes. Yes, my apologies,” you breathe out. “I am coming. My guard and I were just… I was merely informing him of my expectations here on out.”

Toji would have rolled his eyes at the way you all speak, the sound of it on his ears rather exhausting. He can hardly keep up with the properness of it all. 

“I see,” the ambassador nods. “I shall inform everyone that you are on your way.”

The man leaves, and you take a moment to breathe in and dust yourself off. You murmur under your breath to yourself what Toji can only deduce as assurances and affirmations, little words you tell yourself to keep your rather striking confidence instilled. You clasp your hands once more, bracelets clinking as you regain your composure. Toji stands in silence, watching boredly.

“Whoever you are,” you begin, turning your head to your shoulder so that your voice is audible. “I don’t need you. Despite what my parents say, I manage fine on my own. Keep your distance.”

The green eyed man watches you walk off, forcing himself to begin following at a reasonable pace. His eyes train on the back of you as you trek ahead, and he finds himself lost in his thoughts, formulating his opinion of you.

You do not take to him easily over the course of your adjustment to each other, and neither does he. You find his presence to be a burden as he trails after you everywhere you go, far more invasive and persistent than your knights have ever been. He becomes your second shadow, and while you are accustomed to having been followed around all your life, Toji’s approach is impossible to ignore. 

Even from ten feet away, you feel him there, watching, and it drives you mad. 

He’s light on his feet, for if it weren’t for his obvious mass trekking in your footsteps, at times you would have forgotten that he was even nearby. How someone as big as him could travel so quietly, you did not understand.

And worse than his hovering is how foreign he still is to you. You know absolutely nothing about him, and your parents, who you find to be useless in their aging stupors these days, will not bother to tell you anything about where he is from. It isn’t the fact that he frightens you, per say, despite the rather frightening energy that he emits. You notice the way people stare as he follows your path, how they internally conjure their own ideas about who this ominous figure is and what he is doing in a place so very clearly unfit for his type, but you are not scared. You believe him to be a nuisance more than anything, and if he is there to protect you, you feel you have nothing to necessarily worry about in regard to your own safety. 

In fact, you feel unfathomably secure, though irritated more often than not.

What you seek from Toji are answers. He abruptly appears out of nowhere under the vow that he will be stuck to you like paste to parchment for the rest of your life, and you are expected not to question his arrival? To question his place of origin? To question what he has done to secure a place as the Princess’ bodyguard with no experience in this field? To question what he has done to be trusted by royalty with your life?

It doesn’t make any sense to you, and you feel that it is unfair to be kept in the dark as the future queen in place of your parents. And every time you try to go to him about it, he either ignores you or gives you that cunning smile, scar stretching and lips spreading.

Toji himself is itching to get out of here the second he’s nestled in. He despises the atmosphere, the sneering looks, the air of shrewdness that envelopes him everywhere he turns. You’re an ungrateful thing, and that only makes his job all the more aggravating. You don’t know how good you have it, and yet you look at him like he’s doing more harm to your life than good when he is literally ensuring that you are out of danger’s path.

He studies you from his position ten feet away, watching how you take on tasks and prepare for the day of your coronation, communicating with villagers surrounding the palace walls with a generous grin and a glowing energy about your presence, and how you patiently sit with your parents at breakfast, lunch, and dinner each day as they practically wither away in their seats. You are always so poised and polite in the presence of other people, authoritative and strong, yet when he is alone with you, you’re wallowing in displeasure, throwing him heated glances and clenching your jaw tightly. You find it hard to behave elegantly in his company, and that fact alone gives him some hint of satisfaction. 

But what Toji truly can’t stand above all the waiting that he has to do on you with no sign of action are the meetings you have with princes from far away, seeking to take your hand as their bride and fulfill the role as king. Toji’s found himself biting his tongue more times than he can count when he’s standing with his back pressed to the wall in one of your many tea rooms, the umpteenth shiny haired, pearly teethed virgin bowing his head before you and pompously chanting about all the wonderful things he would bring to your life if you were to allow him to wed you. Toji finds the whole thing ridiculous, for obviously you don’t want to share your crown with another man, especially not a husband, but the unspoken law of your reign requires that you must find someone to stand by your side. And of course after that is done, Toji is still expected to follow you around day in and day out.

And for what? What purpose does this bring him aside from money? He hasn’t even been given his first stipend a month into this little endeavor, and he’s beginning to think that the whole ordeal is a scam, that he had been tricked into a false agreement. He should have known when the guard outright refused to pay him up front beforehand due to their lack of trust in his goals, which in truth was fair, because the Fushiguro would have run for the hills the second he got his hands on those riches. Nevertheless, he’s growing tired of the repetitive tiredness of his routine. He was promised a chance to at least defend your honor by fighting, but despite the King and Queen’s concerns, he has not seen a single threat to your life yet. 

At night, a weight drags down on his chest as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. He doesn’t know what he’s doing here, how he even came across such a thing. Back home, if the townfolk were to hear about where he had run off to, they’d all laugh. Toji Fushiguro, the man hungry for blood now at the will of the government that destroyed his childhood, his life. What a fucking joke. 

And you’re so perfect, it destroys him. To be serving such a deplorable image of sovereignty, to see your angelic face decorated in breathtaking clothes and to follow you around like a damn puppy with nothing to show for it. In your company, he is reminded of his place, of how much higher you are than he is. Though Toji is a man who has never cared what the higher class thought of him, in your wake, he feels helpless. He wants to say that he is holding out for a better future, that he is doing this for himself, but it doesn’t feel that way. He knows it’s not for him anymore, but for you, and what could you possibly bring him other than crisis after crisis, heart clench after heart clench, and more bubbling, searing aggravation over his place in society?

You are terribly beautiful, and Toji is not. He sees that the more he’s at your side, taking in the way everyone looks at you in comparison to how everyone looks at him. These palace walls are stuffy. They suffocate him, turn him against himself and almost make him forget who he is, and he can not stand it. 

He is convinced he needs to leave in the dead of night, to flee away without a trace left behind, off to a new world with no money and no plan. He believes that it would be a better fate than being stuck here… that is, until he is finally paid.

A monthly salary of a thousand gold and silver pennies combined. He is handed the sack of funds while he is off duty, hours after you have gone to sleep as though the exchange is illegal, and in the privacy of his cabin, his eyes glimmer with the reflection of the money in his grasp. His brow twitches, eyes still and jaw tightening.

He hadn’t believed it to be real before he got his hands on it.

He stares into the bag, into the past years he has spent on his knees crawling for barely even a scrap of this, into the future of tranquility where he can turn to rest without having to bloody his hands for the right to buy a sandwich, into everything he has ever done amounted into far less than one bag of this payment. He’s stupefied with disbelief, with greed, and hurries to escape that very night.

Toji is stripping himself of the bullshit pajamas the guard has sent for him to wear, tucking away the bullshit uniform he’s been snug in for weeks, and stuffing his pay into his beaten bag that he had tossed under his barracks. He changes back into his old clothes, the black shirt that hugs him comfortably and the sweats that pool over his calves, and he sneaks to the door when he pauses.

A glass window breaks just above him, and he whips his head up above. It’s coming from where your room is.

The dark haired man hangs his head low, conflicted. He could go, abandon you and pretend that none of this ever happened. He could go back on his promise to the kingdom, sentence himself to death by hand of royalty if he were to ever be discovered in his new home. He could flee from you, risking the chance of you dying under his protection and run off to live the life he has always dreamed of living, far from home, swimming in gold and silver.

Or he could stay. He could conquer whatever imposing danger he has detected within a half of a millisecond, his senses failing to fool him yet, and save your life. He could keep his promise to this awful society. His promise to you, and remain stuck forever.

Toji is inching out of the door, still pondering, leaning toward the latter hesitantly when a muffled scream rips from the open space of your window that has just been broken in. Your scream.

The dark haired man doesn’t know what takes over him as he drops his bag to the ground and rockets himself through his own window, foot first, to shatter the glass. His hands grip the rim as he flips himself over to face the exterior brick, digging his chipped fingernails into the crevices of the old stone to scale the side of the building that led to your room with swift agility. He claws his fingers into the ledge of your window past the grapple of a rope that was likely used to break in in the first place. A jagged edge of glass cuts his skin, but he hardly feels it due to the roughness of his callouses. 

Toji kicks his feet up and piles himself into your room, rolling onto the floor within a matter of at least five seconds. He rises slowly, chest rippling into his tight shirt as he visually locates what harm is befalling you.

You’re on your bed, kicking out against the cloaked figure hovering over you with a dirtied hand pressing over your mouth, his knees kicking open your thighs and another hand holding a dagger to your throat. A bruise circles the eye of the intruder just above the cloth worn over his mouth, likely a result of your fist to his face.

When you look up and find Toji, your panicked eyes widen in relief, your brows pressed together desperately as you screech out against the attacker’s palm. Your hair, normally so meticulously pinned is sprawled messily over your silk sheets, your satin nightgown threatening to ride up your thighs, ripped at the hims, and sweat pools over your chest as it glistens in the moonlight with each heavy, anguished breath you take. 

Toji’s eyes go dull, his face blank with something horrifying, yet familiar to him. You tremble, whimpering unintelligible sounds as the intruder turns to face Toji with foolish anger. “Get back!” he shouts through his mask. “Get back or I'll kill her!”

The knife’s tip presses further into your chin and you inhale sharply, squeezing your eyes tight and mustering up whatever strength you have left to turn and push away. 

Toji says nothing, staring emptily into your attacker’s eyes.

Toji finds that there is a certain coolness that takes over his body and mind mere moments before he goes in for a kill. He isn’t sure if it's a form of tranquility, or perhaps his fellowship with the act having done so many times over. His eyes gloss ever, and every muscle in his body smoothes out into a relaxed state. He is motionless, still as a sculpture, but his eyes are hungry with rage, flecks of red bleeding into the garden of his IRISES, honing in on his target before he pounces.

You don’t even see Toji move before your attacker is ripped off of you and you can finally breathe, scrambling to press your back to your headboard and stare ahead in horror. You swear you had only blinked, but by the time your teary vision refocuses, Toji is drenched up to his forearm in blood, a curved blade which seemed to manifest out of thin air clutched in his hand. His arm is curved over his mouth, reaching back over his alternate shoulder as though he had just made a slicing motion. His breathing is slow, smooth, and a headless body collapses onto your floor.

Wide eyes of fear-stricken (e/c) stare at the mangled corpse leaking out onto your expensive carpet, and you don’t even notice the splatter of blood that has reached your cheek from Toji’s nimble action. You’re hyperventilating, attempting to gather yourself after having been stolen from your sleep and held at knifepoint, and now suddenly your attacker is dead on the ground. It had all happened so fast. Your head is spinning, and you’re shaking terribly. You can’t even see straight. 

With a heavy exhale, Toji lowers his twitching bicep to his side, tossing his weapon off in the corner with a resounding clang! He rolls his head on his neck, stretching it from side to side and cracking it softly, before opening his eyes to find you. 

You stare at each other in heavy silence, you in grateful, terrified disbelief, and him with the knowledge of how you will react to his violence. He has seen it before. The screeches that follow, the running that ensues.

He waits for it, but… it doesn’t come.

Instead, you just stare at him like a deer in headlights.

He moves to ask if you are alright, to do something to break the air, when your door bursts open after hefty pounds at your door. Your parents and a few guards, who Toji now sees are quite useless, stand in the doorway, wide-eyed. 

Your parents move to comfort you and envelop you in their arms while the guards run to the scene in shock, mulling over the body that lay before Toji. He gets an earful, angry reprimanding about having done such a horrible act right before your eyes, and Toji looks over at you, finding that your eyes are already in him.

You try to speak up and say that he had no other choice, to actually defend Toji in your shaken state, but the authorities around you hear none of it and usher to whisk you away while Toji and a few knights are left to take care of his mess. You look over your shoulder, gluing your gaze to him as you are pulled carefully away. 

By the time Toji is finished, cleaned, and has been lectured by the guard, he finds himself rather exhausted, but all he can think about is whether you’re alright or not. He is told that he can find you in the library on the west wing. He ventures out and reaches the space, finding you seated in a lavish sofa before your fireplace with the room guarded by your father and mother who whisper urgently with more knights. When they look up and see Toji, however, they fall silent and immediately part to let him in. 

He quietly approaches, shutting the door softly behind him. He doesn’t make a sound, but you turn upon sensing him in the room. You’re cuddled into a warm blank that is wrapped over your shoulders, eyes heavy and tears damp. You sit in a sullen state, a still mess.

Toji rounds the sofa to stand far on your left side, body half concealed by the shadows of the unlit side of the library. The fire kindles gently over your face and in your eyes as you stare. Toji thinks that you almost look like a child this way, so vulnerable and disheartened. 

He’s seen things like this happen to women every day at home, only he didn’t always make it to help in time. For the first time since knowing you, he sees the same trauma in your eyes, the glimmer of innocence dimming ever so slightly. 

The dark haired man is not good with emotions, and he knows for damn sure that he will not know how to approach your own. He isn’t even meant to be speaking with you, but something deep in his bones is compelling him to you after witnessing you in such a horrible state. 

It’s his job after all. 

“You hurt?”

The question is gruff, blunt, and you look at him but not with an expectation for more. You sit with your knees to your chest as well, a position he has failed to ever see the Princess herself in. 

Eventually, you shake your head and look back to the fire crackling before you. “No.”

