I Love My Mystical Tree Man...............

Y Si Fuera Ellos || Anaxa

summary: one last night, together, have let your life to change in more ways than you could ever expect.

content warnings | smut + angst + fluff (minors dni), chubby reader, genderfluid reader (reader have both vagina and penis in this (could be read as afab with a (magical) strap or intersex), switch top reader, reader is a scholar alongside Anaxa, Anaxa and reader are in established relationship already and their relationship developed is showed in bits and pieces, intersex Anaxa (praise dear Cerces for it), switch bottom Anaxa, mentions of 3.0 to 3.2 information and POSSIBLE spoilers for ahead versions (?), reader and anaxa spends quality time together (bathing, studying together, ect.), breast play, body worship, fingering, receiving + giving handjobs, piv sex, missionary sex, passionate + emotional sex, rough sex, overstimulation, supernatural male pregnancy and non explicit birth mentioned but not described, body horror in a way(?), death, original child oc, family and domestic life + possible more (?)…

a/n - #1 “magical” strap is a strap that is worn by afab individuals and mimics dick, can produce cum and you could feel it like it’s connected to your body (pls i don’t want to elaborate more you get it 💔)

#2 - i tried to give all important details but not to spoil anything too much, please say if i should tag something 🙏

#3 - it’s very bad, i haven’t written in a long while i just wanted to write something for my man coming out today

“Was it all worth it?”

“Every single second of it? Was it?”

You ponder on that question again in your own mind when you remember…everything, this usually happens not too regularly yet not quite irregular either, once in a while if you have to actually think about it when you’re free that these days don't really happen often but it’s okay.

As harsh sun of the eternal land landed upon you early this morning through the open window, much to your energy barely made you to flip around in the bed like a lazy teenager as your hand pulled onto the thin curtains and pulled them lightly as you now definitely used all of your energy to flip back around onto your stomach and close your eyes just for a moment longer as you thought to yourself”

“Was it worth it?”

.

“If you think that you are not worth it, why would you be here in the first place? You must be either really dumb or really stubborn to not give up?”

Anaxagoras spoke, his tone factual and full as he looked at you, his gaze unwavering as he clearly mentally judged you for whatever reason that you clearly can’t even remember how long passed since then. Your first meeting. A year older yet so far away from you in studies that it made you believe that you won’t ever finish. Much to your horror back then, you were forced to work on many experiments and projects in the Grove together due similarly to your courses that you shared together. Now it brings you a small smile as you now noticed some things that you didn't back then.

It was kind of adorable how he started looking out for you, you could actually give a decent argument to his question and express your support to his…blasphemous comments and started arguing with others scholars about gods that you held so dear to your heart when you were a child yet…sky is fake, isn’t it? you know that now really well.

Even when you started actually getting more confident and understanding of all knowledge around you as your studies progressed, you got comfortable in getting uncomfortable and getting out of your comfort zone of comfort that you actually started…being able to actually explore your own ideas and experiences.

By the end of the academic days, you and Anaxa just like…silently understood that you understood each other’s minds much better than others could ever. Even that memory of when you were doing the research, the fleeting touches and comforting night spent looking at each other’s faces longer than supposed to when you should study were clear to both, last your of your academic studies, first kiss finally came as they finally sit too close to each other’s, your head on his shoulder before looking at him with those eyes and fuck, why are trying to tug on strings of his heart.

Even when you guys had your first time together after you both graduated and got accepted back into the groove as the staff members. It makes you chuckle now that you know that you were both virgins AND having unprotected intercorse? Were you trying to procreate so quickly or?

Jokes aside, youth madness as people would say it, isn’t it?

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your smile faltered just a bit as you remembered the time that Anaxa got the information that he’s supposed to be next crysos heir for titan of reason, the future is making fun of you isn’t it?

Though it might be a selfish thing, you couldn’t help to feel like…you haven’t deserved such a thing? You were young and in love, sometimes even crying to yourself when you knew that he accepted it. In back of your selfish part of yourself, you wanted him to yourself.

He is yours, isn’t he? Your partner, someone who lays in the bed next to you late at night, stargaze together as you hopelessly daydream about your future together and someone that actually likes to bottom instead of top? you found yourself a perfect person to co-exist till the end.

