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— love is (ir)rational. ft. veritas ratio
— warnings: angst and breakups
— author's note: incredibly self-indulgent and heavily influenced by tiktoks and mitski songs. the last statement is from this article so please give it a read since its very interesting !!
to say that your relationship with veritas ratio was hanging by a thread was an understatement.
you tried your hardest to sweep every argument at night when you enter his office under the rug and prayed to the aeons that he'd forget it when morning came; you never learned how to deal with confrontation, so you did what you do best: avoid the situation entirely at all cost.
playing as the fool who couldn't see the cracks in your already fragile situation with ratio but still clinged onto the tiniest of hopes that everything will be fixed. that no argument between you two would actually leave you to split paths. you always found a way to one another, a middle ground you had unspokenly created. you always made it work. you had to make it work.
“this is not going to work, [name]!” he shouts as you fight back tears.
“you don't know that! we always make it work don't we, veritas? you can't just decide stuff like this on your own!” you argue with him the best you could, but veritas ratio was a genius.
you will never win an argument against him.
“this is hurting us. you.” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “we can't continue like this, and you know it.”
“then continue to hurt me.” you desperately try to claw into your lover's mind. trying to keep any piece of him because it was better to not have anything at all. “i don't care if it hurts, veritas! if it's you then it's fine, i can look past it.”
you look like a scared animal, desperate for love and the need to feel something, even if it was pain.
“we'll be fine, veritas.” you clutch onto your shirt as tears pricked your eyes. “we have to! you promised me!”
ratio was a logical man. he was a genius. someone who should've been acknowledged by nous themselves. but at this very moment, he realizes that no amount of academic knowledge will compare to the flurry of the unknown emotional wreckage that is you. someone who thinks too much of love. bewitched with the prospect of love instead of their actual partner - him.
“veritas, please… we can still make this work.”
the diplomas of his achievements were a farce; a big hoax to hide the hollowness that resides within where his heart should be.
“you and i both know that we were both too far gone to save.”
ratio closes his eyes. trying his best to rid the hurt and shrinking image of you from his mind.
“you don't know how to love yourself.” you avoided the truth to protect yourself, he traversed the universe to make the truth known. “how can you expect me to give you the love you want when you don't even know what it is?”
what an ugly pair you two make.
“that's bullshit!” you were gasping for air. scavenging your mind to try and find a way to refute him like you always do. “i want you, veritas! do you not understand that?”
“no.” he answered with a shake of his head. “no, i do not, [name].”
you feel your already broken heart crack a little more.
“that stuff is all bullshit.” your whisper now was just above whisper. “so what if what you said is true? you loved me at least didn't you?”
veritas didn't like the way you looked at him. so full of loneliness and fear. that look didn't suit you, not in the slightest.
“that's all i needed, veritas. you loved me so much i forgot what it felt like to hate myself.”
to love means to surrender intellectual control; veritas ratio cannot rationalize love even if you told him otherwise. but there was one thing you didn't tell him - one thing you refused to tell veritas ratio.
‘if your partner has inherently good qualities, but your love for them is based on a projection of your fantasy onto them, your love does not fit the qualities of the beloved that fueled your love. your love fails to be epistemically justified.’
— [name], ????. the emotion that is love.
© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.
Spasm with swiftness to make cute lil art of this tough cookie, but no energy
x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ﾟ
in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.
warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.
a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!
“Why- why are you mad?” You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.
He doesn’t give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.
“Is it because I said ‘I love you’?”
The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, you’d love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.
During this moment, the world stills. You think he’s genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratio’s fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, you’ve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong.
“I was meant to say it first,” he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I was meant to be the one to say ‘I love you’ first.”
Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. “Are you being serious?”
“Deadly.”
“You- why, then couldn’t you just have said it?” You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. “Need I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?”
“Yes, and it was positively the best day of my life.” He says that like it’s a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.
They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didn’t love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?
However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly don’t know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex.
Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. “Oh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, I’m going back to my office until you-”
Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratio’s lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.
“I never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,” he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.
“I’m starting to regret it.”
“Can’t you at least say it again?”
“I don’t want to,” you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. “You don’t deserve it.”
“Well, that’s a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?”
“You haven’t even said anything back,” you pinch his skin. “Talk about harsh.”
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory he’s injected into your mind.
You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. “Please don’t remind me.”
“Y’know, it’s not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t have let it slide, but it’s not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.”
“I was… agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.”
“Forget about it? Completely?” The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. “I fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!”
“Not pivotal enough if you can’t even say ‘I love you, too’.”
“On the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.” His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears you’d slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. “Do you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.”
Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety.
His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like you’re seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else.
“I love you.” He continues with heart wrenching devotion. “I’ll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-”
You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections.
But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.
© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.
A HUNDRED KISSES ! ੭୧. . . showing affections and kissing penacony men. x gn! reader + unedited.
Aventurine slowly takes your hand, the one riddled with pretty pearls and rings and slowly caresses his cold lips against the jewels, stirring you from your slumber. You awaken to his ravenous eyes—the color like boysenberries hitting cyan—and he smiles, the softest tips of his lips lifting when he sees your eyes flutter open. He stamps a precious kiss at the back of your hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“…You’re back early.” You shuffle on the mattress, adjusting your eyes against the dim light. How was the business transaction—? You wanted to ask, that is until you see the exhaustion creeping up his expression, and the notable purple bruise forming at the edge of his lip.
