synopsis ; your neighbor that had a secret crush on you attempted to leave hints and roses about his love for you. on valentines day, he left a little fluffy surprise.
dawn’s opine ; SAY IT AIN’T SO, I WILL NOT GO. TURN THE LIGHTS OFF, CARRY ME HOME. NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA (title from all the small things by blink-182) by the way this fic was supposed to be written during VALENTINES but clearly we aren’t there.
1k , fluff , modern!au-ish , neighbor!phainon , snowy exists as a medium , amphoreus isn’t doomed , this is so fucking cheesy
honkai star rail masterlist !
IT WAS ALWAYS AT THE SAME HOUR without fail. there would always be a bouquet of roses by the stairs every two weeks, with a little message that wrote something like : "you were really beautiful today, i hope these cheer you up :)" in the most delicate handwriting ever.
you paid no mind to the roses though, as they did, in fact, cheer you up every time.
you lived in aedes elysiae. it was somewhere by the seaside.
the smell of wood from the docks, the scent of wheat when children ran in them, and somehow the stench of fish. it wasn’t exactly a bad stench, but it wasn’t really easy on the nose.
point is, it was safe and just above the average population for a small fishing village. to you, this was home.
then there was that boy that looked like the gods had graced them with a part of their beauty and hope and gave it to him. that boy was phainon. he was young man, an admirable warrior, and a lovely neighbor.
he’s talked to you a few times. he was cheery and fun to be around. he always respected you and brought you food a few times with the excuse of "oh! i made too much food" with the sweetest, sheepish smile to his face.
recently, you’ve been receiving roses. they were in your favorite color. you didn’t pay no mind to it and picked it up when it read, "i hope this’ll cheer you up, you looked a bit down today :(" which was true, you were in a sour mood due to a stomachache that did not want to let you go, no matter how many times you’ve sat down or took some pills to ease the pain. you probably ate something bad that day.
the roses did lighten things up a little bit, and you kept them in a vase. when phainon came around the next week, you noticed that his eyes were on the roses for a little too long before looking at you again.
ever since then, every thursday, every two weeks, special colored roses would appear on your doorstep with a little note that seemed to brighten the heart. they were always sweet and heartfelt, nothing creepy.
phainon would always make sure that you got them and ensured that no one saw him dropping them off. if you knew, he’d probably faint.
truth was, phainon was kind of shy. he didn’t know how to act if he saw a pretty person in front of him.
so the only thing he could do was play secret admirer.
leaving little notes and your favorite colored flowers was the least phainon could do. sometimes, he’d slip in your favorite chocolates too, just to see that smile on your face when you receive them.
whenever phainon came by your place to chat, he’d always eye and smile at what happened to the roses. they were neatly kept in a vase on a table by the door, next to some dog treats you always gave his dog whenever he yapped by.
he hoped you didn’t notice his odd behavior once the bouquet thing started happening, but he knew you weren’t dumb.
he heavily disliked- not hated, disliked- your perceptiveness. he usually admired it, but right now he didn’t like it.
…
today was a day where phainon wanted to pass away.
phainon promised himself he’d confess his feelings on valentines day. he’d repeatedly mustered up the courage and kept practicing his confession in the mirror for the next four months before february. but today, his anxiety levels skyrocketed and he didn’t know what to do.
snowy was watching him slowly panic, yapping and jumping to place his forelegs on his legs. yapping again and again as if he was telling him to shut up and get out there.
phainon looked at snowy once. "buddy, i don’t know what to do. what if—" snowy barked again, stopping his intrusive thoughts.
but a bright idea came into phainon’s mind. it would be cheesy, but snowy was always an amazing icebreaker.
…
you got a notification on your phone for movement from your doorbell ring camera. were they your yaoi stickers?
you hurriedly went down to inspect the door, peeking through the peephole, only to see… absolutely nothing.
you opened the door to see what it was, and there he was.
phainon’s dog, snowy, sitting with a bouquet of roses and your own personal favorite flowers on his back, strapped with a harness, and a letter clamped in his mouth. his tail was wagging happily when he saw you emerge.
"what d’you get for me, buddy?" you smiled, crouching down to pet his furry head, slightly jumping when your hand touched his head. you gave him a treat.
you gently took the letter from his mouth and opened it. it smelled like the sun… and dog breath.
"this is a really terrible form of confession but i got too shy. i promised myself i’d be brave enough but that was a big lie. i’m so sorry, i wish i could’ve done this better. :( will you be my valentine anyway, [name]?"
you knew it was phainon for a while, but you didn’t quite have the proof yet. you held the letter with a smile on your face. "come on snowy, let’s go back to phainon." you ushered. he yipped and jumped around. luckily, his place was just a 30 second walk from yours.
you went up to phainon’s house and knocked on his door. you knew he was in there. you could see a tuft of white hair peeking out from the window.
you waited patiently until he was ready to open the door. it creaked open with tension.
