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Okay so I was chatting with @maririna and we both talked about how Veritas Ratio would have a strict sleeping schedule and WILL scold his darling if they were to stay up late doing random or questionable things. 

“What did I tell you about how a proper sleeping time will nourish your body and mind? You really should fix your sleeping schedule or your body will deteriorate faster and you’ll finally become a true idiot.”

“You can work on that tomorrow. Where were you this whole day? You could’ve done it earlier rather than wasting your chance to rest properly at night.”

But at times he will also feel so intrigued at an unsolved formula to the point Ratio himself would forget his usual routine while he’s tinkering around his studio and messing around his blackboard trying to crack the code. The one time his darling can actually sleep on time, he’s right there groaning and scoffing at the task at hand.

Excuse my messy drawing, I was giggling a lot 😭

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.

I’ve seen so many people thinking Veritas would be a strict, overly demanding parent, but they forget this man is also a medical doctor and has absolutely studied childhood development and the way children learn. He's only unkind to adults who should know better; he knows children have certain limitations based on age.

I think he'd be delighted to watch his child fingerpaint or make a block tower, because he's literally watching his baby’s brain developing in real time as they experience the world.

Yes, he'd be inwardly bothered if his little one threw food, but he's intelligent enough to put the emotion to the side and understand that baby is just exhibiting the secondary circular reaction behavior pattern…. They're just throwing food to get a response from him.

Anyways, Veritas Ratio is Gordon Ramsay when it comes to children vs adults thank you for coming to my ted talk

Saw your "Veritas with a baby" idea, and. I feel like he'd be the kind of guy to avoid baby-talk. Like when the baby throws their bottle, he'd just pick it up and tell them that "Yes, the bottle still exists. It may have left your line of sight, but it is still there." It makes for a great way of getting a baby to sleep, especially when he lectures them on some complicated science stuff.

Ooooh, yes! I don’t think Veri is ever the “true baby talk” kind of guy, but he would know that using some characteristics of baby talk would help his child learn faster. So, I could see him speaking in complete sentences but slower and with more enunciation (especially when alone with baby).

I also think that around 16-18 weeks of pregnancy, when infants can first hear and respond to sounds, Veritas would suggest to his partner that they spend time reading to their child. It’s a tradition that he makes time for every single night, tucking his partner into bed and softly pulling them in close, caressing their stomach gently as he reads to the baby in the low light of their bedroom. Even if he has to be away on Intelligentsia guild business, he calls every single night to read to his family.

This only feeds into his uncanny ability to calm the baby once they're born. If Veritas’s partner has to be away and can't take baby with them, he baby wears while teaching and the child just snoozes away while their daddy explains quantum physics to his class.

Bonus: His baby inherits Veri’s eye color and “stare of death”, so when a student says something dumb they get two pairs of reddish-pink eyes glaring in their direction.

─ when annoyances turn to comprehension

dr. ratio's vexation in being friends with a fool in love.

note. gender neutral reader & inspired by @/genshinarchives. be warned that I have not yet caught up with the quest so they might be a little ooc but if it works it works. unedited.

dr. ratio's just about had it with you.

no, you weren't one of ailing students who couldn't comprehend his brilliant and meticulous lectures on things many couldn't decipher heads or tails of unless they've had his guidance. and even then, the amount of students who would reluctantly approach him after class is a number far greater than he'd like for there to be.

you were not a coworker either, getting on his last nerves just as he was about to retire for the night and soak up a long needed bath (aeon knows just how much he's depending on that just to make it through the next day) and asking him questions that make him ponder why they were even a teacher at all.

no, dr. ratio's never even met you.

however, from the stories he's heard about you from the insane gambler, he's had just about enough information to write an entire encyclopedia about every single detail in your life and over. things like your usual routine, what you like for breakfast, what snacks you pick up from the store and the adorable habits you seem to have when you're just sitting around breathing.

for once, the luminous genius finds himself cursing his ability to remember things down to the last detail and growing overly concerned over the fact his eyes might actually roll to the back of his head from doing it so many times. the number of migraines you induce on him when he doesn't even know what you look like is a figure he doesn't bother to keep count of anymore.

ratio swears that when he's in the presence of the blond there's a guarantee he's going to hear your name from his lips at least thrice. anything and everything can remind aventurine of you, apparently.

they could be talking about chalk or the most complicated mathematics to mankind and he'd still hear your name.