You gasp at the sight and Aventurine cannot help but chuckle weakly, “Unfortunately, we did not reach a consensus yet.”
“Are you okay?” He winces when you lift a tender finger to his cheek.
“Yeah, nothing to be concerned with.” there’s a touch of ached bitterness in his expression when he sneers, “These clients just have a lot of things to say—or, aggression for this matter, towards an IPC mongrel.”
Irritation and anger spikes through your chest, your brows furrow at the spiteful treatment Aventurine receives from time to time. You pull away from him, leaving him cold in the mattress as you shimmy to the edge, feet touching the carpeted ground. Just before you can stand, you feel Aventurine’s gentle clutch on your satin sleeping wear.
“Where are you going?” There is panic in his tone.
“I’m going to get medicine and cotton for your wounds, are you sure you’re alright?” It’s a rare sight to see, Aventurine’s colorful eyes wide with fear, he holds your hand firmly like he’s scared to let you go, scrambling for your warmth.
“I just—“ He starts. “I want to be with you, for a bit, please? don’t leave.”
You immediately deflate, returning back to the mattress and pulling him with you. You brush the meager strands of his bangs away from his face and he revels in your simple affection, allowing you to pull him into a snuggly hug, he noses your collarbone and you rub your cheek onto his messy blond hair. When you have him securely in your embrace, you tip his chin in your direction and kiss him softly.
Plush, soft and simply delicate, Aventurine’s kisses have always been like that. Though at times, he also had the tendency to be greedy, greedy in a sense that if you give him a single sweet kiss, he will willingly reciprocates it, tenfold over.
He lifts a hand and cups the back of your neck when he feels you retreat. “Not enough.” he’s breathless, pulling you back into a kiss more passionate than the first. After a minute, he pulls away from you only to bite the tip of his gloves and discarding it, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Cold fingertips creep up your bare arms before he wraps it firmly around your wrists.
“Wait, let me at least place medicine on your wound first…“
“Later.” Aventurine breathes softly on your lips, pecking it. “Please kiss me more.”
Under the soft, golden gleam of the lounge, you’re having trouble trying to figure him out, when he looks at you with his droopy, apple-colored eyes your chest stirs, when he tries to guide you somewhere he places a sturdy palm on the small of your back and your cheeks heat. Truly, you did try your best to deny it even after being drinking buddies for a very long time—Gallagher still feels like a stranger to you, but you can’t help but feel like a mess whenever he gives you the barest of attention.
You just cannot help it, not when he hums deeply at your every drunken rambles, patiently listening as you murmur complaints about your colleagues, not when he tips his head back and laughs at your jokes, his Adam’s apple bobbing and tresses of his brown hair fall all over his forehead, returning back to his fruit beverage with a momentary smile to his lips and smile crinkling his eyes.
And especially not when the light-hearted atmosphere between you both plunges into dripping tension when you had mentioned how you never had your first kiss. You’re now hyper aware of his arm that’s mere inches from yours in the bar counter, and words flatten on your tongue when you feel fingers pinching your chin, pulling you to meet his eyes.
A certain type of energy swallows the soft, jazz atmosphere around you. It was only the two of you after all, tonight he invited you to drink after closing hours.
You can feel his strong arm dragging your seat closer so his nose touches your own, lips inches from yours and gaze holding eye contact.
“May I?”
“Please.” When the words left your lips, Gallagher closes the distance and presses his mouth to your own, capturing your face in his calloused hold. Oddly, his tongue tasted like tobacco and candy, his stubble pricking your jaw but you didn’t mind, not when your heart stirs and crackles as he consumes you whole, like a licking flame that continues to burn you deliciously from inside out.
You wanted more, so you wrap your finger around his velvet tie and pull him in, eliciting a soft grunt from his chest. You cannot understand, you truly don’t know what makes this roguish and messy man so addicting.
“You..” Your cheeks feel heated and you sputter out, “You damn officer.” Your words stumble like a drunk and a deep, rich chuckle escapes his lips.
Gallagher fixes his tie and smiles teasingly at you. “Is it everything that you hoped for?”
Only because it was you, finally it was you. “I suppose so.” You touch your lips, then grab your glass. “Can I have a refill of the Dreamjolt Special?”
Gallagher smiles, taking your glass as his touch lingers on yours, pulling away reluctantly he says, “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just for you.”
Dr. Veritas Ratio holds a penchant amount of stubbornness and narcissism, this usually revolves around creating certain self-portraits of himself through wet clay and chisel tools.
However, these days, the sharp-tongued scholar has been plagued by the thoughts of someone. A mere mediocre whom he had been acquainted with for a few months due to recent collaborative projects. Probably the only one—besides a certain gambler and a few fools at his guild—who could infuriate him this much.
Yes, infuriating is a good word to describe you.
Infuriating with the way you try to ruffle him up at every given opportunity, infuriating with how you can keep up with his snarky comebacks and debates. Infuriated with the fact that you can sometimes flood his whole mind to the point he can no longer focus on his thesis and books, slowing his progress indiscriminately.
And, Aeon forbid, how infuriated he was that he enjoyed that sweet kiss you gave him one late morning between the bookshelves of the University library, where his shaking hands that held an encyclopedia completely slipped from his grasps, abandoned on the floor as he grabbed your waist to pull you impossibly closer.
A sigh escapes him and he shakes the thoughts away, “this is just ridiculous.” He hates how crave slowly aches through his chest, circulating its intensity through his whole body because all he wants to do now is to just hold you in his arms and kiss you again.
