hi! i write randomly for whoever peaks my interest atm lol. this is not my first blog; i used to write terrible ff on here and wattpad when i was younger.. not the best of times ngl...
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Ἅᥠđđđ đđ đ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđđđ â second part to [Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher version]
sunday, mydei, anaxa, phainon.
contents: gender neutral reader / just fluff about them being cunning and possessive / suggestiveness / perhaps slightly yandere.
SUNDAY
The Oak Familyâs head felt restless today. When he first mentioned the idea of you joining him in one of the banquets, it was a simple tool to show people that he too can love and form relationships, instead of being just a stiff and self-disciplined man.
When he dressed you in an outfit only appropriate for the event, he expected awes in form of appreciating your elegance.
Instead, what he received was some people on the party focusing on you than on anything else, not in any demure way.
Perhaps youâve been oblivious and misinterpreted the gesture as friendly, or perhaps you were too friendly yourself to know how to let someone down; but the man you were talking to, entertaining as Sundayâs plus one, was clearly flirting with you. Albeit, he wasnât that confident, constantly darting his eyes around to spot your partner. And Sunday sadly couldnât just storm his way to you two and the demand the man to stop â that would stir chaos.
He had to be subtle.
The outfit you were wearing to this party had a corseted part sewn into your shirt, and untying the laces, discreetly, would be quite easy for him. Approaching you, he stood between the grounds, hiding his hand skillfully loosening the ties; barely brushing his fingers against your back so you shouldnât feel anything.
After that, he pretended to have spotted your imperfection from the distance â few moments later, by tapping on your shoulder as if just appearing. âBeloved, your outfit is becoming disheveled,â he informed softly, halting your conversation with the man. He sighed with annoyance, one even bigger when seeing your eyes light up after turning your head to face Sunday.
âOh,â you looked down on your torso, noticing the state. âYou are right! I didnât even notice.â
âThats okay,â your partner smiled. âWould you allow me to help you fix yourself?â he offered his hand, like a polite gentleman â and you gladly grabbed it, inspiring satisfaction in his chest.
Sunday looked at the disappointed man, muttering âplease excuse usâ, proceeding to guide you two to some spare room.
Inside, he didnât let you know about his true feelings, not wanting to worry you nor make you feel guilty about involuntarily reciprocating the flirt. His possessiveness was soothed when he was allowed to fix the laces on your body, and noticed the slight fluster on your face, affected by the intimate gesture.
âYouâre rather strikingly beautiful, my love,â he said with pride, standing behind you in front of the mirror. âYou make it hard for me to want to return to the public,â he muttered with reverence, and kissed your nape to make you shudder, his hands holding onto your waist; before he rested his face in the crook of your neck, enjoying your warmth against his.
MYDEI
Mydei himself had plenty of attention, a man with looks so unreal, strength and good relations with children. However, despite him being a figure much more popular than you were in Okhema, it was the prince himself that was the more worried one in your relationship â when it came to topics of unwanted gazes. He, no matter how many people might attempt to throw themselves at him, would remain loyal to the bone â if finally choosing to date someone, heâs absolutely serious about them, leaving no place for flirting with others (especially for reasons as petty as inducing jealousy.)
Of course, he wasnât implying that the loyalty wasnât mutual, with you willing to entertain others⌠he simply felt an odd need to keep you to himself, not much ownership, but maintaining your safety and love towards him. Not losing you was his most important goal in his life.
When noticing some fruit vendor that was awfully smiley at you, whether it was to sell a product or genuine interest, he felt anger inciting in his veins. However, he couldnât just glare at the man until he gets scared which would be the easiest way to tackle down the issue, really â he had attempted that once, and it made you believe the person you were talking to must have disliked you if suddenly walking away. He didnât want to hurt your feelings. Scaring people also posed a risk of rumors, if one could notice Mydeiâs weird facial expressions and see people react inordinately out of nowhere.
Telling the man was not ideal either, if you dare to think of him as too rude, so⌠he finally relented, deciding to try one thing heâs never been too fond of, but one thing you might even enjoy. As you were busy blabbering about how much you loved figs, your speech was momentarily interrupted by Mydei wrapping his arm around you â casually, so it doesnât look forced. You looked up at him in surprise, noticing a small flush on his face too; yet you quickly leaned against his side and continued your talk, this time sounding even more happy.
And the vendor clearly understood the silent demand to withdraw on his eagerness, quick to sell you fruit instead of dragging on a chit-chat.
After a successful transaction, Mydei led you away, his arm still around you â carrying heavy bags for you in his other hand. âMydei?â you inquired, and he looked down at you. âAre you not going to let me go now?â you werenât a fool, knowing the true reason about the sudden gesture. He frowned, somehow finding the idea dreadful. âNo, I quite like this one. Are you complaining?â he asked, as if daring you to reject him. âNo, I quite like it too,â you said with a cheeky grin. Mydei laughed and pinched your side, laughing harder at your yelp. âGood. Youâre stuck like this for a while.â
So entire Okhema should be remained that you two are in a relationship; long forgetting Mydeiâs supposed distaste for PDA.
ANAXA
Anaxagoras wasnât typically possessive. Not only did he had put his trust in you, he also wasnât fond of the concept â possessiveness carried a connotation of objectifying behavior, and he did not wish to see you as his possession. Yet in the end, he was only human, sometimes something territorial creeping up his mind â not common, nor accepted by Anaxa, but still occurring occasionally. Therefore, the circumstances in which the occurrence happens have to be particularly special.
A few weeks free of such struggle, today was the break in his luck streak. Coming home, he was taken aback by a sight of you and some unfamiliar to him woman talking to you in the hallway, dressing her shoes back on her feet. She couldnât be a neighbor, if he would have recognized here. After removing his coat and shoes, he approached you two, greeting you both; you especially with a kiss to your temple.
âOh, this must be your husband! A scholar at that!â you friend chirped, excited to finally meet your spouse. Anaxa, still unsure to why she was here, remained polite. âYes. It is pleasure to meet you, even if weâre just passing by,â he offered his hand to shake, to which she gladly gave.
âSo what were you two busying yourselves with?â he asked with curiosity, the woman thankfully now gone after you let her out. âOh, you know, since you had your hands full recently, and I really love debating and discussing, I made a new friend so you shouldnât be worried about neglect me in that compartment! I invited her over for some brain storm,â you announced with pride, expecting mutual enthusiasm if he knew how important intellectual stimulation was to you.
Instead, you were met with odd silence. Myriads of thoughts ran through his head, feeling displeased at the fact something he found an activity reserved for just you two, holy and intimate, was now shared with some stranger. It wasnât even the fact this woman had possible interest in you (though that wouldnât be ideal either), but you no longer engaging in this game with him only â he branded it to be a staple of your marriage. He didnât blame you, knowing how you hated being idle; nor could he be blamed for being too busy if he had important matters to handle, yet⌠he found a deep need to fix the situation until you and that woman get too involved.
It was your voice that shook him off of his stream of thoughts. âAnaxagoras? Are you okay? Are you that tired?â you asked with worry, placing your hand on his shoulder. His eye softened â you were still his.
âYes, my apologies, I was just dwelling on how little time we spent together in the recent days. Perhaps Iâve been neglecting you.â
âNo, I understand,â you reassured; but he wasnât okay with it.
âIâm grateful for that, yet I must insist on dealing with time management better. Iâll rearrange my schedule, and for nowâŚâ he grabbed your hand, leading you further inside the house. âLetâs rewind our last discussion.â
Anaxagoras wonât let your new friend take this pleasure away from him.
PHAINON
When Phainon has at last found some time to take you to a beautiful restaurant, situated outside by a sea and with candles everywhere, including on the white-clothed table, you two were blissful. So excited to spend romance together in a beautiful venue, with no one to bother you two â right?
That was the original intention, a place with more secluded area, to gather a sense of privacy and intimacy. And that would have been the case, if the waiter, less professional than he should be, was constantly eyeing you and leaning close to you when busy with scanning the menu engraved into a stone; his hair almost brushing yours when he pointed at different positions in the menu with his fingers.
Both you and Phainon were getting uncomfortable: he â feeling appalled by the sheer audacity of the worker not only making you feel bad yet also trying to shaken the stable grounds of your relationship, and you â suffocated by his breath on your shoulder. It wasnât clear if the man had no full understanding of the depth of your relationship or if he simply didnât care; yet you two had enough.
And what made a relationship really was teamwork. Sharing a telepathic look he quickly caught onto, you grabbed his hand. âOh, this venue is so beautiful, but isnât our love floating on mountains even higher?â you said with a revered sigh.
âThatâs delineation of our love indeed! The sea breeze is as fresh as your glow, the wind carries our love for the world to know, and the night sky blankets us with intimacy for our sublime moments,â he spilled cheesy words in exchange; made to cringe the waiter. It was working already, when he straightened his posture with a clear of his throat. You perhaps could have just told the man a straightforward no, but wouldnât that be boring?
âPhainon⌠I donât know if my heart can handle this heaven,â you feigned tears, and he was quick to kiss your hand, before pulling you close over the table â pressing your forehead against his as if it was just the two of you.
âShh, itâs okay, my beloved. I know you are new to being with someone so loving and caring, but I will guide you through the storms safelyâŚâ he whispered, and at this point, the waiter excused himself to prepare the food you two ordered.
With him disappearing, you two let out a loud laugh.
âOh, that was hilarious! He was so scared of us,â he cackled. âI know, right? Thankfully, we can spend our evening in peace now,â you chuckled and placed yourself back against the chair, making him sad at the loss of your hand in his.
Phainon nodded and smiled. He found it rather adorable how you took your game as something just silly, not realizing there was a seed of seriousness in it from him â it wasnât just about letting a pesky man leave you alone, as the possessive feeling burned bright in his veins as well. And if he had to act like a fool to scare away other people, heâll gladly do so, if it means making you laugh and arising no suspicions from you â should you feel uncomfortable with how much he needed you for himself solely, indigent, if it was to become a fact no longer unbeknownst to you.
âWith me, my dear, no person can ever torment you,â he promised with a hand on his chest. He exhaled when you took it lightly with a mirth again â the promise will remain his oath, even if only he knew.
cw: fem. reader, yandere anaxa, he's an ass to reader's mom, don't wanna spoil too much, it's short and not proofread.
stay composed.
was the only thing anaxa was thinking as he sat in the comfort of your childhood home. he paid attention to every detail, from every crack on the wall to the dust resting along the old fireplace.
there was an eerie feeling, which he understood. he wasn't welcomed in this house, after all. that's never stopped him before, though.
anaxa snapped back into reality when the sobs of your mother became louder.
the reason he was here, supposedly, was to bring you back home.
"y-you'll bring her back? my p-poor foolish daughter!" the agony in her voice was almost enough to make anaxa smile, but he stayed resilient. "correct, i will do my best"
he let the words hang in the air, watching as your mother clutched the fabric of her dress, knuckles white with grief. it was almost poetic, how sorrow could twist a person into something unrecognizable.
anaxa, ever the one for displays of sympathy, placed a gloved hand on her shoulder.
in truth, your mother despised him. she knew the true nature of anaxa, the manipulation he never cared to hide. a sociopath, he remembers her calling him once upon a time.
a shame, really, he did try his hardest to get your family to like him. too bad they always tore you away from him.
now, he was the only one who could bring you back to them. anaxa smiled gently, his hand tightening on her shoulder, "i know i will bring her home."
your mother felt her blood run cold, her posture stiffening.