"... fools I tell you! I've given everything they need to solve such a simple problem and they still can't even begin to comprehend it! "

"speaking of problems, I wonder if [name]'s managed to find a way to get their computer fixed yet..." cue yet another eye roll.

by now he's sure that you and aventurine had to be dating, there's just no other explanation for his infatuation and his need to bring your presence everywhere with him. but when he found out that you two weren't, he was left momentarily stumped.

"tell me, should I go this shade of green or this purple? "

"I don't know why you're asking me such a question when you already have a lover to answer them for you."

"... we aren't dating, doctor."

"... what? "

ratio's never been more confused in his entire life than in that moment.

and when aventurine finally has the gal to introduce you to him, he finds that perhaps the information he has about you stored somewhere within in vast brain might come in handy after all.

ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ ꜝ ⨟ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: this is fun to think about

✧ a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

✎ wc: 3.3k

⎯ Aventurine

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, life’s too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You weren’t cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didn’t ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. “Awhhh, are you not happy to see me?”

He doesn’t give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You don’t get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. “I want a proper welcome home!” He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isn’t necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. He’s quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.

You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk ‘mh’, You are used to this reaction, and you don’t take it to heart. He tells you he’ll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him it’s alright and start to leave the room.

“I am sorry, my love,” He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.” He’s so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his student’s papers.

⎯ Boothill

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just can’t take it seriously. He’s always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.

Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and it’s quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.

Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. It’s the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.

⎯ Gallagher

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, he’s romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.

He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasn’t a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling ‘mmm’ as he does so, sharing no other words.

Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesn’t say much, whispering quiet ‘love yous’ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. He’s rarely ever clingy, he’s probably one of the most independent people you know. He’s only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isn’t exactly a far off thought…

⎯ Sunday

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, he’s the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. There’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.

Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away… somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. It’s not as if you two are doing something lewd, he’s nestled up against your chest, that’s about it. But, he’s been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadn’t got a moment alone with you.

“I missed you.” He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so… carefully. He needed this, but he didn’t want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.

⎯ Argenti

AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.

You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argenti’s armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.

“You’ve got it, I know you do.” Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.

⎯Sampo Koski

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but where’s the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his ‘sales’, splurge a little for you every now and then.

You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that you’ll have to remind him later that he’ll be cleaning it up.

For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that ‘it’s too much!’ he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, now…

⎯ Jing Yuan

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in one’s arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.

It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. He’s lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. It’s a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. It’s one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but it’s another to find home in someone’s arms.

He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft ‘hmph’, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You don’t react, which he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some good…

⎯ Blade

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.

He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elio’s script and whatever mission he’s been dispatched on. Yet, when he’s met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.

His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? He’s quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesn’t accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s a rare display, you can’t remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, he’s gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.

⎯ Luocha

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesn’t get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flames…

He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.

With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. He’s careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred ‘Luocha?’, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You don’t get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, he’d like to get settled back in, first.

⎯ Dan Heng

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesn’t exactly push you away, but his ‘time to think’ seems to overtake your guys’ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.

He wakes in the dead of night, his past life’s memories catching up to him once more. He doesn’t cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Heng’s sudden awakening.

His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You don’t even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

⎯ Gepard

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesn’t mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.

It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, he’d come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.

Tonight, however, he’s come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work… if he wasn’t the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why he’s home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.

⎯ Caelus

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesn’t take himself too seriously, even if there’s a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriously…? Not that he doesn’t love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesn’t get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.

He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.

“Our son.” He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him ‘our son needs a bath.’ And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son ‘dirty’, and “How could you say that to him!?” “He’s just a baby!”. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.

⎯ Welt

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. He’s vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.

He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.

He himself doesn’t know why he’s feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesn’t busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.