He hums, darting his eyes over you quickly. He sees a thin line of blood on your chin where the blade had been pointed into your skin. “You lyin’?”

You glance at him tiredly. “I am not injured,” you say again.

“Alright. You’re not injured.”

You look down, picking at your blanket as you chew on the inside of your lip. “…Toji.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you an assassin?”

The question catches Toji off guard, almost making him laugh. “That’s a little personal, doll.”

“I believe I deserve to ask right now. Forget the rules, the guards were not there. You were.”

He relaxes. You’ve got a point. “No. I ain’t an assassin. At least not every day.”

“But you have… done that before…”

“How else do you think I got the job?”

“Right,” you mutter as if reprimanding yourself for asking something so obvious. “You’re rather fast.”

He’s unsure where this stream of questions are coming from. You are still mellow, speaking below a whisper, but your eyes are in a different space away from what is before you. 

“Fast’s an understatement,” he mumbles and you give a nod, at least agreeing. “But yeah. I’m fast. Among other things.”

“And how long have you been…?”

“Killing?” Toji concludes the sentiment for you. You clamp your lips, retreating into yourself. “You can say it. It’s not gonna hurt ya.”

“Well, how long?”

Toji shrugs. “A while now I guess. I’m not a killer, but I do what I need to do when I have to.”

You nod, unable to find a verbal response to his words. Your lips purse forward and your eyes still beam into the fireplace in a daze.

Toji crosses his arms. “You scared of me yet?”

You exhale, corners of your lips tugging to the side. “You saved my life,” you say. “I am not scared of someone who has been hired to protect me.”

“That wasn’t really a pretty sight for a princess to see, though,” Toji attempts to reason.

“Yet you were not the man with the knife to my throat, were you?”

Toji falters. Once more, you’re right, but he’s a bit confused. He would have expected you to turn away from him, to reject his violent nature after seeing what he could do. But here you are, complacent with his abilities. Is it because of the shock?

He looks at you closer, but does not see any lingering signs of unawareness, or any stupor that freezes your mind and body. While you still look like you are slightly in a trance, you appear to simply be contemplating instead of suffering from shock. 

How are you so chill about all of this?

“I heard you’ve been attacked before,” Toji says rather bluntly. This makes you peek up, locking your eyes with his steely ones from afar. 

An exhale shakes your body. “So?”

“So?” he echoes with a scoff. “That’s not a big deal to you?”

“I told you before that I did not need you,” you say somewhat gently. “What you have seen tonight has happened more than you think, and will continue to happen in the future.”

“I hate to break it to ya, doll, but it didn’t look like ya didn’t need me. You didn’t really have much of a choice but to let me help you.”

“I have gotten out of those situations before. I could have gotten out of this one.”

Toji looks at you oddly. “Not from where I was standin’, you couldn’t.”

“I’m not weak,” you frown.

“I didn’t say you were. Hell, I saw the black eye you landed on the bastard before I snuffed his ass out,” Toji grumbles. “But you’re the Princess. Fightin’ isn’t your thing, it’s mine.”

“Do not attempt to fool me into thinking you wish to fight on my behalf,” you look him in the eye as you speak. “After all, you believe me to be inexperienced, don’t you? Sheltered. Naive.”

A moment of silence passes as Toji stares at you intensely, face cold. “Yeah. I do,” he admits. “If you’ve seen enough shit I’ve seen, you’d get why.”

Your eyes dance over his face with a pensive expression of patience. Your brows are slightly angled, denting the spaces between them, yet you breathe so deeply that it almost fools Toji into believing you are at peace.

“When I was six years old,” you start abruptly. “A tutor of mine tossed a candle to my head because I could not complete my times tables correctly. The wax and flame burned my shoulder badly when I tried to dodge. I have worn long sleeve gowns since,” you confess.

The dark haired man frowns, befuddled while you proceed.

“My grandmother, who had been heavily involved in my bringing when I was a child, was obsessed with cleanliness. Every night before I went to bed, she would inspect my room to ensure that it was tidy. If a single spec of dust was found on my floor, she would raise the back of her hand and smack me clear across the face. ‘You are a princess,’ she would say. ‘Princesses do not behave like slobs.’ Then she’d make me clean the room all over again. If it was still not to her liking, she would continue to hit me, and so on. I had welts on my body for years. I would try to ask my parents to tell her to stop, but they ranked her authority over my own every time. They believed her to be teaching me discipline. Now I do not sleep at night without inspecting every inch of my room for anything that is out of place.”

Toji’s face smooths slowly into something unreadable as he listens to you.

“When I was seventeen, I learned that men sought to ruin me. Diplomats and countrymen would visit with the same look in their eye when they saw me as I grew, seeking to force their hand to mine. One of them was banished after having been caught throwing himself onto me when I was alone. He left bruises on my arm from gripping me too hard when I tried to run away.”

Toji falters completely now, internally guffawed by your revelations.

“Over the years, I have been beaten, assaulted, and almost killed by those close to me, by those envious of me, and by those who want but can not have me. And now, with the influx of assassination attempts, I can do nothing but what I have been doing all my life; stand strong and kick.”

Your eyes swirl with honesty and grief as they lock with Toji’s pools of torment. “I may not know who you are, nor do I know where you came from or what you have been through, but do not assume that because we do not share the same origins that I am a stranger to the world’s cruelty. The kingdom tricks you into believing that we are a perfect society, when in reality, we are tainted by dark secrets swept under the rug and generational traumas. I have seen enough of reality within these palace walls surrounded by people I am meant to trust, only I do not trust any of them but myself. 

“I can see it in your eyes that you are broken too. You carry yourself in such a way, but do not allow that to blind you from any hardships I have experienced in my life. We are not the same, but I know inhumanity very well.”

Toji, rendered speechless for the first time in a very long time, watches as you lean over and reach to the other side of the sofa for something on the floor. You gradually reveal his satchel, the one he had dropped to rush to save you, and sit it on the cushion beside you. Toji’s eyes widen slightly when the contents of his bag clink together like wind chimes brushing each other in the wind.

“One of the royal guard found this in the hall,” you say calmly, lowering your hand back under your blanket. “I told him to let me hold onto it. That you must have misplaced it. Were you planning to leave tonight?”

Toji exhales, threading his fingers through his hair and glancing over the floor. Still moved by what you had told him about your upbringing, the man finds himself caught off guard once more by your confrontation. You’re smart, he has to hand it to you. Much smarter than he had previously given you credit for.

“Let’s face it,” Toji sighs. “You and I both know I don’t belong here. The whole kingdom knows. This place isn’t where I’m s’posed to be.”

“And still you took the job anyway,” you challenge. “This was your scheme all along? To take off with the first bit of money you acquire from watching over me?”

“Do you expect anythin’ more?”

“I expected you to be wiser,” you admit. 

“I am bein’ wise.”

“By fleeing from the only life of luxury that you have ever known?”

“I don’t live in luxury here, doll. I’m your bodyguard.”

“Even so, your bag is full of enough money to buy yourself a home, and that is only the first monthly payment. That isn't a luxury to you?”

“Luxury, to me, is doin’ what I want when I want it without havin’ to worry about anything else ever again.”

“Then where are you supposed to be?”

“Far from here.”

“You did sign a contract, you know. The guard and my parents would not take well to your abrupt absence. You would be treasoned.”

“Which is why I’d be long gone before they could find me.”

You sigh, turning away. Toji monitors you for a sign of disappointment, of anger, of desperation, but instead you remain indifferent. “I will not stop you if you choose to go,” you say.

Toji cocks a brow, lowering his arms to his sides. “You won’t?”

“You are your own man with your own ability to make decisions. I do not fault you for wishing to leave. I do not know you well enough to do so.”

Toji eyes you harshly, stepping closer and breaking the barrier of a ten foot distance. He approaches the other side of the sofa, peering down at you heavily as if to piece you apart. “You’re just gonna let me go,” he tests. “The hell do you gain from that?”

“Must it be about what I gain?” you ask. 

“I’m just a little shocked you’re not more pissed about this.”

“Toji, I was the Princess before you came and I will continue to be the Princess after you leave. I am not angry about what life you choose to live if it is separated from mine. I do not know what is best for you. That’s for you to decide.”

“And what about your guard?”

“They will be fine.”

“What about you?”

You soften. “I will be fine too.”

His mouth twitches. “I ain’t convinced.”

“Do you wish to leave or not?” you question. “You can not worry for my sake and desire to run away at the same time.”

“I ain’t-“ he stops himself, shaking his head and pressing his hands into the armrest. He wants to deny caring about what will happen to you, but his current hesitation over leaving proves otherwise. “You coulda died.”

“I could have died many times,” you counter. “I always manage.”

“And if one day, you don’t?”

“That will not happen.”

“Yeah, only if I’m there.”

You raise your brows and Toji catches himself, clenching and unclenching his jaw. He glances at his bag and reminds himself of his future, of his plans, of his life, and then he looks back at you, swarming in your wool blanket with such lovely eyes. Free of your jewelry, your crown, and your extravagant gowns and makeup, you look more human. You look softer, and Toji battles a newfound internal conflict - his growing desire to stay. 

Slowly, a soft smile rises to your lips that does not reach your eyes. Your soft skin, aglow by the flames before you, illuminates the warmth of your expression. “Do not tell me you are beginning to feel a duty toward me?”

“Duty ain’t in my vocabulary,” Toji defends, looking away. 

“Then why are you still here?”

He catches the testing look on your face and exhales in weary amusement. “Don’t get smart with me now, Princess. You won’t win that battle.”

“Just make up your mind, Toji,” you tilt your head and toss him a knowing look. 

You carefully shift and maneuver your body around so that you are laying your head on the cushion with your legs curled up to you, Toji’s bag still sitting on your left. The said man’s eyes follow the motion. “What’re you doin?” he asks.

“I’m going to try to get some rest,” you murmur, though you do not close your eyes. You stare ahead in exhaustion, but no urge to sleep comes over you. “You may do as you please. If you are not here in the morning and your bag is gone, I will assume that you have left.”

Toji looks back at his bag, torn. He’s itching to grab it, to swipe it up in his grasp and make a break for it, but there you are. The Princess, soon to be Queen of everything Toji has ever resented, and suddenly he feels a human connection to you. The things you told him, the steadiness of your voice as you spoke, the maturity in your eyes, the hidden, harbored scars, the arrogant will you carry to proceed into this life alone despite your susceptibility to harm… it got to him. 

And when he saw your face as you lay trapped under your intruder, how your body writhed with the involuntary will to fight despite your disadvantage, Toji was taken completely by an urge, a responsibility to protect you. To look after you. To kill for you. 

Therefore, neither of you say a word when Toji moves to pick up his bag and toss it onto the floor. In its place, he sits at your feet and tosses his arms over the back of the headrest, legs sprawled out before him as he watches the fire beside you. 

He stays there until the sunrise, and solidifies his fate.

After that night, Toji feels himself changing. Time goes by and you only grow stronger, approaching your coronation swiftly and taking on the role of Queen with regal pride. Toji finds himself staring at you when he’s by your side, which you have appointed him to after having a tense conversation with the royal guard, resulting in him no longer having to linger ten feet away at all times. He stands rather closely now when it is appropriate to do so, glaring ahead menacingly as he towers over your frame while you conduct meetings or speak with foreign princes and diplomats, who Toji keeps a sharp eye on with the knowledge of what you shared with him about your past interactions. 

He thinks of the pressure that weighs over you, and studies how you harbor so along with your traumas with so much poise. You don’t allow the things you have gone through to weigh you down, to deter your path, and he grows impressed with the strength of your mind. Without such, you likely would not be where you are today. 

Toji becomes one of the very few people you entrust your life with, if not the only person you fully trust to take your life into his hands. Despite his initial plans to leave you, he proves himself loyal to you, standing guard outside your room every night instead of retreating to his chambers and preventing disasters before they even happen. With his keen senses and hawk-like gaze, he catches suspicious figures in crowds, which he can recognize easily due to his upbringing as well. He used to be one of those lurking shadows, stalking packed spaces to find a target, only he was always too swift to be caught. 

Toji now takes to disposing of the people who mean you harm in private, away from your vision. While you are well aware of his capabilities, Toji has a tendency to become borderline sadistic when killing for you. Inspired now by his respect for you and your budding relationship, the honesty in your eyes and the sanctity of your life in his hands, he is more ruthless than he ever has been before in private, and he does not want you burdened by the vision. The guard does not question him, taking to caring for your parents and watching the palace walls while Toji handles the direct threats unto you. No one in the palace questions him any longer, for you have grown close to him and he to you, and the proof of him risking himself time and time again for the sake of you forces all heads away and onto the next thing. 

During the day, he is still and mute, a brick wall of eerie, bulky freight, but at night when you are alone, he’s making you laugh, sharing stories with you about gruesome bar fights he has been involved in and past jobs that have given him a run for his money. You always listen with curiosity, eyes bright with intrigue as a long forgotten book lay in your lap as you watch him, absorbing tellings of a world far from your reach. He does his best to leave out gory details, like the things that tend to keep him up at night, the things he is ashamed of having lived, but you always understand. You can always see more of him than he lets on in his gaze, how he stands and tenses, how he looks away after having held your gaze for too long. 

