Hello and welcome, Millie!! I hope you will have fun writing here~ im excited to read your content🙏
I have a small request, may I ask for a disabled!reader x Anaxagoras? (The reader uses a cane to walk around), they often have to take breaks as they get tired pretty quickly but has this stubborn side of theirs not wanting to stop. I mean this more on fluff side! Just Anaxa dealing with their stubborn partner lol. Anyway, thank you in advance!
I already am with lovely asks like this! Thank you so much for being my very first request~! I thought this was such a cute idea, and one of the main reasons I decided to start this blog! I'm busy for the next few days, so it's not as long as I'd like, and I'm still working on my dialogue skills, so I hope this resonates!
Synopsis: Anaxa navigates a stubborn partner who refuses rest during a walk through Okhema. pairing and characters: disabled!reader x Anaxa tag/tw: fluff, established relationship, stubborn!reader, disabled!reader word count: 470~
Alongside You
The air was still warm from the afternoon sun; the scent of red soil and mist carried in the wind. The city of Okhema was winding down, merchants packing up as crowds drifted toward the baths. You matched your lover’s pace, cane tapping rhythmically against the smooth stone path. The trek to the Dromas’ workshop was longer than you remembered, but worth every step to see the look on Anaxa’s face as he “studied” his favourite beast.
He had long since memorized your walking pattern; observational research, as he’d once called it. To your right, Anaxa was slowly outpacing you. A sharp twinge stuttered your walk, pulling a wince across your face. Unfortunately, your partner’s attention to detail was sharper than you wished.
“You’re impossibly stubborn,” he murmured, reaching out just briefly to steady you as the path sloped downward.
“And yet you still walk with me.” Your eyes crinkled in teasing delight.
“Someone has to make sure you don’t fall. It would be… inefficient.”
But his hand lingered a fraction too long for efficiency, not withdrawing until your pace steadied again.
“Inefficient for me, or for you, Mr. Dromas extraordinaire?” A giggle escaped, light and lilting, defusing the warmth that threatened to rise.
“You’re walking slower,” he noted, tone perfectly neutral, ignoring your attempt at diverting attention.
“I’m matching your pace,” you replied whilst also matching his tone.
“I see.”
You smirked. “Do you?”
A pause. Then, the faintest twitch of his mouth before a quiet exhale. “Touché…”
He shook his head, stepping to your left side without comment. His shoulder brushed yours, the movement instinctive, practiced.
“Better?” he asked.
You hummed, leaning into the rhythm of his stride as he subtly adjusted his own. The Dromas’ workshop drew closer, and though every step sent another ache through your body, you were determined to keep pace. For his sake, not yours.
Distracted by such thoughts, you realized too late that Anaxa had steered you toward a vacant bench. With a glance that left no room for protest, he guided you to sit, deftly plucking the cane from your hand before you could object.
“Tsk, professor… Resorting to theft to get your way.” Your tone was light, though each word carried the faint edge of breathlessness.
“The Dromases aren’t going anywhere, dear. Sit.”
Dear. A rare word from him. One that hung in the cooling air, gentle and deliberate.
You relaxed, watching as he traced a finger idly along your cane’s carved handle, as though examining the balance of it – the weight that carried you. When he finally set it aside, his touch lingered on the bench between you, a faint tap against the wood.
And as the Curtain-Fall hour approached, you couldn’t help but come to a serene realisation; you were grateful that the cold, clinical Professor Anaxagoras was yours to walk beside.
