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Ok so can I request a platonic head canon of the chrysos heirs meeting gender neutral reader who's apart of the express crew and arrived with the trailblazer and Dan Heng they can't speak and were a mask all the time the reason being they were experimented on and got their voice removed and they became emotionless movement and facial expressions are gone the mask is specially made so they can gain emotions only when wearing it and then being unable to speak they are very expressive with body language to a massive comical extent

I hope I did this right let me know if I didn't

hello hello! thank you for sending in a request, however, I can't write for all the chrysos heirs. I only accept 3 to 4 characters for headcanons as well. are there any specific chrysos heirs you have in mind or are you okay with me randomly picking them?

i'd love to take your request in once this is clarified ^^

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

SYNOPSIS: a final conversation with your husband- ANAXAGORAS and the lingering promises that remain.

NOTES: anaxa has one of my fav character designs. also i kept misspelling his name every sentence omg. no wonder people just call him anaxa. might by my fav piece too ngl

extra ノ gn reader . established relationship . angst . spoilers for the latest story quest .

SOMEHOW YOU KNEW YOUR HUSBAND- ANAXAGORAS- would not be coming home tonight.

Call it intuition, a feeling, years worth of careful observation which finally led to this.

Even now- with his body next to you, eye shut in peaceful repose- you know the scene before you is liminal. It is a space of waiting: taut with anticipation, bursting at its seams, ready to unravel the moment your fingertips graze his cold cheek.

Your husband is gradually retracting. His body cold, skin pale, hands inexplicably dry and stiff. He is a corpse experiencing rigor mortis. A dead man exuding the fiery remnants of life.

In Okhema the sun never sets. But your body tells you it’s dawn. Early hours. Quiet awakening. How? Because Anaxa is lying next to you, breathing slowly, as if he is milking each sip of air.

“Anaxa.”

“Mm?” he hums, his one eye still stitched close. His eyelashes quivering slightly.

You curl in, bringing your body closer, attempting to share the warmth he can’t keep, “It’s funny, you know.”

Anaxa shifts, accommodating your body with his, “What is?”

His voice is flat, and you smile; pressing your lips together to suppress a childish giggle.

“How you let me call you Anaxa instead of Anaxagoras”

Now his eye flutter open, dawns reflects in his iris, “Didn’t you say ‘Anaxagoras’ was too long?” sighing, he then rubs his temples. An act you’ve seen him perform more often now.

“Well yes, I did,” you pause, eyes flickering towards his hand, “But—”

Your hand slides up his wrists, interlocking with his fingers and the lines of red you could trace by heart. You shiver slightly, he notices.

“Anaxa is meant for you to say,” his fingers curl inwards, pulling your hand into a tight embrace. He squeezes it. The force is firm enough to reassure, not warm. “There, happy now?”

You retract your hand and smile, “I am fully satisfied.”

Except, you aren’t.

How could be satisfied? How could you be content with your decisions? Could you live on memory and his fleeting cologne? Does it not ache to feel him slip, to see the regret lingering within his iris, the tentative curl of his hands through your hair?

Yet, you allow it. There are no defeated sighs, no objections or hasty pleas. Just you and him, lying together like yesterday. As if tomorrow was just another promise to keep. Another hour spent reading, walking, talking.

Have the Chrysos Heirs ever been a selfish? Do they dream of absconding, of abandoning their divine role?

Anaxa may be a variant, a strange vagabond compared to the rest of Okhema- maybe even all of Amphoreus. A blasphemer. The great performer. A man who refuses to believe in the ancient prophecies.

But golden blood still thrums in his veins. At the core of his wicked being, he’d still fuse himself with the Titans core flame. He’d still take his stand in the limelight. He’d still give it all up.

A voice in the back of your head says it includes you too.

“Stop thinking.”

You blink.

Anaxa reaches for your cheeks, his countenance firm, grave with devotion, "As much as I admire that mind of yours..." he stops, letting his words hang in the air, fermenting, "You make too many assumptions."

"Assumption?" you mutter, incredulous.