The dark haired man finds that he has never felt such security that you bring him, that while he keeps you safe, he feels safe in your defense, in your presence, in your path. You ease his mind somehow with your gentle grace and your unearthly beauty, with your loud cackles that he draws from you after dinner when he walks you to your room, a far cry from the contained chuckles you allow to slip when cozying up to someone for diplomatic and political purposes. 

You ease his mind with your warm grins, your soft hands that brush his arm when you get his attention, with the sweet breath that tickles his ear when you lean up to cup your hand over your mouth and whisper something to him. He always has to lean down for you as you reach up on your tiptoes, informing him of a task he must carry out in secret when all he can think about is the shiver that racks his spine when your coo of a whisper flutters directly into his ear. 

Toji does not want to admit that you make him feel strange when he starts to notice the way his chest tightens as you brush past, the air of your perfume lingering in his nose. He does not want to admit that this foreign warmth he now feels takes over his entire being, melting his hardened soul after he believed it to be beyond repair. He does not want to admit that he recognizes this feeling as love solely because he has never felt it before, never experienced the visceral pump of his blood into his heart or the honeyed comfort that slips into his understanding of lust. He does not want to admit that you attract him as more than someone he wishes to ravish, but as someone he has come to cherish deeply. 

He does not think it affects his job, for he has been at your side for nearly a year when you are finally appointed Queen and he still performs incredibly well. He stands at the upper corner of the grand hall, diamond chandelier twinkling brilliantly above your head in your wake as you inch your way down the aisle and up the purple velveted carpet. The kingdom watches you in awe, your gold encrusted gown dragging delicately over the floor, manicured hands clasped before you as you approach with your chin high and your chest puffed. You are a vision of artistry, of indescribable, unfathomable beauty, and Toji knows he loves you when he catches himself smiling gently as he watches you graze the room like fresh dew beaming on a crisp, sunlit morning. 

There is no sign of an attack when your new crown is placed upon your head, thanks to Toji and the word of his talents spreading like wildfire across villages, lands, and kingdoms alike. The entire world by now must know of the Queen’s bodyguard, who sticks to her side like glue and wipes out anything that even thinks of creeping into her path. His reputation proceeds him once more, yet now, he is proud of who he has become. He is proud, now, that he is killing for the good that is you, a woman deserving of every goodness that comes to her in this world, instead of for his own survival.

You do not marry. You refuse once you gain the power to deny the visiting of any more suitors, much to Toji’s relief. He had never been a fan of watching men kiss your feet, take your pretty hand in theirs and look you in the eye with a bent knee. He would have killed them all if you had not frowned upon so, for he did not believe anyone to be as deserving of a woman working to rebuild the economy for the sake of Toji’s village and all those who suffered along with him with such compassion and selflessness, not even him - as much as he cared for you.

Somehow, Toji’s duty to you triumphs over his desire for you. While he struggles, he respects you more than he has respected any human being in his life. His job is to make sure that you live, and that you do so peacefully and happily. You have transformed him into a noble man, and how you did so, he barely knows. What he does know, however, is that he loves you as much as he honors you. You are his Queen, he is your bodyguard - your right hand. He would never interfere with the boundaries set between the two of you, with the responsibility he has to you. 

Consequently, he stubbornly pushes away the telling looks that you share with him, your eagerness to jest, to press your touch to him and feel you near him, to remind yourself that he is still there. 

He knows. He sees it in your eyes, the unspoken yearning, the reason why you do not wish to marry anyone else, and you know that he knows, but he says nothing. He breaks his gaze away, he guides you back with a gentle hand to your waist and upper arm, and he leaves you every night, redrawing the line, keeping you at such a close distance. 

It’s been two years. The two of you now know one another better than you’ve known anyone, and Toji has been with you through thick and thin, through the death of you parents, the conflict with the council over the uncertainty regarding a future heir, your silent fatigue that only shows itself at the end of the day when no one else is looking and it is only you and him as he bids you good night. He’s seen it all, and you have seen him just as clearly. 

Tonight is no different as you enter your room sluggishly, sinking into the edge of your bed as you gaze ahead, an emptiness in your eyes. Toji stands at your door, examining you sternly. You look beat, aged by the years and the burden of ruling. The veil of composure lifts from you, and you slump, gown crowding over the floor and your aching feet, which dangle over the bed. 

Wordlessly, the dark haired man sighs and closes the door behind him. Within a second, he is kneeling before you, calloused hands grazing over the many layers of your gown to delicately cup your ankle. His touch pulls you back to reality and you look down, brows curling ever so subtly.

Toji cradles the back of your ankle and grips the stem of your glass heel. He slowly glides the cramping footwear from your foot, setting it to the side once it is free from its confinements. You watch him with ardor swelling in your gaze, his hands so rough when handling others, smoothing over your skin as though you are fragile.

He moves to your other shoe and glances up when he catches you staring in that way that makes his heart ache. “What is it, doll?” he murmurs, the nickname he bestowed upon you once condescendingly having stuck in a sweeter, more genuine manner. 

You don’t answer. You only gaze gratefully, tiredly, while Toji sets your other shoe to the side. He stays down on his knee, looking up at you. 

“You alright?” he asks and you sigh deeply. 

“You are the only person in this world I feel I can be myself with,” you eventually say earnestly, gently. Toji blinks, shifting slightly and nodding slowly.

“Back at ya,” is all he can manage to say under your loving stare. He almost feels suffocated by the way your eyes swallow him whole. “I get what you mean.”

“Everyone is just so-” you lift your hands in an attempt to physically depict what you want to say, but the words fail you and your arms stall in the air. “So-”

“Shitty?” Toji fills in with his own words for it, and you smile with a light giggle.

“Yes,” you drop your hands to your lap. “Shitty.”

Toji chuckles, the sound of you cursing still so funny to him. “Don’t I know it,” he agrees. He looks over your gown before back into your eyes, preparing to stand. “I’ll go call for the maids so they can’t get you outta this thing. You need to sleep.”

“Don’t,” you shake your head the second he moves to get up. He stops, sinking back down. “Not right now. I don’t want to see anyone else but you.”

Toji clenches his jaw, your words so sweet it kills him. “Don’t you wanna change? You get cranky in this thing after dark,” he jokes. 

“I know,” you say. Something flickers in your eyes as you look over his figure, a hint of desire swirling into weariness. “You do it.”

Toji furrows his brows. “What?”

“I want you to help me out of my dress instead,” you whisper. The green eyed man thinks he must have heard you incorrectly, his eyes going wide as he registers your request. “There’s nightgowns in that dresser over there. Bring one to me.”

“(Y/n),” he warns, heart fluttering and skin flushing over his chest. “I’m not gonna do that. It’s not right.”

“Why not?” you press. “As your Queen, I am giving you a task.”

“Yeah, but-” he scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m not gonna strip ya. That ain’t… I won’t do that.”

“Toji,” you lean forward, lids heavy over your eyes. You call his name sternly, yet still so quietly, and he can not help but bide by your will each time his name slips from your tongue in such a way when you need him. “I am asking you to help me. It is not wrong if it is what I want.”

“It’s wrong ‘cause I’m your bodyguard, not your-”

His words die in his throat before he can finish his sentence. “Not my what?” you mumble.

He gets lost in your gaze, in your scent, and he is struggling to find the words. His face is tense, brows knitted and lips curled, his scar creasing along with them. “I’m not in any place to do this stuff. You know that.”

“You are because I say that you are.”

“Anyone ever tell ya you can be a little cocky?” he smirks lightly to sway the mood. 

“Yes,” you roll your eyes. “You have.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he snickers. “Well, you are.”

“Stop trying to change the subject. Help me out of this dress.”

“Doll-”

“Now.”

Toji exhales, for he finds that he has no other choice once you have made up your mind about something. He pushes himself to his feet and stands over you, holding his hand out to you. “C’mon,” he mutters.

You slip your dainty handy into his palm and allow him to pull you up gently to your feet. Your face meets his chest, his height never failing to shock you up close, and when you look up he’s already peering down at you with heavy eyes. 

“Show me how to undo this thing,” he says impatiently under his breath, and you can tell by his hastiness that his nerves are jumping.

“I will, but you need to take your time. It’s fragile,” you whisper and he nods slowly.

“Alright.”

“Can you remove my jewelry?”

He inhales sharply. “Alright,” he says again.

You turn slowly, moving your hair out of the way to expose your neck to him. He grits his teeth, seeking some sort of self control as his fingers move to unclasp your many chains of expensive necklaces. His knuckles brush your skin, and he watches as bumps ghost over your neck after he has touched it. 

Your scent invades him as his hands lower over your shoulders to bring your necklaces down from your chest. His chest bumps against your back accidentally, brushing over your shoulders, and you both twitch at the contact. God, he feels like a teenage boy, losing himself over breathing you in. 

You tell him to go place the necklaces on their stand on your armoire, then to find a nightgown for you to wear. Toji feels weak, rifling through your clothes as though it is a sin to even be seeing them. Your silk fabrics smooth over his fingers before he pinches one into his hand and brings it to lay out on your bed. 

“Now, see the string tying my corset in the back?” you ask over your shoulder, Toji humming distractedly when he locates it and stands behind you again. “Unravel it.”

As though entranced by your demand, he does, despite every voice in his heading screaming in protest. He should not be with you like this, the Queen, so privately in your room lit daily by the kiss of candlelight and swarmed by the scent of patchouli incense and your damned perfume. Toji’s head feels hazy, thick digits tugging at your string and drawing it out slowly, watching as the ribbon unfolds and drapes down your train.

“Now what?” he murmurs.

“Loosen it so I can take it off.”

“Heh?” he scrunches his brows, looking over the weaving of the lace between your corset. 

“Just peel either side of the corset back,” you clarify. “Now that it’s untied, it will come apart.”

He obliges with uncertainty, cautiously tugging back either side of the thick fabric, the lace stretching and pooling over your back. “Okay, I’m going to raise my arms so you can pull it over my head.”

“Jesus, this thing is so damn extra.”

“Be quiet and just do it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You lift your arms into the air and Toji catches the way your curves peak out. His eye twitches as he pulls the corset over your head, off your arms, and from your body. A second corset, thinner and more form fitting, graces your waist and exposes your bare back to him, as well as the healed burn on your right shoulder that you told him about so long ago.

He clears his throat, setting the outer corset onto the bed with his fingers stilling on your hip. “What now?” he asks.

“Do the same with the rest. This one’s connected to the bottom part.”

“...What about your… uh…”

“There’s another layer under it, don’t worry,” you assure him. “Why? Is my fierce and scary bodyguard nervous?”

“Don’t even,” he grumbles and your shoulders shake with a silent laugh.

The ruffle of your clothing fills the air as Toji works his fingers through the second set of lace, loosening it and pulling it from your body. You slide your arms from the thin straps of this layer and allow Toji to drag the fabric down. His eyes train on the way it smooths over your frame, a nude colored set revealing as he pulls, pulls, pulls until the fabric is pooling around your ankles.

All that you are covered in now is a hoop cage over your hips and sleeveless underwear the same shade as your skin tone that holds you sinfully tight. Toji’s heart is in his ears and the blood in his body is surging out everywhere, including toward his crotch. He’s biting down on his teeth so hard as he holds your arm and helps you step out of the net like framing for your gown, breaths labored.

Your dazzling (e/c) hues catch his as his hand lingers on your waist and your arm, his figure now before you again. He keeps a tough facial expression, but his eyes yet again give him away as he coolly takes in your body, the way your cleavage pools out of your garments and your skin milks into a breathtaking glow. 

You feel his thumb swipe over the curve of your back, experimentally caressing the space as his other hand slides up your arm and over your shoulder. His thumb touches your chin, reels back hesitantly, then touches again, sliding delicately over your cheek. You welcome the contact, your hands raising to press against his lower abdomen as he lingers over you, so closely, so intimately. You can feel his abdominals, rigid and tense, contract beneath your palms though they are barely touching him, and you look down at how small your fingers look pressing into the wall of his stomach. 

“Doll,” he murmurs, voice gravelly and husky as it breathes out. You hum, lashes fluttering when his hand slides to hold the entire side of your face. He melts before you, your beauty so striking that it almost scares him, and nothing has ever scared Toji Fushiguro before. “You need to get to bed.”

“In a bit,” you mutter, gaze wandering over his lips and back up to his eyes. You sink into him, inching closer until he’s surrounding you, swarming you. “Stand with me like this longer.”

“I can’t stay here much longer. You know that.”

“What I say goes. I say you can.”

“(Y/n).”

“No,” you breathe, shaking your head as he looks over your features softly. “I do not care.”

“Well, I do,” he says, brushing a piece of hair gently from your forehead. You lean into his palm, a soft pout on your lips. “I’ve got one job, and that’s to keep you safe, y’understand?”

“And that is all this is?” you murmur, eyes darting over him. “That is the only reason you protect me? Because it is your job?”

He tilts his head slightly, smoothing his hand up and down your spine as you push yourself closer to him. Against his better judgment, against his instincts, he allows you. Even if just for a moment. Even if he never gets to feel you this way again, so plush against him, yearning and wistful.

“You know that ain’t true,” he tells you.

You bring your hands up, smoothing them up to his chest and you coo. “So stay,” you beg. “Please.”

“You’re killin’ me, y’know that?” he exhales, his nose brushing against yours as you close in on him, just centimeters away from his lips. 

