Hello! I Saw Your Requests Are Open And I'm Wondering If I Can Request Some Fluff With Dr. Ratio And

Hello! I saw your requests are open and I'm wondering if I can request some fluff with Dr. Ratio and a reader cuddling/hugging him for the first time after seemingly being afraid of affection and touching at the start of the relationship.

Thank you for your time<3 Hope you're doing alright!

ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

pairings - dr ratio x reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ established relationship/ reader is touch-starved asf

warnings - mentioned past abuse/negligence

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

From the start of your relationship with Veritas, you had never fully cuddled or held him in your arms. Physical affection was uncharted territory and the unknown made your stomach twist and turn. From what you saw and learned from your parents growing up, ‘physical affection’ was just things being thrown around and negligence, so you never knew what it felt like to hold someone’s hand, to hug someone and feel their warmth, to kiss them gently. You craved affection, but you were scared of it. 

So when Veritas had confessed to you, you were terrified. You had warned him that you were not familiar with expressing physical affection, that it would take some time before you could properly hold and kiss him. But to your surprise, that was the least of his worries. 

He was patient, always respecting your boundaries and asking questions. Otherwise, he’d buy you trinkets and do small acts of service to show that he cared deeply for you. You loved that about him. You loved everything about him. 

The first time you held hands, you felt your body heat up, palms growing sweatier by the second before letting go and apologizing. But Veritas didn’t mind, he was proud of you. He was happy that you were taking small steps as he suggested. 

Other than hand-holding, there wasn’t much. You’d sit next to each other with your shoulders and legs touching, you’d cross your legs over him when watching a movie, and sometimes you’d even lay your head in his lap and vice versa. Physical affection was slowly being explored and you were loving every second– every moment of it despite the lingering hesitation you felt. 

One stormy night, the thunder and lightning had startled you, rendering you unable to sleep. No matter what you did, like drinking tea or reading a book, nothing was working, and the storm only continued to worsen outside the walls. 

Veritas instantly noticed your predicament, closing his book with a sigh before speaking up. 

“_____… Is it alright for you if we cuddle? I’m sure it will help you rest.” 

Glancing at Veritas, you nervously fidgeted with your fingers. You saw no reason to decline, as no other option was working.

“Alright, uhm.” You crawled onto the bed next to him, laying down awkwardly as he turned off the bedside lamp. “How do we–?” “Here.”

Veritas slowly pulled you into his embrace, arms securely wrapping around your waist and cushioning your head. You gasped in surprise, your heart beating against your ribcage, almost wanting to burst out. Your breathing grew heavier, attempting to stabilize it but failing miserably as the proximity flustered you. Veritas peered down at you with a concerned gaze, beginning to move away before you stopped him.

“I-It’s okay! I’m just a little uh..nervous.” You reassured, eyes closing to focus on your breathing. 

A couple of minutes had passed, the rain outside continuing to pelt against the roof in a calming rhythm. It helped ease your mind, your heart beating much slower than before and your breathing returning to its normal pace. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Veritas who was already observing you, making sure you were okay with this.

Slowly, you inched closer to him, your face hiding against his chest near the crook of his neck. You could hear his heart beating, his breath fanning against your head, and the heat of his body. The smell of his natural scent and shampoo flooded your senses, making you feel fuzzy and warm.

…It felt nice. 

His arm gently tightened around you, being mindful to not squeeze or suffocate you. You slid your free arm along his side, coming to rest around his waist while your other hand was placed on his chest. 

The two of you adjusted your position only by a little bit to ensure the comfort of both of you. 

“Thank you..Veri,” you mumbled, finding it hard to keep your eyes open for longer. You felt his chest vibrate as he hummed.

“Of course, My Love.”

A brief silence passed over the two of you, the sound of thunder had ceased and only rain was left. Focusing on both the rain and the man next to you, you could feel your mind slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. 

“I love you, Veritas.”

“I love you too, _____.” 

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

Hello! Could I request Dr Ratio with an artist s/o who loves making him their muse?

