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"This will be a romantic story like none that has come before."
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Lumeri,
My pleasure.
Infrequent posting...
Hsr mainly... Anaxa, Phainon, Mydei, Sunday, Dan Heng, Ruan Mei, Herta, my lovelies.
Genshin rarely... Albedo, Scara/Wanderer, Cyno, Kinich, Alhaitham, Knave, my dears.
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Byebye, I'm going to pass away from coursework now
Anaxa likes your touch more than he probably should. He's never said it, but there's indisputable evidence.
You've been together with Anaxa for a good while now. You've learned how much he adores your touch, despite never admitting it. It's like something reserved for only the one special person he wishes to be with for the rest of his life. He'd speak to you all day long, voicing his thoughts or picking your brain for opinions, but when he feels your hand, warm and gentle, his words fizzle away from his brain. Always, that pretty red eye will drop to where you're touching, and he'll exhale softly. Sometimes he'll just let you touch him, but others, he covers your hand with his and the softest, warmest smile graces his lips.
Sometimes you find humour in cupping his face and stroking his cheek when he's speaking, just to watch his sentence die off and eyes flit slowly from your hand to your face. Most times he just waits for you to withdraw, gaze half lidded, before he clears his throat and decides not to address it and just move on. Other times, if you look a little too amused and he clocks that you've done it on purpose to watch him go cotton candy brained, he'll give you the most disgruntled little scowl and flick you in the forehead. Never once does he tell you to stop though, because oh how he loves your touch. You're so dear to his heart that he lets you get away with too much.
I am so not dead but have some crazy coursework yet again, probs won't be done till mid march 😰😰
fluff, yearning, semi-established relationship(?): anaxagoras x gn!reader
a/n: the world needs more yearning anaxa, this fic is based on this image (pls bear with me if anything is ooc, also, very big thanks to @ashtrayheart444 for helping me out, go follow them! ♡)
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Anaxagoras might like to call himself a feeble scholar, though his mind was far from frail. However, when he found himself desperate for your touch and presence, his pride barely permitted him to admit this fact, let alone express his yearning aloud. How did he allow himself to indulge in such trivial matters? It was an equation even his sharp mind couldn't solve.
the fic was literally Anaxa: You're manipulative (teasing)
Reader: I'm gonna touch you (threat)
Anaxa: 😨
LMAO that's an amazing summary 😭
youre like my dad, only coming back every few months to feed me :(
I.... This is a very memorable first anon interaction. I'm legitimately not much of a writer, if that answers your question
I'm so dead 😰😰
The pacing is a little weird in my last fic man 😟😠 I might get smth else out for December but who knows. See you next year guys
Reference
A Cerces and Mnestia record has you wanting to fluster Anaxa like in the scroll...
You've heard that your dear scholar fused his soul to the reason titan recently. He is the corresponding Chrysos heir after all, but honestly, couldn't he just have inherited coreflame like a normal demigod? He just has to cause trouble for himself, doesn't he. You've done your share of fussing for the bit, he needs to rest but he's shared (unenthusiastically) that he can speak to the titan, that she is a constant in his head now and can even take control periodically. Cerces has yet to speak to you directly, and you wonder if she'll make herself known to you as you're Anaxa's lover? After all, she did have a thing going on with the romance titan- it's a prevalent detail in all the stories- you're not into titan scandals, you swear! You think that maybe if you appease the reason titan she'll give Anaxa less of a hard time. That's how you end up in the Library of Philia, late that night, looking into records of Cerces' personality. It's also how you end up with your nose in a scroll called 'Forbidden Love: The Tree and the Butterfly'.
Your eye catches on a line where Mnestia surprises Cerces and invades her personal space, making the reason Titan blush briefly before composing herself again. It's cute, and reminds you of Anaxa... But a bit later, a man (Thanatos?) points out to Cerces that being romantically involved with a student was perverse, and Cerces prompty slaps him, cutting him off. Now that's a strong reaction. You wonder, could Anaxa react like that? He's more the verbal degrading type, you know for a fact. But that reaction from the titan, it's from anger and maybe embarrassment? After all, she was outright called perverse. You'd never antagonise Anaxa, so you wonder how to spin this to get some fluster... ah, you're neither a student as well.
Your thoughts promptly come to a halt when the scroll is taken from your hands, and the green haired sage eyes it with disdain. You laugh sharply, snatching it back and stashing it away on the shelf, to which Anaxa only folds his arms in disapproval.
"I'm looking into Cerces. Just... In general."
You defend yourself, gesturing to the array of scrolls you have laid out on the table. He follows silently, eye stopping on a paper where you've compiled some findings. "I thought if I appeased her she'll be nicer to you." You continue as Anaxa sits at the table to read with more focus.
"Noting what she likes to give it to her directly? Manipulative."
