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love serum !

in which dr ratio accidentally consumes a serum gifted to you by ruan mei

-> inspired by verinarin’s love mishaps, dividers by cafekistune

My dearest friend,

I hope you’re enjoying your time on the space station. I understand that looking after my creations can be taxing. though, in your previous letter, you mentioned that they had evolved with new features. I'm grateful for your work.

Happy Birthday, by the way. I’ve attached a serum that should help revitalise you (I'll have to tell you about how I made it, when I next come to the space station) and embroidered a charm for you.

You should have the serum with the tea I have attached with it. It's a lovely, fragrant tea that I think you’d enjoy. It also matches the flavours of the serum.

You mentioned wanting a charm to ward off the bad luck you’ve been recently experiencing, as well as an ‘annoying scholar’. I am rather curious. Perhaps I’ll get you to talk about him next time, when I see you in person?

Do not worry about replying quickly — you should enjoy your birthday first with some cake and the serum I crafted for you. Herta mentioned that Asta was ‘making a ruckus’ doing something for you, potentially a cake. You’ll have to save me a slice. The serum should accompany the sweet taste of the cake well.

I promise I’ll visit you soon. Actually, I do have to check the Simulated Universe soon, so it may be sooner than later. It’d be nice to see you.

Kindest regards,

Ruan Mei.

...

Closing the letter, you smiled. Ruan Mei’s letters were always a nice surprise. Her letters always had gifts and sweet treats, and her writing was impeccable. Perhaps she was a little blunt, but you never really minded. It was her charm, you supposed.

Curious about her attached gifts, you gently unfolded the package that came with the letter. a pinky-purple serum in a glass container was there — probably the one she had mentioned, and an embroidered charm that had a plum blossom on it. The serum had a note attached on it — instructions on how to use it, as well as some tea leaves.

“So… I should put it in the tea,” You murmured, reading the instructions carefully, “I guess it can’t hurt to enjoy my birthday for a bit… plus that cake Asta might have made for me…”

Pocketing the charm, you began to make your way to the Space Station’s kitchen area. You were ever so curious about the cake, and Asta would have probably left it there.

Unsurprisingly, you bumped into Asta, who had greeted you with a smile and a cheerful ‘Happy Birthday!’

“Oh! And by the way, I made a cake for you! Cake’s in the fridge, take some time for yourself! You deserve it!” She nudged you playfully, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I thought you’d appreciate something handmade. To tell the truth, Arlan and I really struggled… but in the end, we made it!”

Giggling at the thought of Arlan covered in flour and Asta panicking over baking a cake, your smile grew wider, “Oh? I appreciate it, thanks. I’m sure it’ll taste great.”

"I hope so.” And then, she added on quietly, “I did actually fund a few of your projects, actually. Just in case the cake thing failed.”

“Asta— those projects were really expensive projects?!”

“Okay, time for my leave, see you later, Happy Birthday!!” She winked at you as she dashed off, but not before saying, “Oh, and by the way, the guy who’s name you don’t want mentioned in case he shows up is at the station. I'm sorry, it was a business thing!”

Before you could get in a word or complain about his arrival, Asta had already gone.

Shaking your head fondly at Asta’s antics, you thought about her words, while carefully undoing the serum’s cap to prepare it.

He was here? At the station? Great. you could only hope he wouldn’t ruin your birthday for you.

Sighing once more at the thought of him, you checked your fridge for the cake that Asta had mentioned. The colour was… intriguing and it was crudely decorated, but you’d judge it based on its taste, not its appearance (you were sure Asta would appreciate such kindness).

Cautiously carrying a piece of cake and serum, hoping not to spill any of the serum, you decided to settle in your laboratory. Not many (if any at all) researchers would be there, so you could at least have some peace and quiet as you enjoyed your birthday treats. You placed the cake onto the desk, taking a sip of the serum.

It was fragrant. a sweet, floral flavour that you knew would accompany any cake perfectly. you’d have to ask Ruan Mei about how she made it. She said she’d tell you, after all.

Next, the cake. Hesitantly, you took a small section of it, popping it into your mouth.

Your mouth exploded with flavour — not necessarily in a good way, but not in a bad way either. It was pretty intense. you wondered if they used too much cake flavouring. That was probably the case.

Still, it wasn’t unpleasant. maybe you could give Asta some baking lessons or something, but in the meantime, you’d—

“Was it necessary to have your break in here? The equipment could be sullied by the cake crumbs or a spillage.”

You stopped mid bite, looking up at the one who spoke.

