#anaxadei

[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.

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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.

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(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.

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aurora's "running with the wolves" has a scene set in my mind already:

technically anaxagoras x reader/self insert. idk wanted to go for a different writing style) consider this a moment stripped away that plays around.

Running into the nighttime, chasing after something gone, something you dont even know if exists. To the outside world, during the daytime you act fine, a normal recovering person, as good as new, or as good as anything new can be- without any preminent experience to shape you, without any memories to guide you, all the key scenes missing at the core.

So you chase after the sliver of a fire resembling something you saw in a dream long ago. It's a hare, a butterfly, it rushes and departs further from you. It sits atop the high notes and waits for you to catch up, offering you the illusion of chance, to be able to say when you return defeated once more with empty hands: "But i've tried my best" It offers solace but is it truly out of mercy or mocking you in the face?

You run and run- Chase after it. Run into the graceful lady who offered you help and a place to reside in. Welcoming and forgiving, understanding, greets you with the same beautiful smile and asks if something's wrong. You have to swallow and shake your head, say you were just looking for something flying by- A childhish curiosity and nothing deeper underneath. She seems to think for a moment, gaze always empty and unfocused, says maybe it was the birds, they like to gather round and begin their song of creation in secret when the city still sleeps.

You partake, words of gratitude spill from your lips. Nobody buys the act but both of you leave it as it is, untempered, undisturbed.

And you begin to run once more, chasing that unknown, that impossible. Lungs burning, throat hurting, everything in your body louder than the world, senses set ablaze you run like your life- Your existence depends on it.

Running until your feet scrape against the cobblestones, until you feel a pain stabbing through your ankle- until you're slammed facefirst into a mandatory stop, crashing against a figure.

The man looks at you gentle, apologetic- Something in his face tingles but you cannot put your finger on it. A piece of the puzzle called "past" or someone important for your future? Does it matter? He seems to say something but holds back, waiting- Chest rising rapid like yours, out of breath, out of time-- something's always missing, always in the wrong place.

In a rush and embarrassed, you make to get up and separate yourself from him. You don't know if you miss the warmth already. you still don't know what you were looking for. It now seems foolish to chase after something fleeting, and so your apology dies as soon as it gets past your lips- What would it amount to any way?

"i'm sorry i was chasing after a ghost and crashed onto you."

"forgive me but have you seen the hare? it could be a butterfly too. it was fast, and primal, something purely animalistic that we all seem to lack. true to itself."

"my deepest apologies, i was too engrossed running i hadn't seen you there."

"where have you been? where have you gone to? do you know me, not the one of present but at my most vulnerable?"

"i'm looking for something missing, have you seen it?"

Without a word, you leave. All the questions eating at you and you depart. Once chasing, now running away- You can hear a hand reaching out, a man too afraid of the chase while you're to scared to grasp at the truth. It's still night time and you do not know if you're out of time.

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hellooooo my beloved!! this is only part one of your birthday present because something else is running a little late >////<

but in the meantime anaxagoras is going to take you out on a little date to spoil our most favourite, most beloved little smarty pants with a birthday filled with love and melancholy alike!

may this new year bring a sense of security, belonging and joy to your life. i'm very happy to have met you and even prouder to have managed to woo you >:)

i will pester you with more soon! <3

HELLOOOO?? Wait— hold up HOLD GHE TRACKS EAIT WHAT—

Wym only a part wym running late WHAT ARE YOU UP TO WHAT DID YOU DO—

MY SWEETEST DEAREST WINTER your friendship is such a gift in and of itself I couldn’t possibly have asked for anything else. Thank you for your wishes (and the cute little mental image you’ve planted into my head hehehehe) I hope my year goes just as you’ve said, spent together, where we share many joys and even sorrows of life and continue to strengthen our bond when we both keep thinking it cannot run deeper than this… 💕💕💕😭😭😭🫶

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hiiiiiiii <3

i hope you're well, i hope you're eating your apples and playing loser queue with narumi <33

i'm here for some bugging questions about your babies

who would you be able to take in a physical fight?

are you sentimental towards items that could have a connection to your relationship? (like keeping movie tickets, stealing forks from restaurants, a necklace...)

i know this about caleb, but what was your first impression of one another with your other f/os? :>

also, who is your current top 3 so i can come back with specific questions eventually~

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i hope youre doing well and alright dearest <3 uninstalled league and yk that saying w apples and doctors... 🥱🥱🥱 (dont tell them i said that... i dont wanna have to get another restraining order...)

