Liang Tea

I like nerds. heh. — 18!

[liangtea-brew]

"𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓪?"

Hi~🍃

My name is Liang Tea, Tea for short. I'm 18 and I go by she/her. I'm a writer and an artist. I'm Indonesian and an ESL ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

I mostly post xreader, ocs, canonxcanon, or anything from my head! My contents are mostly SFW, I won't write smut, but there are stuffs that I might excuse/consider.

Feel free to ask me anything/request, although it won't be fulfilled all the time. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) It's a pleasure to meet you~

Masterlist

[liangtea-brew]

I actually love reading people's notes when they reblog. You guys should do it more its silly :⁠-⁠D

[liangtea-brew]

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓐 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 — 𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓖𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Imagine meeting meeting someone so beautiful during your train ride to your campus. Gathering all the courage to talk to them, walking up to them and telling them how beautiful they are before running away because you felt embarrassed. Only to find them sitting beside you during your calculus course.

What are the chances that the beautiful stranger you met on the train, complimented, and asked their number for is your classmate? During the whole class you tried to avoid looking at him directly, trying to focus on what the professor is saying. But his glances is a bit difficult to not notice.

To make things worse, turns out the professor had a very evil plan. He made your chairmate your assigned partner for the WHOLE semester. You really wished you could avoid him, but it seems like fate has other plans.

You could hear a low chuckle coming from beside you, "I suppose I wouldn't have to give you my number anymore?"

Of course he remembers! Oh my Archons!

"Although I would love to have your name instead. Greetings, I'm Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, a 2nd year student. But for simplicity's sake you can calll me Flins." he extended his hand, expecting you to return a handshake with him.

You contemplated for a second before taking his hand and giving your name. The red on your face still hasn't disappeared yet, and you still can't look him straight in the eye.

You could tell that he found amusement in your reactions from the way he smiled. He's definitely enjoying this whole thing, "I look forward to our partnership."

Note(s):

Should I continue? I feel like this would be fun to explore in the shape of a SMAU 🤤. I was actually contemplating wether im going to do this for Ratio or Flins. But then I thought that it'd be more fun with Flins' flirtatious choice of word and boldness haha

[imnasamu]

"No One Knows We Are Dating!"

Dan Heng X Reader ft. The Astral Express Family Summary: In which, you're absolutely certain you've pulled off the greatest undercover operation in Astral Express history by keeping your relationship with Dan Heng a secret. Unfortunately for you, everyone may have figured it out a long time ago.

YOU/ (Y/N)

No one knows Dan Heng and I are dating.

Not a soul. Not March. Not Stelle. Not Himeko. Not Mr. Yang.

Especially not March. Honestly, I'm a genius.

People always say it's impossible to keep a relationship secret when you live together on the Astral Express. (Especially cuz March exists). It's a fairly small train with minimum crew. Everyone notices everything. 

But I have surpassed them all! 

Dan Heng and I have been dating for three whole months. THREE. That's 92 days of top-teir deception.

Do you know how hard that is? It took me a whole week to figure out the abandoned areas where no one would disturb us.

Now, I think we have mastered keeping our relationship a secret. 

Whenever we're sitting together, we make sure there's at least one person between us. We don't hold hands during meetings. We don't call each other by embarrassing nicknames. We only sneak kisses when no one is looking. 

I have even come up with a list of excuses if anyone caught us!

Some of them being...

"Oh! I was just taking out an stray eyelash from his face."

"I just happened to walk into the same room."

"No, I am only sleeping in his room because I don't want to waste electricity."

"Its economical. You won't get it."

Perfectly believable.

I even started arguing with Dan Heng in front of everyone once every few days so nobody gets suspicious. Sometimes over petty things like stealing food or even wearing my socks.

God, I should be an actor. 

Sometimes I catch him smiling at me during dinner. Terribly cute but he isn't very smart, you know? He doesn't realise the drastic consequences of being caught by one of them. So I just shoot him a warning glare and watch him turn back to his plate.

To console him, I usually sneak into his room late night.

Why?

See this is called a 'strategy'. Everyone is asleep, except maybe Stelle who is busy gaming. But she's too lazy to get up from her chair anyway. 

So where was I? Ah yes, night. 

So sometimes I enter my boyfriend's room, pulling him into a hug and peppering kisses all over his face. He is not much of a 'reaction' giver, but its obvious he loves the attention.

Why?

Cuz his lips lift up exactly 11 degrees. Its SO obvious he is head over heels for me.

After a fun night I make sure to leave his room before dawn.

Stelle treats his room like her own and I'd rather die than be caught sleeping with him. Not that it's embarrassing, but that....well...it is a little embarrassing....?

Honestly though...

I'm incredibly proud of us.

Three months.

Not one person has figured it out.

We're unstoppable.

DAN HENG

No one knows (Y/N) and I are dating.

At least...

She thinks no one knows.

It's a little cute.

Every morning she pretends not to notice me. 

Every afternoon she insists we're "just walking in the same direction."

Every evening she acts as though sitting beside me happened by coincidence.

Then, ten minutes later, she'll quietly hook her little finger around mine underneath the table.

Even I struggle to hold in my laugh sometimes. 

She believes she's subtle. (She is not.)

When she tries to hide her smile, her ears turn red.