Anaxa says dryly, almost chiding and not even looking up from your notes. Your mouth opens and closes wordlessly, because he's kind of right, despite you having no ill intentions. And he definitely heard your reaction, because he chuckles softly. He was just teasing, he knows you were trying to help him. But now you're a little ticked off.
You stand behind where he sits, draping your arms around his shoulders, only the back of the chair stopping you from pressing flush against his back. You feel him stiffen, just barely. Languidly now, you run a hand down his arm, just your fingertips really, slow and unrushed, down to his hand where he held your papers. He barely contains a shiver- but you're still not done with him yet. You lean down to drop the words in a whisper right beside his ear, copying his chiding tone from before.
"You're not even pretending to read anymore. Do you want more?"
A gentle stroke on his hand, your nails hardly brushing anymore, but your lips a fraction closer.
"Here in the library? In public? It's unprofessional, Professor..."
He inhales sharply. You're too close, and slapping labels on his reactions to make your own implications. Heat floods his face against his will, specially the ear you just won't leave alone, and he was going to scold you. You remember the scroll you read earlier first.
"Perverse."
You get a choke, and he immediately turns to press his hands against your lips, effectively shutting you up. Brows tightly knit, face and ears bright red- it's a nice mix of sharp fluster and bashfulness, and you're all too proud of the reaction you've elicited. And apparently you look it, because he pulls his hands back and scowls at you.
"You put words in my mouth. I never asked for more, especially not here."
"Do you want more elsewhere?"
His eye twitches, and you get flicked in the forehead firmly. At this point you deserve it. You back off with a yelp, covering the spot exaggeratedly while Anaxa huffs and stands up, walking off with a brisk pace.
"Hey, don't leave me!"
You gape, scrambling up your papers to chase after him. Unbeknownst to you, the Reason Titan floats along with Anaxa, with an amused smile and satisfied laugh.
"I like her."
Anaxa only clicks his tongue in annoyance.
"Of course you do."
A/N: I actually misread the Forbidden Love readable from the game and my original idea had to get scrapped halfway through cause it wouldn't make sense.
Blush Blush~!
Prompt: What does it look like when they are flustered/how do they act?
Characters: Anaxa, Mydei, Phainon, Cipher, Aglaea,
A/N: Finals are KILLING MEEEEE, just a few more days and I'm free!!! And once I'm free i can spend more time writing :3 So expect more posts this month~!
🤧 flu bug ≠ cuddle bug.
phainon is generally a healthy person.
his favourite drink is plain water. he chooses greek yoghurt over regular and eats a frankly alarming amount of salad (though you suspect that has more to do with his nonexistent cooking skills than any real dedication to greens). despite his packed schedule, phainon still manages to hit the gym four times a week. you're fairly certain he could bench the equivalent of a small car if he felt like showing off.
but despite all that, your boyfriend still isn't immune to the flu bug that's been making its rounds lately.
"i think i'm going to die," phainon whines from where he's sprawled out on the couch. he's buried under a mountain of blankets, cheeks flushed and nose red from sniffling. the tissue crumpled in his hand droops like a white flag of surrender. "i swear i was a good boyfriend. this is highly unfair."
you hold back a laugh. "i don't think being a good boyfriend has any direct correlation with flu immunity," you say, eyes still fixed on your laptop as you continue typing. phainon shoots you a watery pout. you're not sure if it's a result of his flu or the responsible distance you've put between you two.
"It's been twenty eight hours, twelve minutes and sixteen seconds," he enunciates very seriously, "since i've last gotten a kiss."
"and it'll stay that way, if you love me."
you didn't think it was possible for his eyes to get even shinier, but they do, somehow. "i'm suffering from a case of terminal neglect," he sniffs, although whether that's from his runny nose or just theatrics, you don't know. "i require intensive care and you— you're just ignoring me. you're cruel."
you try to do exactly that in favour of focusing on your work, but it's a tall order when there's a pretty boy (who just so happens to be your boyfriend) focusing the full extent of his teary-eyed, wobbly-lipped pout in your direction. you really should have become desensitised to this by now, you chide yourself.
you haven't. after a few more minutes of very pointed, exaggerated sulking, you finally give up on your slides and set your laptop aside. phainon's eyes widen in surprise when you stride over to stand next to the couch. up close, you can see the redness of his nose, the messy hair, the blankets he's wrapped up in like a coccoon.
it's ridiculous, how much you love him even like this. you guess there's a reason cupid is painted blind. "a kiss, huh?"
phainon blinks up at you, before he starts backpedalling furiously when he realises your intent. "wait— no, no. i was just joking. seriously, it's awful. you'll catch it if you—"
"oh, shush it, you." you place a hand over his mouth to shut him up and he makes a series of unintelligible noises against your palm instead. "honestly, you're more like a chihuahua sometimes, you know."
you feel his mouth drop open beneath your fingers, eyes wide with indignation. but before he can wriggle away or protest again, you dip your head, the ends of your hair tickling his cheek — and press a kiss to the back of your own hand, right where it covers his mouth.
phainon's eyes widen. you linger there for a few moments, as though allowing the kiss to seep through your skin, the marrow of your bones, and find its way to his lips. when you pull your hand away, his cheeks are pink — well, even more pink then they were, earlier.