"because i know exactly where she is."
anaxa began to pace around the couch your mother was drowning her sorrows in, his gloved fingers trailing along its worn fabric.
"you see," he continued, voice as smooth as ever, "i never truly lost her. not in the way you think."
he glanced at your mother, watching the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.
"but i suppose," he mused, tilting his head slightly, "it's only fair that i return what's mine. i think it is quite time we end this silly game, mother dearest."
her breath hitched at the words, a sharp inhale swallowed by the suffocating silence of the room.
anaxa took his time, his steps slow, deliberate. he wanted her to feel every second of his presence, every ounce of control slipping from her grasp.
"you always had such a talent for making things difficult," he sighed, feigning disappointment. "all those years, all that effort, and yet... here we are again."
his fingers ghosted over the dusty bookshelf, tracing forgotten memories. a home that once rejected him now had no choice but to entertain his presence.
your mother willed herself to speak, to force out anything that could shatter the smug certainty in his voice. but fear had its grip on her throat, and anaxaâoh, he relished in that.
"what... what have you done to her?" she finally rasped, barely above a whisper.
anaxa only chuckled, low and amused, as if the answer was obvious.
"she's closer than you think." anaxa paused, a genuine, longing look on his face as he placed a hand over his covered eye.
"you never understood, did you?" his voice softened, almost tender, though the malice beneath it was unmistakable. "all these years, you spent so much time trying to pull her away from me. yet, here we are."
he turned to face her again, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
"itâs funny, really," he continued, tilting his head. "you act as if sheâs lost. as if sheâs waiting to be found."
your motherâs throat tightened. "please," she forced out, the word trembling.
anaxa, faking pity, let out a sigh. "she's part of me now."
he couldn't help the maniac laugh slip out as he looked at your mother's face. both hands were now placed near her shoulders on the couch, he was leaning over her like a wild beast.
"you all spent effortless time trying to keep us away. i will say it was tedious and infuriating, but now" another laugh, a smaller one, slipped out, "we're one in the same. if you ever want to be near your precious [name] again, you have no choice but to bask in my presence."
a sob ripped through your mother, "b-be quiet you heretic!"
"that's right, mother," anaxa's voice lowered into a whisper.
"i consumed her entire soul."
randomly had this idea, might make more parts of it :) i love writing for anaxa
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he didnât realize how many people yearned for you as much as he did. and now that he had, the thought sat heavy in his chest, unsettling in a way he didnât quite know how to handle.
cw: gender neutral, fluff, lighthearted, jealousy, slight stalking, reader has a lot of fans, secret admirers, established relationships, creepy letter in phainon's part
in okhema, thereâs an npc named myrion who has a bunch of admirers lined up for her, so this inspired me lmaoo! once again, mydei's is my favorite... love writing for him
mydeiâË.ââžââşââ§
when you and mydei had gone on a casual stroll through okhema, he wasn't expecting to discover how well-known you were around the city.
verax leo was a mouthy lion, one that overheard many conversations in its time in the holy city.
you, wanting to stop by and see if the lion had any new riddles, were not expecting for the verax to use this as an opportunity to tease the prince of kremnos.
"the beautiful muse of the mighty prince, [name]! an honor to see you! here for another riddle?"
mydeiâs brow arched ever so slightly at the greeting, golden eyes flickering between you and verax leo with a quiet intensity.
âbeautiful?â he echoed, tilting his head in that slow, calculating way of his.
you sighed, already sensing where this was going. âdonât start.â
verax leo let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. âoh? have i struck a nerve, mighty prince? or perhaps⌠have i simply voiced what many already whisper?â
mydei's perfect brow furrowed even deeper, "explain, annoying lion, what you mean by that."
verax leo, suddenly sensing the thick tension, voice wavered as he responded. "w-well, i would not live up to my name if i didn't put this in the form of a riddle!"
mydei didn't answer, only narrowing his eyes at the golden mount. "in the city of okhema, there are many beautiful antiques and valuables. often sought after. but, there's one that's unattainable, and can only be spoken of in whispers my lion ears can hear."
you blinked, glancing between mydei and verax leo, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
mydeiâs expression remained unreadable, his golden eyes sharp as they bore into the lion. âgo on.â
verax leo let out a nervous chuckle, but continued nonetheless. âthis treasure is admired by all, longed for by many, yet it rests in the hands of one who walks among us.â the lion paused before continuing. âand oh, how the city wonders⌠will the one who holds it keep their grasp, or will another dare to reach?â
mydei let the silence stretch between them, his expression unreadable. then, with slow precision, he turned to you.
âis that true?â his voice was softer now, but laced with something deeperâsomething possessive.
you rolled your eyes, a hint of amusement in your voice. âitâs just a riddle, mydei. you donât actually thinkââ
âbut it is true,â he interrupted smoothly, gaze never leaving yours. âyou are sought after. spoken of in whispers. desired. it would be foolish if people didn't see your beauty.â
you swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of his attention. âmydeiââ
he exhaled, then, a slow, quiet breath, before looking back at verax leo. âand tell me, lion, what happens to those who reach for the unattainable?â
verax leo hesitated before answering, voice lower this time. âthey risk being burned.â
a small smirk ghosted across mydeiâs lips, though there was no humor in itâonly certainty. âthen let them whisper.â
and with that, he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before leading you away from the lionâs watchful gaze, leaving nothing else to be said.
as you walked through the streets of okhema, the whispers verax spoke of suddenly felt louderâeyes flickering toward you, smiles offered, murmurs shared between passersby. you had never thought much of it before, but now, with mydei at your side, his grip firm around your hand, it was impossible to ignore.
âyouâre really letting that riddle get to you, huh?â you finally said, glancing at him.
mydei didnât answer immediately. instead, his golden eyes stayed forward, scanning the streets, his expression unreadable. when he finally spoke.
âit isnât the riddle that bothers me,â he said. âitâs the fact that it isnât just a riddle.â
you sighed for the hundredth time. âit'sââ
âhow many?â he asked suddenly.
you blinked. â...how many what?â
his gaze flickered to yours, sharp and calculating. âhow many people have whispered about you? how many have longed for something they will never have?â
heat crept up your neck, but you scoffed, shaking your head. âdo you hear yourself right now?â
âi hear the city.â his thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly. âand i hear verax leo. neither of them are wrong.â
you stopped walking, tugging his hand to make him face you fully. âand? does it matter?â
his jaw tightened for the briefest moment before he exhaled, as if weighing his words. âno,â he said. then, softer, more certain: ânot when the whispers mean nothing to you.â
your breath hitched, but before you could respond, he lifted your joined hands, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your fingers.
âlet them whisper,â he repeated, gaze locked onto yours. âas long as they know who you belong to.â
you gave his hand a small squeeze before pulling him forward. âcome on, prince of kremnos. weâve wasted enough time indulging a silly lion.â
he let you pull him along, but his grip remained firm, unwavering. âhm. i suppose. though, next time, i may indulge verax leo myself.â
you raised a brow. âoh?â
his golden eyes glimmered. âyes. iâd like to hear what else the city whispersâso i know exactly what to silence.â
you snorted, shaking your head. âunbelievable.â
but as the two of you walked away, hand in hand, the cityâs whispers no longer mattered. after all, there was no need for speculation when the truth was already clearâmydei had already won the prize they all longed for. and he had no intention of ever letting go.
phainonâË.ââžââşââ§
phainon was a man that took pride in his relationship with you, always taking the initiative to show you off. he knew you were gorgeous, and was extremely lucky to have you before anyone else.
he'd often hear praise of your name throughout okhema, be it the older lady that worked the market or a young kid.
but there was an extent to how much he could take, especially when it became borderline crazy.
phainon, call him petty, often discarded the various love letters that were made for you. he would read through them and laugh at their contents. these men knew nothing about you, and it almost made him feel bad.
almost.
there was no room in his heart for men that overstepped many boundaries; and the letter in his hand was a prime example of this.
'Dear [Name],
you have caught my attention, which is an honor not many can achieve. I see the way you interact with the people of the Holy City, but I cannot help but be curious; when will it be my turn? To see your beautiful eyes gaze at me? Must I do something extravagant? I watch you, the way your eyes light up when the infamous Chrysos Heir greets you. Tell me, is it that simple? There's no way you're impressed by his-'
phainon stopped reading the letter there, irritation already seeping deep into his veins. not only was the letter addressed to his quarters, but now he had the nerve to diss him?
phainon was so lost in thought, he didn't notice you enter the bedroom.
you tilted your head, watching him with mild curiosity. it wasnât often that he was this distracted, his fingers curled tightly around a piece of parchment, blue eyes narrowed in what could only be irritation.
"what's wrong?" you asked, stepping closer.
phainon blinked, finally registering your presence. his expression smoothed almost instantly, slipping into something more composedâtoo composed.
"nothing of importance," he said, rolling the letter between his fingers before tossing it onto the desk. "just another fool with more confidence than sense."
your gaze flickered to the discarded parchment. "another love letter?"
he exhaled, crossing his arms. "unfortunately."
curious, you reached for the letter. phainon's hand twitched as if debating whether to snatch it away, but he let you take it. as you scanned its contents, amusement tugged at your lipsâuntil you got further down.
"just a creep," you muttered, throwing the letter somewhere of no importance.
"perhaps i should respond," he mused. "it would be a shame if our dear admirer thought their words went unread."
"phainon."
"oh, come now, you should know me well enough by now." his grin was all mischief and indulgence. "i wouldn't be cruel. i'd simply... clarify a few things."
"by 'clarify,' you mean gloat."
"semantics."
you sighed again, running a hand down your face. "you're crazy."
"and yet," he echoed, mirth dancing in his voice, "people still test me."
he leaned in then, voice a quiet hum against your ear. "but if you truly wish for me to ignore them, all you have to do is say so. you know i'm weak for your word."
"i'm well aware," you giggled softly which made his cheeks warm in delight.
"though i do wonder, would a ring around your finger put an end to this cruelty?" he put a hand over his heart in faux pain. though he was teasing, you couldn't help but notice the truth in his words.
"only one way to find out."
anaxaâË.ââžââşââ§
you were perfect, it was a fact any being with senses knew. more importantly, you were his perfect assistant. always there to assist him when he was busy with a student or to find his favorite pen.
it was these little things that mattered most to him, and he made sure your help never went unrecognized.
you watched anaxa busy himself helping his students with their research, the stack of thesis' on his desk going unlooked at.
"anaxa," your voice sweetly cut through the academic chatter of the classroom.
âi assume youâre here to remind me of some terribly dull obligation? my neglected paperwork, perhaps?â
you crossed your arms, unimpressed. âi was going to suggest taking a break, but clearly, your self-awareness is intact.â
his smirk deepened as he placed his hands on his hips. âwhy, of course. i am nothing if not entirely conscious of my own habitsâthough I do wonder how I managed before you.â
âpoorly,â you deadpanned. âmisplaced notes, forgotten meals, and a truly tragic reliance on last-minute efforts.â
he hummed in response, glancing at his student who wouldn't stop looking at you.
