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arch3ontumbl · 24 days
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World Bearer Part 3
You can't help but wander your mind helplessly, trying to keep an eye out of any threats and danger that could impose on the power your child emits. I'm not like Gojo, I don't possess his six eyes preventing any harm, but even that didn't protect him from his death.
Your puffy eyes hid shy behind your hair, as your child was warmly packed in cloth trying to cover his white hair more than ever. After the announcement of Gojo's death, curses would rejoice, but yet they didn't.. because they have already sensed your son's birth.
Thinking back you cower yourself in a free seat at the airport, news being flashed of the sudden unexplainable and paranormal activity in the city. A mass of people missing in the Shibuya Station after an enormous party, the higher ups cannot cover it that much this time—too many things got out of hand and it's all spilling right before peoples eyes.
A little credit to your family clan, providing a safety heaven where you can be kept safe with your son, until.. you never know until when but you do not dare tell the world his birth even if it meant not being able to see Gojo's corpse, you forced Shoko to tell you through phone his image. Painful as it is you would trade your life for his at that moment.
Cruel just cruel
The honoured one
The one who promised
Waves of reality check and realization hits you as you wait for your flight in finally about an hour, sorcerers still fought in Shibuya. The war made you want to join, it made you want to avenge his death, their deaths, your love, your friends, you call them family because they were your family. Yet you couldn't do anything but to protect what you have left and the only thing you could protect from now on
your son
You were raised by a prestigious line of sorcerers, background even unknown. The whole clan raised in a single island owned by generations to generations, completely sealed away until they are to decide to go and explore the world as it is or to help with the protection of humanity. When you left your clan after they're guidance and teachings the outside world was overwhelmingly but you took it easily, you adapt easily. You came out of the island, out of the nest, and even with the culture shock you knew you had one goal in mind and in heart.
To protect humanity, that's how you met Gojo afterall
The more you knew about him, his past, his childhood, it made you doubt your principle, how could some people be selfless and majority so selfish.
Everything has purpose, he's the one who made you doubt after you loved him because of how much he carries burden just because he was born. It was by birth and it wasn't controlled but it was destiny and it was his decision.
He could've killed those higher ups, if he wanted to
He could've ditched humanity, and lived to be human himself
Those gifted skills, who were they to be waste for
He embraced it, but it was overwhelming and stressful to hold such. The thought of your son bearing it next out of guilt, out of heroicness, out of principle is just to painful for your heart to bear.
His father has made history, who am I to deny and not tell him such? Timing. Timing has always been hard
Gojo always knew when, where, and what to start whenever you are confused. He was always on time for you, 'how could I be on time for my son to know what he carries and the possibilities?'
Would he be heroic like his father?, sure he looks like his father with little hues of me, but would he be guilty to deny protection of those in need?
Those in need differ, everyone is a sinner afterall
such thoughts devour you as you sat still looking at your son's face as he slept peacefully, remembering every detail and observing every movement. You looked around for a second to suddenly see no people around the airport, no one left but you and your son. Your eyes too dry to even shed another tear, they all left you there,
—Sometimes even if you wished you haven't bear his child, you haven't met him, you haven't left your clan for something 'greater' for something to 'protect' it was always much more worth it to go through all this again if it meant going back in time to savour even the smallest glances you had with your love before, even if it meant redoing every work, even if it meant bearing his child again for 9 months with constant fear of danger, even if it meant giving birth to your son again. Just with a button or a clock to tick and take back time, just for him to be by your side all through that
It would be worth it
You finally let down your shoulder and embrace your son a little tighter, you cried. You let it all out, you and your son alone at the airport, no people, no one, you repeated again and again whispering to your son
'but you still have me, and I have you, my son, my world that I bear, I will be by your side if you decide to bear the world yourself of cower from it' you wept.
