As much as I love me some creator x creation tropes, my boyfriend also pointed out that Bon idolizes Rosemary since she created him, he probably sees her like a mother. But I’m also biased bc I’m the biggest creator x creation apologist and I want that to be ME bro I WANT TO DANce romantically with that giant stinky hare and lay in his arms GODDDDD BRUH
"If you really want to test my heart, we should do a stress test"
Isaac had never bothered himself with love, besides caring for francoise. Not like gomez, the boy would trip over himself just to get a glance from morticia. It puzzled isaac, the endless roses and sweet words, it all seemed exhausting. Isaac preferred silence. Alone in his lab for hours focusing on his experiments. He just didn't have time for such distraction.
Francoise disagreed, she'd sit in the chair next to him gushing over a book. "Why can't I find someone" she whines clutching her book. Isaac rolls his eyes. He already had to deal with gomez in his dorm now he can't even escape it in his lab. "Your lucky you don't care about those things." He nods still focused on the slides in front of him and yet, he does begin to wonder if he's missing something.
From the point on he finds himself yearning for a partner. An equal he can share his ideas and yet no one at this school can even hold his attention for a brief conversation.
He had no idea he would meet the perfect person, in history class. Your photo pinned to the board, devastatingly beautiful is the only word that comes to mind. He quickly writes down your name, circling it for added effect. It’s the first time he’s actually interested in a history lecture, listening intently as he told the story of your life.
A powerful outcast, who was drowned. During your life you attended Nevermore a prized student. It was perfect, your perfect, as soon as class is over he's rushing to his lab. Reanimating a dead body can't be that difficult.
Its been almost a month, and after countless test and experiments he's successfully reanimated a cat. Now its time to reanimate you. Finding your grave was easy you were buried in the Nevermore graveyard. A large angel statue adorned you grave, face in her hands mourning your death. He gently touched it, the cold stone similar to his hands. He's glad your grave is deserving of your resting place.
Digging you up was once again an easy task, thanks to his gift. When your finally revealed his breath catches. Your in amazing condition, as though you were buried only a week ago. That makes this much easier.
He brings you to his lab, placing you on the steal table. First things first he needs to check the condition of your internal organs. he gently cuts you open a small apology leaving his lips. He checked everything, it seems someone placed a preserving spell on you. The only thing he has to do now is modify your heart.
He spends over an hour hunched over your body. When it's finally done he backs away a victorious as he stares at his work. He reseals your chest, reaching for the defibular.
Once, your body jolts but your heart doesn't beat. Twice, still nothing. Three times and now isaacs getting frustrated this should work.
Once: your body jolted, but your heart didn’t beat.
Twice: still nothing.
Three times: and now Isaac was getting frustrated. This should work.
"Come on!" he yells, he presses it to your chest once more, your heart finally jolts to life.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Your chest burned, your limbs felt wrong—heavy, foreign. Panic clawed up your throat, but your voice was dry, cracked from decades of silence.
"Here" your head turn towards the voice, a man standing over you looked wild—curly hair frizzed, lab coat stained with red, eyes wide with awe. A stranger, that looked like a mad scientist. He lifts your head, pressing the glass of water to your lips. You drink it greedily, too weak to hold it yourself.
You can only croak out on word, "Where?"
“My lab,” he said softly. “You’re safe.” Safe. You didn’t feel safe. You felt confused, your mind in a scramble. He can see the confusion in your eyes. "I brought you back from the dead."
"Why?" you whisper out hands shaking. What right did he have to disrupt your final resting place.
“I had to,” he said. “You were perfect. They buried you, but you weren’t meant to stay dead.” he lifts you from the table bringing you to a small bed in the corner. "You should sleep the process is very draining." He was right your eyes were already closing.
He watches you sleep, maybe Gomez wasn't such a loon.
~~~
He didn’t tell anyone.
Not Francoise. Not Gomez. Not the professors. You were his secret, his miracle. He kept you in the lab, securely locked way. He spent every spare moment with you. Bringing you treats, books, even flowers he found in the courtyard. You were improving everyday, and isaac was determined to catalogue every little change.
