#besides orter

[his-saiko]

[lanshappycorner]

Hi there! I had a thought come to mind and of course it’s mashle and especially about my favorite pair of brothers, wirth and orter. Like say orter is on a mission or whatever and he gets hit with like a reverse age spell or something and he gets turned into a little kid again and everyone is trying to get to come out of hiding and they need wirth to come get him. I kind of seem him kind of as a shy or quiet kid and is kind of stranger danger, but what do you think? It can even be vice versa and wirth becomes little wirth again. I dunno it’s something floating around my head and I need a fellow mutual. (Sorry if it’s so long)

Its okay !! I love long asks just go wild with it honestly (lots of text tho so I'm making my reply small font <3)

BUT YES!! Ive been thinking abt this for a while too, I also think orter would be a pretty quiet and cautious kid !! he is smart✨ I also think that he'd be shy and sweet around ppl he's unfamiliar w (if theyre not a threat to him), but with people hes closer to he might be a bit more snarky lol

Also i imagine that wirth is actually unfamiliar with this side of him because orter wasnt rly close to him growing up, and in his teenage-adult yrs hes never been on the other side of his brother's genuine wrath so (orter's sarcasm is reserved for his best friends and enemies)💀 he interacts with baby orter and hes like what the fuck who is this (<guy who has never been sassed by his older brother once)

Also I read this ask and desperately needed to draw it so take this too (ft. kaldo)

[mellifluouaamor]

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. his reaction to you asking him, “what if i suddenly disappeared one day?”

author's note. reader's relationship with the boys is up to your interpretation! but reader is implied to be orter's betrothed here c;

as a blank look crosses his face, MASH almost drops the cream puff he was eating upon registering your question. he stops for a moment to think what exactly made you ask him that, but when he can't come up with any reason he decides to ask you a question of his own. "did something happen?"

when you don't answer him, he clenches a fist beside his head. someone must be threatening you - why else would you ask him that out of nowhere? "tell me his name. i'll punch the stuffing out of him so he doesn't bother you again."

mash is puzzled when you wave your hands around frantically, claiming that nobody is bothering you. "i was just curious!" you exclaim, "don't think about it too deeply. i just wanna know how you'd feel and what you'd do if it happens."

he hums thoughtfully as he continues eating his cream puff. the thought of you suddenly disappearing makes his chest feel heavy. losing you is like losing his pops - but ten times worse. he visibly deflates and stops eating, which worries you. when you place a hand on his shoulder, mash grabs that same hand and pulls you towards him.

"if you suddenly disappeared one day... i'll be sad. but i'll find you," he says, cupping your cheek which grows warm under his touch, "and i'll keep trying until i do."

FINN would stare at you like you've just told the entire world his deepest and darkest secret. a few seconds pass, and the freckled first-year then clings to your sleeve as if he's a child about to be left behind by his mother. "wh-what? why would you ask that? where would you go? why would you go? is... is everything okay...?"

you could tell that he's becoming more anxious with every second that ticks by from the way he's clenching his fists against your robe. you reassure him that everything is okay and he relaxes a little, but he's still bothered by your question.

"then why are you asking me...?" he asks, trailing off. he's starting to think that you're actually hiding something from him and becomes jittery again. he grips your arm tightly, afraid that you'll disappear into thin air if he doesn't, and you wince; you swear that he's cutting off the blood circulation in your arm.

when you tell him that you're only asking for fun, that does little to ease his nerves. "but i can't get it out of my head! i'm scared- i don't want you to disappear without a trace!"

for the next few days, finn would become extra clingy and glue himself to your side whenever he can. lance and dot would cast judging looks his way, but he couldn't care less. as long as he's with you, there's no way you'd suddenly disappear, right?

LANCE rolls his eyes at your question. "like that'll ever happen. you don't even know how to cast the transportation spell properly." despite his words, he's a bit concerned that something might be happening to you behind his back or you're sick, and you're not telling him about it.

"oh come on, you know that's not what i meant!" you exclaim, "just answer my question!" he lets out a quiet sigh. folding his arms over his chest, he stares straight ahead and thinks about what he'd do if you were suddenly gone from the academy one day.

