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Anaxa x Cosmic Being! Reader

When Anaxa confronts a giant divine being, he’s eager to prove that you can be explained through simple sciences. Who knew he’d get so close to you that proving would be the last thing on his mind

The continuation of this cosmic being idea came from @theleftovere !

Warnings: None

Anaxagoras never believed in the divine.

Miracles could be explained through coincidences. Magic can be explained through science. All that is thought to be beyond human comprehension is just science that hasn’t been discovered.

And yet, he could not explain the phenomenon before his eyes. Er— eye, I should say

You see, he traveled with the astral express on the occasion, sometimes with the Herta Space Station too, sometimes on his own, all for the purpose of discovering new alchemical equations. Such as this moment, as he took a private ship across the cosmos, writing down the different properties of the stars, balancing said equations, and looking for any unseen variables in his work.

But then he came across this planet that could be considered a paradise, for both the ecosystem and the people inhabiting it. It was close to the digital code of Aedes Elysiae, just made in physical form, of course. The issue at hand? A gigantic woman curled around the sphere, one hand on the South Pole of the planet and the other on the North Pole.

But anything can be explained through science. There was some unseen scientific evidence that this could be possible. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t find it now, just the fact that it was able to be explained.

Anaxa’s ship soared close to the cradled planet, starting to enter its orbit when your eye opened.

He stared right back at you, running a tongue over his teeth as your hand reached out, palming his ship like it was nothing more than a toy and bringing him safely into the atmosphere. He held to his seat, waiting until his ship stopped moving before quickly running outside to see you.

Now you on the other hand? Well, it wasn’t that you weren’t curious about the strange ship hosting this strange man, but you had other things to worry about.

You made sure his ship was safe on the ground, close enough to find a nearby village if he wished, and reached over to the nearby river. The village had been scared for the drought coming and they gave their blessings for you to help, and who are you to deny them?

You cupped your hand, bringing the water over to the large hole the people had dug. The ones gathered around cheered, thanking you, patting your fingers before letting you go.

You were going to go back and rest over your world when a man’s voice came from the large cliffside. “You! Behemoth!”

Behemoth? That’s new.

You turned your large, star filled gaze down towards the man, confusion twisting your expression. He seemed very angry for reasons unknown to you, his expression irritated, a vein popping in his forehead.

“I demand an audience with you!”

Oh, he was one of those.

You puffed a cloud into his face, which made him sputter and stumble on his feet. The sight amused you endlessly, such a small man demanding for you for…

Hm, actually, what was the reason? You didn’t know at all, but he was funny. You watched as he got back onto his feet, pointing a finger at you, “I don’t appreciate your disrespect.”

Oh, what do those small humans do? Ah, yes. You stuck your tongue out at him.

He was appalled. How dare you, a being he needed to speak with, stick your tongue out at him like a child? How dare!

Well, perhaps he needed to calm himself and speak rationally. He’s been around Madam Herta and Veritas Ratio far too much, their attitudes were rubbing all over him that he wanted to take a shower for days on end. And he’s been skipping out on much needed rest anyway.

Anaxa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. “I apologize for my behavior,” he told you, “Please, I would like to speak to you. I am but a humble traveler who wishes to find meaning in this vast universe, you seem to be one who can answer my questions.”

Thank goodness he apologized for his actions, you were not about to entertain him if he was like some of those pompous humans from the cities. The ones that believed themselves to be the center of the universe and mock you just because they think themselves as the most intelligent beings.

You lowered your giant head down to the cliffside, your eyes roaming over his form. His green hair, his one eye, the star-shaped hole in his chest, his slender waist, his clothing similar to a scientist.

“You are…” he breathed, taking you in— or at least as much as you covered his vision, “quite the ethereal being.” Anaxa raised his hand, a breath escaping him as you gently pushed your nose onto it.

“Ah, where are my manners?” His hand traced down the slope, “My name is Anaxagoras.”

You mouthed his name, blinking slowly at the way your lips moved over each syllable. He raised a brow at the small puff of air from you, “I assume you cannot speak?”

You nodded, your finger reaching up to stroke his head. You don’t know why you already took such a liking to him, but you definitely wanted to see him around more often.

Anaxa let you pet his head, taking note of every interaction with you to eventually write it down in his notebook. “You’ll see me around often, so prepare yourself for the upcoming days.”

And prepared yourself you did. Anaxa kept true to his words, constantly appearing back at that same cliffside to talk to you. To which you entertained him, nodding yes or shaking your head in no to answer his questions— which had to be limited because of said limited communication.

Sometimes you’d write in the grass next to him with your fingernail, spelling out the words of the language on this planet as best as you could. It was messy at best yet legible enough for him to write down.

Sometimes you’d carry him in your giant hand when night fell onto the planet, giving him a close up of the stars without taking him out of the atmosphere. The awe in his eye was enough to make you want to see more from this alchemist.

And you also learned new words from him too! Your favorite has to be ethereal, especially from the way he calls it to get your attention. It was much better than Behemoth, which you also learned was kind of an insult, but it’s okay. You decided not to crush him just because he apologized to you.

“See here?” Anaxa pointed to the equation he wrote in the dirt with a stick, crossing out a number and adding it to the other side, “You bring this one over— while subtracting of course— to balance out the equation.”

You tilted your giant head, your eyes narrowing as he could see the gears turning in your head. You licked your lips and grabbed a tree trunk that had recently fallen, writing next to his body and making a new equation.

He watched as you slowly began to work it out, letting you get far enough before your brows furrowed. He chuckled, standing up and pointing to the numbers with his foot, “Here and here, you subtracted when it was already a negative number. You need to add it to the other side. And over here…” he hummed to himself, pushing his ponytail over his shoulder and telling you, “I believe it would be easier to take the derivative.”