"i can help your students, you should use this time to look at the tablets and papers on your desk."
anaxa tilted his head, regarding you with an expression that was equal parts amusement and something more inscrutable. âhow generous of you,â he murmured, fingers idly tapping against the untouched stack of work. âbut tell me, dear, are you implying that my guidance is somehow⌠lacking?â
his tone was smooth, laced with that ever-present air of self-assuredness, but you knew him well enough to catch the teasing edge beneath it.
you merely raised a brow. âiâm implying that your penchant for procrastination is as legendary as your intellect. i don't wish to wake from slumber to you scribbling and muttering to yourself. â
he exhaled a dramatic sigh, finally deigning to glance at the tablets and papers before him. âso cruel, yet so efficient,â he mused. âvery well, if only to spare you the tragedy of watching me scramble at the last moment.â
anaxa retreated to his paperwork, leaving you with the student he was previously helping. you glanced down at his report, seeing unique sketches of chimeras.
"oh!" you exclaimed in excitement, leaning over the scholar's shoulder. "chimeras, i know a decent amount about them. i used to frequent the garden of life," before meeting anaxa, you wanted to add on, knowing he hated whenever you mentioned okhema.
the student perked up at your enthusiasm, eyes wide with curiosity. âyouâve been to the garden of life?â he asked, glancing between you and his sketches. âiâve only read about it in records. is it true that some of the creatures there can work for hours?â
you nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips. âsome can, yes. their adaptability is remarkable, and they are super friendly!â
watching the student scribble things down, you continued. "even though they have a small and cute appearance, chimeras are very intelligent, understanding human speech despite not speaking it themselves."
anaxa smiled gently as he overheard your conversation, finding comfort in your voice. until he overheard another, more annoying conversation.
"[name] really is smart, no wonder professor keeps her to himself."
"yeah, it's a shame, if i had someone like [name]-"
anaxa stood up abruptly from his desk, the chair making a loud screech against the floor.
the sudden noise startled both you and the student, cutting your conversation short. you turned to see anaxa standing with an air of composed irritation, his pretty eyes sharp as they swept over the room.
âfascinating,â he drawled, his voice carrying just enough bite to make the offending students stiffen. âi wasnât aware my assistantâs intelligence was up for public discussionânor that any of you had the credentials to make such evaluations.â
a tense silence fell over the room. the scholars in question looked away, suddenly engrossed in their own work.
anaxa hummed, satisfied, before adjusting his cuffs with deliberate elegance. âiâd suggest you redirect your academic curiosity to something more productive. unless, of course, you believe gossip will earn you a place in my lectures?â
you sighed, rubbing your temples. this wasnât the first time anaxa had taken offense on your behalf, though his methods were as dramatic as ever.
âprofessor,â you said, voice edged with both exasperation and amusement, âi believe your paperwork still requires your attention."
he hummed, completely ignoring you.
as he returned to his desk, you exhaled, shaking your head before refocusing on the studentâs report.
still, you could feel anaxaâs gaze lingeringânot on his paperwork or the students, but on you.
âprofessor,â you murmured without looking up, âif youâre going to stare at me all afternoon, at least pretend to be grading.â
Thousands upon thousands of kisses were exchanged in the bathhouse as Phainon held his beloved in his arms, a loopy grin on his face, his lover not faring any better. The water rippled beneath them as they shamelessly slobbered all over each other in public, much to the bewilderment or amusement to any onlookers.
And Mydei was most certainly not amused.
"You two disgust me." Mydei seethed as he took a handful of the nearby bathwater and brutally splashed the two lovebirds. Happy little noises turned into shouts and complaints, the couple now completely drenched from head to toe as the handsome blonde crossed his arms, an annoyed look on his face. His red eyes gleamed with putridity as he mumbled Krenoan curses underneath his breath, before he finally decided to speak once more in the common tongue.
"Sick freaks..."
However, the pair only ignored them, Phainon in particular as he immediately reached out to his sweetheart, big strong arms enveloping them in a sickeningly sweet embrace as he kissed the crown of their head, his soft blue eyes gleaming underneath the many lights.
Mydei continued to observe the pair as he stood tall in the bath, water dripping down his toned body as he thought back to all the times he caught the stupid lovebirds in their shenanigans. He felt a vein wanting to pop at how he had to drag his rival by the ear in order for him to just listen to common sense or how he sometimes had to cover your mouth with his massive hand in order to get you to just keep quiet for a few moments.
Frankly, Mydei found himself being a little bit... disturbed at how inseparable you two were.
It was normal for a couple to want to spend every waking breath together, he knew that much. Endless gifts, ridiculous proclamations of love, petty spats, it all came into the territory known as romance.
However, his keen eye noticed that the line of sweet romance would be crossed one too many times.
Mydei kept track of how jealous you'd get of the attention Phainon would receive, how petty you would act towards the people who would even try talking to the man. At first he chalked it up to regular jealousy but one time he found himself literally stopping you from verbally clawing out another person's neck for simply giving Phainon a compliment.
With the way your hands were twitching, he was not even so sure that it would have been just a verbal assault...
He also recalled how he caught Phainon tracking you in the city as you did your daily rounds in the market, and he would naturally explain it all away as pure coincidence. Phainon was the type of man who could fool anyone - sharp words, kind eyes and frankly, a handsome physique made him easily to trust. And besides, a doting lover always looks out for the apple of their eye, right?
Even if that lover in question would linger in the shadows like a phantom in the night? Even if he always looked as though he was ready to slash anyone who got too close to you for his own comfort?
Mydei suddenly felt his blood run cold as he broke out of his dazed state. The white haired Chrysos Heir gave him an eerie look, those haunting blue eyes boring deep into Mydei's scarlet ones like the sharpest daggers known to man. He looked less like a person and more like a wild animal ready to lunge at him at any given moment.
The heat of the bath did not soothe Mydei's worries either as the thick fog of the warm air only made the gut wretching stare even worse than it ought to be.
Mydei carefully tracked Phainon's movements as he noticed him grabbing his black cloak and putting it over you, shielding you fully now from his view. Mydei raised an eyebrow at that until he realized the heart of the issue.
He should not be looking at you.
With a slow gulp he turned his head in a different direction, trying to look nonchalant but he knew that he was caught red handed.
Mydei wondered if Phainon was going to do something right now in the bath.
Even with his head turned he still felt that horrible gaze on him, almost swallowing him whole as he caressed his darling in his arms, as if he was daring him to glance back once more.
Mydei did not dare as a matter of fact.
He was worried about where this was going, how this strange saga even started or if it was even going to end at all. Never in his lifetime had he witnessed such a disgustingly clingy couple, two people so obsessed with each other that it almost wanted to make him run for the hills.
For now though, it was in his best interest to act like he saw nothing. He was still going to keep an eye on the pair just in case someone gets hurt but...
With the way things are headed, it's bound to happen sooner rather than later.
âš.ËđŞđŻď¸âĄ you've managed to snag the man of your dreams and things can't be better. however, having your heart race 24/7 is a borderline inhumane feeling but you would not trade it for the world.
and you know what? neither would he.
yandere! honkai star rail! x yandere! reader. (ana's faves. as per usual.)
Ë.đŕźâ đŁđ˘đ§đ đ˛đŽđđ§.
He truly was like a fairytale come to life. How else could one man be so otherworldly handsome?
You would say that to Jing Yuan over and over as you would sit in his pretty garden as the ravishing flowers kept you hidden from any prying eyes. The man would nestle himself comfortably anywhere he could, as long as you had your arms wrapped around him he really did not care for the position he was in.
It was so hard to control yourself. How could you possibly keep your cool around him, especially whenever he would start looking at you with those dreamy eyes? Sometimes in the heat of the moment you would curse him, tell him that it's all his fault for making you feel like this, that he was to blame for slowly turning you into such a bitter person.
The General was incredibly popular on the Lofu, it was only natural for him to have his fair share of fans and admirers. You would force yourself to smile through it all, to grit your teeth as all his adoring fans would sell countless photos of him and you would always try so hard to cling onto his arm whenever you'd spot a camera nearby.
Vultures, the lot of them. If you could have it your way, they would all be tossed into outer space and never be seen again. White hot rage bubbled deep inside your soul at the prospect of anyone thinking themselves good enough to steal him away from you but those people would only meet the sharp end of your wrath.
It was their choice whether or not there would be a peaceful resolution.
However, the moment he placed a soothing hand on your cheek all of that rage would subside to joy. Anger turned to passion, bitterness became sweetness and Jing Yuan could not be more happy at the thought that he had you wrapped around his little finger.
He was a lucky man. He was going to cherish you until his dying breath.
Ë.đŕźâ đŹđŽđ§đđđ˛.
Soft inklings of delicate candlelight broke through the dark room as you ran your fingers sweetly through Sunday's hair. His head lay still in your lap, face pressed deeply into your thighs as his arms nestled themselves around your body, a silent plea for you to not leave. His grip was tighter than iron as he groaned, the tension in his shoulders melting away like ice in heat.
Whatever was he going to do without you? How could he even live if you were not there by his side?
Such cursed thoughts simply must be banished from his worried mind. For if he were to think too hard about those nightmares, his despair might just swallow him whole.
He could feel your lovesick gaze, a stark contrast to the delicate touch of your fingers as they grazed his scalp. There were times when you would trap him in your embrace and whisper things to him, things that should horrify any sane person. You'd utter your devotion to him like a prayer, chanting endless spells of your bottomless love and devotion and instead of stopping you, he would allow you to speak your mind as his own would simply cease to work.
If there was the option, you'd devour him whole. That way he could never leave you, or so you would like to say.
And the idea of that, it... It was strangely appealing to him. It was the one cage he would never dare to break.
Ë.đŕźâ đŁđ˘đđ¨đŞđ˘đŽ.
Soft pink hair dominated your vision as the scent of spices overpowered the rest of your senses, much to the cheeky foxian's delight. You shared a bed with him as his pretty tail wrapped itself around your waist, thwarting any possible escape attempts. With a chuckle you inched closer and pressed your lips on his temple, to which Jiaoqiu hummed in delight.
As per usual, you made no moves to leave.
Good, he thought to himself as his fingernails dug into your flesh, just barely enough so that it doesn't hurt. His tail fluttered with content as birds chirped happily outside the window, the gentle rays of sunlight cascading down on the pair as they reveled in their sweet bliss.
For a brief second, Jiaoqiu could not help but to think of the whispers others would share amongst themselves, how they would judge him and his darling, how twisted and wrong their whole relationship was..
How can something that feels so sweet be so wrong? How can someone who makes him feel alive and loved be disgusting in the eyes of others?
Fools. Each and every one of them. Blind fools who could not see true love even if it hit them square in the jaw.
They were not important, none of them. As long as he had you in his arms, his soul could rest.
Ë.đŕźâ đŠđĄđđ˘đ§đ¨đ§.
The crackling flames roared with hunger beside you as you skimmed through the seemingly endless gifts of devotion your dearly beloved seemed to get on a nearly daily basis.
A deep frown etched itself on your red tinted lips as you carelessly threw another letter into the orange fire, not giving a damn about the person who wrote it nor their feelings. Who did they think they were, trying to so carelessly throw their own personal longing onto your beloved Phainon?
Wickedness became second nature to you once you had managed to snag the handsome Chrysos Heir all for yourself. The mere thought of other people wanting him, touching him, looking at him... It made your stomach churn with nausea.
It was all too common for Phainon to receive gifts and words of praise and it was just something one had to grow accustomed to if they planned to stand by his side. But by the stars, the way in which you would burn with jealousy could almost be studied.
You could not allow Phainon to see this side of you.