Anaxa blinks then sighs. He returns to your face and in knowing, he wraps his hand across the back of your head, pulling you into his chest. Magnetic and swift like the wings of a bird tucking treasure. He shields you from eternal light, bringing you into the sheltered darkness of his chest- the one place where an inkling of warmth remains.

You shiver.

"You're leaving me."

Anaxa does not stir. In fact, he draws you closer, clasping onto his drifting soul through you.

"No," he states, firm and unwavering. Relentless in nature just as he is.

Anaxa, your husband, breathes into your ear, pulling you impossibly closer. He attempts to bridge that gap, to fill the widening chasm that he wedged between the two of you.

"I'm not leaving you," he breathes, releasing the truth from the cavern of his lungs, "I'm merely-"

You don't tilt your head up, you don't pursue that curiosity. You hear it instead: your husband's reverberating voice. The way it skims across each individual vertebrae. It unnerved you when you first met him, somehow it still does- but in different ways. Gentler ways. Ways that rest underneath the skin.

"Anaxa," you call, cutting through his sentence.

That triggers something.

"The Titans, this prophecy," he seethes, "Means nothing to me."

"Anaxa."

"And I know you don't believe me. After all I've done, what I've put you through. My restless pursuit-"

"Anaxa."

"It means nothing. It does- it truly does."

"Just hold me."

"Titans can't you see?" Anaxa pulls back, detaching himself. Now his one eyes locks into your two. He peers into them, ripping past the sheen veil of liquid salt which rest on your bottom eyelid. Past the clear lens of your cornea. Past your optic nerve.

He darts straight into your soul: into the vessel he's studied for decades. Into the only being he tided himself to- that even the prophecy, the Chrysos Heirs, his life's work- fades into the background. Trivial.

Fate and destiny did not tie onto Anaxa- he bluntly refused, even if it is true.

Anaxa chooses his ties.

"You're right, I am leaving you."

You sink, Anaxa gazes deeper.

"But only for the meantime."

Your eyebrows furrow, "The meantime?"

"Yes," he sighs, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He breaks into a smile, utterly brilliant, "A temporary predicament, that is all."

"Besides," he adds, gazing momentarily at his gleaming wedding ring, "What kind of spouse would I be?"

WHEN ANXA RAISED HIS HANDS, SURRENDERING THE COREFLAME OF REASON, his one eye kept sight of his wedding ring.

When his lips curled into a wicked smile, he caught a glimpse of your face. The scrunch of your nose when you’re caught between a difficult passage of text. He saw you by the kitchen counter, your hands busy with food and laughter. Anaxa saw you. No “what ifs” or alternate versions— just you. The you in bed currently, or perhaps the you by the markets. Maybe even the you who leans on the balcony, counting the number of dromas.

Anaxa did not feel peace when his body wilted away; drifting into golden dust.

He felt impatient, slightly vexed.

And somewhere, tucked away from eternal light, you sigh and heave. Knees to chest, wrestling with the wild torrent of brilliancy you called your husband— Anaxagoras.

Because it seems to you- with all of Anaxa’s blunt promises and unsaid devotion- you’d lose him for just a little while. Enough so that when you'd finally have him back, he'd no longer be so cold.

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just watched to be hero x,,, might make a little something for it

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— what's up bro ?

you call the chrysos heirs bro. how do they react to it?

warnings/tags : slight story spoilers (you'll only notice them if you squint your eyes), gender-neutral reader, crack, slight ooc behavior (for the comedic effect) author's note : apologies for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere. I have severely underestimated how busy I'd be 🥀🥀 a bit of silly stuff before the dreaded 3.4 arrives. might edit this later characters : aglaea, anaxa, castorice, phainon.

aglaea

in her many years of leading the flame-chase journey, the last thing she expected was to be called bro.

no. you aren't the first one to call her that. both children and teenagers in the recent age of amphoreus have approached her with that nickname. cipher and phainon are definitely at the scene of the crime as well.

if she dislikes you, she'll ignore you or politely tell you off. unless you're elder caenis which is an entirely different situation on it's own.

compared to the next person on this list, she doesn't mind it if you call her that around others. it'll be a bit awkward at first but she gets used to it. there are far worse names or titles that others have given her, and she's glad that yours comes from a place of no ill intent.