You wrote in the dirt once more.

“Yes— just don’t forget to subtract the exponent by one.”

You made your corrections, tilting your head before nodding in satisfaction and adding it back into the original equation.

“And now?” The alchemist prompted, nodding in approval when you brought the constant to the other side and made the whole equation equal to zero. “Yes, that’s exactly how you do it.”

You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his body in a form of gratitude. He simply huffed, patting it in return, “You would’ve been able to solve it without my help anyway. It’s impressive you managed to learn this quickly, most students of mine would take the entire semester.”

You sent the trunk back down near an animal’s growing dam, breaking it up enough for the small thing to use its pieces. It squeaked, running around in circles and eagerly adding each piece of wood until the dam was finished.

“If you’ll excuse me, the village has asked me to teach their philosophy courses.” He told you, gathering his notebooks, writing supplies, and papers to put in his bag, “Tomorrow?”

Right. Anaxa certainly made a home for himself on the planet you were protecting, spending more time here than you would ever think. Well, you couldn’t exactly trust your sense of time, it’s screwed up from protecting your world and sleeping on the occasion.

You huffed ed a cloud. He raised a brow at your lack of satisfaction, “What? Don’t puff at me, I’m simply doing my job.”

You huffed again, a pout twisting your expression.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Your frown deepened.

“I cannot make exceptions for you, my divine.”

In response— and pettiness— you shrunk your large self down into a reasonable human size, floating in front of him in robes forged from stardust.

Anaxa… barely reacted. He stared, looked you up and down, and started to walk, “If you’re joining me then I suggest you pick up the pace.”

You grumbled, crossed your arms, but hovered behind him as he made his way to the village. Many of the people waved to you, happy that their great protector finally m paid them a visit after so long.

“Ah! Great one! We’ve missed you dearly!”

“Goodness, guardian! It’s quite the surprise to see you!”

“There you are, defender! Thank you dearly for protecting our home! Please, don’t forget to take care of yourself as well.”

You moved over the people that greeted you, blowing stars into their hair or on their clothing, going through their food stalls, poking at their children, but always going back to walking— flying?— with Anaxa.

“After this lesson,” the alchemist started, “We can head over to the observatory. I would like to show you your domain through our human eyes.” He gestured to the dome on the hillside, a telescope sticking out the north side.

That made you eager and giddy as you nuzzled your nose against his neck. It was kind of strange considering how small you were now, but you were blessed by his scent. There was something about it that drew you in and you never wanted to break from it.

“Alright,” he gently pushed your head away. “Humans don’t smell other humans like that.”

You pointed to a couple who was doing exactly that.”

“Let me rephrase, humans with social etiquette don’t smell each other out in public.” He continued walking, leaving you to puff a cloud and catch up as you both entered the room used for lectures.

He set his bag down near the podium, getting out his needed papers. You lingered nearby, being nosy as you skimmed through his outline and notes. There were quite a few words, it was too bad you couldn’t read most of it.

“You don’t have to stay the entire time,” Anaxa turned to you. “It’ll be a long lecture.”

All you did was shake your head, brush your nose into his cheek, and float all the way towards the back. You didn’t want to cause a distraction, after all.

Anaxa watched as you took your seat, waiting a whole ten minutes before people started to file in. They sat down, getting out their notes or having nothing with them, all eager to learn more from the professor.

You kind of wish you took the alchemist up on his offer to leave at some point, but you wanted to support him through and through. So you stayed and listened to every word that fell from his lips, and every word that went in one ear and out the other as you accidentally fell asleep.

The only reason you knew the lecture was over was because a hand gently brushed your hair and then shook you awake. You mumbled, blinking in a daze, and then meeting pale aqua with a bright red, “Do you still want to see the observatory?” He asked.

You nodded, yawning and standing up from your seat. Anaxa took your hand, his bag already in his other as he led you to the hill, not speaking to let you wake up on your own.

You rubbed your eyes, looking around when you entered the building, climbed the stairs, and was met with the giant telescope pointing out a hole in the dome. Your eyes widened at the sight. It was so beautiful you wondered how in the world any human could make such a contraption.

“You can hardly hide how impress you are.” The professor mused as he set down his bag, walking over to you and taking a hold of the scope. He adjusted the mechanism into its correct position before stepping aside to let you see.

You leaned down, closing one eye as you saw him do, and gazed at the assortment of stars. Normally, you wouldn’t be too impressed by it, but this was technology. This was what the humans on your planet made with their advancements, they could see almost as clearly as you did!

“And here…” he carefully tuned the telescope to let you see a cloud of stars and dust gravitating in a specific location. “Is where you usually are. You’ve been there for so long you have your own gravitational field.”

Your brows shot up in awe as you pointed to your chest, and he chuckled and nodded, “Yes, you. If you look close enough, there’s clusters of astroids circling around. Of course, you’re never gone long enough for them to fall or shoot out of orbit.”

You pointed to your chest again.

“Yes, it’s impressive, I know.” His eyes stayed on you as you stood up straight, pointing up at the sky then at yourself with the excitement of a child. You were so fascinated by what the humans on this world discover.

“Now, don’t ask me too many questions about this,” Anaxa crossed his arms. “I’m not an astronomer, I am an Alchmist. I would ask the scientists of this field if you have inquiries.”

All you did was nod so fast your head could fall off, and wrap your arms around his shoulders. The alchemist smiled, loosely hugging you back, especially when you pressed your face into his cheek.

“Yes, yes, my divine. Now come, you must get back into the sky.” That made you pout, pulling back and blowing a cloud in his face. He deadpanned, clicked his tongue, and then leaned in to press his lips onto yours.