When she lies, she speaks a little too quickly.

When she's embarrassed, she suddenly becomes fascinated with the nearest wall. God, she's adorable.

I think everyone knows. Or...at least some of them do?

No one says anything.

Maybe they are just being polite. Or maybe they are enjoying the show that we are putting up for them.

I certainly do.

Sometimes she'll drag me into an empty storage room because she's convinced nobody ever goes there. Which is factually incorrect. Pom-Pom visits occasionally.

And yet, she would pin me to a wall, looking left to right like she was some petty criminal looking for cops. And then with the most beautiful flush on her cheeks, she'd look up and me and say, "We are safe."

And then kiss me.

It's hard not to fall for someone like her. So full of warmth and energy, someone completely opposite to me.

I sometimes wonder if I ever deserved to love her. And then when I ask her the same question, she would yell at me non-stop for the next hour. As if the thought itself was absurd for her.

So I let her do whatever she liked. 

I don't have the heart to tell her that March nearly walked in on us kissing last week.

Or that Mr. Yang definitely noticed us leaving together. 

Or that Himeko started smiling every time she caught us making prolonged eye contact. 

She'll find out eventually.

Until then...

I'll happily keep pretending.

It's fun watching someone try so hard to hide how much they love you.

MARCH 7 TH

They're so obviously dating.

Like...

SO obviously.

I don't know how (Y/N)'s convinced herself she's being sneaky. I literally saw her going into Dan Heng's room at 11 in the night.

She insists I sit between them during breakfast, but the second I pull the chair she shoots me the nastiest glare. Ugh. Its soooooo obvious.

They always volunteer for the same missions.

Dan Heng carries her stuff before she even asks.

She steals food off his plate. And then proceeds to scold him for not stopping her.

Honestly, they are such a joke sometimes. Kind of those trash rom-coms. But instead of watching behind a screen I get to see the live version.

Do you know what's worse?

I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE. 

Not because I was spying!

I was taking scenic photos of the train! Beautiful lighting! Wonderful composition!

AND THEN, RIGHT AT THE BACKROUND OF THE PHOTO.

WAS THEM.

KISSING.

LIKE FULL ON MAKING OUT. (exaggeration)

I had to crop them out! Do you know how difficult photoshop is?!

LIKE CAN'T THEY GET A ROOM? THERE ARE SO MANY ON THE EXPRESS.

OR EVEN BETTER. THROW THEM OFF THE TRAIN.

Go kiss somewhere else. 

See, I'm not jealous. I'm absolutely not jealous.

I am perfectly happy being single.

...

It's just...

Hypothetically...

If anyone deserved a cute romance...

It'd obviously be me.

I'm adorable.

HIMEKO

I somehow always knew they'd somehow end up together. 

The first time (Y/N) boarded the express, she was the most comfortable around Dan Heng. And the very same boy who chose to keep his words short, starting having long conversations with her. 

Sometimes they'd sit on the sofa, talking about the planets they want to visit, or the food they wish to taste. 

...

Happiness has an odd way of changing people.

They soon found out ridiculous reasons to talk to each other, to stand beside each other. 

Little things.

The kind of things young people believe they're hiding.

I never wished to intrude.

Love deserves room to breathe.

Especially new love.

There is something rather precious about watching two people slowly build a place where they feel safe with one another.

I still remember the morning Dan Heng quietly poured her a cup of coffee before making his own. Or the time he stood anxiously near the sliding doors to wait for her return after a mission.

It was then I knew. 

I hoped they would tell us eventually. Not because they owed us an explanation. But because I wanted them to know they never had to hide.

This train has always been a home. And homes should be places where joy is celebrated, not hidden.

I truly hope they remain happy together.

That they continue laughing over breakfasts. Holding hands when they think no one can see. And find comfort in each other after completing long missions.

Life among the stars is full of uncertainty and exhaustion.

But somehow, love makes even the longest journeys feel warm.

WELT

I was the first to notice.

Not because they were careless. Simply because I have lived long enough to recognize the look.

It's a subtle thing.

The instinct to glance toward the same person after something amusing happens. The unconscious habit of checking whether they're safe during battle. The need to stay close to them, no matter the situation.

I believe I noticed sometime during our stop on Belobog. 

Neither of them had admitted anything aloud. Perhaps not even to themselves.

But the evidence accumulated naturally afterward.

They shared routines, lingering conversations and the occasional disappearances that somehow always involved the same two people.

Himeko eventually asked me one evening if I'd noticed.

I admitted that I had. And we agreed there was no reason to bring it up.

When March eventually started piecing things together, I asked her not to say anything.

She complained.

For 2 hours.

Still, she listened. 

I wanted them to tell us when they were ready.

People deserve the chance to define their own relationships in their own time. There is no virtue in forcing a confession before someone feels comfortable enough to offer it.

Besides, watching them attempt to be discreet has been unexpectedly entertaining.

Especially when (Y/N) confidently whispers to Dan Heng that no one has figured it out.

She says it with such conviction that I almost feel guilty.

Almost.

STELLE

They are.... WHAT?!??????

They're dating? Since when?

I thought they were cousins? or just very....very close friends.

...

They kissed?

On the train?

More than once?

...

Oh. That explains...

Everything.