Contents: Dr. Ratio x gn reader, artist s/o, fluff, short drabble

“Is this truly necessary?” Words filter themselves out through his teeth, feign irritation lighting up his tone as his eyes run up your torso to follow the line of your arms, which seem to make it a point to make him as flustered as one could possibly make him. He has agreed previously to model for you, after some nagging from your end, and now that the deal was done and through, he couldn’t find it within him to excuse himself from the situation. Dr. Ratio is not a coward, he says to himself, donning his unamused expression as you set his arm in the position you best saw fit, an elegant outstretch of his muscles. His heart wishes to betray him, and he remains thankful for the rib cage that holds its thunderous beat within him. Can you hear it too? This wasn’t the first time, and arguably not the last, that you made Veritas your muse. The only difference was in the fact you’d usually draw him while he was going about with his everyday life, catching rather candid moments of him, reading a book, eating a snack or simply making dinner. The leatherbound notebook was rich with the sketches of him - and you’d admit that the works of him were your proudest. 

He is on full display, and the privacy of it, as well as his relationship with you, only put  a strain on his throat and vocal cords. He can only hope you don’t point out the coloring of his cheeks, which he trusts have become too obvious to be passed off as a simple play of light. 

“Yes, are you uncomfortable with this?” You ask, your hands quickly pausing their ministrations of moving him to instead look at his face. Coral colored eyes flicker up to you, gazing with you with a peculiar intensity. The shake of his head that gives you stirs his pretty locks of hair, and he mutters a ‘no, it’s fine’. Satisfied, you smile at him gently and lean in to work on his hair, your fingertips brushing aside the section that fell into his eyes. “Good.. If there is anything that you have to say, don’t hesitate to tell me” You said, a teasing lilt palpable in your voice, earning you a scoff from the man before you as he averted his gaze to the side. 

“I am not uncomfortable, but I am beginning to question your process of preparation” 

It was no mystery why he was acting this way, you knew him for long enough to pick up on these little details of his person, and it made him all the more endearing. For a man known for his rigor, he sure crumbled often around you, even when he truly tried to hold a lick of sharpness on his tongue. Daring to push him a little more, and to get his attention back to focus on you, you lean in and press your lips to his pink-dusted cheek before pulling away and walking back to where you set up your chair and canvas. 

“My preparation process is necessary. In the end, I’d hate to not do you the due justice once I put you down on paper” The sketching pencil had grown short over the course of the last month, having been tasked to draw the same muse time and time again. Yet, if the pencil knew how to speak, you’d be sure it would start babbling on about your affections for Veritas and the way you grow flustered under his intense stare while you bow your head to finally begin sketching him. 

You may have made him your muse today, but Veritas is getting the bright ideas to switch the roles the next time the opportunity rolls around, if for nothing else but to see you shrink under his gaze more as he marks your beauty down on his canvas. 

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Idk how I haven't posted this here before, but here's the finished look of that old W.I.P. I had floating about!

Jien in WuWa? Yessir! No universe is safe from her cuntology

Came across House of Dragons and kinda got invested then I saw you accept Jiyan requests so now I’m kinda thinking what a mixture of the two would be like….Jiyan with his own dragon riding in Westeros…Jiyan courting you despite protests from his court…Jiyan protecting his queen from anyone that tries to hurt her or his heirs…idk I am just a causal watcher I have no clue what’s actually going on in GoT and HoD tbh

A/n: I'm uploading this from my phone because I just can't wait to post this, so if there's formatting or grammar errors - rest assured, I'll do my best to get to it once I get on my laptop. Where do I begin though? 😭 My goodness, you couldn't have sent me a better idea than this one oml. I'm smooching you on the head istg, thank you so much for this request! And I hope you enjoy this jumbled ramble <3 I'd love to do more of this little au and I most definitely will, and for some other characters as well.

Contents: Jiyan x Reader, headcanons, you/yours, written with a F! Reader in mind, dragonrider reader and Jiyan, Game of Thrones/House of The Dragon universe, pregnancy, angst, happy ending, somewhat arranged marriage lol, tell me if there's anything else to tag.

-War had taken many noble houses to an early grave, leaving behind nothing but ghosts and ruin over the vast lands. The ones that remained standing were either the rich or the cruel. All except one.

-Jiyan, originally hailing from Jinzhou, and belonging to no noble or rich lineage. His mother was a notorious healer, and his father had long been lost to travels and war himself.

-He had joined the battles as a young green boy alongside his mother, moving beside the long columns of soldiers in their tattered armor and ringmail. All he could do was stare at them in wonder and question - Why do they spill so much blood? For what?

-There was no looming threat of the Others coming to claim their lives, it was just them - the people and the common folk, yet they fought each other like animals for a few extra inches of land or a few extra coppers in their liege lord's pocket.