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“I had a dream where you cheated on me”

Characters: Aventurine, Dr Ratio

Warning/s: None, just fluff

aventurine was a light sleeper. he'd be fast awake most of the time from the lightest of touch and faintest of sounds, probably a habit built from his environment growing up. this mostly happens when he's not tired from too much work, otherwise, he'd be as stiff as a log drifting far off into dreamland

tonight, however, his eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes. from the way his eyelids still felt so heavy, he could tell it was still night and his eyes were begging for sleep

but when his eyesight adjusted to the dark, he slightly jumped when he saw your eyes staring right back at his from where you laid beside him on your shared bed

“sweetheart, you startled me.” he groaned, still groggy

you only muttered a hushed apology, closing your eyes as you snuggled your head back into the pillow. the way your eyebrows slightly furrowed and your lips curled downwards in a small frown, aventurine could tell something was wrong

his arm loosely wrapped around you, rubbing your back as he inquired, “is something wrong? had a nightmare?”

you were quiet, and you shook your head, “I had a dream… where you cheated on me…”

the idea sounded so silly to him he almost laughed, but he held back, seeing the way you took it seriously and how it actually made you feel down. instead, he scooted even closer to you, embracing you tightly as his hand continued to rub your back reassuringly

“it’s just a silly nightmare. why would i go looking for someone else when you're everything i could ever ask for?” he murmured, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head

he doesn't tell you it often, preferring to let his actions speak most of the time, but he truly does value you more than anything else. and you could feel it from the way he held you as if he was the one scared to lose you

the moment ratio’s reddish-pink eyes landed on you, he knew something was wrong. you didn't have the usual vigor you had when talking to him, nor were you as enthusiastic as you usually would when going about your daily routine

he knew something was weighing you down. he'd much rather see you smile and hear you laugh than have you frowning and sighing all day

his brain had come to a conclusion that your bad mood must have something to do with him because you didn't shower him with as much affection as you always do. he totally didn't arrive at that conclusion because he was expecting your kisses for the day and they didn't come, totally not…

so, he approached you and sat beside you, holding your chin and turning you to face him

“care to share what's bothering that pretty mind of yours?” he asked

hesitation flashed in your eyes, but knowing he can be relentless in wanting to know, you sighed and answered, “i just… i had a dream last night where you… cheated on me…”

the way he leaned back with his face twisted in a look of confusion and disbelief as if he couldn't comprehend what you were saying was actually funny

“pardon? you dreamt of what?” he asked again

but before you could echo your previous words, he spoke once more, “as if i would entertain such ludicrous behavior. i am a man of the highest standards and ethics.”

he pressed his forehead against yours, sincerity gleaming in his eyes as he continued, “and i have devoted myself entirely to you.”

MORE GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )

SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, it’s only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.

NOTES ! part one of girl talk (dan heng, caelus, sampo, jing yuan, and argenti). need hoyo to give the biggest girl’s girl they’ve ever created a bff asap. she deserves it after everything she’s been through 🫡 this goes out to that one anon. if you’re reading this, i added a bonus for you <3

TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains gepard landu, dr. ratio, aventurine, and boothill. possible spoilers for penacony quest in aventurine’s part, tried to keep it very vague and minimal. feelings are mutual on both ends.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . GEPARD LANDAU !

the biggest mistake you’ve made is telling march you have feelings for the captain of the silvermane guards. because now she’s made herself the conductor of the express, switching course to jarilo-vi, crash landing terribly, and running all the way to serval to ask if gepard has feelings for you. march always assumed there might have been some mutual pinning from gepard’s side. he probably thought he was the best at hiding his feelings, except it didn’t help that he constantly shielded you whenever you were at risk of being at harms way. which in her opinion means he’s willing to protect you no matter what. this trait was very important and she will not let you pass up on that opportunity. according to serval, gepard had already confessed to his sister how he felt towards you and was too shy to admit it. once she confirmed his mutual feelings, serval and march are on matchmaker duty.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . DR. RATIO !

march does think that ratio is mean and extremely talkative. she also believes him to be selfish. there’s already a negative perception of him in her mind. though, her opinion on him is only based off the first time the express met him. compared to you, she hasn’t gotten the chance to truly know him (not that she really wants to). so, march says her judgement is biased and null in this case. she hears a different side when you’re in her room, telling her all about him and how he’s incorporated you into his very busy schedule. and it’s proven to her whenever ratio boards the express for the sole purposes of visiting you. or he’s arriving at the space station around the same time the express gets there, despite having prior plans made. march is very suspicious how the two of you aren’t dating yet. actions speak louder than words and ratio’s actions make her very impressed.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . AVENTURINE !