"there's not much to do except to ask your friends and teachers where you went. if they don't know, then i'll search for you myself." there's a pause, and you tilt your head curiously as he looks down, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. "i'll keep looking until i find you." after that, lance doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day.

the following morning, your friends tell you that lance was borderline interrogating them about your private life last night, making you internally question his intentions. you can feel someone's gaze on your back as you go about your day, making you scared of the prospect of someone stalking you.

you also notice that lance has been overly attentive towards your activities over the course of the week, asking questions such as, "where's your next class? which friend are you going to sit with? what class do you have after that?"

DOT doesn't think much about it at first and just laughs. "disappear? where are you even planning to go?" with a beam, he slings an arm over your shoulder. "don't think of going anywhere without me! wherever you go, i'll follow!"

you laugh along, unable to continue the conversation with how much of a cheery fellow he is.

later on, dot's mind would drift back to your question. he knits his eyebrows together, wondering why you would even ask him that. is someone bullying you? or maybe... he stands up abruptly and slams his hands on his desk, disrupting the class as he shouts, "I OFFENDED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING?!"

even when he's told to stand outside of the classroom until the class ends as punishment, he couldn't stop thinking about it. he's itching to barge into your classroom to ask you, but holds himself back from getting into further trouble.

during one of your breaks, dot would pull you aside and hold your shoulders firmly as he stares into your wide eyes. "look, i'm sorry for whatever i did. i'll apologise a thousand times if i have to," he says, and after a brief pause he adds, "just don't go anywhere i can't follow."

RAYNE is immediately alarmed by your question, and he turns to face you with his usual frown deepening. he then grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving and asks, "what do you mean? spit it out. what happened?"

he won't let you go until you tell him everything. he doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he's worried, and the worst case scenario keeps surfacing in his mind. this is why he didn't want people knowing that you're close to him; you might be used against him, or even worse, hurt because of him.

"please, (y/n). tell me if something's wrong," he implores. he can't bear the thought you disappearing right before his eyes, and he really thinks that your life is in danger. even when you say that you're asking the question in a general sense, he's not about to take any chances.

rayne would ask max to look after you in his place and to keep tabs on your activities, as well as the people you'd frequently interact with. max thinks that he's overthinking but does it all anyway because he understands rayne's concern for your safety and well-being.

rayne would also make an effort to spend more time with you outside of classes so that he can guard you himself. you'll have to give him plenty of reassurance to convince him that nobody is out to get you.

ABEL drops his doll; that's how shocked he feels when you asked him that haunting question. why would you ask him that, knowing that he had lost his mother when he was a child? do you want to torture him by disappearing without a single trace of your existence?

you immediately regret asking him that and try to apologise. before any words could leave your mouth, abel pulls you into a tight hug with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other around your shoulders. his gesture catches you off-guard, rendering you speechless.

"please don't," he whispers, "i feel the safest with you. if anyone or anything tries to take you from my side, i swear i'll take you back." without you, abel would truly be a lost child searching endlessly for the warmth that had left him.

the following day, you'd find abel and abyss as your scary dog privilege on campus.

"... are you actually scared of me?" ABYSS gives you a melancholy smile as he asks you a question of his own. he had always dreaded the day that you would admit your fear of him because of his evil eye; although he knew that you would never leave him simply because of that, he still can't help but be scared of the slightest possibility that you might.

he slowly reaches for your face and gingerly cups your cheek, as if he's scared that you might reject him and pull away from his touch. he lets out the bated breath he didn't know he had been holding when you don't, and caresses the soft skin with his thumb.

"i know it's selfish of me to say this... but please don't leave me. you're all that i have, and life is only worth fighting for when you're there," he admits. abyss had a rough past where he was unloved even by his own parents, so when you approached him with a smile that shines like the light of dawn, he found himself unable to let go of your outstretched hand.

however, if the situation ever calls for it, he's willing to learn to let go. "if there ever comes a time when you're no longer by my side... then i'll accept it. but if anyone tries to take you against your will..." there's a pause as his left eye glints. "then i'll make sure that they're the ones who disappear."