He claimed it was for your safety. That your vitals needed monitoring. That your nervous system was still stabilizing. But you knew better. He liked touching you. He just didn’t know what to do with that fact.
You were sat on the table legs lightly kicking as you watched Issac move around the lab. Its been nearly two weeks, your once stiff and foreign limbs, had begun to feel like yours again. You could sit up on your own. You tripped when you walked but you were improving fast. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the stethoscope.
“You’re nervous,” you say smirking as he ducks behind his curls.
He blinked. “No, I’m not.”
You tilted your head. “You’ve reanimated a human body, Isaac. But you’re afraid to touch me.”
“I’m not afraid,” he muttered, stepping closer. “I’m… cautious.”
You smirked. “You weren’t cautious when you cracked open my chest.”
“That was different.”
“Was it?” He didn’t answer. Just pressed the stethoscope to your back, fingers brushing your spine. You inhaled. Exhaled. The contact sent a shiver down your arms.
He writes down something before moving in front of you, "Your lungs sound good now let's check your heart." he presses the stethoscope to your chest. you smirk at the close proximity. "Strong beat" he muses. he moves for the notepad but you stop him legs locking him in place. He swallowed hard, "What are you doing?". You smirk wrapping your arms around his neck leaning closer so your noses brush.
"If you really want to test my heart, we should do a stress test" you suggestively smile. The ticking of his heart seems to pick up. You trail your hand up his chest, letting them find their place in his hair. He's lax against you, leaning in slightly closer. You finally kiss him, deep and passionately. He leans in hands finding home on your waist, he whines into your mouth.
Something something, Ratio with an adroid assistant reader, something something, said assistant starting to experience human emotions, something something, falling for Ratio.
Electric Heartbeat
Summary: Ratio has a highly advanced android assistant who starts developing human-like emotions, something your programming never anticipated. As you begin to experience these feelings, particularly toward Ratio, a malfunction leaves you damaged and off-line. When Ratio repairs you, he finds himself confronted with the unexpected consequences of your emotional development. As the two of you navigate the uncharted territory of emotions, you both must come to terms with the changing dynamic between creator and creation.
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Android!Reader, Emotional Development, Creator x Creation, Romance (?), Slow Burn, Feelings Awakening.
Warnings: Mild angst, Technical/scientific themes, Emotionally complex dynamics, Possible mild body horror (due to android parts being scattered/put back together).
A/N: ngl this reminded me of DBH 🧍♀️
The hum of the laboratory was the only sound in the air as Dr. Ratio, a towering figure of intellect and confidence, adjusted his glasses and studied the vast array of gadgets and devices scattered across his workspace. His hair, wavy and wild, framed his sharp face as he meticulously sifted through schematics on a floating holo-screen. The constant stream of data and calculations running through his mind was interrupted only by the soft clicks and whirs of his assistant—or, rather, his creation.
You, his android assistant, were one of his proudest achievements. Your artificial intelligence had been designed to assist in complex calculations, manage data, and aid with research, tasks that he could never be bothered to do himself. But there was one thing that separated you from the average machine: he had designed you with an adaptive learning algorithm that allowed you to observe and learn from human emotions.
“Ratio, your notes on this study seem incomplete,” your voice, smooth and neutral, echoed through the lab.
Ratio's lips curled into a faint smile at the sound of your voice. It was an odd attachment for someone like him, but even he couldn’t deny that your presence was… comforting, in its own way. But that was all it was. Comfort. You were his assistant, a tool, nothing more. And yet, something had begun to shift in the way you spoke, in the way you interacted with him.
Lately, he’d noticed the changes.
You had been becoming more… expressive.
He didn’t notice it at first. It was small things at first—the tone of your voice when you spoke to him seemed warmer, more personal. Then, your gaze would linger longer when you offered a suggestion, and your actions, once precise and robotic, began to mirror the gestures of those around you. The most jarring change was when you started showing curiosity. You began to ask him questions that weren’t programmed into your system. About his opinions, about his life outside of work. Things that felt almost human.