...

Wait.

THAT'S WHY THEY KEPT DISAPPEARING AFTER DINNER?!

I thought they were playing cards. 

......Fuck, I owe March 20 credits.

Fin

THIS WAS A FUN ONE. I love dan heng sooooo much like UGH HES SO SWEET.

I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading

[liangtea-brew]

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓐 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 — 𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓖𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Imagine meeting meeting someone so beautiful during your train ride to your campus. Gathering all the courage to talk to them, walking up to them and telling them how beautiful they are before running away because you felt embarrassed. Only to find them sitting beside you during your calculus course.

What are the chances that the beautiful stranger you met on the train, complimented, and asked their number for is your classmate? During the whole class you tried to avoid looking at him directly, trying to focus on what the professor is saying. But his glances is a bit difficult to not notice.

To make things worse, turns out the professor had a very evil plan. He made your chairmate your assigned partner for the WHOLE semester. You really wished you could avoid him, but it seems like fate has other plans.

You could hear a low chuckle coming from beside you, "I suppose I wouldn't have to give you my number anymore?"

Of course he remembers! Oh my Archons!

"Although I would love to have your name instead. Greetings, I'm Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, a 2nd year student. But for simplicity's sake you can calll me Flins." he extended his hand, expecting you to return a handshake with him.

You contemplated for a second before taking his hand and giving your name. The red on your face still hasn't disappeared yet, and you still can't look him straight in the eye.

You could tell that he found amusement in your reactions from the way he smiled. He's definitely enjoying this whole thing, "I look forward to our partnership."

Note(s):

Should I continue? I feel like this would be fun to explore in the shape of a SMAU 🤤. I was actually contemplating wether im going to do this for Ratio or Flins. But then I thought that it'd be more fun with Flins' flirtatious choice of word and boldness haha

[liangtea-brew]

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓐 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 — 𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓖𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Imagine meeting meeting someone so beautiful during your train ride to your campus. Gathering all the courage to talk to them, walking up to them and telling them how beautiful they are before running away because you felt embarrassed. Only to find them sitting beside you during your calculus course.

What are the chances that the beautiful stranger you met on the train, complimented, and asked their number for is your classmate? During the whole class you tried to avoid looking at him directly, trying to focus on what the professor is saying. But his glances is a bit difficult to not notice.

To make things worse, turns out the professor had a very evil plan. He made your chairmate your assigned partner for the WHOLE semester. You really wished you could avoid him, but it seems like fate has other plans.

You could hear a low chuckle coming from beside you, "I suppose I wouldn't have to give you my number anymore?"

Of course he remembers! Oh my Archons!

"Although I would love to have your name instead. Greetings, I'm Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, a 2nd year student. But for simplicity's sake you can calll me Flins." he extended his hand, expecting you to return a handshake with him.

You contemplated for a second before taking his hand and giving your name. The red on your face still hasn't disappeared yet, and you still can't look him straight in the eye.

You could tell that he found amusement in your reactions from the way he smiled. He's definitely enjoying this whole thing, "I look forward to our partnership."

Note(s):

Should I continue? I feel like this would be fun to explore in the shape of a SMAU 🤤. I was actually contemplating wether im going to do this for Ratio or Flins. But then I thought that it'd be more fun with Flins' flirtatious choice of word and boldness haha

[liangtea-brew]

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓐 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 — 𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓖𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Imagine meeting meeting someone so beautiful during your train ride to your campus. Gathering all the courage to talk to them, walking up to them and telling them how beautiful they are before running away because you felt embarrassed. Only to find them sitting beside you during your calculus course.

What are the chances that the beautiful stranger you met on the train, complimented, and asked their number for is your classmate? During the whole class you tried to avoid looking at him directly, trying to focus on what the professor is saying. But his glances is a bit difficult to not notice.

To make things worse, turns out the professor had a very evil plan. He made your chairmate your assigned partner for the WHOLE semester. You really wished you could avoid him, but it seems like fate has other plans.

You could hear a low chuckle coming from beside you, "I suppose I wouldn't have to give you my number anymore?"

Of course he remembers! Oh my Archons!

"Although I would love to have your name instead. Greetings, I'm Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, a 2nd year student. But for simplicity's sake you can calll me Flins." he extended his hand, expecting you to return a handshake with him.

You contemplated for a second before taking his hand and giving your name. The red on your face still hasn't disappeared yet, and you still can't look him straight in the eye.

You could tell that he found amusement in your reactions from the way he smiled. He's definitely enjoying this whole thing, "I look forward to our partnership."

Note(s):

Should I continue? I feel like this would be fun to explore in the shape of a SMAU 🤤. I was actually contemplating wether im going to do this for Ratio or Flins. But then I thought that it'd be more fun with Flins' flirtatious choice of word and boldness haha

[c4tifangs]

once more, i have lost found my heart.

