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“..I love you,”

“Oh my god are you dying”

Anaxagoras narrows his eyes at your reply to his rather vulnerable confession.

“I take it back.” He mutters with the click of his tongue.

You turn to face him fully, straightening from your hunched position at the unfamiliar wooden desk. The room was a temporary space Aglaea had arranged for you and your husband.

It’d been fourteen days since the devastating fall of the grove.

Luckily your husband was able to save many lives, it came with a cost, a cost that nearly killed him. You hadn’t exactly been thrilled to hear that news—from him of all people—delivered with the same kind of dismissiveness he might use to comment on the weather!

“…I love you too,” you slowly reply

He’s not looking at you now, his gaze is almost avoidant, you note.

Ever since he returned from the grove, something had shifted. He wasn’t hesitant per se—just…more deliberate, Like he was measuring every word before handing it to you

But what made hearing “I love you” from Anaxagoras so strange wasn’t just the words—it was the fact that he literally never said them

He wasn’t an affectionate person. Not physically nor verbally.

—Not that he couldn’t be. But the only times Anaxa ever said those three words were when the two of you had been parted for more time than he liked.

He’s just too emotionally constipated.

Though he’s very good at praise and giving a loving touch when you need it.

You continue to stare down the man sat stiffly on the new bed. It’s odd to see Anaxa being hesitant. Especially around you.

“..You like Ohkema?” He said, taking a quick glance over to you. His forearms rested on his thighs and his fingers clasped together.

You pause, brows creasing. You’re not sure what he’s getting at. “I do, I miss home though,” You answer honestly. You really did miss home, everything was so perfect there. It’s good as gone now though.

“You’d be okay with staying here?”

“I mean there isn’t really anywhere else to go,” you snort

“So if something happened to me, you’d stay here?”

Your brow furrows deeper.

Anaxa’s eyes are locked on the floor, elbows still braced on his knees—but his fingers have tightened, knuckles pale.

“What do you mean ‘if something happened’? What kind of something?” You firmly demand his answer

“Hypothetically,” “Anaxagoras,” “Just answer me,”

You scoff, licking your lips slightly. “Yes I would stay, Anaxa,”

He nods softly, “Good.”

Your knee starts bouncing against the wooden floor. You don’t even notice it at first. You know something’s wrong. You can feel it curling tight inside your stomach.

“You nearly died two weeks ago,” you snap with a chuckle, voice light but bitter. “What, did you find a new way to finish the job?”

Anaxa is silent.

It was a joke.

You swallow hard as his eye finally meet yours—far too steady for your liking.

His expression blank, unreadable—but it tells you everything you never wanted to know.

Your stomach twists.

You slowly begin to shake your head, there’s no way.

“Shut up,” you blurt out“You aren’t funny, shut up,”

“I’m not joking,” he says, finally.

The indifference in his voice claws at you. You shoot up from the chair, the legs screeching harshly against the floor. Your heart pounding so hard you can hear it. “You’re not funny. That’s not funny,” you snap, voice high.

He chews the inside of his cheek, eye following you. A part of him wants to reach for you—hold you, say something that softens the blow. The other part knows there’s nothing he can do. Nothing that will make this easier.

“What—wh—When?!” you stammer, your fingers twitching in the air like you’re trying to grab the answer before it disappears. “When, Anaxa?!”

“In one system hour,”

“Tomorrow?!”

He twiddles his thumbs. “Yes.” And he says it like it’s nothing.

You’re not getting more time. You’re just getting a countdown.

“You’re telling me now?” you rasp, the words scraping out of your throat. “Like this?”

Anaxa’s hands flex slowly, fingers uncurling only to clench again. His jaw is tight. and his lips are sealed.

He doesn’t try to reach for you. doesn’t say your name. You don’t know if you want him too or not.

You shake your head and turn away, the sudden urge to get away overtaking you.

You leave the room, stepping into the ever-bright, empty hall. You speed walk down the path to wherever your feet will take you.

You don’t know where you’re going. You don’t care. You just need to outrun the truth—at least for a little while.

Anaxa sighs.

“You’re not running after them?”

“What good would that do”

Cerces lowered her head in disapproval.

“I didn’t know you were this cowardly. Had I known, perhaps I would’ve thought twice before choosing you.”

Anaxa exhales sharply through his nose, but he doesn’t look up. “Too late for that.”

She sighs. “You couldn’t have given them more time to prepare?” Her gaze flickered over to him.

He leans forward, resting his face in his hands, “I told them now to spare the shock of my execution tomorrow,” he says, voice calm and measured—already having calculated the outcome.

“They’d no doubt interrupt the performance the moment they hear I’d be put to death.” He says lightly, a grin curling softly on his lips.

There’s absolutely no way you’d sit still through that. And he loves you for it.

“And why have my final days be steeped in misplaced mourning?”

Cerces thinks over his words. “What good is early grief? It wouldn’t have stopped anything. Only made the coming days harder.”

She falls quiet for a while, weighing both sides of the tragedy.

“Sweet thing they are,” She murmurs. Anaxa’s expressionless face returns. Cerces glances sidelong at him. “They’ll be alright.”

His gaze drops further. Anaxa nods softly. “Of course they will. They’re not weak,” he says, but quieter now, “they’ll carry on,”

She’s silent, her hands folded over one another as she wanders over to the closed window. “I feel for them,“

“They wouldn’t want your pity,” he replies quietly, his voice rough.

Cerces doesn’t turn back immediately, but her tone softens.

“Not pity. Understanding.”