march won’t lie, she has heavy mixed opinions for aventurine and still doubtful of him. it’s possible that the entire astral express would share these mixed opinions if you told one of them. on one hand, she’s grateful for all the help he aided with. had he not been there, you all would’ve never gotten into penacony. she’s surprised to hear you ran into him several times when you were exploring. it’s where you got to know him while he showed you around, taking you to all the best sight seeing locations. aventurine didn’t waste a second to express his interest in you. even after what happened with him before the final battle in penacony, he still showed that same interest. which is why march doesn’t know why you’re wasting time telling her about your feelings towards him when you should be admitting them to aventurine instead. her mixed opinions will still be present. once she gets to know him like you did, they’ll eventually fade and she’ll be less on the weary side.

BONUS !

dan heng’s thoughts on . . . BOOTHILL !

“oh.” is all he says. dan heng is not very vocal, so his expression and body language tell you all you need to know. in this case, a raised eyebrow and a skeptical look forming on his face. he’s not really interested in this type of talk and that’s one of the main reasons. still, as your closest friend, dan heng doesn’t want you to think that you and your feelings aren’t important to him. his quiet demeanor makes him more observant. watching you and boothill interact makes dan heng realize how truly oblivious you are. it’s clear as day that the interstellar cowboy is interested in you. unless he’s the only person who has caught on to the mutual feelings. but there’s no way especially with all the darlin’s and sweetheart’s boothill calls you. either way, in his opinion, you should be with who makes you happy and dan heng won’t stop you from that. will bluntly expose yours and boothill’s attraction if either of you take too long.

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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Ever wondered this?

Dr Ratio seems like the type of person to say ‘Are you sure about that?’ with a deep voice, smirks and says ‘Let’s see where this goes…’ then whispers into your ear ‘…Shall we~?’

Like omfg-🛐🛐🛐

It’s either him asserting dominance or you making him beg for mercy-

Good lawd-!!

🛐🛐🛐

A little Dr Ratio brainrot again my apologies-

A/n: he’s still my favourite character in HSR so I mainly write ramblings/brainrot of him😔🛐❤️

Be warned: a bit suggestive but is still entirely SFW, just read it alone for safety in case I went overboard hehehehhe-

-Dr Ratio who always acts tough but you two know damn well he’s soft on the inside :3

-only you get his gentle treatment when you two are alone, you’re his lover so he must let you deserve all of the best things in the world as he’s alongside you

-he would be on his knees for you, worshipping every bit of you (in more ways than one ahem- 👀)

-would be pouty and clingy when not able to see you while he’s working

-tease him about it and he’ll repeatedly deny it while clinging onto you lol

-he may not seem to have any weaknesses, but his only acceptable weakness is you, his beloved partner

-he would do anything to have you stay by his side, like a loyal puppy ahem🛐😅

-despite him being needy, you tend to want his attention whenever he focuses on his books too much

-definitely has sculptures of you posing or the both of you doing lovey dovey stuff hehe

-and has fantasies about you and him (you decide what they are ;D)

-every time he thinks about you, he has to control himself, otherwise he’ll be distracted from work due to de-stressing himself 👀👀👀

-even if you want his attention and affection by putting away the book in his hand and cuddle him instantly, he doesn’t mind as long as he can hold you close like this

-people may think he only cares about knowledge, you know that he still has a heart despite his cold and stern demeanour

-a heart that what makes him…himself, who would tend to your needs and make you comfortable with little to no issue

-his heart may be cold, it would melt at your presence

-and it’s only reserved for you💜

A/n: I have a lot on my mind but this turned out short so my apologies! Hope you enjoyed nonetheless!~❤️🫶🏻✨

@jojorice I think this needs to be shared- sharing is caring yall-!

Hey guys

Imagine being accepted by Nous and became one of the geniuses that Nous had approved. But due to working constantly, you start to become emotionless like Ruan Mei, no longer caring about your feelings, but you see Dr Ratio trying his hardest to earn Nous’ attention that makes you imagine him turning like you, so you warn him the consequences and reason why Nous hasn’t approved him yet.