Your smile falters a bit more when he starts…changing. Physically changing at least, that void that started forming on his chest and other parts of his body like cracks in the ground, chipping away from him as endless greenish void continued showing, growing as you could only partially rest your head on his chest deep in night as you curled around him like a needy child, craving a reminder that he’s still next to you.

Amused dry chuckle left your lips as you thought about the star-shaped hole in his chest…you loved to tease him about it in more ways than one.

When your fingers danced around his chest as you rode him almost silly. When his hair was sprayed on the pillow around his head, almost like a halo as his reddish blue eyes could barely hold eye contact with you before rolling back to back of his head from the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his girth. His eyes always turned a bit more to red, his natural eye color when he was with you. You always bring out his human side so selfishly, so greedily making him crave you like a forbidden fruit from the finest lands that galaxy could ever offer. Making him love yet hate mornings that you wake up next to him, beautiful like a dream as your head rests on his chest, your voice still heavy with sleep as you speak, your eyes glossy as you look up at him and hold him closer to your heart.

“Was it worth it?”

.

Your expression now neutral your eyes slightly opened, glancing at the nothing in particular as you remembered that…time. Last time actually. Last time you got to hold body of your beloved in your hands selfishly.

You knew very well what Anaxa planned. You weren’t a dummy, maybe not an crysos heir but your endless nights full of reading and learning history made you understand clues and read through the actions that made you understand what your partner was meaning to do.

Even Cerces—…or rather Calypso were now residing inside your partner’s body like she found it, a corpse that is now used for keeping her alive gave you a little privacy for your own sake. She might be the titan of reason but she also loved, now dead titan of love, her beloved one.

*

Resting against Anaxa’s body you bathe together, your fingers gently brushing through his hair you washed his hair from behind him. Tips of your fingers rubbing through hair and massaging his scalp before rinsing it off. luke warm water softly splashing against the walls of the bathtub as you moved when washing each other’s bodies, innocently appreciating the beauty of the human body together as you guided his head to rest between your breasts when you finished, deciding to spend some more time together here. Your lips pressed against his scalp as your fingers slowly moved from his hands to forearms, then his upper arms and shoulders as you gently squeezed and worshiped skin underneath your fingertips.

After it your hands slowly circled around to his front as you lowered your head and started pressing light, butterfly kisses on back oh his neck as your fingers went over the length of his neck, feeling up his adam's apple before brushing his collar bones softly before going over his chest and stopping against now slightly prominent ribs, one hand rubbed over his ribs as other went up and cupped one of his breasts, gently rubbing it as a soft noise slipped through his mouth but he decided to stay silent and let you continue your little ministration. You hummed against his neck, you pressed lingering kisses on his neck as that hand that lingered went towards the crack in his chest before two of your fingers slowly slipped into the void.

Moan slipped his lips as his head lulled back on your shoulder, letting you press more open mouth kisses against his skin as your fingers slowly slipped in and out of his chest, making him practically whimper as your hand found its way over his stomach towards between his legs, your hand softly grabbing his cock as you give a few experimental squeezes around the shaft and head before pumping it up and down, letting him feel a bit of the pleasure of act of pleasure that usually happens between you.

You decided to tease him, after just a bit you slowly pulled away your hands from his body as you pulled out the plug of the drain as you turned his head towards you and gave you a dirty look while looking like a wet cat. You giggled before kissing him apologetically before helping each other out of the bath and you two didn’t even bother to put on the clothes as you entered your shared room together.

“Sun” was slowly setting down on the city as you two stared at it wordlessly before you took a step closer to him, taking his hands into yours as you pulled his body against yours together as you rested your forehead against his for a long moment.

Your breast pressed against his, soft tummy resting against his stomach and his cock slightly twitching as it brushed against your thigh. His own hands slowly followed almost the exact same route that you did, slightly rough tips of fingers caressing your skin like it’s a sacred thing, gently rolling mounds of your breast between his fingers and brushing though rolls of your back gently, rubbing your thighs and squeezing around your hips and waist as you own body got excited from his touch.

After a shared kiss, you took the lead as you guided him towards the bed before making you face him as you got a hold of his butt, squeezing it before lowering your beloved into the sheets. Your lips quickly found his as you two made out.