He holds you, shares the same breath as you, and in this moment he forgets about the barrier between you. He forgets where he came from, he forgets what your role in this world is, he forgets his duty to you and how complicated it is that it has now molded into some emotional connection. He forgets that you will need to marry one day to continue your legacy, that he himself is not a King nor a man of royalty, that he was born of hate and abandonment while you were born to be something. He forgets, as your warmth consumes him and the taste of you is so close he can smell it, that he could never take your relationship beyond what it already is. That he is not, and never has been, a man made for love yet somehow you have fooled him into believing that he is made for loving you.

“Why are you fighting me,” your eyes close, fingers inching over his shoulders and arms wrapping around his neck.

“‘Cause I can’t let myself do this to ya,” he grumbles.

“Why?”

“Stop asking me questions.”

“Do you love me?” 

The question is a heated gasp against his mouth, and Toji, no longer harboring the willpower to push away from you, can only respond honestly.

“Y’know I do.”

Your fingers tangle into his silky black hair and his hand brings your faces together. “Then stay.”

“Okay.”

Your lips feel like a fluff of cloud melting into his, the rich, sugary taste of your mouth clashing into his own. You’re soft against his hard body as you crush into him, swooning and sinking as though you no longer have the strength to stand and he is catching you, bringing you to him as though it is the last time he will ever touch you in such a way, the last time he will ever have the privilege of tasting your sacred mouth.

Toji is a rough man, but he handles you gingerly, gradually as he savors you for everything his life has ever been worth. You overstimulate him with your mind numbing squeezes and the gentle sounds of satisfaction that slip from your throat into his. Toji thinks he can die blissfully happy as he encircles you, ravaging your lips with hard brows and a fuzzy mind. He crowds over you, so tall and big that you have no choice but to succumb to all of him in his embrace. He overpowers you, and you adore it, ruffling messily through his locks as his hands wander your hips generously, appreciatively, lovingly. 

He guides you back, leaning over with his hand firm to your back to ease you onto your bed, lips still locked. His body is thinking for itself as his lips swarm you, tongue gliding into yours and searching every space of your cavern. You arch into him needily, sensually, and Toji pushes further though remaining mindful not to hurt you. He wouldn’t dare. 

Your thighs lift to crowd his torso as he curves down into you, hovering over your gorgeous body. His lips crash into your cheek, over your jaw and down your neck, sliding his tongue hungrily over your skin with heady groans. Your lips part and your head tosses back onto your sheets, hushed gasps and contented sighs spilling from you, and even the noises you make are as angelic as you are. 

His large hand cradles your head as he ducks down to care for your chest, hot lips sucking over your skin like he is enjoying a meal. Your hands tighten in his hair, his mouth easing you into astounding pleasure before his lips are back on yours, more desperate, more lustful. 

“Toj…” you moan and he grunts into you, arms caging you beneath him and lower half pressing into your own. Your blurry eyes peer past strands of his hair as he consumes you, kisses you, worships you. 

“Yeah, darlin,” he exhales into your mouth as your bodies writhe against the barrier of clothing. “Talk t’me. What is it, my girl?”

“Do not… mmm, don’t leave me. Not tonight,” you plead in between weighted kisses.

Toji pulls back to look you in the eyes, hands exploring all over you. “Nothin’ could take me from you now, doll,” he swears, pupils enlarged and shrinking the green expanse of his eyes. “I’ll take good care of ya, promise. I swear on m’life. I got you, baby, I got ya.”

You whimper and his lips find yours again, kissing into you his promise of devotion.

Toji swaddles you with love for hours on end, into the early morning, molding marks of his loyalty over your stomach and down your legs, kissing over your scars, and pulling release after release from your core. He’s tender, firm but soft as he makes love to you and molds the shape of him into your essence. Imprints of your fingernails into his skin and your teeth marks into his shoulder encourage him to drag every moan, every ounce of fluid from your body. And god, you feel better than Toji could have ever envisioned. You’ve ruined him with your passion, with your pretty entranced gazes and your loving kisses, your insatiable need for him to give you more and for yourself to give him more. You’re sweet. So sweet, and Toji loves you more than himself, therefore he promises to give you what you want tonight and to return to his responsibility tomorrow.

It is his duty to you after all, to protect you, to love you from afar.

[esotericalchemist]

𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 •°❀

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The Sun sign in astrology reveals the heart of your being, representing your soul's journey toward fulfilling its higher purpose. It shines light on your core essence, the inner vitality that fuels your ambitions, creativity, and self-expression. Beyond its connection to identity, the Sun reflects your deepest desires and the path you are meant to take to grow and evolve. It guides you through life’s trials, illuminating the lessons you are here to learn and the ways you can radiate your unique brilliance into the world. Understanding your Sun sign allows you to uncover your spiritual mission, aligning your personal will with the cosmic forces that shape your destiny.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Aries isn't just about ambition or leadership—it's about initiation and the soul’s need to express its true nature. Aries is where the Sun is exalted, which means it’s in its most powerful state. This placement brings the energy of dynamism and an unyielding drive toward self-expression. But the deeper meaning here is not just about being assertive; it's about discovering your divine mission and stepping into your karmic role without hesitation. In Aries, you are tasked with forging your path as a warrior of the soul, shedding layers of inauthenticity and embracing your primal, unrefined willpower. This is the place where you learn to be unapologetically you, breaking through fears of inadequacy and embracing the raw power of your self-expression.

Through the Houses:

First House: You embody the pure essence of Aries. The fire of the Sun pushes you to develop a strong sense of identity. It's about defining who you are, independent of external influences. Leadership isn't just a skill; it's your inherent nature. The lesson here is to embrace your individuality without over-identifying with ego.

Second House: Your drive for self-worth and material security is strong, but the deeper lesson is to find inner value beyond possessions. This placement pushes you to understand that your resources are a reflection of your inner strength. Material growth comes when you align with your soul's purpose.

Third House: Communication becomes a battlefield. You push boundaries in how you speak, learn, and share knowledge. Your words carry authority, and your thoughts are pioneering. You’re not just here to exchange ideas, but to lead conversations that matter, reshaping the narrative of your life.

Fourth House: The Sun in Aries here shines a light on your ancestral karma and home life. The challenge is to break free from old family patterns that inhibit your growth. You are meant to create a home that reflects your unique vision, rather than conforming to tradition. It’s about owning your emotional independence.

Fifth House: This placement makes you a pioneer in creative expression and romance. Your creativity is bold and unrestrained, often ahead of its time. You're called to embrace your inner child and take risks in artistic endeavors, breaking societal norms in how you express love, joy, and pleasure.

Sixth House: You are a relentless worker, but the deeper lesson here is to balance your fiery drive with self-care. This placement teaches you that overwork without purpose drains vitality. Your true challenge is to find meaningful work that aligns with your karmic duty, not just physical survival.

Seventh House: Relationships become a mirror for your personal growth. The Sun in Aries pushes you to assert yourself, but also to learn compromise and collaboration. You may dominate your partnerships, but the higher lesson is to cultivate equal relationships where both partners can express their individuality.

Eighth House: Transformation is your life theme here. You are constantly reborn, often through crises or deep, personal change. The Sun in Aries in this house wants you to face your fears and emerge stronger. You are meant to become a spiritual warrior, unafraid to dive into the unknown to find your true power.

Ninth House: You are a trailblazer in philosophy, religion, and higher knowledge. The Sun here makes you question traditional beliefs and carve out your own spiritual or philosophical path. The deeper lesson is to lead others toward truth by first discovering it for yourself. You may challenge orthodox teachings and create new ways of thinking.

Tenth House: Career becomes a stage for your personal mission. The Sun in Aries pushes you to the forefront of your professional life, making you a leader or a trailblazer in your field. But it’s not just about success—this placement calls for you to make a lasting impact on the world, using your career as a vehicle for your soul’s purpose.

Eleventh House: The Sun in Aries makes you a leader within your social groups or communities. Your individuality shines through your friendships and collective endeavors. You may feel the urge to revolutionize group dynamics or societal structures. The higher lesson here is to use your influence for the collective good, without losing your sense of self.

Twelfth House: Here, the Sun in Aries guides you through the subconscious realm. It’s a spiritual warrior placement, where you must face hidden fears, dissolve the ego, and engage in deep soul work. Your true power comes when you learn to surrender control and let your spiritual self lead the way. The lesson is about finding strength in vulnerability and transformation.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Taurus is about grounding and solidifying the energy that Aries initiated. Taurus is a fixed earth sign, ruled by Venus, and when the Sun is placed here, its fiery energy is tempered by the desire for stability, security, and material comfort. However, at a deeper level, the Sun in Taurus is about finding self-worth beyond physical possessions. It’s a journey of learning to cultivate inner peace, resilience, and an appreciation for the beauty and value of life itself. Taurus is often misunderstood as merely a sign focused on indulgence, but the Sun here is about mastering the art of building a life of quality—emotionally, spiritually, and physically. It represents the quest for long-term fulfillment and sustainability.

Through the Houses:

First House: The Sun in Taurus makes you exude a calm, grounded presence. You seek stability in life and tend to build a strong sense of self through physical or material accomplishments. The deeper lesson here is learning that your identity isn’t just about what you own or how you appear but stems from inner security and self-worth.

Second House: Your sense of value and security is closely tied to material wealth and possessions. The Sun here amplifies your need for financial security, but it also challenges you to find value in non-material things—like self-love and inner peace. You must learn that true wealth is internal.

Third House: You are a steady and persistent communicator. You prefer to take a practical and methodical approach to learning and sharing knowledge. The deeper calling of the Sun here is to express your thoughts with both clarity and creativity, balancing practicality with an appreciation for beauty in words.

Fourth House: Your sense of emotional security is linked to a stable home environment. You seek to create a sanctuary where you feel safe and grounded. However, the Sun in Taurus in this house challenges you to cultivate emotional stability from within, rather than relying solely on external factors like family or property.

Fifth House: Creativity and pleasure are approached in a sensual, steady way. You find joy in indulging in life’s simple pleasures, and your creative endeavors often reflect beauty and harmony. The Sun here pushes you to explore the deeper value in your creative expression—are you creating for enjoyment, or are you channeling your higher self through your art?

Sixth House: You have a strong work ethic and are diligent in your daily routines. The Sun in Taurus here highlights your need for stability in health and work life. The deeper lesson is about finding balance between work and self-care, ensuring that your routines are nurturing and sustainable, not just a means to an end.

Seventh House: Relationships for you are about security and stability. You seek partnerships that provide a sense of grounding. However, the Sun here asks you to ensure that your need for comfort doesn’t lead to possessiveness or stagnation in relationships. The lesson is to find harmony between comfort and growth.

Eighth House: You are deeply tied to the material world, even in matters of transformation and loss. The Sun in Taurus here forces you to face issues of control and security, particularly around shared resources or intimacy. The challenge is to embrace change without clinging to material or emotional safety nets.

Ninth House: Your approach to spirituality and higher learning is rooted in practical wisdom. You seek truth in tangible experiences rather than abstract philosophies. The Sun here challenges you to broaden your horizons and find a deeper, more expansive meaning in life that transcends material reality.

Tenth House: You strive for success and recognition in a steady, persistent manner. The Sun in Taurus here makes you a reliable and determined leader, but the deeper lesson is to ensure that your career aligns with your inner values. True success comes when your professional life is a reflection of your personal worth.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are focused on building stability and security. The Sun in Taurus here calls you to bring beauty and practicality to your community and social causes. However, it also challenges you to not limit your dreams to the material world—there is a higher purpose to be found in your connections.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Taurus in the twelfth house draws you into the realm of subconscious desires for comfort and stability. You may have a hidden yearning for peace and security, but the Sun here teaches you to let go of attachments and find inner stability through spiritual surrender. The lesson is about releasing the need for control and finding serenity within.

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Gemini is about intellectual curiosity and versatility. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, the planet of communication, intellect, and adaptability. When the Sun is placed here, its energy manifests through a need to express, learn, and connect. However, the deeper meaning of the Sun in Gemini goes beyond just being a social butterfly or a quick thinker. It represents the journey of understanding duality—balancing opposites, integrating knowledge from different sources, and using mental agility to make sense of the world. The Sun in Gemini pushes you to explore life’s complexities while seeking out the truth in the midst of diversity. It’s a placement that challenges you to connect the dots between seemingly unrelated ideas, becoming a channel for higher wisdom through your sharp intellect.

Through the Houses:

First House: You are the embodiment of mental agility and quick wit. Your identity is tied to your ability to communicate and adapt to your environment. The deeper lesson is to not scatter your energy in too many directions but to use your intellect with focus and intention, becoming a master of communication.

Second House: Your approach to financial security is highly mental. You may generate income through communication, writing, or intellectual pursuits. The Sun here teaches you that true value lies in knowledge and ideas, not just material wealth. You are called to recognize your intellectual assets as a source of self-worth.

Third House: This is the natural placement for Gemini, amplifying your curiosity and need for connection. You thrive in environments where you can exchange ideas and gather information. The deeper lesson is to cultivate depth in your interactions—don’t just skim the surface; explore topics with more focus and intention.

Fourth House: Your home life may be intellectualized, with a focus on mental stimulation within the family. The Sun in Gemini here challenges you to create emotional security not just through conversation but through understanding the emotional needs of yourself and others. The goal is to bridge the mind and the heart.

Fifth House: Your creativity is channeled through intellectual pursuits, whether through writing, teaching, or other forms of communication. The Sun in Gemini in this house urges you to infuse playfulness into your creative expressions but also challenges you to find meaning and purpose in your creative endeavors.