if you are associated with phainon and cipher to a good extent, expect her to ask you if you were dared to do that.

maybe she'll give you an amused smile or laugh a bit after you call her bro. aglaea enjoys the unpredictability you bring in her life filled with daily routines and responsibilities. it's a nice break from what she's usually used to.

the only time you shouldn't is if she's doing something important.

on the other hand, if you're her lover, she'll be a be more playful with you. she may or may not call you bro when you least expect it. what's even worse is that no one will ever believe you if you tell them. the demigod of romance calling you bro out of nowhere sounds more impossible than completing the flame-chase journey.

can you really blame her? it's funny to see you surprised. aglaea can and will be a tease.

if you try to catch her off guard, it won't work.

call her garmentmakers bro as well and she'll enjoy it.

"hm? I don't remember calling you by that nickname. perhaps you have mistaken the voice from one of my garmentmakers for me — some of them can be playful."

anaxa

first of all, why would you call him bro?

are you asking for a death sentence? an early entrance to the nether realm?

or to catch his attention?

we're talking about the man who doesn't want to be called anything but anaxagoras. the same one who corrects everyone to the point he's made it a personal rule — he has a voiceline ranting about his own name.

if the two of you are strangers, he won't hesitate to tell you off. if he dislikes you, he'll give you a glare too or straight up ignore you. he isn't going to waste his time on you when he has better things to attend to.

however, if you're friends or lovers with him, anaxa will stare at you for a few good seconds. the scholar's silently judging you. he doesn't know whether being called bro is better than being called anaxa. to put it simply, it's awkward. he still corrects you in the end.

continue calling him bro after the first time and he'll eventually get used to it.

no. he's not calling you bro. it'll only happen in your dreams.

the era nova will happen before anaxa calls you bro.

call him bro in the classroom or anywhere near his students and he'll give you the nastiest side eye you've ever received. anaxa does not need the troublemakers getting ideas from you. that includes the other chrysos heirs as well.

a huge emphasis on the other chrysos heirs. entertaining the thought of phainon, cipher or aglaea hearing about that gives him dread. give this man some peace please.

"first of all, that's anaxagoras to you and remember that well. secondly, i'm not your bro. refrain from referring to me with such nicknames next time."

castorice

she... doesn't know how to react.

speechless. quiet.

a bit flabbergasted, even.

no worries, you didn't offend her at all. castorice simply doesn't know how to reply.

you are most likely the first one who's ever called her that. congratulations!

not a lot of people approach the hand of death and call them bro casually. people have called her by many names or titles as well, similar to aglaea, and the last thing that comes to mind is a casual nickname. castorice is also aware that she isn't the liveliest person around.

whether you're a stranger or someone she dislikes, she'll give you an awkward nod or ignore you. if there's others around her when you call her bro, she'll think you're talking about someone else. anyone but her.

however, if you're a friend: despite the silly nickname, she likes it.

being called bro isn't something she's definitely used to, but it's a nice and pleasant surprise. it gives her a sense of normalcy and comfort. it'll take more time for her to get used to it compared to the others. call her that with other people in the area and she'll be a bit confused if you're talking about her or someone else.

castorice won't call you bro often, but sometimes she will.

not a lot will change if you're her lover. she'll still react the same for the most part, but I can imagine her surprising you with another silly nickname of her own. it has to be mutual.

please just don't call her that in front of aglaea or tribbie.

she will be a bit embarrassed.

"it's... alright. there's no need to apologize. I enjoy the nickname quite a bit actually. please— don't be scared to call me that again, or other similar words."

phainon

phainon takes it extremely well. too well.

in fact, he'll even reciprocate it.

no one is surprised at all.

it isn't the first time he's heard others call him like that or the first time he's called others bro. call him bro and he's calling you bro as well. equivalent exchange.

he has also called some of the other chrysos heirs bro as well. both of you are guilty of that.

the only time he won't do it is if he dislikes you a lot. if you've played the 3.3 story quest. depending on the situation and how much he dislikes you, he'll either firmly tell you to not do that next time, pretend you didn't call him that, or glare at you.

worry not, it takes a lot to have the deliverer hate you.

if you tell him to stop calling you bro, phainon will respect that. however, he'll find other silly nicknames to call you, ones that you don't mind.

if you're his friend or his lover... good luck. one way or another he'll turn it into a competition on accident or purposefully, and it'll only get more heated if you're just as competitive as he is. get ready to have bets over who can come up with the most absurd nicknames in one minute or something else.

just be careful to not drag anyone into it, lest the two of you want to replicate chaos that could rival penacony's disaster.

