#ror Marie

[lotusmybelovednsfw]

Hehehe ..

Scenario!!

You watched Nikola and Issac take a nap, you stared at their chests. Curious about who has a bigger chest, Thomas and Marie looked at you, confused.

You muttered: "In the name of Science."

You approached them, and touched their chest, feeling their breathing...oh wow....

They both have toned chests.

Nikola and Issac woke up, and Thomas was laughing. "Holy shit! I'd never think that you'd do that!" Marie giggled, the awakened Scientists were confused.

You blushed, and Thomas teased you.

"What in the name of Science are you gonna do next? Measure their Dicks-" "Maybe I will!" You yelled, becoming even more embarrassed.

Honorary mention: @average-lovejoy-listener !!

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hey there, so about that old post you made about wizard reader and Tesla hcs, it actually gave an idea of a request if it seens interesting enough to write it. So, in middle age people also thought scientists were wizards and witches (especially if they tried explain certain phenomenous like the earth shape and rotation around the sun wich physics now explain, or the origin of live that biology studies till this day). Then i can see a reader who tried proceed with their studies in those times while alive but ended up facing a bit of a cruel fate for such "heresy", but in a twist of events they were brought to Valhalla just like the future scientists in our history including Tesla. So in this kind of scenario considering they were more from a physics field, but still found time in their live to know a few other areas such as chemestry (wich they would probably know as alchemy instead) and biology, would you have any headcannons for them envolving Nikola, Marie Curie if you write for her and maybe Beelzebub? Considering how good is your writting i can only imagine how amazing this would turn out to be.

Scientist!Reader

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Tesla, Marie, Beelzebub ]

[ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

Oh my dear!! I didn't know my writing was sooo good 🥺🥺 I hope you like this and don't dissapoint you ><

I didn't know if you wanted romantic or platonic so i tried to keep it neutral

From now on i declared me a simp fan of Marie Curie

Nikola Tesla

Tesla is a man that had dedicate all his life to his studies, wanting nothing more than share all his knowledge to the world, so if he has the opportunity to meet another scientist he won't even think twice, not matter if you work on another field of science

It doesn't matter too much if you two meet by casuality or that you approached him, he is just happy to talk to you. Also, for him it isn't really a bad thing if you just hang out once, just being able to talk to you and know more about you work just like he share his own with you makes him happy, but if you want to keep contact and even become friends he gets excited

Although, once you two become friends expect for him too be more interested on your work and him to talk about his own, he is always so excited to know about your work as much as he loves sharing his own. Besides, if you work on another field he will be asking you a lot of things about it, he is always excited to learn new things and having a specialist who can teach him just making so ecstatic that he can't help

Most of the time you two always talk with letters or even hanging out together, he doesn't have problem for one or another and is always excited when he gets yours news

Tesla had never liked when people call him a wizard or what he does is magic, all his efforts are motivated for his love for science and the memory of his brother (that he holds close to his heart) so when people say that is magic he take it as a personal offence, and he will complain a lot about when talking to you (specially when just happen), you could try to calm him down but it won't work so is better if you just hear him rant about how is science and not magic, however if it bothers you too then will be the two of you complaining and aggresibly talking about all your own studies

Tesla end up having a pretty long life and even when he had some troubles he is pretty satisfied of it, however it wasn't the same for you since you had died some time ago, either victim of others or from your own experiments, that will afect him but won't really stop from his work, prefering to keep your memory as a motivation to continue with his work (just like he did with his brother)

Once he wake up in the Valhalla he just take a moment to apreciate everything before starting to investigate his surroundings and planing to continue with his work. Finding him again would be just as when you two first met, meeting by accident or you approaching to him, in either case he will be ecstatic not giving you even time to finish whatever you were saying before hugging you tightly (may even hold you and spin around out of excitment)

Just as always he will ask you non-stop different things, about what you have done all this time and about this place as well as telling you everything it happened after your dead, and is until he is finally done with knowing anything and everything it happened when he start thinking on resume his work

If you had already started working again in the Valhalla he ask you about your improvement and ask to see your place of work, if you hadn't is not really a trouble because he is planning to do so and, of course, he invite you to work with him, together once again

Marie Curie

Since Marie was a toddler her parents had always instilled in her the importance of the studies, and she just end loving studing and learning all she can

Even when Marie loved studing and investigation just for being a woman the world were making things difficult for her, still she just never give up and always found a way to get away with it, so she will never overlook the opportunity to meet another scientist

Even when she doesn't give importance in the gender the time where you two live do it, that is why at first she just act polite when talking to you, however for the love you two hold for science will make it easy for her to warm up with you and start to be friendly

If you two don't work on the same field of science she will take this opportunity to know more about that field, at first will be a little shy to ask about it and just ask some things when you start talking about it, but the more time you two pass together the more confidence she gets so at one point she will ask you more. On the other hand if you work in the same field of science is not a problem to her, taking the opportunity to talk a lot about it with you and your ideas (and this time without being too shy at first)

She is always happy to recive news about you, and even when she loves knowing about your work and ideas she is always up to talk about other things. Also, when she start to open up more with you she start to complain about how society is so unfair whit woman, leaving them with almost no option just for their gender

Marie is always curious and searching for more knowledge, so she is always excited to know more about your work, at first she is just happy to hear what you like to share, but the more time you two pass together the more she start to ask you for details about it and about your improvements, just like she does too, at first just share her work in a pretty superficial way but as you two get closer she trust you more with her work and give you details

Also, when you two get a closer relasionship and you win her fully trust is when she start telling you about her investigation with radioactivity, since is a pioneering research she prefer to talk about it in person with you so she can express her ideas and hypothesis better (along with introduce you to Pierre since they are working together)

Marie end up dying due to high exposure to radioactive materials so we can tell that she died by her own investigation, however she didn't regret it since she enjoyed all her life doing what she loved. If you encounter a similar fate before her she will be really affected for losing you, she had grow to care a lot for you and it would take her some time to continue, but she is completly sure that you were happy for the life you had so she decide to continue with her work with the memory of you close to her heart

When she wake up in the Valhalla she was really surprised, it took her a long time to realice what is happening because she is taking a lot of time to appreciate her surroundings, a little nervous to move from where she is because she doesn't even know where she is, but brave as always she brush off her worries and start looking around

When you two meet again she will be shocked, recognizing you in an instant and still freezing on the spot, it doesn't matter if you were the one who approached to her or her finding you she still freeze, slowly reacting by calling softly your name before running to hug you in a emotional and thighly hug

Without being able to calm down she separate from the hug minutes after and looking to all over you she asks you what you were doing there, passing hours that felt like a single moment talking about everything that happened after your dead and the place you were in

Marie doesn't think on continue with her work imediatly, so if it isn't your idea she will be the one who brings it up after enjoying the peace and beauty of the Valhalla and your company a little longer

Beelzebub

Beelzebub has never been really interested in others, not humans nor gods, and since everyone just avoid him and even hate him he just doesn't see why even try to approach to anyone

