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a/n: I really hope it’s ok for me to tag “x reader” for this one…and that the text format isn’t too weird or anything cuz *each picture is a separate scenario!!!!!!!!*
Journey across the cosmos Ratio's Study (Veritas Ratio x Reader)
Where you spend a night alone exploring Ratio’s study, while said scholar sleeps peacefully inside your shared bedroom, unaware of what you'd been up to.
Characters: Dr. Ratio ; word count: 500
a/n: This is a rewrite of something I posted on my old blog...hope the grammar/writing isn't weird or anything ><
You laid in bed, letting your limbs sprawling across the entire mattress as carefreely as one could. Next to you was Ratio, sleeping ever-so-peacefully with his head slightly propped up by fluffed pillows, tousled strands of indigo framing his features. You smiled at the sight of the scholar looking so relaxed and calm after a long day.
You gently traced his features, fingers moving along with the small bumps or crevices. You noticed the creases in the middle of his eyebrows, accumulated from scowling or frowning all day, and the small flakes of alabaster residue on his cheeks left from taking off his headpiece. These miniscule things reminded you that Ratio, just like everyone else, was human.
Ratio’s hair was messy from your fingers running through his wavy locks. A mischievous voice in your head told you to make silly hairstyles out of it, and you did exactly that. You took three strands of his hair and began braiding it, until it reached just above his ear. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker at your masterpiece, yet quickly stifled it when the man before you stirred, groaning while turning to his side, backside facing you. You took this as a sign from Ratio that he’d had enough with your antics (as he usually tells you so during the daytime), so you decided to lift yourself up from your shared bed and go wherever your feet took you.
In front of you was a scene far different than your quiet bedroom. Ratio’s study was anything but untidy. In fact, he tidies it every night after he finishes his work as a form of unwinding. The room was filled with fascinating trinkets and curios that Ratio had invented or had been gifted, possibly by acquaintances he’d met in all his years of journeying across the cosmos. A shelf in the corner of the room was lined with almost a dozen of alabaster heads, each with slightly differing details to them, like a slightly crooked nose or a different hairstyle. Perhaps this was Ratio’s unique (and amusing) way of experiencing variety and vibrancy in a world full of monotonous idiocies.
On his desk was Ratio’s golden headpiece that would be tightly clipped onto his hair day to day, perfectly complimenting his beautiful features. You picked it up with ease, twirling it around with your fingers. The headpiece had small scratches and dents on it, but still shone as brightly as Ratio did. That was something you’d always admired him for, of having the ability to shine amongst others, being “abnormal” in the best possible sense. You searched for anything else that was noteworthy on his desk until a miniature statue of himself caught your attention. The statue was about as big as your palm, posing with one finger pointing forward. Even a tiny sculpture could capture Ratio’s essence of being such a self-assured and bright scholar with how it stood proudly under his desklamp and holograms.
By this point, you’d begun to feel so tired to the point where sleeping next to your partner felt like a necessity in life. Ratio's chest was visibly rising and falling with every breath he took, almost inviting you to snuggle next to him under the comfortable blankets. That night, you dreamt of Ratio’s reaction to his hair being braided, and your failed attempts at stifling your giggles.
a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!! Next up is chrysos heirs as my texts w/ friends!!! eeee can't wait
FINALLY OUT!!!!!!! I know I said I'd get it done a few days ago but I kinda procrastinated...ehe
read here ^^
honestly might make hsr scholars a series it seems kinda fun
theres also a lot of hidden references in the fic:
"kokopo iii" is one of the dromas in amphoreus, dan heng's is based off of the "the serious of breakfast" lightcone, dr ratio's "you should see a shrink" quote was taken from a quote he said to sunday, phainon's love for honeycakes and yellow-purple combos is also a reference
A series of knocks interrupts your “study session” that consists of pacing around your room and gripping a stack of flashcards in your clammy hands.
No way.
NO WAY.
There’s no way Anaxa would head all the way to your place just to scold you, right??? The man wouldn’t even have enough energy for that…right? He calls himself a “feeble scholar” for a reason….
…RIGHT?!!
You open the door to find a surprisingly calm Anaxa. No scowl on his face, no arms crossed, no tapping his foot like an impatient rabbit. Just a deadpan expression that honestly made him even scarier. It’s giving “I’m not mad, just disappointed” energy.
Anaxa wastes no time in making himself comfortable on your couch, burying himself in what can only be described as a “den” of dromas plushies. He mumbles, “It would be much appreciated if you would stop standing there like you’re a freshman at the Grove…”
You grab the nearest dromas plushie and launch it at him with your flashcards as extra ammunition.
“That’s a plushie of Kokopo III when it was but a young hatchling! Watch it!”
Anaxa frowns, before flipping over one of your flashcards instead of sparking a war between you two. Wise decision. He scrutinises each word on it before reaching a conclusion.
“…You’re not entirely hopeless. We can work our way through this.” He smiles, tidying up your flashcards and placing the pile on your hands.
If THE Prof. Anax says you’re not hopeless, then you’re guaranteed a pass, right…?
