I feel like childhood bestfriends to lovers fits anaxa so well.. What if reader is anaxa's crush since he was a child? He admires reader because reader is like sun incarnate, they were jolly, full of life and the one who didn't think hes weird and he developed a huge crush on them but reader is oblivious and its a one sided pinning :3 can it be a crack fic?
— ✦ 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.
you'd known each other since very, very little. back when he still had his other eye, back when his sister was still alive. you both went to the same school. the one where he was ridiculed for being wayyy too obsessed with alchemy. you never understood why that was a bad thing. after all, everyone had something they found interesting. some people liked their books, some people liked their fashion, some people liked their sports. how was alchemy any different? they said they thought alchemy was creepy. that he just spewed nonsense all day every day. how old were you back then? probably like 10? maybe a little older... you forget. in school, he was the creepy nerd, you were popular, in a way. you knew everyone and you tried to be friends with all of them. though, when people were excessively mean or bullied others, you kept your distance. but anaxa wasn't mean. so naturally, you wanted to be his friend. the day you'd approached him was... special, to say the least. the other kids were ridiculing him as he walked by with a stack of books and stones. they tried to trip him though he swiftly and calmly avoided it. you were chatting with some friends on the side near the lockers when the scene played before you. you couldn't just stand still and watch, that just didn't sit right with you. so, to everyone's surprise, you stood up for him. "hey! that's not nice!" you screamed as you marched on over to stand between him and the others. your friends tried to pull you back, telling you not to get involved but you simply shook them off with a smile. "y/n? don't get involved, he's just a weirdo freak. he's not worth your time." "then if i was a weirdo freak, could i defend him then?" "wha—?" "you're bullying! there's no excuse for that! he hasn't done anything to you!" anaxa simply stood behind you in shock and suspicion. someone defended him? but that someone was you. you who was popular. you who had no reason to speak up for him. what was your angle? "now say sorry!" "why would we say sorry?? don't tell me you feel bad for the dromas obsessed weirdo! what is he, 5?!" "don't you still pick your nose?! what are you, 2??" snickers and gasps rung through the hallway. "and you suck on your thumb! and you still need to be sung lullabies to go to sleep! i don't see me making fun of you for that!" you crossed your arms in anger. "you have no reason to make fun of him, so say sorry!" "ugh—! s-sorry, weirdo..." "no! be sincere!" "i'm sorry, okay?! jeez..." "hmph, another one! mean it this time!" "i'm sorry!" "again!" he had to admit, this was pretty funny. but he couldn't let his guard down. you were weirder than him, in that regard. but he couldn't help but be a little curious... if alchemy was a all-solving solution, you were a puzzle it couldn't solve. well, he couldn't solve it just yet. but he would. hopefully. maybe. "ugh! you don't mean it at all! here, look!" then, you turned to face him. "anaxa—wait, no—anaxagoras, i'm really really really sorry for all the mean people and mean words. i think you're really cool and i hope we can be friends!" you beamed, extending a hand out to him. he stared at your hand with his two completely occupied with a stack of books. "oh! uh... here, lemme take some! where are you headed?" you smiled, taking some of the weight off of his hands. he wasn't much of a talker. but you sure were. perhaps he'd gotten so used to the ridicule and the mean words, you were such a breath of fresh air. he assumed you had ulterior motives, but you were so... direct. if at any point he questioned something about you, you'd somehow reveal the answer without him having to ask. your straightforwardness was refreshing. and on his way to his study, he found himself smiling. he wasn't sure why. perhaps it was just your presence.
from then on out, you'd spent your days hanging around anaxa. and he... let you.
that was how he phrased it when others asked anyways.
"you're so mean, anaxa!"
"anaxagoras."
"ughh... i thought we were close enough for me to use your nickname..."
he'd never admit out loud that to him, he didn't mind whatever you called him. be it anaxagoras, anaxa, nax-y you tried once. for him, simply hearing you refer to him was more than enough.
then, the dark moments of anaxa's life really rained on him.
the day his sister passed, you were out of town. he had no one, nothing else to depend on for help; not you, not his sister, not the gods. for the first time in a while, he was truly alone. you came back a few days later. but by then, he'd shut the world out. he was working on some personal project. you hadn't yet heard the news. the day you returned, you went searching for anaxa, only to hear a heartbreaking conversation on the street. "his sister passed? how unfortunate." "that poor child, what will happen of him now?" two ladies gossiped, their kids trailing behind them. "serves him right! he was so weird!" "i bet he's gonna use that alchemy stuff to make her into a zombie. blehh!" you rushed over to his house. you never spent a lot of time in his house. it was always you who hosted during get-togethers. that said, he had shown you around and you marvelled at the ceiling. a beautiful mix of blue and purple riddled with white specs he called stars. your eyes lit up the moment you saw it, you never wanted to leave. he eyed your reaction, a faint smile tracing his lips with a rosy blush you couldn't see in the dark. his room was filled to the brim with books and dromas plushies. it was very him. but he said he preferred your room so of course you let him in all the time. this time, you ran towards his room, hoping he was doing alright. you banged on the door, screaming his name. you were met with no response. you tried again. nothing. you grew antsy almost immediately, you couldn't sit still. what to do, what to do? well, he showed you where he (his sister) kept the spare key. you weren't big on invading other people's spaces but... you knew anaxa. he wouldn't admit it but he preferred having someone. you quickly inserted the key into the keyhole and the door unlocked with a simple click. you pushed the door open with all your might and ran up the stairs, calling his name. nothing. the door to his room was closed. you calmed your racing heart and with a steady breath, knocked on his door. "...anaxa?" nothing. "...anaxagoras...?" a faint weeping. "i'm coming in, okay!" inside was a boy. a vulnerable, crying boy. though he had the same mint green hair and robes, this was someone you didn't recognize. anaxagoras had never been so exposed before you. and he was clutching his eye. a violent gold liquid seeped through the gaps in his fingers. his sobs echoed through the room as he weakly called out the name of his sister. his knees fell to the ground and his tears all but stopped. without even thinking, you ran to him. wrapping your arms around him, letting him lean against you. his golden blood fell onto your clothes, so did his tears. you pat him on the back slowly, hoping to calm him down. "i'm here... i'm so sorry anaxa..."