"bro? haha! I didn't expect that but I'm not against it either. I guess that means you're my bro now as well. what? don't look at me like that."

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Merfolk!Anaxa kissery was on the brain so here you go. (It kind of starts abruptly because I couldn’t be bothered to come up with an opening… oop)

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His lips are thin, cold, and damp. You place a hand on his cheek, grazing over the scales lining his skin with your fingertips. The texture is slightly serrated, like sandpaper. Anaxa’s index and middle fingers slide up your neck to the soft patch of skin beneath your jawbone and press down lightly over your pulse. You feel him frown against your lips before drawing you closer, tilting your head back to grant him better access to your mouth. 

You take the opportunity to part his lips with your tongue. A little sigh slips out of him. Taking this as a positive sign, you continue to explore the interior of his mouth as you lower your hand and slide your fingers between the risen flaps of his gills. A shiver runs through Anaxa’s body, and he grips you harder, his nails digging into your skin. So, his gills are sensitive. You make a mental note of this discovery. As if in retaliation, he suddenly nips down on your lip. His teeth are plentiful and sharp, like needles, and the metallic tang of copper blossoms in your mouth. 

Your eyes flutter open at the sting to land on Anaxa. He’s staring back at you through his one eye, unblinking and expressionless. You would think he was impartial could you not feel the accelerated throbbing of his pulse in his throat. (His heart only beats once with every circulation. That’s worth noting, too.) He runs his tongue thoughtfully along the bloodied line of your mouth. With a shudder of exhilaration and revulsion, you realise he is tasting you. 

When you finally part, you’re gasping for breath. Your mouth hurts and your lips are swollen, but you don’t pay this any mind: you are too engrossed in what you have learned of him. Anaxa swipes away a bead of blood welling on your lip with his thumb. 

“Interesting,” he muses, observing you in the same way a scientist is intrigued by a specimen under a microscope. “I did not know humans possess a double circulatory system.”

“And I’d expected merfolk would have a double circulatory system,” you reply, still breathless. “We both learned something new.”

“Yes, we did.” Something in Anaxa’s voice is hollow, empty. Like he’s still unsatisfied. Your conjecture is proven correct when he presses his thumb down against your lips and smears the bloodstain sideways across your mouth, before raising it to the tip of his tongue. His head tilts sideways. “Yet there are still some hypotheses I did not manage to confirm on this first attempt.”

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Idk, I feel like kisses with merfolk!Anaxa would be weird and honestly kind of gross, but also very thrilling, if that makes sense. He knows exactly how to get the reaction he wants out of you and will do it with a completely deadpan expression every time. And he never closes his eyes during kisses. Never. He needs to see your reaction himself.

-🎻 anon

he's so deeply unsettling in the best way AAUGGGHHG...

bc yeah you're right, he's almost aggressive the first few times you kiss because he's still trying to figure out how to get results without harming you. kinda like he's... idk, calibrating or smth.

(except that's not the real reason. he just takes time to realize that you feel pain differently from him, so the first few kisses are "trials" in which he gauges your reaction. even after he stops biting you as hard as he once did, he's not sure why you stopped commenting on the fact that he's drawing blood from you. humans are so strange. if the roles were reversed, he'd stop you immediately.)