He pulls away before you could process what just happened, “Will you go now?”

You gaped but ultimately nodded, letting him lead you back to that familiar cliffside. Anaxa let go of your hand, watching as you ascended back into the sky with a small wave.

“Tomorrow, my divine.”

Anaxagoras x GN!Reader

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"Indifferent."

Such was the claim that most people would argue of Anaxagoras's character- yet the sight infront of you proved anything but. His eyes were glinting with a sort of excitement in them, yet his cheeks were slightly flushed. Despite that, he looked at you intently- the offer that he had extended lingering in the air.

To the furthest extent of your knowledge, the two of you were merely peers- interacting in passing or whenever duty demanded it so. He respected you yes, but Anaxagoras regarded you as nothing more than a co-worker. Consequently, you were left in a state of stunned disbelief at a sudden and abrupt invitation to visit the dromases together.

He had caught wind of your fondness for dromases when he overheard two students leaving your office.

Anaxa x Lab Assistant Reader | GN reader | reader has dyslexia and dyscalcula but it’s only briefly referenced | unrequited love (kinda)

(brief mention of reader wearing skirt but they aren’t actually wearing it, it’s just a hypothetical, and well you’ll see)

WC: 680

He told you the reason why he hired you was because he appreciated your work ethic, because you only asked the questions that mattered, because you appreciated silence in a way that most people don’t. He wasn’t lying. But some part of him knew he was still being deceptive.

It was mutually beneficial, you had agreed. Being his lab assistant meant you could still enjoy living in academia without having to always worry about your limitations, like your difficulties with words and numbers. You could draw your diagrams and not have to worry about forgetting the names of the individual parts. You could see them. But they all sounded the same. And that wasn’t the part that made the diagrams interesting, anyway. It was distinguishing the pieces of a whole, visually. Someone else could take care of the labels. You could do your art, you could do your science, you could learn about the “little” things that didn’t have their own classes, like safe storage and disposal of substances.

Anaxa didn’t tell you about the fact that he just needed to hear you say his name. Because you were the only one who used it properly. Sure, you stumbled over the pronunciation sometimes, but you always tried. You always tried at everything. Even the diagram labels you pretended to hate. Even washing the glassware and dusting the shelves. Even reminding him to take care of himself.

“Professor Anaxagoras, you’ve been working for far too long. Let me handle the cleanup while you go to bed.”

“Professor Anaxagoras, why don’t you wash your hands? I've prepared something warm for you to eat and I’d hate for it to get cold.”

“Professor Anaxagoras, have some lemonade, you better drink it before the ice melts.”

“Professor Anaxagoras. What would you do without me?”

You hadn’t realized the effect that last question had on him when you asked it. You were only being playful, something he typically found irritating but didn’t seem to mind so much when it came from you. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to.

You had laughed.

“Oh, aren’t you so sweet? I don't think I know anyone who blushes as brightly as you.”

Of course that only made it worse.

“I’ll fetch the solvent for disposing of this compound,” he muttered. It was on a shelf, which meant he would have an excuse to face away from your prying eyes and contain himself.

But of course you had to go and insist that it was your job to fetch things, and what was he even doing compound disposal for when he had trained you so diligently so he wouldn’t have to anymore, and so of course you had to step up on the stool and stretch up to the cabinet where the solvent was stored.

It wasn’t that he was looking. It wasn’t as if you were wearing a short skirt that he could see underneath from that angle (you would never wear something so inappropriate for lab safety). It wasn’t even the way your shirt lifted slightly, showing a little bit of midriff as you fiddled with the cabinet lock (perhaps you should borrow his lab coat next time so that doesn’t happen again.)

It was just the fact that you were there, high above him, as if it were perfectly natural and you hadn’t just said something that killed him. As if you didn’t understand what it meant for him to need you.

How could you? He wouldn’t dare express need. That would be untowardly. Especially to someone several years younger than him. (Not that you were that much younger; rather you were young enough for him to justify chastising himself for having feelings instead of admitting that his self loathing was incapacitating the ability to form meaningful connections with others)

But there you always were, your comfortable closed toed shoes flat on the floor once again, holding out both the solvent and a beaker for mixing which you had grabbed without even being asked. God you were amazing.

HELLO ANON YES B:LUSHING ANAXA YOU'RE 999&% RIGHT! i had a specific idea where he helps pick your pjs, hopefully you like it!!! TY FOR REQUESTING (°□°)

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Anaxa has not been able to feel or even breathe this freely in years. It's quiet except for the gentle whistle of the wind. You're sitting down together on the grass in the middle of a lush green field. You gently, but sternly had to force Anaxagoras to leave his stuffy lab to finally take a breather. And it works like a charm. He finally seems to relax, all thoughts in his head growing quiet, his mind giving up on complicated matters and just enjoying your calm grounding presence. The type of presence he has always yearned for, but has lacked for years in his life until you appeared.

pairings : Phainon, Dan Heng, Mydei, Anaxa, Blade, Sunday x m!reader (all separate) summary : Your boyfriend got drunk while he was out with his friends, now you were tasked with picking him up to bring him home. tags : fluff, x male reader, established relationship(s), a little angsty in Phainon's (?), alcohol consumption, comfort, they're all kind of clingy, mentions of being shirtless/half naked (Blade, Mydei, Sunday), a little suggestive but not really (Blade, Anaxa) word count : 3.8k a/n : some of them might be a little ooc, I'm still practicing writing for most of these guys Also guys reminder my requests are open pls send me requests......

Phainon

This man will NOT shut up about you when he's drunk. Everyone around him is exhausted, the only thing he's talking about is how much he misses his beloved.

