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round seven has me in SHAMBLES. i'm sorry till, I love you, but if I was in that crowd I would be STARING at luka the entire time he's so fucking fine

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okay yeah I'm cooked enhypen pulled me back out of my honkai star rail phase and idk what it's gonna take to bring me back

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guys I didn't mean to... but I went and CHEATED on my hyperfixation on hsr and became obsessed with alien stage. i'm sorry aventurine I wasn't planning to leave you for another blonde morally grey character (luka) but it just happened...

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expect an aventurine or ratio one shot soon about like birthday celebrations or something if I get inspired (it was my birthday today, I went to a crystal shop and bought an aventurine stone...) and if I don't do it soon feel free to yell at me

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I promised in my head today that i'd write a new one shot but then I ended up playing animal crossing new horizons for hours despite not playing it in two years

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my sister said dr. ratio sounds like someone who would be on twitter constantly bc of his name, and now I can't help but think about him having a secret twitter account he scrolls on at like 1 am when he can't fall asleep, and just gets angry at all the idiots on it, so he starts replying a lot trying to educate them and gets rage baited by everyone on there (and people love to respond to his lengthy paragraphs of lectures with the nerd emoji)

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When Ratio kisses you, which isn't rare, yet not the most common, it's not purely physical. No, he pours all of his mind into the kiss and tells you just how much you mean to him through the rash movement of his lips against yours, as his words were never enough, nor were they his preferred display of love.

Due to this, he can't help but get carried away sometimes when demonstrating his affection for you, which is why you were now sitting on his lap panting as you tried to recover your breath.

Meanwhile, he seemed to be unbothered by the earlier lack of oxygen, mouthing along your neck and sucking and biting on the sensitive skin there as you breathed heavily from his previous kiss. He nipped at a particularly sensitive spot above your collarbone, leaving a dark mark as he was reluctant to pull away.

He loved the soft sounds you made as you weakly clutched at his clothes, swallowing thickly. He did not stop his ministrations completely, though he did give you a slight break.

After all, Ratio may be a genius with his higher intellect, but he was still just a man, and he had his own desires, especially when his lover was so stunning. He mostly opted for less words and more touch whenever you two were intimate like this, because he wanted you to feel him and his emotions.

“Veri-” You tried to speak, but were quickly cut off by his lips attaching to yours once again, your eyes swiftly closing as you let out a sharp breath into his mouth. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his hand tugging at your hair so he could slip his tongue into your mouth with the small opening your gasp gave him. He was greedy and desperate, that he was.

“Just be quiet.” He said after he eventually pulled away for only a moment, his eyes scanning yours as stray strands of his hair fell over his face, shifting you closer on his lap before pulling you back in with his hand on the back of your neck.

You refrained from talking again as he continued, his touch both a mix of roughness yet treating you gently at the same time. What an enigma he was, but your mind barely had time to dwell on that train of thought as he pulled away from your lips once again, marking your upper neck with sharp bites and a soft soothe of his tongue over the blemishes seconds later.

Ratio was insatiable, his hands seeming unable to stop their journey around your body as he wanted to touch you everywhere at once.

He held you as if you would leave any moment, but rather he did this because he needed you close, he just needed you. Despite him being extremely popular among the Intelligentsia Guild and known for his good looks with many rumors surrounding him and his love life, the poor guy was touch starved, barely letting anyone else this close before you.

He couldn't deny that he loved your touch a little too much, not even as you teased him while he pressed his skin against yours, panting for a moment as he tried to control himself.

When he finally met your eyes once again with the feeling of his hands tugging and undoing the buttons on your shirt, it felt like he was eating you alive already just by the intensity of his gaze. It sent chills down your spine and you knew you were in for a long night.

Not that you minded, anyway.

