#anaxadei

[yurithraa]

i love myphai

[voidcat]

notes: gn!reader x Anaxagoras — u can pretend this is canon compliant or modern au, wtv fancies your boat. First kiss trope (implied). Yes it’s two in the morning. Free me T-T

When you catch Anaxagoras by himself again, by the empty hall, you think maybe this is your chance. Now or never, what’s there to lose? Save for your dignity maybe, and the face you’ll have to be wearing whenever you look at him for the rest of your life— the more you think, the worse it gets. Each more possibility that crosses your mind is uglier than the previous and only mocks you further.

“Could I… ask you something?” The words leave your mouth and you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder. They got out just fine, you even sounded your professional voice! Alas, you scramble over the rest, like a broken dam, once your mouth has been opened, you cannot close it- call it nerves, the name of your executioner.

Stumbling over your words and overthinking out loud, he watches with confusion with a tilt of his head for a while- that is, until he takes pity on you and interrupts. Usually crossed arms now dropped to his sides, he says “Why don’t you ask me first and worry about the possibilities later?”

Were it not the predicament you’ve created for yourself and the awkward nature of your question, you could maybe even find him a tad amused in the moment, a slight glee to his voice. So you take a deep breath in, stop fiddling with your fingers and ask Anaxagoras if you can kiss him. Your worries only begin to grow the longer he remains silent- too deep in his endless train of thoughts spiraling that he didn’t realize he forgot to answer your question.

Meanwhile you’re going through several stages of death, anguish and every gut wrenching, souls wrecking, ‘May the gods hear my plea and open up a hole so I can jump right in and disappear from the face of earth’ wishing emotional turmoil possible- too caught up in your head to voice his eye wide open in surprise, his mind working at a speed rivaling yours in that moment.

He can barely react as you make a move to leave. Just as you mumble something falling to deaf ears and echoing against the lonely walls, turning on your heel to make your flee, he reaches out and grabs your wrist. Both of you stand frozen at the sudden contact, just staring at one another until he breaks the silence; saying just because he fell silent doesn’t imply he answered your question negatively.

It takes you by surprise, a ringing to your ears, a fog inside your skull maybe- it sounds unreal, unbelievable. Was it not for your wrist still in his hold, you’d be pinching yourself right now.

A moments breath passes, then another. Hands barely grazing his vest, you stand on your toes, with your movement, he moves in too, closing the space between the two of you quicker. A lithe kiss that barely touches, your breath on his lips tickles.

The kiss is small and shy ‘all that fuss and worrying for something this feeble?’ And you don’t know if this thought belongs to you or what you fear he thinks. So before you can worry any further, he leans in for the second time and kisses you properly. Any other thought, in that moment, ceases to exist.

[voidcat]

Every once in a while as the two of you walk, you’ll lean your head or cheek to Anaxagoras’ shoulder and he finds the notion cute. Sometimes it even feels like slightly rubbing your face to him like a cat does to humans.

Until one day too late when he’s not wearing his cape, shoulders uncovered and your face not anywhere near him during the whole walk does he realize, as you pause to take your glasses off and clean them with the hem of your shirt’s sleeve— his step still in the air, he connects the dots that you only ever do that while wearing glasses, sure there was a hint of sentimentality behind the action too but my primary goal was always something other than simply resting your chin and being close to him.

When confronted you’re too ashamed to neither respond in your defense nor reveal to him your real primary goal was to inhale his scent— that the taking advantage the situation was just a pragmatic bonus…

[voidcat]

oh, you miss anaxa? you miss the way he's way too close in the cramped bathroom? the way he's hovering behind you as he slowly scrubs down your body with care and meticulousness. the way his breath is warm against the nape of your neck while his fingers trace the shape of your body, etching every single detail into his memory?

