you glare at him balefully from the other side of the bed, your arms wrapped around you, shivering like a leaf in the wind.
“come on.” he gestures at you, giving you those pleading, adorable, puppy dog eyes.
phainon’s holding the blanket hostage. his arms are open. and the night is very, very cold.
“c’mon,” he coos again, and when he wiggles closer, you find it hard to turn away from the inviting warmth.
“there we go,” he says, voice muffled by the blanket. he bundles you up into his arms, against his solid chest, locking his legs around you. “there you go. come snuggle.”
despite yourself, you find your muscles relaxing, as phainon strokes his fingers through you hair, massaging at the top of your neck. it feels so unfairly nice, the way he envelopes you completely through sheer size alone, holding you with just enough pressure to be cosy.
you try making a sound of displeasure, but it’s hard when your voice is muffled by his chest. and you decide it’s okay if phainon wins - for today, at least.
mydei
“open up,” he tells you sternly.
“no,” you reply sharply. though you suppose your threatening face rather loses its edge when you’re lying weak in bed with a raging fever and a churning stomach.
“don’t be stubborn. i don’t have all day.”
the juxtaposition of big, scary mydeimos trying to feed you a bowl of hot soup he’d made would be quite jarring to the casual onlooker. but for the past few days, you’ve realised that he has the meticulous hand for caring for people as he nursed you slowly but surely back to health.
you squeak in surprise when mydei reaches forward and squishes your cheeks in a hand. he blows on the spoon, and delivers it skilfully into your mouth like a mama bird.
you swallow, because you’re not a child (and his cooking is too good to go to waste.)
“i’m not a baby,” you add uselessly. “you don’t have to feed me.
“i know,” he replies, with the patience of a mother too tired to correct her petulant child, and you feel sufficiently chided that you keep your mouth shut until he's done feeding you.
anaxagoras
it’s not often that anaxagoras keeps his mouth shut, but when he does, you know him well enough to know that he’s observing something.
typically that something is you. but still, you yelp quietly when he seemingly wanders up into your vicinity and claps his hands onto your shoulders.
“what the f- oh.”
anaxa forces your shoulders down, pressing into the pressure points with surprising force. it hurts, but you hadn’t noticed your tenseness until he works it out of you, methodically, robotically. it feels nice - if you put aside who's massaging you and how unfeelingly he's doing it.
“you’ve been… ahem.” he clears his throat. “you’ve been looking very… tense.”
“wow. i wonder why,” you reply drily. wasn’t this a problem of his own making? still, it was nice to be looked after, for once.
both of you spend a moment in silence.
“i’m surprised you noticed,” you murmur faintly.
his silence is notably loud. "...why would i not have noticed?"
"hm," you reply. "i don't know."
perhaps it was the way he seemed to see you as more of an experiment than a human person. if your feelings weren't serving his hypothesis, anaxa tended to brush them off. it was easy to feel lesser-than - even when all the while you were fighting to be otherwise.
you swallow back your pride. “this is… nice,” you force out.
anaxa’s hands pause. “…yes?”
you nod, hesitantly.
“good.” and though you can’t see his face, you get the distinct feeling he might be smiling.
Imagine being crowded in the lift each morning at your workplace. You're stuck in the very corner at the back, trying to breathe amidst the press of cologne and suits.
As luck (good or bad, you haven't decided yet) would have it, you're stuck next to your workplace crush, Anaxa, except everyone calls him by his full name because he gets snappy otherwise. He smells faintly like oil, a very curious detail that you'd always noticed but never had the guts to ask about.
The other person trapping you against the wall is an unfamiliar face. A shock of light blue hair and similarly coloured eyes - oh, he's smiling at you. You flash him a brief smile back. Probably a new intern on the job... his enthusiasm will be gone in a few days though, you're sure of that.
But why's he so huge? Did he use to be some sort of athlete? Such a waste he's stuck here behind a desk like you are, instead of out on the playing field. It feels like he's blocking you off from the rest of the people in the lift, however, and you appreciate that.