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there's this really cute platonic avenstelle fic with a hint of ratiorine which is probably right up your alley!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57033319

thank you so much!! I'll be sure to check it out ^^

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update, I might have to write the ratio one shots myself. sighs (I'm going to be busy)

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i've literally read almost every single one shot on here, drabble, anything to do with veritas ratio and I need more. he's not even my favorite character for aeon's sake it's aventurine, but he keeps getting to me lately so I have two choices: beg everyone to make more ratio stories or i'll do it myself (please tag me if you make some guys I will beg)

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Ratio knew what it was like to not be recognized for your efforts, in some sense.

For him, almost everyone in the universe had heard of his name and revered him for his genius intellect, but never the one he was most desperate for, the gaze of THEM. Of Nous. Almost all other pairs of eyes meant nothing to him, and as time passed he slowly gave up on the idea of being recognized by the Aeons.

A while after, he discovered the familiar feeling of desperation taking over his mind once again, to be recognized, to have the undivided attention… of you.

He met you through Aventurine, a chance encounter he was blessed with to now have you as an acquaintance, a friend of sorts. Your warm gaze meant far more to him than any Aeon’s ever would, for the way your eyes shone as you told him about your day and discussed the most menial details could invoke a spark in him even his sophisticated assortment of language skills couldn't describe in a century.

At this point, he couldn't even fathom how he functioned before meeting you.

He would listen to you for hours if he could, your voice so sweet in his ears compared to the idiots he always dealt with prior. Oftentimes Ratio finds himself playing his conversations with you in his head on repeat, to a worrying degree as his eyes traced over the same line on his complex book for the fourth time, unable to focus. With a groan, he set down his book on the soft sheets next to him, wishing you were there instead to greet him.

A glint of annoyance and something darker permeated his scarlet gaze as he recalled how you talked about Aventurine with such excitement a few hours before. Ratio’s eye twitched slightly in the silence of his room at midnight, only a small lamp for his reading that he couldn't even focus on.

He was pissed, quite frankly, and despite all of his 'unending' knowledge, he didn't know why.

Sure, you talked about Aventurine and meeting up with him all the time, so why only recently was it frustrating him? Perhaps it was the way you two seemed too close lately, even a brush of hands together would have him itching to rip Aventurine's arms away from your body and step in between you two as you walk. The fact that he and you met through Aventurine did tinge him with a little guilt when feeling like this, but he couldn't help it, he was hopeless when it came to you.

He didn't like to acknowledge the depths of his desperation, how you were right out of his grasp yet so close, and how he would do anything for you. He liked to deny this while in his own mind, shaking it off and labeling it something of a fool’s prospect.

Ratio knew this was wrong, the idea of you in his mind taking over, the thoughts of how he wanted to almost gouge out the eyes of any passerby who spared a glance at you for a second too long, how he wanted you to be his, for him to be able to hold you at the end of the night and listen to your soft whimpers as you called his name for hours, your honeyed voice hoarse in his ears as you begged for him-

he wasn't too proud of those last thoughts.

It was like withdrawal, he needed you in order to stay sane, or his usually composed mind went haywire. He can't pinpoint when this started, all he knows is that he might go insane if he doesn't have you.

Though not an Aeon by power or label, he still considered you to be a deity in his eyes, so you must be treated as such, and he found you way too forgiving and merciful to others, fearing they would take advantage of you. At this array of thoughts, he couldn't help but begin fashioning a plan in his head as to get you further away from Aventurine, which shouldn't be that hard.

All it takes is a little manipulation, a bit of miscommunication, you’ll vent all your little worries straight to him, and he'll be by your side to get you back on track.

To make you dependent on him, to make you need him as if he was the air you breathed. It would only be fair, seeing as you did this to him. You made him like this, and now he felt like he was suffocating.

This was the only way to protect you, the only way no one else would taint you.

He’ll see to it that your gaze remains on him and no one else, as nobody else deserves to be looked at by you, even if it means he must isolate you from all others. To get you to play into the palm of his hand…

Shouldn't be too challenging, he presumes.