But when he persisted he wants to continue, you could only imagine how it would change him as you keep on telling him. Subconsciously a few tears start to slip out and you’re confused what’s going on. You try to wipe your tears away but they just don’t stop. Your voice gets shaky ask him why aren’t they stopping…

He could only look at you in shock as he walks up to you and hugs you, attempting to calm you down. You slowly hug him back and sobs quietly on his shoulder, meekly telling him that it has been a long time since you had a hug…

@jojorice (bc why not?✨🤭)

doctor, doctor — veritas ratio

summary. you’re the worst person ever, distract him from his work, beat him at chess, and yet doctor ratio still can’t seem to hate your presence as much as he lets on.

notes. “nvuy please update your fics” NO.

my favourite person ever informed me that when owlbert lists all of ratio’s degrees, chemistry is not one of them, so i thought that was funny. but anyway i always lowkey forget ratio exists but then he appears in game and i go Good Lord and then go about my day. that man’s arms do something to me.

warnings. suggestive content, one intense make out session, you’re a freak LMAO, ratio thinks you’re a freak too, this is lowkey crack, i wrote this tipsy, gn reader but you do wear lipgloss.

“Hi, Doctor.”

Veritas’ fingers slid against the screen like nails on a chalkboard. A headache was already starting to form behind his eyes, and he squeezed them shut for a moment before he unwillingly opened them again.

“Yes. Good evening to you.”

Keep the pleasantries. Don’t yell. Don’t throw a punch. Don’t slam another book on anyone else’s head.

You sat down in the seat beside him with a purple soda can in your hand. “Whatcha doin’?”

Veritas cleared his throat. “I’m working.” He glanced up at the top of his screen. “And, judging by the time, you should be working as well.”

You weren’t even listening, choosing instead to pick up a stray notebook that he’d left on the desk. The page was filled with scribble and stupid math symbols—actually, that was not scribble. That was just his handwriting.

Gross. You grimaced at the page before you turned it. The next page, and the next, creased and scarred with harsh pen markings, looked undoubtedly the same.

“Work is for losers,” was all you remarked. You obnoxiously sipped at your drink.

Ratio scoffed. “How you even landed a position working for Madame Herta is beyond me. You are clearly a liability.”

You snorted. “I got hired because I’m sexy and smart.” You were picking at your nails, painted a deep purple like his hair. “You’re only here because Miss Asta needed help. After her problem is solved, you can go back to moping about how you don’t have a chemistry degree.”

You watched his jaw visibly tighten. His teeth gnashed together, and you swore you could hear them grinding behind his lips.

“It is a work in progress,” was all he said.

“Yap, yap.” You made a talking gesture with your hands. “I’m the professional here. That’s why Miss Asta made me lead chemist.”

Such a shame your ego overshadowed such a pretty face.

“What do you want?” he asked, trying to return to his notebook.

“I want to play chess.”

“I’m busy.”

You blew a raspberry. You punched him playfully in the shoulder. You almost hurt your knuckles bopping his bicep. “You’re just scared you’ll lose.”

His glanced up so quickly you swore you heard his neck crack. He raised an eyebrow in a challenging gesture, as if daring you to repeat yourself.

You only stared at him expectantly.

“One game,” he rushed out, face reddening in frustration. The look he gave you could’ve killed, but you knew him better than that. His strangely jacked physique wasn’t built to maim, and if he wanted to smack you with his tablet, he would’ve done so already. “And if I win, you will leave me alone.”

“Mmm, okay.” You shrugged. “And if I win, I get a kiss.” You tapped your cheek twice.

Veritas reeled back. Then, taken aback, he spluttered, “that’s all?”

You took another sip of your drink.

Then, you blinked. “Yep.”

Ratio, too, reciprocated, blinking wildly as if he hadn’t even processed what had come out of your mouth.

You grinned at him, eyes crinkling below your lashes as he eyed you down like he was viewing a sample through a microscope.

Then, he sighed. “Fine.” He tapped away on his screen. One of his floating gadgets projected a holographic chessboard onto his desk. “I suppose somebody has to dull that ego of yours.”