Then you're at your floor. Anaxa pushes out ahead of you easily, but you're stuck, still struggling to wade through the crowd.
He turns around to pull you through just as the newbie reaches around you to help. Then all three of you are standing on the lift landing and they're exchanging sharp, tense looks. The greenie introduces himself as Phainon, and would a pretty face like yours please show him to the manager's office? He's new and he'd hate to get lost on his first day.
You can feel Anaxa's disapproval. Is it so hard to follow the signs, or is he just that dumb?
Cue Mydei - heir of the company, grumpy, and very hot-headed. What the hell are you doing standing around here with these idiots?
Then there's you, being pulled each every way, not wanting to trod on any toes but very sure that there's a fight about to break out under your very nose no matter who you choose.
May I ask for some takes on how Anaxa would be in a non con scenario with his darling-- would he drug them? Babytrap them even? or is it a punishment?
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i do know who, and thank you for being here ❤️
yandere anaxa and non-con. TW // allusions to nsfw, yandere, drugging.
they say the easiest way to the heart is through food, and anaxa believes no differently. even if this was a college AU or standard canon setting, his plan would be no different - to drug you, have you, and then trap you in his house. fucking you isn't exactly a key moment in the plan. but it is one he's looking forward to.
anaxa doesn't like the idea of there being a baby between the relationship between you and him (what relationship, honestly?) so he picks a date when you're least fertile, in case... well, in case. yes, he knows your cycle exactly. no, please don't ask how he knows.
it's all too easy for his hand to pass over your drink, or your food, and though you wonder since when did anaxa like standing so close to people, you think nothing about it and carry on, laughing and chatting and none the wiser.
when you begin to stumble, anaxa is there in a flash, taking you away before anyone can notice.
you make it to his home in a blur of dizzying lights and a pounding headache. you feel too warm - or is it anaxa's hands on you, peeling off your clothes insistently, patiently - suddenly he's on top of you, inside you, and you can only bite your lip and try to stifle the embarrassing sounds you're making.
you wake up in his arms. anaxa strokes your hair while he tells you what happened last night. you're shaking. you didn't choose this. or did you? he seems so sure that you did. and he's holding you so tightly... like he won't let you leave.
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gifts they leave you anonymously. gender neutral, reader is mentioned to wear perfume in phainon's part. TW // yandere. happy belated white day. :)
Anaxagoras
When you open your door one morning, you find a small bouquet of your favourite flower and a necklace in its box on your doorstep.
Anaxa watches you, hidden from all sight as you look up and down the street in confusion, then bring both the gifts inside. Good. The tension in his chest eases a little. At least you hadn't thrown them away.
When you meet him in the market (by chance, he says, though he knows that's a lie), he's delighted to see you wearing his gift. He'd picked it out specially for you, knowing that it was too pretty for you not to wear despite its unknown sender.
It brings out your eyes, he wants to tell you. You look wonderful.
"Anaxa? You're staring again."
He blinks. Yes, he'd been staring again, enraptured by your beauty - not just that, but the pendant around your throat, your voice, your curious, concerned expression...
He wets his lips. "My apologies. I had a late night."
"Oh, well." You take the arm he offers to you, the picture of the perfect gentleman. "You really should get more rest. You're always working."
"I'll be fine." Your warmth against his body is impossibly intoxicating. He pulls you a little closer into him. "As you were saying...?"
"Oh, yes!" You finger the pendant absently. "It was so strange. Someone left me flowers and this necklace at my door, but I have no clue who it is. Do you have any idea who it might be?"
He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. "No idea. None at all."
Mydei
A box of chocolates sits in your cubbyhole, nestled next to your bag.
"Did someone leave this here?" you ask. Your colleague simply shrugs.
You lock up for the night, nibbling on one of the chocolates. It's just the right amount of sweetness you prefer.
Well, good food is good food, no matter where it comes from.