He could be consider an scientist for the work he taked after meeting Hades, but still he is mainly focused on create someone stronge enough to kill him

That is why, for you to meet it has to be totally by your hand, maybe on day you are lucky enough and meet him, either casually or intentionally, or maybe you get into troubles (while trying to investigate something) and you end up meeting him, either way he doesn't really care about you (although if you were causing problems he may give you a warning)

Even when he can be consider a scientist he isn't interested in other's work either, so you have to be stubborn and insist, probably by hearing the rumors about his work you end up interested, still he find your insistence annoying

It could get the point that either you manage to sneak in his laboratory and he, tired of it, just let you be or that, again tired of you insistence he let you see what he is working on with the condition that you leave him alone, although once he let you in you weren't planning to leave

He finds you pretty annoying at first and may even threaten you if you don't leave him alone, but as time pass and you still insist on being with him and seeing his work he just give up and let you stay (he isn't going to accept it, but your interest on him and the admiration you have for his work flustered him)

He won't really talk much with you, essentially just answer whatever questions and curiosity you have for what he does, if you give him suggestion he most of the time just hum or ignore you, but in reallity he hear what you say and even really consider some of them

He doesn't ask you about your personal life or about when you were alive but if you want to talk about it he won't stop you, again it seems like he doesn't pay attention to you but he actually does and end up pretty interesed on your previous life and what you investigate back then, he even mentally make a comparation between your human life and the gods culture and knowledge (not to judge, he just find it curious)

He really didn't expected that back then people accuse you of been a wizard/witch or say that what you did was magic, it surprise him but at the same time he doesn't find it strange, what surprise him the most is that even existed a threat against scientists for the heresy (humans could be as cruel as gods, huh?), that is when he gets more interesed

He doesn't express it but he likes to have you around and end up really liking hearing your stories and ideas, and, even when he never let the two of you get a close relasionship, he had made clear that you are free to come over his study whenever you want if it help you continue with your investigation

[perplexedhare]

RoR's authors : Carefully exclude any women from the roster and reduce goddesses to special move names

Some intellectual : "Fine, I'll do it myself."

[twinklemylittlestar]

By now a switch has formed in my head. As soon as someone mentions the word ''future'', that switch turns on and I start thinking about Nikola Tesla and the science crew.

[riseofamoonycake]

May we ask for a lactation part 2 with, maybe Buddha, shiva or Rudra? Or whoever you prefer? 🫣🫣

And the second part of the lactation kink is here!!! Here is the first part.

I enjoyed the writing a lot, so thank you! 

Guest gods (and humans!): Buddha, Rudra, Shiva, Loki, Marie Curie, Alfred Nobel, Isaac Newton 

Warnings: mention of sex, kink (lactation kink), dirty talking, nudity, abuses (not from the Ror characters or the reader!)

Notes: the reader is female or AFAB

🍭Buddha

The perfume that invades the kitchen is the best start to the day that anyone could wish for. Cinnamon, vanilla and a slight hint of jasmine, coming from the vase of flowers on the table behind you, pleasantly intertwine in the air and soak your hair, together with the flour that dyes the ends of it. Even your face is covered in white powder, because when you cook you don’t set yourself any limits; and it is always worth it, even when the room looks like a battlefield complete with dead milk cartons and leftover dough scattered around as a warning. The oven works at full capacity, swallowing and giving biscuits and cakes, and the tune you hum keeps it company in the absolute peace of the early morning; at least until, during the preparation of another sweet, a shadow crosses the door and begins to slip through the chaos that reigns supreme, approaching your figure without making any noise.

It is too late to escape him: when his hands tighten around your waist and the mouth kisses your earlobe, you are already his. «Buddha!», you scream, jumping in surprise and grabbing his fingers with yours, smearing them with flour, «but why do you always have to come up behind me?»

As a first response he explodes in a silvery laugh, then rubs his chin against your head and closes his eyes, basking in the heat that rises from you. «You’re always with your head in the clouds, I have to take advantage of it! Try to understand me!»

«As always, you want to be right… and no, no! It’s not the time, go away!» Suddenly frowning, you lightly slap the god’s hands already outstretched to slip into the bowl of dough and then you grab this and lift it, trying to bring it as far as possible from Buddha’s reach.

In response, he huffs and makes an exasperated noise, then pulls away from you and puts his hands on his hips. His height and strength would allow him to get right over you and get what he wants in a second, and yet he doesn’t. Something doesn’t add up… «What an injustice! At least let me taste if it’s good!»

«It is, it is, don’t underestimate my talents! And look over your shoulder, you have an army of sweets waiting for you, why do you have to pester me?»

«But they’re still hot! They would burn my hands!»

You roll your eyes in exasperation and turn away from him, leaning over the bowl to protect it from further attacks. «Make sure you don’t play tricks…», you warn him, «or… Buddha.»

Again, his hands pass by your hips; this time, however, instead of looking for the dough, they land on your belly, massage it gently and then go up following the curve of your breasts, swollen with milk. Here his fingers stop and, without you being able to do anything about it, they begin to squeeze and press, prompting you to arch your back and lean against his chest, a moan already in your throat. Buddha seems to forget all about the sweet you are making, turns you and lifts you up to sit on the table, shifting bowls and molds with his elbows and grabbing you under your knees to spread your legs, then slipping between them as his gaze seeks yours and a lascivious grin rises across his face; you, on the other hand, are quick to get rid of your apron and chase his fingers, competing to see who is the first to unbutton your shirt and bare your chest.

«Here’s what you’re really hungry for…», you murmur between smiles as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting Buddha pull you closer to him and to his intimacy already erect and pulsating through the clothes’ fabric, take your wrists to keep you still and in the meantime start kissing both your breasts, lingering on the nipple and the areola, lightly stimulating them with the fangs and sucking, filling himself with milk so much that some of it drips from the corners of the mouth.

Between shivering, spasms of pleasure and long sighs, something tells you that you will have to wait a long time before you can finish your work, but who knows why, you won’t be so sorry.

🌪️🐅Rudra + Shiva

Though centuries have passed since it first felt that touch, your skin can’t help but become clay, soft matter, under Rudra’s gentle hands. It longs for the rough fingers full of stories and wanderings, drinks all the heat and rubs against a body capable of giving the most intense pleasure as much as the protection it most seeks, trusts and abandons itself completely. Nothing bad will ever come to you from the God of Storms, on the contrary: the little sleeping creature that he is now holding in his arms, without letting even one of them free, is yet another proof that only joy and good can come from him, that you are at safe and loved; and you can’t help but smile as you look before you, at your son resting against his father’s chest, your eyes moving continuously from the little one’s face to Rudra’s rapt and moved expression, as happy as you are ― and perhaps even more ― for the sweet gift of your belly.

«Sooner or later he’ll let me cradle the baby, huh.»

Shiva’s voice enters your mind like a light breath, so you turn towards the God of Destruction placidly and comfortably lying on the cushions placed a short distance from you and Rudra, his gaze fixed on the child and the expression slightly frowning; your smile turns into a grin, you rarely miss a chance to tease him about anything. «Are we jealous, Lord Shiva?», you sing him softly, lifting yourself on your elbows and emerging from the blankets you are lying on, reaching out to stroke the newborn’s head and cheeks, «You don’t want to take him away from us, do you?»