You pulled back as you started at the beautiful man underneath you, your hands gently spread his legs as shifted between them, your fingers rubbing over the length of his things as you spoke as you lowered yourself down, kissing down his stomach and slowly pulling down as your lips pressed a few lingering kisses over the length of his already erected cock before gently probing against the hole underneath his cock before slowly inserting your fingers in, drawing a moan from him as you lifted yourself back, fingering him slowly before picking up the peace.

“I-wish for you to stay here with me, very much so, y’know?”

You spoke, your voice neutral and light but a hint of genuine emotion in your voice as you worked him open. There was always an elephant in the room, even when you don’t address it. Always looming over both, especially the last 14 days since he betrayed Crisos Heirs and seemingly joined the Council of Elders, you know it wasn’t the complete truth yet you know the real reasons why he did it, you could only put hope and faith in his experiments. He will die in the end either way.

“It’s a selfish thing, I'm aware, but it’s still a wish.”

You chuckled, keeping your emotions in check barely as your fingers didn’t waver from it’s peace as you flexed them inside Anaxa before pulling them away and practically shamelessly licking them clean before him as a light blush appeared on his chest and cheeks.

You moved slightly, getting into a more comfortable position as your hand grasped your shaft, giving it a few pumps before centering it on his entrance as another held onto Anaxa’s waist to keep him in place, his legs instinctively moving around your waist as you pushed inside.

Giving his waist a squeeze you slowly pushed your hips forward as he mewled at the size, his hand clasping around your arm on his waist as the other hand kept his legs open as you gave a couple of trusts, as you couldn’t help but to moan as he was practically sucking you. Your voice stuttered as you spoke again, gaze fixated on him as your feelings grew harder to hide as you picked up your speed, your frustration over everything around you finally getting to you as Anaxa moaned and gasped as his legs quivered from each slaps of skin against each other as you blabbered about.

“Fuck- i just wish to keep you next to me. Keep you here—..”

You spoke as every thrust of your hips makes his head fall back into the pillow as breathless moans escape his lips if your lips weren’t on his, mouthing every single reaction from him and engraving them into your memory.

Even when you already finish so deep inside of his body, your hips don’t stop. Going far and beyond as you greedily pump him full of your seed as his cunt greedily squeeze and relish in the warmth substance that was now so deep inside of him. Your hand on his member, helping him ride out his high as his stomach gets coated with his own cum as an almost filthy ring of combined releases slips away from his gaping core as it slides down his skin into the sheets when you pull out.

Finally you let yourself cry, almost pathetic sounds emerge from depths of your poor, human heart as you weakly flop next to his breathless body as you sob, not wanting to wake up tomorrow to your partner, love of your life not existing as he get sentenced to the execution by Aglaea because of mingling with Kephalie’s body to find the answer to his life long question.

“I don’t want to-…i don’t want to not have you next to me Anaxagoras. I want to hold you to my side for the rest of my life. I could only love someone like you and that’s it. And no one like that exists.”

You spoke your heart out, most words barely understandable as you sobbed into his chest as you curled around him. His hands now gently rubbed against your back, letting you cry out your fears and troubles to him. After a while, when your tears dried out and your head rested on his chest again, you whispered softly as your head felt too heavy for your eyes to stay open to for much longer. Your words broke the pained silence as a tear slipped over your cheek towards his chest before it slipped into the endless greenish void inside his chest.

“Please…just don’t leave me alone.” I love you.

It was almost silly, Anaxa thought to himself as he watched you slowly slip into the dreamland as his hand gently cupped your face, his thumb passing over your cheek as he brushed away draid tears from your skin as he kissed your forehead as he whispered against your skin softly.

“Don’t leave you alone?…What a surprise tomorrow will have to you, my dear.” I love you too.

*

Even when you wake up the next day, your body as usually turning around automatically to greet the love of your life just for your breath to catch as you see empty…not empty sheets?

A soft sound greeted you as your heart skipped a beat as you were greeted by…a baby? Newborn baby curled into the soft blanket as it fluttered her eyelashes open and looked at you before cooing softly, greeting you like you were the guest in your own bed as she smiled at you, immediately recognizing who you are.