You leaned back in your seat and waved him off lightly. “You can go first.”

The chessboard flipped, and the white pieces faced him.

*ೃ༄

“Hey, does this thing have speech detection?” You leaned closer to the board. “Knight to B4.”

As expected, the small porcelain knight upon the board moved forward into its newly assigned position.

Ratio scoffed, clearly irritated. His fingers tapped idly against the desk. “You are so frustratingly lazy. It’s a miracle you get your work done, and such a shame it impedes your potential brilliance.”

You only made another talking motion with your hands. As he thought long and hard about his next move, you yawned. He took everything so seriously.

No wonder he was so jacked. He was constantly tense. It probably counted as a workout.

“You think I’m brilliant?” you asked with a smile.

“I think you have selective hearing.” Finally, he moved one of his pieces forward. “But, yes. Miss Asta speaks highly of you.”

“Aww. I’ll give her a smooch later.” That was a relief to hear, actually. Sometimes you worried if she’d boot you out of your position because of your tardiness. It was good that she still wanted you working in the station, despite lagging behind on reports and important meetings.

When you glanced up from the board after telling a pawn to move forward one space, Ratio’s eyes caught yours before he briskly looked down at the hologram once more.

Ratio was trying to read the board. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Just what are you doing?”

“Winning.”

“You are not winning.”

“Sure I am.” You leaned back in the seat once more. “Checkmate.”

Veritas’ eyes snapped up to gawp at you.

“Excuse me?”

“Checkmate,” you repeated. “I know I’m distracting. I have that effect on loser nerds with big egos.”

Veritas was staring at the board again. He was trying to piece together your previous moves, as the holographic board began to play in reverse. He was no cheat, no, never, and you didn’t expect him to do it as you were watching either, but it was clear as day.

He lost.

Your tongue carded along the rim of the soda can. “L-O-L.”

“This doesn’t even make sense,” Veritas mumbled, fingers rubbing circles into his temples. “You didn’t even have a plausible strategy.”

“Yeah, I did.” You placed a defensive hand over your heart. “You just don’t know it, because I have such a great poker face.”

“Chess doesn’t warrant a poker face.”

“Well, then, if you’re not willing to know my genius strategy–”

“No.” Veritas glared at you. “You will tell me.”

“Sure. I’m more worried about my reward, though.”

The look he gave you made you howl with laughter. It was a twist of his lips into something unsavoury as if he’d just swallowed a shot of vinegar. His brows knitted together and those unfairly long dark lashes casted a jagged shadow over his cheeks.

The chess board disappeared with a small noise and the screen returned to normal.

You leaned forward, batting your own lashes at him.

Veritas, after displaying a shaky grimace on his lips, met you halfway and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek.

You looked offended when he pulled back.

You whined. “What was that?”

“Your reward,” he argued.

“You just brushed your lips on me. Do you kiss everyone like that?” You were quite literally sulking, more so to get on his nerves.

It was working.

You swore you noticed a vein twinge on his temple. “I don’t just kiss anyone, thank you. Especially not over a game of chess.”

“You’re not getting my genius strategy, then.”

“Fine.”

This time, when his lips went for your cheek again, you turned your head.

Veritas let out an embarrassing noise that you’d never forget.

When he tried to pull away, clearly flustered and radiating so hot you were convinced he’d combust right there in his chair, you locked a hand in his hair.

Flustered for a moment, he then returned your enthusiasm ten fold, large hands curling around your waist and keeping the excited jittering of your legs still.

“Somebody will see,” he mumbled against your lips quietly.

To address his concerns, you dipped down lower in your seat behind the wall of his desk. Anyone that was watching would look away if they knew what was good for them.

Pulling away from his lips proved difficult. You caught the taste of his evening coffee, as well as the scent of cashmeran, and something that smelled faintly of chestnut and the smoky smell of a nice warm fireplace.

“You smell nice,” you whispered. Your voice was slightly hoarse. “What’re you wearing?”

The grin you had stretched on your face said it all.

Veritas snarled against your lips. “A physics degree.”

His lips hit your teeth when you grinned. “Can’t taste better than a chemistry degree.”

“You are horrible.”