"Mydei!" You give the former crown prince a cheerful wave. He's leaning on the wall across the store with his signature smouldering expression, the same way he'd been doing the past few weeks since you'd met him. "Look, someone left me chocolates!"
Mydei tenses. Who? Was there an admirer of yours that he wasn't aware about?
Until you wave his box around, and he relaxes. Of course. He was the only one left with his eye on you, obviously.
"Chocolates?" he scoffs. "They should have left something better."
"Come on now." You bump him with your shoulder, an act only you'd dare to pull off. "It's the thought that counts. I appreciate them... even if you won't."
You narrow your eyes playfully at him. Mydei shoves your face away as gently as he dares, and you reel away laughing.
This is all he'd dare to ask for - simple nights spent walking you home, relishing what little time he might have left with you.
Phainon
You almost miss the letter fluttering in the crack beneath your door.
You nearly step on it on your way out, then quickly lunge after it and snatch it out of the sky before it can fly away.
You turn it over in your hands. It hadn't even come with an envelope, a detail that makes you smile to yourself. What if it'd be raining? It reminded you of one of the people closest to you - Phainon, Chrysos Heir and absolute dork when not on the battlefield.
The paper is heavy and the writing neat and looping. Had the sender commissioned a professional to write this for you?
A call from down the road has you looking up. Speaking of the devil, Phainon was trotting down the street, looking about as cheery as anyone could in the mornings.
"Good morning!" He pulls you into a hug; something that'd been odd to you at first, but you'd gotten used to it eventually. Phainon was affectionate like that, you decided. "What's that?"
He gestures towards the letter in your hand.
"A letter for me, I think." You fold it back in half. "I'll read it later."
"Oh-" Phainon catches your hand. You look at him, startled. "Wh-why not you read it now?"
"What?" You snort with laughter. "You're being weird, but okay."
As you stroll along to your destination, peering at the words carefully, Phainon gazes (read: stares) down at you, taking in every detail of your focused expression, the way your hair catches the wind, relishing the scent of perfume on your skin, still fresh before the sun can sear it away.
What are you thinking about the words he spent so long trying to piece together? Nothing he could say could fully encompass everything he felt for you... but still, he'd had to try.
anaxagoras yandere profile. gender neutral, TW // nsfw mentions, yandere. credits once again to cinnamonest. :)
What is he generally like? Is he self-aware, lucid, or obsessive? How does he behave?
Anaxa has the inherent desire to understand, and through that, conquer. It's the reason why he refuses to acknowledge gods as a power greater than himself, and why he believes strongly that the flame-chase is an unnecessary endeavour.
In that vein, he spirals into a sort of delusional, worshipping, yet condescending attitude towards you. He treats you like... a god in his grasp that he can control and own. We know he's obsessive through and through, and he can be blindsided by his own stubbornness and insistence on being right. (Granted, he usually is, which doesn't help your case.)
He's not quite lucid like Phainon or Mydeimos would be - he acts in his own way, and treats you as some sort of experiment. If you end up loving him back, that's the preferred outcome, but hating him is just an obstacle to him. Anaxa is convinced he would have some way to warm you up to him, just another problem to be solved.
How do you meet him?
I imagine the situation to be something domestic and peaceful - maybe you encounter him in the market and strike up friendly conversation. Anaxa is fascinated by the attitudes of the people of Okhema towards life, their ability to carry on with their grocery shopping and gossips like the world is no bigger than they perceive it. You’re bright but not terribly so, just enough to meet him with an open mind and polite curiosity.
He'd like someone sharp enough to bounce off (dull knives bore him terribly), but not really someone sassier or more troublesome than himself. He likes the feeling of being relied on as well, and having someone to come home to after galivanting about and setting Aglaea's temper off.
How likely will he kidnap his darling?
8.5/10 - it does seem quite likely. Be it in his personal home or in the Grove, Anaxa would want to keep you somewhere where he could monitor you at all times, like mould in a petri dish of his making. If he doesn’t kidnap you, be prepared to have people breathing down your neck at all time; students from the Grove, guards, even Anaxa himself. But it’d be easier for him to simply sweep you up and take you wherever he’s going next.