He's not a lightweight, but he doesn't have a high tolerance either. So he was completely gone about halfway through the night.

He was sobbing into Mydei's shoulder about how handsome his lovely boyfriend was and how lucky he was. Mydei was about ready to throw him out of the nearest window.

When you finally arrived to pick him up, he was a babbling mess, clinging onto you the entire time. He would have probably jumped into your arms if he wasn't too heavy for you to carry him.

"Y'er so... handsome," he giggled, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while you fumbled with the keys to your apartment. It wasn't exactly easy to take something out of your pocket when you had an oversized, human puppy clinging to you from behind.

When you finally managed to open the door, you practically had to drag him inside and push him onto the bed. He whined slightly at the loss of contact and looked at you with his signature pouty face, though he didn't seem to make any move to get up.

"Don't leave..." he mumbled and reached his hand out towards you. How could you say no to that man? He knew very well what effect he had on you, yet even in his drunken state he seemed to act clueless about it.

"I'll be back in a moment, Phai," you reassured, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his flushed face. He took the opportunity and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer again to place his lips on yours. His kiss was sweet, loving and gentle. He always was. Still, he needed to drink some water or he'll be whining about a headache the next morning.

You pulled away from him again and quickly left to the kitchen before he could grab hold of you again. After you got a glass of water, you returned to see him facing the wall while tightly glutching your pillow against his chest.

"Phai?" You asked, placing the glass down and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. His head perked up immediately and you noticed the way his eyes lit up.

"Hi.." He sat up and pulled you closer to him again. His grip on you was tight, but not to the point it could hurt you.

A comfortable silence settled as he just held you close on his lap, his face snuggled into your chest while your hand playing with the soft white strands of his hair.

After a few minutes of silence, you felt his body tremble slightly, a quiet sob eliciting from his chest. Your hand froze. He was always a bit more emotional than usual when he was drunk, but you didn't expect him to start crying.

"Phai?" You moved your hand under his chin and lifted his head up. There were soft tears staining his cheeks.

"I-I love you..." He sobbed softly. Your eyes softened slightly and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you too, my dear," you laid down on the bed with him, his face still pressed into your chest.

"Promise.. to stay?" His voice sounded more vulnerable than usual.

"Of course, always," you reassured again and tightened your hold on him. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes before you felt his body relax against you, a sign he had finally fallen asleep. Although, because of how his arms, and even his legs, were wrapped tightly around you, there was no way you would be able to leave now. Not that you wanted to anyway.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng getting drunk was a... rather rare occasion. He likes to drink, don't get me wrong, he just doesn't get drunk easily.

On the rare occasion that he does though, he'll stare at you like you're the most beautiful man in all of existence. There's this soft look of fondness in his eyes and it feels like he becomes unaware of the world around him.

Although, he also tends to get a lot more bold and talkative when he's drunk. The normally laid-back and quiet vidyadhara might even get the confidence to flirt with you while others are around.

When he got drunk while out with March and the Trailblazer, they seemed surprised how much he suddenly started talking. Especially about you. He was normally a bit secretive about your relationship , but now he was confidently rambling about your small habits he loved or about things you had done on dates with him with a fond look in his eyes.

Once you finally showed up to bring him home, his eyes lit up immediately when he saw you. You stepped closer to him and leaned down, pressing a kiss against his cheek. A sober Dan Heng would have just blushed slightly at most, but now he went after you to peck you on the lips.

You didn't have to drag him, despite his unsteadiness on his feet. He was holding onto your hand tightly as you brought him back to his room and handed him a glass of water to sober up.

"[name]?" He said quietly after staring at you for a few moments.

"Hm?"

"You're really handsome," he declared, as if it was a fact he had read in one of the many data bank entries he had memorised.

You blinked a few times before chuckling in response and leaning closer to him. The fond but slightly clueless look on his face, as if he was analysing you, was adorable.

"You are too, my love." Your response brought a soft chuckle out of your boyfriend and he placed his arms around your waist. His normally rather cold body was now radiating heat due to the alcohol cursing through his system.

Time felt like it slowed down for a few moments as Dan Heng rested his head against your chest and seemingly just listened to the way your heart was beating in your chest. A soft, steady rythm. You embraced the vidyadhara as well and simply let him stay like that until you felt the tension in his body slowly vanish. He had drifted off to sleep while standing up, sadly, not the first time this had happened.

One time you had caught him sleeping while standing in front of one of the computers in the data-bank of the express. It surprised you that he hadn't fallen over, maybe it was a vidyadhara thing to be able to fall asleep standing, you made a mental note to ask him about it.

For now, you carefully lifted him into your arms and brought him over to the mattress and blanket he labelled as his bed. He looked so peaceful like this, his eyes shut softly and his chest rythmically rising and falling with each breath he took. The sight brought a smile to your face as you took off his coat to make it more comfortable and then tugged him in.

"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, gently pressing a kiss against his forehead and lying down next to him. He would probably be embarassed about all of this in the morning, especially once March and the Trailblazer start to tease him about all the things he had told them.

Mydei

Typically, Mydei was quite stubborn when it came to showing affection for you. Even more so when there were other people around that might see him acting all soft and cheesy. He had to keep up his image of being a strong, fearful, kremnoan after all.

"There is no word for being 'soft' in the kremnoan language." He'd claim with a huff, though the blush on his cheeks was always quite evident and difficult to miss.

However, when he was drunk that was a completely different scenario. The high and mighty prince of kremnos was no more, instead he would stare at you with furrowed eyebrows whenever you would refuse a kiss, even with his friends around. It was honestly a sight to behold, him suddenly refusing to leave your personal space and seemingly becoming even more dense than he usually was.