"hey, [name]! uh, did you—" you didn’t wait for him to speak and pressed your lips on his. phainon stood still for a heartbeat or two.
did you just really do this? oh my god, are you actually kissing me?
but before he could pull you in closer, you already pulled away. his hand hovered over your waist, slightly trembling.
"does that answer your question?" you asked. he nodded frantically. this must be a dream come true.
Platonic cuddling mydei & cas….. castorice being desperately lonely and touch-starved and Mydei noticing and offering to hold her since he’s the only one who can touch her and at first cas says no not wanting to trouble him but eventually she gets low enough to take him up on it
She’s all apologetic about it because she thinks she’s being a burden but mydei is just steadfast like “i wouldn't have offered if i didn’t mean it” and finally she relaxes into it and just *melts* because mydei gives really really good hugs and she hasn't touched anyone in so long...
And he lets her stay there for as long as she wants/needs because he empathizes with the way she suffers even if its not in perfectly the same way as his own curse so it makes him happy to see her happy. she's nuzzling into him like a cat and just soaking up the warmth and mydei's just calmly talking to phainon or sipping pomegranate juice while she recharges as much as she needs.
cas is all embarrassed about it the first time because she feels like mydei is gonna lose some of his respect for her or think she's weak or be angry with her for hurting him/taking advantage of the offer but mydei just waves her off and says that he's glad he could do something for her to make her happy. and she's especially worried that phainon is going to get the wrong idea so she goes to talk to him about it and apologize to him too but phainon just smiles at her like "it makes him happy to know that his power can help people" and he isn't angry at all
I just think they’d have such a strong bond okay i need to see more of it
character: anaxa <33
genre: p0rn w/ plot
summary: having anaxa as a roommate doesn’t go as planned.
warnings: afab reader, modern au, reader is mentioned to smoke weed, anaxa is a lil shit, closet perv anaxa, panty stealing, masturbation, i believe in freaknaxa supremacy, uhm lazy ending but there will be a pt2 dw
a/n: shout tf out to @astofofo for this idea omfg
you first met anaxa when you’d posted the ad for a new roommate—the last one had ended up stealing some of your shit, and when you found out, and while you had been contemplating not renewing the lease with them, this was the final straw and cemented your decision.
he seemed sensible enough, if not a little arrogant? or snarky.., but all around well rounded and exactly what you were looking for in a roommate—besides, he had mentioned that you two wouldn’t even have to interact at all, something that pleased you greatly considering how clingy your last roommate was and how tired you were.
little did you know that you would end up falling hard for mr. anaxagoras.
it started with small things—his mannerisms, the way he spoke, ..his good looks, obviously, how fucking smart he was?? even if he made you feel like a fucking idiot sometimes. even if he had a bit of a tendency, not to mansplain, but as you’ve begun affectionately calling it, anaxsplain. because you wholeheartedly believed he was just.. Like That. and that he would always anaxsplain regardless of his gender.
it wasn’t until things started going missing that you began to wonder if you’d made a mistake. but.. it wasn’t things your old roommate had stolen (like your weed, money, even some of your favorite clothes), no, it was something much more intimate this time..
the first time your panties had disappeared, you just assumed you misplaced them…. until they showed up washed and in your drawer unprompted when you swear you looked there. ..it didn’t occur to you until a few months later, when this became a repeated offence that maybe your roommate had something to do with this..?
no, surely not. he doesn’t seem like the type, right? he always paid his portion of the rent on time, made sure you paid yours on time, even cooked dinner for the both of you from time to time. a man like that had no business stealing your underwear….
so, you simply deluded yourself into believing that it was some other factor for your magically disappearing and then reappearing, freshly washed panties..!
the first night you were out with a friend, though, you had told anaxa, just so somebody would know where you were and what you were doing while you were out and about. anaxa, of course, took note of this, and waited until at least half an hour after you were gone to stalk into your dark bedroom. god forgive him for what he’s about to do, but…. it really isn’t his fault! you were just so.. tempting! you may have fallen first, but anaxa fell harder. much harder than he’d like to admit.
already in his casual wear for the evening, he sits on the edge of your bed, feeling the mattress dip beneath him as he imagines you sitting by his side—or maybe on his lap. either way, he thinks about the two of you kissing, slowly at first, building up to something much more heated. leaning back into the bedding, he can feel his blood starting to flow to his dick instead of his brain, and he lets out a quiet sigh before readjusting himself to lay in your bed fully so he can rest his head against your pillows.
slowly, one hand trails down his abdomen, pretending it was your fleeting touch, until it reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. god… should he really commit to the bit like this?
his cock twitches in response to his moral dilemma before he gives into his more perverse desires and uses both hands to tug his pants down to his knees, followed by his boxers, and he inhales sharply at the feeling of the cold air of your room hitting his sensitive and flushed cockhead. that part was on him, though… as of late, he’d taken to setting the thermostat to colder than it usually was, just to see your stiffened nipples through your shirt whenever you weren’t wearing a bra around the house.
spitting into his hand—he wishes it was your saliva—he grasps his twitchy shaft before slowly starting to jerk it up and down….