Great. Of course. You should’ve known that he’d arrive, regardless of the charm in your pocket or your hopeful wishes.

“Dr. Ratio.” You muttered, trying to hide your disdain. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Sure, you respected him as a scholar, but his personality was unbelievably frustrating. At times, he would irritate you so much that you’d just leave whatever you were doing to get away from him and his arrogant remarks.

Sure, he was annoyingly attractive. Sure, you were one of few he had removed his plaster head for. Sure, you respected his smarts, his talent, and his perseverance, but that was beside the point. He was infuriating, and every word that came out of his mouth made you want to strangle him.

“Were you not alerted of my visit?” He questioned, eyes narrowing at the way you continued eating your cake, “I was under the impression that you had been informed of my visit. Naturally, I’m interested in your research, which is why I want an update.”

You simply stared at him in disbelief. Since when was he interested in your research? Plus, wasn’t your field of research so far apart from the subjects he taught?

Ratio simply stared back at you, facial expression still.

“Uh, well,” You began, noting that he wasn’t going to speak further, “It’s my birthday. I really want to have a peaceful birthday, so please leave?”

Ratio scoffs. “Leave? I’ve made the journey—”

“Alright, alright. Come, sit next to me.” You concede, cutting him off before he could lecture you. You really weren’t in the mood, especially not on your birthday. Though, you really weren't wanting to explain your research to him when you were supposed to be relaxing. Oh well, it's the lesser of two evils, you suppose.

As he sits down next to you, and he peers at your drink.

“What exactly is this? The colour is quite unnatural. Are you sure it’s not poison?” he says, taking the mug and glaring down at the contents.

And before you can explain or say anything, he gulps down your birthday concoction.

“W-what the hell?” You say, snatching the mug off of him. Your precious gift from Ruan Mei, the serum! It’s all gone! You deflate; disappointment etched upon your face. “Why— why did you drink it if you thought it was poison?”

“Naturally, I deduced it wasn’t poison. Besides, we are in a lab, and I could have easily administered a cure.”

“Are you insane? That was my drink! You don’t just—!” You sigh, setting the empty mug down on the desk. “My drink from Ruan Mei… gone…”

“I was curious about the taste,” he explains. Oddly enough, as he gazes at you, there’s a hint of softness in his eyes. “Are you alright? You look distraught.”

…

That was odd. Ratio didn’t seem like the type to care about your feelings in any shape or form. at least, not outwardly.

“…I’m fine.” You say, a hint of suspicion present in your voice. “Are you feeling alright? You’re acting weird.”

“Now that you mention it, I’m feeling rather warm. But otherwise, I feel as I normally do.” He shuffles closer to you. You stare at him, wondering what exactly he’s trying to do.

Suddenly, his hand comes up to cup your face.

…This is… unexpected. “Hey, doctor, what are you doing?”

His thumb brushes your cheek, a tender gesture that you hadn’t expected from him at all. You’re frozen in place as holds you, his eyes boring into yours.

“Why must you captivate me so?” he says softly, his voice frustrated yet reverent as he continues to inspect your face.

Your face flushes. This is weird, right? He’s acting weird. “Why must I–?"

He cuts you off, a finger placed on your mouth. “Be quiet and let me study you. there is a reason for everything, and I must examine you to reveal why I find you so attractive.”

...

Attractive????

“Have you lost your mind? Did the serum—” You pause. Oh yeah. He drank the serum. Wait, could this be an effect of the serum?

But how would that work? Your mind tries to grapple with this possibility. Perhaps the contents of the serum contained something that would have influenced such feelings? You’d have to ask Ruan Mei about it, or mention it in your reply to her letter.

For now, you had to get out of this predicament, at least, before you exploded with embarrassment. The way Dr. Ratio was holding you, gazing at you with that soft affection in his eyes was definitely stirring something in you, and it was hard to not just combust right there and then. You had never seen him so… soft.

“Look, we’ll talk later,” you say, trying not to stumble over your words as you pull away and begin packing your things away. Oddly, you miss the warmth of his touch. “I have to go, okay?”

Dr. Ratio looks disappointed, but only for a brief moment. “If you must leave, then… so be it. but…”

He pauses. You also pause in your movements, curious of what he might say.

“I apologise if this is too forward, but… would you mind if I kissed you?”

…

My dearest friend,

I was not aware that feeding the serum to an individual that is not yourself would cause such effects.

However, I do not think that the serum caused feelings of love. In fact, I believe it amplified already existing feelings, as ‘love potions’ are something that is entirely impossible. For this effect to have happened, Dr. Ratio must have had a surprising amount of affection for you.

