#margarette x reader

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Request from: @misti-chan

This is an exchange post for the Abyss request I sent her!

-Margarette is a very interesting person, and will always pay attention to certain things or details. So when they first met you, their attention was immediately drawn to you

-due to how much they have thought about you but never got the chance to speak with you since they’re always busy, they could only create music, new melodies that remind them of you! Their only thoughts were about you. Their fingers glided across the piano, playing soothing melodies as they imagine a friendship with you

-when they finally have enough courage and time to speak with you, they quickly walked around to find you. When they did find you, you were chatting with some friends, but they noticed something was wrong deep down. As your friends left, they went up to you with a careful tone in their voice, asking if you needed anything like they assumed. You pretended everything was fine and didn’t wanna trouble them. They asked if you two can be friends, you were a bit shocked, asking them if they really wanted to be friends with you, so simply? Without a reason?? They nodded and asked again, wanting to get to know you more, you accepted. Thus the friendship began.

-as you both hung out more, they were starting to see you as an important someone, they couldn’t think of anything or anyone else because of you! One of your traits that made you stand out was how much you always try to make people feel comfortable. They honestly felt touched at the gesture and thus, falling for you more.

-they denied their feelings at first, very sure that they don’t fall in love or have a crush on you. But they can’t deny how you made their heart flutter and stomach have butterflies. They want more of the feeling, wanting to be closer to you all the time. Of course, they didn’t want to ruin the friendship either, so they kept it to themselves. To the point where they worry about being too late or early to confess so their thoughts are sometimes a mess😅

-as you two continue to be friends, they would look out for you since they noticed some people take advantage of your kindness. They would be silently eyeing at those people as a warning, if they don’t well…Margarette will have to use other methods.

-the friendship would slowly but steadily progress, you both really are caring for each other yet not willing to confess though…so the obvious hints are very noticeable to everyone around except you two. But they eventually confessed their feelings for you and you gladly accepted them! Official couple announcement!~ :D

-they would definitely be protective over you, not letting anything or anyone negative affect your feelings or your entire being! If they ever hear people (especially close ones) talking behind your back, they’ll definitely subtly hint at you or directly tell you. After that, they’ll personally confront those people to stop talking nonsense about you.

-overall, very sweet and caring to you, a bit protective but genuinely cares about you!✨❤️

A/n: I’m alive and I’m worried about school- too much difficult stuff to learn!! T-T (currently having writer’s block, not in the mood to write anythingggg) I think my whole life is a bit messy but I’ll sort things out to continue to write!

[miharuki]

hello again angels

𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖘

(x reader)

Let's imagine something?

You were trying on fake rabbit ears to see how they looked on you, just to see how they would look on you. But then Rayne appeared in the room after long hours of work.

He enters the room only to observe you with rabbit ears, and to make it worse, or better, you were only wearing a dress shirt. You had just taken a shower and wanted to try on the strip.

"Rayne?" The boy just stares at you silently, with his neutral face.

"You okay?" Your words are cut off as you're thrown onto the bed. Let's just say that night you were a great bunny for Rayne. The hours of work helped Rayne a lot to vent his frustration on you, his pretty bunny who obeys him so well, who accepts him so well, so well that the next day you felt soreness; your legs were aching. You promised yourself not to wear the rabbit ears again, putting them away in the drawer.

But it doesn't stay tucked away for long, does it? Who are you to deny a request from Rayne? He only wants to see his precious obedient bunny, after all.

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes #1 Abadacadabra!

Imagine with me...Regro Picked two babies...With No marks...The one was Mash human with no magic, You were actually a Sorcerer...it was a big surprise through the years seeing you both surpass what was considered...normal-...that's another story for another time for now...you and Mash school live go like this-

Sorcerer!Y/n*Excitedly coming into class...LATE*Hey guys I just invented a new spell, It goes "Abracadabra"!

Margarette*Knows something interesting always happens with you* Oh cool what does it do?~

Sorcerer!Y/n*Excitedly fiddling with their wand*It makes you question your life- I just used it on Great value Malfoy-I mean Llyod

Outside the classroom

Lloyd: WHY AM I!?!?!

Sorcerer!Y/n:...He's not doing so good...

The classroom:...

Rayne:..

I decided why the hell not-I love this anime (Currently reading the manga)

[jals-stuff]

short washing machine headcanons...

How would the Mashle characters react if they found their s/o stuck in the washing machine? + personal ratings (I know, no one asked)

For Mash, Dot, Finn, Lemon, Lance, Rayne, Abel, Abyss, Wirth, Margarette, Carpaccio, Orter, Renatus, Ryoh, Kaldo.

Warnings: SLIGHT spoiler for Margarette? Other than that, none. ratings are purely subjective, please don't bury me alive.

Note: none of this is canon so some charas might be ooc, don’t take it too seriously! Might write for Domina, Meliadoul, Famin and Delisaster one day, idk

MASH...

He’s probably busy eating or making cream puffs when he hears you call for help. It isn’t common for you to do such a thing so he freaks out a little bit at first, but upon finding out the mess you’ve made while trying to empty the washing machine, he just stands there, completely dumbfounded. 

He’s a little dense, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out that you’re actually stuck. He’s never been in this situation before, therefore he’s sweating a little and panicking internally. “T-t-t-t-this is bad. I-I-I have to help them out.” 

Pulling on your legs would be a terrible idea, considering his strength, and he’s just completely clueless on how to get you out. 

Would 100% rip open the washing machine and leave you completely astonished as he does so, then pat your shoulder in a comforting way with a thumbs up. 

Overall very cute, even tried to comfort you after such a “traumatising” ordeal. 8/10.

DOT...

He thinks he’s the main character, we all know it. He’s probably checking himself out in the mirror and saying cool protagonist lines when he hears you call out for help, and suddenly, his main quest has changed!

He walks in on you, stuck head first in the washing machine, and much like Mash, he just looks at you for a bit before taking in the situation. Of course, he’s going to help you, but he needs to gloat about it first, you know it.

“Damn, how could you ever get out of here without my help, huh?” He’d just take on dramatic poses that he assumes are cool (they are not), and try to pull you out by himself. “Can’t be helped, huuuh?”

Despite all his efforts, he doesn’t manage to get you out and he just starts mumbling things about the washing machine being a worthy opponent before actually grabbing his phone and calling someone for help.

Dot is just being Dot, after all, but he’s full of good intentions. 5/10, at least you had a good laugh..? 

FINN...

Finn immediately interrupts his studying when he hears you call out for him, and he’s running like his own life depends on it! “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?!”

Upon seeing you stuck in there head first, he gets into panic mode! It isn’t completely horrible either and it’s just purely annoying to be stuck, but Finn sees it differently. If you called for help, then SURELY you must be terrified or in pain!

He’s going to pace around the room for a minute, wondering “How do I get them out? How do I get them out? How do I get them out?” before deciding that he’s going to take it step by step!

Gently guides you out of the washing machine without too much trouble and doesn’t judge you even once for it! He gives you a big hug afterwards because he’s convinced you were very scared (you weren’t, but he was)!

I physically cannot give Finn anything under 9/10. He is bebe.

LEMON...

She’s probably making a cute keychain for you when you call out for her. She will make you her utmost priority and cheerily trot up to you. “Yeeees~ what is it?”

You’re… stuck. She blushes dramatically and screams out something like “Kyaaah! Just like in those movies! You perv!” But then carefully inspect the position you’re in and how the hell you got stuck in there.

She’s going to try pretty much everything in her power, from pulling you out to switching your position and figuring out a way to painlessly get you out of there…

And eventually get you out! However, be warned: she will give you the side eye with a blush every time she sees you for at least a month and giggle. Who knows what’s going through her head?

Helpful, cute, and funny. 8/10 would recommend.

LANCE...

He’s reading a book when you call for him. He will automatically assume something bad happened (well, technically yes, but.. yeah) and quickly run to the laundry room. “(Y/N), what happened?!”