i just want you to know i was plagued by more thoughts and visions TO THIS DAY (june 4th.............. around 7am) blowing u up with my mind my revenge shall be glorious mark my words

info: anaxagoras/gn!reader. suggestive content if u squint ig......... i could make a wrote this w one hand joke but i shall reserve it for potential future stuff............. anyways.............

it comes so naturally, your mind never questions the whole... predicament the two of you are in. anaxagoras' presence brings forth something tender, a taste of nostalgia, a longing for the past.

sure, there are few nasty gossips revolving the heretic professor and the eccentric student who is yet to leave the grove but how can one pay a mind to any of those when such talented hands etch into your soul, gently scrub your skin with a care and love one yearns and looks for even after far into adulthood.

it feels... nice, to having been taken care of, to feel the warmth of another soul with you. and so it doesn't catch you off guard, nor does it make you jump, when he cradles you from behind, chest pressed against your back, feeling every bump and curve of his skin, the thin washcloth hangs low on his hips.

the water is warm but you feel nothing of it-- compared to how his breath fawns against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, the stimuli feels too much and like nothing at once, leaving behind a feeling of dizzyness.

the temperature of the water does not help your case at all, you presume. water coming straight from the source, it has to be cooled down manually. steam falls down in the stone bathroom but does nothing to hide your flushed faces. the cold of the stone bath does not make you jump but his hands do, when they trail just a little low, linger just a little longer than what's accepted as appropirate.

maybe to the outer eye, all the alarm signs are there, yet you pay it no mind. not when the senses overwhelm, the heart overweights logic. it is so easy to just close your eyes and let it be, to let loose and embrace something for just the two of you-- behind closed doors, a moment uninterrupted, unintruded, save for ragged breaths and shaky limbs.

[voidcat]

Sleepover date with Prof Anaxagoras that your local barista absolutely did not force him into ^_^ picrew link

[voidcat]

{ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 }

art by @/mzredart on vgen | dividers by @/diviniyae | please do not save or repost !

The sound of a door opening and closing gently courses through the air, the clink of the tiny bell above alerting the odd shop of newcomers.

A small space, crowded and burstling with trinkets, decorations, traces of years long lived memories and whatnot; the fresh eyes observe the place with sparkles in their eyes.

In the far back of the store, out of the eye, in a small corner by an intricate shelf sits two dolls, facing more each other than the outside world.

The dolls, although not quite special on their own, are a pair inseparable. Having seen through and lived through many rough ages, the traces of the times seen on the corners of their worn out clothes, a thread there and there popping out only for the keen eyes that see through the veil.

The little shop owner recalls a time the dolls were spotted by someone, displaying their fascination and interest.

She only let out a hearty chuckle then, catching the stranger by surprise-- "I'm afraid that's not possible." she said, "These dolls have been together for longer than anything, who knows what's to come if someone dared separate them." At her words, the stranger's face pales at the implication. One to find such baseless rumors normally ridiculous, the stranger cannot help but feel unease-- something tugging at their soul for even considering such a thing.

The dolls sit there, one with his fate incomplete; the other with a soul to match-- eyes only for each other, a sliver of something wicked, a glint of life within the buttons carely stitched, as if they know no matter what, they will find their way to one another always.

[voidcat]

(modern setting but) Deliberately using religiously-rooted phrases that made their way into daily language like “oh my god” “may god be with you/guide you” “inshallah” “wallahi” etc around Anaxagoras just to get on his nerves and watch him scrunch his face as he pinches the bridge of his nose

He does give up one day and ask why you do so when you’re not exactly particular on religions yourself. All his resolve down the drain, you can see absolute defeat in his face, the way his shoulders have dropped- he does look a tad more exhausted than his usual, maybe you should’ve been easier on the poor man for once.

Seeing you shrug nonchalantly was not on his list of possible answers for sure. As someone who respects his wishes and ways of order to go through with his day, that one particular thing had been nagging at him for a while now. Your demeanor now only makes it worse. With a huff, he rolls his eye, “You’re quite the walking contradiction yourself. Though I find it still up to debate whether it comes naturally or something you’ve carefully crafted over the years.”