…RIGHT?!!!
𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆
"𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫." .✦ ݁˖
The sweet aroma of freshly-baked pancakes and syrup sneaked its way through the small crack of your door.
Your head snapped at the sound of your cabin door sliding open, but quickly went back to work, assuming that it was the conductor offering you their 5th fluffy blanket of today, or March giving you a shock by placing her icy hands on your unsuspecting nape.
You did a double take.
Wait.
The man standing before you quirked an eyebrow at your sudden jolt.
Dan Heng had his bangs clipped up with two flimsy bobby pins that looked like they were fighting for their lives, probably the work of March (as usual). In his hands lay a tray filled with all sorts of Xianzhou pastries, along with a Belobog-styled set of fluffy pancakes.
You heard the soft swishing of a refreshing beverage next to you.
“Here. I asked Shush to make your favourite drink. It looks promising, though they offered an alternative solution that might quell your stress.”
Dan Heng sets the tray down and clears his throat.
“Ahem. Miss Himeko asked the express crew if they knew who was responsible for knocking over her cup of coffee,” he paused, searching your eyes for any sort of amusement, “Nobody answered, but March ended up spilling the beans.”
To say that the silence afterwards was deafening would be a heavy, heavy understatement.
Then, genuine laughter erupted from the depths of your heart. not because of the punchline, but because of your endearing boyfriend's attempt at comforting you.
Dan Heng smiles, almost out of relief. “There you are,” he whispers.
You blinked away the tears that damped the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know if it was from laughter or stress, but it certainly made you feel much lighter afterwards.
You stood up from your chair, slightly wincing at the throbbing pain of your muscles from sitting in the weirdest positions.
Taking a little break won’t be so bad, especially when it’s with your doting boyfriend and found family.
The mess before him consisted of piles upon piles of books stacked on your work desk, and hologram tabs left dormant all around the space, as if a flurry of chaos had swarmed in your once (relatively) clean and tidy room.
Ratio could hear you maniacally murmuring terms related to your field of work. He bit back the comment of: “You should see a shrink…” said to his students, and instead opted for:
“You’re obviously burning out. Even a street lamp can shine brighter than you.” Ratio tilts his head.
“Lamp?! Shine?! Light intensity!!! Affects!! The rate!! Of transpiration !!!” you hollered, taking a dramatic breath between every few words.
Ratio can't help but rub his palm over his eyes with a deep sigh. Though he appreciates your…attempt at seeking knowledge, whether voluntary or not, Ratio didn’t want to see you suffer like this. Not when he’s spent countless nights fidgeting with his laurel hairpiece until his fingers went red with exasperation. Though that remains a secret, at least for now.
If we take a peek into Ratio's mind at this very moment, we’d see a gazillion of tabs open, some notable ones would be “Sources of dopamine for them”, “Factors leading to their source of stress and their respective solutions”, “Things to consider when taking care of them” etc. etc.
But in reality, Ratio condenses all these tasks and lists into one simple gesture.
He stuffs your handmade alabaster head onto your head, and gently holds it in place when your hands scramble to take it off, complaints of unfinished work muffled through the material.
Then, he carries you to somewhere comfortable for you to rest
Then HOW is he standing at your doorstep carrying two hefty bags of food and a large bag of chimera food just ten minutes after his text was sent???
…You remind yourself to never doubt the efficiency of Aedes Elysiaens.
Your gaze follows Phainon as he makes his way to your room with peppy steps. His hair looked tousled from all the running he did, with his signature two strands of fluffy snow bouncing with each step he takes. A little “awoo~” draws your attention to your adorable chimera…that also donned white fur and blue eyes.
“Like father, like son, I guess…”
“So, what can I help you with?” Phainon prompts, once you two have settled down on your bed. You wordlessly walk over to your gargantuan pile of textbooks, proceeding to flip open every textbook until you finally find that one rough work paper that was all crumpled up like some sort of receipt you’d find at the bottom of your bag.
“Got it!” You exclaim, looking up from the mess you’ve created. It was only then that you noticed Phainon staring at you like a lovesick fool. (Probably because he is)
The man doesn’t even seem flustered when your eyes meet, his boyish grin just grows even wider. Then, Phainon reaches out for the piece of paper and takes a pen out of his pocket (he probably keeps one in there just in case someone asks for it).
Right, he came over to help you with math. Back to business.
The next few hours consisted of a few “No, sweetheart – that’s not how factorization works..” and a lot of “Of course I’ll still love you if you fail your exams!” Your chimera also offered you some moral support by snuggling next to you.
Despite your impending exams, you felt content, at this very moment, at least. On your left was Phainon, who was trying out a new pen trick Mydei taught him. On your right was your chimera, somehow asleep amidst all the chaos.
You struggled between solving another math problem and fooling around with them.
…
HKS, screw maths.
a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!! I actually wrote one for the college! au chrysos heirs too but ended up scrapping it cuz I just wanted to get this one out lol...Also, the Dr. Ratio part came from a fic from my old blog, so I might release the whole thing soon too ^^
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)