1. Dazai for sure. Scaramouche maybe because we both play dirty and he seems to rely more on his electro abilities than pure strength, with the element of surprise or if his puppet body is like a typical robot’s (that I know basics of) I can use these to my advantage (by using the environment as well yk) also Narumi after a 10+ lose streak for sure lmaooo. I think Anaxagoras is somewhere in between so I’m giving him 50/50

2. Yeah 😔😔😔 I’m a trinket collector through and through so no matter the selfship that’s a constant pattern. I think the most recent example I can give is I like to tie and replace that red fabric/ribbon around Anaxagoras’ right bicep often so I’ll have all the prev (dirty until washed) ones accessible and he will always carry a memory of him at all times. Half of Togame’s colored shades collection now resides in my place too, I’ll even randomly dig out a pair in the pockets of my jackets sometimes lmao

3. Hmmm I’ll do this with Narumi and Anaxagoras;

First opinion of Narumi was that he is an immature, nose high up, self assured douchebag and a loser. In return he found me pretentious and a cold hearted bitch basically, a loner and know-it all… while my opinions on him were fleeting (I get annoyed in the moment and achieve that dgaf stage early), his opinions lingered for longer, made him pay more attention to me, first to nitpick ag everything I do to find a flaw so he can poke fun in his mind but it was through the mutual observation that we realized we were too harsh on one another ^_^

With Anaxagoras (I’ll write canon compliant lore I’ve designed so far, subject to change) I took notice first and maintained a distance, found him an interesting individual to observe (and fawn over his mind) from afar so I tiptoed around him most of the time. To me he seemed like someone just a little outside the box and that’s what caused everyone to treat him like they do- approaching what they cannot understand with fear. I did assumed him to be more colder, distant and aphatic than he truly was 😅 I tend to idolize those (and their minds) I admire. He took notice a tad later but respected the distance while observing how I interact with everyone, found me to be restricting myself, someone yearning for connection and always there to offer help but never receiving the same amount of care I show. (What made him decide to approach me directly was that I was secretly tending to his grave… talk about awkward)

I think right now it seems: 1. Anaxagoras, 2. Narumi and third spot empty. Dazai forever has a placed shaped exactly like him so he ceases and surpasses any rating I’m afraid

These were sm fun to think about and write down!!! Ily <3 I hope you’re having a wonderful week my beloved

[voidcat]

Quantum physics professor Anaxagoras x ex dr reader who runs a cafe near the campus frequented by few students and their astrophysicist docent friend — which gains a new regular with light mint hair

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yk the scenario of a couple at a bar and one side drunk, trying to hit on the other and devastated to hear theyre married- not realizing nor remembering the person theyre married to is THEMSELVES

being in a relationship with anaxagoras-core idc

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Doing this to an Anaxagoras who got turned into a cat by u known forces and is residing at my place until we find a way to turn him back to his human self

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Hey bby 💗

Tiramisu, éclair, and vanilla for the extra sweet ask game please! 💗💗

hi mem <3333 tysm for stopping by :')

tiramisu 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . how did you and your lover meet?

anaxagoras and i have officially/properly met while i was returning from tending to his grave one day. but long before that i was already a student of the groove before and partook in few classes. after technically graduating, no one really said a thing about me hanging around there and joining classes of other schools every once in a while too so i was somewhat known by face back then too...

éclair 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . in what moment do you feel most loved by them? in what moment do they feel most loved by you?

i'll answer this without a specific pairing in mind but any moment that shows that i am being truly seen and understood, even if not understood- they're making a clear effort to do so, to see from my perspective and acting genuinely from the heart... yeah. -> and vice versa

not "most loved by them" but significant to mention i think (this isnt selfship lore but a scene from hedgehog's dilemma) for example narumi first sees reader as their bare self once he figures out the mystery baked goods that appear miraculously in the operations room, especially on birthday's of the officers etc there was done by reader in secret. he puts the two and two together after overhearing a conversation between reader and vice captain; then the realization that the mystery baked goods are missing on reader's birth day (yes he used his authority to take a peak into their file for that.) so the next year, he sneaks into their office before they can and leaves a little box of the cake he assumes/overheard is their favorite. all about seeing someone even when they think they are invisible and going out of their way to do something for them in return. with kaiser for comparison, there is a scene where, he notices i am on the verge of tears and sits on the other side of the bench i am sitting. without looking at me, saying i can let it out to my hearts content if i wish, that nobody will come to bother me so long as he sits there. -> his first time accepting me/reader as someone human and prone to breaking just like himself, not a pretentious snob like he judged/wanted them to be just to keep on hating them. (there's context fr this too lol) not for most loved but feeling loved purely, i think that feeling of everything is right, it all falls into place, love like the faint sounds and soft feeling of a butterfly flapping its wings (especially for anaxagoras)

