#khaos

Being friends with one of the Aedes Brothers means receiving two bonuses.

➵ Notes; modern au, OOC (?), siblings au!

➵ 2.5k words.

➵ Warnings; talks about moving away, mention of anxiety.

To begin this tale, let’s recall your background—

You were a child, just about to reach early adolescence, when your family moved into an apartment building. It’s located near your dad’s office building, so your family doesn't have to worry about transportation fees anymore. Although the problem lies with your inability to cope with anxiety. Back then; the sight of boxes, your bedroom being stripped of furniture, giant trucks parked at the front of your old home, had left you with a whirlwind inside your chest.

In an attempt to self-soothe, you’d follow your parents around as they talk with the moving company. You barely understood what they’re saying, which pushed you to constantly ask questions despite them assuring you to go play while they handle business.

Admittedly, you were bumped by the whole thing. Throughout the whole process, you’re either stuck in the car with your plush toys and books or walking around your eerily empty home.

And your first reaction to the apartment was… not great. Your parents tried their best to cheer you up, taking you around the building to visit the indoor play area and the connected mall below. If you could go back in time, you’d really like to give a good scolding to your child-self. 

Growing up, you’d realize that jobs are harder to both maintain and find. For your sake, your dad was willing to move you all to another city just so he’d still be able to work and provide more efficiently. While your mom may not be a working woman, she certainly contributes significantly too. If it weren’t for her, you’d never find your passion in photography. Before marrying your dad, your mom used to be a freelance photographer and now she hands that crown over to you.

Both of your parents did their best in raising you. They’re not perfect, far from it. But you never doubted the love they hold for you. 

Now that we know your background, let’s recall your first meeting with the Aedes Brothers—

Loser!Khaos x Fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when the really cute really tall really hot but kinda rude and standoffish boy from the back of the class gets humiliated by his teacher in front of everyone for his OC? Write a really smutty fanfic about him! Help and comfort him of course!!

Warnings: Khaos is the insert name for Flame Reaver (didn’t wanna use Khaslana), Flame Reaver is instead the name of Khaos’ OC, Khaos gets bullied (somehow), violence, blood, shitty teacher, cursing, set in college AU, MDNI!!

The sun gleamed brightly through the slightly dusty windows of your classroom. Your chin rested in your hand as you idly stared out into the summer green fields beyond the classroom. A couple students walked along the footpath of the campus gates either in pairs or alone, some rode their bikes, others made their ways to their car, and few simply sat on benches that faced the sunlight, absorbing the warmth of the setting summer’s sun

..Could this damn lesson go any slower?? Be any more arduous??? It’s one thing to be stuck in school whilst everyone else gets to leave early, but it’s a whole other thing when it’s at the end of the day! Especially on a Friday! Totally unfair!! You couldn’t wait to just get home and do whatever. And it didn’t help how the classroom was so small and warm, you’re pretty sure sleep’s arms had you in their intoxicating embrace the moment you gazed out that window.

“Ahh, let’s see…”

Shit shit shit!! The teacher is fucking cold calling at a time like this?? You haven’t been paying any attention for the last god-knows-how-many minutes!

Your blood ran cold as you inadvertently slid down your chair slowly, not wanting to be seen by your teacher, keeping your eyes firmly on your book, which was emptier than your stomach since you skipped lunch due to being #broke. Quick, let’s just..

You flipped a page back quietly to a previous lesson’s, which was thankfully, full of notes this time. Huh. This teacher’s taking a while to pick on someo—

“Khaos. Can you answer page 69’s question?”

Phew. He didn’t pick you, thank fuck. Praying to HooH turned out to be a success.

“Khaos? I’m waiting.”

By now, you and the rest of the class had turned their heads to try and catch a glimpse of the boy in the back, who had his left arm, bandaged, on the table in front of him. His notebook seemed to be open, but he simply stared down at it with a blank, almost exasperated expression.

“I don’t.. know.”

“We just went over this topic, Khaos.”