Looks down on you without you knowing. The display is pretty ridiculous and laughable, but he won’t make a sound. He’s just going to pat your back. “I’ll get you out of here.”

He’s a very smart guy, so he just has to look at the way you’re stuck for a few seconds before figuring out the most efficient way to help you, and it takes him very little time.

Will sigh and shake his head in disapproval, but internally scream when you pout at him for sighing because he thinks you’re adorable. He’s going to look away and clear his throat so you can’t see his blush.

Efficient and definitely nice, he won’t even tease you about it. He did look down on you though, 7/10.

RAYNE...

Where is he anyway? He’s taking his sweet time when you call for him, and when he does finally arrive, you’re met with his usual neutral voice. “Yes, I heard you calling the first time.”

You can’t tell, but when he walks in on you stuck like this, he gives you the look… but again, it’s probably his neutral face. How’d you get stuck in there anyway? You really can’t do anything by yourself, can you?

Much like Lance, he’s extremely smart, so he’s going to pull you out of there very quickly, and he sighs while doing so. How can you be so clumsy? It’s almost as if you did it on purpose.

He’s about to lecture you but notices that you’re very embarrassed and can’t even look him in the eyes, so his expression softens just a little and he decides not to say anything mean and just gives you a comforting pat on the head. “Don’t get stuck again, alright?”

Very thoughtful despite the cold look he gives you, efficient and nice. 8/10.

ABEL...

Abel rarely stays away from you for very long, so he was probably there when it happened and he saw you getting stuck. He also noticed how you couldn’t get out by yourself. “It appears you need some help.”

You’re now aware that he saw you and it’s just fully embarrassing, but he’s part of the clever ones, so you’re pretty sure he will help you out quickly. Or will he? He’s always been a little odd, even around you anyway.

It’s really curious to him, how you managed to get stuck that fast yet you just can’t get out by yourself. Will definitely ask if you did it on purpose while keeping a straight face and blank tone.

Gets you out in a longer time than he should’ve because he was busy trying to understand how you got in there in the first place. He won’t judge you for it, but he will absolutely bring it up around other people like it’s no big deal.

It’s nice that he was already there, did help, but embarrasses you in front of your friends. 6/10

ABYSS...

No matter what he’s doing when you call out for him or where he is, he will Acceleraise his way to you immediately! You are his top 1 priority!

He will however take a second to appreciate the display and chuckle a little bit to himself like “Hah… cute.” before actively looking for a solution because he can literally feel your embarrassment.

“How did you manage to do this?” He mumbles, and makes sure that you aren’t hurt or in any pain first of all. He will 100% reassure you through the whole process!

Abyss is smart and will get you out quickly and without making fun of you. Unlike Abel, he won’t mention it around anyone else, and makes a self note: needs to buy a bigger washing machine so you don’t get stuck again.

Sweet and efficient, very nice and comforting. 10/10, would get stuck again.

WIRTH...

He’s training and trying to improve his capacities when you call out for him. He’s used to you getting into such and such situations, so he just takes his time now. “What is it this time, (Y/N)?”

A bit dumbfounded when he sees the way you’ve managed to get stuck, will crackle up in laughter because as used as he is to see stuff like that with you, it always manages to surprise him.

He’s going to keep giggling as he helps you through, and you just wish you could wipe that smirk off his face but you can’t really do anything and just wait for him to help.

He even hesitates and feels like he should leave you like that, but he doesn’t want you to be upset at him, so he will get you out pretty easily and tease you about it later on. “Aww, c’mon, don’t sulk now~!”

Kind of a jerk, but in a lovable way. You need to find something to tease him back with, 7/10 though.

MARGARETTE...

They’re probably rehearsing or composing another one of these musical masterpieces to play on the piano when their beloved calls out for help. 

They’ll gently chuckle and crouch down next to you. “Oh my! How’d you get in such a situation, dear?” Their arms are a little too bulky to reach out for you from the outside, so they’ll shift into their true form and easily reach for your shoulders so they can pull you out!

Margarette is one of the smart characters and will get you out of the washing machine in no time, very gently and gracefully, making sure you don’t get hurt or anything in the process.

Will give you a hug and gentle pats on the head to comfort you. “There, there~.” They won’t tease you about it nor make fun, but will definitely chuckle a little upon remembering it.

A mother figure, very nice and gentle. Cannot wait to hear the masterpiece they were busy composing, 10/10.

CARPACCIO...

He’s experimenting on lab rats and seems very engrossed with his occupation, so it will take him a little bit of time to hear you calling out for him.

Freezes when he sees you stuck head first inside the washing machine and stares blankly without a word for way longer than necessary. He’s got a little smirk and his lower eyelids rise up in amusement.

“Heh.” is all you can hear before he makes his way towards you and inspects you while he considers leaving you like this for a bit longer because it sure as hell is funny for him. But he knows you’ll be upset and he doesn’t want you to give him the silent treatment.

If he doesn’t find a quick way to get you out, he will stab his way through the washing machine (and give you a good scare as he does that) to free you! Terrifyingly sweet, he’s just staring with a very slight smirk and you know he will tease you about it.

Mean but at least he helped you out. You got scared for your life even though you know he wouldn’t hurt you. 7/10

ORTER...

He’s reading a book and he’s sure as hell he heard you call for him. He will carefully put down his book and look for the source of the muffled cry he just heard.

Despite being quite the jerk around others, Orter is a mature man, and he isn’t going to make any snarky remarks or make fun of you. He will sigh upon seeing you squirm, crouching next to you to check the mess you’ve been making.

“Calm down. If you’ve managed to find a way in, there’s obviously a way out.” Very rational throughout the whole process and effectively gets you out of the washing machine, inspecting you afterwards to make sure you aren’t hurt.

Much like Abyss, he will make a mental note to buy a larger washing machine, and kindly help you back up without teasing you or ever bringing it up around anyone else. If you apologise, he’ll tell you it’s nonsense.

Very logical and calm, efficient and polite. 10/10.

RENATUS...

Sure as hell taking a nice nap when he hears that scream of his name that could wake up the dead. He groans and stands up to lazily make his way to the laundry room.

He whistles when he sees you stuck there and gives a snarky chuckle. “Woah, just for me?” and you can physically feel your face heat up. He’s going to get closer to check the way you’re stuck and…

Whack! He’ll give your butt a playful slap before helping you out and laughing out loud at the ridiculous situation. After all, it’s not everyday that he gets to see his s/o in such an embarrassing state!

He will however stop teasing you if he sees you get uncomfortable and wrap his arms around your waist to comfort you with a softer chuckle. He might tease you later if he ever remembers this happened.

Again, jerk but in a lovable way. You need to give him that spank back tho, 7/10.

RYOH...

Like Abyss, you are his utmost priority and he will immediately drop anything he’s doing (probably admiring his reflection in a mirror) when he hears you call out for him! 

He’ll chuckle when he sees you stuck in there, and you can tell his mind is running! But there is no time for this. If Ryoh's s/o is stuck in the washing machine, he must overcome this trial!

Will get you out in a manly way (whatever that means!) and you’ll even wonder how he did it so easily, that’s how flawless his whole performance is.

He might tease you if you’re comfortable with it, winking at you way too many times and making it pretty obvious what kind of ideas he has. If you aren’t, it’s also fine, he’s just going to cuddle you into forgetting it.

Ryoh is just a W man. There’s nothing else to say, 10/10.

KALDO...

It’s good that you called him, he was about to ruin yet another perfectly fine dish by pouring an ungodly amount of honey on top of it. He will pout in disappointment but come check what’s up.

“(Y/N), dear, are you having fun in there~?” He teases with a chuckle. “Can I join?” But upon hearing your frustrated groan, he will go into thinking mode and consider his options.

His first thought is to use honey to make it easier to pull you out, but he quickly dismisses it. He will, instead, pull on your clothes to avoid hurting your skin when you get out. 

Will get you out, but your clothes are ruined, so he’ll give you his coat so you can cover up and not be too embarrassed. He might bring it up later and pretend he forgot how embarrassing it was for you, but really, he just wants to tease you.