-As much as Jiyan didn't wish to engage in the art of war and bloodshed and only wanted to heal and save, it became apparent, all too soon, that the way to survival and peace was through battle. Healing will get him nowhere, and if a good commander was not put at the front, it wouldn't matter how well he healed if two in three soldiers died, even after receiving his aid.

-The war changed him, hardened his heart and fortified his mind, until the healer he once was became only a distant memory. Spear replaced herbs, and instead of the tattered medic tunic he now donned armor and ringmail. A companion also joined his side after he ran into a deep cavern for safety during one particular battle. A large unclaimed dragon, which nearly took his head off now stood at his side like a mountain, guardian him day and night and heralding the doom of his enemies with a thunderous roar and loud snap of it's wings. The dragon was a beautiful pale green, with bronze horns and amber eyes with darker lines of green running over its back. It was a beauty as much as it was a beast. Men quickly took to respect him, and it became evident Jiyan’s person hid many talents besides that for medical aid and spear holding.

-The previous commander perished, another life taken by the savage ways of war, and Jiyan was appointed as the new commander by the soldiers after he rose to the occasion - having led them to success in war, as well as safety when the odds did not favor them.

-It was during his reign as the lead commander that the lands saw the end of the war. Blood was shed, yes, but not for naught.

-Upon his return to the central city, the throne was found vacant, the king slain along with his entire council. The word of it was that they were taken unawares from the seaside, and had no ways of defense, as all the manpower was at the front lines

-Jiyan came into his rule as king at a young age, far too soon, and yet despite all the doubt he had flourished quickly. Proving himself as an able and just ruler, unlike the ones that came before, his foundation as a commander giving him good wind in the back

-The city wasn't in good condition after the war, but in the years following Jiyan had sent many commands that would aid in its rebuilding

-Slowly, but surely, the common folk started to feel the dawn of a new age - summer has finally come.

-The one thing Jiyan has gladly forgotten about was marriage. As a king, it was expected of him to take a bride to be his queen, to have heirs and to start a new lineage that would, hopefully, carry better blood instead of the hot blood that sought destruction. It wasn't something he often thought about as other duties preoccupied him day in and day out. But it was neither something he was against.. Deep in his heart he would admit a thought of his own family did make him feel…alive. But how would that family fare in these conditions? With his status? This was nothing like his small village he grew up in, so the image he once had in his mind was no longer so clear.

-His mother was a person he'd eventually seek advice from regarding such tender subjects, earning himself a laugh occasionally, as his cluelessness was rather amusing. Where other Kings misused their power and gave commands as they saw fit, Jiyan exercised caution, and even sympathy for the bride he didn't even have yet.

-Eventually, a match was arranged, between him and a lady of a higher birth. His mother had met you before he did and vouched for your good character - but Jiyan remained nervous, vowing to keep his judgment and thoughts to himself until he met you himself.

-Your journey to the city was a long one, yet you entered the long and towering palace halls like a breath of fresh air. Keeping your lady wits about yourself and keeping your courtesies with you, you had quickly rubbed off on Jiyan. The wedding was still a matter of question, as Jiyan had insisted on giving you and your family the due time to explore the city and to see whether this was truly something they wanted to go through with. His compassion was answered in kind by many gifts sent from the city they hailed from, consisting of foreign fruits and vegetables to cattle and coins and silks.

-It was endearing. And the courtship between Jiyan and (Y/n) soon began, as the former began to make moves. He preferred to do so in some amounts of privacy, as the many eyes that followed him as King were uncomfortable and he swore he could never get used to them.

-This seemed to please and comfort his bride-to-be as well, and both of them would show their true colors. It was a rare thing for a royal match to be founded in love rather than simple responsibilities to make heirs, but it wasn't unheard of either.

-What they both had in common was that they were dragon riders. (Y/n)’s dragon was a stark comparison to his own with red scales and two pairs of black horns and dark amber eyes, the underside of the dragon’s wings being a shade of yellow that looked like gold under the sunlight. It was a terrifying dragon, arguably even more scary than his own mount.

-When no one was looking, the two would go down to the Dragon Pit and take their dragons to the skies, racing over the cities with one another or going over the seas to breathe the salty air. It was an escape from duty as well. The moment their dragons took to air, all status and responsibilities remained on the ground, and only the sky was the limit to their freedom.

-Jiyan relished in this freedom like a luxurious drink he could never tire of, and your laughter was a sound like no other.

-The dragons took to liking one another as well, and would dance in the air while the pair were seated on their backs, spinning and falling, and right before the ground came too close they'd pull away and take to the skies once more.