For a split second, Gojo knelt infront of you as you sat embracing your sleeping son. He wiped your tears and gave a reassuring smile, his eyes cried out itself yet he still managed to compose a smile, you cried harder, screaming out of grief, anger, sadness, doubt and love.. something even you couldn't hear, everything was just mute and bright, you felt you said everything when he saw your state and you felt like you knew everything when he saw your face,
He took your hand and squeezed, he cupped your face and made you look at him all at once you cried harder than before, your heart shattered knowing this is all the energy he left, his message on the right timing, timed when you were about to break down to the oblivion, timed when you needed him atleast one last time, timed when every little thing from before and to the future mattered. He took a look at his son and kissed his forehead, you gasp from the physical pain you feel on your heart on how much your mental and emotional pain affects you.
He gave you a long deep kiss, and you knew, you knew all too well, you knew it even before, you knew it all the time, you saw it clearer when he came to your life and up to this moment onward
and he just said
"Just trust me you'll be fine" his voice were the only thing audible, before you dare not to blink an eye of the burning pain it caused of tirelessly crying and not sleeping, you blinked. Before you felt him leave and disappear into thin air he whispered 'I love you'
And with that he was gone
That was all he needed to say
You remembered it all like a tsunami hitting you face to face, the memories you shared, the littlest details, the faintest messages that meant 'I love you' felt like your heart pealed and squeezed until your lungs held your breath.
People at the airport were back, and your child awake due to a single tear from you eyes dropped to his cheek. You smiled and brushed it off, you gave a warm chuckle. "this is a little harder this time but trust me you'll be fine" you said.
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arch3ontumbl · 27 days
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World Bearer Part 2
"He's here Shoko, I did it" I repeated in the seemingly deaf Shoko, the backround noise of the phone echoes the business calls for the injured sorcerers. For a second Shoko were about to speak, she hears your child cry as it woke up from it's first slumber.
"Shoko what is it? How's Gojo, please tell me he is fine now.. he broke free from the seal right.. he promised" I paused for a second
"Oh my world" I whisper to my sons ear as I brushed his hair back off to sleep. The phone remained silent after a thud on the other end of the line "Shoko?!" I kept repeating my worry growing
"y/n I'm so sorry" Shoko's words shot like a bullet straight to the head as if I knew what she was about to reveal even before she have said
"Gojo.. Gojo is—" I hear Shoko for the first time finally bursting out of her emotion bubble as mine broke, a wash of sudden realization that I am alone now with our son
How am I supposed to handle this
How am I supposed to live like this
How can I protect our son
How could you leave me like this, LEAVE US LIKE THIS
My mind running deeper and deeper as I haven't noticed my eyes crying out for a little mercy of the world to just spare my husband, spare Gojo, let us live in peace. How many times we argued, how many times I were to tell him to lay down the weight of the world off his shoulders. How many times, If only have tried harder to convince him to leave and just runaway with me and his son. How many times he said he bears responsibility that he was born with enormous power to be held guilt tripped from, he could have turned his back and walked away, ran away with me, but instead took what he could when he was the only one to protect the world against such evil.
For all od humanity, for the innocent, the greater good, the future.
But what about us
"c/n Satoru shall be your name" I wiped my tears yet it still spilled down to my cheeks, my child cry once again as I sat in pain from fresh labour and pure stress, big doubts and confusion. Anger, sadness, and grief. I doubt Shoko for the first time she delivers the news, the rest of Gojo's death explained on the phone had caused me to go deaf, I refuse to believe such news after his promise, he promised.
My ears ringing as I could hear the faint voice of Shoko through the phone calling my name again and again
I stood up as the pain between my legs hindered my walk, carrying my child with a bit of blood pooling the floor. I look outside as the night were so cold and lonely to protect a new little one. I wrapped him around a thicker cloth Gojo has bought in advance before, now to think back to it he bought houses, left money, children things and over filling our bank with his money and assets entitled to me. We chose everything together, thinking back now how dumb of me that everytime he thought of when anytime he could leave or this situation happens atleast he gave everything we would need for the least when he knew he was the one we need for the most.
I wept as the window were closed leaving me on a rocking chair in a warm fireplace, my child on my chest, my eyes wandering of the toys he bought in advance, the clothes he thought that would good look on his wife and his son, pairing family outfits.