Sixth House: You bring versatility and adaptability to your work and daily routines. The Sun here makes you a problem solver, someone who can juggle multiple tasks. The deeper lesson is about using your intellect for service—how can you contribute your knowledge and skills to help others or improve your environment?

Seventh House: In relationships, you seek mental stimulation and communication. You are drawn to partners who engage your mind. The Sun in Gemini here challenges you to balance intellectual connection with emotional intimacy, ensuring that relationships aren’t just about conversation but also deeper understanding.

Eighth House: You approach transformation and the unknown with curiosity. You may intellectualize emotional or taboo topics, using your mind to explore hidden truths. The Sun in this house calls you to dive deeper into psychological and spiritual realms, using your intellect as a tool for profound inner growth.

Ninth House: Your quest for higher knowledge is diverse and eclectic. You are drawn to many different philosophies, and the Sun here urges you to integrate these ideas into a cohesive worldview. The deeper lesson is to find your own truth within the multitude of perspectives you encounter.

Tenth House: Your career may involve communication, teaching, or intellectual work. The Sun in Gemini here makes you a versatile and adaptable leader, but the deeper lesson is to find a path that aligns with your soul’s higher purpose, not just your intellectual curiosity. True success comes from a balance of mind and heart.

Eleventh House: Your social connections are based on shared ideas and intellectual pursuits. The Sun here makes you a networker, someone who thrives in groups where knowledge is exchanged. The challenge is to bring meaningful change to your social circles or communities by using your intellect for the greater good.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Gemini in the twelfth house guides you to explore the subconscious mind and hidden realms of thought. You are called to use your intellect to uncover hidden truths and spiritual wisdom. The deeper lesson is to surrender the ego and find clarity in the silence of the mind, bridging intellect with intuition.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Cancer represents a deep emotional intelligence and a strong connection to the nurturing qualities of the self. Cancer is ruled by the Moon, and when the Sun is placed here, it brings forth an energy of protection, care, and emotional depth. However, the deeper significance of the Sun in Cancer goes beyond just being emotional or sensitive—it is about understanding the sacred role of emotions in life’s journey and how they fuel your sense of purpose. This placement highlights the soul's need to connect with its roots, its emotional foundation, and to foster a sense of inner security. The Sun in Cancer often pushes you to explore the balance between caring for others and protecting your own inner world, teaching you that true strength comes from emotional resilience and a deep connection to your heart's desires.

Through the Houses:

First House: You project an emotionally grounded and nurturing persona. The Sun in Cancer here makes you deeply sensitive to your environment, but the deeper lesson is to protect your energy and build emotional boundaries that allow you to flourish without absorbing too much from others.

Second House: Your sense of security is rooted in emotional stability, and you may seek financial security through nurturing professions or caregiving. The Sun here challenges you to understand that wealth is not just about material resources but also about emotional fulfillment and building a strong foundation for the soul.

Third House: Communication is colored by emotion, and you have a natural ability to connect with others on an empathetic level. The Sun in Cancer here pushes you to speak from the heart, but it also encourages you to learn how to manage your emotions when engaging in dialogue. You are called to balance intuition with logic in your speech.

Fourth House: This is the most natural house for the Sun in Cancer, as it highlights your deep connection to home, family, and roots. The deeper lesson here is to find emotional security within yourself, rather than depending on external environments or family dynamics. You are meant to create a sanctuary of inner peace.

Fifth House: Your creativity and self-expression are deeply emotional, and you find joy in nurturing others or engaging in artistic endeavors that come from the heart. The Sun here teaches you to embrace your inner child and express your emotions freely, using creativity as a way to heal and connect with others.

Sixth House: You approach work and service with emotional dedication, often taking on roles where you can care for others or offer support. The deeper lesson here is about balancing your emotional energy with self-care, ensuring that you do not deplete yourself while trying to nurture others in your daily routines.

Seventh House: Relationships become the focus of your emotional energy, and you are deeply invested in partnerships that provide emotional security. The Sun in Cancer here challenges you to ensure that your relationships are balanced, teaching you to nurture others while also receiving care and emotional support in return.

Eighth House: You are emotionally drawn to transformation and the mysteries of life. The Sun in Cancer in this house highlights your need for emotional intimacy and depth in shared resources or spiritual pursuits. The challenge is to learn emotional detachment when necessary, embracing change as a form of emotional growth.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and spirituality is deeply emotional, and you may be drawn to spiritual paths that emphasize nurturing or protection. The Sun here pushes you to expand your emotional awareness through philosophical or spiritual teachings, finding emotional fulfillment in your quest for truth.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are driven by a need to care for or nurture others. The Sun in Cancer here may push you toward roles where you can emotionally connect with the world. The deeper lesson is to ensure that your career aligns with your emotional needs, finding purpose in your professional life by nurturing both yourself and others.

Eleventh House: You are emotionally connected to your social circles and long-term goals, seeking groups that provide a sense of family or emotional security. The Sun in Cancer here challenges you to nurture your friendships while also pursuing your personal dreams, balancing emotional fulfillment with collective growth.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Cancer in the twelfth house draws you into the realm of the subconscious and hidden emotions. You may be highly attuned to the emotional undercurrents of life, and the Sun here challenges you to release emotional attachments that no longer serve you. The deeper lesson is about finding emotional freedom through spiritual surrender.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Leo is a powerful placement as the Sun rules Leo, making this position one of the most natural expressions of solar energy. Leo is the sign of leadership, creativity, and self-expression, but the deeper meaning of the Sun in Leo is about embodying your divine purpose with authenticity and grace. The Sun in Leo isn't just about seeking attention or fame; it's about stepping into your role as a creator, someone who shines their inner light unapologetically, inspiring others through personal example. It is a karmic call to own your personal power, but with the wisdom that true leadership comes from the heart, not from ego-driven motives. The Sun in Leo teaches you that your greatest power comes from knowing yourself and sharing your gifts generously with the world.

Through the Houses:

First House: You radiate confidence and have a natural magnetism that draws others to you. The Sun in Leo in the first house challenges you to be a leader by example, to step into your authentic self without arrogance. You are called to develop self-awareness and embody the light of your higher self.

Second House: You find value and security in your self-worth, often seeking to express your personal power through material or financial success. The Sun in Leo here teaches you to recognize that true wealth comes from within, and your greatest asset is your ability to shine your light in ways that bring lasting value.

Third House: Communication and learning are avenues where you can express your creativity and leadership. You have a natural flair for speaking or teaching, but the deeper lesson here is to ensure that your voice uplifts and inspires, rather than dominating conversations. You are meant to communicate with heart.

Fourth House: Your sense of emotional security is tied to being recognized and appreciated in your home or family life. The Sun in Leo here asks you to create a warm and loving environment where your inner light can flourish. The lesson is to shine your light without seeking validation, finding emotional security from within.

Fifth House: This is a natural placement for the Sun, enhancing your creative abilities and self-expression. You are called to lead through your artistic talents, romantic endeavors, or relationship with children. The deeper lesson is to cultivate joy and passion, not for external approval, but for the pure joy of creation.

Sixth House: Your approach to work and service is filled with pride and dedication. The Sun in Leo here challenges you to balance your need for recognition with humility, ensuring that your work serves a higher purpose. You are called to lead through example, bringing your heart into your daily routines and service to others.

Seventh House: Relationships are a stage for your self-expression, and you seek partners who reflect your creative or leadership qualities. The Sun in Leo in this house teaches you to balance your needs for recognition with the needs of your partner, creating a dynamic where both individuals shine together, rather than competing for the spotlight.

Eighth House: You have a powerful presence when it comes to transformation and shared resources. The Sun in Leo here pushes you to embrace personal power in matters of intimacy, spirituality, and deep emotional connections. The lesson is to use your transformative power wisely, ensuring that it is aligned with your higher self, rather than ego.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and truth is expressed through leadership and creative exploration. The Sun in Leo in the ninth house urges you to lead in philosophical, spiritual, or academic matters. The deeper calling is to inspire others through your journey, sharing your insights in a way that uplifts and enlightens.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are places where your leadership shines brightest. The Sun in Leo in the tenth house makes you a natural authority figure, but the deeper lesson is to ensure that your success is aligned with your soul's purpose. You are called to be a leader who inspires through genuine integrity and heart-centered ambition.

Eleventh House: You are a leader within your social circles or community, often playing a central role in group endeavors. The Sun in Leo here asks you to use your influence to uplift the collective, ensuring that your personal goals align with the greater good. The lesson is to shine brightly without overshadowing the contributions of others.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Leo in the twelfth house draws your creative energy into the spiritual and subconscious realms. You are called to express your inner light in subtle or hidden ways, often working behind the scenes. The deeper lesson is about finding your true self through spiritual surrender, shining brightly even in solitude or silence.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Virgo brings a focus on precision, service, and mastery of detail. Virgo is ruled by Mercury, the planet of intellect, but the deeper significance of the Sun in Virgo lies in its need for refinement and perfection. This placement isn’t just about being analytical or critical; it’s about learning to align your actions with a higher purpose through meticulous care and dedication. The Sun in Virgo asks you to develop discernment and serve with humility, but it also challenges you to recognize the value of imperfection. It’s a call to use your sharp mind and detailed approach to improve systems, whether internal or external, in a way that honors the divine order of the universe. In essence, the Sun in Virgo is about integrating spiritual awareness into the mundane, finding the sacred in the everyday.

Through the Houses:

First House: You approach life with a sense of duty and a desire to improve yourself and your environment. The Sun in Virgo in the first house makes you highly self-aware and critical, but the deeper lesson is to use this energy for self-improvement rather than self-judgment. You are called to embody humility and service in your personal expression.

Second House: You bring a practical and analytical approach to finances and self-worth. The Sun here challenges you to recognize that your true value lies not just in what you possess but in your ability to serve others and improve systems. Your lesson is to find security through competence and purpose, not just material wealth.

Third House: Communication and learning are approached with precision and attention to detail. The Sun in Virgo in this house asks you to use your intellect to solve problems and refine your ideas. The deeper calling is to use your words to heal or improve the lives of others, combining knowledge with compassion.

Fourth House: Your emotional foundation is rooted in a desire for order and stability at home. The Sun in Virgo here pushes you to create a nurturing environment that promotes health and well-being. The lesson is to avoid perfectionism in your personal life, instead focusing on cultivating emotional security through small, meaningful improvements.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are approached with a meticulous eye for detail. The Sun in Virgo in this house challenges you to take pride in your creative work but also to let go of the need for perfection. You are called to embrace joy in the process of creation rather than focusing solely on the outcome.

Sixth House: This is a natural placement for the Sun in Virgo, emphasizing service, health, and daily routines. You are driven to improve yourself and others through work or health-related activities. The deeper lesson is to balance service with self-care, ensuring that you are not sacrificing your well-being for the sake of perfection.

Seventh House: Relationships for you are about service and mutual improvement. The Sun in Virgo here challenges you to offer support and care to your partner without becoming overly critical or nitpicky. The deeper calling is to create harmonious relationships that are based on mutual growth and understanding, with a focus on refinement, not criticism.

Eighth House: You approach transformation and shared resources with an analytical and practical mindset. The Sun in Virgo in the eighth house asks you to be discerning in matters of intimacy and trust, but the deeper lesson is to surrender control and trust the process of transformation, using your intellect to navigate life’s mysteries.

Ninth House: Your pursuit of higher knowledge and spirituality is grounded in practical wisdom. The Sun in Virgo here encourages you to study philosophy or spirituality with an analytical eye, but it also challenges you to integrate what you learn into your daily life. The deeper lesson is to find divine order in both grand and mundane aspects of life.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are driven by a desire for excellence and service. The Sun in Virgo in this house makes you a diligent and responsible leader, but the deeper challenge is to ensure that your pursuit of perfection does not lead to burnout. You are called to lead by example, improving systems for the greater good without becoming overly self-critical.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are approached with a desire for improvement and practicality. The Sun in Virgo here asks you to refine your social impact, focusing on causes that benefit others. The deeper lesson is to avoid over-analyzing group dynamics and instead focus on how you can contribute meaningfully to collective goals.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Virgo in the twelfth house draws your attention to the need for inner purification and spiritual service. You may feel a strong urge to improve yourself on a subconscious level, but the deeper lesson is about letting go of perfectionism and embracing the imperfections of the soul. Your calling is to serve through humility and spiritual dedication, recognizing the divine in the smallest details of life.

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Libra is in its debilitation, meaning it is in a sign where it struggles to express its natural energy. Libra, ruled by Venus, is about balance, harmony, and relationships, whereas the Sun represents individuality, ego, and personal power. The deeper significance of the Sun in Libra lies in the journey of learning to balance personal will with the needs and desires of others. This placement is not just about compromise or diplomacy—it’s about understanding the dance between self and other, and how true power is found through collaboration, fairness, and mutual respect. The Sun in Libra challenges you to cultivate your individuality without overshadowing others, teaching you the importance of shared success and the value of harmonious relationships.

Through the Houses:

First House: You are naturally diplomatic and focused on creating harmony in your surroundings. However, the Sun in Libra in the first house challenges you to develop a stronger sense of self while maintaining your desire for balance. The deeper lesson is to find inner equilibrium between your personal identity and your role in relationships.