How difficult is it to escape from him? How does he restrain his darling? How does he deal with attempted escape?
If Anaxa doesn’t presently need you for anything, he doesn’t really care if you’re wandering elsewhere in the house trying to avoid him. He has traps and mazes set up to confuse you and keep you occupied, and when you think you've gotten out, you realise you've just been turning in his palm all along. Difficulty 10/10 - he knows you better than you know yourself.
Attempted escape is just another something he takes in stride. Your penchant for trying to get out all the time is something he encourages to an extent. He nudges you in the direction of little clues, like letting slip that a window is unlocked somewhere, then amuses himself watching you scurry around, straining your mind to work out his puzzles like watching a mouse solve a scientist's maze.
Usually 'punishment' is something of an NSFW nature. It's more of a reward for him, really.
How easy is it to trick, deceive, or manipulate him?
0/10. It's not easy, and Anaxa would never let you even think that you've led him on. It doesn't play to his ego. There's no trickery, deception, or manipulation that he lets slide. This is where he draws the line - lies are a big negative for him, and if you want to piss him off, this is probably how to do it. But I wouldn't recommend it. Anaxa has a fearsome temper.
What kind of punishments would he use?
Anaxa's punishments range from evil (academic) to evil (physical). If he so desires, he sticks you with painstakingly sorting through a stack of papers, arranged by year, in alphabetical order. Tiring, mundane tasks like that. It frustrates you so badly to tears that you often think twice before going against him again.
Evil (physical) punishments would be NSFW. He doesn't really mean for them to be punishments more than he means them to be a reward for himself. He'll deny you pleasure, have you serve him until your jaw aches, leave bites and bruises until you're red and raw. He likes the power that he has over you, and he likes knowing that your body can be manipulated to betray you.
How does he deal with rivals, or perceived rivals?
He doesn't quite perceive people as rivals, but rather nuisances that are getting in his way. Be it a brother who's sniffing around too close to the truth, or a colleague who wants to have a meal with you one time too many, they're all the same to Anaxa. Just another obstacle to be overcome.
He's an efficient individual. He can't really be bothered with the patience of having to manipulate and work someone out of your life, so if they disappear, it's likely that they're dead. Anaxa would never trust anyone other than himself with such an important task, so you can trust that he'd be the one with blood on his hands.
How easy is it to make him mad? What does his anger look like?
Fairly easy, if you know where to hit where it hurts, but it also depends on his mood. Sometimes Anaxa finds it amusing how hard you're trying to rile him up, and he plays your game, deflecting and working you into a corner until you have nowhere to go and have to admit defeat. Other times if he's had a long day, he doesn't quite have the patience to play mind games. You'll quickly find yourself pinned down and silenced that way.
Does he see you as above, beneath, or equal to him?
Beneath him, absolutely. He doesn't believe in gods. What do you think?
How determined is he for you to love him, or is he content just having you?
Anaxa isn't really that determined, honestly. He's here to play the long game, not really to win - if either of you die and you've never loved him, so be it. Some projects are simply destined to end in failure.
That's not to say that he won't try, of course. The fun is in the journey!
General perverseness: How sexual is he? What's his drive like? Touchy?
It's not quite about the pleasure for him, but the power. Like I mentioned earlier, he likes knowing that he's able to manipulate your body and have it betray you - which to him is the ultimate, most intimate betrayal.
He's not against all the pleasure of it all, of course. If he so wished, Anaxa might get turned on by just seeing a sliver of your skin or you could be grinding against him with zero reaction. He treats touch as more of a tool, rather than finding comfort in it i.e. holding you close, restraining you, guiding you through whatever pleasure he wants (or doesn't want) you to experience that day.
What body parts of his darling does he like the most?
Waist. He likes holding you around it (even if you're bigger), tucking you into his side and very much unable to get away. Or he holds you as he guides you up and down as you ride him.