Playful and cute, but he did ruin that shirt you liked a lot. 7/10.

[vivilaviva]

What gift would he give you on a first date? Just imagine, you fell in love with each other, then confessed, and then agreed on a first date. Headcanon.

Finn Ames.

He would bring a cute and small bouquet of flowers in a basket so that it would be convenient to carry it.

I am sure that there would also be a small surprise package that he would have made with his own hands. There would be butterflies on springs and a custard cake. (It took him and Masha many tries to make exactly the bento cake, not the cream puff)

Rain Ames.

He, like Finn, will bring flowers in a basket, but it will be a little bigger than Finn's.

I think that Rain would like to bake in peace, so the addition to the bouquet was a big and soft rabbit, which you would use as a pillow while you spent time together on your date.

Margarettе Macaron.

Even if he doesn't like sweets, I think he would bring some very nicely decorated candies with caramel and fruit, or cupcakes.

He gave you a composition at the first meeting. This composition would be a solo, just him and his piano, his lbbov to you and beautiful music.

[dabi-drift]

Margarette Macaron x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Margarette is sure that to love you is the human condition. And when they love, they're love incarnate; it's in all that they do and they can never be unwed. Because they were a chrysalis before they met you, and now they're a butterfly. Because now their favourite sound is the beating of a heart in love.

You inspire them, and when they compose for you, it's so intimate. They can feel you in every note.

And sometimes they let you choose the keys, but it's another excuse to have your hands in theirs, to have you on their lap and in their arms.

They're a poet born of love, and every compliment is a quote from Cupid's bible. It's like your love has a script, like you're written for each other, because even if the lovers aren't perfect, the words are.

Sometimes they want to be the maiden, and you're the knight with the strength to make them swoon. You pick the fights and they patch your wounds. You're a power couple, but you make them feel weak - and not just at the knees.

When they watch you fight, they know they want to share their life with you. They can see a thousand futures, but not a one without you.

They thought they'd loved before, but when they met you, they knew they'd been wrong. Because now the love songs make sense, and forever doesn’t seem so long.

The day they fell in love with you, they felt complete, and now they have more thoughts of you than the sky has stars. And even when school separates you, they count the minutes until you'll meet again.

If truth can be found in fables, then your kiss is their elixir of life. With one, they'll never age; with one a day, they'll never die. They kiss your cheeks in public, and your lips in private. They kiss you when they think about how much they love you today, and how much more they'll love you tomorrow.

They swear that no-one's ever been happier in love; or that a love without you is a love that isn't true.

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Okay, so I really want to write a fanfic for Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Specifically, I want to write one of the following x reader's, but I do not know which idea people would enjoy more. None of the fanfic ideas (or requests if people have them) will involve smut because most of the characters are minors. I prefer to stick with more romantic/platonic ideas, and while I have the main ideas listed below, anyone is welcome to make suggestions! I still have three more episodes left of season two and have not read much of the manga yet, so this should be considered as well. Anyway, here are some ideas:

Margarette Macron x Reader where they either write a love song for the reader on the piano, teach the reader how to play piano, or catch the reader playing music after saying they did not know how to play an instrument

Rayne Ames x Reader where the reader makes Rayne a crochet bunny and he carries it around in his cloak pocket

Mash x Reader where the reader is really good at baking and the sweet smells from the kitchen always lure Mash inside

An x reader (not sure which character yet, but leaning more towards Margarette or one of the Divine Visionaries) where the reader has a curse similar to Eda from The Owl House and the character helps to calm them down

If you have any suggestions or which one of these ideas you would prefer, please feel free to reblog or comment on this post!

[distoontopia]

ignore me, ahaaa... i drew this self insert and this self-ship between me and the most gorgeous warlock i've ever seen in my life. seriously just everything about them is just.. so gorgeous. i love their ambition, i love their magic, i love their talent and skills and just sheer coolness... i look up to them so much. they have so little content, i shake and weep. margarette fans... i'm saluting you... write those headcanons... draw them... give us that content with me... -- awaaa.. read the manga sketch in the last image from right to left, desu

[kyoghurts]

hh-hi hi, i've been scrawling the mashle x reader tags all day, and i'm very desperate to see someone write anything for my gorgeous wife magarette macaron ;v; preferably fem-reader. i just think about her entry in the fanbook alot about how she'd like someone preferably stronger than her, and i'd just imagine a student who deeply respects and admires her who's motivated to improve their magical ability and their inclination for the arts (painting, dance, music etc, it might even be part of their magic ehe, something that'd compliment margarette's sound magic <3) to try and catch her eye. my apologies if it's too specific! i understand female/nb characters in the mashle fandom aren't exactly the apple of many writers' eyes, and i hope your studies are going well ;u; i would just like to see some content of my favourite character. thank you!

LOVE. oil on canvas

content ♡ prns used for margarette in this fic are they/them. gn reader. fluff. established relationship. not proofread. half assed poetry writing. gazing each at each other with lots of descriptive scenes and not many dialogues. wrote this while having writers block :( apologies

notes ♡ MARGARETTE MACARON THE NONBINARY EVER <3 sorry your request took so long :( the first few parts were written 2 months ago and left there until i could not pick out details from the outline i made, so i had to modify a bit until i visualise it properly. div creds to cafekitsune!

there'd have at least an answer to every call of your heartbeats each time margarette macaron comes to slip its way into your thoughts, the sound of their chuckles or the shape of their grin, the swift catch of eye as you bump into them at random intervals, the occasional quips and teases when chances arrive. you long to find an answer to your heart hammering inside your chest, you want this organ to quell itself because if this keeps up, you might as well just die from a heart-attack.

but even when you get the gist of your feelings, the answer doesn't come to you in details smaller than the canvas of a larger size than what you're used to. the big picture is there, but it lacks...something. and you don't know what it is.

(why you admire them so much to the extent of soaring high of inspirations. like a drug that streams in the bloodstream subtle but persistent, an addiction in a good way. each interaction is recalled even more vividly than the last. it’s enough to drive you insane.)

(why, that’d you even go as far as to take it upon yourself to scramble for ways to grab their attention. you don’t.. want to admit it, but perhaps a part of you is so driven to win this once-in-a-lifetime art contest because you want margarette to finally see you. in the same way you see them)

(and for reasons… you can’t bring yourself to conclude)

you’re standing in front of your piece like a man slowly decaying, a dejected look smothered all over your face, accompanied by splotches of paint and dirt. you probably look like shit, but even that thought doesn’t bring you to feel anything.

days—weeks of letting your emotions snowball into a flurry of frustration, anxiety, and starving ambition until it crashes against a wall, tall and sturdy, completely shutting you down. you’re spent. and now your mind inevitably falls back into a place you know so much and not.

your piece, although praised by many of your peers, you can’t seem to bring the same enthusiasm to yourself. yes, the message is clear, the artistry is well done, and yet… it lacks a detail so precise you can never capture whole. a fleeting dream in wide waking eyes, it flashes through your vision and yet can never be caught in the paint and tremblings hands that you have.

a missing part. a body without a heart, leaving a hollow in the left of the sternum, and between its lungs.

you’re about to heave a sigh of resignation when footsteps approach you, clean and smooth traces that you’ve heard and know so much, a calm stride despite everything.

margarette calls out to you, familiarity in their lips, honey-soaked tongue and well-poised and its sending you into a state of shock, tongue tied. why are they here? heart on your throat, eyes blown like a deer caught in a headlight. they smile, though different than politeness they often express, it’s curves at the end tells a more softer story. a gentle stroke of touch.

they look concerned, so to speak.

“it’s late out, (name).” they tell you, and you have to slowly gaze at the clock across the room and wake up from your daze, look at the windows to see midnight blues greet you in a gentle reminder. “why are you still here?”

“i only have a week to finish this…” you motion towards your canvas, somehow you can’t find the word to call it an artwork. not to margarette of all people.