Phainon had been the one to inform you that your beloved boyfriend was trying to start a fight in the bar they were in, all just because he thought he had heard someone make a rude comment after he mentioned you. (They were involved in a totally different conversation at the table beside them and were frankly quite confused when this random guy began throwing threats a them.)

When you had arrived, Phainon had tried his best to explain the situation, while Mydei kept insisting he had "defended your honor".

You sighed as you pulled him out of the bar, luckily he wasn't trying to resist coming with you.

"They were sayinggg bad stuff," he slurred, "so.. I defenDed your honor. Are you proud?" He looked so smug as he said that. You seriously wondered how he managed to sound so full of himself sometimes.

When you finally arrived home, Mydei stubbornly sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. You had told him to go to sleep, but apparently that was beneath him.

"I do not require rest," he commented. You sighed for the probably tenth time that night and stepped closer to him, your hands on your hips as you looked down at your boyfriend.

"Your hangover is just going to be even worse tomorrow morning if you don't get some rest." He huffed, turning his head away. Did he plan on fighting off the upcoming hangover like he did his foes? Seriously, he lacked all rational thinking whenever he was drunk or when he was hanging out with Phainon.

"Please?" If demanding didn't work, you would just have to try... a 'different' method. You leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss against his neck, then against his cheek. "For me?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him and watched as his face slowly but surely became as red as the markings on his body.

"Fine," he muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact. Shy Mydei was one of your favourite things in the world.

"But- only because I love you," he slurred the 'I love you' at the end, sounding almost a bit timid as the words fell off his tongue. You couldn't help but chuckle softly as you left to get ready for bed yourself.

Once you came back, Mydei was already laying in your shared bed with a chimera plushie hugged close to his bare chest. So much for the intimidating warrior he had acted as only a few moments prior.

You climbed into bed beside him and laid down with your back facing him. It didn't even take a full minute when a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around you from behind and your beloved pressed his face against the back of your neck.

"Do you love me too?" He mumbled quietly.

"Of course I do."

"Good..." You smiled softly as the two of you drifted off into sleep. He was definitely going to pretend none of this happened by the time he woke up.

Anaxagoras

Anaxa was an arrogant and proud man. He was aware of that. You were aware of that. Most others were aware of that. It was one of the few many reasons why he had such a large number of people that opposed him.

That fact didn't change when he was drunk. He gained more confidence anytime he had a bit too much alcohol running through his system, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. If "the great performer" gained more courage to speak his, already difficult to understand, mind, chaos was sure to follow.

He had stood up on one of the tables in the bar and began proudly explaining some of his latest research result before he started to ask random people the most absurd questions. Anytime they gave him a response that did not satisfy him, he would bring uo your name and how you surely would have known how to reply.

When Hyacine and Phainon attempted to get him off the table, he tried to pull out his gun (which Phainon had luckily taken from him beforehand) to fend them off.

"You are not [name], onlY he has.. *hic* permission to touch me," he declared and stumbled backwards before falling off the table- right into your arms, to his luck.

Hyacine had contacted you a few moments prior and pleaded for you to pick up the professor. Now you stood here, holding the infamous blasphemer in your arms like a damsel in distress.

He glared at you before realising it was his beloved holding him. A scoff left the scholar as his arms wrapped around your neck and he leaned his head to your chest, something he would usually never dare to do while others were watching. Anaxa quickly started rambling about how everyone in this bar was 'utterly unreasonable', while you carried him out, waving a quick goodbye to a worried-looking Hyacine.

He kept rambling about his theories and how no one understood what he was saying all the way back home to your shared apartment.

Once you were there, you gently placed him down on the bed and started to help him get changed. He was still rambling. It was always quite surprising to you how much he could talk at times, you weren't even responding most of the time.

After you had finished changing his clothes, you sat down beside him and placed a hand on his thigh.

"If they just tried to view things my way then-" Anaxa was cut off when you suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. The scholar was caught off guard, his face slowly turning red as his eyes stayed focused on your lips.

"Hmph," he scoffed, typically he would give you a snarky response or tell you not to interrupt him, but now he just quietly leaned in a bit. He clearly wanted you to kiss him again.

You smiled softly as you pressed your lips against his again and carefully pushed him down onto the bed so that you were on top of him. You admired the way his hair was slightly messed up now and the soft blush spread across his face, paired with the somewhat pouty expression he had.

"Sleep," you said, laying down next to him and tugging him closer to your chest. You could hear him grumble something incoherent as he relaxed in your arms.

Blade

Blade wasn't a man of many words, he preferred to keep most of his thoughts to himself. He wasn't particularly quiet about your relationship, however. He made sure others knew he had a boyfriend, especially if they looked at him weird; he'd glare at them saying "I have a boyfriend." and watch with amusement as they walked away.

When Blade got drunk, however, he would be even more open about it. He still wouldn't speak any more than usual, but as soon as you showed up after Kafka called you to pick him up, he decided that you should sit on his lap instead of standing beside him.

To say he was a bit clingy when drunk was an understatement, he refused to let you get up from his thighs and instead kept his face buried in the back of your neck. His grip on you was tight, but not too tight to the point it was hard for you to breathe.

"Seems like Bladie is feeling a bit clingier than usual," Kafka commented in an amused tone. Meanwhile, you gently traced your fingers over your boyfriends hand. He hummed in response and slightly tightened his hold on you. Since it didn't seem like you'd be able to get up any time soon, you instead decided to chat with Kafka and Silver Wolf for the time being.

Some time later, Blade finally softened his hold on you a little, leaning closer to your ear.

"Home..." He said, his voice slightly hoarse. The sound and vibration of his chest sent a shiver down your spine.