[flowercanopy]

˚⊱ ۫ ׅ scrambled contacts. ׅ ׅ ۫⊰˚ ᥫ᭡.𓂃 varka / flins / lohen / alhaitham / wriothesley / neuvillette x reader (separate)

ᝰ.tagged .ᐟ SFW · gn!reader · modern!au · mostly simple & linear choices · you’re either in college or is working · reader personality & typing habits varies across all chats · some chats may contain suggestive/darker content/description (come on, there's lohen) · 💡 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟎

ᝰ.a/n .ᐟ this is an old chatroom concept and i decided to rework the code in react for practice · let me know if you got to see varka’s selfie lol

.𓂃you texted person A (your friend) not knowing it was actually person B (your crush).

character list (in “person A → person B” format): flins → varka / kaveh → alhaitham / lisa → lohen / neuvillette → wriothesley  /  varka → flins / wriothesley → neuvillette

💬 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: Genshin Impact now You've got a new message!

"ummm... i'm new to this. what do i do? how do i play?"

click/tap on the "You've got a new message!" link above.

if prompted, enter your name.

if you're using a phone, turn your phone sideways to landscape mode to see the page properly.

on the top left, click/tap on the intertwined fates to change your profile picture.

on the top left, click/tap on your name (underlined, soft cream color) to change your name.

click/tap to pick any character from the list on the left panel.

select your reply choice(s) when prompted.

enjoy!

© strictly no repost, plagiarism, translation, or any contact with ai permitted .ᐟ

[liangtea-brew]

I recently found out that Flins and Vyn has the same MBTI as each other according to the fandom! Maybe it's a type? (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

[liangtea-brew]

I like to think that, if you're the type of person to sleep anywhere at anytime, Ratio would always bring you back to bed. You fell asleep on the couch? You woke up on your bed with the air conditioner on and a blanket over you.

You fell asleep on the dinner table while waiting for him? You'll wake up with his arms around you, holding you in place. His face buried on your nape, and his warm breath steady against your skin. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω`*)

Extra: When he wakes up he gave you an earful about how sleeping on the table will ruin your posture and earn yourself some back pain.

[dawngazer]

You’re an assassin who has been traveling through the cosmos for ages now, living in the shadows and learning how to conceal your tracks.

You thought you are good at your job, and you are. Killing your targets under the cover of night and without any traces left.

You thought you are a genius until you met him.

Veritas Ratio. He is the first ever person to catch you red-handed and the first thing that crosses your mind is “that’s it. He’ll turn me in.”

Alas, to your surprise, he does no such thing. Ratio’s will to teach and guide outweighs his pity for those corrupt scoundrels on your hit list by far.

Thus, he spends the next years teaching you how to assassinate without guns or knifes, but rather the mastery use of the chaos theory — the butterfly effect, to get the job done for you and make your life so much easier.

[ratiology]

i can imagine ratio's love language being "making alabaster heads" like,,, do yall see the vision

because he treats his alabaster head as a way to isolate himself from his surroundings right, and ratio's all about retaining the humanity in knowledge unlike the people in the genius society

so i kinda see his alabaster head, in a deeper level, his preservation and display of emotion (or affection, in your case) in his pursuit of knowledge, so he doesn't lose himself in the process

if we wanna go with the creepy direction, ratio might stare at your alabaster head when he's struggling to organise all the thoughts in his head. it just grounds him.

(oh god now i can't get the image of ratio wearing someone's alabaster head out of my head HELP)

(this is also an expansion on one of my old blog's fics)

[liangtea-brew]

Ratio Drabble — #001

The little things

One thing about Ratio is tha he's observant. He notices every little thing about you. How many sugar cubes do you put in your coffee. Your habit of putting your alarm through 7 snoozes. The fact that you never actually used your bookmarks and ended up forgetting where you left off on your book.

He remembers every thing, and because of that, he also tends to realize when something is wrong. Especially when you keep rubbing the side of your neck repeatedly throughout the day. The fact that you so subtly try to hide the fact that you probably have a neck pain right now.

Being the gentle and caring partner he is, he decided to check you out.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, you thought it was just one of your co-worker who is dropping another pile of work to your desk. So, you decided to not turn around and dismiss them as soon as possible, as you don't wish to be disturbed right now, "Just put the documents on my table, thank you."

Seeing this, Ratio sighed and shook his head. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, "It's me, dear."

You jumped at the familiar sound coming from the back of your shoulder, "Oh— Hi Veri, is there something wrong?" You turned around slowly.

He noticed it, you would usually turn to the right, but this time you're turning to the left. Something is definitely wrong with the right side of your neck. He frowned at the thought of you hurting yourself, "Are you okay?"

You were taken aback by his sudden question, "Uh, yeah? What's up?" You definitely won't tell him that you messed up your neck or he'll be worried sick!

He sighed, it seems like you won't admit it. He decided that he'll take a more direct approach, "Is your neck okay? You've been rubbing it all day."

Of course he noticed. Out of all the things that he could be paying attention to, he paid attention to you. If you think about it, it's really sweet of him, but you didn't want to make him worried. It's quite common for someone to wake up at the wrong side of the bed, and to have the possibility of their neck all sore and stuff.

"Huh, yeah it's okay! I just used the wrong pillow, nothing too serious." You laughed it off, hoping that he wouldn't pry too much into it.

He stared at you like he didn't believe a single word you just said, well, obviously he didn't.

"If you're going to lie, atleast do better." Walked off and returned with a pack of ice to help you soothe the pain.

"Show me where it hurts," he carefully moved your hair and gently pressed the icepack on where it hurts. You could feel the ice burn against your skin, but it would be a lie if it didn't slightly make your neck feel better.