you were the last thing he had in his life. and to him, you were all he needed. after that day, he became amphoreus' blasphemer, its great performer, the foolish. but to you, he was still anaxa. you stood by his side since the very beginning. and you stayed by his side after everything.
it was no wonder he fell for you.
if only you could get the hint.
yeah, that's enough of the sentimental backstory, the heartwarming anecdotes and whatever.
he often described you as a dense idiot. dense was a kind word for how much torment you've put him through throughout the many, many years you've been by each other's side.
may cerces help him.
nope.
scratch that.
even cerces can't help him with you. sorry man, she's stumped (haha tree pun. anyways.)
in the fabled story between cerces and mnestia. cerces took a while to realize her feelings. it seems the roles have been swapped here. anaxagoras knew almost immediately. you?
oh you...
where to begin.
maybe back when you were young tweens and he actively confessed to you??? and you didn't get it???
the first time he showed you his room. you sat on one of his dromas bean bags while gazing up at the stars alongside him. you pointed out a shape you found between two stars. you decided to name it, it was your guys' constellation. you said, anytime you look up at these 'stars', you can imagine i'm that one and you're that one! we'll always be together! you meant absolutely nothing with that other than strengthening your friendship. meanwhile he was freaking out. perhaps it was the romantic, moonlit atmosphere (there was no moon, you guys were inside), perhaps it was the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight (again, no moon); but anaxa believed this to be the perfect time to confess. "y/n. i like you." "i like you too, anaxa! i'm so glad we're friends!" oookay then. nevermind. not the perfect time. maybe next time... when you're older...
or all those little moments he carefully crafted to make your affinity for him rise. ever since you first met. yeah it's... been a while.
in fact, i think he kept a journal. an observation journal. based on age. he believed that was the problem. let's read some passages, shall we?
page 1. 10 years old. action: gave her flowers. response: smile and thanks. went dandelion blowing afterwards. no progress. next steps: flowers with romantic meaning. see: roses, germinis, bluebells, and peonies. page 759. 11 years old. action: sleepover at her house. response: sleepover calendar. no progress. next steps: bring to my house, close bed distance. page 2037. 12 years old. action: met my sister. she pushed towards discussion of significant others. response: "anaxa is a great friend. i'm sure he'll meet someone amazing. he deserves only the best." no progress. next steps: confess? page 4912. 13 years. action: confessed. response: "i like you too, anaxa! i'm so glad we're friends!" no progress. next steps: clarify the want for a romantic relationship. page 7821. 14 years. action: studied together in dim lighting. tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. response: nothing. no progress. next steps: ? page 9023. 15 years. action: discussed romantic relationships. response: "i'm not sure. i haven't really thought about it!" no progress. next steps: ?? page 11 934. 16 y. action: bought her a bouquet for valentine's day. response: thanks, expressed reciprocation for white day. no progress(?). next steps: more gifts? page 13 823. 17 y. action: invited her to prom. response: accepted. progress? next steps: match dress, tie, and corsage. page 17 012. 18 y. action: bought graduation flowers. response: "i'm so glad we're friends." crying. no progress. next steps: page 20 349. 19. action: dinner date. response: smile. no progress. page 23 038. 20. action: confession. response: "are we not already in a relationship? we've been friends for how long now?" no progress. page 26 035. 21. confession. no progress. page 28 0182. 22. dinner date. blush? could be from wine. progress(?) page 31 048. 23. adopted a pet together. named it. progress(?) page 33 550 (iykyk). 24. confessed. no progress.
...
let's just stop there for him.
wait, did i say one journal? ah, silly me. i meant one journal per year. see, there was too much to fit in one book. so he filled multiple. in time, he even dedicated a shelf in his study for this collection.
those page numbers?
yeah, that's collective. each entry only really took 1/4th of a page so... you can guess how hard its been.
he's truly tried everything.
perhaps the conclusion here is that the problem wasn't age. the problem was you.
but... as agonizing as trying is with you.
he doesn't mind, as long as he gets to spend a little more time with you. after all, maybe he is but a mere star in your orbit, but that will never stop him from basking in your warmth.
@ dreamyy . 2026