You got off of his lap and took hold of his arm so he wouldn't bump into anything or anyone on his way out. You waved a goodbye to the other two stellaron hunters before directing your attention to the man practically glued to your side.

"You okay?" You asked, though the look on his face made you feel a bit nervous. His eyes were focused on you and you alone, drowning out everything else around him. He was always a bit hard to read, but now it felt even more difficult than usual.

You sighed in relief when you finally arrived home, taking off your shoes and guiding Blade to your shared bedroom. You turned around for a moment to get your pyjamas out of your closet, when you felt Blade's strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and soft kisses being pressed against the exposed skin on the back of your neck. You chuckled a little, his bangs were tickling you.

However, when you suddenly lifted you off the ground and tossed you on the bed, you certainly felt startled. Even more so because you now realised he had removed his shirt and the only thing left were the bandages on his body.

"Blade what-" You were cut off as he pressed a kiss against your neck And another, and another. It wasn't rough or needy or anything, it was soft and loving, careful.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you, feeling the weight of him press you down into the mattress as he finally stopped pouring his love for you out against your skin. He relaxed his tense muscles and closed his eyes, feeling the way your fingers ran through his hair in a calming manner.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Mmm..." He sighed, rolling onto his side and pulling you on top of him. You could tell by the way he was holding onto you that you certainly would not be able to get up again to get changed. His chest was way too comfortable for that anyway.

"Hm.. Goodnight, Bladie," you mumbled, but the only response you could hear was the soft sound of his steady breaths.

Sunday

Sunday didn't drink often. Partially because he was a lightweight, partially because he always seemed to embarass himself when he got drunk.

Like the one time he had thought you were planning to break up with him just because you got up to use the restroom. Or that other time when you were still living in penacony together and he had attempted to sing one of Robin's songs while intoxicated. He wasn't that bad of a singer usually, but when you had shown him the video of his singing the next day, he would have preferred to crawl into a hole and never come back out again.

He was only planning to spend some time in the party car with the other nameless, but had seemingly gotten carried away and drank one too many glasses of alcohol. Now, he was lying face down on the ground, having tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get up and go to the room you two shared. The Trailblazer had taken a picture of him and sent it to you, telling you that your "princess needs saving".

So, now you were standing over your boyfriend who still wasn't moving. You heard March mumble something along the lines of "is he dead?". He certainly looked the part. With a sigh, you kneeled down and poked one of his wings.

"Uh.. huh..?" Sunday tried to raise his head, though, much to his dismay, his head was definitely spinning too much for the halovian.

"[name]...?" He muttered, trying his hardest to focus his vision onto one of the multiple images of you he was seeing. You almost laughed at the dazed, confused look on his face.

"Let's get you to bed, Sunny," you mumbled. You bent down and carefully scooped him up into your arms, so that you were now carrying him bridal style, before you left to bring him to your sleeping chambers. He was clinging to your neck the entire way and staring at you as if he was trying to decipher some secret code hidden within your eyes.

Once you arrived at your room, you brought him inside and set him down on the bed. Knowing him, he would probably still insist on getting fully changed into his pyjamas.

You made your way over to the closet and opened it, taking out a baby blue pyjama. It's fabric was soft and silken to the touch. You were about to turn around when you heard a crash behind you, spinning on your heel.

Sunday was laying half on the bed, half on the ground, his head and arms stuck in the confines of his shirt. He seemed to have tried to remove it himself but gotten a bit... tangled up.

"Oh dear," you put the pyjamas back down on a chair next to you and walked over to Sunday, helping him sit up straight again. He was often a little disoriented when drunk, so this was no surprise to you.

You gently removed his shirt and the rest of his clothes til he was left in only his underwear. He was so out of it he didn't even seem to register being almost fully naked in front of you- not that you would mind. You had seen him naked multiple times already. Sunday would just typically get quite flustered over something like this.

After you finally managed to help him put on his pyjamas and made sure he had drank one glass of water, you finally laid down on the bed with him. You put on the tv in your room since you were yet to feel sleepy. There was a random cartoon running at the moment.

The little bird featured in the cartoon had happily picked up a cake from a bakery and was now escorting it back home, when someone bumped into it, causing it to drop the cake. The little bird's expression dropped and it started to mourn the cake splattered on the ground now.

Apparently the scene felt quite emotional to your boyfriend in his drunken state, seeing the poor bird grow all sad made tears form in Sunday's eyes.

"I-it was so.. happy about the cake," he said, sniffling quietly. You deadpanned upon realising that he was crying and hurriedly turned off the tv.

"Alright, enough tv for tonight..." You pulled Sunday's head into your chest and turned off the lights.

"The poor bird..."

"Sleep, love."

no warnings, just some anaxa x reader fluff!!

Anaxa doesn't even realize what's happening to him when he's suddenly more interested in what another person is doing than his own scholarly business.

Not just any person, no, of course that person just had to be you. The only one he truly believed could rival his intelligence.

Once he fully realized what your beautiful brain was actually capable of, he was utterly whipped.

Spending hours upon hours with you in the grove discussing philosophy was the only thing that has ever made him feel truly content, truly satisfied.

When he was with you, his chaotic brain finally slowed down and just focused on whatever subject you were discussing. It was wonderful.

And you felt the same way. For the first time, talking to another person didn't feel like a chore. Having been outcasted your whole life for being "too smart," finding someone that you could really be yourself around was so freeing.

Never once had either of you truly considered romance. You had always had the childish dream of meeting the right person, but your logical mind always told you that it wouldn't even be worth it if you couldn't talk about your intellectual pursuits with the person.

Sure, both of you had met many other scholars, but none of them really got it like the two of you.

As someone who naturally slept a lot, you found yourself wanting to spend time talking and researching with Anaxa, rather than having your usual cat naps.