Ratio rolls his shoulders, leaning back focusing on the statue in front of him. His face scrunches at the half-done plaster in front of him. In normal circumstances, he would have molded the clay into his usual self-portraits, but what stares back at him was someone else, someone that he had grown to think about often than none, you.
Embarrassment heats up the tip of his ears, his thumb lifting to trace the clay that beheld your enamoring features, he murmurs lowly. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
Ever since Robin’s departure from Penacony, you had no one else but her older brother to seek company with, and Sunday had no one else but you to quench his loneliness and to heal his exhaustion after a day’s work dealing with The Family.
Sunday had always held something special in his heart for his beloved childhood sweetheart. He always showed kindness towards you, even when you were kids, he always stuck to you. He’s willing to share his strawberry tarts, grabbing a napkin to dab away crumbs from your mouth, willing to hold your hand securely on his and give you piggy-back rides. He even allows you to give him cheek kisses, more than willing actually, and he remembers being all bubbly and delightful after receiving your kisses, his wings flapping enthusiastically beside his ears from how happy and blushy he gets.
Even now that you are older and more mature, holding more responsibilities than back then—his soft-hearted mannerism is only reserved for you and his sister. And with Robin’s absence, he tries his best to make time for you into his busy schedule, always keeping track of days where you are out of practice so he can take a stroll with you down Golden hour’s enthusiastic streets, catching up in jovial conversations and buying strawberry tarts on a stand. He spends time with you in the Dreamscape and outside of it—as per Robin’s constant recommendations when he receives her letters.
The only difference now than when you were kids is that Sunday’s affections for you blossomed into something more.
Behind closed doors, within the private space of his office in Dewlight Pavillion, Sunday has you on his lap. No words were truly as you cup his face, he takes your hand and turns his head to seal a kiss on your palm, kissing your fingertips and your knuckles. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face on the crook of his shoulders,
You cannot help but breath out a laugh, lips murmuring on his ear. “If the other Family head finds you in such a state, they would have thrown quite a fit.”
“That’s hardly a concern.” He answers without much as opening his eyes. “I need you in my arms, I can deal with pressing matters later.”
“Greedy. Didn’t think you missed me that much if you are putting Family matters on hold just for me, how endearing of you.” You blow gentle air on his wings, it flutters under your warm breath.
“Mind you, you’re the one that came to visit me, no?” Sunday pulls you away from his neck to stare at you, his eyes a buttery gold. “Maybe you’re the one that misses me.”
“Maybe.” You peck his lips, Sunday follows your lips when you pull away and you cannot help but smile when he finally, finally he kisses you, fully satiating your yearning.
𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ᐣ
the one you detest, the one you run to.
ᯓ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 .ᐟ wriothesley, alhaitham, dr ratio, blade x fem!reader (separate).
ᯓ 𝐜𝐰 .ᐟ i must've eaten something that's made me obsessively write so much about these bozos. anyways this is like THE trope frfr, ENEMIES TO LOVERS HELL YEAH, mentions of violence/blood and all that, angst 🤭🤭 and then fluff, crack, PINING, sexual tension 😌, 3.1k words (sigh), no use of "y/n" or "[name]", SFW, there's prob more but whatever ENJOY Y'ALL, rbs are appreciated!! <3
ᯓ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .ᐟ haha so im starting to run out of ideas!! if you have any you'd like to see me write, send them in!! thank you all so much, i didn't expect my fics to blow up 🥲
ᯓ WRIOTHESLEY .ᐟ
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 fibre of your being, you detested the man. You hated his cool, easy-going façade and uppity morals. You could not stand his cockiness, and you loathed his dimpled smile. And, most of all, you abhorred how drawn you were to him.
So why was he the first person you went to when that group of thugs were on your trail, planning on beating you up? When you had barely escaped their clutches with a sweet black eye and sprained wrist?
“Well, I’ll be damned. You were certainly not the person I expected to open my office door to at one in the morning.” Duke Wriothesley’s dark brows were lifted into a mildly surprised expression. His massive arms were crossed upon a wide chest, biceps bulging, and he was looking down at you from above a shapely nose. “What could Your Ladyship possibly want with a scumbug like me?”
You hadn’t stepped fully into the light yet, keeping your head down and hair over your face. You cradled your throbbing wrist gently. Sucking in a deep breath, you swallowed your pride. “…I need your help.”
“Oh?” You tried not to seethe too much at his aggravating, exultant tone. I’m sure this is just what he’s been waiting for. You wanted nothing more than to throttle him. Wriothesley shifted, uncrossing one arm and lifting his hand to brush it across his mouth, covering his sneer. “To think I’d finally be extended such an honour by You Ladysh—” “Oh, shut your mouth.” You finally moved into the light from behind him and kept your eyes down. “I said I need your help. Just for the night. I have these people on my ass trying to—”
“Who the hell did this to you?” A large hand grasped your arm and wrenched you inside, the door slamming shut behind you. You yelped at his grip on your injured wrist, flinching back. Wriothesley let go, and you pressed yourself up against the door.
A gentler hand brushed your hair to the side, before grazing your cheek and delicately lifting your chin. Two grey-blue eyes gazed down at your injured state. “Who did this to you?” His words were softer, quieter than before.
“Just a bunch of hooligans,” you muttered in reply, wincing at your aching wrist. “Punched me and twisted my arm. Thankfully, it’s only sprained. I got away before they could break anything.”