«Don’t worry, Y/N, he just has to try», Rudra replies without even moving his gaze, starting to gently cradle the baby and continuously kissing his forehead.

«He’s already jealous…», Shiva sighs, turning on his side and supporting the head with one hand, while crossing the others on the chest and placing one on the hip, «when Ganesha was born I was not so tyrannical, and I’m not even now!»

«Yes, we all stole him from you!», you reply in a honeyed voice, «it was so nice to hear you protest because we never let you have him.«»

«Here, so now I should do the same thing!»

You shake your head and don’t stop smiling, then you reach out more towards Rudra and put your nose into your baby’s chest, rubbing it slowly; without ceasing to sleep, he reaches out a little hand towards your face and softly touches it, and you close your eyes, your heart completely conquered. A sudden humidity invades your chest and slowly descends towards your belly in small shivers, you know what it is; and when you withdraw and lean back on the blankets, you stare without alarm at the wet bodice of your dress, with the two patches on your breasts becoming larger and larger. You are not embarrassed by the presence of Shiva: more than once he has seen you breastfeeding the puppies and orphans who have come to you to be fed, and as a mother goddess you are, you have never been ashamed of such a natural and sweet act, even if done in front of people who are not your husband. Now that you have a baby of your own, it is normal for your breasts to ooze milk all the time, at the mere sight of him; so everything is as it should be. «Now I will feed him», you murmur softly to Rudra, looking up at his face, «then you can cuddle him aga― are you listening to me?»

No, he is not doing it: because the god’s gaze is fixed on your now damp corset, his pupils enlarged and the breath cut off; next to you, Shiva also breathes more silently, but you can feel the heat of his skin increase and he slowly approaches, to better observe what is happening. Great, you think as a subtle and involuntary blush crims your cheeks, just in a moment like this you had to excite both of them; and now?

Now Rudra takes care of it, who moves and reaches Shiva; he stretches out all four arms, takes your son and hugs him as if he were worth his life, grinning triumphantly as the God of Storms turns full on you, towering over you with his full height as he approaches and stares at you with the most excited expression you have ever seen on him. «Shiva, please take care of our son and leave us alone. And for a long time», he murmurs; and at those words your blush becomes deep, violent and intense, and in an instinctive movement you rub your thighs against each other, knowing full well what is to come.

«Well, what can I say… have fun! And try not to dry her, remember that your child needs milk too… and me too.» The God of Destruction flees before Rudra can reply by a syllable, but he doesn’t even look at him: his attention is all on you, on your wide and waiting eyes, your rapid breathing and your body that is already quivering and shaking as soon as the god kneels in front of you and reaches out towards your face, stroking your cheek gently with a hand while the others are already tight around your clothes and are slowly lowering them, uncovering you. «Abandon yourself to me», your husband murmurs in your ear, while his fingers caress your hips and run from your chest to your belly, prompting you to lie down completely on the blankets and let him climb on you, then wedge him between your legs one once he has slipped into it, «relax and leave everything to me.»

You can do nothing but obey, because that is what you want; you close your eyes and throw your head back, wrap your arms around Rudra and dig your nails into his shoulders, and sigh loudly. «Go on then, your queen is waiting.»

You don’t need to see to know that he smiled, then grinned slightly: the pressure on your hips increases and his mouth imprisons your breasts in a thrilling dance, and you become his. 

Completely his.

🐍Loki

Only the wind and the early sun play with your hair: you feel it even now, still immersed in dreams, at the foot of the oak that watches over the whole forest. Only someone quite crazy and desperate like you could choose to spend the night here, in the heart of a place that everyone knows is sacred to the gods; but if it is them you need to fear, and not men, then you are ready to face the terror reserved only for blasphemers. Humans have scared you enough.

The nature around you is wild, but it loves you: the thousand eyes of the birches watch your every breath, the way your belly rises and falls as you dream of running along beaches as black as melted obsidian, the smile that folds his arms before images of such freedom; yet, rather than waiting for the moment of your awakening to condemn you, they seem to watch over you. Wildflowers and mushrooms of all kinds grow all around you, the river nearby flows intense and vibrant; the light, on the other hand, now struggles to penetrate, it almost seems that the trees are thickening their foliage to deny it access and protect the darkness of the place.

On the other hand, the sun shines brightly on your dream journey: those you see are memories, eternal middays and very long afternoons, expanses of low vegetation, mountains that pierced the sky, and your joy as a child. It is not easy to be born free and have everything without possessing anything, and grow up to find yourself surrounded by golden and silver, yet be deprived of love, warmth and care, captive and despised. This is why the forest has welcomed you: however dangerous the badgers are on your way, hungry the beasts that are smelling your scent and are gathering to reach you, red the berries that would kill you in not even an instant, you are not afraid of them.

Suddenly, however, it is the forest that trembles for you: someone has just entered it, definitively driving away the sun and bringing a thinner darkness with them, converging the eyes of the birches towards their figure as they follow your path step by step. The beasts give up approaching, flee to look for other prey: someone bigger than them has preceded them and is following your tracks, even if they wouldn’t need to, they already know where you are. It is the amusement he anticipates and the curiosity that move his feet, and the threat he is about to bring upon you, that you curl up on the ground as if feeling the approaching storm, but without ceasing to sleep.

«Ah! Found youuuu. Look at this sweet, filthy girl…»

Loki’s grin is terrible as he approaches your body abandoned to sleep and stares at you: it is the only illuminated part of his face, because his gaze is wrapped in the violet shadows of a cruel complacency and the spiteful desire to see your confusion, your panic, upon waking. Did you think you’d escape his attention, favored by midnight, when you entered the forest where only he can enter? And still do you really think you can take refuge forever in your sleep, in your happy visions, now that he towers over you, climbs on you and crouches on your lap, and you can’t escape anywhere? «Big mistake: you could have chosen any place for your outings, but you desired the ruin as a blanket. Wake up, woman, and accept the consequences of your actions.»

There is no sweetness in the tug the god gives your arms nor in the expression with which he devours every flicker on your face; but there is some in the touch with which, in response to the solicitations, your fingers tighten around his wrists and block him in surprise. What are you doing? «Finally, some warmth on my skin…», you murmur with your eyes tightly closed, slightly arching your belly towards him, tilting your head to one side and sighing as you smile, «are you the sun, unknown man?»

Loki widens the eyes and retracts the hands with a jerk, depriving you of his warmth; he jumps back and continues to stare at you, eyes flashing and a dark aura emanating from him, teeth grinding in a menacing snarl. Who are you to act like that, even daring to touch him? How dare you, cursed human? Quickly, fueled by your peaceful expression, his deep irritation begins to turn into pure anger; and when he approaches you again, you really should fear.