My eyes puff, my heart aches, I try to be as silent as my son sleeping
I will protect you
I will give you the life without burden even with the power to lift so
I bear the world, I bear you my son
And I will not allow you to bear the world just because you were able to be born to shoulder so.
63 missed calls from Shoko.
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arch3ontumbl · 29 days
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World Bearer Part 1
Bearing his child as he was fighting in Shibuya
It wasn't intended neither it was accident, the child you caress in your womb, it was the result of love. A couple of days earlier barely even recalling the dates, news came unto you as Shoko informed you of Gojo captured, impossible..
He promised
He always promises y/n, you thought to yourself having filled with worry and doubt this time the result would be different, this time he wouldn't be able to be by your side, the last smile he gave you, the last kiss, it floods all to your every bit of sanity left.
You wept unsure of what to do, this is bad for your child. It's stressing you out knowing you can't do anything and you can't ask anyone about it. It pains you that you cannot be beside him nor come to his rescue, you carry the world inside you and you can't risk to lose any of which.
Your whole relationship with him was hidden deeper than 6 feet graves could even speak, only Shoko were informed and were supposed to be the only person besides him to assist you on giving birth.
'missed a call from Shoko'
You missed her first call as you were to focused on picking up some shards of glass, you dropped the mug you and Gojo share for every morning coffee.
Broken. You struggle to bend down as your belly bump is clearly on the way, you stood up and checked your phone to your surprise
Is it finally good news
You called back as she picked up in a hurry, she seemed to hesitate to tell, she hesitated to cause anymore stress than to bear the very weight of the next possibly most powerful sorcerer to mankind in the next generation. Even the weight of the child causes a wave of imbalance in the world between curses and the burden of being expected to be the sword and shield for the most dangerous circumstances awaits your child if his birth were to be exposed and known to the world.
It's what Gojo went through afterall
"y/n listen, Gojo is out now and currently facing curses and possibly Sakuna. I am called for support for the sorcerers in Shibuya—" she paused for what seemed eternity, fueling my anxiety and worry.
"y/n I just wanted to tell you to worry a bit less, he told me to relay you his message: I'd win, I'd be there when our son is born. I'm the strongest afterall" Shoko whispered to the phone as I let out a little chuckle still with a hint of nervous yet comfort. Atleast feel a little ease for the child you bear, for the child you birth with Gojo beside you.
"Thank you Shoko" I whispered back, your voice crack and break devours the silence of the room.
2 hours pass, and shit you feel building up contractions, painfully telling you your world is about to arrive. You rush to get some lukewarm water, a damp towel, quickly sterilize some scissors and a warm blanket
Yet he is not here, he's in battle, fighting
Unable to contact anyone else you try to reach for Shoko again. Afraid, you're just straight up afraid. Your timing your contractions yourself as you lay down your soft bed sheets, slowly painting it with blood. Gojo is in his battlefield and so are you, you combat the pain as you try to push harder and harder not trying to pass out on the way.
One
Two
Three
You push, again
One
Two
You push, you can't stop here. Your child needs to get out now
You gave another hard push screaming your lungs out, cursing, fist balled in the sheets as the other scratched the bed board.
Finally, a cry
Don't faint, don't faint
You pick yourself up, positioning yourself to sit back at the bed frame for support. Picking up your child and expertly cutting his umbilical cord before you could finally fix your eyes on your child you made sure to hear his heart beat, your scared you did a step wrong.
But his heart beat as loud as he cried, you admire your child clearly reassembling your husband. His hair and the same goes for his eye lashes, white as snow, his eyes with a hint of you a hue of purple and mainly the blue skies, high and mighty, adding the captivating and deep capture of the ocean you admire from Gojo.
You cried, as your child slept in your arms. A call notifies your phone enough for you to immediately answer before it wakes up your son.
"He's here" you said as Shoko could picture your smile from the phone call before she could even speak a word, her seconds of silence sends you a break of her heart like she's about to break another bad news for you.
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