Your voice got lost on you as you almost abruptly sat up, not even caring to cover your naked body with sheets as you cradled the little baby to your chest as the little head rested on your chest as you felt your heart beating in your ears. You finally dated to look down at the baby within your chest more deeply and…stare at her. She had just a light bit of the hair on top of her head as her eyes showed a mix of your own eyes color mixed with Anaxa’s natural eye color. Soft futures mix of both. A sound akin to sob left your lips as you couldn’t help but to smile at the little being in your arms.

You brought a little baby to your heart after checking if she needed anything quickly before laying down and just…feeling the moment. You glanced finally outside towards the Downcloud whose entrance was still visible from the window of your room of the house where you and Anaxa used to live together when you finally became officially together when you and him weren’t working in the Grove of Epiphany. You took a deep breath as you knew what would happen next.

*

He was…indeed very much dead. You got a full story from other people after the entire “show” went down with tricking council of elders and Caenis and entire all of other crysos heirs and citizens and how he practically ripped out the coreflame from his heart for his to get the crysos heir journey could continue. He was called a great performer for a reason.

You would probably sink down some rabbit holes after that and never show your figure again in public but you know that you couldn’t. You know that Anaxagoraa would want and you do have now a couple months old baby, Aurora. Only so little and young but you can see her father within her as she was going ahead her age, already standing up and walking at 9 months with little help from you, not even a month later she called out for you with her words being your name and funny version of Anaxagoras names as you showed her picture of you and him from the years back as you introduced her to him, not wanting her to not know her other parent. You know that Anaxa would like that.

He literally used the state of his body, power and knowledge to actually make his daughter from within him AND birth her from the gaping hole in his chest in the middle of the night of his last day being alive…so it’s only fair, i guess?

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You would like to to remember more of your dear partner but a little grabby hands doesn’t give you a chance to think about him too much as she demands your attention, or politely said requests your mind to be on here as she curl into your chest as she slept next to you as she giggled into your skin as you smiled at her. you two had a lazy and comfortable cuddle session with a droma plushie she carried with herself like a lucky charm.

You finally pulled yourself and her out of the bed, her body resting onto your hip as you carried herself towards the window as you two grazed upon the holy city. She rested her head on your shoulder as you kissed her head and glanced over the Castrum Kremons one last time as you smiled to yourself as you let yourself relax and get comfortable as you knew what was coming to happen in just seconds.

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“Was it worth it?”

And you finally had the answer to that question on your last breath as the world around you crumbled as Trailblazer cracked the truth of this world and you hugged your daughter closer to you and her plushie before finally answering.

“…I think it was worth it every single minute.”

“May we…all reunite in the new world before the gates of truth together.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙭𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨.

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flame spirit yada yada needs to go BRING THE PINK LESBIAN!!

Aughfjgkgg I love pink characters… Can she come faster

@sweet-comatose :3333 I think it looks neat

i have only 10 pulls after anaxa, pleasee

he’s so bbg

My new pookie looking beautiful in 3D

okay some kind of one-shot about this when

I cannot get over anaxa being a sassy bitch in his text thing to aglaea lmao

In the Japanese text apparently, he even calls her a hypocrite lolol. Praying so hard that he stays as insufferable (or even more) as this. Bitch of the bitches or whatever it is, we need more characters who have no chill.

This, unironically gave me an idea : Anaxa who is hated throughout Amphoreus with a Reader who is loved by everyone — how basic it is to fall for you. He thought himself to be sharper than that, not be weak to the trap you definitely have set. It's simply not logically possible for everyone to love someone unanimously, it has to be an illusion — like that sky of Amphoreus. It is a shame that a scholar's curiosity is his greatest bane, he never should've never fostered his questions.

Or the less emotionally packed and sweeter alternative, one where you're in an established relationship and a rather happy one at that. The people of Amphoreus can't comprehend this match, there has to be something more to this, right? Blink twice if you need help.

going to sleep after saving another 30+ edits of Anaxa, goodnight beautiful world

and fuck chemistry

a special goodnight to my wife ofc

someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

Yandere!Anaxa x Mage!Reader

The first time he saw you, you were undoing his chains.

His wrists were raw, skin torn from years of iron biting into flesh. His once-proud posture was nothing more than a hunched, broken frame, his long, pale green hair tangled and dull. He had no strength left to fight, only hatred simmering behind the eyes that still refused to yield.

You tended to him with hands far too gentle for someone with your power. You fed him, clothed him, healed him. And when his body recovered, you honed his mind.