WIRTH lets out a loud laugh before leaning towards your face with a smirk. "And who would dare to take you away from me?" he'll gladly challenge anyone who attempts to do so, and he's confident that he'll win. "you've always been bad at hide and seek too, so how would you even hide from me?"

"just answer the damn question," you say with a huff, "it's not that deep. it's only a 'what if'." propping his chin on the palm of his hand, he mulls over what you had asked. if you disappeared because someone took you away...

"well, i'll simply find you and make the perpetrator suffer," he replies, "by the time i notice your disappearance, you wouldn't have gone far anyway." then, there's a long, awkward pause as wirth averts his gaze, like he wants to say something else but is reluctant to.

after a moment, he adds in a more serious tone, "if you need any protection, don't hesitate to find me. i promise i'll keep you safe." you can't help but feel a bit shy hearing those words come from him.

CARPACCIO is eerily silent. he doesn't even look at you. he could only try to think of what his life would be like in your absence… and decides that he doesn't want to consider the possibility.

"disappear where?" he asks as he finally meets your nervous gaze, "would you disappear unwillingly? or of your own accord?" cupping his chin, he thinks about your question more thoroughly and tries to apply it in the different situations he could come up with.

"if you were taken against your will, then the most logical thing to do is rescue you," he answers, spinning his knife around his fingers, "and of course, i'll make sure that whoever kidnapped you will be in so much pain that they wish they're dead." a slight shiver went down your spine; you could actually see carpaccio doing that.

"but if you left on your own, then..." carpaccio trails off for a moment, unsure of how to vocalise his thoughts. "... i'd still find you, i guess. and try to figure out why you left."

carpaccio knows that the question you asked is merely hypothetical... but he can't stop himself from thinking that he may have done something to make you consider disappearing from his life. he'd try to figure out what instigated those thoughts of yours before finally asking you.

"i have ways of looking for missing people. just finding you would be child's play," ORTER answers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "is that all you'd like to discuss with me? please stop wasting my time with your nonsensical questions. if you're that unhappy with our engagement, take it up with my father."

he doesn't want to admit it, but he's actually thinking about your question far too much to the point that it's affecting his daily life. he gets visibly agitated whenever he's not in your presence, which doesn't go unnoticed by kaldo, who proceeds to tease him. "what got you so nervous, hm? worried that your future spouse won't be happy with you once you're married?"

if renatus happens to be passing by, he'd join in by saying, "he brought it upon himself. who asked him to be an ass fiance? i wouldn't be surprised if they plan on disappearing from his sight."

renatus' words would get orter thinking. after pondering your question more, he'd come to the conclusion that you feel neglected and are planning to leave him soon. the mere thought makes his chest feel painfully tight, and he'd drop whatever he's doing to search for you.

the longer he takes to find you, the more anxious he feels inside. the moment he sees you, he'd grab your shoulder and roughly turn you around to confirm that it's really you. you're surprised to see the dread on his countenance, which gradually dissipates once he's sure that he has found you.

there's a flash of guilt in his eyes, and as he gently takes your hand in his, he quietly says, "i'm sorry. please... don't ever leave my side."

(you can read kaldo's part here)

[sakumz]

a/n : this man. knows how to drive one crazy hj ------------------------------------------------------

[ m. orter x fem reader ]

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" mind if I take that seat? " a voice you know all too well says beside you, you look up from stirring your drink to see orter.

" sure, " you said and a veil of awkward silence pours. orter took this as an opportunity to order a drink and another bottle for both of you. thanking him as he pushes up his spectacles.

" you approve of that mash kid? " orter takes a sip of his drink as he awaits your answer.

" he did play my game... as a divine visionary I guess its only fair I keep my end of the bet ? I suppose you can say I've given my full support in that non magic guy. " you cheekily smile.

" I can't believe you made him play hide and seek. were you even trying to make it hard? no less the toy plush you're using is the size of a child. " he points to your bear companion, sitting by your side.

" it had murderous intentions... nearly killed that freckle kid. " you can't help but try not to laugh at the memory, even making your bear turn to face orter.

he wasn't faze, only rubbing his head. ryoh, rayne and kaldo already approve of the boy. with you, that's almost half of the divine visionary approving the boy. maybe he should assassinate him in secret? would that make you cry? you do have a soft spot for people younger than you. sometimes putting shows and playing with random children on the streets whenever he and you are on patrol duty.