"Thank you Veri," you held onto the ice pack and put a bit of preassure on it as Ratio lets go of it.

Extra:

The next day he took the effort to gift you a brand new pillow. He said that he picked it himself and he claimed that it's scientifically proven to prevent neck pain. He really goes the extra mile just to make sure his loved ones are well and happy.

[liangtea-brew]

Ratio Drabble — #001

The little things

One thing about Ratio is tha he's observant. He notices every little thing about you. How many sugar cubes do you put in your coffee. Your habit of putting your alarm through 7 snoozes. The fact that you never actually used your bookmarks and ended up forgetting where you left off on your book.

He remembers every thing, and because of that, he also tends to realize when something is wrong. Especially when you keep rubbing the side of your neck repeatedly throughout the day. The fact that you so subtly try to hide the fact that you probably have a neck pain right now.

Being the gentle and caring partner he is, he decided to check you out.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, you thought it was just one of your co-worker who is dropping another pile of work to your desk. So, you decided to not turn around and dismiss them as soon as possible, as you don't wish to be disturbed right now, "Just put the documents on my table, thank you."

Seeing this, Ratio sighed and shook his head. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, "It's me, dear."

You jumped at the familiar sound coming from the back of your shoulder, "Oh— Hi Veri, is there something wrong?" You turned around slowly.

He noticed it, you would usually turn to the right, but this time you're turning to the left. Something is definitely wrong with the right side of your neck. He frowned at the thought of you hurting yourself, "Are you okay?"

You were taken aback by his sudden question, "Uh, yeah? What's up?" You definitely won't tell him that you messed up your neck or he'll be worried sick!

He sighed, it seems like you won't admit it. He decided that he'll take a more direct approach, "Is your neck okay? You've been rubbing it all day."

Of course he noticed. Out of all the things that he could be paying attention to, he paid attention to you. If you think about it, it's really sweet of him, but you didn't want to make him worried. It's quite common for someone to wake up at the wrong side of the bed, and to have the possibility of their neck all sore and stuff.

"Huh, yeah it's okay! I just used the wrong pillow, nothing too serious." You laughed it off, hoping that he wouldn't pry too much into it.

He stared at you like he didn't believe a single word you just said, well, obviously he didn't.

"If you're going to lie, atleast do better." Walked off and returned with a pack of ice to help you soothe the pain.

"Show me where it hurts," he carefully moved your hair and gently pressed the icepack on where it hurts. You could feel the ice burn against your skin, but it would be a lie if it didn't slightly make your neck feel better.

"Thank you Veri," you held onto the ice pack and put a bit of preassure on it as Ratio lets go of it.

Extra:

The next day he took the effort to gift you a brand new pillow. He said that he picked it himself and he claimed that it's scientifically proven to prevent neck pain. He really goes the extra mile just to make sure his loved ones are well and happy.

[liangtea-brew]

Ratio Drabble — #001

The little things

One thing about Ratio is tha he's observant. He notices every little thing about you. How many sugar cubes do you put in your coffee. Your habit of putting your alarm through 7 snoozes. The fact that you never actually used your bookmarks and ended up forgetting where you left off on your book.

He remembers every thing, and because of that, he also tends to realize when something is wrong. Especially when you keep rubbing the side of your neck repeatedly throughout the day. The fact that you so subtly try to hide the fact that you probably have a neck pain right now.

Being the gentle and caring partner he is, he decided to check you out.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, you thought it was just one of your co-worker who is dropping another pile of work to your desk. So, you decided to not turn around and dismiss them as soon as possible, as you don't wish to be disturbed right now, "Just put the documents on my table, thank you."

Seeing this, Ratio sighed and shook his head. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, "It's me, dear."

You jumped at the familiar sound coming from the back of your shoulder, "Oh— Hi Veri, is there something wrong?" You turned around slowly.

He noticed it, you would usually turn to the right, but this time you're turning to the left. Something is definitely wrong with the right side of your neck. He frowned at the thought of you hurting yourself, "Are you okay?"

You were taken aback by his sudden question, "Uh, yeah? What's up?" You definitely won't tell him that you messed up your neck or he'll be worried sick!

He sighed, it seems like you won't admit it. He decided that he'll take a more direct approach, "Is your neck okay? You've been rubbing it all day."

Of course he noticed. Out of all the things that he could be paying attention to, he paid attention to you. If you think about it, it's really sweet of him, but you didn't want to make him worried. It's quite common for someone to wake up at the wrong side of the bed, and to have the possibility of their neck all sore and stuff.

"Huh, yeah it's okay! I just used the wrong pillow, nothing too serious." You laughed it off, hoping that he wouldn't pry too much into it.

He stared at you like he didn't believe a single word you just said, well, obviously he didn't.

"If you're going to lie, atleast do better." Walked off and returned with a pack of ice to help you soothe the pain.

"Show me where it hurts," he carefully moved your hair and gently pressed the icepack on where it hurts. You could feel the ice burn against your skin, but it would be a lie if it didn't slightly make your neck feel better.

"Thank you Veri," you held onto the ice pack and put a bit of preassure on it as Ratio lets go of it.