What would he think of you then? Resting your arms against the messy table you sigh, mind pondering on all of the various scenarios of your lover becoming horrified with this newfound twisted nature of yours... Completely oblivious to the shadow which loomed on the balcony, his body hidden by the massive white pillars as gorgeous blooms came to life.
It was as if they were matching his own personal excitement, their wonderful colours signaling all of his own feelings.
Love, obsession, devotion, need - these were all things that Phainon fought with daily. Sometimes he would grant himself the luxury of indulgence - keeping you in the bath longer with him, making up some excuse on why you should stay in his room, that it's fine if he wants to feed you... He wondered if you went along with it just to keep the peace, to ensure his happiness which was in its own way cute but...
Never in his wildest dreams could Phainon have predicted that you would return his intense feelings. If he could, he would carve out his own heart right then and there and give it to you, the chunk of flesh beating joyfully as he would get on his knees and present it to you with his outstretched, bloodied hands, his lips twisted into a loopy grin.
And he now knew that he would never have to worry ever again. Your love has been secured, your devotion is being kept under lock and key and it was all in the palm of his hand.
I wrote this very, very, very quickly, which I feel as though is super obvious. Still, it was super fun to tackle... Mutual obsession is just such a cute concept, no? And I wasn't feeling too inspired for Jiaoqiu's part, oops. It's just that, I feel like he would be the most "normal" one in this specific scenario, y'know? I also wrote this whole thing backwards for some reason??? Like, I didn't start with Jing, I actually started doing Phainon first.
This little playlist was also lovely to listen to as I was writing. What a wonderful way to spend my rainy Sunday afternoon. Also, I'm half way through the first season of Fruits Basket! It's such a cute little show and I'm watching the 2019 version!!
calebâs jealousy was uncontrollable and never goes away as quick as it comes.
cw: fem reader, not entirely smut but still gonna tag as 18+ mdni, jealousy, choking, possessiveness, teasing, gagging, kissing, marking, mullet caleb, biting, threats, violence, pet names, stripping, yandere, established relationship, stalking, manipulation, you both have a few screws loose... not proofread rip
wc: 2.1k
whenever you returned home to caleb, he was always there with a warm smile and an even warmer embrace.
no matter how long youâd been goneâan hour, a day, a weekâhe greeted you like youâd been away for years.
the familiarity was gone today, it just felt cold and unwelcoming; something that has never happened before.
something was wrong. unsettlingly so.
"caleb?" you called out for him, only to receive no answer. he had to be here; he never left without telling you when he'd be back.
your heartbeat quickened as you stepped further inside, locking the door behind you out of habit. the air felt offânot in the way of an intruder, but in the absence of something vital. of him.
you called again, voice softer this time, hesitant. still, nothing.
the only light was from the pretty moonlight seeping in through the window, leaving your vision a bit distorted. you managed to find your way to the bedroom, making sure to be quiet in case he was sleeping or was listening to music.
the tension was thick as you seen a familiar silhouette sitting at the edge of the bed; your heartbeat didn't slow down or feel the usual comfort it did when you seen him.
"caleb, i was calling for you... are you okay?" you eyed him cautiously, shadows casting against his features. he didn't answer you, but the quiet hum he let out made it known he was listening.
"is everything okay..?" you tried once more to get him to talk.
"y'know, dear, it's so hard to stay mad at you. especially when you call my name so sweetly... like i couldn't ruin you any chance i get."
you gulped and took a cautious step back.
"what... what are you talking about?" you forced out, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be.
caleb tilted his head, finally movingâfinally looking at you. his eyes, usually so full of warmth, were unreadable in the darkness.
"youâve been careless," he murmured, tapping his fingers against his thigh like he was trying to keep himself in check. "running around, not paying attention, letting your guard down... do you know how easy it would be for something to happen to you?"
he didn't give you the chance to answer him. "i followed you. i followed you that entire time you were gone."
he turned towards you, allowing you to finally see his facial expression. a simple, blank smile with dark eyes.
"you didn't notice... you didn't notice me following you or the looks you got from other men." he let out a humorless laugh.
âyou never even looked around,â he continued, his voice low and unsettling. âtoo busy, too trusting... always so trusting of them.â he tilted his head again, and the way he said them made your skin crawl.
you took another step back, your eyes darting to the door, to the window, anywhere but his face. you wanted to run.
"it was just an errand run...i don't think anyone was-"
âdo you really think they werenât looking at you?â he asked, his smile never fading. âthat they werenât admiring you? wanting you?â his laugh echoed again, sharp and bitter. "it was pitiful to watch those meaningless people look at you that way."
now, he stood up, extending to his full height. "caleb, you're being delusional." it wasn't the first time he's been jealous, just never to this extent.
"delusional?" he echoed, his voice dangerously soft, and the way he said it made your skin crawl. his smile stretched just a little wider, like a predator savoring the moment before pouncing.
"you think iâm delusional?" he repeated, stepping toward you again, his eyes never leaving yours. âyou think theyâthose strangersâare any better for you than i am?â
you instinctively took another step back, your heart racing in your chest, the fear seeping deeper into your bones. you needed to get away.
"they donât see you like I do," caleb continued, his voice low, the edge in it sharper now. "they donât know you like I do. they donât care about you the way I do." his eyes darkened. "you belong to me."
you flinched at his words, your hands trembling as you tried to push the panic down
"caleb," you whispered, your voice shaking now. "youâre not thinking clearly. please, justâ!"
but he was already taking another step toward you, his eyes wild now, the control slipping away as his anger simmered to the surface.
you tried, truly, to bolt to the door as quick as possible.
calebâs hand shot out and grabbed your wrist with terrifying speed, pulling you back with an iron grip that made your breath catch in your throat.
"where do you think you're going?" his voice was low, dangerously calm. it was the kind of calm that made your skin prickle, a warning that sent every instinct inside you screaming.
you tried to twist free, but his hold only tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. your pulse raced in panic, your mind screaming for escape.
"y-you need space to clear your head, i... i can sleep on the couch." your words seemed to only anger him more.
caleb's grip on your wrist tightened and his eyes darkened, lips curling into a twisted sneer. "you think you can just leave like that?" he spat, his voice low and full of venom. "you think iâll just let you sleep somewhere that's not beside me?"
you could feel the air between you both growing thicker, charged with a dangerous energy that made the room feel suffocating. your mind raced, grasping for anythingâanythingâthat might calm him down, that might give you a chance to slip away.
his hand that was holding onto your wrist traveled up your body, rubbing into your skin gently. when he got to your collarbone, he increased the pressure, surely trying to leave a mark.
he leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss youâbut instead, he bit your lip.
the unexpected pain caused you to whimper and flinch away from him.
his hand slid further up your neck, and the pressure on your collarbone only intensified. it was suffocating, the way his touch had gone from gentle to possessive, to painful. you tried to move away, but his grip was unrelenting.
âiâve been patient,â caleb continued, his voice low and rough, a mix of frustration and something darker. âbut youâre making this so hard. youâre making me prove to you how much you need me. how much i need you.â
he paused for a second, and that's when you felt something cold wrap around your neck: the silver necklace you gifted him in childhood.
the action caused your heart to speed up. âyou look gorgeous marked by me,â he whispered gently as he placed his forehead against yours.
with a cautious approach, you wrapped your arms around him and tried to calm your breathing, hoping he was finally calming down.
well, your actions seemed to only make things worse.
ây-youâre still so sweet, so soft, even after i treat you like this?â there was a vulnerability in his eyes that immediately hardened.
his body tensed against yours, his nails digging into your back ever so slightly. âyouâre too good to me,â he murmured, almost to himself. his voice wavered, filled with something unsteady, something desperate. âtoo good.â
his forehead was still pressed to yours, but his eyes had darkened again, flickering with a storm of emotions. âyou should hate me right now,â he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "you should be afraid of me."
he pulled back just enough to search your face, his gaze burning into yours, as if trying to understand why you werenât running. why you werenât screaming.
his hands slid down your arms, then back up, his touch almost reverent. "but you're still here," he murmured, his head tilting slightly. âeven after all this. why?â
you swallowed thickly, trying to steady your voice. "because i love you, caleb."
the thin string keeping him together snapped.
he quickly lifted you, your legs wrapping around his torso. he threw you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. "i love you too, so much." he used the chain around your neck to lift your head to the same level as his.
your breath hitched as the cool metal of the necklace pressed into your skin, restricting your movement just enough to make your pulse race with something between fear and disbelief. calebâs face was dangerously close, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a feverish intensity.
âyou have no idea,â he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, âjust how much i need you.â
his grip on the chain tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that you were completely at his mercy. his free hand trailed along your jaw, his touch achingly gentle compared to the rough way he handled you moments before.
his lips found yours in an intense kiss, the hand wrapped around the necklace moved to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, his other hand moving to the buttons on your blouse.
he paused for a second, looking into your eyes, "are you okay?"
you nodded and pulled him back into a kiss, your own hand tugging at his shirt that barely concealed his toned body. he sent you a small smile as he took off the article of clothing.
your blouse slipped from your shoulders, and he took his time, pressing his lips to every inch of newly exposed skin as if committing each spot to memory. "so perfect," he murmured against you, his breath warm, his voice filled with something raw. "all mine."
when you let out a particular whine when he reached your sensitive spot, he moaned and bit down harder. he glanced up at your face, noticing you were biting your lip, tearing at the fragile skin.
his brow furrowed as he brought two fingers up to your mouth, gently shoving them down your throat. "only i can bite your pretty lips, okay?"
you whined around his fingers as he continued marking up your chest and neck.
his fingers pressed down just enough to make you gasp, your teeth and tongue brushing against his skin as he watched you with dark, lidded eyes. "that's it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "bite me, sweetheart."
your body trembled beneath him as he continued his slow, deliberate assault on your skin, his lips trailing lower, teeth grazing sensitive spots just to feel the way you reacted. every sound you made only seemed to spur him on, his grip on you tightening with every little whimper and whine that left your lips.
he pulled his fingers from your mouth, dragging them down your chin, smearing the spit along your jaw before cupping your cheek. "you're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, soothing over where you'd bitten too hard. "mine to love, mine to take care of."
you tugged on his hair, the grown-out mullet soft in your hands, making him let out a whine of your name.
his reaction sent a shiver down your spine, the sound so raw and desperate that it made your grip tighten instinctively. caleb's breathing grew heavier, his lips parting as he looked down at you with a mixture of adoration and hunger.
"you know what you do to me, don't you?" he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. his hands slid down your sides, fingers squeezing at your hips before settling there, holding you in place. "you drive me insane."
you smirked slightly, tugging at his hair once more just to hear that sweet sound again. "good," you teased, voice breathy, "it's only fair."
"'s not nice to tease, pipsqueak."
"what are you gonna do about it?" you taunted, fingers still tangled in his hair, giving another playful tug.
his grip on your hips tightened, and in a swift movement, he flipped you beneath him, pinning you against the mattress. his hands caged you in, his weight pressing into you just enough to make your breath hitch.
"oh, sweetheart," he purred, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "you really wanna test me tonight, huh?"
your heart pounded in anticipation, but you held your ground, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "maybe."
caleb chuckled, low and husky, his breath fanning against your skin. "guess iâll just have to remind you whoâs in charge then, wonât i?"
before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, stealing every word, every breath, until all you could think about was him.
bonus:
as you lay in his arms, you couldn't help the nagging thought at the back of your mind. "hey, caleb?"
he hummed in response, pulling you closer to his chest. "you... you really followed me the entire day?"