“it’s lovely, dear” you purse your lips, looking down instead of accepting their words of praise head on, as if you don’t trust any of it, like how you don’t trust yourself.

“hmm, i do have some suggestions, take it as a grain of salt.”

you lift your head so suddenly it gives you a fright. “really?”

margarette’s attention doesn’t waver, they gaze your artwork with scrutiny, half lidded and in deep thought.

for some reason, you feel vulnerable with this. like they’re not just staring at your piece, they’re including you, too. it’s your work, after all, and from the way they tilt their head and eyes not leaving every single detail, it feels as though they’re looking through the artist’s intention— what’s beyond the efforts of the craft that most people always want to look past.

for some reason, it scares you how they’re so quiet, how close they are next to you right now. and though you don’t want to admit it, but the more you stare at margarette, the more clearer their features become. you wonder what it would feel like to trace the musical note marks traveling through the eyes to their cheekbones, how dangerous it must be if you swipe your thumb against their lips as you smudge the dark color that so attracts you. how it would all feel if you cup their face and scrutinise you instead. to memorize you the same way you’ve been studying art itself.

when they finally speak, a flood of ideas break through the dam. they tell you it’s mostly minor details, but to you, it means everything. and you’re not even exaggerating it, art has been your call, even your personal magic speaks for itself, and you want to let margarette know how much this means to you. how much of a burden has been lifted off your shoulders, in just an instant.

“your work inspires me.” they chuckle, faint and airy and it’s making you blush. “i hear a beautiful sound just by gazing at it.”

they turn to you, a smile on their lips.

you don’t want to tear your gaze, you say, “if my work sings to your soul, then…its fulfilled its purpose.”

“it has, my dear.” they might have noticed something on your face, because they start sifting underneath their robe, and pulls out a cloth. “you have paint all over you.”

“oh where-”

“here.” they lift your chin, wiping the side of your face with their other hand, and they take their time doing so. their movements delicate and gentle, your eyes on them the whole time, completely breathless.

(with the lights casting shadows across your face, twilight saying hello in your window, and the person you so admire from a place raw within a heart that feels hollow and not, empty but full and heavy, you want to capture this particular moment with this particular person in a time that’s suspended and remembered.)

(there are pieces that simply evoke too many emotions inside your ribcage, but this piece could actually lead you to an answer you’ve been putting on hold for so long.)

(the answer is simple, actually, you could laugh at yourself for this.)

you hadn’t realised that you did laugh, margarette stops from wiping and watches you in surprised amusement, the softness in their expression stirs your stomach in such a familiar way as you feel your face starting to burn. “sorry,” you say in between chuckles, “that was sudden.”

after a while of small talks and discussions towards your artwork, you finally call it a night. margarette walks you to your dorm, and you can’t miss the way they wave at you and mutter goodnight as you close your door.

you’re sure your going to dream about this for days without end.

you didn’t expect for your work to be displayed in such a grand way, with golden frames and a title plate situated under the piece. honestly, you’d think this is another dream questionable enough that you’re starting to battle reality, like right now.

you think you’re going to wake up soon and forget that day they announced your name as the first placer and that people literally hurdled towards you in utter shock and excitement, screaming in your ear until it bleeds from the “congratulations!!” to “you slayed like picasso on a caffeine high!” and “you've officially made the rest of us look like we're finger-painting with our toes. congrats on the epic win!” and more out of pocket forms of praise that you don’t want to hear any further.

you want to wake up that is until they stood on the hall to where your artwork was displayed, until they see the small plate with the title written in a small, minimalist text.

as you approach margarette anxiously, you soon find yourself not needing to be so tense. you watch as they scan your piece similar to that night, subtly taking each and every detail with their whole, undivided attention.

"congratulations," they say, their voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "you've captured something truly special here.”

this time, you smile with pride and gratitude. you don’t have to say anything for when they ask for your hand and they kiss your knuckles so delicate you feel elated, so over the moon that the answer to your heartbeats has been settled like stilled ocean. no longer in hunger for a call, no storms raging inside your poetic little heart.

you take one good look at your piece before margarette leads you to- well, this is most definitely not a dream, but you’re sure they ask you if you’re free at the moment, asking to join them for lunch.

your bright, excited ‘i’d love to!’ doesn’t leave any doubts, in fact, margarette can only squeeze your hand in response. as if saying they reciprocate how you feel, and that the missing piece has always been there for you all along.

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THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE! MY HEART JUST WENT AAAUUUUGH—

TNMN Characters getting comforted by the doorman (you) <3 and them comforting you!!

Context: tbh they just see you as their fav person, and their guardian <33

Roman Stilnsky: If he ever felt like crying, and Lois wasn’t home, he would come over to your office, perhaps after shift, to tell you about his feelings. He would cry into your arms, as you’d slowly pat his back. You’d give him a small, yet platonic kiss on his head, to cheer him up!! <3

He would probably hold you gently if you ever got stressed from your shift. If you ever got hurt by one of those nasty doppelgängers, he’d ask his wife to come over and help you aswell, while running his slender things fingers across your soft hair. He cares about you just as much as he cares about Lois. <3

Lois Stilnsky: Whenever she’d come back extremely sad, she would cry into your shoulder, while muttering sad gibberish to herself. She’d probably even burst out crying during the checkout in the doorman booth. She sometimes easily falls asleep, so she might accidentally fall into a deep sleep in your comfortable grip, as she is a deep sleeper! <3

She would probably bake something for you, perhaps a small treat like a few biscuits and muffins, if you ever felt like you were too stressed. She’d whisper great things about you, and how you are one of the most bravest people, since you kill doppelgängers. She’d happily accept you falling asleep in her arms, as she would lay you somewhere comfortable enough, after a few minutes of your peaceful breaths.. <3

Robertsky Peachman: He would quietly enter your office, sitting down next to you, and then gently hold onto your arm. He feels like that you would get annoyed by his sadness. But once he learnt that you would listen no matter, he began to cry his thoughts to you, while clinging onto your arm tightly, and laying his cheek against your shoulder. He would then give you a kiss peck on your cheek, as he’d become less sad just by your overall presence. <3

He’s always there for you, no matter the situation! If you ever felt like crying, he can already sense it, as he would quickly come up to you, and hug you, making you cry right then and there. He would pat your back, brushing your silky-smooth hair, and holding you close to his chest. Even if he isn’t a good baker, he would bake ANYTHING for you, just to make you feel better… <3

Albertsky Peachman: Same with Robertsky, he would quietly enter, but he would quickly hug you, and burst out crying. He would lay down on your lap, as you stroke his spiky, yet soft hair. He would even cry into your lap aswell!! If he was EXTREMELY stressed, then he would probably enter, hug you, and immediately pass out, his arms tangled in your body, as he rests there gently, on your stomach! <3

You were sad? Too stressed from all those pesky doppelgängers trying to kill you and your residents? Well, Albertsky would always find time to invite you over to his and his brother’s apartment! There, you can make yourself comfortable, as he lays his hands on your shoulder gently, massaging the back of your neck. Just like Robertsky, he would try to bake, though he’s a little better at that!

Angus Ciprianni: Maybe after a long, tiring day at work, he would sometimes enter your office, and lay his head against your shoulder tenderly. You would him a little song, and he would relax to full intent. He would definitely hug into your chest <3

He would rock you back and forth if you ever wanted to cry, you can always cry in his presence, he wouldn’t mind… He would lay you, and himself down somewhere, while keeping your head to his chest gently… <3

Elenois Sverchzt: Immediately after entering your office, she would collapse right onto your lap, hugging your torso so tightly, you probably wouldn’t be able to breathe. She’d rant and rant about her problems, as she hides your face in your hair, as you pat her head gently… <3

And if you ever felt extremely lonely, she would always be there to cheer you up, as she plays with a few strands of your hair. She and her sister would definitely invite you over to their apartment, for a little chat, and perhaps a movie, as you and Elenois snuggle happily… <3

Selenne Sverchzt: Same with Elenois, she’d collapse on you, but instead, on your chest. She’d nuzzle into the crook of your neck occasionally, as she puts her full weight onto you. She falls asleep easily, so once you put your comforting hands around her, she’d be out in a minute, snoring softly.. <3

Same with her sister, she’s always there for you! And she would hum a few, soft melodies into your ear, and share your and her memories together, while hugging all comfortable in her apartment. She would give you a few treats, and a few sweets, she’s hoping you would be back to your happy self again..!