For a second time, the Father of Lies stops, shocked and dazed; and his hands fall to the sides as the eyes can only lock onto your chest. Underneath the heavy cloak that covers your arms peeks out the bodice of what looks like a nightgown; and this is wet at the level of the breasts, overwhelmingly visible through the thin cloth made transparent by the liquid that drenches them, with the turgid nipples that press against them and the dark areola that most of all invites kisses and caresses. The sight of them and of the continuous flow of milk, which even runs down your side and escapes the restrictions of the fabric to fall on the grass, upsets him and dries his throat, preventing him both from proceeding with the punishment he wanted to give you and from to leave; his tongue hisses as his violet eyes fill with your pure maternal beauty, with the little tremors that go through you as you finally start to leave sleep and your body prepares to wake up, with your voice humming sweet words, perhaps a lullaby that it is not for you, and neither is it for him.

Loki says nothing as he disappears into the shadows of the badgers, a flash of green and purple signaling where he is hidden, and from there he watches what is happening; hands clenched into fists, eyes narrowed, he glares at you as you rouse yourself, sit up and stretch slightly, then shiver in the morning air and wrap yourself completely in your cloak. What did you do to him? Now only the vision of your innocent figure dances in front of him, while the nostrils are filled with the smell of milk and his fingers wonder if they shouldn’t stop more on your arms, and his hands hold back between yours.

You’ll pay for that too, Loki thinks as he begins to retreat and vanish like a ghost before the fire, interrupting the hunting ― but only momentarily, and you’ll give me all the answers I want. Wait for me, you don’t even imagine what you started, human… nor what will follow.

🔬Marie Curie + Alfred Nobel + Isaac Newton

«Nobel! Go away from there, move! Look out, we’re going to catch fire soon!»

«Strange case, he’s always the one who risks blowing up everything…»

«And you, Newton, what are you doing with those knives? Mon Dieu, as you embarrass me, no one else...»

«CURIE! CURIE, LOOK WHERE YOU’RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, THE STOVE IS ON!»

Smiling, you look up from another notebook that you are filling with all sorts of notes and the next instant you put your pen near to it; you rub your neck while listening to the three scientists discussing everything as usual, then you shake your head and sigh of resignation, but more of tenderness. When you decided to write a book about three of the Earth’s top scientists and, after finding them, you brought them together in your house to follow them day and night and make your work easier, you didn’t think you’d have so little time for yourself and concentration equal to zero; but neither that there would be a lot of laughs, unforgettable moments, and a million things to learn. You are an excellent writer, serious and prepared, and you are putting all of yourself into following their words as much as possible while they explain experiments and discoveries to you; it is not always easy, but you are learning, and all three of them are always kind, patient and helpful towards you.

And genuinely adorable, and lovable.

Marie Curie is a tornado of enthusiasm: you are enchanted by watching her excited face as she tells you about her life, you stare at her as if in a dream as she whirls around and runs from one side of the room to the other, all taken up with the conversation and from the demonstration of what she has accomplished, and the hours fly by without being able to stop as she sits next to you and helps you to transcribe her work as correctly as possible.

Alfred Nobel instead has one of the most beautiful smiles you will ever see, especially when he looks at his colleagues and tries to appease them like a father, and he never fails to caress you gently with his big warm hands. He is strong, he is huge, yet so delicate and respectful when he bends over your notes and makes sure not to take up space for you, and then explains what can be improved or showers you with praise if everything flows perfectly: he pampers you like no one before, and you can’t help but blush every time, it is stronger than you.

Isaac Newton, on the other hand, loves the outdoors: being hosted in a house with a huge garden allows him to go out at any time and observe the world, and you too, with your ever-present notebook. His quiet and peaceful voice guides you firmly wherever he wants, with him at your side the hand never stops but is always intent on jotting down something, even if they were simple impressions: sometimes his thoughts are difficult to follow, so with him you have the most complex speeches ever faced… even if you don’t do so badly, to see the smiles and the words of approval he addresses to you.

Basically, your days have improved markedly now that the three of them are with you: there is so much chaos, the house is always full of voices and footsteps and screams, the rooms are the realm of disorder or have been changed according to the scientists’ needs, and it must be said, all three are absolutely terrible at cooking ― even if you continue to leave them the kitchen so as not to offend them, and to allow them to continue practicing ―: but the more days go by the more you would like to stop them, and so you try to imagine if… if they had to always stay here with you, with all their skills and enthusiasm, with all that they are.

Only one thing is missing to make everything really perfect: your recently born daughter, who stayed with her grandparents to allow you to work without other thoughts and not to disturb the scientists. It is something you knew would happen, you never deluded yourself about it: yet you miss her every moment, she is the shadow that hides behind your laughters and the cause of the tears that occasionally fall from your eyes, when night is deep and even your guests can’t completely overcome its strength, and you cradle and hold air in your arms. Furthermore, even if your little girl is not here with you, your chest continues to spurt milk: the mere thought of her is enough to release a few drops, which you manage to hide under heavy clothes to not raise painful questions, but how long will it last? How long will you last? Even now you miss her… you may start to tremble so much you want to hug her…

«Y/N! Come, lunch is ready, and maybe this time it’s even edible. Hopefully, at least… Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?»

It is a caress on the head, given by Marie, that takes you back from the world of your thoughts: you widen your eyes and jump, turning and meeting the slightly worried gaze of the woman, who stands still for a moment and then bends towards you. «You are very pale… what happened? Do you want to lie down?»

Her sweet voice, so motherly and shrewd, teases your tears and you have to make an enormous effort to hold back them; you succeed, and at that point you take a strong sigh and stand up, the scientist’s chest a few centimeters from yours. «I’m just hungry, don’t worry for me», you invent an excuse, taking Marie by the hand and heading with her towards the kitchen, from where you hear Alfred and Isaac arguing.

«Hey, Y/N! Look, this time we should have made it… we hope you like it!»

You reply to Nobel’s sunny smile and his enthusiasm by smiling back, then nod. The scent that comes from the pan that Newton is holding isn’t the worst you have ever smelled, so this time you too have good hopes and, having gathered the dishes, you start to get closer to him; at this point, however, a hand from Marie grabs your arm, stopping you. «Wait a minute… what about that? Is that milk?»

You petrify yourself for a few moments, then find the courage to follow Marie’s gaze and point your eyes downwards, at the trickle of opaque liquid that emerges from the sweater and, passing a small strip of exposed skin, wet the hem of trousers. Damn, you think as you bite your lip and your cheeks begin to flush, but was this just supposed to happen?

«Yes, it’s milk», Alfred comments as he gets closer to you, followed by Newton who has made the pan disappear who knows where, «and it’s interesting that you continue to have some after all this time, and with your daughter far away…»

«I don’t know about you, but I’d say we’ve found a subject worth studying», adds Isaac, narrowing his eyes as he stares at the trickle and then at your face, «how do we proceed, colleagues?»

«Hey, you three, what do you want to do with me?» Your voice comes out a little faint, because the surprise and confusion are too strong for you to even breathe normally. Not to mention the gazes of scientists, invaded by the light that you see every time they talk about a discovery or are carrying out an experiment… that excited light that you have recently begun to desire, to want for yourself just like now.