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not an ask but i literally got up from my bed when i saw the notif that ur posting anaxa content lmao (i have no idea what 5 + 1 means) (im just happy)

hello! sorry for the late response — a 5 + 1 fic consists of five scenes of one character (usually in their perspective), then the last moment switches to a different character! there's many written works that follow the same plot in archive of our own.

after a long delay (3.3 quest, getting my college schedule, other stuff) I can finally guarantee that it'll be out by the weekends. if i write much more faster I might get it out earlier.

it's at two thousand words right now

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"can't stop thinking about you" is aptly named because i don't think i can stop thinking about that fic ever since i read it

AWEEEE thank you! this is rlly sweet 🫶 im happy to know the drabble did it's job well! the title comes from tek it by cafuné

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— can't stop thinking of you !

warnings/tags : SFW, yearning, gender-neutral reader, 3.2 exploration spoilers (memory fragment)

author's note : was feeling very romantic so I quickly whipped up something for our amphoreus professor. huge thanks to my pillow who helped me imagine the scenes better

art credits : official commission from honkai: star rail by the artist luminos!

word count : 652

when you called anaxa dear for the first time, you didn't even notice how naturally it slipped out of your tongue.

it was another night of lounging in his private laboratory, relaxing on the couch he recently moved there to host guests, a weak excuse to hide that it was only for you. the two of you were far too used to this routine, staying in each other's personal spaces like it was second nature, drawn to his presence like he was with you.

magnets. a word hyacine often used to describe the two of you.

you think it fits well.

"so, who was chasing you this time?" you question, threading your fingers through his hair. it brought a feeling of contentment to see anaxa relax on your lap. a rare moment of peace in his hectic and fast-paced life, a direct contrast to yours. "fools? guards from the council of elders?"

the sage and founder of the nousporists wasn't someone the majority would consider normal. a heretic, fool, blasphemous scholar— these were all variations of multiple titles the public call him. even his most dedicated students couldn't keep up with every bad mouthed nickname bestowed upon their professor.

ten? fifty? one hundred?

none of you knew the answer to that, including the man himself. someone who didn't even care about such trivial matters in the first place.

anaxa sighs. "fools," he dryly replies, tilting his head to further lean into your touch. you resist the urge to coo or compare him to a cat silently asking for more affection. "they wanted to publicly execute me this time. I had to bring my lecture to dawncloud instead."

"dawncloud?" your eyebrows raise in surprise.

that was very far from the grove of epiphany. too far. it would take a day to get there on foot.

the place was all the way in okhema where aglaea and castorice were stationed, constantly monitored by the golden threads he disliked so much. not to mention, a good amount of people there openly shared their distaste about him. how much of a disturbance were they that even his 'teaching tool' couldn't scare them off?

without knowing it, you stop rubbing his scalp, lost in thought.

anaxa opens his eye. he peers up at you questioningly, wondering why you suddenly stopped. until he sees that familiar dip between your eyebrows, lips pursed into a thin line, a tinge of barely hidden concern written all over your face.

he nudges your hand with his head.

you don't budge.

he tries it again.

nothing happens.

a quiet grumble leaves his lips.

"why did you stop?" he finally asks, snapping you out of your own bubble of thought. "there's no need to worry about me. the chances of ica reaching apotheosis are far more greater than the success of their threats."

you blink.

hyacine's pegasus turning into a titan?

with a soft laugh, you continue combing his hair. "...that's ridiculous."

"it worked, didn't it?" anaxa smoothly responds. he inclines his head back, sighing as your fingers make their way down to his nape, lightly scratching his skin. even with his eyepatch covering half of his face, you could see the slightest of smiles from the corner of his lip.

for all the nonchalance he seemed to carry with him in front of other people, he didn't hesitate to lower his guard around you.

the same feeling of warmth settled in your chest again, content to stay like this forever.

you lean down. pressing your forehead against his, breathing in the familiar smell that belonged to him, you whisper. "thank you, dear."

he pauses, followed by a sharp exhale. "...it's nothing."

pulling away, you take the time in the peaceful moment to admire him. when you brush the strands of hair away from his forehead to get a clearer view, your heart skips a beat at the sight.

his ears were red.