Seeing how you were a professor as well, the two of you frequently spent time together after classes and lectures-- so much so that the students even began whispering amongst themselves about the two of you. A few bold students even came up to you and asked if you're the reason their professor hasn't been as harsh as of late. All you could do was smile and say, "he must have seen a dromas today."

Today, the two of you had planned to meet for lunch to discuss some scholarly subject. You were feeling particularly tired and very thankful that you didn't have any more classes this afternoon. You made your way to his classroom with your lunch in hand. He'd left the door partially open for you to enter as you pleased-- something he never would have done for someone else.

"Anaxagoras, I'm here." you say softly, walking into the room with quiet footsteps and gently shutting the door behind you.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd get here." he replies, shutting his book and sitting up a little straighter.

You sit on the cushioned loveseat beside him, with plenty of room between you both. The loveseat mysteriously appeared after you'd once mentioned how his office would be a nice place to nap. It was.

"Sorry, I went to heat up my soup." you say, opening the metal container of hot chicken soup.

The fragrance of soup fills the air, reminding Anaxa of his own lunch. "Don't apologize, it's no trouble." he says as he opens his bag and retrieves a sandwich wrapped in paper.

They make "small talk" (as if any of what they talk about could actually be considered small talk) as they eat their respective lunches. You find that your eyes begin to grow heavy once you've finished your meal. Not wanting to seem weak in front of Anaxa, you fight it off.

Perceptive as ever, he notes, "you always get tired after you eat." Before you could get a chance to respond, he follows, "you do not have any classes this afternoon, do you? you could always just take a quick nap before heading home. i'll stay in here so no one comes to disturb you."

Your eyes widen in slight surprise. There's no way he's being serious. "Are you sure, what about your classes?"

"I only have two more and they're working on their theses right now, so they'll manage." he says casually.

You sort of hesitantly curled up on the loveseat as he picked his book back up. Your heart was pounding. Getting to nap beside your favorite person is one thing, but when that person is Anaxagoras, it's a whole other thing.

After a moment, your neck began to hurt. Letting out a soft grumble, your turned to the other side. Anaxa peered at you through the corner of his eye, raising a brow.

"Must you be so whiny?" he sighs, only messing around.

"Can't get comfy..." you grumble, shifting slightly again.

He just lets out a deeper sigh and reaches around you, pulling your head to lay almost on his chest. You froze upon the contact, and he lay his hand upon your shoulder. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything you do not want me to."

His words and soothing voice calmed you instantly and you relaxed against him. You knew there was no way you would stay awake like this, not when you could hear the calm beating of his heart, feel the rise and fall of his chest, and especially not when the heat of his body was lulling you to sleep.

He felt a small hand grip his coat; you cannot sleep without holding something. He lets out a puff of air that seems almost like a soft laugh before going back to reading.

He wasn't really reading, he was too focused on how soft you are, how you practically clung to him as you drifted off. When your breaths finally even out and he knows you're asleep, he can't help but press a light kiss to the crown of your head and whisper,

"What have you done to me?"

・Anaxa sounds like a strange person to get attached to a child, doesn’t he? He holds his students at arm’s length, and cares little for even his own life in the pursuit of knowledge. …But, I don’t think it’s an entirely foreign thought; all of his distant behavior as he focuses on his pursuits is an indicator of just how much he is prone to obsession.

・I believe this situation could start rather straightforwardly: having a student of a rather young age who is passionate about his classes, even when the rest of the class is much older than them. A typical child prodigy, if you will. Anaxa is used to having students who will leave in the first few weeks because they can’t stand his ‘heresy,’ those that remain but don’t treat him with the respect they do other professors, and much more flavors of foreseen disrespect. …Despite his genius, he is, after all, a social pariah. A simple passion for learning, a respectful demeanor, and a resounding determination that keeps bringing you back even in the struggles you undoubtedly face will have you quickly becoming one of his favorite students, even if it doesn’t seem so.

・He admires you as the seed of what you may grow into, but he is also perfectly rational in that he knows your position will cause you to struggle much with where you are in your life right now. You are being given the same expectations as those much older than you, and while your academic faculties are ready for that, you are still a child, and the social and personal pressures are a different matter entirely.

・…That’s why he sees no problem with ‘guiding you’ outside of strictly academics. He truthfully believes he’s helping you when he starts to get you to rely on him and only him, keeping you away from your classmates, your friends… and if you still have family, even them. He is calculated in his actions, but egotistical enough that he sees nothing wrong with them. And, eventually, his selfishness and attachment to you makes it so that merely guiding you to stay near him is not enough. He needs to enact control.

・Obsession is the common thread that ties all platonic yanderes together. At the same time, I believe it is the one that Anaxa pulls taut enough to make him stand out from the rest.

・Other platonic yanderes may do their best to confine the object of their affection. …Perhaps they have enough power to keep you on a tight leash on where you physically can go, or they’re incredibly isolating to you mentally, altering how you view the world and anything outside of them. Both of these are effective in their own ways, but they are not enough for Anaxa. For the man whose own body is a secondary trifle, why would he try to keep the things he treasures in places that they can still be accessed? Physical restraints and mental restraints are still malleable enough to be undone. …What he needs is something that he knows is immutable.

— ✦ I'M IN LOVE WITH AN IDIOT ::

— ✧ anaxa x gn!reader

yesyesyesyesyes okay so i love anaxa and crack fics so this is absolutely amazing for me!! hope you enjoy this silly read and i hope it fulfills what you were looking for! the crack portion really starts at the end but i had a lot of fun writing it :))

— ✧ cw: crack fic, fluffy, a biiiiiit of angst if you squint, one sided pinning, maybe ooc

anaxagoras was in love with an absolute imbecile.

if you were to ever ask him about who he liked, he'd let out the largest, most exasperated sigh known to man, bringing a hand to his head as if thinking about you gave him such a headache. and yet at the exact same time, anyone who observed a little closer would see the tips of his ears turning red, or maybe even the goofy, giddy smile that threatened to overtake his features.

