His Veiled Sun Behind the Clouds | The Noble Familiar AU Files
character roles: Familiar!Anaxagoras x Scion!Reader
synopsis / premise: Born into a lineage of devastating ancient arts, it was your turn to carry on the family's legacy. With confidence, you proudly undertook this new responsibility on your shoulders as if it weighed nothing. Your family adores you, spoils you, drape in you in nothing less than the finest. Your familiar- your inherited legacy- is unsettled at the contrast of your warmth for one reason only; this warmth of yours is encased in an endless empire of sciences and arcane; to be revered by all.
a/n: Many AUs, little time I have. Thank you for your continued support in reading my 'files'.
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content tags: sunshine/competent-coded Reader, fluff, comedy (?), not necessarily romantic (yet), Anaxagoras trying to figure Reader out. [Not proofread].
"Dearie, Anaxagoras is no beast,"
you nodded, palms resting in your lap as you watch your grandmother takes another sip from her teacup.
"He was a scholar, as you are."
She then slides to you a scroll-
"Anaxagoras. Dormant. Sealed. | Location : The Sanctum. Note: Too obsessive in his pursuit of knowledge and truth-"
The parchment is rather faded in fragile between your fingers. You took care while gently rolling it up, tying a ribbon over its middle.
"I'll be okay," and that's all your old folk needed to hear.
"Anaxagoras, what tea blend shall the maids fetch you today?"
A quiet sigh escaped him when you threw that question for the third time this week since his sealed pact to you arrival.
"I require no sustenance."
"I didn't ask if you required it, I asked which kind of tea blend will you drink today."
Such a statement from anyone within the lineage would mean; one would be forced to drink; there is no guarantee that they would live after. But you?
You were.. carving an outline of a creature on a corn biscuit. With a butter knife. Anaxagoras only needed a glance to tell that the carving was an unfinished (and poorly drawn) dromas.
You know next to nothing about this 'dromas'. He could only watch the scattered papers around you that contained mere descriptions of the creature he adored knew.
And goodness were you accurate at sculpting each feature on a damn biscuit.
What would be considered more blasphemous is the fact that you had carried your biscuit tray all the way to the sanctum to 'accompany' Anaxagoras as he browsed the dusty tomes shelved by the far end. The crumbs that fell onto the floors below being proof of your existence at this time.
"You. The heir to a bloodline known for incinerating kingdoms. And you ask me tea preferences?"
You had your maids steep seven different blends that evening.
"You don't have to do that all the time while I'm awake."
The moonlight was unforgiving tonight for some, but it was a company for your journaling at this hour. Your usual peace of breathing alone was then graciously interrupted by his voice cutting your inner monologue; and for what reasons could you possibly be awake for?
Your mere gestures to your parchment did not entertain him in the slightest.
"Their Majesties would not be pleased."
Classic scare tactic to send children off to slumber. For one, you are not even close to a child. For another, you were not frightened by these majesties he spoke of.
"You mean the same ones that brought you to me for a binding pact?"
An eye roll seemed to agitate him further after you dug that memory up, yet before he could so much as smite you for it-
"Sit beside me." you gestured to the empty cushion next to you, offering him a generous space and then averting your attention to your writing.
"It's a calm night, you too should enjoy it, Anaxagoras. I declare, for you are not my tool."
As Anaxagoras really did take a seat and observed the crescent moon you had pointed up to, suddenly the flashes of red and blaring commands fade into the back of his mind. The red and ash as he was used, deployed, and appeared to exude fear to foes. Then stored away after.
In your chambers, the cushion beneath him was soft, the room you had was spacious, he had his very own study, as commissioned by you from the finest artisans. No spills of red from your flesh, much less his.
He was brought back to reality when you paused your writing to reach over your teacup; or so he thought until you wordlessly passed his cup of chamomile first.
Him being served first? By a master no less? He scoffed.
The warmth of the blend, however, softened the sharp tugs of his lips.
"Reverent Heir, this is..."
Anaxagoras couldn't finish the sentence each time you interacted with your people at the market. He had taken a total of three attempts:
When you overpaid for the baker's sourdough- which confused both him and the baker until you nodded to a group of giggling rascals making their escape, bread in tow., their tattered clothing in the wind fading with their laughter.
When you suddenly skipped in the middle of another group of children's playing field; some sort of hopping game he couldn't decipher, only to realise they already knew you.
When you sat down on the filthy mat beside a squatter, having a short, mundane conversation
As the market ambiance grew faint, his tongue worked faster than his mind (to his surprise).
"Why waste yourself this way?"
"Since when kindness is wasted?"
Your mint-haired familiar halted, the bags of your trade remained firmly grasped by his sides. It was almost an endearing sight for him to candidly carry all of your trinkets today, with his robes and cloak rustling against the gentle breeze.
As you sensed a gap between you and him, you had to turn around.
And there stood Anaxagoras, trying to make sense of your five simple words.
"TO OUR DARLING INHERITOR!"
Anaxagoras finds himself standing behind you, in your family's grand hall- gilded in daring crimson and ivory champagne. You're seated in the middle of the dining table.
Beaming.
Radiant.
The laughter after glasses clink together does not only belong to your immediate family. Privy Court Judges, Registrars, Retainers, Ministers, Head of Families- your aunt, uncles, cousins- toasting to you. Your familiar on the other hand, could not understand the necessity of celebrating this so-called legacy you've undertaken.
The contractual bond between you and him, that is. He serves as your familiar, you are his active master. That was all there is to it.
Half an hour prior, he had maliciously expected you to crumble under the pressure of history-makers around you. And yet..
His single eye is witnessing your glamourous auntie (as you once had called her) pinching both your cheeks while you helplessly flail your arms by your sides. He's witnessing the way you lean towards your favourite uncle that came bearing a weighted blanket as a gift.
He held back a snicker.
He could recall the former being involved in an embezzlement scheme, and the latter being involved in a separate extortion operation. How odd to see them doting on their precious little heir. Perhaps it had been far in the past for you to know. Or, you did know. The family simply cherishes you that much.
Seeing as bright that smile of yours turn into a grin by the time one of the matriarchs ruffled through your hair in jest.
"Tsk."
"Does your heir inherit anything else but charm?"
If Anaxagoras had taken the form of an avian, he'd bristle in an instant to aggress the scoundrel that dared to speak ill of his master. He could not care less if the grand hall had gone silent.
This unfounded feeling then, instantly watered down when you spoke up.
"I inherit everything but your taste in jewelry. Gold doesn't suit you. Have you tried steel?"
Steel. A stone so affordable that even a commoner could eventually save up for it. Lacking prestige.
As Anaxagoras witnessed multiple arms coming down to hug your shoulders, nobles and minister guffawing away, and that pathetic excuse of an aristocrat back away-
Something shifts in him.
For a scholar who's pursuit journeyed to apotheosis for truth, he could not find an answer when it came to you.
a/n: Depending on how well this AU is received, I might consider a continuation (despite already stocking up drafts for the past few months). Although my mind wanders, I'd like to cater to my readers where if I possibly can, so long as I'm within the four walls of my capabilities.
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