Anaxa slowly turns the ring adorning his finger, then glances up briefly. “I’ve asked Phainon to watch over them in case anything ever happens to me, he will keep them safe. cared for. Should they ever need anything,”

Cerces doesn’t answer. She just watches as he straightens his posture, the light brushing along the edges of his thin frame.

“You really don’t have much time, Anaxagoras,”

He nods once, then rises up.

“I know.”

And then, without hesitation, he walks out—not toward the person he’d choose in another life, but toward the death he’s already shaken hands with.

A/N: for the love of skibidi toilet if you read this please comment/reblog 🙏 I want positive feedback 💔 I’m like a puppy that needs praise okay 💔 (constructive criticism is fine be nice tho or I’ll block u🫵) MLIST

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How would our favorite amphoreus men take care of reader after they got caught in the rain and got sick? maybe they have a fever, chills, blocked nose. i need some fluff in life

hope ur having a good day and love your works :)))0

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 ooh, be my baby | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; i'll look after you . working on a rainy day had expected consequences. lucky you, your boyfriend loves you too much to scold you for the time being. well.. depends on who you choose.. ! (anaxa, mydei, phainon, dan heng, boothill, jing yuan)

love mail — hii anonnie tysm! i'm doing great!! thank u thats so sweet (´ﾟЗﾟ｀)♡ i brought back some ogs :3 ! and boothill cause i like him so don't jump me, sorry geppie i swear i love you ！Σ(￣□￣;) these r semishort n stuff cause these r a lot but i hope it does well :D

anaxa makes a cure for you in hours.

he hides it as just 'making advances in his medical knowledge' but he was genuinely worried. he had a busy week at the academy, and he didn't want to leave you alone with no way to be cared for. he wants to be there, but he couldn't call off of work a week before the students exams week, needing to post reviewers and host review classes.

so the weekend you got sick, he made a comfortable bed for you in his lab as he worked on something to free you of your sickness, making sure to also check on you the whole time.

he eventually made a concoction that helped your fever go away, body aches disappear, and clears your nose, however it didn't fix the headache. you don't mind, at least you can move your body without wanting to throw yourself off the planet.

anaxa gives you a minor scolding. something about taking better care of yourself and making him fuss over you, but he kisses your cheek and sighs. "i love you, and i'd figure out the cure to any disease that attacks you, but please don't do this again."

mydei lets you rest on top of him for the first day you got sick. tissues, snacks, thermometer, change of clothes.. all of that are set up on your nightstand. the only times he got up was to make you warm meals, and to replace the icepack that pressed up against your forehead.

honestly, he loves this. he knows the reason why you're warm is because you're literally burning up, but he likes it. you're like a little heating pad and you're extra clingy, weak arms squeezing his chiseled chest makes him melt.

he smothers you in kisses and affection till you feel better (oh, and medicine).

if you chose to be clingy to mydei, phainon's choosing to be clingy to you! but you don't want him to be sick :( he's being a big baby when you try to pull away, but he doesn't care. you're too sickly to fight back and honestly his strong, firm arms around you sound real nice rn. and so you let him, to your dismay.

he's a bit of a jerk about it though, cold hands slipping under your shirt and causing you to shiver, hearing his giggles as he apologizes and squeezes you. phainon's got so much love for teasing you, but he knows you need care to be better.

you fall asleep wrapped in blankets and tangled up with phainon.

boothill's probably the best of them all. he doesn't get sick, and he's like a personal heater or cooler. if you're too warm or too cold, he can adjust his body temperature to your liking. "yer clingin' onto me like i'd ever want to go anywhere, darlin'." he teases, running his fingers through your hair as you press yourself against his cold metal, hating how hot your body feels.

he plays some music for you to relax to, and he's telling you tales of his adventures to get you to sleep. who knew a soft, southern accent could work so well as a lullaby?

his arms are locked around you. he's hiding his worry well, but when you fall asleep he's whispering about how you need to take better care of yourself. "though, mm.. yer real cute like this, all snuggly and sniffly. could baby 'ya all week."

dan heng is definitely more on the scolding side, the moment he wakes up to you squirming and sniffling, he's got an unamused look on his face. the night prior, you walked through the astral express doors absolutely soaked from the rain. dan heng helped you change, shower, dry your hair and sleep. but you woke up sick regardless.. like he said you would, like you said you wouldn't.

"this is why you should let me come with you to missions." he grumbles, stirring the bowl of warm stew he made for you as you lay in bed. "goodness, it was one mission, and you come home to me like this. i hate how much i love you." dan heng scoffed, blowing the spoon of warm food and holding it against your lips. "i can't fight this urge to care for you. you're just so.. ugh."

he falls asleep before you, funny enough. you admire the face of your loving boyfriend before drifting off to your own slumber.

you should get sick more often.

you can't even be mad at yourself, jing yuan has allowed you to cuddle up to his sweet, insanely fluffy lion. you can't tell if it's the clogged nose or all the fur you're inhaling, but you love it. and you've got a 'weighted' blanket too. aka your boyfriend.

jing yuan had already fed you your medicine, changed clothes, and fed you well. so there was nothing to do but wait for the next few hours till you'd have to drink medicine again, so now you two are just cuddled up to the embodiment of a cloud.

"you're liking this far too much." your beloved boyfriend remarks, rubbing his head against your tummy as you chuckle, although very weakly. "maybe, but i really do appreciate being taken care of."

the deepest, velvety laugh escapes his lips as he looks up at you, that same smirk he's always worn on his face. "nothing less than for you. now rest, my love. i'll have dinner served for you soon."

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