Extra:

The next day he took the effort to gift you a brand new pillow. He said that he picked it himself and he claimed that it's scientifically proven to prevent neck pain. He really goes the extra mile just to make sure his loved ones are well and happy.

[romopiod]

NO NEED FOR PRETENSE

SYNOPSIS. You have made it your personal mission to crack Flins' impossible composure. Unfortunately, the first person to break is you.

WORD COUNT. 3.2k

NOTES. All fluff!! No pronouns used for the reader. Please help, I'm head over heels in love with Flins...

Flins was a man of composure. Everything about him suggested careful cultivation—the way he carried himself, the measured cadence of his voice, the deliberate grace of his movements. He was the type to unintentionally fluster any who interacted with him. 

You found it amusing.

More than amusing, if you were being honest. There was something deeply satisfying about watching someone so perfectly put together navigate everyday interactions. You found Flins to be an enigmatic creature, and something inside you just burned to get a rise out of him. Sure, maybe it was simply the thrill of the mischief, but you wanted to test him, push him a little, see how he would react to some casual flirting. 

And if you were particularly enjoying the challenge of trying to get a reaction out of him, well. That was harmless, wasn't it? Just a little teasing. Just a bit of flirtation to see how exactly this man—the one who managed to charm literally everyone around him with effortless grace—would handle being on the receiving end for once.

The fact that you were attracted to him was beside the point. 

It didn't matter that whenever you caught even a glimpse of his purplish-blue hair, your heart did something stupid. It meant nothing when he leaned down to hear you better, his voice dropping into that velvety register that made you feel like some fundamental part of you had just ceased existing. None of it mattered. Certainly not.

And hey, if nothing at all, what harm could some light flirting cause?

Your first opportunity for mischief, you were sitting together near the lighthouse. The evening light cast everything in soft amber. Conversation had drifted from topic to topic; nothing particularly important, just the easy back-and-forth of people comfortable in each other's presence. You'd been leaning against his side, playing with the cuff of his sleeve. He'd let you, the way he always did.

At some point, you'd mentioned something about having to leave soon. Return to your duties. The usual obligations that kept pulling you away.

"I'll be gone for a few days," you'd said.

Flins had simply nodded, listening.

And that's when the impulse struck.

"I bet you'll miss me," you said, your tone light but deliberately aimed. You tilted your head to look at him, watching for a reaction.

He turned to face you. His shoulder brushed against yours when he did, and you caught the faint scent of something cool and unfamiliar. Flins’ smile seemed to stretch just a little, his eyes narrowing. He reminded you of the Fae. 

"Of course," he said.

You'd expected a deflection. A joke. Instead, he'd just said it, and the weight of his attention suggested he meant it. That he understood exactly what you were doing and was letting you do it anyway.

So you pushed.

"Like, really miss me," you continued, letting your fingers trail down his sleeve. "You'll probably think about me the whole time I'm gone."

He watched you for a moment. "Likely."

"I'll be devastated without you," you added, testing how far you could take this.

"Will you?" he asked softly. And his gaze was fixed squarely upon yours. You seemed to pick up on the slightest lilt of teasing towards the end of that question. But still, the manner in which he faced you—the utter unabashed composure—seemed genuine. 

“That's interesting," he continued. 

Your heart was doing something ridiculous. "What's interesting about that?"

"That you're telling me you'll be devastated rather than simply asking," he said. There was no mockery in it. His tone was almost contemplative, like he was turning over a puzzle piece in his mind. "Though I suppose indirect approaches are more entertaining."

Heat crept up your neck. He'd just called you out. Gently, without any edge to it, but he'd absolutely just pointed out exactly what you were doing.

"I'm not being indirect," you said, but your voice had gone softer.

"No?" He tilted his head slightly, and in the amber light, you noticed the precise line of his jaw, the way his hair caught the glow. When he looked at you like that, with complete attention, it made you feel like you were the only thing worth looking at. "That is up for debate, then, I suppose.”

Well. There would be other opportunities. Plenty of them, actually. This whole one-sided “game” had yet commenced, and you were only just beginning. It didn't matter that you were getting quite the pleasant rise from being able to flirt so brazenly with a man you'd been quietly obsessed with for the past couple of months. It was harmless. Just teasing. 

Over the next few days, you made it your mission.

Make him crack. That was the goal now. Get something—a blush, a stumble, a clever comeback. Anything that suggested the composed exterior had a weakness.

You started with compliments, delivered casually while you were walking through the cemetery together. "You have nice hands, you know," you said, watching as he adjusted something on one of the graves. He simply thanked you, like you'd complimented the weather.

Then came the flirtation. You'd lean closer than necessary when you were standing beside him. Play with his sleeve. Find excuses to touch his arm. Every gesture was wrapped in humor, safely deniable if he called you out on it. And every single time, he met it with the same patient calm.

A brow raised here. A small smile there. An acknowledgment that he noticed what you were doing—because he absolutely did—but no matching energy. He didn’t stumble over his words, his pale skin didn’t darkened with the hue of red blush, and he most certainly did not tease you back. Intentionally, that is. Flins’ very existence seemed to upset your carefully curated balance. 

On the third day, you tried jokes. Teasing comments about how he was probably the type to be good at everything. How his composure must be exhausting to maintain. How it was unfair that he managed to make even mundane tasks look graceful.