"yeah, it's a cute little pastime. get to see you window shop and stuff," he said with no shame whatsoever. "what kinda boyfriend would i be if i let you out alone?"
"a normal one."
he let out a small laugh, "go to sleep, [name]. we can't have you ruining your sleep schedule. need me to tell you a story?"
moving in with caleb was bound to have its ups and downs... but did he have to modify everything in his home to keep track of you?
cw: fem. reader, caleb being overprotective and borderline insane, lowkey stalking, cameras, established relationship, reader can be mc or not, #ilovecaleb, mullet caleb yummy, wrote this listening to my 2020 playlist...
everything in caleb's space was so very... you. the foods in the fridge, the furniture, the tidiness of it all. there was so much of you, and it was quickly becoming a safe haven.
it seemed everything caleb owned was carefully picked out with your interests and not his.
you remember asking him about it, if he was truly okay with you taking over his space like this; especially since you never spent a dime while with him.
his answer still fresh in your mind.
"trust me honey, this is all i've ever wanted." he said with a sincere smile and a pat to your head, "besides, there's still a lot of me around, you just gotta find it."
back then, you weren't sure what he meant exactly and seen it as a way of him comforting you.
now, however, as the microwave locked your frozen dinner in there you realized what he meant.
caleb always cooked for you, he knew your desired calorie intake, allergies, and all the foods you didn't like.
you never had to lift a finger in the kitchen when he was around, because he had already taken care of everything before you even had the chance to think about it.
but now, standing in the quiet hum of the microwave, the absence of his presence was deafening. he was on a rather long mission with the fleet. he did prepackage all your meals, labeled and all, but admittedly... being bored with nothing to do except eat made the meals go quicker than expected. surprisingly, there was a frozen pasta dinner shoved in the back of the freezer. it wasn't the most ideal, but it was the best you could do without your personal chef and boyfriend.
it was a little embarrassing how dependent you became on him. you knew if he were here, he'd kiss your head and tell you he'll make those nasty thoughts go away.
there were still traces of him all around you, in the way the spice rack was arranged just so, the way the couch cushions bore the slightest indent from where he always sat, and even the basket of apples on the counter.
you sighed, leaning against the counter as the microwave beeped, signaling your sad little dinner was ready.
there was a small problem though.
the microwave wasn't opening.
no matter how much strength you used, the door just wasn't opening. you felt your eyebrow twitch; did you somehow manage to break his microwave? there was no way; sure, you relied on him a bit, but you definitely remembered the basics in the kitchen.
before you could get more frustrated, your phone dinged.
caleb <3: where did u even find that lol? thought i threw those all out :,)
you stared at your phone in deadpan before glancing back at the microwave, quickly texting back.
[name]: how did you even...?
caleb <3:Â baby, i got eyes everywhere
you huffed, shaking your head. of course he somehow knew you were about to eat the one frozen dinner he swore he got rid of.
[name]: okay, stalker. but actually, i think ur microwave is broken??? it wonât open.
the typing bubble appeared instantly.
caleb <3: yeah, ik... had some free time, messed around with a few things :p
another message came through right after.
caleb <3: say, what happened to the meals i prepared for you?
then another...
caleb <3: did you not like them? let me know so i know for the future if your tastes changed, sorry pretty girl
you were quick to type out a response, seeing as his typing bubble didn't disappear.
[name]: no!! i loved them all, just... they're gone :(
the message was marked as read immediately as he your phone began to ring.
you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile as you answered.
âhi, caleb.â
âhi,â he echoed, his voice warm despite the slight scolding tone. ânow, tell me, honeyâhow are they already gone? i made sure theyâd last until i got back.â
you pouted, sinking further into the couch. âi got bored⌠and they were really good.â
caleb chuckled, and you could just picture the way heâd be shaking his head if he were here. âi swear, youâre gonna make me start rationing your meals.â
âyou wouldnât.â
âwould i?â
you frowned. ââŚwould you?â
his laugh came through the speaker, low and sweet. ânah, i could never say no to you. but seriously, baby, if you need more food, i'll order something. donât go eating those frozen meals, theyâre so bad for you.â
âitâs just one,â you mumbled.
âstill. i donât like the thought of you eating that while iâm gone.â
you sighed, tugging at the microwave one more time. âwell, maybe if you werenât so far awayâŚâ
âaw, do you miss me, pretty girl?â
you refused to answer that; he already knew the answer.
caleb hummed. âyeah⌠i miss you too.â
his voice was softer now, and your chest ached at how much you just wanted him here.
âiâll be back soon,â he promised. âthen iâll make you something actually edible, alright?â
you smiled. âalright.â
âgood girl.â
you felt your cheeks heat up, and caleb laughed again, as if he knew. (which he did).
âlove you, honey.â
âlove you too,â you murmured, holding the phone a little tighter. "why exactly is the microwave locked?" you decided to question one more time.
caleb chuckled, "i know you, [name]. even if i wasn't watching you, you'd open it and still eat the pasta. better to take... precautionary measures for my pipsqueak. did you even check the expiration date?"
ignoring his question, you did a quick lookover of the room, looking for the camera he had somewhere as he only laughed. "maybe instead of looking for the cameras, find what else i modified in the house, it'll keep you occupied. i'll order you food in the meantime."
you groaned, flopping back against the couch. âcaleb, i swear, if you messed with anything elseââ
âif? honey, i definitely did.â
your eyes narrowed. âlike what?â
âmmm, canât say. thatâd ruin the fun, wouldnât it?â
you let out a dramatic sigh. âyou are a menace.â
âand you love me for it.â
unfortunately, he wasnât wrong.
you stood up, glancing around the apartment, suddenly suspicious of everything. you had no idea when he found the time to do all this, but knowing caleb, he planned ahead weeks in advance, just for moments like these.
the phone call was cut short as commotion started on his mission, leading you to sadly have to hang up.
you sighed, setting your phone down and eyeing the apartment with renewed suspicion.
as if on cue, you heard a soft click.
you turned your head slowly.
the front door.
more specifically, the new deadbolt that you definitely hadnât installed.
your stomach dropped. oh, no.
another quick text from caleb.
caleb <3: your food is outside, i unlocked the door for you to grab it <3 be quick.
you did as he said, quickly grabbing the food delivery from outside, the door locking as soon as you got back in.
[name]: caleb. why is the door locked from the outside?
it took him a moment to reply, likely caught up with work, but when his name finally popped up on your screen, you already knew you wouldnât like his answer.
caleb <3:Â oh, that? safety measures, honey. u can unlock it, but only through the app i installed on ur phone :)
you blinked. what app?
as soon as you asked, a new icon appeared on your screenâa sleek little security app with a familiar-looking otto icon.
caleb <3: just in case u ever get any funny ideas about leaving late at night alone.
your jaw dropped.
[name]: caleb. you remote locked me inside our home.
caleb <3: our very safe home! where nothing bad can happen to u!! :D i'll text u when i get to safety, enjoy ur food pipsqueak!
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when youâre suddenly taken from them, they do everything to take you back to their side.
cw: gen. neutral reader, kidnapping, violence, slight yandere but iâll tag it anyways, written on my phone, kremnoan and ohkeman beef, PHAINON LEAK/THEORY SPOILERS!!!!!
hi guys iâm back, in honor of mydeiâs banner, im on a posting spree rn
mydei
being the newest chrysos heir was already no easy job. but being from the rival kingdom of kastrum kremnos made it even harder.
mydei had been walking a narrow path from the moment he claimed his placeâtoo much loyalty to one side, and the other would brand him a traitor. too little loyalty to either, and he risked being swallowed whole by both.
you, of course, stayed by his side; there ever since the journey to slaughter euryponâa grim memory neither of you spoke of often. you remembered the blood, the screams, the bodies that littered the path behind you. the way mydei had barely slept those nights, keeping one hand curled in a fist and the other on your armâlike letting go of you would mean death.
when the others had died â one by one, torn apart by the horrors that clung to euryponâs shadow â you had been the only one who survived with him.
it felt like a thread of fate held you two together.
mydei had grown possessive since thenânever far from your side, always finding some reason to justify it. you could see the tension coil in his shoulders whenever you spoke to others. the way his eyes lingered too long when someone stood too close.
so when a lowly gang in okhema seen you as his weakness, he was in shambles.
they didnât know who they were dealing withânot at the time. they thought theyâd found an easy target; new to okhema and gullible. mydeiâs trusted companion, the one whoâd stayed with him through blood and war. the one who knew too much, saw too much.
and most importantly, the one he couldnât replace.
the gang moved fast. faster than you expected. one minute you were weaving through the crowded streets of okhema, and the next a rough hand yanked you into a shadowed alley.
you foughtâhardâelbow driving into someoneâs ribs, a sharp kick catching another in the shin. but there were too many. ropes bit into your wrists, a grimy cloth stuffed into your mouth before you could shout.
âkremnoanâs should never get too comfortable somewhere they donât belong.â
one of them sneered, dragging you deeper into the slums. âthink heâll hand over half his kingdom just to get âem back?â
he. they meant mydei.
you struggled harder. you knew what he was capable of.
you managed to spit out the cloth in your mouth, âlet me go! you donât know what youâre getting yourself into!â you tried to plead with them.
this was so frustrating!
being in okhema was supposed to be a fresh start, especially for mydei. the people were nice, and both aglaea and tribbie seemed wonderful.
aglaea even gifted you a new wardrobe with your exact measurementsâyou werenât going to question how, but you had your suspicions mydei had something to do with it.
mydeiâs rage was a slow burn and once it was ignited, nothing could stop it.
now, mydei was bound to harbor anger in the people of okhema if you didnât find a way to get out fast enough, before he got here.
you thought back to your old companions, ones who fought so dominantly on the battlefield.
you had to wait for the right moment, for these men to be distracted.
when the chance came, you were quick to rub the rope around your wrists against the hard pavement under you until eventually, it snapped.
wasting no time, you jolted up and ran.
the dim light of the alley barely illuminates your path as you stagger onto the cold cobblestones. every sound is amplified in the silence: your own rapid breathing, the distant hum of the city, and the echo of your footsteps bouncing off crumbling walls.
you can still hear the angry shouts from the gang behind you, their curses fading into the night. but thereâs something else. a heavy, anticipatory silence that suggests a reckoning is coming. you know mydeiâs fury is inevitable.
your heart pounds in your ears as you press yourself against a rough wall, scanning the darkened corners for an escape route. you realize that you have only minutesâmaybe even secondsâto vanish into the maze of alleys, to slip away before his vengeance becomes all too real.
with one last look over your shoulder, you take a deep breath and push forward into the uncertain night, every step a desperate bid to outrun the impending tempest of mydeiâs retribution.
with a quick turn around the corner, you were taken off guard by the chest you ran into.
the impact knocks the breath from you. you stumble, barely catching yourself as a pair of intense eyes lock onto yours. mydei stands before you, his presence impossible to ignoreâfury and concern mingling in his gaze.
for a moment, the world slows: the pounding of your heart, the ragged rhythm of his breath, and the distant echoes of chaos outside. his hand, strong and sure, grips your shoulder, steadying you. thereâs no time for explanations, no room for hesitation.
âiâm here,â he growls, voice low and dangerous, as if every syllable is meant to ward off an unseen threat.
you stood there, struggling to catch your breath and mydei simply observed.
there was no anger; there was just nothing.
which was even worse.