There was a beat of silence, where the Duke just studied you. Your cheeks heated under his intense scrutiny. He had leaned in close, and then one his arms encircled your waist. “Come with me. Let’s get you upstairs.”
You said nothing, and his arm moved from your middle to your shoulders, wrapping around them tightly as he led you to the steps. Gone was his previous mocking veneer, now replaced by an expression torn between fury and…concern?
“Do you know those hooligans?” Wriothesley softly asked, and you hadn’t heard his voice be so gentle. You both reached his main floor, and he sat you down on the couch. You delicately held your swollen wrist to your chest. The Duke turned and rummaged about in his bathroom for a first aid kit. “Why were they after you?” “Debt my sorry excuse for a father left behind, I suppose.” You shrugged, allowing him to place an ice pack he’d found to your black eye, as he turned to grab another for your wrist. He was uncharacteristically silent, so you continued. “I didn’t…know who else to go to. I’m sorry for disturbing you at such a late hour.”
Where was your self-worth? Your dignity? Your pride? You once swore to never run to this awful man for anything. Never interact with him any more than you had to. So, what was this? This…sitting on his couch, during the wee hours of the morning, allowing him to nurse you?
This was too personal. Too close for comfort. Too intimate. Why was he looking at you like that? Like it had hit him he’d almost lost you. What was going on?
“Don’t worry about it,” Wriothesley muttered, and the couch dipped as he took a seat beside you. Too close. The musky scent of his body soap and shampoo clouded your senses. “What did the men look like?”
“I…don’t know. It was too dark to see.” You hissed at his delicate handling of your wrist as he bandaged it. “They’ll be back. They’re looking for me. I don’t know what to do.”
“Stay with me,” was all he said. Your head snapped up to look at him, baffled. The Duke stared back intensely. “You will be safe with me. Of course, it won’t be long. When I get my hands on them, I’ll…”
He trailed off, jaw clenching, and he looked away. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. “Just—stay. With me. For the time being. Please.”
You weren’t sure if he was conscious of it, but his hand was grasping your knee tightly, white-knuckled. You didn’t know what came over you when you brushed your fingers against his lightly. He flinched, and then he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. The notion whipped the air from your lungs. “Will you stay?”
You couldn’t hold his earnest gaze. So you looked away, heart pumping. “…Alright.”
ᯓ ALHAITHAM .ᐟ
𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 flecked with amber gazed at you vehemently. “Who did this to you?”
You gulped, averting your own eyes testily. “…Some Fatui.”
“Where?” You watched as his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell me, where are they?”
“Why? What are you going to do? Beat them up?” Why were you even here? Why, of all places and people, did you have to run to Alhaitham? This man has made it quite clear he despises your company, and the feeling is mutual. Yet, here you are, standing with the stupidly handsome Head Scribe in his living room, Kaveh snoring away in his bedroom down the hall.
“I’ll kill them,” he bluntly answered, and his face was stonier than usual. “How dare they touch you? I’ll wring their ne—”
“Oh, whatever.” You waved a dismissive hand and turned for the door. “Sorry for turning up so late. I’ll go now. You should go back to sle—”
“Stop.” A hand found your shoulder, and Alhaitham whirled you around to face him again. “Sit on the couch. I’ll get the first aid kit. That cut on your cheek…”
A gentle thumb brushed at the skin just beneath it, touch featherlight. “It doesn’t need stitches, thank the gods. Sit.”
The ashen-haired man pushed you lightly to the sofa, and you tried to ignore how good he looked in his nightshirt. It hugged every curve and crevice nicely, just like that stupid compression top he sports everyday. It’s like he’s trying to flaunt his built figure. It’s distracting, and you looked away.
It took a minute before he was kneeling down before you and nursing your skinned knees. Seriously, why did I come here? All of this you could’ve done on your own. Instead, the pompous, arrogant Head Scribe of the Akademiya was gently band-aiding your grazed skin and cut cheek.
“How on earth did you get attacked by Fatui?” he asked softly, voice still gravelly with sleep. It ashamed you at how you’d forced him out of bed to let you in. Alhaitham didn’t appear bothered over it. “Were you wandering about again, looking for your next plant to study? Are you an idiot?”
You sighed. “I was coming back from Gandharva Ville.” You shifted slightly against the couch. “They just wanted Mora. I tripped and hurt myself. I ran into the bush before they could get a hand on me.”
“Well,” is all he said. Alhaitham pressed the edges of the plasters to your grazes, sticking them to your skin, and moved in close to nurse your cut. Your breath hitched. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the close proximity. “It seems some lives were spared tonight.”
“Whatever, nerd.” You flicked his forehead, and he just blinked at you. A smile was pricking at the corners of your mouth. “You talk all tough while you’ve got Kaveh’s bunny slippers on your feet. Real scary.”
Alhaitham shrugged. For once, you both weren’t arguing. Instead, banter was free flowing. “He’s the one who left them lying around. Goes on to me about the mess I leave around, but you should see how he flings off his shoes haphazardly at the door.”
“Mhm.” You pointed to the pile of books on the ground by your seat. “What’re those, then?” “Books,” he stated the obvious. “You might as well sleep here for the night. I don’t feel like walking you home.”
“Oh, such a gentleman.” Nothing beats this man’s bluntness. “Kaveh would. I like Kaveh. He’s nicer to me than you are.”