Your hand crept along the waistband of his pants, feeling along the ribbons and the sleek expensive material. It was like cotton, but somehow even softer against your fingers, as if the thread count was bordering on six-hundred.

He reeled back when he finally processed the feeling of your fingertips slipping below his clothes. “Watch yourself.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” He made no effort to remove your hands, so a finger then hooked beneath the border of the hole over his chest. “Come ‘ere, Doctor.”

The light in your eyes was almost as intimidating as when you pressed your lips back into his, this time firmer, as if you were trying to mould your skin to his.

His skin was surprisingly warm for how cold he behaved. His scent was addicting. Freshly printed books and a warm winter’s night.

It tore a low and pleasant groan from your throat.

Surprisingly, he did not push away when your lips slipped from his mouth and traced the line of his jaw.

Instead, he sighed defeatedly and angled his jaw for you. You hummed, clearly content.

“Enjoying yourself?” he mused.

“Mhm.” You wondered whether he’d let you suck a bruise beneath his ear. “You’re soft. For a man.”

Veritas scoffed at that. He would insist that you were softer, but he instead bit his tongue. Of course he was soft. He took care of his skin, and he didn’t waste his life away drinking that filth you called soda.

He usually hated that artificial grape flavour, but he supposed the taste of your lips helped quell the awful amount of sugar still resting on your tongue.

He stiffened beneath you. He hadn’t even realised you had crawled into his lap. “Are you leaving marks?”

“Yep.” Your lips had dipped down to the base of his neck to stain the thin stretch of skin there.

“Oh, you–!” His eyes squeezed shut when your teeth carded along his jugular in warning.

The poor man looked two seconds away from a heart attack. His pupils almost turned to slits. He couldn’t tell whether he wanted to push you away or draw you closer. It was a mix of heat and blur that made his vision swirl with colour.

He felt unreasonably dizzy. He was grateful he was still sitting at his desk, for he was sure his knees would have given out beneath him otherwise.

Your lips pulled back for a moment. Sticky. He could smell a tinge of kiwi fruit from the gloss smeared over your lips. He was sure it was lathered all over his jaw like thick paste. The remaining hour of his shift would be a mix of rushing the rest of his report, and trying to scrub your makeup from his face.

Part of him wanted the stains to stay there, as unprofessional the thought was.

His silent brooding while your thighs warmed his were interrupted by approaching heels. Black kitten heels, to be exact, with a dark pinkish plum soles. He recognised her footsteps from miles away.

His heart stopped.

“Um… Doctor Ratio? I’m just receiving word that– oh my stars!”

Too late.

Veritas sprang from his seat, shoving you back into your own chair, much to your chagrin. Your hand fell from beneath the material of his shirt.

The damage had already been done, however.

Poor Lead Astronomer Asta stood frozen, face red, holding a clipboard with way too many pink highlighted paragraphs on the paper.

Veritas awkwardly cleared his throat, and tried to wipe the sticky gloss off his lips. “The report will be with you in an hour.”

Asta merely blinked at him. Her cheeks were brighter than her hair.

Her eyes then flitted towards you. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

You waved. “Hey, queen.”

Then, she nodded once in a greeting, squeaked an, “okay, thanks,” to the doctor and then rushed away, still hot in the face.

You could see the uneven rise and fall of Veritas’ chest. You were sure his heart was racing beneath his skin; yours was exactly the same, maybe arguably even quicker.

“Terrific.” Veritas turned his head to ridicule you. Scary for a dude with lipgloss smeared all over his face. “You’ve traumatised the poor girl.”

He heard you sigh. “I was just getting started.” You slouched in your chair, defeated. You checked your watch, noticing the giant seven tick over. “I’m hungry.”

“Eat, then. It’s dinner time.” He sat back down in his chair after he was sure he’d cleaned his face of your makeup.

“I was having dinner.” You finished the last of your soda and tapped at the can absentmindedly with your nails. “And was just getting to dessert.”

“You have an awful tongue.” He waved you off with his hands, fed up. “Now, shoo. I’m busy.”

“You’re so boring. What do you do for fun? Read?” He opened his mouth to answer, but you stopped him before he could embarrass himself even further. “Don’t answer that.”

Veritas rolled his eyes.