"they're... the densest person to ever walk this earth. an absolute bumbling buffoon."

wait, huh? he's saying this about the person he likes?

often when faced with this question, he's met with same confused response. "if you knew them, you'd understand." was the only way to phrase it.

I AGREE I AGREE there’s not enough content for aglaea!! she needs more fans PLEASEEEEE

under those sanctified skies

cw: no warnings 💭

a/n: this is so cute, shorter works are gonna be posted leading up to one big thing ☺️ also this is kinda based on how horribly i sleep in the summer bc it easily reaches above 100F May-November😕

The summery nights in Okhema were undoubtedly much cooler than the tepidly warm days. As the heat seeped away from your skin and into the cooled sheets of your shared bed you turned over to face your wife. Aglaea’s eyes fluttered open when your breath caressed her skin in the moonlight.

Thinking about Aglaea and her spoiled, brat of a model girlfriend who no one knows is actually her girlfriend. When you come pay a visit to Aglaea at work, everyone in the building treats you as if you are royalty. Even if you are not “officially” known as Aglaea’s significant other, everyone still knows you are held in her highest regard. So people flock to your side to carry your bags, take your coat, get you your favorite drink. If something goes awry (say, a newbie got your drink order wrong), you immediately spit it out and call for Aglaea.

The room freezes as Aglaea steps out of her office. She usually never steps out of her office as she prefers to work in quiet. She gives a brief once over the room, blank eyes meeting the new hire who caused such a fuss with you.

“Darling, why the shrill voice?” She hums softly, walking over to cup your face. “It’s quite early in the day.”

“The sugar percentage in my drink is all wrong!”

Aglaea sighs and immediately turns over to the new hire, who has shrunken in their spot. She narrows her eyes for a moment before putting her arm on your back, ushering you to her office.

“I see, that’s absolutely terrible, my dear. Tell you what, I’ll make you a new drink right from the machine in the office. Then you could tell me what you think of my new designs, hm? I made them just for you for the next runway event.”

Aglaea is quick to de-escalate the situation, luckily saving the new hire. But she gives one last glance at them, silently letting them know not to get it wrong next time.

When you and Aglaea reach her office, she helps you onto her lap at her desk.

“Here we go…” she massages your thighs to calm you down from your earlier fit, kissing your cheek from behind. “Look, these are all the outfits I had in mind. Are these designs appealing to you, doll?

“Not this one, no, no. Hmm, this one looks nice.”

“Then you will wear that one, my love.”

Aglaea knows that spoiling you will only make your behavior worse, but she can’t help it. She adores her little princess and will give everything to you. What point is being a luxury designer and having all this money, when she can’t even spoil her model girlfriend?

“Can you make my drink now? I am rather parched.”

“Do you want a sip of my drink? I have some hot tea.”

“Ew, no.”

I remember seeing this video of a popular celebrity doing a photo shoot, and when he had to have lipstick marks put on his body for the shoot, he actually had a woman apply lipstick on herself and kiss him to get the full effect of the marks on there 😳

So this makes me think that people in the modeling industry actually do that. Perhaps Bratty! Reader was doing a shoot and some random woman (who was very eager btw), volunteered to kiss Reader to get the lipstick marks on her. But before she could lay her hands on Reader, Aglaea cuts in and offers to do it herself.

“Well if we are so keen on making the marks as “authentic” as possible, then allow me to do the honors.”

The random woman can only watch in dismay as Aglaea steals the lipstick and quickly applies it on herself. She then strides over to kiss Reader all over; on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone… Aglaea is very, very thorough with her kisses and no one bats an eye because they think Aglaea is just doing it for the photoshoot. They miss the way Bratty! Reader whimpers when Aglaea tenderly caresses her with her lips, briefly whispering in her ear how she’d never let another woman touch her like this, even if it’s for a job.

(I set this prior to the Amphoreus ending, just because I don't really know how to write for Hysilens or Ceryda yet 👉👈)

"You've got the cake, right Cassie?" Hyacine asks Castorice as they head over to Aglaea's residence. The Goldweaver has invited the Chrysos Heirs to a special banquet, though she has neglected to mention what this is about.

"Um, yes, I've got it," Castorice mumbles, embarrassed by Hyacine's silly nickname for her. "It's in this box, of course." She gestures her head towards the decorative box in her hands.

"Wonderful! I'm sure it will be delicious!" the pink-haired young lady beams. "And I've brought my fruit tray. Ooh, I'm excited!"

"Uh, Hyacine, why do you think Lady Aglaea has called for us to gather? Do you think she has something serious to reveal?"

"Oh, I suppose it's just a nice get-together. We've all been working hard."

"Yes, but she's also invited Professor Anaxa," Castorice sighs. "She only does that when she absolutely has to."

"Hmm, when you put it that way...." Hyacine is now worried. "Goodness, they better get along. Professor Anaxa has been pretty stressed lately."

"Hyacinthia, I have asked you time and again to not talk about me behind my back," a deep voice declares suddenly.

Both women jolt and look behind them. "P-Professor?" They frown as they see his expression.

The glum jade-haired scholar is scowling, holding a closed dish of food. "I cannot fathom what that woman wants us there for. I plan on making a quick exit as soon as I find out. What a waste of time!"

"Oh, come now, Professor, there'll be good food!" Hyacine tries to cheer him up.