"You’re free now" you had told him, but it wasn’t freedom you gave, it was discipline, strength, purpose. You sharpened his survival instincts, refined his combat abilities, ensuring he could stand on his own before releasing him into the world.

At first, he thought you were no different from his past captors, just another powerful figure toying with him under the guise of mercy. But as time passed, your kindness never faltered. You spoke to him, not as a master, not as an owner, but as an equal.

And then, one day, you left.

No farewell, no explanation. You had done your duty, and that was all he was to you. A responsibility. A passing moment in your grand, untouchable life.

He should have forgotten you. But he couldn’t. So he searched.

He followed whispers, traced the echoes of your name through the cities and villages, piecing together the legend that surrounded you. Y/n L/n, the Kingdom’s Respected Mage. Revered, beloved, unmatched in power. People spoke of you in awe, their eyes filled with admiration, their voices dripping with devotion.

It infuriated him. They didn’t deserve you. They hadn’t seen you the way he had.

And yet, you had left him behind to return to them.

His fingers curled into fists, trembling with rage and something far darker. If he wanted you, if he wanted you to be his, he needed to become more.

More than the people who adored you. More than the kingdom that praised you. More than even you yourself.

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The Kingdom’s Grand Arcane Tournament, a competition where only the strongest mages, warriors, and scholars gathered to prove their worth. Victory meant recognition, power, and most importantly… a chance to stand before you.

Anaxa’s lips curled slightly as he adjusted his gloves, ignoring the eyes around him. He wasn’t here for glory. He wasn’t here for the approval of nobles or the admiration of the masses. No, he was here for one reason alone.

To surpass you. And he was close.

The trials had been brutal, designed to eliminate the weak and unworthy. Fire rained from the sky, ice storms threatened to freeze bones solid, illusion magic twisted reality into nightmares. Yet, he endured. He thrived.

Every challenge was a step closer to you.

And then, fate finally brought you before him.

He had been walking through the grand halls of the castle, led by a guard toward the final test, when he saw you.

You moved with effortless grace, your robes flowing like liquid magic, the insignia of the Royal Mage embroidered upon your chest. Power radiated from you, but it was your presence that struck him the hardest.

The way nobles bowed their heads in respect. The way knights stepped aside in silent reverence. The way the very air seemed to hum in response to your existence.

You had grown even more magnificent. More untouchable.

His breath caught as he stepped forward, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

"Y/n!"

For a fleeting moment, your eyes flickered toward him. And then...nothing. No recognition. No reaction. You walked past him as if he was no more than a stranger, your focus already on your destination.

Anaxa froze.

Something inside him twisted, snapped, burned.

You ignored him? No.... No, no, no. This wasn’t right.

After everything. After all this time.

His fists clenched, his breathing shallow, but before he could move, the guards pushed him forward.

"The final test awaits" one of them grunted, leading him toward the towering gates of the Arcane Trial Grounds.

Anaxa didn’t resist. He let them guide him, but his thoughts never left you. It didn’t matter. Soon, it wouldn’t matter. Because when he won, when he stood above everyone else, you would have to look at him.

The moment Anaxa stepped inside the Tower, the air grew heavier, thick with enchantments woven over centuries. The last trial wasn’t a simple battle...it was a test of mind, body, and soul.

Whispers curled through the halls, illusions flickered at the edges of his vision, phantoms of his past trying to drag him into despair.

He saw chains. Rusted. Bloodied. Binding his wrists once more.

"You will never be free."

A voice sneered from the shadows. His very own voice. The voice of the boy who had once been weak. The boy you had left behind.

Anaxa exhaled slowly, his pink-violet eyes sharpening with cold resolve.

With a flick of his wrist, magic surged through him, and the illusions shattered like glass.

He wasn’t that boy anymore.

And he would prove it.

One step at a time, he climbed. The Tower challenged him with spell after spell, enemy after enemy, but he never faltered. His body ached, his magic burned in his veins, but he kept going.

Until, at last, he reached the highest chamber, the domain of the Royal Mage.

Your domain.

His breath was ragged, his clothes tattered, but a smirk played at his lips as he pushed the grand doors open.

And there you were.

Standing at the center of the grand hall, surrounded by books, scrolls, and floating runes. You turned at the sound of the door creaking open, your eyes meeting his once more.