"mydei..!" he continued to just stare at you, looking you over. the only sign of a reaction was the slight twitch of his brow and pointer finger.
he walked away, going towards the way you came.
mydei was going to make sure his position as a chrysos heir was not one to be messed with.
phainon
phainon stared in absolute horror as the flame reaver emerged from the darkness.
he was prepared for another battle with strong being, but he wasn't prepared for it to lunge at you.
it all happened quickly; all it took was one slip-up, one miscalculation, and you were no longer there with him.
when you finally regained consciousness, it felt as if you were floating within time itself; just an endless abyss.
but he was there, you could feel it.
your eyes adjusted to the dark space, the only light coming from what appeared to be stars.
he spoke before you, "i... am not weak this time."
his words carried weight, reverberating through the void like a vow only the cosmos could witness. a handâhis handâreached toward you, hesitant yet determined.
"every other time, i've failed." you squinted as its hand brought itself up to its masked face, promptly removing the mask.
the familiar blue eyes were staring at you. though, they looked way more clouded and dead. "now, you're here with me, and i don't... i can't let you leave, [name]."
"p-phainon? what..?" you brought your hand up tp your head, feeling nauseous.
he took a step closer, the eerie quiet of the space only broken by the heavy thrum of his breath. "iâve waited too long, [name]. every failure, every mistakeâitâs been for this. i can't lose you again."
his voice was hoarse, raw, like it hadn't been used for years.
your heart raced, and despite the ache in your head, you managed to focus on him, on the way his eyes flickered between desperation and something darker. something desperate.
"you're the flame reaver? i... i donât understand," you murmured, your voice barely rising above the void's haunting silence.
"you don't have to," phainon whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "just know, i wonât let you go. not this time."
you could feel his hand trembling slightly as it reached out, brushing the tips of your fingers, as if afraid you might vanish if he held too tightly.
your entire body felt heavy, like something was weighing you down, keeping you trapped in this endless abyss. phainonâs presence was the only solid thing anchoring you, yet even that felt⌠wrong. his touch was cold, unsteady, as if he wasnât sure whether to pull you closer or let you slip through his fingers.
"phainon..." your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. "where are we?"
his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "a place between," he murmured. "a space where time bends, where the past and present blur together." his gaze darkened. "where i lost you before."
his words sent a shiver down your spine. the way he looked at youâit wasnât just desperation. it was grief, old and worn, like he'd lived through this moment before.
"lost meâŚ?" your fingers curled weakly into the fabric of his coat. "but iâm right here."
he let out a quiet, bitter chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "you always say that."
the stars around you pulsed, and for a moment, the darkness shifted. flashes of something flickered in the voidâvisions of a battle, a figure reaching out, a violent burst of flames. the echoes of distant screams rang in your ears, but they werenât your own.
they were his.
your breath hitched. "phainon⌠what did you do?"
his expression twisted, and for the first time since you awoke, you saw itâfear. not of you, but of your reaction. of your realization.
"i tried," he whispered, his voice barely holding together. "again and again, i tried. but no matter what i did, no matter how strong i becameâ" he clenched his jaw, his fingers trembling as they curled into fists. "you still died."
his words settled deep in your chest, a weight heavier than the abyss itself.
"but this timeâŚ" he exhaled sharply, looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him from completely unraveling. "this time, i brought you here first. before fate could take you away again."
your stomach dropped. "phainon, youâ"
"i wonât lose you," he interrupted, shaking his head. "not again. not ever."
the void around you seemed to pulse in response to his words, the stars flickering like they, too, were holding their breath.
and in that moment, you understood.
this wasnât just a place between time.
this was where phainon had kept every version of you that had ever been lost.
anaxa
irritating. everything about this was extremely irritating.
for that woman to send okhema's soldiers to take you away took a lot of nerve.
anaxa sat in his quarters, fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair, the rhythmic tapping the only sound in the otherwise silent room. his jaw tightened as he recalled the way they had come for youâswift, efficient, as if they had every right to tear you away from him.
as if he would just sit back and allow it.
he let out a slow breath, willing himself to think. acting recklessly would get him nowhere, but the longer he sat here, the worse the irritation festered.
his patience had already worn thin.
he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as he pushed away from it. his coat billowed behind him as he strode toward the door, purpose in every step.
if aglaea thought she could take you from him without consequence, she was about to be sorely mistaken.
the halls of his residence were empty, the air thick with the quiet tension of something about to break. anaxa had no need for guards; no one would dare to step in his way. yet tonight, the silence felt suffocating. suffocating because you werenât here.
his fingers twitched at his sides. this wasnât just irritation anymore. this was anger, slow-burning but ready to consume.
he knew where they had taken you.
it wouldnât be difficult to reach youânot for him. the real question was how much destruction he was willing to cause in the process.
he sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting it drop. what an annoyance. what a hassle.
but it didnât matter.
they had taken you from him.
he would take you back.
anaxa didn't care if they needed you at okhema, you were his personal assistant. whatever they needed could have been asked through him
(he ignores them, hence why aglaea sought after you).
by the time he stepped into okhema, the air was thick with the scent of the cityâmetal, incense, and something faintly electric crackling beneath the surface. okhemaâs soldiers werenât subtle; they never were. it wasnât difficult to track their route, and anaxa wasted no time cutting through the winding paths that led to the hero's bath outer quarters.
then he saw them.
a squad of soldiers, stationed outside a secured chamber, their stance rigid, their hands hovering over their weapons. they were expecting trouble.
good.
anaxa didnât slow his stride.
"halt," one of them commanded, stepping forward with a hand raised. "by order of theâ"
anaxa didnât let him finish.
with a flick of his wrist, anaxa held his gun pointed to the soldier's head, his other hand materializing his orb.
"move," he said flatly.
one of them made the mistake of reaching for a communication device.
annoying.
with a simple flick of his fingers, a sharp wave of energy lashed out, slicing through the device before the soldier could utter a word. their breath hitched as the realization sank in.
they werenât winning this fight.
anaxa stepped closer, his patience nonexistent. "last chance."
the soldiers shared a look before making the smartest decision of their lives. they turned and ran.
cowards.
he continued onward, reaching a secluded room in the bathhouse.
he paused for a moment, his hand on the handle, taking a deep breath. he didnât know what state youâd be in, but that didnât matter now.
what mattered was that you were still here.
the door swung open with a smooth motion.
â[name],â he spoke your name like a command, his voice low but steady, holding an edge of urgency.
you looked up, eyes wide, disoriented. but when your gaze met his, something clicked. the tension that had been suffocating him finally lifted.
he stepped inside without hesitation, his eyes locked onto yours. âweâre leaving. now.â
20 headcanons of brant that i thought of after completing his companion quest a few days ago
warnings: none! pure fluff (unless children count as a warning, idk man)
word count: 630
tagging my moots @ariichive, @sheyfu, (this is not the drabble we discussed but shhh) and @threnodians
authorâs note: i'd love to do this for star rail and other wuwa characters but no idea if itâs a good idea or not haha! anyway, a good chunk of this is my delulu ass talking about brant and children but uhh, you donât have to read those parts lol. on an unrelated note, brant and dr ratio are in my head rent free and itâs becoming unhealthy. send helpâ
probably lacks physical touch/ touch starved. not in a way done by his crew, but like paternal or partner love is probably something he lacks.Â
laughs nervously when being flirted with if someone flirts with him first. most likely flushes bright red and uses his hat to hide his blush.Â
doesnât know how to react if heâs being flirted with- he can do it, but if the roles are reversed, itâs game over for him. roccia probably comforts him.
speaking of blush, he looks super cute with it. makeup applied or if itâs a natural blush, he looks really cute. drunken flush- not so much.Â
heâs careful of who he drinks around. if there are a lot of children or even just roccia present, he doesnât drink- he assumes the role of the responsible adult. but if there are adults around and no children present, he drinks.Â
i canât see him being like, irresponsible with his drinking. if someone tells him to stop, whether itâs a crew member or his significant other, he stops, no questions asked.Â
he likes to take his partner on adventures with him and Rover, and Rover is DEFINITELY a third wheel.Â
he and roccia are very protective over each other, and that carries over with Brantâs significant other too. a trio that protects each other stays together.Â
despite being close with his crew, he checks on the ones that are showing signs of depression/mental issues first before checking on the others- not because he doesnât care, but because he doesnât want their condition getting worse. after he confirms those with more needs are ok, he checks on the rest of the crew. he does this almost every day, and the crew sees how much he cares.
despite his flirty, and some would say arrogant, nature, i can totally see him as being a gentleman towards his significant other. if his lover says to tone down the flirtiness because they canât handle it or whatever the situation may be, he tones it down.
a great listener and gives great advice. kids come up to him often for advice- adults, not so much, but it still happens.Â
the type of guy children walk up to if theyâre lost because he gives off a safe and secure energy- theyâre not scared heâd kidnap or harm them.Â
speaking of kids, he is really good with them. they sometimes come up to him with wooden swords and ask to play with them, and he NEVER tells them no. heâs still a kid at heart.
gives said children advice on how to properly hold their wooden swords and how to adjust their form accordingly. he says it will âhelp save the day faster!â and the kids are ALL OVER THAT. he plays multiple games with them until the crew has to PHYSICALLY pull him away, but he always promises (and keeps said promises) he will come back and play with them more. Â
speaks in a softer tone to children, especially if he notices one that may not like how loud and eccentric he may get from time to time.Â
naturally funny. thatâs it, thatâs the headcanon (his quest made me giggle so much, so thatâs where this came from)Â
mindful of others and his surroundings
makes sure to have his significant other on the inside of him so if anything happens, heâs more likely to get bumped into.Â
does kind acts without realizing they may leave/make a positive impression.Â
can be touchy with people heâs comfortable with but the second they express discomfort, he stops. he doesnât wait for an apology (he doesnât take one), takes no offense to it, and just gives that person a light pat on the head and tells them not to worry about it.Â
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His voice was quiet as night but dark as sin, his grip on your wrist tighter than any chain made by mortal hands. Fingernails dug deep inside the soft flesh but his face remained stoic as ever. The professor's pale face seemed to almost shine underneath the moonlight as his one visible eye leered down at you as if you were no better than a mere cockroach he could just squish with his little finger.
Honestly, he probably could and for the longest time that was your opinion on him.
For ages now, you had thought that Anaxagoras did not fancy you whatsoever. Whenever you would cross paths the man would do nothing other than poignantly glare in your direction, arms crossed on his chest as he would turn his gaze elsewhere whenever you'd make eye contact with him. Trying to reason with him proved to be pointless as the man would only spew absolute venom at you, but he would do it in such an elegant way that you were often left speechless at the sheer refinement of it all, as if he was writing up some twisted poetry for you. Amphoreus was known for its endless sea of romantic songs, secret love affairs and honeyed words but this was different.
This particular rose had thorns. Sharp thorns.
And it had no desire to be plucked whatsoever.
Eventually, you stopped trying. The desire to get to know the scholar had all but diminished, it was instead replaced with an inkling of dread. Simply spotting him in a crowd sent shivers down your spine, especially if he was coming straight towards you. He would always carry himself with such vigor and confidence but that would all melt away into childish pettiness the moment he stood before you and opened his mouth.
It was as if he actively enjoyed making you uncomfortable.
And you had no idea just how true that assessment was.
Enough was enough. Mustering up all of your courage, you decided to confront the seemingly devious man for his heinous actions. You grilled him profusely, practically begging him to just say what it was that he disliked about you. Heck, you had even offered to steer clear from him for good, that if you ever even caught a glimpse of him in a crowd that you would make yourself scarce.