Should you want it, I have attached an antidote. This will remove all serum that still resides within him, though I am unsure if that will do much.

Kindest regards,

Ruan Mei.

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f0dgebr0wnie · 2 months ago

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❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮❞

this is my first attempt at writing here in tumblr. I'm still unfamiliar with the mechanics so forgive me if the format looks a bit plain ;-; This is also my attempt at challenging myself to write romance and capture intimate, domestic moments without excessively using kisses/hugs. Please excuse the writing mistakes here. Hope anyone reading this enjoys! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

❥ pairing: veritas ratio x reader

❥ tags: humor, romance, fluff, domesticity, ratio x reader

❥ song inspo: to the bone by pamungkas

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

➷ Him spooning you and covering your ears during a thunderstorm knowing how sensitive you are to the startling noise

➷ Extending a hand towards you out of reflex whenever you're seen bounding towards him, as though ushering you closer and not allowing a single millimeter of space to fester between you

➷‌ Him immediately sliding over his meal of choice to you when he catches you openly staring at it. You point at it and sweetly ask him if you could have a bite, and when he complies, he doesn't take it back until you are satisfied

➷ His firm tone when he chastises you for picking the cheapest option on the menu, repeating the phrase he often uses in situations like these: "I'm paying. Now, perish those thoughts and choose what you truly want". As you place your order, he notices that your current option was the second cheapest meal on the menu. This stunt garners his disapproving stare, and you eventually cave in from the pressure and order what you really want

➷ He doesn't partake in PDA often, or much at all, but people aren't oblivious to the way he tends to shift most of his body weight towards you when you're around just so his skin can make contact with yours or the way he seeks out every opportunity to touch you, whether it's a simple shoulder tap or a poke at your forearm (bro must have you within at least a meter radius, further than that and he'll pull you closer to him)

➷ ‌In the early stages of your relationship, he noticed that you frequently hold his bag for him, which was a gesture more commonly practiced by men. Not wanting your considerate gestures to go unreciprocated, he now takes the initiative to carry your belongings for you whenever you're out together. His arms now serve as a multifunctional tool for you to either hang your belongings on or latch onto when you're afflicted with a sudden bout of neediness

➷ Never turning down an opportunity to touch your hair. He sees a leaf on your hair? His fingers are already working on removing it. Not only that, but he goes the extra mile by also brushing your hair. He sees a few stray hairs sticking out? His palm swiftly mats it down with gentle, methodical swipes. You wonder why his hand lingers for more than a minute, but you make no attempts to stop him ‌

➷ Your arms are his stress ball. Whenever he catches you doing something cute, be prepared to have your upper arms seized and squished to oblivion. He's done it so often to the point that it developed into a habit. It wasn't until one of his acquaintances pointed it out did he realize it had long gone past the point of habit and into the territory of involuntary behavior. He'd do it even when he's ticked off by what you did/say that at this point, the line between cuteness aggression and sheer aggression is blurred‌

➷ Reflexively holds your hair back whenever you lean over something, especially food. He can tell when it's about to happen by the spark in your eyes and by the time your body tips over to gain a closer look at the object of interest, his lithe fingers shoot out from their previous position at breakneck speed to prevent the falling strands from getting dirty

➷ Those lips that are prolific in spouting soul-crushing, confidence-tearing remarks become pliable crescents whenever you speak. Even if the contents of your mindless ramblings are something he deems nonsensical, inane, and even outright idiotic, a smile will inevitably worm its way up his face. Additionally, as much as he enjoys teasing and berating you (lightheartedly), there is nothing that sates his senses more than your gleeful laughter every time he comes up with a clever quip or a bestows you with adulations. He's not one for sugar coating, but he'd be lying if he said your mirthful reactions aren't enough incentives for him to start doing so

➷‌ Always knows instinctively whenever you're confused by a term or saying, by that pursed lips of yours and the way you stare up at him with a distraught look as if fearing that admitting your incomprehension will garner his or his peers' disdain. When he spots these telltale characteristics of befuddlement, he will draw himself closer to your ear and explain to you in a voice as smooth as silk, yet as soothing as the nightfall breeze, with words meticulously formulated to aid you in obtaining a general scope of what's being discussed. Your apologies are met with a swift rebuttal as he assures you that it was best to be forthcoming about one's lack of knowledge than to feign understanding

➷‌ Him being extra careful with his words when you need his candid input. He goes the extra mile to mince his words when he would usually show no hesitation dishing out insults like flyers. You would ask him for his thoughts on an outfit, and he'd reply "do you want me to be completely honest?" At this point, you had resigned yourself to an inevitable fate of being on the receiving end of his critical and straightforward dissection as he picked on each and every visible flaw, supplying concrete alternatives to mitigate the mistake but not before bashing you for your poor taste. To your surprise, however, he actually... held back? Instead hearing something like "even the most mediocre of minds know not to go for this color scheme. Pray tell, is your goal to be presentable or a laughing stock?"; he goes: "The color of your top clashes with your shoes; perhaps, you can try this instead." or even something simple like "That won't do. You can achieve more with this instead."