-The commonfolk took this as a good omen. The dragons ruled the skies again, and a good King was on the throne, with a good queen soon to join him.

-Jiyan would find himself inviting (Y/n) to his chambers in early mornings to break their fast together or late dinners to share their day with one another. It was as if the two were already married. And even that wasn't too far from coming true.

-The wedding was a big event. Tables and tents were set all the way out and around the keep as well as in the big ballroom inside. Although Jiyan would've preferred to keep the celebrations a modest one, the council insisted that this occasion warranted the eyes of everyone, the joy had to be shared. This once he gave in to their requests.

-Flower petals were thrown on them as they passed by the rows of commonfolk standing at the sides of the rode, him and his Queen riding at the back of an open carriage dragged by four horses, white and elegant with plumes in their manes. Everything was near perfect and out of a fairy tale.

-King and Queen would share their dance in the ballroom once they returned from the High Sept where they got married before the priest, sharing their first kiss - something Jiyan made sure to cover and hide to the best of his abilities by pulling your veil over both of your faces.

-The celebration lasted all the way into the eerie hours of the night. And both Jiyan and you were exhausted, and upon retiring to your shared bed chamber you simply collapsed onto the plush mattress.

-That night, Jiyan fell asleep with his lover in his arms, watching your soft breaths make your chest rise and fall in slow successions, his fingertips tracing the lines of your face and the skin of your back, until he couldn't resist the urge to sleep.

-This wasn't a life Jiyan asked for…but it was one he was glad for.

-Children came later. A lovely little daughter being the first to be born of the love from the King and Queen, bearing the signature feature of you. Jiyan was beyond happy.

-During the birth of his daughter he was in the city, conducting business over a new architecture project when news arrived that his Queen had gone into labor. It is believed he had never dropped a matter as quickly as he did that day, racing back to the keep and searching for his wife.

-Despite the protests of the midwives, he responded only to you, racing to your side and giving you comfort and encouragement if nothing else, welcoming the fruit of your shared love together. It was the first time Jiyan ever cried in front of anyone else. He had delegated some more of his duties to the others in favor of having the time to spend with his newborn and you, helping you recover from the birth.

-It wasn't rare to see Jiyan roaming the dark halls in the middle of the night to visit the kitchens for food for you, bringing back foods and snacks, whatever you wished, even the weird food cravings. Hell, sometimes he'd indulge in them alongside you. Once, during your first pregnancy you requested a big honeycomb, and it just happened Jiyan felt like a sweettooth that evening as well. That ended with you sharing quite a candid moment, lips sticky with honey with a waxy feel between your teeth as you tried not to laugh at one another.

-The second pregnancy was a boy, following two years after the daughter was born, and he came with a little more trouble. The new prince was quite a big baby, and the birth left you even more exhausted. A fever soon settled within you, greatly worrying Jiyan and the entire council. You could barely hold the boy to feed him without shaking, and the fever lasted for days.

-It was the scariest time of Jiyan’s life. Any moment spent away from you plunged a dagger into his heart that twisted itself further in. It pained him. And he nearly got sick himself from worry.

-There were maids around you constantly, when he couldn't assist you it was them that took care of you. His mother was close by as well, bringing you great herbal teas and green tea cakes and broths. The time for you was a blur, filled with uncomfortable heat of your body and sticky feelings of sweat.. does it ever end?

-It was as if the whe world was plunged into depression once you fell ill. Dark clouds corresponded with Jiyan’s bitter and grieving mood, and the dragons themselves were restless. In this time, the others, outside of his kingdom, saw it fit to attack and plunder the neighboring villages and cities.

-You had recovered enough to talk, but your days were still mostly spent by sleeping and eating.

-You could vaguely remember seeing Jiyan entering your chamber, holding your son for a short while before putting him back in his crib. A concerned look pinched his brows together, you could remember, as his gaze went to you.

- “My love?... Are you alright?” He'd ask as he kneeled by the side of your bed, taking your hand in both of his and kissing the knuckles that felt like they were ablaze underneath his lips. He was dressed in all armor, a sword at his hip. Why was he leaving?.. Where?

-It all seemed like a dream, an illusion borne from your illness, but it was real. He had a duty over the kingdom, and over you. Yet it pained him no less to leave the place he was closest to you. He had entrusted your care to his mother and the maids, and he had already bid farewell to your daughter. She had clung to him like a moss clings to a tree, asking him when he'd return.