A few people started snickering to themselves as the spotlight was now on Khaos, whose jaw had now tightened slightly as all the pressure was put on him. The teacher was now looming over his desk, arms folded over his chest as he stared down at him. From your angle, you couldn’t exactly see his facial expression, but he didn’t seem all too happy with Khaos’ delaying response.

“What have you even been doing this past hour? It looks to be.. doodling in your workbook?”

Khaos’ dim eye finally widened slightly as the teacher reached out for his book. But his hands were too slow, and the teacher had already grabbed a hold of it, analysing it up close to his face, before turning around with a huff to face the rest of the class.

“This right here is why the class average has been plummeting these last few weeks. Engaging in meaningless activities rather than paying attention? To draw nonsense? What a joke.”

His bony, wrinkled finger poked at what looked to be a self portrait of Khaos. Except, his usual, somehow-oversized black hoodie was replaced with something akin to a large cloak instead. The ends were jagged, as if burnt to the seams, and this version of him wore giant claw-like gauntlets on his hands. There seemed to be a hole in the middle of his chest with branches extending outwards.

But what stuck out to you the most were two things. Firstly, the two weapons “he” was holding in his gauntlet hands; one appeared to be a massive greatsword with sun and moon imagery combined, dark in colour, whilst the other was a much smaller, lighter, crescent moon-shaped sword. Second, was the mask. It had a similar claw-like structure to his drawn on gauntlets, yet it looked like something was being sucked inwards, perhaps towards the cavity towards his chest.

..

Unfortunately, no one else in the room found it quite as interesting as you. Soon enough, the class had erupted from small giggles, to an epiphany of cackles and cruel laughter from all corners of the room. Everywhere you looked, one person was either laughing along or shooting borderline disgusted looks towards Khaos, except you.

And he noticed.

Soon enough, the teacher turned back to face Khaos, putting his notebook back down on his desk, leaning in close to his face.

“Do you have anything to say, Mr Khaos?”

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Silence. Khaos was now staring at him dead in the eyes without a word, whilst the teacher simply looked down with a facial expression that clearly served to piss Khaos off even more.

“A shame. I would’ve thought somebody as imposing as you would’ve—“

*CRACK!*

Khaos’ large, bandaged fist connected with the teacher’s nose with a mean right hand, the sound of what seemed to be at least a few bones cracking echoing across the room. The teacher stumbled back, blood splattering across the table and floor as his hand came to delicately touch the tip of his nose.

Then..

“WHAT THE FUCK??”

“Oh shit—”

“HE JUST FUCKED PUNCHED HIM WHAT”

“GET A TEACHER!!”

“MY FUCKING PHONE DIED NO”

The laughter from before was now replaced with screams of horror and shock as people either scrambled to help the teacher, who was now curled up on the floor, or to run out the class to get another teacher (or go home).

Khaos was still sat firm at his desk, but his book had been closed and set aside as he watched everyone crowd around him and the teacher.

You couldn’t see him anymore with everyone covering him up for you. So, getting up, you discreetly made your way to the other end of the classroom, behind Khaos, in a corner where you could properly see him from behind. He seemed overwhelmed with all the people around him.

Luckily for him, the teacher was helped up and out of the class by the surrounding students, but a few didn’t leave before muttering cruel insults directed at Khaos under their breaths just loud enough for him to hear.

..And then there were two.

Now that everybody had disappeared, you slowly made your way towards Khaos, footsteps silent to not alert him.

“..H-hey, Khaos? You good?” Damn it, your voice was too hoarse and quiet for him to hear, curse you shitty vocal cords.

“..Khaos? Are y—“

“I’m fine. Stop asking the same question.”

Alright. Fine. Okay. That kinda hurt. You’re really not good at this comforting stuff. Or maybe he just doesn’t wanna be comforted, which is totally fine! You’ll just grab your bookbag and scurry out before any other students or teachers come back for questionin—

“Your character looks cool.”

Oh no. That slipped out too fast. You probably sounded so performative and fake. You were now a few steps ahead of his desk when you had said it, and you could feel his empty eye drilling holes in your back.