Arnold Schmicht: He would sit against the wall of your office for a bit, before he eventually goes up and hugs you tightly, since he has a little social anxiety.. he cries and cries over again in your neck, as he sniffles hard. You were always there for him, even when his wife wasn’t here.

If you even felt a tiny bit sad, he would force you under a comfy blanket, as he reads you a small story that he had wrote during his job. Rubbing your cheeks slowly, as he brushed away those salty tears of yours, keeping you close to him.. <3

Gloria Schmicht: She’s one hell of crier. Once she cries, she isn’t able to stop, unless you give her a little hug, and a small kiss against her tender skin. She’d let you ruffle her curly hair, as she slowly rests in your arms, like a little bird seeking shelter from rain. You would try and tell her jokes, as she laughs along to them.

She would bake you a few lovely treats, and possibly she would tell you a story that her husband had wrote! She would get all of the residents to write a card, for being ‘the best doorman!’ In the end, she would cuddle and snuggle you, up to the point where you will be too tired…

Izaack Gauss: He would silently just stand at the entrance of the door. When you tell him to come in, he would sit next to you, not so close, but not so far away. But after a minute or so, he would burst out in tears, and hug your side, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He’d tell you about all of his problems and fears, but mainly about how scared he is of doppelgängers replacing him.. <3

He would let you lay on his chest, as he brushes his fingers against your scalp, almost like a massage. If you don’t wanna move or anything, he’d force you up, as you lay in his arms, carrying you somewhere more comfortable.. he hopes you are relaxed… <3

Margarette Bubbles: If she was ever feeling down, she would go to your office for a bit of nice advice to cheer her up. You would suggest a few nice games, as she’d join in. She would lay against your chest, as she hugs your head, crying in your loving embrace.. <3

As for you, she would tenderly wrap a soft blanket around you, as she hugs you tightly, allowing you to cry on her hug. She’d wrap her hands around your neck, kissing your head gently every now and then. She would also sing some comforting lullabies into your ear.. <3

Nacha Mikaelys: She would always come crying over to you, even if her daughter was home. She’s a VERY tight hugger, so it will defo be a challenge to get her off of you, as she lays her cheek against your shoulder. You’d rub her back, as she sniffs and sniffles against your warm touch. <3

She would bake a BUNCH of treats for you, laying them down onto the desk. She would let you sit on her lap, as she places her own head into your neck, while petting your head, and holding onto your arm softly. Oh, she’d tell you how amazing you are!!

Anastacha Mikaelys: Even if she ever felt sad, she’d get embarrassed if you saw her so vulnerable. She would come in your office, with a saddened expression, though no tears. She would then sit in your office, as she leans back with a sigh. After a while, she would go sit next to you, as the most she’ll do is just hold your hand carefully.

She would probably be forced to TRY and bake something, and it would actually come at nice! To cheer you up, she’d show you a few things that she’d done at school! In efforts of cheering you up, as she hands you the baked goods she had done with her mother.

Mia Stone: Maybe, she would usually get really tired, especially after teaching a bunch of kids everyday. So if her Fiancé wasn’t home, she’d come over to your office, to maybe a nice, and quick chat, along with advice. In the end, you would end up hugging and cuddling her, nuzzling into her cheek, as she sits on your lap comfortably. One hell of a crier aswell.

Maybe if you were feeling a bit worn out, she would probably come to you, then kinda hold you in her grip tightly, as a reads a nice little book to you!!! <3 Just like you would do to her, she would hug and cuddle you, nuzzling into your hair instead, as she keeps you up against her lap. Oh, the beauty.. <3

Dr W Afton: Even if you can’t really see his eyes, you can definitely tell by his wet, and reddish cheeks. As he makes his way to your office, he would immediately hug you tight as soon as he sees that you are free. Sometimes, his hugs could last half and hour, as you gently caress his hair, and him burrowing his face in your hair aswell. After a bit, he would just resolve to holding hands, if he feels better!!! <3

He would definitely keep you sitting on his lap if you felt down. He would even go as far as to read a few books and stories, in hopes of cheering you up!! Not only that. He would ALSO stroke your hair like a loving father, as he forced you to lay down, either on a comfy pillow, or against his lap, as he gives a nice little kiss onto your cheek, or your nose, and even your forehead!! <3

Francis Mosses: Ah, since he's always so tired, you would easily be able to see if his eyebags had gotten even darker, which meant he got even LESS sleep, and his eyes were red too... he literally jumps into the air, landing in your arms, as he snuggles against your arms like a cat, while crying. You would put on his hat onto your head, a way of trying to cheer him up and making him laugh, which sometimes helps!! Oh. He then passes out in your embrace, snoring so softly... <33

Even if he isn't the best at comforting people, he would always try his best with you! He would try and give you the sweetest, and the most cool milk he has with him, as he pats your back slowly, while whispering things like 'your the best doorman here..' and 'thank you so much for protecting us…' as he lays his chin against your shoulder, or against your fluffy hair, or his hat, on your head... <3

Steven Rudboys: Though he isn't much of a crier, he would definitely show some signs of sadness, like a shaky voice, and trembling hands and feet. He would sit beside you, as he just hugs you from the side, laying his on your shoulder, as he places his glasses onto his head. After a few good minutes, he would turn into full cuddling you, as he snuggles even deeper against that comfortable, warm touch of yours!! <3

He’s do an ambush hug from behind, as well as yelling ‘SURPRISE’!!! He would do anything to cheer up one his best friends, even if that means he has to keep you close to his chest, not letting you go. If he has any toy planes, he would make you play with him, as you later enjoy it!!! <3

Mclooy Rudboys: He’s not much of a crier, so he would enter your office, and then just sit beside you. He’s also a very much of a yapper, so he will talk about all of his problems, no matter if your bored or not, but probably not, cuz your always there for your neighbours!!! <33

And for you, he would also force you into a hug, and just start yapping about random things, and his greatest achievements. He would occasionally give you a pat on the back, as well as a pat on the shoulder, as a sign of total gratitude to you!!

Alf Cappuccin: Now I’m sure that being a lawyer is hard, and who does he choose if Rafttellyn ain’t home? You ofc!!! He would slowly make his way over to you, as he sits next to you, just hugging himself, and crying in his own arms. You are basically forced to hug him and comfort him, but hey, he doesn’t mind. <3

He’s not that good of a comforter, but he WILL try his best to make you feel happy again!!! At most, he’ll just tell you funny stories, and an occasional pat on the back, as well as the pat on the head. He doesn’t want you to feel left out!!! <3

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Like Alf, all she will do is sit next to you, and just hug herself, placing her handbag right next to your foot. Although this time, you don’t really have to force a hug, as she hugs you after a minute or two. After that long hug, she’ll hold your hand, just crying into the crook of your neck! She can always rely on you, if her husband wasn’t home… <3

And just like Alf again, she’s not that good of a comforter, but she’s a REALLY good yapper, so good that she makes you smile! <3 She’d cuddle up with you for a bit, as she keeps your head close to her warmth, as well as stroking your locks of hair.. <3

Sometimes I don’t post so often, bc dead motivation lol!!! But don’t worry, I’ll still be posting art and fanart, I might also add a few little fanfics!! (I don’t usually write NSFW, I like ones where it ends with the character just comforting you!!! :))

Also some of these are my headcannons

bye guys

[sirhamburrger]

chapter 1: late empty [rayne ames x f!reader] || wc: 767 || next chapter

applying an acceleration spell to her school-approved loafers, she runs through easton's hallowed halls, black cloak flapping in the wind. she curses headmaster wahlberg and his love for spiral staircases as her legs begin to ache.

at the top of the tower the office doors fly open before she can even knock, and four figures turn to look at her. margarette macaron from orca house stares at her curiously, their lips curving into a slow smile. abel walker and abyss razor of lang house are quite unfazed, and exchange quick glances before turning their attention back to the headmaster.

and rayne ames.

she's seen this same annoyed look on his face a billion times. when people are holding up the lunch queue. when their classmates ask stupid questions in magic history class. and especially when people are late to said class. and she hates it, every time.

still panting from the exertion, she somehow manages to pull herself together, standing at her fellow adler prefect's side. the irritation radiating off rayne is practically palpable. she chooses to ignore that, bowing deeply to the headmaster.

