Welcome! As the name suggests, this is where I'll be sharing my Honkai Star: Rail x Reader work from my Tumblr (aventurineswife).
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Warnings: Most of my fics are...
Summary: In a quiet art studio in Paris, you become the subject of Ratio's final project—a portrait that reveals far more about his detached genius than it does about you. As he paints, your unrequited feelings grow, tangled with dreams of closeness that reality continuously shatters. In the end, you come to understand that loving someone like him means enduring silence, detachment, and an aching loneliness in the shadow of his brilliance.
Tags: Unrequited Love, Angst, High School AU, Modern AU, Yandere Elements, Hurt/No Comfort, Art Student Ratio, Intellectual Obsession, France Setting, Dream Sequences, Bittersweet.
Warnings: Themes of Unrequited Love and Emotional Distance, Hurt/No Comfort, Melancholy and Loneliness, Self-Deprecation.
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For as long as you can remember, art class had been your favorite period, and yet today, it felt different. Ratio, a mysterious, magnetic student with wavy violet hair and the kind of intellect that seemed worlds beyond your own, had chosen you as his subject for the semester’s final project: a portrait in oils.
Ratio was one of the few who had been recruited by the school specifically for his academic achievements, and his choice to paint you, out of all the students, felt like an unexpected spotlight you didn’t want to face. The world had already made it clear, after all, that your presence was unusual—at 6'7", you often felt like you were towering over everyone else in class. You had a secret, lingering crush on Ratio, even if you knew that, in his eyes, you were nothing more than a curiosity.
As you stand in the studio in front of his canvas, you can’t help but feel the weight of his gaze, analyzing every angle, every shadow on your form. He sits with perfect poise, like an artist conjuring life from blankness, while you stand frozen, barefoot on the cold tile, your heart pounding as he captures your every detail—feet and all.
“Stay still.” he murmurs, barely glancing up from his brushwork.
The words are spoken with such cool detachment, yet they send a chill through you. His voice always did that, as though his intellect could pierce through to whatever lingering fragments of hope and warmth you held inside.
The studio around you is empty, save for you and him. It had been this way for a few weeks, each session unraveling a little more of the mystery between you both. Though he kept his distance, Ratio had a presence that seemed to seep through the air itself, lingering in the room like an aroma that stayed long after he’d left.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks suddenly, his eyes fixed on your feet, studying them with the same intensity he’d give a particularly complex theorem.
You swallow, feeling self-conscious. “Yeah… yeah, I guess.”
He tilts his head, a small, unsettling smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Good. It’s important that the subject of my work… endures.”