“Is that so.” Alhaitham slid the cap of antiseptic he was using on your cut back onto the tube. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me—well, I’m stuck with you.” “You are, are you?” You dared to brush some of his unkempt bangs to the side. He halted in his movements, and gazed up at you in question. You poked his cheek. “I owe you one for this. Looks like you’ll be stuck with me for a while.”
He leaned in closer, and you didn’t pull away. “Yeah? Why, how are you going to pay me back for this? I lost precious sleep over you tonight. What’s the price you’re willing to pay?” “I don’t know, you tell me. What will you have me do?”
“Stay the night.” He tilted his head at you. “And have a drink with me at the tavern tomorrow.”
“No Kaveh?”
“Absolutely no Kaveh.”
“…Just the two of us?”
“Just the two of us.”
“That’s all?”
“…I’ve got other things in mind.”
“Like?”
“You’ll see.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. “Should I be worried?” “I don’t know.” Alhaitham’s eyes flickered up and met yours. “Should you?”
“Maybe.”
“Mm.” Fingers brushed tenderly against your cheek. “Maybe.”
ᯓ DR RATIO .ᐟ
𝐃𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 Ratio glared murderously at you. “The sheer volume of idiocy you possess is truly astounding.”
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking, Doctor. You really are the most caring medic I’ve ever come across. And yes, it hurts a little—will you kiss it better for me?”
The man recoiled from you, expression twisted into revulsion. “Oh, you are repugnant. How on earth did you manage to get such a bruise on your face?” Dr Ratio stood and crossed his arms, looking down at you. He arched a brow. “It looks like you were hit—” Then it dawned on him. In a flash, he was squatting in front of you, grasping your upper arms, gazing up at you with fierce vermillion eyes. “Who did this to you? Who’s the bastard? When I get my hands on them I—”
“Woah, slow down, doc.” You held up two of your hands best you could with his grip on your arms. “It’s fine. I just took a smack from one of the Antimatter Legions. Nothing too big. I just need a bit of ice on it and I’ll be fit as a fiddle again.”
He heaved a sigh, and his hold on you loosened. You missed the warmth of his hands. Dr Ratio shook his head. “It’s like you’re incapable of protecting yourself. Seriously? You let them punch you? Where is your competence? Your sense of self-preservation?”
“Is this your weird way of expressing concern for me?” You arched a brow of your own. “Through degradation?” Then you winked at him. “Didn’t think you were into such things, doctor.”
A pink tint flushed across his cheeks. “You—! How unseemly! That is not what I meant, and you know it!” He threw up his hands. “Oh, why do I even bother?” Then the man ran a hand over his (blushing) face. “It seems as if I’m constantly afflicted with bad luck, having to deal with imbeciles like you day in and day out! It really gets tiring.”
“Ah, yes, poor you. No one understands how you’re basically shouldering the entire cosmos by yourself.”
“Exactly! See, sometimes you do use your brain.” He whirled around and went into his kitchen in just the next room. There was the sound of the freezer opening, him wrenching out the drawers inside, and the crackling of frozen packaged produce. He entered the sitting room again, a bag of peas wrapped in a cloth in hand, and he gently pressed it to your bruised cheek. He didn’t appear to notice your unimpressed look at his blatant display of hubris. “I can’t believe I’m doing this for you. I should kick you out.”
“Go ahead.” You accepted the ice pack and held it to your face. “No one’s stopping you.”
He harrumphed and grabbed his tome, the same one he always had on him and even smacked people over the head with. “Half an hour you stay here. Then you go. You’re giving me a headache.”
“You’re doing all the whining here, Veritas.” You leaned back into the armchair he’d sat you in and crossed one leg over the other. “And even so, you don’t seem to be in any particular hurry to show me the door.”
“I am a doctor. I do not reject patients.” Dr Ratio’s eyes were on his book. “Am I not benevolent? Kindly suffering the company of idiots like you.”
“So benevolent,” you drawled sarcastically. “Couldn’t ask for a more generous physician. It’s making me tear up, how unappreciated you are.”
“Goodness! I do suppose my great intellect and learned influence has had a miraculous impact on your rather dull acumen.” Dr Ratio turned and fixed you with a pleased look. It seemed he was immune to sarcasm. “Well, then, that settles it. You are to stay here the night.” “What?” You didn’t think you’d be able to bear any more of his arrogance and self-worship for much longer. “Stay the night? No. No, I don’t need to. You’ve been kind enough giving me this ice pack, and I really should get out of your hair—”
“Not at all! It’s no bother.” Weren’t you just going on about how much of a nuisance I am? You stared incredulously at the man before you. Stroke his ego right, you surmised, and you’re in his good books.
Dr Ratio stood to his feet before you could insist. “Now, let’s take a look at that bruise. Ooh. What a nasty purple.” You were beginning to wonder if he was bipolar, or this was just what all eccentrics were like. He nodded to himself. “You’ll be fine by morning. Recuperating here is optimal, and it keeps you out of harm’s way. That way, you won’t go around getting yourself punched anymore.”
You sighed. In all the years you’d known this man, you’d never been able to work him out. “You are an idiot, Veritas.”
“Me? An idiot? You were hit harder than I thought.” He pressed a hand to your forehead. “Are you concussed? You’re spouting more nonsense than usual.”
You didn’t even bother answering. There’s just no getting through to this man. You peered up at him resolutely.
He blinked down at you. “What’s that look for?”
You stared, grinned, and huffed out a laugh. Even with all his faults, you were rather fond of this prideful moron. “Nothing, Veritas. Nothing.”