“my deepest apologies, headmaster. a bunch of rowdy sophomores were brawling in the magical medicine corridor, and i got held up breaking the fight up.”

wahlberg only chuckles, much to her relief. “good to see you’re already doing your duties even before the year’s officially begun, prefect. your tardiness is excused.”

“thank you, sir.”

he starts to pace back and forth behind his table, and she groans internally. wahlberg is infamous for his lengthy chats with students - though one might call them half-hour-long soliloquies, more accurately. “i’ll keep this short,” he says, and she finds she doesn’t believe him one bit.

“we have a very important matter at hand this year, hence why i appointed an extra prefect for some houses…” his voice trails off as margarette raises their hand. “yes, prefect macaron?”

“forgive my bluntness, but why not for orca?”

“hmm.” wahlberg is temporarily stunned at the unexpected boldness of the question. “i suppose no other third-year in house orca was fit to serve in this role.”

she tries to hide her smirk, and the corners of abel’s mouth seem to twitch ever so slightly. margarette seems sufficiently satisfied with his answer, nodding serenely.

“prefect ames, you would have already been informed of this, but the bureau of magic has reason to believe that the magical world will soon be in danger. perhaps we already are.” 

he says it calmly but earnestly, and to hear these words from one of the greatest mages that ever lived is more than enough to send shivers down her spine. 

“at present we are safe enough, but i require your assistance in keeping the student body from harm. after all, the youth of our world are also the future of our world. if you see any of your peers - or professors - acting strangely, report to me directly and immediately. we cannot have any student or teacher corrupted and indoctrinated by evil. is that understood?”

they all nod, and wahlberg dismisses them soon after, just as he had promised.

“the old man's gone insane,” abel states matter-of-factly, his tone clipped as always; it makes her bristle. “surely if we were in any real danger, the bureau would already have taken measures to protect the public.”

“we have our reasons,” rayne says coolly. “i wouldn't expect you to understand them.”

“bold of you to speak on the behalf of the bureau-”

“enough.” she steps in between the two of them, arms crossed. “i didn't just break up a fight between some dumb adler and lang sophomores so the two of you can mouth off outside wahlberg's office. we're in this together. i hope you understand that.”

abel stares at her, eyes almost empty. his jaw clenches ever so slightly, but she doesn't break eye contact.

finally, he lets out a small noise of annoyance.

“abyss, let's go.” he turns on his heel and starts to walk away, abyss trailing behind him. margarette takes their leave as well. 

“i could've handled it myself,” she hears rayne say coldly from behind her.

glad to see you haven't changed one bit, she wants to say, but holds her tongue. “didn't seem like it,” she challenges instead.

the divine visionary stalks past her. not even bothering to look back. “refrain from being late next time” is his only reply. “it's very unprofessional.”

she sees him disappear around the corner, and her hands clench into fists, bunching up the fabric of her robe.

oh, she really, really hates rayne ames.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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i think i fell in love all over again...

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SHE IS LITERALLY THE BEST Margarette haters dni

Also like. The only relationship tag for her that popped up on AO3 while I was typing stuff in was her x Mclooy and like. No more? Not even an x reader? No Maggie love? What?

OOOOOOO???? WHAT??? NO WAY SHE SEEMS LOVELY!!-Bibi

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Captive - Part 2

Character pairing: King!Ivar x Slave!Reader

Summary: You find yourself a captive of King Ivar the Boneless.

Words: 1,721

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon, slavery and sexual content. Explicit 18+ only, please read at your own risk.

You woke slowly as your eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. Your whole body tensed as the night before came flooding back to you and you scowled as you looked down at the arm curled tightly around your waist. Your back was pressed against Ivar's bare chest and you could feel his every breath, his every exhale as warmth tickled the back of your neck. The intimacy was overwhelming and you felt your insides twist.

You slowly untangled yourself from his hold, careful as you sat and rose from the bed. You moved with careful steps to retrieve your undershirt from the floor and you slipped it on to cover what modesty you had left.

You watched the king as he slept. He looked peaceful, almost boyish without a sneer marring his handsome features and you couldn't deny the flutter in your core when your eyes roamed over his torso. His torso and arms were well muscled and his skin was smooth, accented with black ink that told stories of the gods.

You could not stop the heat from rising in your cheeks as she thought back to the evening before, the way that his hands and mouth had caressed your skin and how his fingers touched your most intimate parts, forcing you to experience a pleasure you had never felt, not even by your own hands.

He had forced you, you had no choice, it was against your will you told yourself as the guilt settled in your heart. You knew that this was only the beginning of his games. You sneered at his unconscious form before you looked around the room for a weapon, he must have taken the hairpin from the table when you fell asleep.

You spotted his armour discarded in the corner and creeped towards it, sneaking glances back at Ivar every time the wood creaked beneath your feet. You searched the pile until you found his weapon belt, his axe was gone but a small iron blade remained. You gripped the cold metal between your fingers as you returned to the bed.

Ivar could feel your eyes on his body, he had heard your quick inhale as you had looked over his bare skin and he had to supress his grin. He thought of your naked body, the way that you had moaned for him and how your body had convulsed in when he brought you to ecstasy.

A strange pressure had settled in his groin as he had you panting against the furs and his trousers had tightened as he had played with your body. He had never been hard before, not with Margarette, nor with the few other slaves that had dared to try, but with you spread out beneath him he was as hard as rock. He ached to be inside of you and experience the pleasure that your wet heat could give him.

You were a puzzle to him and he wanted to solve you; he wanted to know of your life back in Ireland, what made you smile, what made you angry, but most of all he wanted to know your secrets. You had told him that her father was Viking, which explained your fighting ability but Ivar wanted to know exactly what you were capable of, to see what kind of damage you could do on the battlefield, whether you were truly a Valkyrie.

He felt the weight of your body settle on his waist as you straddled him and he chuckled as sharp metal settled against his throat.

“Oh Valkyrie, if you wanted to play rough you need only ask.” He groaned as you took hold of the end of his braids and tugged sharply, further exposing his throat and pressed the blade in to his skin more firmly.

“You are going to release me and the girl and you will organise us safe passage back to Ireland.” Ivar's eyes narrowed playfully.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you don't want me to slit your throat and watch as your blood stains these expensive furs.” He grinned as you stared him down, your eyes dark with anger and lips pulled back to bare your teeth.

“And if you did my men would kill you, but not before having their fun with that girl whilst you are made to watch. How far do you think you would get before they would catch you, hm?”

Your mouth pulled into a frown, with no fear of death you had no leverage over him and he was right, you had seen the number of soldiers posted around the longhouse alone. Kattegat was a crowded place, even if you managed to find Alva amongst all of the buildings and other thralls you doubted that you would both be able to make it to the forest's edge before his men caught you. You bit your lip as you weighed your options.

“I want you to guarantee Alva's protection.” His eyes narrowed at that. You didn't plead for your freedom, or you own protection, only the girl's wellbeing. Who were you to each other? Ivar considered your demand before his eyes locked with yours.

“And what would I get in return for her protection?” You took a deep breath and looked away, shame weighed heavily in your heart.

“My compliance. I will do as you ask, so long as I have your word that she will be protected.”

