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n0tamused

10 months ago

Hello! If your requests are open, could I please request a little something sweet with Dr Ratio?

I've just received exam results and despite all the hard work I've failed 🥲 The material is easy but my god is the professor so harsh istg- Anyway, if I could request something on this basis idea with comfort from Ratio, that would be very comforting 😭 Either way, I appreciate you and I hope you're doing ok! 💕

angélique. ⺌ my darling angel.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ veritas ratio x gender neutral reader. includes : mild angst, hurt with comfort, tenderness, the gentle way in which he loves you so.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ some notes : unedited, might contain spelling ﹠ grammar mistakes. ♡ large spacing is intended.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ liah’s notes : ahhh, cheers to my first ever requester! ‹𝟹 failing exams are never easy, moreso when you worked really hard for it >< i hope this little piece makes you smile, hehe!

to say you were in the depths of misery seemed to be an understatement.

though hardwork wasn’t always rewarded as life rarely went in the direction we want it to, the slump in your positivity could take a toll in anyone. you knew very well that there was always ‘ next time ’ but the idea of failing again has you rooted underneath the duvet of your shared bed.

you cannot fathom looking at your lover even as his footsteps quietly thud at the floor. in fact, it drives you to sink further into the mattress, in hopes it’ll swallow you whole.

a gentle hand brushes against the top of your head, featherlight in its touch. the bed sinks slightly with his weight, and you feel his warmth press against your back.

“ love, ” the scholar murmurs, none of his usual snark or wit present in his tone. it only makes your breath hitch, stubbornly facing away from him. the idea of disappointing veritas with your incompetence stings, especially with who he is. what would he think of you?

as if guessing your thoughts, the scholar leans down to press a faint kiss on your head. he stays there for a moment, before he pulls away. “ must you hide from me, love? ” a sigh, fingertips brushing against your nape, skimming across your skin.

“ what you get from one exam does not determine your intelligence nor your worth. i’ve seen you work hard for it, and perhaps you feel as if you failed … i believe it is the opposite. ” his tone remains even, his touch unfaltering.

“ you’ve learned from it, yes? you know that in order to succeed, you must push yourself further. although i believe that is not an issue due to your diligence. ” veritas ratio leans down, goosebumps rising across your skin as you feel his lips press against your nape.

“ you are perfect, love. ” he murmurs, reverence coating honeyed words. it is not often that he showers you in praises, but situations like these called for it. he wasn’t a doting lover, but he loves you. adores your existence, treats you like you are a gift from the galaxy.

veritas ratio loves you to the point of madness, to ruination — your happiness is his, your sadness is his.

another kiss against your nape renders you speechless, before he’s gently turning you around to face him. he greets you with the soft press of his lips on your forehead, to the skin underneath your eyes, to the curve of your cheeks.

“ we’ll work on this together, ” he promises, interlocking his hands with yours. he lifts it to press his lips to your knuckles, to the tips of your fingers, where love drips in his words.

“ you’re not alone. “