Instead, he chose to ignore you and pull the data back up onto his screen. His handwriting is still the most horrific thing you’ve ever seen, but it’s almost fascinating watching him write like that.

It’s just a line that only he can understand. Like his own nerd language.

You found it sort of hot.

Your eyes darted over to the bathroom door. “Hey, Doctor… What about–”

His eyes flared, and his grip on his pen grew tighter. He almost split a hole into the paper. "We are not having a rendezvous in the bathroom, nor will I be coming home with you.”

"Aww."

"But, for what's its worth, I commend your bravery in asking such a bizarre thing."

Ooh, praise. Lovely. "Eh." You clicked your tongue and leaned forward to kiss the side of his hair. “Worth a try.”

When you pull away, he does not look up, but his cheeks are tinged a lovely pink.

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

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.

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~

then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place n' have a drink or two.

dr. ratio x fem!reader

synopsis; you make veritas ratio so stupid. is he stupid enough to say 'i love you' when he just met you though? hopefully not.

part two! and then i go and spoil it all by sayin somthin stupid like....

fluff, ratio might be kinda ooc for him to fall for a love at first sight thing. but hes totally whipped for you, i tried 2 make it gen!neutral but "pretty person" just didnt sound right, inspired by frank sinatra's "something stupid."

veritas ratio is not stupid. he doesn't say stupid things, he doesn't think stupid thoughts. he'd say he hates the idea of it, if you were to ask him.

and of course a man with outstanding achievements in the fields of biology, medicine, natural theology, philosophy, mathematics, physics, and engineering wouldn’t stumble at the mere sight of a pretty girl, right? you’d think so, but here he was. mouth agape, clammy hands, and a racing heart. it’s stupid.

just cause a pretty girl happened to talk to him. though, to him, you weren't just a pretty girl. he almost thought he was hallucinating- he was about to check for signs of chemical abnormalities in his brain. it was awkward, actually, as he reached out to touch your steady hand to confirm you were real, but didn't have a game plan for what to do if you were (which you were. you are real. and you did stare at his cold fingers brushing against your knuckles.)

“are you alright, mr. ratio?” you say, a breathy chuckle escaping from your lips. you're sat across the table from him, your drink in your hand as you occasionally take sips from the chunky straw that protrudes from the cap.

all you wanted to do was approach a scholar you deeply admired, but it seems like you caught him at a bad time.

you look at him expectantly.

"um. hello?”

you consider standing up to leave, oh well, maybe you could try your luck with a letter to his assistant.

the sound of an awkward throat-clear is heard from across the table, “hi. i’m sorry, you just startled me. wha.. what do you need?” he says, straightforward and curtly. the way the tips of his ears are red and his voice cracks when he says ‘stArtled’ betray the cool demeanor he's trying to present.

“i recognized you from my booth. thought i had to take the opportunity to chat with such an esteemed man. i hope i'm not intruding too much.” you close your eyes as you take another sip, giving him a break from your intimidating gaze.

oh you, you flatter him. and you know it from the way he almost stumbles over his words and his hands get shakier as he realizes he hasn't moved them far enough away from yours to be normal.

he tries to find something, anything to say. anything to say to keep the conversation going, to flaunt his academic prowess that you approached him for, to keep you here with him, but he seems to have lost it all when you sat down.

“my apologies, i'll leave you be, then.” you say with a smirk. placing your napkin that had been resting in your lap onto the table and grabbing your drink, you give him a curt goodbye and walk out of the café.

well fuck.

he blew it. a girl so pretty he was convinced he was hallucinating her just sat by him and tried to talk to him and he blew it. he thinks about what topic he could pour himself into to distract from, what he over exaggerates to be, the biggest mistake of his life. and then his smartass brain turns back on.

he sees the neatly folded napkin you left behind, with curly red ink and blotches protruding behind the elegant folds. he grabs it and carefully unfolds it,

i was about to be late to my meeting. but i wouldn't want to miss a chance to speak with my favorite scholar.

lets link up ###-###-####

he’s quite happy he didn’t speak his mind when he first met you. you make him so stupid. almost stupid enough to blurt out ‘i'm totally in love with you’ when he just met you. he’ll be sure to set some hours aside in the evening to plan what he’ll say to you next time.