«Nothing, if you don’t want it», says Marie, as she moves behind you and strokes your shoulders, then puts her mouth to your ear, «but if instead you agree to let us at least have a look at the phenomenon, well… something good will happen.»

«I’m not a guinea pig», you reply, raising your head in a proud gesture and narrowing your eyes, «keep that in mind.»

«And in fact you are not», all three say, in unison; then Alfred takes your hand in his and squeezes it, bowing in front of you with a sweet expression on his face. «You are not, and we are not torturers. It’s like Curie says… if you accept to receive our attention, we will be happy; otherwise don’t worry, nothing will change between us. We won’t adore you any less.»

«It depends on what kind of attention…», you try to resist, more out of a mischievous game than out of conviction: you know what is about to happen and you want it, your legs are shaking, you are won.

All three laugh, then Marie releases your shoulders to hug your waist and pushes your hair away with her nose, then kisses the back of your neck; Newton, on the other hand, gets so close to you that you can feel his breath on you, and he faces you with his full height. «Since the lady wants a demonstration… we shouldn’t deny it to her», he murmurs a moment before grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to him and sinking his lips into your neck.

Alfred quickly frees the table from the tablecloth and crockery and Isaac delicately places you on it, then all three surround you and start caressing and touching you everywhere: they have already made you wait long enough, you don’t deserve it and neither do they.

«Don’t worry, we’ll be kind, sweet Y/N… ask us what you want, we’ll give it to you.» Alfred’s hand caresses your side sensually while the other begins to take off your pants, one knee already between your thighs, while his mouth kisses your belly; Newton, on the other hand, wastes no time in taking off your sweater and the underlying shirt, to then get help from Marie to undo your bra and, once he has bared your breasts, to wrap you in his arms while he covers them with kisses and attacks a nipple, starting to suck greedily. You throw your head back without holding back long moans and gasps, while the hottest sensations assault every inch of your body and you wriggle under them: you feel yourself sinking into pure chaos, and you like, oh, how you like it a lot.

«You’re in excellent hands», Marie murmurs as she takes your face in her hands and kisses you everywhere, ravaging your lips and cheeks with little bites, tearing up little screams, «you couldn’t find someone better to love you, ma cherie. Now, like a good girl, let out all the voice in your throat, we want to hear you loud and clear…»

Who knows if you’ll write about this in your book, later.

[micah-drew]

So I’m getting headers for something small I’m working on, so I gotta try and find some good frames from the manga and all

and just I found the one of when Tesla performed Tesla Warp and its one of my favorite things

Just look at the other scientists

JUST “yep that one is ours” THEY LOOK LIKE OLDER SIBLINGS ITS SO FUNNY (which is also ironic considering Nikola IS the younger sibling)

Your honor, I love them all sm

[monochrome-cropcrown]

First thing first, I want to thank Allah for this year's Eid (😌 I've been well fed)

Second, thank you @huntersmoon1 @roygiri and @togetherhearted for the leaks.

Because AJEJWWKPQLASNNWOWJE SIRRR

I'm that dog y'all 😩😔☝️☝️

So apparently.. This is Luna, and she saved Jack after his fight with Mother Goose.

She runs an orphanage, which was started by a woman whose picture is on the wall. Jack recognized that woman immediately, it was Ann!!

[m3l-moony]

Appreciation post the most beautiful women of the 8th round of Ragnarok!

And Hades’ bird (a cockatoo, I think?)

[seshinart]

new ror oc & kagura redesign 😭💕💖

I need more human for my line up :b

[asmolfolk]

Can you do Marie Curie (Shuumatsu no Valkyrie) x female!reader headcanons.

I'm not Polish, so I'm sorry if any of the informations are wrong [Nicknames and etc]

Marie Curie had an husband in her life time, but, let's say that she had you too. (I wrote it as ONLY Marie x Reader.) TW: There are some mentions of homophobia. [Because it would be a lesbian couple in 1800.]

What is like having her as your girlfriend?

Sweet like cake.

She would be a very romantic yet busy partner. She will always have a certain amount of hours or days that she would try to spend just studying - with Pierre or no. She is a romantic fellow, always espect her to do some stuff that she read somewhere that womans love... Being such as, always holding the door for you, kissing your hand, praising you until your insecurities fly away or just cuddling with you. But don't espect to do PDA, she doesn't like it and she doesn't want people to spy on her private life. She never let's the work be too much or spend little to no time with you. Different from Nikolas, she isn't in a whole other level of workaholic, she would let you stay with her studyng and would even teach you some stuff - Yes, she would probably make you work.

Does she get jealous easily?

Sometimes she overthinks, but seeing you sleep so cutely... She knows that there's where she meant to be.

She is the embodiment of INTP, she is analytical and doesn't let her emotions get through her, prefering to be logical. In that moment, she knows that she is... Fucked. In a logical thinking, being in a romantic relationship with a woman in 1800... It was just too much, she was putting her own life in danger just by being around you... After midnight, when she can't sleep... Is always when she overthinks, when she start to want to backdown. You were just like Pierre to her, a wonderful partner... Someone she trust - but, can she just ignore that you both could get killed? She should just break up... It would safe your life! ...She always changes her mind when she hears you whispering her name, smiling while sleeps or just feel you hugging her. "It's... Worth. Even if we die... It's worth."

What does she call you?

She always calls you by Polish nicknames or call you by elements.

Kotku [Kitten] if you are just like her, curious, inteligent and always trying to learn new things. Misiu [Bear] if you are lazy and always hungry. Skarbie [Treasure] doesn't matter how you act, she will always call you that. Or she would just say like: "Come here, copper and tellurium [Cu Te], we need to keep moving" and do other strange and nerd flirty quotes.

What is her love language?

Words of affirmation and acts of service.

Well, let's just say that... She isn't someone that likes PDA, so, when you two are in public - she just shows her love by praising or doing things for you. A lot of times, you would get home and see her holding exactly what you were wanting for days. She would always take care of you, buying you anything you like, doing things so that you can be a bit lazy sometimes [Doing laundry or anything else.] She would give you a lot of praises, even if she is criticting something that you made.

How she would be with her S/O love languages?

She always tries to make things work out for both of you.

For her, what matters are boundaries. Your love language is physical touch? She can let you hold her arm in public, but don't expect anything else... But, in private, you can do whatever you want.

Your love language is quality time? Well, let's settle down and pick random days just so we can have full days of just quality time.

Words of affirmation, acts of service or gifts? Well... Give her everything, she always love a ego boost.

For her, she just need to know your love language so that she can put her limits on show [OFC, if you disagree, she is ready to discuss those things.]

Bônus - Missing you.

She always misses you.

It doesn't matter the day, if it's raining... If she is not with you, she misses you. She was accostumed by your presence, your warm... She feels so cold while doing her things. She can't even properly say something to you when she sees you again... Her words are lost as she completely embrace you on her arms.