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The little scream I let out reading Anaxa's drabble HHHH

If it's okay: Will you be making more of it by any chance? About the au I mean because I'm interested in what's gonna happen next 😭

yep! I have a part two in the workings. I'm just figuring out the details about where I want the plot to head towards + in case I might expand on it more in the future. glad to know you love siren!anaxa a lot 🫶

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— but i'll be there when your reality drowns .

warnings/tags : SFW, no beta we die like chrysos heirs, alternate universe, blood, slight biting, choking, all lowercase, gender-neutral reader, ft. amphoreus trio (castorice, phainon, mydei)

author's note : first post done! now the only issue is keeping it consistent ... apologies to the historical siren lovers in advance because I doubt this is very accurate

word count : 1.4k

imagine meeting siren!anaxa for the first time.

as someone who lived by the ocean, sirens were a common folktale shared around in your area. they were dangerous creatures rumored to have a human-like appearance, taking on a fish's tail for their lower half instead of legs. sharp teeth, fins, and predators.

in the distant past, sailors loved to talk about how they were nuisances in the waters. infamous for their reputation of causing multiple shipwrecks or stealing fish they had caught after multiple hours of labor. even pirates would spread information to comrades through horns, guns, and most importantly flags.

but what caught the attention of most people were songs, art, and poetry about their beauty.

historical records described them with scales that would rival the most precious pearls. ethereal appearances and perfect faces with little to no flaws. voices that allured resilient individuals, oblivious to the danger awaiting them as they allowed the depths of the ocean to swallow them whole.

you could distinctly remember phainon making a joke about it. if he learned that mydei was a siren, he would walk into the ocean without doubt and keep his arms wide open. the blonde-haired man didn't hesitate to smack his head with a rolled up newspaper.

"sirens aren't real." mydei sighed, ignoring castorice's quiet laughter in the background while phainon scratched his head. "but you shouldn't make jokes about that."

at the time, you believed them as well. the last sighting of the creatures were more than one millennia ago.

now?

sirens were more than just myths passed around by families to scare children who dared to sneak out of their houses. they were real.

and you remembered the night you met one for the first time.

you were walking along the shores, carrying a basket full of salt while you were on the way home.

it was a tedious task, one that had you huffing for breath or kicking the sand out of boredom, but you knew you couldn't slack off. these were only one of the main ways your friends earned money other than joining competitions, hunts, and other activities. the sights at night made it worth it anyway. a joy you didn't get to appreciate often other than the rare days you were free.

nothing compared to the delight of seeing the stars in the sky reflected in the tranquil waters of the ocean. however, this time, the others weren't with you to enjoy the beauty of it.

a fishing competition drained the energy out of everyone last week, especially when you were against one of the most skilled and experienced teams. all the preparation fell pale to the actual fight. you were sure you saw phainon holding two fishing rods at one point. castorice was telling him to put the other one down because it was slowing down efficiency. mydei was fortunately caring enough to handle every chore last while the rest of you were exhausted.

despite his intimidating appearance, you could compare him to a mother hen with how protective he was over the group.

"focus on recovering." he clicked his tongue, flicking his finger against phainon's forehead. that earned a small whine of pain from the white-haired man. mydei turns to look at both of you. "the same goes for you and castorice. I don't need you two dropping dead."

the memory brought a smile to your lips. this was the least you could do for all of them.

with newfound determination, you steel yourself for the remaining hours left before you reached home. maybe you could ask castorice for some of her books that you could read when you arrived. she enjoyed sharing poetry whenever the house was quiet—absent from the childish bickering and pots clanging in the kitchen—left to her own personal space that she didn't mind having you in.

before you stopped walking at the sound of someone's voice.

last time you checked, you were pretty sure you were alone right now in the beach. that wasn't a good sign at all.

you placed the basket down on the sand. slowly, you walk to the source of the noise, keeping your hand right next to your leg. your fingers wrap around the wooden handle of your dagger, firmly gripping it as you try to watch out for any movement.

was there someone following you? if they were, they didn't seem to be doing a good job at it.

"...is there anyone out there?" you hesitantly call out.

.

.