“You would give all of yourself to me, mind, body and soul to ensure that the girl is safe? Why?” You nodded, your teeth clenched together tightly in anger, knuckles white from your grip on the knife. You couldn't stand the amusement in his eyes or the satisfied smirk on his lips, you were just itching to slice open his flesh and watch as he choked on his own blood.

“She is my family, and family protect each other.”

He hummed as his hand closed over yours on the blade, he pried it from your hand gently and threw it away blindly. His palms settled on your exposed thighs and caressed the skin slowly, testing the waters.

Your breath hitched as his fingers inched higher to your waist, they lifted the hem of your undershirt as they journeyed upwards and his jaw clenched as he took in the newly exposed skin.

"Raise your arms for me." You obeyed his order and straightened your arms, he sat up and removed the garment completely, then he tossed it onto the floor. You avoided his eyes as they roved over your face, he was so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face and your breasts brushed his chest with every inhale.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and suddenly you were on your back, Ivar's body between your legs, pressing you into the furs. His mouth descended on your neck, laying fervent kisses against your sensitive skin, he nipped sharply at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and you yelped, you dug your nails meanly into his chest in retaliation but frowned when he groaned. He pulled back and you scowled as he grinned at you.

"There you are! Now, lay back. You are going to enjoy this."

You kept your eyes on the ceiling as his lips descended your body, he kissed across your breasts and he suckled at your nipple and you whimpered as his tongue flicked across the hardened bud. The action made your core throb and you felt the wetness forming between yours legs from his ministrations.

His mouth moved lower and you looked down in bewilderment as his head sank between your open legs, he grinned devilishly as he eyed your bare sex and lifted your calves over his shoulders. You raised yourself onto your elbows and growled at him.

"What in hel do you think you are doing?" His jaw clenched and he tightened his grip on your left thigh in warning, he tutted at you slowly as if you were a naughty child.

"What did I say Valkyrie?" You huffed loudly as you lay back, you hands clenched into fists, your nails dug into the skin of your palms but it kept you distracted from your tormenter's touch.

You felt his breath on your mound and then his mouth was on your womanhood, ravaging your delicate flesh with his lips and tongue. The feeling was indescribable as he devoured your cunt like a man starved, you moaned loudly as his tongue found your pearl and his traced around it and over it. You whimpered when he suckled it between his lips and gripped the bedsheets tightly, even more so when one of his thick fingers found your entrance and pushed in slowly.

The pressure was building rapidly, tendrils of pleasure creeping from your core to your toes. A second finger joined his first and crooked upwards, pressing against something delicious that made your cunt clench around the intruding digits.

Your hand gripped the back of his head tightly and he groaned against your bud, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. He worked his tongue faster and you rocked your hips with his movements, too far gone from the pleasure to care that he was touching you, you only cared that he didn't stop.

He was almost feral when you came, growling against your sex as he brought you to the peak and shoved you over it, you cried out as his mouth kept working you through the bliss and he only stopped when you tried to close your legs around his head, the oversensitivity was too much.

He grinned madly as he looked you over, cheeks flushed and chest heaving from exertion. your legs splayed wide and pretty cunt swollen and glistening from his attentions, he licked his lips slowly and savoured the taste of your pleasure. Your hatred for him was evident in your eyes and yet he had been able made you sing so beautifully for him, he had won over your body and now all he needed to do was gain your mind. He wanted to consume you.

"Such a beautiful sight and all for me. Do you see now, Valkyrie? The Nornir have weaved the threads of our fate and the gods have willed it. You are mine."

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Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,760

Series Masterlist

Chapter One: Letters

You change the filter of the photo currently on your computer screen, sighing when something is still wrong about it. The lighting is perfect, at least, but something about the tone of the photo just seems...off. You scroll through the filter options, looking for a specific one, and pause when your eyes land on another. Maybe...

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” you tell yourself, clicking on the filter and adjusting the settings. It takes you several minutes, but finally, the image comes to life like you had hoped. “Well...thank God for that.”

“Looks good,” your boss, Mr. Hughs, says, coming to stand behind you. “I had my doubts about these being salvageable, but you’ve done it again, sweetheart.” He places his hand on the back of your chair, and you go through the finished photos with him quickly, showing him side-by-side before and afters. “Amazing. I really thought Trevor had screwed us over, but you’ve managed to save the whole spread. Too bad you weren’t available yourself to take the shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you agree, though you honestly doubt your boss would have let his personal assistant fly to London for two weeks. You don’t know how the man functions without you. He’s slowly let your photography skills be used throughout the office on different local jobs, and has always offered up your editing skills, but you highly doubt he’d let you out of his sight for so long. Especially with the photographer opening available.

“I have a meeting at 12:30, but I shouldn’t need your assistance the rest of the day so I’ve told Margarette you’ll be available to help her get some shots for her piece on graffiti artists around the city. Should she need you tomorrow, since it’s the weekend, I’ll leave that up to you,” he says, placing his hand on your bare shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

Mr. Hughs has never been the most subtle about his more than professional intentions towards you, but you’ve politely brushed them off over the last two years since coming to the magazine. He’s nearly thirty years your senior, and has many qualities you find...lacking, to be polite, not the least his obvious feelings that you belong to him professionally.

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You turn your head in his direction, giving him a polite smile. He nods his head, removing his hand after another moment and returning to his inner office. You shake your head, returning to your computer screen, and move onto the next photo, groaning internally when even the lighting can’t be justified. Honestly, where did this company find these photographers?

~*~

“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me!” Margarette Johnson, one of the best local writers, says the moment you climb into her Tahoe. You smile, buckling your seatbelt and glancing in the backseat at your camera bag. Since you’re not an official company photographer, you supplied your own equipment, which was fine with you. You know your camera better than you know yourself, honestly. “I hope we have enough daylight to get all the art I want, and the right shots, of course. I’ll leave that up to you, though. If you think the lighting is all wrong, we can definitely try again tomorrow or Sunday, if you’re free.”

You turn back to Margarette as she pulls out of the parking garage, nodding. “I’m free all weekend, and I intend on only giving you the best quality.”

She laughs, heading towards the south side of town first. “Oh, I know. That’s why I requested you! You’re hands down the best photographer we have! It’s a shame you’re not official, and that old Hughs is keeping you to himself.” She pouts, and you find yourself laughing. She’s definitely a personality. “You should definitely apply for the photographer opening! You’d definitely get it; we all think so!”

“We?” you ask, shocked.

“Yes, we. Everyone I’ve talked to has mentioned that they hope you apply. We love working with you, and hate that you’re not officially available for use. You would be booked up, flying all around the world on projects! There’s even been a couple of higher-ups talking about selecting you as their official photographer, if you apply that is. We’re all very confident you would get the job.” She glances at you. “You’re honestly too good to be working for a magazine.”

You blink at her, absorbing the information. You had no idea so many people in the company thought so much of your skills; especially top editors. It leaves you with a lot to think about the rest of the drive, and you’re even more conflicted by the time you reach your first destination.

“It’s been touched up since the last time I was here. Good, I had worried about fading,” Margarette muses, taking in the wall of art. You take a few practice shots, forgoing your tripod. It wouldn’t give you the right feel to your photos, you decide. “Try to get them as vibrant and alive as you can—what am I saying! This is you! Just—do you, and I’ll hush!”

You smile, looking over your practice shots and deciding on the best angle for lighting. You crouch down, snapping a few shots, before moving for a different angle. You lose yourself in the camera lens; in the subject in front of you; in bringing to life the moment and object you capture for anyone who views your work. Eventually, you decide you’ve gotten all the shots you need, and turn to Margarette to let her know, only to stop short. “What?”

She’s smiling fondly at you, leaning against the opposite wall. “You’re really in your element there, aren’t you?” She straightens, not letting you answer, and heads back towards her car. “Come on, on to the next one!”

~*~

The last stop of the day is on a rooftop overlooking the city, the sun setting to the left of the wall the graffiti art is on. It makes for a perfect shot, the colors blending together nicely, and you use it to your advantage. You take several shots, and wait for the sun to sink a little lower, before adjusting your position and resuming. Margarette is patient with you, allowing you to take as long as you need on this one. By the time you’re done, the sun has sank below the skyscrapers, illuminating them in a way that pulls at you. You snap a couple of pictures for yourself, debating on whether the new background works for the art, and take a couple anyway. You can always scrap them later, during editing.