“mmh,” he hums softly, grateful that you had mentioned something about staying the night at a friend’s tonight. this would give him plenty of time to jork it and cover his tracks by washing your sheets!
truthfully speaking, he came much faster than he’d care to admit.. and then twice over. sure, he was a little overstimulated, but he doesn’t know when he'll get this chance again! he simply just took advantage of it, that's all. i mean, why wouldn’t he? when you were so…. he doesn’t have the words for it, and perhaps that was part of the reason he was enamored by you.
finishing himself off for the fourth and final time around one in the morning, he takes a long moment to merely lay there and recuperate so he could wash your bedspread clean of his sins. he even stays up the whole laundry cycle so he can make your bed to even neater than before he’d soiled your resting place.
he’s finally done around seven, and he’s quite pleased with himself this time. sure, he’d jerked himself off with your panties before, but that was in the privacy of his own bedroom. what he had done tonight was something else entirely….
sitting on the edge of your bed once more, he falls back onto the comforter and closes his eyes as his pretty green hair sprawls out behind him and his breathing begins to slow. he was exhausted after tonight’s gooning session—not that he would EVER. refer to it as that—and couldn’t resist the temptation of sleep as a little smile tugs at the corners of his full lips.
unfortunately for anaxa, you had come home around 9:30, stumbling to your room hungover as hell when you spotted him just laying there, on your freshly made bed. because you know you hadn’t washed your sheets in perhaps an embarrassing amount of time. oh wow. what were you supposed to do with this situation..?
deciding to let him rest and spare him the embarrassment, you make your way to the living room and crash on the couch until around noon. and whenever you woke up, you realized you had been covered with a blanket in your slumber—and the only person who could’ve done this was your roommate, of course. man…. he’d been oddly considerate recently, so.. maybe you should do something for him? ..but what? certainly something to think on.
anaxa, who had woken from his nap about half an hour after you got home and passed out on the couch, quickly flees your room, gently shutting the door behind him, and silently prays you weren’t home yet—or that you at least hadn’t stopped by your room…… even if he knows that may be unlikely. okay, well at least there was no evidence of his jizz on your bedsheets, so you couldn’t exactly accuse him of anything other than missing you (and he did, but you weren’t allowed to know that).
when he finds you asleep on the couch in the living room, he feels some sense of relief as he grabs a blanket from .. well, wherever y’all decided to store them before making his way over to your peaceful form and he can feel his heart clench a bit. … what an odd feeling. it was one he wasn’t used to, so he wasn’t sure how to interpret his feelings, but he did know that he needed to touch you… to dissect you and devour you whole.
a few days soon go by and you can feel a certain tension in the air beginning to thicken. ever since you found him conked out in your freshly made bed?? something had to be up. men don’t just fuckin’ wash your sheets and make your bed for you. not unless they wanted something from you, or perhaps just you yourself.
then, one day, you both happened to be in the hallway at the same time—which would normally be fine except for the fact that, uhm. well, you really can’t help the way your eyes take in his half naked form—the way his towel is slung so low on his hips should be illegal.
okay so clearly you had just caught him as he’d gotten out of the shower, which would be fine except for the fact that he had a noticeable boner through the thin fabric that was covering his dick, but not his prominent v–line. good lord he looked delicious.. suddenly you were overcome with the urge to lick him, and you can feel your mouth starting to pool with drool. damn!! take a breath, thirsty; he cannot know that you wish he’d give you a chance.
later that night though, you couldn’t help the way one of your hands snuck past the waistband of your panties and started toying with your clit—gently at first, just to tease yourself, until the image of a mostly naked anaxa popped into your mind, and all of sudden you found yourself jerking it to the thought of the erection you’d caught sight of earlier.
“nngh,” you moan softly, momentarily forgetting about your thinner than you’d prefer walls as two of your fingers come to gather slick from your hopelessly empty cunt to further lubricate your clit. “‘n–naxa,” you whine, back arching a bit as you work yourself up to an orgasm.
you don’t even notice the way your door slowly opens and how anaxa stands there ominously—silently listening to your whimpers and whines of his name, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t start palming his hardening dick at your pretty noises.
“aa–aah!” you cum with a cry, hips lifting off the bed as you rub yourself through your orgasm, when you finally noticed that stupid green haired man standing there. what the fuck!? how long had he been there!?
“an–anaxa!” you squeal, sitting up in bed and yanking your hand out from between your legs. “wh–what the fuck are you doing here!?” you ask him incredulously.
“you aren’t exactly quiet, y’know,” he tells you bluntly. “i was going to offer my assistance since i noticed you eye fucking me earlier, but it seems you took care of yourself well enough,” he says indifferently, but secretly aching with the need to touch and fuck you. maybe.. just maybe if he played his cards right….. tonight could be the night..?
“you— huh?” you say dumbfoundedly, jaw dropping. what!! what was he implying by that! “well— just hold on a second–!” oh, this was going to make for a great conversation...