With a quick prayer to god and a mental note of your will, you inched yourself back around to face Khaos once more. Who was now looking up at you with eyes that could probably kill. Was there anyone missing from your will?

“His name is Flame Reaver.”

His tone was lower now, softer, and his voice was laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it seemed to be impatience with how annoyed he looked. You swallowed but nodded slowly, then hurriedly, as if in thought.

“..Nice name. Um. I’m [Name] by the way, in case you weren’t already aware.”

“You don’t think I already know that? You’ve been in my class for over a year now.” He responded harshly, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you with one narrowed eye.

It was always a mystery why he kept the other eye covered with a white eyepatch, and it didn’t help how that misty ivory hair of his fell oh so conveniently over it. But you still couldn’t help but notice the deep scar of what looked to be a burn mark drag down across the left side of his face.

Feeling an embarrassed heat flush your cheeks, you awkwardly spun around and walked back to your own desk at the front of your class, packing your things up without a word. Why was he so rude just now? Sure, he was just humiliated in front of the class by a knobbly knee’ed, hag teacher who stunk of fermented grapes, and will probably face some form of punishment when everyone gets back for assaulting said disgusting teacher. But you were just trying to make him feel better.. Comforting people is not your specialty. At least not on a lazy Friday’s evening.

Handling your bookbag and beginning to leave through the exit, you peered over your shoulder to try and catch one last look at Khaos, not wanting to make direct eye contact with him. Much to your good luck, he saw you eye to eye and waved lazily at you with that same, bloodied hand of his that was covered in those bandages he always wore.

And, if you weren’t staring at him from an awkward angle, you were sure he had some sort of a grin on his face with the quiet snort he let out as he did so.

Quickly, you shook your hand back in something that probably did not look like a wave at all and walked right on out, keeping your head down and grip firm on your bag’s straps.

You had been in his class for a while, but he was always so quiet and distance from everyone else that nobody really noticed him.. He never acted out in turn like he had done today, he was always the first to leave, but he wasn’t exactly hard to miss with how tall he was.

He creeped most people out, including you, and his stunt today definitely did not help fixing that problem. But he seems.. nice in a way? He has an artistic, creative side obviously. But he’s still so jarring it’s hard to get through to him.

Whatever, you just wanted to go home. These feelings and weird signal are making your empty stomach churn and your head hurt. You had made your way out the school’s front entrance now, moving past a few cyclists and benches through to the footpath, when you felt someone watching you.

Turning your head around as you walked, your eyes fell on your classroom’s side window first, the same one you were looking out of from before.

..Khaos was staring down at you from above, hands in his pockets and his head seemingly tilted slightly to the side. His expression was obviously unreadable due to the long distance, but he was watching you. That was, until his own head turned back over his shoulder, and the image of other students and teachers came into view through the window.

Hesitantly, you faced back towards the footpath and kept walking. This was all too much. Just get home and order some takeout at this point. The smell of cooking is enough to make you pass out with how much your heart was beating, through your damn ass.

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His eye never left you.

Part two—>

The Evermore Grimoire: Greek Mythology

Khaos (Χαεος meaning "Gap" or "Chasm") was the first of the primeval gods to emerge at the creation of the universe in Greek Mythology. Personified as a female, she was the primal feature of the universe, a shadowy realm of mass and energy (mostly negative and dark) within the world that would stem forth in later genealogies. In the beginning, Khaos was all that there was, the dark majesty and mystery of creation incarnate. It was from her that the first three primordial gods sprang forth: Gaia (goddess of earth), Tartarus (the Underworld) and Eros (god of love), the fairest among the deathless gods. Gaia would go on to become the mother of everything beautiful within the world; Khaos however would not be as fortunate. Out of herself, she would give birth to two more children: Erebus (god of darkness) and Nyx (goddess of the night). Their sexual union produced the luminous offspring, Aether (god of the divine air) and Hemera (goddess of the day). However it would her daughter Nyx that would bring fear to the almighty god, Zeus (king of the gods).