Second House: Your approach to wealth and security is linked to partnerships and fairness. The Sun in Libra here asks you to balance personal gain with ethical and fair practices. The deeper calling is to understand that true value lies not only in material wealth but also in the quality of your relationships and how you treat others.

Third House: Communication for you is focused on fairness and diplomacy. The Sun in Libra in this house challenges you to assert your voice without losing sight of harmony. The lesson is to learn how to speak your truth while fostering mutual understanding, making sure your intellectual pursuits benefit both yourself and those around you.

Fourth House: You seek emotional security through balance and fairness in your home life. The Sun in Libra here urges you to create a peaceful and harmonious family environment, but the deeper lesson is to ensure that your emotional needs are not sacrificed in the pursuit of external harmony. Finding balance between giving and receiving is key.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are linked to beauty, balance, and refinement. The Sun in Libra in this house calls you to express yourself in ways that inspire harmony and peace. The deeper challenge is to embrace your individuality in your creative endeavors without overly relying on the approval of others.

Sixth House: Your approach to work and service is grounded in a desire to create harmony and fairness in your environment. The Sun in Libra here challenges you to maintain balance in your work relationships and daily routines, ensuring that you are not overextending yourself in the name of harmony. The deeper lesson is to serve in a way that honors both yourself and others.

Seventh House: This is a natural placement for the Sun in Libra, emphasizing the importance of partnerships. You are deeply invested in creating balanced and harmonious relationships, but the challenge is to avoid losing yourself in the process. The lesson is to find equal partnerships where both individuals can shine, rather than sacrificing your individuality for the sake of peace.

Eighth House: You approach transformation and shared resources with a focus on balance and fairness. The Sun in Libra in this house urges you to navigate deep emotional or financial matters with diplomacy and grace. The deeper lesson is to learn how to assert your own needs and boundaries while maintaining harmony in these intense areas of life.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and truth is guided by principles of fairness and justice. The Sun in Libra here calls you to explore philosophies and belief systems that emphasize balance and harmony. The deeper challenge is to remain true to your personal beliefs while respecting the perspectives of others, finding common ground in your spiritual journey.

Tenth House: In your career and public life, you strive to create balance and fairness. The Sun in Libra in the tenth house makes you a natural diplomat or mediator in professional settings, but the deeper lesson is to assert your leadership in a way that honors both your individual goals and the collective good. True success comes from fostering cooperation and mutual respect.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are centered around creating harmony within groups. The Sun in Libra here challenges you to take a leadership role in social causes or communities, promoting fairness and equality. The deeper lesson is to ensure that your personal aspirations align with the greater good, finding a balance between self-interest and collective progress.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Libra in the twelfth house draws your focus inward, emphasizing the need to balance your inner world. You may feel a strong urge to create peace and harmony within yourself, but the deeper lesson is about releasing attachments to external validation. This placement encourages you to find balance through spiritual surrender, letting go of the need for approval and finding harmony within.

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Scorpio brings intensity, depth, and transformation. Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Ketu (as well as Pluto in modern Astrology), and when the Sun is placed here, its fiery energy is channeled into the mysterious, hidden, and transformational aspects of life. The deeper significance of the Sun in Scorpio lies in its ability to face the darkness within, using challenges and crises as tools for personal and spiritual growth. This is a placement that demands inner strength, emotional resilience, and the courage to embrace the unknown. The Sun in Scorpio pushes you to go beyond superficiality, compelling you to dive deep into the core of your being, where true power lies. It’s a journey of self-discovery and empowerment through transformation and shedding old layers of identity.

Through the Houses:

First House: You exude intensity and magnetic presence. The Sun in Scorpio in the first house makes you fiercely self-aware, with a powerful need to understand yourself and your deeper motivations. The lesson here is to balance your desire for control with the need for personal transformation, using your intense willpower for self-mastery rather than domination.

Second House: Your approach to security and wealth is rooted in emotional and psychological depth. The Sun in Scorpio here challenges you to transform your relationship with material resources, recognizing that true worth comes from within. The deeper calling is to release attachments to possessions and instead cultivate inner value and resilience.

Third House: Communication for you is intense and profound. The Sun in Scorpio in this house urges you to explore hidden truths and express yourself with emotional depth. The deeper lesson is to learn how to channel your intensity in a constructive way, using your words to empower others and uncover the truth, without becoming overly secretive or manipulative.

Fourth House: Your emotional security is tied to transformation and deep psychological insight. The Sun in Scorpio here challenges you to confront old family patterns or emotional wounds. The deeper lesson is to create a foundation of inner strength, where emotional depth is a source of power rather than vulnerability.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are intense and transformative. The Sun in Scorpio in this house calls you to express your passion through creative endeavors or romantic pursuits that challenge you to grow and evolve. The deeper challenge is to embrace vulnerability in your self-expression, allowing your inner power to shine through without fear.

Sixth House: You approach work and service with intensity and determination. The Sun in Scorpio in the sixth house challenges you to transform your daily routines and health habits, using discipline and willpower. The deeper lesson is to serve others in a way that is both empowering and transformative, ensuring that your efforts lead to growth and healing.

Seventh House: Relationships are deeply transformative for you. The Sun in Scorpio in this house makes you seek intense emotional connections, but the challenge is to balance power dynamics within partnerships. The deeper calling is to engage in relationships that foster mutual growth and transformation, where both individuals are empowered rather than controlled.

Eighth House: This is a natural placement for the Sun, amplifying your connection to transformation, shared resources, and deep psychological insight. The Sun in Scorpio here challenges you to embrace change and personal transformation, using crises or challenges as catalysts for growth. The lesson is to find empowerment through surrender, accepting the cycles of death and rebirth in life.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and spirituality is marked by intensity and a desire for deep transformation. The Sun in Scorpio here pushes you to explore esoteric or hidden wisdom, seeking truth beyond the surface. The deeper challenge is to integrate this knowledge into your life in a way that fosters personal evolution and spiritual empowerment.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are marked by a need for control, power, and transformation. The Sun in Scorpio in the tenth house challenges you to find a career path that allows you to harness your intensity and emotional depth. The lesson here is to lead through personal transformation, inspiring others through your ability to face challenges and rise stronger.

Eleventh House: You seek intense and transformative connections within your social circles. The Sun in Scorpio here challenges you to lead groups or communities through times of change or crisis, using your emotional insight to guide others. The deeper lesson is to ensure that your long-term goals align with your need for personal transformation and collective growth.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Scorpio in the twelfth house draws your attention to the subconscious, spiritual transformation, and hidden aspects of life. You are called to explore the depths of your inner world, facing fears and psychological shadows. The deeper lesson is to embrace spiritual surrender, allowing yourself to undergo profound transformation on a soul level, finding power in letting go.

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Sagittarius represents the quest for higher knowledge, truth, and spiritual exploration. Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter, the planet of wisdom and expansion, and when the Sun is placed here, it brings a thirst for adventure, philosophical insight, and meaning. The deeper significance of the Sun in Sagittarius is about embracing the journey of life as a path to enlightenment. It’s not just about seeking truth for the sake of knowledge but using that truth to grow spiritually and to uplift others. The Sun in Sagittarius urges you to live with a sense of purpose, finding freedom through wisdom and the courage to pursue your ideals. It is a call to align your actions with your higher principles, expanding not only your mind but your soul.

Through the Houses:

First House: You embody the spirit of adventure and philosophical inquiry. The Sun in Sagittarius in the first house challenges you to lead with wisdom and optimism, inspiring others through your pursuit of truth. The deeper lesson is to embrace life as a journey, using your personal experiences as opportunities for spiritual growth and self-discovery.

Second House: Your approach to wealth and security is influenced by your higher ideals and philosophical values. The Sun in Sagittarius here challenges you to see material resources as a tool for expanding your understanding of the world. The deeper lesson is to cultivate a sense of inner abundance, recognizing that true wealth lies in your wisdom and integrity.

Third House: Communication and learning are driven by a thirst for knowledge and a desire to share your insights with others. The Sun in Sagittarius in this house pushes you to explore different perspectives and expand your intellectual horizons. The lesson is to use your words and ideas to inspire others, sharing wisdom that uplifts and enlightens.

Fourth House: Your emotional foundation is rooted in a sense of freedom and higher purpose. The Sun in Sagittarius here challenges you to create a home environment that supports your spiritual growth and exploration. The deeper lesson is to balance your need for adventure with the importance of emotional security, finding home within yourself.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are deeply linked to your pursuit of truth and spiritual ideals. The Sun in Sagittarius in this house urges you to express yourself through teaching, art, or creative endeavors that reflect your philosophical insights. The deeper calling is to share your joy and wisdom with others, inspiring them to seek higher meaning in life.

Sixth House: You approach work and service with a sense of purpose and dedication to a higher ideal. The Sun in Sagittarius in the sixth house challenges you to find meaning in your daily routines, using your work as a vehicle for spiritual and personal growth. The deeper lesson is to align your service with your higher principles, ensuring that your efforts contribute to the greater good.

Seventh House: Relationships are a source of growth and expansion for you. The Sun in Sagittarius here calls you to seek partnerships that support your intellectual and spiritual journey. The challenge is to maintain your sense of freedom and individuality while fostering meaningful connections. The deeper lesson is to create relationships based on shared ideals and mutual growth.

Eighth House: You are drawn to the mysteries of life and transformation, approaching these themes with a philosophical mindset. The Sun in Sagittarius in this house challenges you to explore the deeper truths behind life, death, and rebirth. The lesson is to use transformation as a tool for spiritual growth, seeking wisdom through life’s profound changes.

Ninth House: This is a natural placement for the Sun, amplifying your connection to higher knowledge, spirituality, and truth-seeking. The Sun in Sagittarius in the ninth house makes you a natural teacher, philosopher, or spiritual guide. The deeper calling is to share your wisdom with others, using your insights to inspire and uplift those around you.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are driven by a desire to make a meaningful impact on the world. The Sun in Sagittarius in the tenth house challenges you to align your professional path with your higher ideals, seeking success through contribution to a greater cause. The lesson is to lead with integrity, using your career as a platform for spreading wisdom and positivity.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are influenced by your ideals and desire for expansion. The Sun in Sagittarius here urges you to contribute to causes that promote growth, wisdom, and spiritual enlightenment within the collective. The deeper lesson is to align your personal aspirations with the greater good, ensuring that your influence leads to positive change.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Sagittarius in the twelfth house draws your focus to spiritual exploration and inner wisdom. You are called to seek truth through introspection and spiritual practices that transcend the material world. The deeper lesson is about finding freedom and enlightenment through surrender, letting go of worldly attachments to embrace your soul’s higher purpose.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Capricorn is about discipline, responsibility, and long-term goals. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, the planet of structure, karma, and time, and when the Sun is placed here, it brings a focus on ambition, duty, and mastery of material reality. However, the deeper significance of the Sun in Capricorn lies in learning to balance worldly success with inner integrity. It’s not just about climbing the social or professional ladder—it’s about doing so in a way that reflects your core values and contributes to something greater than yourself. The Sun in Capricorn urges you to take responsibility for your path, harnessing your inner strength and resilience to build a legacy that lasts. This placement teaches the soul to endure challenges with patience, knowing that true success comes through steady effort and commitment to higher ideals.

Through the Houses:

First House: You carry yourself with a sense of responsibility and seriousness. The Sun in Capricorn in the first house makes you goal-oriented and focused on long-term achievements. The deeper lesson is to balance your ambition with self-compassion, ensuring that your drive for success doesn’t come at the cost of your inner peace and well-being.

Second House: Your approach to wealth and security is practical and grounded. The Sun in Capricorn here challenges you to build financial stability through hard work and careful planning. The deeper calling is to understand that true security comes not only from material wealth but also from a solid foundation of values and self-discipline.

Third House: Communication and learning are approached with a structured and methodical mindset. The Sun in Capricorn in this house pushes you to express yourself with authority and clarity. The deeper lesson is to use your words and intellect to create something lasting, ensuring that your ideas contribute to the practical and long-term improvement of your environment.

Fourth House: Your sense of emotional security is rooted in structure and stability at home. The Sun in Capricorn here challenges you to create a solid foundation for yourself and your family, but the deeper lesson is to recognize that true emotional security comes from inner stability, not just external order or material success.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are approached with discipline and a desire to produce something of lasting value. The Sun in Capricorn in this house encourages you to take a serious approach to your creative projects, but the deeper lesson is to find joy in the process, allowing your inner child to flourish even within structure.

Sixth House: You bring a strong sense of duty and responsibility to your work and service. The Sun in Capricorn in the sixth house challenges you to approach your daily routines with discipline, ensuring that your work contributes to your long-term goals. The deeper lesson is to balance hard work with self-care, ensuring that your dedication to service doesn’t lead to burnout.

Seventh House: Relationships for you are about commitment and long-term stability. The Sun in Capricorn in this house challenges you to approach partnerships with maturity and responsibility. The deeper calling is to create relationships that are built on mutual respect and shared goals, ensuring that both partners grow together over time.

Eighth House: You approach transformation and shared resources with caution and a desire for control. The Sun in Capricorn in this house challenges you to face deep psychological or financial issues with discipline and perseverance. The deeper lesson is to embrace change as a necessary part of life, using transformation as a tool for personal and spiritual growth.

Ninth House: Your pursuit of higher knowledge and truth is grounded in practicality and long-term vision. The Sun in Capricorn here pushes you to seek wisdom that can be applied in tangible ways, ensuring that your philosophical or spiritual pursuits lead to lasting success. The deeper lesson is to find balance between practicality and the pursuit of higher ideals.