Anaxa was oddly quiet after that proposal. No snarky comment, no nothing. It almost made you miss his old attitude that day.
But now standing before you was a man who was scorned. Even with the mask he tried to wear, you could still make out the ghost of a quiver on his thin lips. He was wracking his brain for an answer, his eyes wild as he suddenly broke into a maddening grin, his other hand now finding a place around your waist to bring you even closer to him. Pressing your hands on his chest proved futile, his grin wider than any beast ought to have.
"Oh how I despise you..." he whispered in the dark night. It was beyond difficult to understand him but you regardless kept your mouth shut.
He never did like to be interrupted...
His hand trailed downwards to your waist as one of his fingers started to trace a soft pattern on your spine, almost as if he was trying to be affectionate with you.
"You are like a knife that keeps stabbing my heart, over and over... You simply never seem to stop, do you?"
He suddenly pressed his forehead against your own, his hair tickling your entire face as Anaxa was now fully taking up every part of your personal space. From the corner of your eye you noticed the gun which was holstered on his waist but he spoke up just as fast.
"Eyes on me, sweetling. You do not have the luxury of running away from this."
It was hard to breathe, hard to think. You wanted to hit him, to shout at him to do literally anything - but it was all so pointless, especially since he had you so close.
"You have become my punishment, my ultimate temptation." purred Anaxa, his grin still just as big if not even bigger now. With wide eyes you gaped at him like a fish out of water but he merely cackled at your bewildered reaction, it clearly being amusing for him. His lips ghosted over your own, as if he was contemplating whether or not he was going to steal a kiss.
"Oh how I despise you with my whole entire being and yet all I can do is beseech you to just humor me. You have committed the crime of making me fall for you and I cannot forgive you for such a transgression."
He was punishing you. Anaxa was not able to comprehend the depth of his feelings so he showed them the only way he knew how. He had a little bit of madness in him and he wished for you to see it, to feel it.
Bear witness to his pain. See just how completely and utterly you had ruined him with nothing else other than committing the crime of existing. You had wormed your way into his heart without ever meaning to and Anaxa was going to make you pay dearly for that crime.
A/N: a few of you asked me how I'm doing since I wrote my last Anaxa post and I just wanted to thank you all for the kindness! But to ease your worries - massive mood swings are just a part of my character and that's just not going to change LMAO. I'm just the kind of person who has extremely good highs and very deep lows. I am easy to sadden but the up side is that I'm just as easy to cheer up!
But yeah - more Anaxa fics! Heck yeah! He's really tricky for me to pin down but this is the best I can do for him, so far anyway. This was written before 3.2 so I wonder how much his character will differ compared to the idea of him that I have in my head. I also simply must give a shout out to the lovely @harmonysanreads because her Anaxa fics really helped me!
TIL LIES DO US PART / Yandere Anaxagoras from âLipstick Markâ collection
Summary: After having discovered your husbandâs revolting secret, you have decided to leave him. However, you didnât realize that during his time with you, he had managed to become obsessed with you, and that he would drag you back to where you belong.Â
contents: gender neutral reader / manipulative and obsessive Anaxa / reader wears lipstick / forced kiss / angst / implied non-con. Word count: 4,4k. reposting this after it got deleted.
Youâve grown to hate your husband. No, you genuinely and wholeheartedly hated him; not as in âugh, heâs so annoyingâ, but as in âheâs the most despicable, cruel and evil man Iâve ever had a chance to marryâ. You were feeling disgusting at the prospect of having been telling him âI love youâ until not so long ago. Such creature shouldnât have earned the title of your spouse, being nothing but a snake thatâs been using you the entire time, and pushing your affections for him to be another tool. If only you possessed more power than him, perhaps you would have killed him, deeming his actions as something above illegal.
Not that Anaxa was ever the most affectionate husband, deciding to show his âcareâ through acts and providing instead; but you still sensed thereâs respect, love and loyalty between you two. You didnât need him to be most loving, you just needed him.
As you packed your things, it was anger blocking your emotions from yet crying about what the dehumanizing truth you have found out. How could he have dared to commit himself to treating you like this, to using you, to lying to you, wasting your time, and leaving you in a state of madness?
Because marrying someone just to see what itâs like being in this relationship makes an unethical research if the subject could have never consented in the first place â of course he had never told you his intensions. You had to find out on your own, by an accident, meaning that you could have stayed living in oblivion if the fate didnât allow you some mercy. An experiment on marriage, marriage hypothesis, you as his spouse in the center to do nothing but fill his curiosity.
The hurt aspect of course existed too, as after being told youâre loved and taken care of your hopes were utterly destroyed and left you with a gap in your heart, blocking you from ever trusting anyone else.
Anaxa didnât love you. Anaxa didnât care about you. Anaxa didnât even want you. He went through all the trouble of marriage just out of scholarâs spirit of inquiry, not lowering himself to human emotion but to an elite genius mind that found research a human relationship. He could have done it any other way, such as find an actual married couple or at least ask for your consent â but you were sure heâd hit you with some excuse about it being an environment bringing results without a need for performance.
All of this was so overwhelming you didnât even want to bother to wait for his return and take out your anger on him, calling it a discussion and exposing him. You realized youâd only waste your breath more than your time was, only for nothing to be resolved and for you to build up even more resentment to slowly ruin you.
The note will do. âI know. Our marriage is over. Do not seek me out.â Perhaps, you even felt cocky by that âI knowâ. You didnât over-explain your feelings, you didnât make it clear at what you mean, but these words should be enough to spiral some panic at the likely context behind them. âLook at me, I outsmarted you!â
You packed only most important items, deciding to retrieve the rest later â you just couldnât stay in this forbidden house anymore, or pack with a knowledge he might return any moment.
What felt like a home to return to everyday, spending hours on talk and debates, while completing domestic chores together and not making them unbearable just because they were done with him, turned into a foreign space where youâd enter to meet the executioner.
âCurse this man,â you scoffed under your breath, and your hands shook from the rage you felt. You didnât want to cry, so far. You wanted to ruin this man, expose him to the public and let everyone know their great professors is a double-faced man, except⌠you assumed many of the scholars wouldnât care, their elite group caring only about themselves and what they could achieve. They werenât even about improving othersâ lives, but the power of glory a scholar was praised for on Amphoreus.
With your suitcase packed, you fantasized of turning around to leave the bedroom, then walking through the familiar hall, a little porch and out through the gardenâs gates.
You still werenât sure where to go. You couldnât just disappear and ruin your current career; but you also couldnât stay close to him. For now, you could only accommodate yourself in some tavernâs room, preferably on the outskirts of the city. Nonetheless, being lost wasnât just about your location. The loss home was emptying your stability.
You didnât expect him to chase you anyway. Since it was all an experiment and he didnât love you, he had no need to go after you if you now knew and could no longer provide objective results. The âonlyâ struggle youâll have is to get through a heartbreak he caused, traumatizing enough to be haunt you for the rest of your life.
It was insane, really, how drastically your life could change upon receiving just one of the news. How someone could hide such an important detail and hide it from you with ease, his act perfected and made to feel you attached, not at all caring about the painful crush onto the ground it would bring. Just how many people were lied to this way everyday?
Even more terrifying how someone can choose to do commit such cruelty, the Nousporist he was meant to improve and not destroy.
Before youâd head out, you sat on the edge of the bed, still not able to comprehend the situation fully. How one can, when suddenly being thrown into the pits of hell with a knowledge so tormenting. Your head ended up between your knees, with your hands pulling on your hair, ready to rip off your scalp from the agony.
Suddenly, you were standing up and reaching an item in the drawer of your nightstand you remember about â a nightstand placed on your side of the bed you eagerly shared and saw as a marriage union itself till yesterday. The item you looked for was nothing else but a lipstick you wore only once and never again, as it was the color you had picked for your wedding. An object worth of worship was now meant only to be destroyed upon your anger.
It was thrown on tiles, before mercilessly crushed by your shoe, its color splashing everywhere like a rotting fruit, and staining the floor â hopefully permanently, in hope of your husband being reminded of his sins everytime he enters the bedroom.
You were gone from the place you once called home few screams later.
â˘
Few weeks have passed and you assumed your theory was proven right â Anaxa really has never cared about you. He used you for the sake of his research, not even in name of science but for his own interest. You knew he couldnât have loved you yet being proven right left you awake at nights. You were a mess after your escape, catching yourself in moments of sudden disbelief, followed by anger and then sorrow you had nowhere to release.
You hoped for a day where the anger shifts into resignation; and resignation into acceptance, but not forgiveness. That peaceful thought was ruined when you received a package at your doorstep.
There was a confusion in you and even more wariness, as you remembered you didnât order anything. You still didnât retrieve your items from Anaxa, unable to face him, but the parcel could not be them if so small. Hearing rumors about a supposed conflict in youe marriage, with people having noticed you werenât seen together for a while was already too much.
Opening the small wooden box, you were met with a heart-stopping sight. The lipstick, very much the same as the one you wore for your wedding, weeks later after youâve destroyed it. Your mind errored and the makeup fell from your hands, unfortunately not shattering it like the first time. The only person that appeared in your mind, that could have send this to you was Anaxa; considering the fact your lipstick tone was created individually for you, not obtainable in some shop. To make it worse, the lipstick didnât look brand new â more like fixed, as the container still had old micro-scratches and your initials engraved on the bottom.
Was he taunting you? Was he trying to hurt you with a reminder of what he has done to you, by reminding you of your fake wedding? Why would he go that far, as if he was secretly a sadist all along? Thatâs not the man you knew, regardless, you didnât know him anymore anyhow.
The lipstick was destroyed, with an urge to quickly forget before youâd lose yourself in your despair too deeply. Thrown into your trashcan so no one can take it and fix it again.
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To your horror, the same lipstick arrived at your house a week later. The dread came from the fact it would imply Anaxa have broken into your new place of living; as if expecting youâd break it and taking it before your trash would be recycled.
There were no signs of breaking in, not calming but adding to the creepy atmosphere of the situation. What if heâs been watching you for weeks, while you lived with no concerns to worry about of your safety?
Everything compelled you to send him the lipstick back to his home, demanding the answer and telling him to stop messing up with you. There was only little you could take before he had you at his feet like he wanted.
âWhat in the world are you trying to achieve, Anaxa? You have ruined years of my life already, playing an act of a husband while never meaning anything. What is the lipstick supposed to do, as if you arenât done with abusing me?
Give yourself a permanent break of sending me those lipsticks. At this point of the Groveâs comedy, I will not hesitate to come and seek you out so I can shove that lipstick down your throat and see you suffocate with it down your trachea!
Your acts are so violent, youâre nothing but a shameless beast.â
The response youâve received a day later was challenging, not even acknowledging your words and treating you like a desperate who flows out their emotions as if theyâre overdramatic: âDo it.â
And youâd do it.
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Just how much youâd be punished for killing a Chrysos Heir and a renowned scholar? Not that youâd be able to murder him, well aware of his strength being dominant to yours, which didnât mean you couldnât find comfort in this fantasy.
You were still ready to cause some harm, at least mental.
With a huge breath in, you knocked on his door, no longer yours too, with a force of multiple Titans. You were about to punch the door one more time, when the door finally opened, and your body suddenly started to drown in a cold dread. Youâve been so ready to put this man in his place, unleash the repentance he had to suffer; but seeing him in person, an object of your misery, made you a coward.