"I missed you... So much. My love, my Skarbie... I want you to know that... Even if we can't get married yet. If we could, If I was a man... I would have asked your hand in marriage a long time ago... My beautiful... I hope we can get married on your next life - if exist one."

[sigyns-drafts]

Wassup! How ya doin? So, I've been looking through your stuff, and honestly, DAMN you write good! If it's not too much, I'd like to request for ROR Buddha, Ares, Hermes, and Jack interacting with or having teatime with Marie Antoinette reader?

After reading her up as to what she was actually like, I'd like to think that after her death, she started leading a more modest lifestyle cause I like the idea of her becoming a cottage core girlie, but still maintaining some level of opulence from her life, like jewelry, or love of sweets.

That'd be all! Wish you the best!

A/N: Hello, I'm doing just fine today and thank you so much for asking and for the compliment!! I'm very passionate about my works and writings. 👀

Glady I will, it's never too much. I hope you're also doing fine and if not, please enjoy what I've got for you. Also did you draw that? It's stunning!!

I absolutely adore this idea you have for Marie Antoinette, 100℅ cottagecore girl!~ <3

Teatime with Marie Antoinette ☕🤍

➩ Marie Antoinette, adorned in a gown of shimmering silk and gold jewelry, sat gracefully at a marble table set with delicate porcelain teacups and dainty pastries. Across from her, sat an empty chair for whoever would want to join her.

And much to the woman's surprise, who was used to being alone in this afterlife because of her past, would be having some company after all, much to her delight!

➩ Reader type: Marie Antoinette!reader with Buddha, Ares, Hermes and Jack the ripper.

⚠: Mentions of past death, murders, past regrets & flashbacks, angst, jacks mommy issues!

Buddha:

The scent of blossoms hung heavy in the air and the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the graceful Marie Antoinette, who found herself seated at a elegantly set tea table.

Opposite her sat Buddha, the enlightened one, who had joined her for tea, albeit for an unconventional reason.

Marie Antoinette, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected guest, regarded Buddha with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

"Welcome, honored Buddha," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Buddha, his serene expression unchanged, offered a gentle smile.

"I have come for the pastries," he replied simply, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But I am also curious to hear your story, Madame Antoinette."

Marie Antoinette's laughter bubbled forth like a sparkling stream, her mirth contagious in the tranquil garden.

"Well, Buddha," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement, "you are in luck, for I have plenty of pastries to share, and a story to tell that is as rich as the treats before us."

As they indulged in the delectable pastries, their conversation flowed effortlessly, traversing the realms of history, philosophy, and the intricacies of human nature.

Despite their stark differences in background and beliefs, Marie Antoinette and Buddha found a surprising kinship in their shared appreciation for life's simple pleasures.

Buddha listened intently as Marie Antoinette regaled him with tales of her life as the Queen of France, her voice animated with passion and warmth.

From her extravagant balls and lavish feasts to the tumultuous political landscape that defined her reign, she painted a vivid portrait of a woman caught in the whirlwind of history.

"And what of you, Buddha?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"What led you to seek enlightenment and transcendence?"

Buddha's expression softened, his gaze turning inward as he reflected on his journey towards enlightenment.

"I sought to understand the nature of suffering and the path to liberation," he explained, his voice serene yet filled with compassion.

"In the pursuit of truth, I found a deeper understanding of the human condition and the interconnectedness of all beings."

Marie Antoinette nodded thoughtfully, her admiration for Buddha's wisdom evident in her eyes.

"A noble quest indeed," she remarked, her voice tinged with respect. "And yet, here we are, bound together by a shared love for pastries and the joy of good company."

Buddha had to let out a small chuckle, "Hah, indeed we are Madame, indeed we are."

Ares:

Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a gracefully adorned tea table, her delicate porcelain cup filled with fragrant brew.

Across from her sat Ares, the formidable god of war, his imposing presence softened by the ambiance of their setting.

Marie greeted Ares with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with charm. "Welcome, Lord Ares," she said graciously, extending a dainty hand in greeting.

"I am delighted to have your company for tea this evening."

Ares, his expression stoic yet tinged with uncertainty, returned the gesture with a curt nod.

He shook her hand as gently as he was able to, afraid to somehow hurt her. His hand was much bigger than hers after all and compared to her, he was a god.

"The pleasure is mine, Madame Antoinette," he replied, his voice gruff yet respectful.

"I must admit, tea is not something I am accustomed to, but I am willing to partake.."

As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette poured tea for both herself and Ares, her movements graceful and practiced.

Ares, however, found himself struggling with the delicate intricacies of tea etiquette, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the delicate teacup.

Marie Antoinette let out a small giggle behind her hand as she watched Ares' attempts, finding his earnestness endearing despite his lack of finesse.

"Fear not, Lord Ares," she reassured him, her voice laced with amusement.

"Tea drinking is an art form, but with a bit of guidance, I am certain you will master it in no time."

With patient encouragement, Marie Antoinette guided Ares through the proper technique of holding the teacup, lifting it with elegance, and sipping the tea with refined grace.

Though Ares initially struggled to emulate her poise, he soon found himself growing more accustomed to the ritual, his movements becoming smoother with each attempt.

As they conversed over tea, Marie Antoinette regaled Ares with tales of her life in the royal court of France, her anecdotes punctuated by laughter and animated gestures.

Ares listened intently, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and bemusement.

"And what of you, Lord Ares?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"What tales do you have to share from ancient Greece?"

Ares' expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"My tales are not ones of refinement and elegance. They're just not suitable for a fair lady such as you," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of determination in doing the proper thing he thought was best.

Even if it had sparked her curiosity and interest to hear what went out on the battlefield, Marie Antoinette simply just nodded and chuckled in return.

"Whatever you say Ares, if that is what you wish."

Hermes:

Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a beautifully adorned tea table, her porcelain cup filled with delicious warm tea.

Before her stood Hermes, the fleet-footed messenger of the gods, his presence exuding an air of elegance much like her own and efficiency.

Hermes, clad in his customary black suit and carrying a tray laden with delicacies, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.

"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk.

"I have come to attend to your needs as your humble bulter this evening."

Marie Antoinette smiled graciously, her eyes filled with appreciation.

"Oh thank you, Hermes," she replied, her voice soft and filled with a sincere warmth.

"But I would much prefer your company, if you would be so kind."

Hermes hesitated for a moment, unused to be offerd this by someone he saw as a guest to him and the other gods court.

But he found himself unable refuse the request of the gracious lady in front of him.

With a nod of acquiescence, he set down the tray and took a seat opposite Marie Antoinette, his demeanor composed yet curious.

As they began to engage in polite conversation, their words flowing effortlessly between them.

Despite their best efforts to maintain a sense of decorum, a sudden mishap occurred when Marie Antoinette inadvertently knocked over a delicate teacup, causing it to spill it's contents onto the table.

"Pardon me, sir," Marie Antoinette exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I did not do that on purpose!"

Hermes' expression softened with recognition as he realized the significance of her words.

Those were her last words before she was executed.