ᯓ BLADE .ᐟ
𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 against your clammy skin. Your hand clutched at your side. The rain was swiftly washing away the blood seepage from your gash. Your chest heaved; why was it so hard to breathe? The world was swimming. Even with the bitterly cold, blustering wind and lashing downpour, you felt hot, feverish, and lightheaded.
The rooftop you had taken refuge on was shelterless, and the onslaught of rain had you soaked through. You didn’t know where you were. You weren’t on the Luofu, you weren’t in Jarilo-XI, you weren’t anywhere.
All you knew is that you barely escaped with your life. And life was gushing out of you. It’s so hot.
Your senses were all muddled, but you heard the sound of footsteps splattering through the puddles around. Slow, calculated steps, undeniably sure-footed, totally secure. Your heart leapt weakly in your ribcage, urging you to move. You tried. It’s so hot.
The footsteps came to a stop right beside you. You half-consciously accepted your fate. I die here, huh? How underwhelming. You ceased squirming.
“Pathetic.” A vaguely familiar deep voice. Expensive shoes and dark trousers were all you could see. A rustle of clothing, a slight creak of leather, and red, cold eyes flecked with gold. His bangs were plastered to his face, rainwater dripping off his chin. “Who did this to you?”
You barely had the energy to huff out a humourless laugh. “That’s not something…for you to worry about. I’m almost dead. Leave me.”
A large, bandaged hand reached out, slowly extending toward you, and you had no strength to flinch away. His pointer and middle finger brushed a tendril of hair out of your eyes. Then his gaze dropped down to stare at your bloody hand. “Who did this to you?”
You didn’t answer, just staring at him silently, blankly. Blade’s eyes met yours again. They were dark with a storm more violent than the one raging above you both. “Who did this to you?”
“The…IPC,” you breathed out, voice hardly audible above the thrashing rain and resounding thunder. “I stole something. They tracked me down. As you can see I…barely got away in time.”
There was a flash of lightning, briefly illuminating Blade’s cold, sharp features for a fraction of a second. He was silent, making no move to help staunch your wound, help you up, help you stay alive. This man was never one to care enough to even try.
“Shall I kill them?” After a long moment of silence and him just staring at you, Blade’s deep voice drew you from your lethargic state once more. “Shall I bring them to you, and slaughter each and every one of them in front of you?”
You chuckled weakly. “I’m not…too keen on witnessing your bloodthirsty urges for revenge, Blade.” You shook your head twice, as that was as much as you could manage. “Not for me. Don’t do that for me.”
You closed your eyes, accepting the fact that this stone-hearted man wasn’t going to help you. Your consciousness was fading speedily, and your blurred senses barely picked up the sound of Blade heaving a sigh and stripping himself of his cloak. A scrape of a shoe shifting, and then his scent enveloped you. One arm found your shoulders, and the other slung itself under your knees, and you were in the air.
Your head rested against his shoulder. You forced open your eyes. “…Why?”
“Because,” he said, chest rumbling with his words. “I’ve died a lot of deaths, and you are not worthy of this one.”
His answer confused you, too much for your jumbled thoughts to process. But...Blade was warm. Even in the freezing rain and blisteringly cold wind, he was warm.
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misunderstandings ft. dr ratio
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x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ﾟ
in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.
warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.
a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!
“Why- why are you mad?” You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.
He doesn’t give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.
“Is it because I said ‘I love you’?”
The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, you’d love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.
During this moment, the world stills. You think he’s genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratio’s fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, you’ve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong.
“I was meant to say it first,” he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I was meant to be the one to say ‘I love you’ first.”
Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. “Are you being serious?”
“Deadly.”
“You- why, then couldn’t you just have said it?” You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. “Need I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?”
“Yes, and it was positively the best day of my life.” He says that like it’s a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.
They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didn’t love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?
However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly don’t know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex.
Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. “Oh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, I’m going back to my office until you-”
Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratio’s lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.
“I never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,” he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.
“I’m starting to regret it.”
“Can’t you at least say it again?”
“I don’t want to,” you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. “You don’t deserve it.”
“Well, that’s a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?”
“You haven’t even said anything back,” you pinch his skin. “Talk about harsh.”
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory he’s injected into your mind.
You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. “Please don’t remind me.”
“Y’know, it’s not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t have let it slide, but it’s not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.”
“I was… agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.”
“Forget about it? Completely?” The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. “I fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!”
“Not pivotal enough if you can’t even say ‘I love you, too’.”
“On the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.” His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears you’d slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. “Do you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.”
Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety.
His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like you’re seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else.
“I love you.” He continues with heart wrenching devotion. “I’ll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-”
You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections.
But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.
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HSR Fanfiction Project: My Tiny Light ~
Good morning, afternoon or evening! Context:
From the start of the version in Penacony, when i saw Aventurine I knew it was very special (apart from another 2d crush on the list haha) it came to my mind, an isekai reader x Aventurine, fanfic. While the story of Penacony progressed with the Trailblazer missions, in my mind I was slowly polishing my idea of this fanfic and with Aventurine's backstory it was largely the final touch of writing this fanfic for fun. I feel like there should be more readers x character being from our world (isekai) so... Here i'm! Trying to sastiface my dear fantasy hehe ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
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Here is the synopsis of the fanfic (project) My tiny light:
This story begins with our dear reader leaving his house in a fit of rage and going far away when he gets to the subway, until someone pushes him silently from behind on purpose onto the subway tracks so that he "dies." Although his life takes a 360° turn, without any kind of transition after a situation that should have been traumatic, the reader wakes up in the first moment of the Trailblazer's life in a canonical way, just like in the video game.