"you're smooth," he grumbles at last. "too smooth. where'd you learn how to do that?"
"years of practice?" you hum out thoughtfully, voice teasing, and the dismayed look on phainon's face is so pitiful that you can't help but confess the truth. "from watching k-dramas and lots of imagination, silly. i think about kissing you a lot."
"oh." that definitely wasn't an answer that he was expecting, because the flush on his cheeks deepens again, before he frowns. "wait, stop flirting with me! you're gonna make my fever worse."
"don't start what you can't finish, then," you laugh, before you bend down to kiss him again.
I'm not dead, but I really don't do much outside of attend classes and do work 😞
Also I might have a thing for Cerces...
Cerces longs for romance past, and now she takes Anaxa's love life into her own hands...
You've met the reason titan only once, although you didn't know, where she'd stepped forward in Anaxa's body to give your relationship with the professor a little push. You had brought coffee for the man yet again, a usual detour in your morning. Normally he would take it with a gentle "thank you," but this time, he takes it with a calm smile and sets it aside, taking your hand in his. Bringing it to his lips, he kisses the back of it reverently.
"Always so thoughtful. You're so charming..."
He says in a drawl too sensual to be his words, surely. You flush and blink at him, stunned.
"Anaxagoras? Did you... hit your head, perchance?"
That grin on his face widens, and he's covering his lips with his fingertips and a small 'fufu' laugh floats through the air. He steps closer, expression all calm, yet that smile was so self satisfied... You're really not sure what to do. He leans to your ear, words not above a breath in volume.
"Under equivalent exchange, I should really thank you for all the times before this. What would you like in return, hm?"
The words are said as he raises a hand to fleetingly brush your lips, red eye gazing down tenderly at them. You freeze up in your fluster, its just too strange, too sudden. Blinking twice, you try to search his face for something, you don't even know what, but you're staring. And that's the last time you see that forward charm because now it's gone- he startles and pulls back. Now you're concerned, "Anaxa?" You prod.
"...you infuriating woman-!" He snaps, the tips of his ears going red and he scrambles for distance.
"...huh?!" You're a bit offended, and highly confused.
"Not you. You!" He argued pointedly into the air at no one you can see. "I miss my wife. You should share yours." Cerces sighed, floating imperceivably beside him. He was sure she was eyeing you, and he snapped again, "She's not my wife!" The titan only shakes her head like her next words were truly inevitable, "She will be when I'm done with her." This only leads to an array of verbal abuse from Anaxa, and he truly seems to have lost a screw to you, so you frown, reaching forward to rest a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.
"Please, Anaxagoras. Let's go see Hyacine..." You fret, and he quickly freezes again, insults halting abruptly. His flush deepens, and now he's protesting unconvincingly. He's not winning this, something is definitely wrong, you decide, gently dragging him away to the Twilight Courtyard. "Confounded Titan..." He muttered, with said Titan floating happily beside you.
Inspired by this text from in game:
_the Titan would eventually take over one half of his body. It happened but once- a perfect harmony. One man, one god, speaking in one breath. "Stop stepping forward at the same time as me."_
Mydei (being Mydei) does not get startled by much and is generally unflappable in the face of danger (killing bugs that crawl into the shower somehow before you step in it). However, one thing that seems to consistently get him to jump, just a smidge, is whenever you're creeping up around the house in the dark late at night and you "sneak up" on him while he's also up doing something when you should both be asleep.
One time you went to go get water since you forgot to leave some by your bed before you went to sleep, notice he's in the kitchen too, walk up to ask him why he's awake, and proceed to get smacked in the nose as a result.
"Did you get—Ow! " After realizing you are, in fact, not an intruder, he whispers an apology.
"...Sorry," He murmurs, kissing the sore spot repeatedly. "....Don’t do anything like that again."
Begrudgingly, you accept it simply because with what little light you do have, you can faintly see the guilt eating up in his eyes. Elsewhere, not so much.
"Fineeee. As long as you don't attack me again..." You massage the bridge of your nose. "I don't see the problem."
(Nothing changes after that. If anything, it seemingly got worse and one time he even flipped you over on the couch nearby when you tapped his shoulder to ask if he wanted a bite of your midnight snack)
small quick sketch
No one can tell who he's talking to
That Mydei drabble was almost another fic about sleeping. What were the odds of three in a row