With his words out, Anaxagoras turns to redirect what remains of his attention to his work and reach out for his tea- startled when your sudden chuckle fills the air in the empty room.

Resting your elbow on the desk, you use your hand to support your chin and lean towards him, nothing much, mere five centimeters maybe, but enough to make him freeze on the spot- Anaxagoras begins to feel blood rushing to his face at the close proximity.

“Would you like to hear the generic answer or the hidden agenda?” You make him the offer, smiling ever so slightly. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, your index finger shoots up from its spot as you shake it left and right in the air. He can hear you clicking your tongue at his impatience already.

“You can choose only one~. But don’t you worry, there’s truth to them both~”

Dragging the words in a sing song matter, you tilt your head to the side as you watch his expression shift, waiting like a feline in ambush, eyes twinkling.

From confusion to assessing the possibilities, Anaxagoras’ face undergo several changes. He scrunches up his nose again, then pouts for a while, finger tapping against the deck three times, red spreads over his cheeks but not all the way over to his ears— you’ve seen him gotten red all the way up to his ears only once and wonder what else would push him to that stage again.

“I’d like to hear the latter.” His voice interrupts your train of thoughts and you smile. He can guess the former pretty much like anyone and he must be aware you’d not have voiced it like this, was this not your true intention all along.

You blink at him and retract that hunter’s grin. “I like the expressions you display and the sudden change to your body language whenever I speak- or act like that.”

As the last word leaves your mouth, you’ve already pulled your hand back to your lap, leaning back, eyes closed and the ghost of a shrug he can trace the edges of as if it was how the kids annoyed you today that you’re talking about and not a blatant confession regarding your actions.

Hairs on edge, Anaxagoras finds a whirlpool of emotions brewing within him, again with that rush of blood and eye wide open— too slow to react and mask that initial shock all over him, he feels the beating of his heart painfully loud within his body and in his mind, the sound echoing, a dizzying mixture with the sight of you.

Crossing your arms before you, you tilt your head to the side again as you watch him, drinking in the scenes that unfold before your eyes—

Your smile is not as untamed but gentle now, with a hint of smugness for a change. There’s now an air of peace and content to you that you don’t often display— not together at the very least. The glint of satisfaction in your eyes mirroring that of a researcher pleased with their most recent experiment’s results; Anaxagoras soon gathers himself and coughs, earning a giggle from you as you unfold and scoot closer to him, redirecting your attention to the papers before him.

For a second, your gaze darts to his ear and back at the material laying on the desk— beginning to hum a melodic tune, you do sound content and jolly for the remainder of the hour as the two of you continue work and discuss the material at hand.

[voidcat]

not really a headcanon but I keep getting this image of you and Anaxagoras sitting outside a little cafe eating breakfast, croissants and coffee and fresh juice

ANOOOOOON PLEASE THIS IS SO CUUUUUUUTE 😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞

i think modern au anaxadei definitely does that, sometimes at my cafe at the early opening hours. he has a habit of forgoing breakfast when he's too focused on work and studies so i have to drag his ass to a cute place for a nice breakfast and a break!! a healthy body makes for a healthy and happy brain!!!!! now eat and rest if you want to work at your full capacity you arrogant stubborn man!

croissants aside i think with the whole hellenoturkism (i think thats the proper name for it?? ) on days where we have no hurry, it'll be a wider spread breakfast with many variations of food and lots of lots of tea (one thing i haven't been able to pinpoint yet is if he would be an avid tea drinker like me even in summer.... it just hits different, i will revoke his balkan card if he wont down at least two glasses of hot freshly brewed tea first thing in the morning🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

if you see us outside munching please drop by for a hi anon and join us for breakfast!!!! dont worry i'll always pick places where the fruit juice is fresh and not store bought and we ca have a little cup of coffee to help digestion afterwards as we discuss our days and what to do for today!