When he closes his eyes after seeing Kafka leave with Silver Wolf, he hears a mysterious voice that tells to the reader in his mind "Your time here is temporary, your mission is to help the trailblazer on his journey with your knowledge. Good luck little ghost."
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Ok… i was thinking the trailblazer be Stelle body, because I always write the reader like a female, but you can read it like it was Caelus body if you want. So… I have a big existential doubt, I don't know if I should make the ship polygamy (Aventurine x Reader x Ratio) or just monogamy (Aventurine x reader), it's just that they are my two favorite characters and ¡I can't decide! (╥﹏╥)
pd: I didn't forgot my ror fanfic! 😅 I have the script of the 2 chapter but my studies, they take up a lot of my time, I will probably upload it during the winter holidays after the exams. so don't despair!
♡Well have a good day, afternoon or night♡
~Reiko Yukimura~
WOW!! 657 VOTES?! THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS!
After a short wait… the winner is option 1! AVENTURINE X Y/N (ISEKAI READER) X DR. RATIO and from the likes, your comments along with so many people who voted in the poll I can see that you like this HSR fanfic project.
As I said in my first ROR fanfic, I'm going to try to be as faithful as possible to the canonical characters in the video game along with their personalities. I'm also going to develop the bond that is generated with the boys and the reader, it won't be one that they fall in love with each other haha because they don't have that type of behavior (much more Kakavasha for everything that happened to him)… Several of the dialogues will be part of the original story to make it as canonical as possible.
Have a nice day everyone!!
~Reiko Yukimura~
HSR Fanfiction Project: My Tiny Light ~
Good morning, afternoon or evening! Context:
From the start of the version in Penacony, when i saw Aventurine I knew it was very special (apart from another 2d crush on the list haha) it came to my mind, an isekai reader x Aventurine, fanfic. While the story of Penacony progressed with the Trailblazer missions, in my mind I was slowly polishing my idea of this fanfic and with Aventurine's backstory it was largely the final touch of writing this fanfic for fun. I feel like there should be more readers x character being from our world (isekai) so... Here i'm! Trying to sastiface my dear fantasy hehe ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
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Here is the synopsis of the fanfic (project) My tiny light:
This story begins with our dear reader leaving his house in a fit of rage and going far away when he gets to the subway, until someone pushes him silently from behind on purpose onto the subway tracks so that he "dies." Although his life takes a 360° turn, without any kind of transition after a situation that should have been traumatic, the reader wakes up in the first moment of the Trailblazer's life in a canonical way, just like in the video game.
When he closes his eyes after seeing Kafka leave with Silver Wolf, he hears a mysterious voice that tells to the reader in his mind "Your time here is temporary, your mission is to help the trailblazer on his journey with your knowledge. Good luck little ghost."
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Ok… i was thinking the trailblazer be Stelle body, because I always write the reader like a female, but you can read it like it was Caelus body if you want. So… I have a big existential doubt, I don't know if I should make the ship polygamy (Aventurine x Reader x Ratio) or just monogamy (Aventurine x reader), it's just that they are my two favorite characters and ¡I can't decide! (╥﹏╥)
pd: I didn't forgot my ror fanfic! 😅 I have the script of the 2 chapter but my studies, they take up a lot of my time, I will probably upload it during the winter holidays after the exams. so don't despair!
♡Well have a good day, afternoon or night♡
~Reiko Yukimura~
MY TINY LIGHT HSR FANFIC by tinirainboom
HELLO EVERYONE! I'M BACK WITH A LITTLE NEWS ABOUT THIS PROJECT!
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OK… First of all I'm going to do the whole index of the fanfic so that it's as… organized as possible and with a small synopsis so that I can write each chapter later according to that idea and be able to develop it, also to order the main missions of trailblazer along with their continuations (like for example, the Topaz future market). Of course, I separate everything by sagas because otherwise it's a huge mess due to so much information from the canonical story, although there will also be non-canonical chapters that should give more prominence to the isekai reader of our world to adapt to the HSR universe.
God, I've already done up to chapter 31 finishing with the sagas of the ship of Herta and Jarilo-VI. I still need to do the one of Loufu (I won't do the current continuation mission, since that is after Penacony) and then the most anticipated saga of Penacony.
Now comes the question of Aven and Veri's ages… oh god. I feel (it's an opinion and a small observation from a fan) that currently Kakavasha is around 22 years old and Veritas is around 25. What do you think? Since at one point in the story, I have to put ages because I want to write something related to a "time skip" so to speak.
In the case of Rine, in his past (which is shown in his slave flashbacks where he is downcast) he is a teenager, and I think he would be 17… I searched everywhere to find canon information but there is none 😭😭😭!
Since the year amber is not technically a year but it would be like saying "we are in the 21st century" but not specifically saying like "hey you are in the year such and such :D"… because the tragedy of Sigonia-VI happened in the middle of the current 2157 before the awakening the trailblazer (reading carefully the hsr wiki timeline) but not the exact year 😭😭. If someone knows about that, you can send me a comment here or in private I'll appreciate it!!
In a few days (maybe) I'll be able to publish a preview of the first chapter of this fanfic! YEIY!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆
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That's all the news guys! I was really surprised by the amount of likes on the previous post about this project along with the feedback from some comments and I can see that you like the idea so I'll try hard!