-You couldn't give a reply, staring somewhere through him.

-Has the reign of peace perished so quickly?

-His dragon waited at the Dragonpits, and the troops were already marching out of the city gates when he took to fly over them, leading them to the front lines once more.

-You recovered in the following days, finding yourself alone - not literally, as there were maids and servants all flocking to you, but Jiyan wasn't there. His Hand sat the throne instead of him. And your children had grown significantly, as if years had passed instead of several days.

-Responsibilities choked you until you began to move, throwing yourself back into work and and duty. Your son was always at your hip or breast, making up for the time lost. And your daughter was always pulling at your skirts unless she was at her lessons.

-It was a restless period, and a terrifying one. The first letter you sent to Jiyan was met with an ecstatic response, him being overjoyed you were healthy again, yet he encouraged you to rest more.

-His other letters brought bitter news of losses and bloodshed and treason, but he reassured they were holding strong. You could only believe him.

-Months passed. Months. And a letter from Jiyan was yet to come in. It worried you. This everlasting silence, it was of more concern than the sorrowful letters.

-During one evening as you sat on one of the tall balconies of the palace, overlooking the city as your son cooed in your arms, you heard a shriek. One coming from your dragon in the Dragonpits. The dragon was as restless as you, her calls weren't foreign to hear, but this time her shriek was returned by a call of another.

-Your husband's dragon flew down from the murky clouds. The green dragon roared, splitting the sound mid air, earning another roar from your own dragon.

-Jiyan has returned.

-You’re unsure how you raced so quickly down to meet him, with a babe in your arms and not properly dressed either. Appearances didn't matter. Your husband's return did. He mattered.

-And once you saw one another, nothing else could hold you back from running into eachother’s arms, the baby carefully tucked between the two of you in a protective embrace as Jiyan kissed both of your heads, pressing his forehead against yours soon after, laughter shaking his shoulders and chest.

-He was sure he could cry right now, and seeing you shed tears of joy almost encouraged him.

-Jiyan knew he'd split the world in half if it meant keeping you whole and with him.

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I took too long

note -> This is based off the song "The Underworld" :] I rarely write one-shots so i hope this was to your guys' standard!!!

paring -> platonic! Jiyan X dead! mother! reader

warnings -> mentions of death.

content includes -> just angst.

words -> 472 words.

tag -> @n0tamused

Jiyan sighed as he continued to stroll throughout the recently destroyed village, he was finally able to come back to Jinzhou and see his mother again, but he had to check on a destroyed village before he could come back, since there were sights of lost souls there, probably the souls of those who died in the village during a horrible Tacet Discord rade.

Jiyan noticed a blue light from the corner of his eye, he looked back to see it was behind a small house, which was almost completely destroyed.

Jiyan suspected it was probably one of the lost souls, so he went to check up on it. The only way to get rid of the souls was to help them complete their last wish they couldn't complete while they were still alive, and luckly most of them were possible, but some souls were left to wander forever.

As he walked towards the blue light he heared a familiar voice, a voice of an older woman.

"Waiting..."

'That voice, it cant be..' Jiyan thought as he walked faster, he went behind the house only to be met with the sight of a soul of an old woman sitting on whats left of the porch of the house, admiring the flowers. His heart sank as he realised who it was, his mother, who was supposed to be at Jinzhou waiting for him.

"Waiting, Jiyan, when you come home I'll be waiting. Even if you're the last thing I see, I'll be waiting." the woman sang, her voice as soft as he remembered, Jiyan could feel tears threatning to fall as he crouched, getting onto her level.

"I'm right here, mom." Jiyan said, hoping that she will look at him, to notice him.

"Can't you see?" he asked, getting no answer, the older woman just continued singing.

"I'm waiting." she sang, making her sons heart break, she didn’t see him.

"I took too long." Jiyan whispered, if only he wasn't the General, if only he came back sooner he might have said goodbye.

"I'll always love you." He looked back at his mother, finally meeting her eyes, she sees him.

"And ventured too far." he continued, he wantee to make sure that his mother can truly see him, and he saw the way her eyes softened as he continued to scold himself for not coming back sooner.

"I'll stay in your heart." you said as you tried to touch his cheek, but your hands went through him, making both of you sad.

"While you were waiting." he finished, before he could say anything you smiled as you slowly start to disappear, he knew what your last wish was, to see him again.

"Bye mom." Jiyan said as he looked at the spot you were sitting on, now there was only an empty space.