“Okay, I think that’s all for today. Unless you have a site in mind that’s lit up at night?” You quirk a brow at Margarette, and watch as she thinks for a moment. She pouts, shaking her head.

“That would have been a great shot, though. Maybe I should do some research for tomorrow night...” she trails off, turning to look back at the city. “I’m sure there’s something out there that’s perfect.”

You nod, looking down at your camera, before raising it and taking a quick snapshot of Margarette, silhouetted against the cityscape below. She doesn’t notice, and you smile to yourself. You’ll have to surprise her with the photo sometime, you decide.

“Well, I guess we better go. I’ll take you home, unless you have a reason to return to the office?” You shake your head, packing your camera bag up. You push your sleeves up to your elbows out of habit.

“Those are interesting...what language is that?”

You look down at your left arm, noticing for the first time the new writings there, and smile. “It’s Korean. I wasn’t aware they were there, I’m sorry.” You go to tug your sleeve down, but she stops you.

“Don’t ever apologize for your soulmate writings, dear. They’re treasures.” She smiles at you, before looking down at the sprawling script. “I remember those days, before I met my Paulo. It’s a wonderful feeling.” She shows you her wrist, where her permanent soulmate mark is, and traces over it with her fingertip. “Can you read them?”

You run your finger over the neatly written characters:

나를 생각하니, 나의 천사?

You shake your head sadly. “I can speak the language quite fluently, but unfortunately my understanding of the written words is very...lacking. I take pictures of each new appearance, though, so maybe I can look back and decipher them someday. Whenever I find the time to take up my studies again, that is.”

She nods. “I was the same way with Italian, but I pushed myself. You’ll get there, don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it when you meet them, too.”

You finish gathering your things in silence, lost in your own thoughts, before watching the last colors of sunset disappear from the sky as the night sets in fully.

“What time works for you tomorrow? I can be ready whenever,” you say, pulling the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder as the two of you make your way to the stairway.

“Well, if I hadn’t started with the sites I had today, I’d say before sunrise, but none of the other sites really offer the view. Unless you need the lighting?” You think for a moment, then shake your head. “Then how about 7:00? We can grab breakfast before getting to work—my treat. I owe you for this, anyway.”

“That’s not-“

“I’m feeding you one way or another.”

“-okay. 7:00 works for me, then,” you sigh, smiling slightly.

Margarette drops you off at your apartment building after giving you her number and waving goodbye. You can’t help smiling as you make your way up the steps and into the lobby, nodding to the doorman and pulling your keys out of your pocket as you head to the elevator. You live in a relatively more upscale apartment building than you can actually afford, all thanks to your roommate, Skyler Hansen. Her dad owns the building, and she allows you to live with her, rent free. You buy the groceries and necessities, of course, though she insists you don’t have to.

You get out on the third floor, stopping in front of your door just as it swings open, startling you.

“Finally!” Skyler cries out, pulling you inside, slamming the door behind you. “Where have you been! You got off work hours ago!” She crosses her arms across her chest, foot tapping against the hardwood floor.

You blink at her, confused. Neither of you really care about the other’s schedule, coming and going as you please, so this encounter is odd to say the least. “I was taking photos for a spread about local graffiti artists...is everything okay, Sky?”

She holds out her hand, and you notice for the first time she’s holding an envelope. You look at her questioningly, and she flips it over. It’s addressed to you, but it’s the return address that’s got your eyebrows raising nearly into your hairline.

It’s from the office of the CEO of the magazine company you work for.

“I have been itching since getting that out of the mailbox to know what’s inside,” Skyler says, taking your arm and leading you to sit at the dining table. “Open it!”

Your hands shake slightly, wondering what the envelope could hold. You tear open the fold, pulling out the letter, and quickly skim the contents, your eyes widening the whole time. You reread it, thinking there must be a mistake, and your breath catches.

“Well?” Skyler asks, leg bouncing next to yours beneath the table. You glance her way before handing her the letter, clasping your hands together on the table in front of you when she practically rips it from your hands. “What the—no fucking way!” She looks back at you. “Babe!”

You exhale shakily, eyes tearing up, and she grabs you in a crushing hug. “They want me to take the photographer opening—the CEO himself is offering me the job, without an application!” The tears start to fall, and you laugh at the feelings bursting in your chest.

Skyler pulls back, fixing you with one of her looks. “You’re going to accept, of course.” Her tone leaves no room for argument, and you hurriedly nod. “Good, because, babe, this is a sign if I’ve ever seen one. You’re going places!”

You wipe at your tears, looking down at the letter on your table. The fact that he had sent you a letter, instead of a simple email, shows how serious he is about this decision and offer. You smile to yourself, thinking back to what Margarette had said earlier. Things were finally looking up for you.

~*~

“What do you mean, you’ve accepted the job offer?”

You wince at the loudness of Mr. Hughs’ voice, and his tone, but stand firm. You’re standing in front of his desk, having just pointed out your buried resignation letter to him. “I mean just that, Mr. Hughs. I’ve accepted Mr. Singh’s offer to be a company photographer, starting immediately.”

He looks at you with incredulousness. “You didn’t even consult with me! I didn’t even know you had applied!”

You sigh, clasping your hands in front of you. “I don’t need your permission, sir. It’s my decision, and I’ve made it.” You pause. “I didn’t send in an application, either. Mr. Singh requested me for the job, personally.” His mouth opens and closes, and you smooth down your skirt. “If that is all, I’ll take my leave. My replacement has already been brought up to speed on how you like things done, and is proficient in her duties. It’s been a privilege to work for you, Mr. Hughs.”

You turn on your heel, leaving him sitting in shock at his desk, and let the smile fall into place on your face. You honestly don’t know how this has come as such a shock—you’ve spent the last two weeks training your replacement right in front of the man, after all.

You say goodbye to the new personal assistant in the outer office, picking up your box of things and your bag and walking out the door, into the main area of the floor. You look over the cluster of sectioned desks and milling people, before making your way to the elevator, and your new office on the seventh floor.

When the doors to the elevator open, all heads turn in your direction. You pause, one foot forward, but lift your head and proceed. People smile at you, congratulating you on landing the job, on your skills as a photo editor and photographer, and say they can’t wait to work with you. You smile, tension easing from your shoulders as you make your way to your office cubical, setting your box of belongs down.

“Hey, new girl,” a voice calls, and you turn to see Margarette walking towards you, a smile on her face. “Glad to see you in your rightful place, finally.”

“Glad to be here,” you respond. “How did you like the photos?”

“They were perfect, of course! I’m having a hard time narrowing the selection down for the spread, actually.” She sighs, but the smile doesn’t leave her face. “So, have you gotten your first assignment yet?”

“Not-“

“There you are.”

You both turn, watching as a man walks towards you. You recognize him immediately as one of the top writers of the company’s entertainment magazine, Mason Floyd. You assume he’s addressing Margarette, so it surprises you to realize his eyes are on you.

“Mr. Floyd-“

“Mason, please.” He holds his hand out to you, and you shake it with a firm grip. “I cannot tell you how long I have been waiting to get my hands on you. Hughs definitely kept you under lock and key, didn’t he?”

“He sure did,” Margarette agrees. “I’ll catch up with you later. See ya!” You watch as she walks off, before returning your attention to Mason.

He smiles at you, leaning against the wall of your cubical. “I was hoping to catch you before anyone else did—I have a job for you.”

“You do?” You ask, surprised.

He nods, smiling. “How do you feel about international travel?”

To be honest, you’ve never traveled outside of the United States, not for lack of wanting. “I’m entirely open to the idea, sir.”

“Good. What about extended stays? Say, a month?” Your eyes widen, but you nod. “Excellent. Last question...what do you know about K-Pop sensation BTS?”

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