➷‌ Watching a movie together and he sees your quivering lips, hears a whimper, and catches the indignant wipe of your eyes. With a sigh, he opens his arms for you to leap in to and make a mess of his freshly ironed shirt

➷‌ "Tell me why!" You angle an imaginary mic at his face, watching closely and expectantly. He breathes out an exasperated sigh, mutters something about your maturity, and then finally says the following line with a delivery somehow more monotone than gal gadot: "ain't nothing but a heartache..." It takes a year off his lifespan every time you initiate these spontaneous karaoke sessions, but he supposes that having the lifespan of a mosquito is worth it if it means seeing you burst into a fitful laughter

➷‌ As much as he finds solace in the moments shared between him and you, Ratio also relishes the times he is able to enjoy a good book and delve in his own ruminations. However, in the rare instances you show even the slightest bit of interest in what he's keeping himself preoccupied with, he'll scooch over to make room for you. No words are exchanged or needed. The moment you accept the silent invitation and the proximity amplifies, Ratio's arm rests around your shoulders like a seat belt securing you to his side before you both eventually embark on an academic journey together

➷‌ There's nothing that robs him of his composure more than when you say "thank you" and bat your lashes at him, playing coy. It sends his heart thumping wildly and engulfs his face in a disarming sense of warmth. It makes him weak—he knows it, you know it. He chases that high by making himself available whenever you're immersed in a task that he knows will require his assistance

➷‌ It's public knowledge that Ratio's productivity and looks can be ascribed to his habit of waking up early. He utilizes the time to read a page or two from his book, exercise, gather his bearings, and prepare himself a balanced meal for breakfast before he would eventually tackle his arduous day-to-day routine as both an educator and a scholar. But now, his morning routine undergoes a bit of change. The steaming cup of coffee becomes two cups. The table is occupied by two separate plates instead of one. And once all that is done and over with, he goes back to bed to wake up his other half

➷‌ You run to him, frantic, acting like the apocalypse is nigh, frazzled and distraught beyond words and he just points to the vanity without a single scathing comment, unfazed to the point of blase. You grab your missing phone with a hop in your step and thank him. The next time you do it, he just goes, "have you tried looking in the drawer?" Wallet found, breakdown averted

➷‌ When he laughs at your jokes (he actually doesn't; on a good day, the most you'll get is a faint, airy snort while the second best is just a blank stare) ‌

➷‌ When he puts his book down, tucks a bookmark between the pages, and ultimately relinquishing his source of entertainment to listen to whatever you have to say, trivial as he may claim it is

➷‌ When he calls you by a term of endearment and doesn't shy away from regarding you with light touches in front of people, despite being fully aware of how this would impact his professional life. This impact being employees gawking at him for actually having a love life, close peers teasing him for being a sap, and even a few brave students approaching him to offer him their best wishes (and surprise because, as a brazen student of his once said: "someone as prickly as him can get together with someone? damn")

➷‌ Even in the aftermath of a recent conflict, he keeps the door to his study room unlocked. He might not say a word to you due to his lingering annoyance, but at the end of the day, he wouldn't (correction: could never) turn you away if you come looking for him

➷‌ Gaining the doctor's interest is a monumental achievement as he is someone with a penchant for knowledge and discoveries that most people will take years to understand. Yet somehow, a simple text from you is all it takes to keep his attention riveted to his phone. If anyone ever sees his vision glued to his screen as though he has just seen someone solve simple addition incorrectly, they'll know who's responsible

➷‌ When he takes you out to your favorite restaurant and brings you to the beach at evening to watch the sunset, knowing how much this kind of scenery soothes your soul

➷‌ When he tosses an apple towards you while you were off collecting seashells, only for it to land on your lap, earning a dissatisfied grunt from him as he chides you for not catching. He retrieves the apple and tosses it again. You try to play it cool when you manage to catch it the second time, but it's hard not to get giddy when you see him with the biggest smile on his face

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