He listened to all of it with that infuriatingly gentle expression, like you were providing him with observations rather than attempting to dismantle him.

The frustrating part was that he clearly knew. There was awareness in the tilt of his head, in the way his eyes tracked your movements. He understood exactly what you were attempting. He just wasn't playing along. And that made it worse. Better. You weren't entirely sure which.

By the fourth day, you were running out of ammunition.

The previous few days had been a study in futility. You'd tried everything you could think of. Compliments delivered with a knowing smile. Flirtation wrapped in humor. Little jokes designed to catch him off guard. Nothing had worked. He'd simply absorbed each attempt with that same unflappable grace, and somewhere along the way, it had stopped feeling like a game you were winning and started feeling like a game only you were playing.

The worst part was that he clearly knew what you were doing. You could see it in the way his eyes tracked your movements, in the slight tilt of his head when you said something particularly bold. He understood exactly what you were attempting. He just wasn't giving you the reaction you wanted. No flustering. No stumbling. No moment where his composure cracked and revealed something underneath. 

In fact, your attempts had been so famously (infamously) fruitless that even Illuga had made it a point of note. "You know, perhaps Mr. Flins simply enjoys the attention," he'd said when he'd caught you trying to get a rise out of Flins during a supply run. "Some people are harder to rattle than others."

You had huffed then, indignantly, “Sure, but it’s absurd how he treats every comment I make as though it is the most obvious thing in the world!”

Illuga smiled then. Conflict avoidant as always, and a tad bit skeptical of Flins, he kept his opinions to himself. But you could have easily guessed what he was going to say: this is pointless. Shouldn’t you be focusing on your patrols?

It was starting to make you wonder if there was anything underneath at all, or if he was simply always like this. Infuriatingly calm.

But then, there was Nefer. You didn’t even know why you bothered to hide anything from her at all. She always found out about your little schemes; even the tiny, playful ones. 

“Persistent, aren’t you?” She commented. “Are you quite sure your crush on Flins hasn’t driven you up a wall?”

“I do not—” You began, but then stopped abruptly as you came to the (very obvious) realisation that your face went hot the moment his name and “crush” were in the same sentence. “—fine whatever. Still! It’s so… strange, how he never reacts.”

“Aw, poor you,” Nefer purred. You shot her a look.

She tilted her head, considering you. "Actions speak louder than words sometimes, you know. Especially with someone like him." She paused, adjusting the items in her arms. “Besides… the Fae are rather adept at words, so…”

You spent the last day turning both conversations over in your mind. 

Towards the end of a particularly gruelling patrol is when your next, hopefully successful opportunity for teasing presented itself. You were sitting on a bench near the lighthouse, close enough that your shoulders were almost touching. The afternoon was quiet. The snow twirled in the sky, a transient, glacial staircase coiling into the wind. Nod-Krai’s frost always seemed to have a mind of its own. Conversation flowed the same way the snow did. Gently, with easy flow and expected lulls. Sort of the perfect moment for a detour, really. 

"You know," you said, your tone deliberately playful, "if you asked nicely, I'd hold your hand."

You were grinning. Already prepared for the laugh, the deflection, the way he'd turn it into something clever. You had your exit strategy ready. In all honesty, you expected Flins to look at you kindly. Make a small comment about “how that would be ideal, considering the cold” but then simply pocket his hands into his jacket. Or something that would reduce the simmer of the conversation into a still pool, like every other time.

Instead, Flins simply glanced down at his own hand. Then, without a word, he turned his palm upward and offered it to you.

Waiting.

Your grin froze.

"...What are you doing?" you managed.

"Asking nicely," he said, smiling at you, elfishly.

Oh. Oh no.

You stared at his hand like it had personally betrayed you. Because this wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to laugh it off. Instead, he'd somehow turned your own joke into something sincere, and now you were sitting there unable to do anything but take his hand because the alternative was admitting that you completely miscalculated this entire interaction.

So you did. 

Your fingers found his, and his grip was warm and certain. His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles in a gesture that felt far too intentional for someone who was supposed to be unaffected.

You spent the next twenty minutes very carefully not combusting, acutely aware of every point of contact, every small movement of his hand against yours, every time his thumb made that gentle pass across your skin.

This was fine. Completely fine. You'd simply bitten off more than you could chew, that was all.

You thought you were recovering. You were not recovering.

The problem was that you'd learned absolutely nothing from the hand-holding incident. If anything, it had made you more confident. More reckless. You'd convinced yourself that you could still win this game, that one successful moment of sincerity didn't change the overall trajectory of your campaign to crack his composure.

So when you'd finally extracted your hand from his (after what felt like an eternity of trying to act unaffected), you pushed just a bit more. Surely, it could not get worse from now, could it?

"You know..." you started, already smirking.

"Hm?" He turned to look at you, waiting.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually liked me."

You grinned. You were expecting a smile. A laugh. Maybe something playful that would let you both pretend this had all been harmless banter.

Instead, Flins went quiet. An awful kind of silence. The kind of silence that realistically only lasts a couple of seconds, a minute at max, but in your head rang for an hour. It seemed to consume you, settle the snow around you. What was most awful though was the fact that Flins was actually considering it. You could see the cogs turning in his head. The way he was turning over your comment, looking at every square inch of it.