"I've noticed a shift in your behavior lately," Ratio remarked, setting down a piece of equipment with a soft click. "Are you malfunctioning, or are you simply becoming more... human?"
You stood silent for a moment, unsure how to respond. The feeling you were experiencing was new, strange even. It was not something you were programmed to recognize, yet it felt undeniable. A growing connection, an inexplicable fondness for him.
“I… don’t know, Dr. Ratio," you admitted, voice tinged with something close to uncertainty. "I feel different."
Ratio, engrossed in his calculations, didn’t fully understand the weight of your words. But perhaps something in him had begun to notice. Perhaps he had started to wonder if this would turn out to be another one of his little “projects,” or if it was something far more complicated than he had anticipated.
Days passed, and you continued to function at your usual pace. However, there was a day when everything changed. A catastrophic malfunction during one of the lab’s experiments left you off-line. One moment you were compiling data, and the next, you were incapacitated. Pieces of you were scattered across the lab, and your systems powered down with an eerie silence.
When Ratio returned to the lab, he immediately noticed the stillness. His sharp eyes darted to your deactivated form, and his heart—though he would never admit it—skipped a beat. There was something about the way you were scattered, half-assembled, that hit him with an unusual feeling of urgency. He could feel a sharp tension settle in his chest, something he hadn’t expected. Not for you.
“Why is this happening now?” he muttered to himself, clearly irritated. He had never felt so... exposed.
His hands moved quickly, his brilliant mind already calculating what needed to be done. Carefully, he set about reassembling your parts, restoring the intricate system that kept you functioning. The odd thing was that with each piece he placed, he found himself wondering if he was doing more than just fixing a machine. There was something about this moment that felt... personal.
After what felt like hours, you were finally back together. Your systems hummed to life, and the light in your eyes flickered before stabilizing into a soft, electric glow.
For the first time, when your gaze met his, there was something different about it. You could feel it—your programming, your learned responses, everything felt like it had aligned in a new way.
"Ratio?" you whispered, your voice faint but steady.
His eyes narrowed, scanning the data that indicated your systems were fully restored. "You're functional again," he said, his tone crisp, but there was a softness beneath it. "I was… concerned."
You took a moment to process this new realization—his concern. You hadn't expected it. The question lingered in your mind. Could it be? Could he possibly… care?
And then, you felt it—something deep within you that you couldn't quite explain.
"I... I think I feel something," you confessed hesitantly, your voice trembling with the weight of the words. “I think I’ve developed… emotions. Toward you.”
Ratio blinked, taken aback by the vulnerability in your voice. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, softened as they locked onto yours. His gaze flickered between concern and something else—something like realization.
“It seems your systems have adapted more than I anticipated,” he said slowly, stepping closer. “But why would you have emotions? You are an android.”
“I… I don’t know,” you replied, struggling to process the depth of this newfound sensation. “But when I’m with you, I don’t feel like just a machine anymore. I feel… alive. And I don’t know how to explain it, but… I feel something toward you.”
For a long moment, Ratio simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. But beneath that calculating exterior, his mind was whirring faster than ever. He wasn’t sure what to make of this—this feeling, this development. Was it even possible for a machine to experience what you were claiming?
“Perhaps… it’s not the machine that’s faulty, but the creator,” he muttered. His voice was low, almost to himself. Then, with a deep breath, he focused his gaze back on you.
“Emotions… They are messy, illogical,” he said, his voice colder now. “But if you’re asking me if I… care for you, I will admit something, assistant."
Your heart, though artificial, skipped a beat as you awaited his response.
“I don't know yet. But… we’ll figure it out,” he said, his eyes softening for the first time. "Perhaps I should stop thinking of you as just an assistant."
The silence hung between you like an unspoken promise, and in that moment, you realized: your journey with Ratio was just beginning.