vanilla 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ . what is the most romantic thing they have done for you?

hm... this is something i never considered i'll be honest. it'd again go side by side with being seen and understood. a well planned outing or a day like that perhaps.

i think for modern au anaxagoras, a proper, nice and quiet actual wedding/engagement in the end (there was a marriage of convenience plot there) it's nice, just the few people close to us and chill. i think he later surprises me with a garden he has been trying to plan and grow for a while, with strawberries and peaches of his own. we spend the day baking together and sipping on some handmade wine, maybe making jam and sneaking a spoon or two of whatever dessert we have made.

extra sweet ask game

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hope u dont mind me answering these here instead ^_^ when are you free for our next day? I’m free after 1 May. We can play games tgt or watch smt)

1. How do you seduce Rafayel?

I rlly didn’t give it much thought tbh. Just two freakartist4freakartist who both enjoy water and the sea. I think it’s more likely it’s by the sea or ocean that we meet (baby siren raf swimming up to baby me who let their body loose towards the course of the waves and let their sea guide them- until he carried me to the shore, repeatedly) and on the art aspect of things, for me it’s more music leaning than painting…

2. Do you continue to visit Anaxagoras’ grave even after he finds you there?

Yes! The initial reasoning behind it was to pay respects, to tend to it and the flora there and make sure they grow nicely so being found out and forming a friendship doesn’t take anything away from these. If anything, I can go with more ease now and maybe ask him if I could plant few seeds of my choosing. Even if he doesn’t ask, he will steal a glance and think later why I picked those.

The answer to it is sadly divided in half. On one hand there are ones I’ve picked with meanings in mind and others I just like the way they appear (made sure they have no bad omens even if by accident) I think he’d join me with time and help with the tending. I don’t like to get too handsy, mud covered all the way up to my elbows type of thing so my way of gardening is painfully long and tedious. But with an extra pair of hands that don’t mind getting dirty, it’ll go with an ease. Mostly we just stand or sit somewhere nearby and watch how the breeze gently strokes the flowers there afterwards. He doesn’t need to know I find cemeteries to be calming.

3. Would Narumi be into you degrading him a little?

Yes for this one too! A little though because too much of it makes me uncomfortable too. It’s mostly be something born out of cuteness aggression or smt similar, so just calling him a good boy or few “pitiful/pathetic” thrown around here and there. If I say anything regarding being needy for love or smt that might sting any other time, I’ll try to pay attention to the timing and say those in a moment and way so he knows underneath the mocking tone, I assure there will always be love for him and a home to return to. So it’s a little degradation and making fun of his whimpering with loving intentions underneath lol, if it makes sense

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Anyways I’ve realized while thinking over my ss lore w Anaxagoras— I think by involving analyst mc even just slightly I did end up like- if it turns out the people in amphoreus are more than just codes or can become people somewhat (or a case of history fictiolygist at the very least) I will be practically adopted into analyst mc’s house they spend their off days which is already limited and is visited by aventurine whenever he can get a change (aka told to stay under the radar for a while etc)

It is funny because those two will speak of grander schemes and I’m still trying to process the gods I knew as titans were merely a simulation code and the place I called a home wasn’t in fact one but there is an universe out there, far grander than I could have ever comprehended and hostile too

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Idk man… picrew link. Had to color his hair myself (that I forgot abt the tattoo color…) idc how bad it is he should be grateful

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Good night gonna be thinking about that little cafe close to the institution that Anaxagoras first visits because he enjoys the varieties of tea blends there but then begins to frequent more often because the way I went on a small rant regarding tea brewing and life captured his interest and there’s something in the way I do things that makes him think the whole cafe thing was not the real plane nor the surface

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I do feel like Anaxagoras and I have the potential for a Pride & Prejudice-esque type of romance