"No need to apologize, Madame Antoinette," he replied gently, his voice tinged with sympathy as he took out a napkin from his pocket.

"Its okay for even those of high statuses to make mistakes and be a bit clumsy."

Marie Antoinette nodded but quickly grew quiet, her thoughts drifting back to the events of her mortal life, to the past tumultuous moments leading up to her untimely demise.

Yet, despite the weight of her memories haunting her, she found solace in Hermes' understanding gaze, his silent support a balm to her troubled soul.

"I apologize for my words, Madame Antoinette but I'm being truthful." Hermes spoke once more, his eyes filled with compassion.

"I did not mean to cause you so much distress."

"How did you- doesn't matter.."

Marie Antoinette shook her head, offering him a gentle smile. She wasn't sure how Hermes was able to tell something was off about her.

Was it because he was a divine being or because it was so obvious? Either way it didn't matter.

"It is quite all right, Hermes. You haven't..i just had to remember something." she replied, her voice filled with forgiveness.

"In fact, I am grateful for your understanding. You're right, even I can make mistakes."

"Exactly, now let me clean this up for us so we can continue this splendid tea party, hm~"

Jack the ripper:

In the serene gardens of the afterlife, Marie Antoinette sat gracefully at a finely set tea table, her porcelain cup filled with warm tea, her mind lost in contemplation.

Suddenly, she sensed a presence approaching, and to her surprise, Jack the Ripper emerged from the shadows, his demeanor creepy yet strangely intriguing.

Jack, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.

"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice a low murmur, "I hope you do not mind if I join you for tea. After all, who am I to resist such a grand offer?"

Marie Antoinette, though taken aback by the unexpected company, of such a known killer gestured graciously for Jack to take a seat.

"Of course, Monsieur Ripper, who am I to dismiss some company!" she replied, her voice composed yet tinged with curiosity.

"I welcome you, unlike most here.." She sighs, recalling how many had been very cold towards him.

Though who were they to blame for having murdered innocent women.

As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette and Jack engaged in polite conversations at first, their words dancing between until it slowly took a deep turn.

Jack, ever the enigma, shared tales of his past, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and defiance.

Marie Antoinette listened intently, her heart heavy with empathy for the man shrouded in darkness.

Yet she still had to think about his poor victims and how it could've all been avoided if Jack's mother hadn't snapped, same went for the bearded man himself.

"And what of you, Madame Antoinette?" Jack inquired, his gaze piercing yet strangely gentle.

"How did you find yourself in the halls of the afterlife?"

Marie Antoinette's expression softened as she recounted the events of her mortal life, from her rise as the Queen of France to her tragic demise at the hands of the revolutionaries.

She usually wouldn't have shared such memories with someone, for it haunted her so deeply til this day.

But knowing Jack hadn't been any better than her when he was alive, she felt like she could speak of the trials and tribulations she faced, her voice filled with hidden sorrow.

As their conversation delved deeper into the intricacies of their pasts, Marie Antoinette and Jack found themselves bound by a shared understanding of the burdens they bore.

Even with the vast chasm that separated them in life, they discovered a common thread of humanity that transcended the boundaries of time and circumstance.

Suddenly, amidst their conversation, a faint sound echoed through the garden, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.

Marie Antoinette's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see her beloved child, running towards her with arms outstretched.

"Mama!" the child cried, tears streaming down their cheeks, seeking solace in their mother's embrace.

Marie Antoinette's eyes brimmed with tears as she enveloped her child in a warm embrace, her heart overflowing with love for her youngling.

"Oh darling what are you doing here?!"

As she glanced up at Jack, she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a glimpse of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his hardened exterior.

Jack watched the tender scene unfold before him, a bittersweet smile playing upon his lips. In that moment, he saw himself reflected in the child's tears, a lost soul seeking comfort in the arms of their mother.

"Well aren't they a adorable little one~"

[misstimeladye]

SPOILER BOY

AAA LOOK TESLA BOY AND GONDUL

[gabelesimp]

I have this idea floating in my fucking head-

Tesla turned into a baby for a week..

(y'all can reblog to give your ideas!)

Edison: OKAY. WHAT THE FU-

Marie: Language! He's a baby!

Y/n: This is Certainly not Science, Welp! It's time to get Dane to take care of him for the whole week!

Marie: No need! We can handle him!

Newton: I'm not quite sure of that.

(First Day)

Papers were everywhere, Tesla was crying. Galileo and Einstein were trying to calm him down but nothing seemed to work, Edison was also crying-

Edison: MAKE HIM STOP!😭

Marie: We tried feeding him, playing with him, and checking his diaper. Nothing!

Y/n: I told ya'll that Dane could help us!

When you got Dane to come over:

Dane: Woah! He's a baby, again? Well, I guess you all are quite noisy and I think he wants to sleep!

Baby Nikola: Dan Dan!!

Marie: AWWW!! *Dying from cuteness*

"Gali!" "Mama(Marie)!" "Ali!(Einstein and Alfred)" "Newmon!" "Tom!"

You all were in awe, Dane smiled!

(I love this now, This is my world now. My Record of Ragnarok.)

[lotusmybelovednsfw]

Okay!! @themoonisrising and @average-lovejoy-listener 's awaited ....

Record of Ragnarok!

Marie Curie x Reader! (Fem)

Warning: Toys, fingering and mommy kink!

You both were excused, she kissed you passionately and slowly. Your shirt was torn, Marie massaged your breasts, kissing them.

"Marie...Ah!~" She slid her hand into your pants, and fingered you. You rested your head on her shoulders, moaning loudly.

"Mommy.." "Hmm? What was that Sweetheart?~" Her fingers went deeper into you, she earned a loud moan from you. You were about to come, but she had other plans.

She took out a strap on dildo, my..It was big. Marie lifted one of your thighs, and inserted the toy in you.

Her thrusts her rough and fast, she turned you around, and enjoyed this position better.

"Mommy!~ More please!~" "Z całą pewnością, moja miłości~" (Most certainly, my love). Oh she loved to talk dirty in Polish, the others have wondered where you both went but Let's not care about that. Mommy Marie is not done yet~

(Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

[twinklemylittlestar]

Girls in anime and manga

Usually girls in manga aren't that great, but damn, them...😳

And let's not talk about Marie Curie...

But have you seen it? She is so beautiful! 🤩

One day I would like to do the same hairstyle as her (maybe a little longer...)

[riseofamoonycake]

So I wanted to know how would the characters react if a usually serious/strict gn reader came back from a round and when theyre getting treatment the anesthetics making them feel warm/cuddly. For example if adam/eve visit them they'd pull them into a hug saying they love their mom and dad so much

This is the sweetest thing I could write! AAAAA Let's start!