Tenth House: This is a natural placement for the Sun, amplifying your ambition and desire for public recognition. The Sun in Capricorn in the tenth house makes you a natural leader, but the deeper challenge is to ensure that your success aligns with your inner values. You are called to lead with integrity, building a legacy that reflects your highest principles.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are focused on achieving practical results and contributing to society in meaningful ways. The Sun in Capricorn in this house challenges you to use your influence to create lasting change within your community. The deeper lesson is to ensure that your personal ambitions align with the collective good, balancing individual success with social responsibility.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Capricorn in the twelfth house draws your focus inward, emphasizing the need for spiritual discipline and inner work. You are called to explore the deeper aspects of your subconscious and face your karmic responsibilities with patience and perseverance. The deeper lesson is about finding spiritual freedom through structure, using discipline to transcend material limitations and align with your soul’s higher purpose.

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Aquarius brings a focus on innovation, individuality, and collective consciousness. Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and co-ruled by Rahu (as well as Uranus in modern Astrology), which gives this sign a unique blend of traditional and unconventional energy. The deeper significance of the Sun in Aquarius is about balancing personal identity with the greater good. It’s not just about standing out or being different—it’s about using your individuality to serve a higher purpose. The Sun in Aquarius urges you to embrace your role as a visionary, someone who can look beyond the present and see the potential for progress and transformation in society. This placement teaches the soul to rise above ego-based desires and contribute to the collective evolution, while maintaining authenticity and freedom.

Through the Houses:

First House: You carry yourself with a strong sense of individuality and a desire to be different from the norm. The Sun in Aquarius in the first house challenges you to use your unique perspective for the betterment of society. The deeper lesson is to balance your personal identity with a sense of responsibility toward the collective, becoming a leader who inspires change.

Second House: Your approach to wealth and security is unconventional, and you may seek to build financial stability through innovative means. The Sun in Aquarius here challenges you to redefine traditional ideas of wealth, focusing on how your resources can benefit the collective. The deeper lesson is to find value in originality and to use your talents to create something lasting for society.

Third House: Communication and learning for you are driven by a desire for new ideas and progressive thinking. The Sun in Aquarius in this house pushes you to challenge conventional wisdom and explore different ways of thinking. The lesson here is to use your voice to inspire others toward innovation and change, ensuring that your ideas contribute to the greater good.

Fourth House: Your sense of emotional security is linked to freedom and unconventional family dynamics. The Sun in Aquarius in the fourth house challenges you to create a home environment that allows for individuality and growth. The deeper lesson is to balance your need for independence with emotional connection, ensuring that your sense of home is both grounding and liberating.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are infused with innovation and a desire to challenge norms. The Sun in Aquarius in this house calls you to express yourself in ways that are unique and ahead of your time. The deeper challenge is to use your creative gifts to inspire progress, not just for personal fulfillment but for the advancement of society.

Sixth House: You approach work and service with an unconventional mindset, often seeking to improve systems or innovate in your routines. The Sun in Aquarius in the sixth house challenges you to use your work as a vehicle for societal progress, ensuring that your efforts benefit the collective. The deeper lesson is to balance your desire for change with practicality, ensuring that your innovations have lasting value.

Seventh House: Relationships for you are about equality, freedom, and mutual respect. The Sun in Aquarius in this house challenges you to build partnerships that honor individuality and personal growth. The deeper lesson is to create relationships where both partners can contribute to the greater good, using the relationship as a platform for collective evolution.

Eighth House: You approach transformation and shared resources with a progressive and detached mindset. The Sun in Aquarius in the eighth house challenges you to explore deep psychological or financial issues with an innovative approach. The lesson is to embrace change as a form of personal and collective growth, using transformation to break free from old patterns and evolve.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and spirituality is unconventional and often ahead of its time. The Sun in Aquarius in this house pushes you to explore new philosophies, spiritual systems, or cultural ideas that challenge the status quo. The deeper calling is to use your knowledge to inspire others to think beyond traditional boundaries, contributing to the collective consciousness.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are driven by a desire to innovate and challenge traditional systems. The Sun in Aquarius in the tenth house makes you a natural leader in fields that require vision and forward thinking. The deeper lesson is to align your career with the greater good, ensuring that your contributions have a lasting impact on society.

Eleventh House: This is a natural placement for the Sun, amplifying your connection to social causes and long-term goals that benefit humanity. The Sun in Aquarius in the eleventh house challenges you to lead within your social circles, using your influence to bring about change and progress. The deeper lesson is to balance your personal aspirations with the collective good, ensuring that your efforts contribute to a better future.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Aquarius in the twelfth house draws your focus inward, emphasizing the need for spiritual liberation and detachment from ego. You are called to explore the hidden aspects of yourself and society, seeking to break free from limiting beliefs or patterns. The deeper lesson is to find freedom through spiritual surrender, using your individuality as a tool for collective healing and awakening.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The Sun in Pisces represents spiritual insight, compassion, and the dissolution of the ego. Pisces is ruled by Jupiter and co-ruled by Neptune in modern astrology, which gives this sign a deeply intuitive, creative, and mystical energy. The deeper significance of the Sun in Pisces lies in its ability to transcend the material world and connect with the divine. It’s not just about being sensitive or imaginative—this placement is about the soul’s journey toward unity, empathy, and universal love. The Sun in Pisces encourages you to release attachments to ego-based desires and embrace the fluid, ever-changing nature of life. This is a call to live with compassion, allowing your inner light to guide others toward healing and spiritual awakening.

Through the Houses:

First House: You embody the Piscean qualities of empathy, intuition, and spiritual depth. The Sun in Pisces in the first house challenges you to lead with compassion and sensitivity, but the deeper lesson is to develop a strong inner sense of self without being overwhelmed by the emotions of others. You are called to express your spiritual nature while maintaining personal boundaries.

Second House: Your approach to wealth and security is influenced by a desire to connect with something greater than material possessions. The Sun in Pisces here challenges you to redefine your values, focusing on spiritual and emotional wealth rather than material accumulation. The deeper lesson is to cultivate a sense of security that comes from inner peace and trust in the flow of life.

Third House: Communication and learning are infused with intuition and imagination. The Sun in Pisces in this house pushes you to express yourself creatively, often through storytelling or spiritual insight. The deeper calling is to use your voice to inspire and uplift others, sharing wisdom that transcends logic and touches the heart.

Fourth House: Your emotional foundation is rooted in spirituality and compassion. The Sun in Pisces in the fourth house challenges you to create a home environment that nurtures your soul and allows for spiritual growth. The lesson is to find emotional security through inner peace and connection to the divine, rather than relying solely on external stability.

Fifth House: Creativity and self-expression are deeply intuitive and imaginative. The Sun in Pisces in this house urges you to express yourself through artistic or spiritual channels, embracing your inner world. The deeper challenge is to let go of perfectionism and allow your creative energy to flow freely, trusting in the process rather than focusing on the outcome.

Sixth House: You approach work and service with compassion and a desire to help others. The Sun in Pisces in the sixth house challenges you to find meaning in your daily routines by aligning them with your spiritual values. The deeper lesson is to balance your desire to serve with self-care, ensuring that your work contributes to both your own well-being and that of others.

Seventh House: Relationships are approached with empathy, compassion, and spiritual understanding. The Sun in Pisces in this house challenges you to create partnerships that are based on mutual emotional and spiritual growth. The deeper lesson is to balance your need for connection with your inner spiritual journey, ensuring that relationships support your higher purpose.

Eighth House: You are drawn to the mysteries of life, and your approach to transformation is deeply spiritual. The Sun in Pisces in the eighth house challenges you to embrace change and transformation as part of your spiritual evolution. The lesson is to release attachments to control and trust in the process of life, allowing yourself to surrender to deeper truths and emotional healing.

Ninth House: Your search for higher knowledge and truth is infused with a spiritual and intuitive approach. The Sun in Pisces here pushes you to explore different spiritual philosophies and to seek meaning beyond the material world. The deeper calling is to integrate these insights into your life and share them with others, using your wisdom to inspire and guide.

Tenth House: Your career and public life are guided by your desire to contribute to something greater than yourself. The Sun in Pisces in the tenth house challenges you to align your professional life with your spiritual purpose, using your career as a platform for compassion, healing, and creativity. The deeper lesson is to lead with humility and empathy, creating a legacy that reflects your spiritual values.

Eleventh House: Your social circles and long-term goals are influenced by your vision for a compassionate and connected world. The Sun in Pisces here challenges you to contribute to causes that uplift humanity and promote healing. The deeper lesson is to align your personal dreams with the collective good, ensuring that your influence brings positive change and spiritual progress to your community.

Twelfth House: The Sun in Pisces in the twelfth house draws your focus inward, emphasizing the need for spiritual reflection, healing, and connection to the divine. You are called to explore the hidden realms of your subconscious, surrendering to the flow of life. The deeper lesson is about finding peace in solitude, using your spiritual insights to guide yourself and others toward enlightenment and inner peace.

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Rebranding Yourself in 90 Days: A Universe of You | IT GIRL DIARIES

The journey to rebrand yourself isn’t just about external changes—it's about cultivating an entirely new internal reality, a universe where you are in control. Mental change is just as powerful, if not more, than physical change. Within 90 days, you can tap into your self-concept, discipline, dopamine, and accountability, helping yourself reset and thrive. How?..

A Self-Concept

Your self-concept is the foundation of this transformation. The image you hold of yourself shapes how you act, feel, and respond to life. Rebranding yourself means updating that image. Consider who you want to be—stronger, more disciplined, elegant, and intentional. Visualize this every day and align your habits accordingly.

Discipline

Discipline fuels rebranding. It’s what bridges the gap between who you are and who you aspire to be. You’ve already taken steps with healthy eating habits, daily green juices, consistent exercise, and skincare routines. Continue building on these to stay disciplined. Small daily actions—like starting your day with lemon water, pulling coconut oil, or following your workout regime—stack into monumental changes.

Dopamine

We often associate dopamine with unhealthy habits, but it can be rechanneled to serve your goals. By tying small wins—like completing a workout or sticking to your skincare routine—to positive rewards, you hack your brain’s dopamine system. It’s about retraining your mind to find joy in the discipline rather than instant gratification.

Accountability

As you work toward rebranding, it’s essential to acknowledge both your past and present. Mistakes you’ve made, times you’ve slipped up or lacked discipline—these moments are part of your story. But instead of letting them weigh you down, forgive yourself. Recognize that missteps don’t define you, but your ability to rise after them does. Forgiveness unlocks your potential to keep moving forward with compassion for yourself. By learning from your past, you free yourself to fully embrace the person you’re becoming.

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In 90 days, you can create an entirely new universe where you embody discipline, embrace positive habits, and radiate elegance in every facet of your life. By focusing on self-concept, discipline, dopamine, and accountability, your transformation will extend beyond appearance—it will become the essence of who you are.

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UNDER THE LIGHTS • LANDO NORRIS

catching lando norris' eye at a halloween party isn't the best of attention you could ensnare, especially when you're masking your not-so-innocent personality with white wings and a halo.

content + warnings: 18+ smut with plot, p in v, female!reader, swearing, dirty talking, semi-public sex, no strings attached, mentions of alcohol + drinking, slightly intoxicated sex, clitorial stimulation, teasing!reader, mentions of bruises, unprotected sex. word count 2.5k.

even though lando isn't one of my favorite drivers, damn he is so fun to write for. if you would like to be tagged in upcoming works from this special, click the link here ⋆·˚ ༘ * notes + reblogs are heavily appreciated and don't forget to tell me your thoughts via comment, reblog or ask.

as you entered the party an intoxicating mix of laughter and music filled your ears, the bright lights casting shadows that danced upon the wall. light smoke filtered through the air, adding to create the perfect atmosphere as your friends piled in behind you. 

dressed in a flowing white gown that draped elegantly on your body, you looked like a vision of light — an unexpected twist for someone who usually wore their sarcasm like armor. oversized wings – feathered and slightly askew – fluttered behind you as you glided into the crowd. a halo perched atop your head, glimmering with an almost mocking brilliance.

you were beyond the frame of innocence or elegance, which almost made your costume all the more perfect, masking your true nature. even though you had thrown the outfit together with items from your closet, eyes hungrily fell onto you as you made your way deeper into the party, a certain pair catching your own gaze with a look of mischief.

it wasn’t until you looked forward and saw lando with his jaw slightly slack that you knew that you had picked the right costume. besides his external shock, there was a hint of a smirk that formed on his lips, his eyes hungry for something that made your stomach turn in excitement.

floating through the crowd, you swiped a shot from the tray a wait-staff member held above their shoulders, you pulled the glass to your lips, quickly downing the alcohol inside.with a satisified hum from your lips, you began your advance towards lando, the amber liquid swirling inside you like a tiny storm as you discarded the empty shot glass onto a nearby table.