Have a nice day, afternoon or night ♡(>ᴗ•)
~Reiko Yukimura~
My tiny light, news!!
Hello everyone!! I have a surprise for you guys for those who are looking forward to this HSR isekai fanfic and… I hope you like it hahaha (^～^;)ゞ ｡˚ੈ ~☪~⋆✩~☪~⋆✩~☪~⋆✩~☪~ ੈ⋆｡˚
TA-DA! THE COVER!!
I was inspired by the way Black Swan and the "woman" (I don't remember her name) standing next to the mirror in the forgotten room can see people's memories. (^～^;)ゞ Thanks to the images of the eidolons I was able to generate this idea. This cover will be used on Wattpad and was made on Canva. Stelle is in glitch because technically it won't be her, but the reader. That's why it acts like an error.
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Have a nice day, afternoon or night ♡(>ᴗ•)
~Reiko Yukimura~
and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like...
dr ratio x fem!reader
(sorry if hes ooc i didnt know how to bring out his assholeyness on a first date withour having the reader standing up and leaving his ass)
pt. 2 of then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two
four days before the date.
you made veritas feel icky. his sweaty palms disgusted him, his jumbled thoughts made him feel like hiding in his study and never leaving, and the way even thinking of you made his heart race made him feel like a fool.
so he did what he does best, and he studied. he worked his ass off. researched breathing exercises and studied the human mind. the feelings he'd read about before, ones he swore he'd never stoop so low to feeling, were now what he seeked to bottle up. not completely, for he is still a man. just enough to not feel like such an idiot.
for the next four days before you two planned to meet, he practiced. in front of mirrors, lying in bed thinking of you; he worked day and night to get back to his normal self. he even suppressed his giddiness and raging thoughts about you enough to get two good days of work in.
7 hours before the date.
ratio is a methodical man. he plans and he executes.
he did not plan to wake up at 3 in the morning the day of your date. and he can’t get back to sleep. he's done his calming breathing exercises, he’s focused his muscle groups, hes counted sheep. he is NOT getting any more rest.
so now hes sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands like that one picture of shinji. a plethora of thoughts are racing through his head,
“what if i look like shit later today?
...i’ll need to wear concealer with my eyeliner today…
...i’m so fucking tired.”
but it's mainly you. what if he messes up, what if he's too rude or snarky? what if you don't really like who he is, like everyone else?
3 hours before the date.
you know how in films the dorky loser main character practices in front of the mirror before talking to their crush? veritas seemed to take it to heart, as he's standing here, leaning on his sink counter, staring at his own reflection (which he spent the last four hours on) and practicing what he’ll do.
his mind is organized and going over what he’ll do (although he's heavily suppressing the jumbled nervous thoughts that are running rampant in the back of his head) but it’s okay! ‘cause this doctor has a plan..!
talk about her outfit
ask her why she was interested in you
… the weather ?
surely the conversation will flourish from there. yeah. he’s totally prepared.
30 minutes before the date.
of course he’s 30 minutes early. if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up. that's his philosophy. although he's kinda hoping you don’t show up early too. his deep breathing exercises will take at least another 20 minut-
29 minutes before the date.
shit.
he watches as you enter the cafe, nodding to the barista and looking for a table. he notices you noticing him. your eyes light up and you sent a quick wave as you hurry over. but- wait, just a second- he’s not ready! he hasn't even started his affirmatio-
“hey! i guess we had the same idea, huh?” you chuckle, situating yourself and your bag onto your chair.
uh-oh, he’s just staring at you again. well, that's actually completely and totally 100% your fault! he was in the middle of DEEP-BREATHING. don’t interrupt a guy when he's breathing deeply.
“yes. we did. my philosophy on punctuality is that if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up.” he manages to get out. did that sound too snobbish?
“exactly! if you’re going somewhere, go with a purpose. even if that purpose is to get out as soon as possible, y’know?” you rest your head on your hand and make some relevant motion with the other one.
that's good! that's really good. he just had a conversation with you, just like he wanted. okay, okay. what now? what were his points?... outfit, interest, weather. outfit, interest, weather. outfit…
“are you going to order, veritas?” the sound of his own name from your tongue draws him back to reality. he’d like to hear that again.
“pardon me. yes, i’ll just take a black coffee.” he’s curt and in the back of his mind he's still deciding which point to bring up.
“sooo…. you look lovely. although i almost didn't recognize you without your alabaster head. i like it though.” you say, making small talk. he didn't mind it with you.
‘FUCK she beat me to it’ is what he’s thinking.
“thank you. you look beautiful, as always.” oooo he got you blushing and kicking your feet.
you let out a curt giggle at that, “so, why do you wear that? the alabaster head.” you cock your head to the side a little. you cutie patootie.
“i can’t bear to see idiots. of course, they wouldn't want to see me either.” he replies, matter of factly.
“they’re surely an idiot if they don't want to see you.”
haaah. veritas’ collar feels tighter and his head's getting hot. how's he supposed to react to that? do you have no shame?
and then he implodes because of your overwhelming beauty
okay guys i gotta be honest i have no idea how to conclude rhis ....so idk and then you guys bone or whatever you want ☺️
a/n - i'm so sorry about rhe ending gang but i quite literally could not think of any way to end this and ive been putting it off for weeks so i knew it wasnt getting finished.... whoops! 🤗
dedicated to 🌸 anon <3
(sorry for making you wait so long ml....... 😞)