This time, you didn’t ignore him.

"You pass."

That was all you had said when Anaxa stood before you in the Tower's highest chamber, battle-worn yet victorious. No praise, no warmth, just a simple statement before you handed him his new assignment. He would now serve directly under you, a mage of the Tower, tasked with studying arcane knowledge, assisting with research, and maintaining magical defenses for the kingdom.

But despite his new status, you kept your distance.

You never looked at him for long. You never spoke beyond what was necessary. You never acknowledged the years he had spent chasing after you.

Still, he obeyed. He played the role of the devoted mage, following your every instruction without complaint. If keeping his head down, working tirelessly, and proving his worth was the only way to break through your walls, then so be it. But he pushed himself too far.

It happened late one night. The Tower was quiet, most scholars having retired to their quarters, but Anaxa remained. He sat hunched over an ancient text, his normally immaculate pale green hair disheveled, dark circles forming beneath his eyes.

His fingers trembled as he traced sigils onto parchment. His mind swam, exhaustion clawing at the edges of his consciousness, but he refused to stop.

Just a little more. Just a little longer.

He had to be stronger. Smarter. Worthy.

The ink blurred. His vision swayed.

And then.. his body crumpled forward, knocking over a stack of scrolls as he collapsed onto the cold stone floor.

When he woke, the world was softer.

The unbearable ache in his body remained, but something warm pressed against his forehead- a damp cloth, cooling his fevered skin. His mind was sluggish, his limbs weak, but as he slowly blinked his way back to consciousness, a familiar presence filled his senses.

You. You were there.

His head rested on something—no, someone. Your lap.

Your hands, ones he had longed for, ones that had once freed him now hovered over his chest, weaving delicate healing sigils into the air.

His breath hitched.

“...You’re awake.”

Your voice was as calm as ever, but there was something different this time. A softness, a quiet concern you hadn’t shown him before. Anaxa swallowed hard, unsure if this was reality or some cruel dream.

"You overworked yourself" you said simply, as if scolding a stubborn child. "You need to rest."

He should have answered. Should have thanked you, should have reassured you that he was fine. But his mind was drowning in you. Your scent, your warmth, the way your fingers had just barely brushed against his hair. For the first time in so long, he felt something other than burning obsession. He felt peace.

His lips parted, his voice hoarse. "Stay."

You paused, your fingers stiffening for just a fraction of a second. Then, with the same unreadable expression, you withdrew your hand.

"You need sleep" you repeated, carefully shifting his head off your lap and onto a pillow instead. "I’ll check on you in the morning."

And just like that, the warmth vanished. The door clicked shut behind you. Anaxa stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him.

For a moment, he had hoped.

For a moment, you had been his.

And now, more than ever, he knew he had to make you stay.

Anaxa was always watching. Always waiting.

For your approval. For your attention. For you.

But no matter how much he proved himself, no matter how hard he worked, you remained just out of reach. Close enough to torment him with your presence, but distant enough to remind him that he was still beneath you.

So when whispers of forbidden magic reached his ears, whispers of power that could surpass even yours- he listened.

It started with a single spell. A curse laced into his fingertips, shadowed energy that crackled at his touch. The rush of it, the sheer force, was intoxicating. For the first time, he felt as though he could close the gap between you. But you found out.

The moment you saw the dark magic coiling around his form, your expression darkened, your voice sharper than he had ever heard.

"Are you insane?" You demanded, eyes burning with disappointment. "You know what dark magic does to the mind of people, to the soul. Were you really willing to throw everything away for this?"

He had expected punishment. Maybe even expulsion.

But instead, you chose supervision. From then on, you kept him under your watch, ensuring he didn’t step out of line.

It should have felt like a leash.

But to him? It felt like being caged in your presence. And he loved it.

Under your watchful eye, Anaxa returned to his duties, but the hunger in his heart never faded.

Late at night, when the Tower was silent, he poured over ancient scrolls, searching for something he had never dared to seek before- his past.

And he found it.

His people. His homeland. The ones who had sold him into chains. The weight of it settled in his chest like stone. The hatred, the pain boiled beneath his skin. He couldn’t stay here. Not when the past still breathed. So he did the only thing he could. He ran.