“an angel at a party full of sinners,” lando’s voice erupted over the pounding sound of the music, “that’s pretty ironic. couldn’t find a better costume?” a roaring laugh fell past his lips, causing you to playfully roll your eyes before scanning his body. “i could say the same for you – you look exactly like how you dress everyday. it’s a little souless.” you teased, sucking your bottom lip under your teeth as a look of mischief decorated your face.

lando grumbled, taking a sip of the murky gin and tonic that he held lazily in this hand, taking a step closer in order to hear your voice better over the loud music. “i’m a vampire, duh!” he jokingly grumbled, looking down at you with a hint of admiration in his eyes, though his words didn’t show it. “it’s a funny act you got going on, yknow – dressed all innocent, but everyone here knows you’re anything but that.”

you forced out a dry laugh at his words, adjusting the halo that sat above your head as if to mock him. the playful banter between you two was barely audible over the blasting music, but then tension in the air was palpable. “next year, i’m going as the devil. much more fitting, don’t you think?” you cocked, the same stupid smirk decorating your face as if to egg him on with your words, itching to get under his skin.

“definitely,” lando snickered, leaning in just a tad more to the point you could feel the heat radiating off his body, “because right now you’re not fooling anyone.” a satisfied hum fell from your lips, knowing his words were mostly correct. your eyes pooled into his hazel ones as if to undress him simply with your gaze. with hungry eyes, you looked over his costume, his slightly unbuttoned white button-up working perfectly as it fit snug upon his triceps.

“do you bite? since you’re a vampire and all..” a teasing tone poisoned your words, a challenging look decorating your visage. lando chucked dryly at your words, a smirk of surprise coming to rest on his face. he took a small step forward, bringing his head down so he could whisper in your ear, “only if you want me to.” the words sent a shiver down your spine, the smitten look that laid upon your face only growing larger.

you brought your finger to your lips, shushing lando as you pulled him by the collar into the bar bathroom, locking the door behind the two of you. almost immediately, lando’s calloused hands were on you, his fingers carefully trailing down your body as his lips met yours. the kiss was sloppy and hungry, your bodies pulled tightly against each other as the alcohol only suited to broaden the moment. 

lando’s hands came down to grip your ass, pulling the hem of your dress up slightly as he squeezed the flesh, eliciting a soft moan from your lips into the kiss. his touch all over you made you feel dirty, and you loved it, your previous sexual tension now finally able to have a place to release itself.

as lando began to pull the hem of your dress up, bunching it around your waist to reveal your lacey thong, you laughed into the kiss, your lips briefly detaching from his. “so eager, huh?” you teased, yet your fingers found themselves delicately coming to unbutton his button-up, your gaze eating him up like a full course meal.

“only for you,” lando growled, his hands lazily resting up your hips as you began to undress him, “especially when you dress like this – all sweet and innocent when i know deep down you’re so dirty.” you laughed sweetly, letting his shirt fall off his shoulders and onto the bathroom floor as you brought your soft lips to his jawline, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“wanna find out?” you breathed against your skin, your manicured nails eagerly finding their way to undo his black dress pants. lando’s breath caught in his throat at your confidence, the usual dominant man melting in your touch. “i’d be sick and twisted to say no,” he smirked, letting your hands dance all over your skin.

as if to regain any bit of dominance he could have had, lando picked you up, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs as he set you onto the sink counter. a small giggle escaped your mouth before you bit your bottom lip, tangling the flesh under your teeth. landos lips immediately landed on your nip, licking and sucking sweetly at your soft skin as he stood between your legs, spreading them with his action.

as he peppered your neck with kisses, his teeth joining in on his movements as he marked your skin, his fingers hooked under the waistband of your thong, eager to rid you of it. a soft moan escaped your lips as you let your head rest on the mirror behind you, yours eyes closed as your breath became labored. “mhm, yeah, take them off, baby,” you hummed, spreading your legs even more before propping your heels up onto the table you sat upon.

lando didn’t waste any time pulling your thong down your legs, discarding it on the floor with his shirt and the white halo you had lazily pulled off your head. his eyes danced around your body as your cunt was revealed to him, your core glistening with your arousal from lando’s lingering gaze and passionate touches. 

“so fucking wet f’me already,” lando growled, one of his hands coming to rest on your inner thigh as he whispered into your ear, “want me to touch you, huh? make you mine, pretty girl?” his erotic words sent a shiver down your spine, your body finding itself on a euphoric high from his touch.

“yeah, fuck me like i’m all yours,” you moaned back, your voice low and sultry as one of your hands found its way in his curls, twirling them slightly between your fingers. lando groaned at your words, your actions only serving for lando’s boxers to tighten more at his arousal.

his fingers danced up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt that throbbed with need. the tension in the room was palpable, the sweat beading across lando’s forehead only displaying to dire need between the two of you as his fingers continued their travel, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. 

when his cold fingers make contact with your clit, you let out a satisfied moan before reconnecting your lips with lando’s, kissing him feverishly. lando reciprocated, kissing you as if you were the only source of oxygen left on the planet – like if ge didn’t kiss you, he would die. his fingers worked magic around your clit, rubbing tight circles that had your mouth widening against his lips, impatient moans slipping through.

“you like that, huh?” lando teased, his voice escaping at a low growl as his lips brushed against yours, his fingers starting to pick up the pace. you squirmed under his grasp, whines that lando would call pathetic and needy escaping your mouth as you bucked your hips into his touch.

“fucking love it,” you grunted through heavy pants, small little moans escaping your parted lips, “fuck me.” the melodic noises that escaped from you sounded like music to lando’s ears as he chucked dryly at your whiny plea, the vibration sending a tingle straight through your body. 

lando was incredibly turned on by everything about you. from the way you teased him, to your moans and your beautifully wet cunt: it was all so perfect to him. he quickly finished undressing himself, pulling his boxers to his thighs to reveal his painfully hard cock, the tip flushed a deep red as precum leaked from it.

the sight was beautiful, your eyes scanned his tone abs and his hard-on as it took center stage. your panting picked you, your body desperate for any form of touch as lando neared you, your legs spreading even more to reveal the mess between your legs. “so beautiful,” lando hummed, positioning himself between your thighs as his hazels eyes looked down on you, his gaze dark and hungry.

his tip teased your entrance, rubbing smooth circles around your clit which dragged a small moan from your lips. the loud bumping of the music could be heard outside the stuffy bathroom, but the sound only continued to drown out as lando pressed into you, your head spinning at the contact.

pushing his hard, thick cock into you, lando grunted, starting to thrust at a pace that was slow enough to already have you begging for more. whines and whimpers left your lips as lando grunted, the deep gaze of his eyes never leaving yours despite the fact you struggled to keep yours open.

“i didn’t know you were so sensitive,” lando cocked, a teasing tone dripping from his words as he fucked harder into you, your knuckles turning white as your fingers dug into his shoulders, “so messy already and i’ve barely begun yet.” his words had you reeling, your clouded mind hardly pushing out a reaction, yet your body jerked, your highs pushing up to meet his thrust. 

“you fuck like a mad-man,” you groaned out, hooded eyes staring into his as his dick twitched inside you, your tight cunt holding him snuggly between your walls. lando chuckled dryly once more, your words only suiting to egg him on more as his thrust grew more rapid, sloppy.

lando licked his lips, sweat beading at his forehead as he tried to regain rhymatic thrusts, the tip of his hardened cock never falling to slam into your g-spot as he gripped your thighs. you couldn’t help but let out borderline pornographic moans as you swallowed his cock whole with your cunt, the air in the room stuffy and hot with the aroma of lust.

lando adjusted his angle, his cock only fucking harder into your pussy as erotic words oozed from his mouth, “spread your legs wider, baby.” his tone came out commanding, your fucked out mind too full of bliss as you mindlessly obeyed him, widening your legs to reveal more of your cunt – red and abused from the prior attack of his fingers. “that’s it .. wider,” lando grunted like an animal, his words coming out in huffed sighs as his cock throbbed in your tight pussy.

loud whines and moans fell from your swollen lips, the sound of the music completely drowned out inside the bathroom and replaced with the hums of the ecstasy of pleasure. “look at you,” lando purred, “such a needy girl.” his condescending words pulled you closer to the edge, your cunt sucking him in deeper as the eye contact remained.

“you can do better than that,” the words feeling from your lips between pants, your hooded eyes trying their hardest to not close tightly shut at the pleasure you ensnared, “fuck me harder, lan.” lando grunted at your command, your words sending a shutter of gruff desire through his body that slowly began to grow tired.

another dry chuckle fell from his cracked lips, the action sending a vibration through your body as his thrusts didn’t slow nor quicken. “you’re in no place to tease, baby, look at you,” he mocked, his calloused hands gripping your thighs harder as he now quickened the thrust of his cock into your tight cunt. your head rolled back in pleasure, the grip your hands had on lando’s shoulders only tightening, sure to leave little bruises in their wake. his condescending words did a number on you, your stomach tightening in pleasure as his cock battered harder in your poor cunt, making your body feel weak yet beautifully pleasured. 

“so fucking good–” you moaned out again, little ah-ah-ahs falling so carelessly from your parted lips. lando smirked in satisfaction, your praise only suiting him more as he fucked into you vicariously, giving you his all as he felt his climax rapidly approaching.

your stomach began to spin, your walls clenching around lando’s cock that still pumped into you, the vibrancy of your pleasure radiating off you as your moans sang together like an erotic duet. “yeah, cum for me, baby,” lando grunted, panting and heaving as he egged the two of you closer to your orgasms. your body shook with pleasure, your cunt throbbing as a pleasurable warmth flooded over your body.

before you could come to gather your actions, your climax hit you like a train, smalls moans of lando and little oh fucks falling from your reddened lips. quickly after, as if he was so sweetly waiting for you, lando finished. a guttural grunt fell from his parted lips as he did, thick beads of cum spilling onto the finger-printed skin of your thighs, lando’s fingers having left small bruises upon the flesh.

the two of you slowly came down from your high, the air smelling of whiskey and sex as the two of you gathered your senses and began to catch your breath. lando’s eyes never left yours as he slipped his clothes back on, bending his frame down to the ground to pick up your lazily discarded halo.

a satisfied hum escaped his lips as he placed it back onto your head, a smirk decorating his visage as his cheeks remained flush from the extertion. “see,” lando whispered as if to tease you, “i knew you weren’t all that innocent, angel.”

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Unveiling the Enigma of Mars

🚀Mars, the celestial orchestrator of how you magnetize individuals and the manner in which you resonate. It delves into the intricate essence you exude and the perceptions people harbor about you. This cosmic force also embodies masculine energy, offering insights into the archetype of men you may allure.

🌌Mars in the 1st house unravels your allure externally, where your energy becomes swiftly discernible. You're characterized by responsiveness and a tenacious self-advocacy. Occasionally perceived as impulsive or irate, your sanctuary lies in self-indulgence, physical exertion, and athletic pursuits. The gravitational pull extends to men with athletic prowess or those with a self-centric aesthetic.

🌺Mars in the 2nd house manifests allure through olfactory allure, skin aesthetics, or indulgence in epicurean pleasures. Passion for culinary arts and a penchant for opulence mark your identity. Your charm attracts men of affluence or those generously disposed.

🏖️Mars in the 3rd house articulates allure through eloquence and the written word. Passion resonates in your speech, and the written realm becomes a source of profound joy. A proclivity for literature and related pursuits is evident. The enticement extends to multitasking, loquacious men, possibly educators or wordsmiths.

🏡Mars in the 4th house unveils allure in moments of domestic comfort, adorned in unassuming attire. Emotional energy becomes an irresistible magnet. Mars, discreetly nestled here, shares passion exclusively with intimate circles or family. Attraction extends to nurturing, emotionally expressive men, perhaps with a hint of moodiness.

🎨Mars in the 5th house radiates allure during dynamic activities, invoking attractiveness in motion. Passion is channeled into hobbies, joy, and a perpetual youthful spirit. The magnetic pull is towards confident, charismatic, and playful individuals.

🌈Mars in the 6th house renders allure through physique and an organized, health-conscious lifestyle. The zenith of well-being is achieved through proactive endeavors, organization, and animal companionship. Attraction is directed towards industrious, meticulous men, potentially involved in animal care or fitness training.

🌙Mars in the 7th house allures through aesthetic grace, fastidiousness, and a pursuit of justice. The epitome of well-being lies in harmonious relationships and aesthetic refinement. Attraction extends to men who embody beauty, meticulous grooming, and charm.

🔮Mars in the 8th house projects allure through intimate and sexual charisma, intertwined with an aura of power. Stability and emotional equilibrium define your zenith. This allure thrives in secrecy and spiritual pursuits, attracting individuals exuding intense energy, possessiveness, and depth.

🌐Mars in the 9th house emanates allure through vivacity, intellect, and captivating narratives. The ardor for exploration, diverse cultures, and distant realms is palpable. Attraction aligns with optimistic, adventurous men, including educators, professors, or those hailing from diverse cultures.

🏰Mars in the 10th house showcases allure in the public eye, accentuating tenacity and success. Energy converges into achievements and reputation, possibly bordering on work-centric tendencies. Attraction is drawn towards older, stable, and successful men, echoing qualities reminiscent of paternal figures.

📱Mars in the 11th house unfolds allure in the digital realm, exuding uniqueness that captivates social networks. The energy is invested in friendships, aspirations, and dreams. Attraction encompasses peculiar, distinctive men, thriving either in group dynamics or solitude, immersed in individual pursuits.

💖Mars in the 12th house mystically radiates allure, captivating through an enigmatic aura. Appreciation transcends the physical, delving into the spiritual and ethereal facets. Energy is channeled into artistic expressions, resonating with the profound. Attraction unfolds towards artistic, spiritual, emotionally profound individuals, potentially from coastal regions, with a transcendent connection that transcends verbal communication.

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