Silly lil writings :3

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CW: Acid burns, semi graphic depictions of injuries, possibly ooc behaviour, the 30 minutes i spent researching acid burns and how to treat them and shit rendering this probably inaccurate =D

If you, or someone you know ever comes into contact with fluoroantimonic acid or any acid at all really, seek medical attention asap and don't rely on the info from this oneshot!!

Though I did learn flushing your burns with water for some time is usually a good course of action, please do your own research tho

And if we're talking normal burns, fire burns, use warm water and not ice cold water

anyways, men crying yayy :3

Acid burns, it's common knowledge. So he would find ways to handle it safely. With utmost care. Then use it to create a weapon so powerful and glorious, the world wouldn't catch up with his thought process, ever. Ratio would transcend these idiots, become part of those who stay in their ivory towers and look down at the common folk. But he'd look down at them with a smile, and lend them a hand to help them up to his level.

Yet it never works out, the world forever turning it's back on him and Nous' absolutely refusing to look his way. Whatever he did, it wasn't enough. Never enough. Not spreading knowledge, not the anti-planetary weapon, not the ridiculously long list of his other achievements, they all weren't up to the standards of this hyperintelligent machine that became an Aeon which he so eagerly followed. 

But Ratio didn't want to give up.

So desperate he even enlisted you on stand by, to bring him tools and materials as well as provide medical assistance if required. He was willing to go into harm's way. 

And whilst you were incredibly worried, you knew better than to challenge your boyfriend's temper and risk getting chalked right in the face. You weren't spared from Ratio's highfalutin attitude. Infact, he was more or less taking his frustrations out on you at every small mistake.

But pay is pay, so you weren't complaining.

"Where is the vial." Ratio tapped on the black marble countertop, signalising his waning patience. He had prepared two vials made from teflon by the IPC, each containing a different liquid. One water, one acid. Fluoroantimonic acid, which reacts explosively to water. And that made this deadly combination perfect for building a weapon.

Why was he building another weapon if the previous one didn't work? There was no profound reason, he just recently acquired this acid from a mission on a corroded planet, and Ratio had no idea what to do with it.

So why not base his experiment on it? With his care, nothing will go wrong. 

Though you had to inform him otherwise, at some point he started getting careless, absorbed in the idea of finishing this so he can try again and again. "Doctor, I don't think we can use that one. We should get rid of it before the container melts or at least cool it. You've placed it on one of the highly heated counters.." 

"Nonesense, you don't get fluoroantimonic acid serendipitously at some hour of the day! It's a highly corrosive substance that can be fatal and is thereby hard to come by." His thread of patience snapped at your concern, you dare doubt him??

You shrink in your spot, eyeing the vial across the room. You knew that if you weren't gonna bring it to him, he'll get it himself. You know how dangerous that would be, Ratio likely did too. But for his god, he always played a fool.

He'll do anything if it means Nous' will gaze on him for just a second, he'll try over and over. Not that this is the most lethal thing he's done anyway. There have been worse plights for the scholar.

"I'm serious, we really shouldn't use that, neutralize it instead. Please, you cannot disregard safety regulations like this." You acknowledged curtly, watching as Ratio promptly tuned out your cautions and went over to the vial.

Dread pooled within your stomach and at the ends of your limbs, slowing down your movement as fear flashed in your eyes. He really picked it up regardless. Sure, the gloves the both of you are wearing may be completely heat resistant, but you know they'd vanish the moment the acid would come into contact with them.

"Veritas, it's melting—"

Even teflon has it's weaknesses, such as the high temperatures provided by some of the lab setup. The small vial gave way, colourless liquid dripping onto his hand. And then it burned.

Ratio's first instinct was to freeze, registering the agony, his second was to chuck the gradually disintegrating phial into a chemical hyperresistant bin specially prepared for this outcome. His pride refused to let him even utter a word, preoccupied holding back tears from the sheer pain.

The skin on his hand was doing the same thing as the acid's container, melting.

You rushed over as the dread turned into panic, pushing Ratio along to the sink to flush out the wound. At the beginning of this day, your every fiber trusted in that he would not do something like this.

But he can get so careless with his endeavors, you should've known better. 

You turned on the faucet with cold water as he angled his hand in a way that it could flow down freely, raw blistering skin coming into view. 

It was not pleasant to look at, to say the least. You supress the urge to glare at him and say something along the lines of 'I told you so', boosting your ego with his misery can really wait. Because you've never seen Ratio cry, but there are only so many tears you can hold back when your hand is suffering the effects of a goddamn superacid.

He squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. 

You glanced away as well, turning your attention back to the issue at hand. You reach for a pair of PTFE coated tweezers, prying the remains of the glove from Ratio's hand and discarding of them. He let out an almost pathetic sob he was trying his hardest to contain. 

It hurt so much, the burning feeling was consuming every part of him. Ratio's hand twitched and he hissed out a breath. You dropped the tool to press the button for emergencies, alerting the on site medical team. But knowing the IPC slackers, they'd take at least another ten to twenty minutes to get here. At least it wasn't fatal, you sighed with relief.

But concern still clung to you, seeing the thick tears trailing down his cheeks as he stared at his hand underneath the running water. You wanted to say something, but you weren't quite sure what.

"The medical team should be here soon," You started, taking on a soothing tone as you spoke. You hoped those words would at least somehow provide solace.

Ratio scoffed, the sound was a bit choked from the lump in his throat. "Great, more people to witness me in this utterly humiliating state. They take years to arrive too, we both know it." Despite said 'humiliating state', he still rocked his same arrogant tone. 

That brought a small smile from you, you hugged your arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his upper arm. His demeanour softened almost immediatly as he looked down at you. 

"They'll forget about it, too busy with their own lives." You stated and leaned your forehead against him, watching the water as it flowed from the tap.

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I mighttt review this tmr and edit spelling mistakes and maybe even add onto it or smth but my ass is gonna go eep now, its 3 am 😰

I have an Alhaitham one shot in the works btw and its WAYY different from this one, i dont just write angst promise!!