Warnings: suggestive

Notes: implied ships

Adam and Eve

They are not your natural parents: when they found you you were an orphan, alone and left to your own devices, and they immediately took you with them

Because of the lack of love in the early years of your life, you find it difficult to express your feelings verbally, especially affection and love; you demonstrate them best through actions, while always remaining contained

Adam and Eve know this and defend you every time from those who tell you that you have no empathy and feelings; you are special to them just the way you are, you don't need to change anything

The fact that when Brunhilde contacts you to fight into Ragnarok for humanity you immediately accept is the best proof (for skeptics and those who don't believe in you) that you have a heart

Eve weeps a lot hearing it, fearing for you; Adam manages to calm her down and talks to you for a long time, instilling even more courage and tranquility in you, and when your time comes the two watch the fight together, hand in hand, urging you to give your best

When you win, they are so happy they can't even talk; immediately they go to the infirmary, where you were taken to have your wounds treated, and wait to see you

Once in the room, they both watch over you, exhausted asleep, and they gently stroke your forehead and cheeks waiting for you to wake up

So imagine their surprise when out of nowhere you open your eyes, look at them and immediately smile, and the next moment you jump up, hug them so tight and cover their face with kisses as you scream "Mom, Dad, I love you, I wish I was always with you, I will never leave you!", and immediately afterwards you fall asleep again because morphine has won over you; however, you do it with your head in Eve's lap and your arms around dad's waist

After a moment of stillness, Eve hugs Adam so hard that he stops breathing, then starts crying with joy while Dad weeps too and strokes your hair

Both are so full of emotions and feelings that they remain silent, staring into space with a stupid smile on their faces, for hours and hours. Shhh, leave them be, they're in their Heaven now

Don't worry, they love you just the way you are and won't change a thing about you, but seeing you so cuddly made them melt in a pool of love and they'll remember it forever *^*

Okita

Okita always interests you: you find him adorable with that funny ponytail and cute smile, and very powerful when the homicidal aura shows off. You admire him a lot, praise his seriousness and his ability, for you he is a model to follow

Also, Okita is a playful guy, and sometimes he manages to make you smile slightly because it is impossible to resist him

He doesn't matter your always serious and strict personality because he finds you very honorable, worthy and interesting and loves to tease you a bit, but without disrespecting you

As skilled warriors, you two often fight together and love to clash in duels where you test your skills; so it is not a surprise that you both get selected for Ragnarok

Okita promises to cheer for you until he loses his voice, and you promise him you'll make sure neither of you lose; shortly after, your turn comes and you say goodbye to him with a long look, wondering why even now you can't tell him everything you feel

The fight is very hard: your opponent is really strong and pushes you to face every limit you have and to experience unpleasant moments. However, the certainty that Okita is watching and cheering you on pushes you to hold on and fight back, giving your best until victory is yours

At that point, Okita cheers like crazy and runs toward the infirmary just after the end, followed by Kondo

Until admitted to the chamber where you rest, he spends his time walking up and down the corridor screaming

When Okita finally manages to get in, he runs up to you, already awake but under the influence of morphine, and smiles warmly at you

You wait a moment, then smile back, stroke his ponytail and then take him by the arms, pulling him towards you. Then, to his surprise, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him on the nose and cheeks

Awwww, my boyfriend was very worried about me, wasn't he?

He freezes at these words, his mind completely blank, while Kondo watches from the threshold and bursts out laughing at the scene, unable to hold back

Okita is basically 0_0, and remains so for the hours to come, in which you sleep briefly and cuddle, squeeze his cheeks and pat his head whenever you can

Congratulations, you sent the samurai into crisis, 100/100

Confucius

It goes without saying that when you were selected for Ragnarok, everyone immediately knew it: Confucius did nothing but shout it from the rooftops, running here and there like a top and praising you a lot: even before actually seeing the fight, he knew that you would win, he never had any doubts about it

And yet he spent the whole day before the fight weeping on your knees in despair

Confucius is the light of your days, it is expansive, chaotic and romantic beyond measure; it's your opposite, and that's also why you find each other a lot because it helps you see and understand realities that are different from yours, and you do the same with him

When the moment of fight arrives, you let yourself be embraced and give him a tender pat on the cheek, a gesture that he doesn't expect and which melts him completely. You are a little sorry to enter the Arena leaving him behind, especially now that he's about to cry again, but that's how it must be and, with a last caress on his head, you part with him

Throughout the fight you hear his shouts, his cheering, his eyes on you, and it gives you an absurd strength. You fight for him, you fight to get back to him, and your energy triples to allow you to grant this wish

When you win, the only thing you hear are his screams of joy, because his voice is so loud that it drowns out all the others

Since the fight was very hard and you suffered non-negligible injuries, you need to go to the infirmary; and here Confucius immediately joins you, begging the infirmaries to let him stay

You lose consciousness almost immediately, even before you can say a word; however, when you open your eyes again he is there looking at you, the sweetest smile as he takes your hand and kisses it, confusing and breaking up the words without being able to express what he feels

You stop him and sit down, then you hug him so hard that it takes his breath away, then lie down again dragging him with you on the bed

Hmmm, have you always been so warm and soft, Confucius? I think I'll keep you for life, then!

His face is scarlet, his mouth wide open; no thoughts, head empty, only Confucius with heart eyes

Try not to break any bones, as you now have superhuman strength and a huge desire for hugs and cuddles!

For the rest, do what you want to him because receiving all your kisses, caresses and cuddles is what this puppy has always wanted the most

It is very likely that the nurses will have to force you apart in order to monitor your condition

The Science Crew (with Tesla)

The entire science crew comes to see you after your fight: you are the youngest of the whole group and your friends were so scared to see you fight but also very proud when you were selected to participate in Ragnarok

All of them showered you with encouragement, advice and love before entering the Arena, even shedding tears and without expecting you to reciprocate their words: the only thing that matters is your return. Please, return to them

Your victory, obtained with the genius, intelligence and originality that has always distinguished you, made them cry and scream with happiness and even if they know you are not the type to cuddle, now they want to at least give you a hug

The first to enter the room are Tesla and Edison (the ones who are crying the most), followed by Marie and Galileo, worried that their noise will disturb you, while Nobel and Einstein are planning to cook your favorite dishes when you get home and Newton is so relaxed now that you have won!

In order not to embarrass yourself too much and make yourself uncomfortable, they decide to send Newton ahead, the calmest of all, an speak first

You look at them all with a slight smile and wave your hand in hello, then you watch Isaac approach and ask how you are and if you are in pain, and to congratulate on your splendid performance. You made them all so proud!

You listen calmly; then, without even letting him finish, you grab the scientist's wrists, drag him towards you and sink your face into his chest, rubbing your cheek against his massive tits and smiling blissfully to everyone else's shock

Hmmm, so soft! Now you are my plush, Sir Newton!

Tesla looks at the whole situation trying to analyze it well but can't, Edison is petrified with his mouth and eyes wide open, Einstein is completely speechless, Galileo is worried about your health and looks at you with concern, Marie covers her mouth without believing what are you doing, Nobel has to do violence to himself not to burst out laughing but he can't, so everyone turns to the man and stares at him laughing and laughing. Newton stands still, not knowing what to do, and lets you treat him like a toy amidst the most diverse and funny reactions from the rest of the group

Many questions will follow this event, we are all sure of this; but for now, let's leave all the space to cuddles ♥️