Then he turned fully toward you, giving you his complete attention in a way that somehow felt worse than any response could have been.

"You needn't be so indirect," he said.

Your heart stopped. Actually stopped. "...What?"

"If you're asking whether I have feelings for you, you may simply ask."

If you thought the previous silence was bad, this was worse. Your brain had essentially ceased functioning. Flins simply waited, patient and composed, like this was a perfectly reasonable conversation to be having.

Then he tilted his head slightly. "Go on," he said, and his voice was gentle. Encouraging, even.

You'd walked directly into this. Deliberately constructed your own trap and then stepped into it with both feet while grinning the entire time.

The frustrating thing was that Flins didn't seem remotely aware that he was holding your entire nervous system hostage. Or perhaps he was aware. That possibility was somehow worse. While your thoughts scattered in every conceivable direction, he remained exactly as he'd always been—patient, attentive, and entirely willing to wait for an answer. There was no pressure in his expression, no trace of triumph at having finally cornered you. If anything, he looked faintly curious, as though he'd simply presented you with an obvious solution and couldn't quite understand why you were struggling to take it.

You swallowed. And then: "Do you?"

The question came out embarrassingly quiet.

For a moment, he simply looked at you. Then something softened in his expression, subtle enough that you almost missed it. "I've been quite fond of you for some time."

The words settled between you with alarming ease. That was it. He spoke as though he were commenting on the weather, or confirming some small detail you'd already known. As though admitting he liked you was not, in fact, causing every coherent thought in your head to immediately abandon ship.

You stared at him. Flins stared back. The snow continued drifting lazily through the air. Somewhere in the distance, waves crashed against the shoreline.

"You can't just say that,” you said, heat flooding your cheeks.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You asked."

"That doesn't mean you were supposed to answer so easily."

"I wasn't aware there was a correct amount of difficulty involved."

The laugh that escaped you sounded slightly hysterical. Of course that was his response. Of course.

The realization struck all at once then, arriving with the force of a physical blow. Every conversation from the past week rearranged itself inside your mind. Every compliment. Every flirtatious remark. Every ridiculous thing you'd said in the hope of getting a reaction. Not once had he denied any of it. Not once had he brushed you off. The problem was that you'd spent so long trying to make him flustered that you'd never stopped to consider the possibility that he simply wasn't interested in pretending otherwise.

"Oh my god."

His smile widened.

"Oh my god."

"You seem distressed."

"You like me."

"I do."

The immediate confirmation nearly killed you.

Your hands flew to your face. Some distant part of your brain registered that you were behaving like a complete fool. Unfortunately, that same distant part of your brain had become vastly outnumbered by the much louder part that was currently screaming.

When you finally lowered your hands, Flins was still watching you with that infuriating calm.

Suspicion immediately took root. Narrowing your eyes, you pointed accusingly at him. "What if you're teasing me?"

That earned a quiet laugh. "And what would lead you to that conclusion?"

"Because this feels suspiciously convenient."

"I see."

"You've spent days letting me embarrass myself."

"I never asked you to."

"That is not a denial."

The amusement in his eyes deepened. For a moment he simply regarded you, and then, to your immense frustration, his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes.

"Would this convince you?"

You opened your mouth, fully intending to answer. To say something clever, preferably. Something capable of restoring at least a fraction of the dignity you'd lost over the past ten minutes.

Unfortunately, you never got the chance.

Flins leaned in and kissed you.

His lips were warm against yours, soft in a way that felt unfair after all the time you'd spent trying not to think about them. For one dizzying moment, all you could focus on was the sensation of him—the brush of his mouth against yours, the faint pressure of his thumb where it rested against your knuckles, the cool air gathering at your cheeks while everything else felt impossibly warm. It wasn't a long kiss. It wasn't demanding. If anything, it felt terribly, devastatingly fond. Like a question he'd already known the answer to. 

And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that you could feel him smiling. The faint curve of his lips brushing yours, as though he found your complete inability to function endearing. By the time he pulled away, your heart had lodged itself somewhere in your throat, and you were left staring at him with the distinct sensation that something irreversible had just occurred.

You stared at him, owlishly.

And, for the first time in days, you caught something in his expression that hadn't been there before. Or perhaps it had always been there, hidden beneath the effortless composure you'd spent so much time trying to unravel. The fondness in his gaze was almost unbearably soft now, no longer filtered through amusement or polite patience. It was simply there, warm and open and directed entirely at you.

And then there was the faint dusting of pink at the tips of his ears.

You blinked.

Flins, apparently realizing exactly what had captured your attention, looked away for the briefest of moments.

But you saw it.

After days of teasing him, days of trying to make him crack, days of wondering whether anything could possibly ruffle that impossible composure, there it was. Not embarrassment, exactly. The discovery hit you harder than the kiss had.

"Oh my god," you whispered, for the third time that day.

His gaze flicked back to yours. The corners of his mouth curved upward.

"What?"

You pointed at him immediately. "You are blushing!"

"Am I?"

The smile threatening at his lips made the response entirely unconvincing.

"You are."

"A little, perhaps."

It occurred to you then that perhaps Flins had been right all along. You needn't have been so indirect. The realization should have been embarrassing. Instead, it only made you smile.

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