Slipping past the Tower’s wards was difficult, but not impossible. He had memorized every security spell, every blind spot. He knew how to disappear.

But he also knew you would never let him go so easily.

He should have known you were following him.

Every time the road grew dangerous, every time the enemy’s traps were one step ahead of him, something interfered. A spell dissolving a barrier. A blade missing its mark. A shadow moving just out of sight.

By the time he reached his enemies- the cowards who had once controlled his fate, he knew. You had been there the entire time. But it didn’t matter. Not when he stood before the people who had once sold him into slavery. Not when he saw the fear in their eyes. And suddenly… revenge felt meaningless.

They weren’t gods. They weren’t demons. They were just pathetic.

Killing them wouldn’t erase the past. It wouldn’t change anything.

So he turned his back on them.

And when he walked away, he knew you were waiting.

The journey back to the Tower was silent.

You never scolded him. Never demanded answers.

But when you finally reached your chambers, he fell apart.

"Erase it" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Erase everything."

You stiffened. "Anaxa..."

"Please." His eyes were wild, desperate. "If it’s you...if it’s your magic, master...I won’t fight it."

You frowned. "Memories shape the mind. If I remove them, it will change you."

"It’ll be fine if it’s you controlling me."

The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them.

For a long moment, there was silence.

"You need rest" you said softly.

You turned away.

And for the first time, he wished you would just take him. The silence after his plea was unbearable. You didn’t answer him. You didn’t cast the spell he begged for. You simply turned away, as if his pain, his very existence, was just another fleeting moment in your long, untouchable life. And that broke something inside him. Days passed. Then weeks. Anaxa returned to his duties, but he was different now.

He still watched you. Still obeyed you. Still craved you.

But now, there was nothing else left inside him.

The hatred, the grief, the fire that once burned in his veins- gone.

All that remained was you.

You, who had refused to erase him. You, who had refused to free him from his torment. You, who had chosen to let him suffer.

And if you would not take away his pain, then there was only one other path left.

It happened deep in the Tower, beneath layers of wards and forgotten corridors, where only the most forbidden spells were kept.

Anaxa stood before an ancient circle, his fingers tracing over runes that pulsed with dark magic.

If you would not erase his past… If you would not take control of his mind…

Then he would give everything to you himself.

A spell older than time. A binding more powerful than any chains.

A curse that would tie his very soul to yours.

By the time you found him, the ritual was nearly complete.

"Anaxa!" Your voice cut through the chamber, furious and sharp. "Stop this!"

He turned, smiling softly. Finally, finally, you were looking at him.

"I can’t" he murmured. "I don't want to exist without you anymore."

The runes flared to life. Magic crackled around him, the binding beginning to weave itself into his flesh. You moved. Faster than he had ever seen before, you raised your hands, and in an instant, his spell was shattered.

The backlash sent him to his knees, gasping as raw magic burned through his veins. His vision blurred, his breath ragged, but none of it mattered. Because you were standing over him now, your face unreadable, your fingers curling into tight fists.

"You're a fool" you whispered. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

He let out a breathless laugh, his eyes filled with something between devotion and madness.

"I tried to give myself to you" he said. "But I was wrong, wasn't I?"

"You're the only one who can claim me. So do it, master." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Make me yours."

You stared at him.

At the man who had once loathed you. At the boy you had saved. At the monster you had created.

And for the first time, you hesitated.

Because despite everything… you felt it too, didn’t you?

The way he always sought you out. The way he belonged to you, in a way no one else ever had.

Maybe it would be easier if he was only yours. If he never left. If you never had to wonder if he'd disappear into the night, chasing ghosts of a past he could never change. Maybe it would be better if he belonged to you alone.

But in the end, you didn’t say those words.

You only sighed, kneeling beside him, your fingers brushing over his pale hair.

"You’re staying" you murmured. "That much is certain."

His breath hitched.

"But" you continued, your voice turning firm, "I will never take away your mind, your will, your soul."

You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you.

"You don’t get to run away from your pain, Anaxa. Not with dark magic, and not through me."

He trembled. He hated this. Hated the way you still held the power, the way you still refused to let him give himself up completely.

But deep down, he knew, he had already lost.

And yet, as he knelt there, drinking in the warmth of your touch, he decided.. that was fine. Because in the end, whether you wanted it or not. He was already yours.