To your surprise, Anaxa didn't seem to hold any cruel or mocking expression you've expected to see after the separation, something a natural assumption after the tricks heâs played. If anything, he was smiling gently. âAh, there you are. I'm glad you did visit me in the end. Come, come inside.â He then stepped aside to let you enter, which you didn't act on immediately.
Something was wrong, awfully wrong. He was acting as if he was happy to see you, as if you're some guest he has invited over for a tea, and you wondered if it's another game of his.
You didn't greet him back and on your unstable legs, you entered 'his' house.
"We have a lot to talk about, dear, don't we?" he mused as he walked through the corridor to the lounging room, expecting you to follow him behind.
You scoffed, your face shifting to express your anger, âThat's a colossal understatement, Anaxa.â
You saw his hand twitch at the usage of his shortened name, fueling you with small rush of power over him, so satisfying to your need for revenge.
âPlease, do not call me that, my dear,â he sighed, way too calm to your liking â you expected a stronger annoyance. After the suffering he's put you through, it was only right for him to be tormented too.
Soon, he seated himself on one of the rattan armchairs, and tilted his head when noticing you were still standing and not sitting across him. âWhat is it? Are you going to act like I'm a stranger?"â
âYou shouldn't have the audacity to be judging my action. I'm here to say only one thingâstop harassing me. I don't want my eyes to see that lipstick ever again. I meant it when I said our marriage was over. It's just a matter of getting a divorce.â
Anaxa frowned, showing some displeasure at your words. âExcept, you ignorant student, I wasn't harassing you. You mistake my actions and see them on the shallow level. The deliveries was only returning our memento to a person who should remember its significance.â
You looked at him in disbelief, unable to take in the fact he still played a loving husband role. âStop playing with me, Anaxa!â you were shouting at this point. âYou know what you did, you surely know about the abuse it was, and so this lipstick is nothing but some twisted game to further experiment on me!â
His face expression didn't change, but his hand tightened into a fist, as if bothered by what you had left behind when leaving this house. âAh, your note. I'm sorry you must have found out some... unsavory information about me, but you're also lacking a certain context.â
Next thing you knew, you were charging at him, ready to slap him â because there's no way that any context would have justiified his actions, or at least make you feel better. But a man used to fighting, he swiftly maneveured you to be pinned under him before your hand would cut his cheek, and you found yourself to be the one sitting on the chair.
Your eyes were bulging out, you quickly frightened by the trap he put you in. His face was way too close to yours, and his hands rested on the armchair's armrests, his body triumphing over yours. Then, a fight urge kicked in, and you were trying to shove him away with your legs... all for nothing. Anaxa was like a boulder too heavy to move.
âI'm not letting you go until you listen to me first.â The words didn't reach your mind yet, with you still too emotional to be able to rest. But Anaxa let you tire yourself down â if anything, pushing you to release your anger on him would help you. He let you pull on his hair, he let you beat at his chest, and he let you kick his stomach; frustratingly with no reaction.
Once you had it out of your system, he finally spoke, âI will ask you a question firstâhow did you find out our marriage was a fraud... at least initially?â
'Initially', he said? His words confused you, yet you delievered the answer, âYou sleep talked.â
Youâd have laughed at his dumbfounded expression if it wasnât for your anger. âWhat? How would that reveal my intensions? Even if I was to talk to my sleep, Iâm sure it wouldnât mention enough details.â
âYou mentioned one thing that led to the branches of conclusions.â
âAnd what is that?â
âYouâve mentioned the phrase âmarriage hypothesisâ. I wasnât sure why youâd think of that and assumed it to be a random dream, but then a few days later, Iâve found your research during a browsing in the local magazine for educated readers like youâsigned anonymously, but the phrase was just the same. Then I had a feeling I should compare it to your works⌠and while you changed your style of writing, I noticed the person who was the subject was awfully behaving like me.â
As you revealed your deduction, Anaxa was suddenly smiling wide. âWell, arenât you a smart thing? Iâm so proud of you, dear. Iâve always known you have it in you!â he laughed in excitement, and you looked at him in repulsion.
âWhy on Amphoreus are you happy about this?â You thought what a bastard he was, making the situation into something positive, changing the subject entirely.
âOh, donât be so tense. The reasoning is simple and yet understandableâI have always enjoyed your mind. You have a tendency to overthink everything, but in the end, it ends up with you being observant and coming to conclusions others wouldnât reach without being told to start observing the connection. Your theories, and opinions, they were always so refreshing to me⌠you might be too sensitive sometimes, but you also can read between the lines and not be naive. Some would call you skeptical or overly pessimistic, yet, I like your rationality,â he blabbered and it moved your heart, to the logicâs displeasure. Despite the degrading event he put you through, your body and mind still carried reminiscences of what you once had, hence you felt something at the praise. Perhaps he didnât hate you entirely, acknowledging something good about you⌠Still, you hated him.
You leaned back in chair, the discomfort at him holding you here against your will still not disappearing but amplified more when dragged on, and you shook your head. âThatâs not relevant at the moment! You broke into my house, you kept sending me this lipstick fixed over and over, and you didnât leave me alone when I told you to!â you protested.
His smile died and he turned his visage into serious, if not scarily stern. âIâll be frank with you, dear. You are correct about me having entered a marriage with you to use you as a specimen for my experiment. However, it doesnât mean Iâve always seen our marriage as something meaningless.â
âYouâre not leaving or getting a divorce,â he added, not leaving any doubts about the honesty of his intensions.
This time, you tried to punch him, but he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. âDo you see how fast my heart runs? Isnât this enough evidence for you, that you have an effect on me? I found it to be quite⌠dreadful, sometimes, yet I think I donât mind the feeling that much.â
You tried to move it away, interpreting his heart rate differently. âItâs an excitement by the stress youâve put me through. You canât do all of this and then act as if itâs me whoâs the problem here, walking away with no reason!â you said pitifully, an anxiety and overstimulation from not being heard all over your face.
âNonsense,â he debunked everything you said with coldness. âI can tell apart the way heart goes depending on someoneâs mood. It also doesnât matter if I didnât feel nothing for you in the begging, if you still were taken care of. You were more spoiled than a person should be. And seeing you reveal yourself to me, youâve given me enough material to turn this marriage into a real union between two lovers.â
âYou belong by my side, and nowhere else.â
You couldnât believe your ears. Anaxa seriously acted as if material things would have been a replacement for the emotional damage and lies heâs committed, then hit you with the possessive energy. Being provided for wasnât worth it when he has broken your heart. You could have lived on your own, and while it wouldnât give you any bigger status or comfort, itâd hurt much less than this.
âI didnât want money. I wanted you, Anaxagoras,â your voice finally cracked and you were sobbing like a baby.
Something cracked on his face too, being taken aback at your words, and you twisted a knife in his chest with the confession. While he still saw things more pragmatically, hearing about the extent of your adoration for him he put in you fed his obsession, albeit soothed his longing for you; and seeing you cry shook him.
âAs I said, it doesnât matter,â he repeated, but his voice accepted more softness to be expressed. âSince I started to see you as more, we can continue our marriage on these terms. I have no need to let you go, not when you stimulate my mind and make me feel alive each day, pondering about how Iâve found someone so marvelous.â His hand landed on your face, and his thumb not wiped but spread your tears under your eyes. He found himself entranced with the fact you spilled them for him, a sign of your heartâs devotion.
Yet, his words only shook you. The way he pronounced sounded more twisted than affectionate, with a man who was seeing you more as a test subject and not a spouse. âYouâre lying,â you chocked out through hiccups. âYou didnât reach me after Iâve left. You ignored me for weeks.â
âThat I did,â he said with a sigh. You trashed when he was lifting you up and placing you on his lap, the chair taken by him again. He kept you too tight to his chest to free yourself or distance yourself from the man that was scaring you. âBut it wasnât me being neglectful. My idea was to let you release your anger and resentment, so we can have this talk in less emotional way that would cause you to have irrational outbursts. Albeit⌠you still ended up rather emotional. Yet that is to be expected. Perhaps Iâve been focusing more on logic than the psychological aspect of going through such situation, considering my initial plan was research and not amorous affairs,â he spoke as he stroked your back, and the physical soothing didnât match his methodical words. You didnât feel like a person being scrutinized.
âYou hurt me,â you accused. âI can tell you feel hurt.â The response drove you mad â it wasnât âyes, I didâ, but âyes, you appear that wayâ â not admitting his faults.
You gave up at this point, and when you stopped crying, it wasnât because he consoled you. You only were left feeling wiped out, staring blankly ahead.
âThere you are,â he muttered and pressed the kiss on top of your head, something your body still remembered. There was a part of you that wanted to forgive him, desperate for those warm gestures you were deprived of; if it wasnât for the fact this âoverthinkingâ aspect heâs mentioned was holding your back.
âNot that youâve calmed downâŚâ he announced a new intension, and reached for his pocket. You tensed up when seeing what he took from the space of his pants â that unfortunate lipstick. â⌠let me do something, darling.â
âW-what? Do what?â
âI think itâs time to renew our vows. I donât want you to hold any doubts, and Iâm afraid that break certainly put some differences and distance between usâŚâ Your body trembled as he applied the color onto your lips for you, all careful to create perfect outlines. The product was a symbol of your marriage if you once worn it during ceremony, and once again, you were leashed to him â this time when you didnât want it.
âStop this ludicrous act, I donât want you anymoreâŚâ you cried out.
âThen why are your pupils like this?â he teased with a knowing voice. Your stomach dropped, and you felt most vulnerable, your mind trying to deny the accusation. Were you really looking at him as if still in love?
âA⌠a heart wants what it wants. My mind still comes first,â you barked back, no bite at all when you were defeated by the renowned philosopher.
âI think Iâm fine with someoneâs heart deciding for once. Youâve made me realize that not everything can be worked with logic, my dearâŚâ he whispered.
Next thing you knew, Anaxa was gripping your chin and forcing his lips on yours. The kiss was practiced and lovely, and familiar pressure shoved some butterflies into your stomach, until the mind was screaming to think and not feel. Your hands pushed at his chest but he only pressed his face harder to yours, tilting your head to be caged against the back of the chair and him as the result.
Anaxa didnât mind your unwillingness. He didnât even considered it to be unwillingness â just a hesitation he could push into a right direction, thatâs meant to adjust you to the right sense of loving and wanting him, like a clock which hoursâ you can set.
Withdrawing, he made you a promise with an adoring smile, âI, Anaxagoras, take you as my spouse, and promise to carry my duty until my breath cannot be taken anymore.â He didnât expect you to return the vows today, but it was just the matter of time. Him cursing himself to use his full name was supposed to let you know heâs devoted, the same way he suspected you were.
âYouâre⌠manipulating me again, just so you can restart your researchâŚâ you protested once more this day, but the twist of situation put you in delirious state where you couldnât decide which is true and which is a blasphemy.
He chuckled, as if you were being a bit silly and assuming the worst â the overthinker heâs painted you to be.
âI do love you, if thatâs what you still doubt, and Iâll let the time and my actions do the work to imprint that in your heart; not even head. Now, let's go to sleep. Iâm sure the familiarity of our bed should land you a rest easily.â
When he held you in his arms squeezing out your soul that night, the curtainsâ moonlight revealing you his hungry gaze, you realized you were no longer allowed to think for yourself.