.

only the silence answered you.

a relieved sigh left your lips, moving the dagger back to its leather sheath.

perhaps it was just your imagination. auditory hallucinations weren't uncommon for you when it was late at night, or when you were barely surviving off a couple hours of sleep.

until the hum came again.

the pitch remained low. soft. almost as if they were singing to themselves only, yet the echo was loud enough to reach your ears. even at this distance, the cadence of their voice remained calm, further enhanced by the sounds of the tides washing across the shore. soothing. it sounded exactly like a lullaby torn from the pages of fairy tales you've once read as a child.

beautiful.

entranced, you took a step forward.

they continued humming, oblivious to a listener they've unknowingly drawn in with their song.

the shivering breeze from the ocean left goosebumps behind, wrapping your arms around your body in search of more warmth. it was too cold with winter approaching. every step made your feet even feel heavier, wet sand slipping into the corners of your slippers, trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of grains prickling your skin.

all of these nuisances were washed away by one single goal, guided by the melody that grew louder as you went nearer. it kept a firm tug on your heart. pulling you closer with every tone and rise, barely aware of the water rising up higher and higher.

desperate for more, you push yourself to walk faster.

even if mydei was going to scold you for getting a cold later, you had to keep listening. you wanted to listen. no matter what. to envelop yourself around the sensation of peace and comfort it gave you.

you needed to hear their voice closer. closer until it was all you could hear and breathe in—

something wraps around your ankle.

without warning, it drags you down by force.

you fall to the ground and hiss at the pain, reeling from the sudden pain in your spine, clutching your head. the sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you scrambled for your weapon.

"shit, shit—" you curse, panicking as you struggled to wrap your head around the situation. "where was it?"

near your thigh, you flail your hand and finally feel the familiar leather against your palm.

but before you can grab it, fingers wrap around your throat and tighten their grip, abruptly forcing you down. you gasp as the air is knocked out of your lungs, leaving you heaving for every single inhale, clawing at the hand slowly choking you to death. mind spinning from the dizziness. the shadow looming over you grew larger.

in the growing darkness of your vision, you barely manage to catch a glimpse of something glimmering amongst the blur of colors that seemed whole. scales. iridescent scales.

the hypnotizing voice. a tail for their lower half.

a siren.

he was a siren.

you shiver at the press of something sharp against your neck. even with your eyes squeezed shut, you already know what's happening—his fangs barely prick the surface of your skin, drawing blood out—and bite back a whimper from the pain. the sound of your heartbeat grows louder, faster as he doesn't make any move to back away soon, helplessly digging your fingers deeper into the sand. a rough sound revebrated from the siren's throat in response. his grip on your wrists tighten.

was it contentment? pleasure? fun from toying around with prey? you swallow.

and then without warning, you feel something wet brush against your skin. you jolt at the sensation, eyes snapping open with bated breath, watching him.

he's licking your neck.

you gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth as he continues. the siren nuzzles your neck. he's lapping up the wound, refusing to waste a single drop of blood. the slender fingers around your throat move to the back of your neck, pushing you closer against him. you squirm and try to put distance but you know it's futile. when you finally look down—

one red eye with a slitted pupil stares back at you.

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[work in progress! if you've seen this post, shh go away and come back when it's ready]

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cookie run kingdom

﹂ shadow milk cookie , the beast of deceit

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honkai star rail

﹂ multi-character

calling the chrysos heirs bro

﹂ anaxagoras , the demised scholar

siren!anaxa drabble

calling anaxa dear for the first time

relationship headcanons

investigation's on: friends or something more? (5 + 1 fic)

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yandere or slightly darker requests are completely fine. however, these posts will also be labeled underneath a different tag. do not be extreme with it or I will not answer it.

explicit sexual works are not allowed. slightly suggestive requests are allowed and they will be posted underneath another tag.

please specify the format and character/s in your request. the limit will be: one for oneshots, three to four for headcanons and drabbles. [ex: headcanons about shadow milk cookie kissing you to death.]

for now, poly requests (character x reader x character) aren't allowed. this is because of my inexperience and lack of research about poly relationships.

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sync , 17 , future nursing student

fandoms : honkai star rail, cookie run kingdom

﹂ if you've sent in a request, feel free to ask about my progress on it. i write at my own pace and that can range from one day to a million years. dms are always open ! i do not permit my works to be plagiarized, reposted on another site, or used for artificial intelligence.

thoughts : goodness gracious 1x is gorgeous

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