" I still can't believe you. " he extends his hand with his wand, pushing your bear away. it fell to the ground and disappeared. your magic probably made it disappear when it touched the ground.

you lean in close, close to kissing orter but you can't help but giggle. he's such a child. was he mad at your approval to mash?

instead of a kiss, you were met with a headbutt.

" what the heck? " you rub both your hands at the wound.

" you're a betrayer. why would I kiss a betrayer of my heart? " he says it so calmly, it did tick you off.

" oh come on, he won... not really fair since the first round, my bear was the hider and he nearly got beaten to a pulp the moment he was found by the red hair and mushroom hair. there wasn't any rules so my bear was allowed to shrink... " you mumbled the last part as orter can't help but remember the first time you made him and the rest of the visionary play your hide and seek game.

everyone was easily found but the second it was your turn to hide your bear. you shrunk it to the size of a coin, hiding it in kaldo's honey. they only found it when kaldo nearly choke at the feeling of something. thank goodness the bear was just illusion like, it disappeared the moment kaldo starts coughing. you summon it in your palm as you present to the rest, the size of the bear and how they've won since no one surrendered. everyone nearly killed you that day.

" what's so funny? " you pout at the sandman when he starts laughing at the memory. he's getting tipsy from the drinks too.

" nothing. I love you so much, betrayer of my heart. " he leans to plant a kiss on your head.

" don't call me that, if you said to kill him. I would've done it. " you kick his leg as he sighs.

" you won't. you won't do things without reasons. you fail to follow rules too, " he flicks your forehead.

he was right, having met him when he was newly announced as a visionary. he knew you quite well. too well sometimes. it's only fair since he's your lover. you sigh before grabbing his cup and putting it away from him.

" well, no matter what, I'd still listen to you. just maybe I do wish this mash kid make a change. the magicless and magic living together doesn't sound all too bad. we're all humans, after all. the status quo doesn't matter to me when life is involved. I've seen my share of bloodshed. change isn't all too bad either, orter. " he can't help but flush a little at your reprimand.

in his head, you were right and wrong. he loves you dearly and would support you. the status quo is something he cherishes to an extent. he feels a kiss to his cheek as he meets your eyes after, one so full of love.

" let's go home, this talk won't change my mind and I won't force it upon you to approve of mash. just don't make things hard for the poor guy, " your words obviously went in and out the other ear. orter was set on ending mash. even the words of his dearest may not be important at the moment.

" you're such a child, " he stirs to which you narrow your eyes at him, one close to a glare.

" says the big baby, I can literally beat you in a fight if I take down your weakness first. " you raise a fist.

" oh yeah, what's the weakness? " he had his hand prompting his face, tilting it to the side as he smiles uncharacteristically.

" your glasses. once it's out of the way, you're done for. " you smile back as your fisted hand made impact to his face, not physically and painfully punching him. just a light tap.

" I thought you'd say you're my weakness. " he was really getting drunk as he giggles to himself.

" what, you're my weakness. " you playfully pout as orter grabs you to give you a hug.

" go home, idiots. " the bartender sighs at your antics. giving him a soft chuckle as you feel orter's weight on you.

he had fallen asleep. you summon one of your plush toys to help pay the bill from your wallet and then a few more to help you carry the man. how you hope he'd forgotten half of what happened tonight and the fact you paid instead of him. he'll definitely make a fuss if he knew, but what's the point of being rich as a divine visionary if you can't spend. he loves you to death just like you love him too. complicated relationship but there's so much love in it. orter enjoys your company and he's forever thankful for your existence.

[jals-stuff]

just an assistant..?

Orter Madl x f!reader

Sure, being his assistant is great... but what if you could get more than that?

Warnings: nsfw! SMUT with female reader, flirty reader, kind of rough?, swearing, dom!orter, semi-public fornication, bossy orter.

MDNI please! Not cool :(

Note: again with no sleep. this has been stuck in my head all day. gods know I love this man. barely proofread, probably bad english (*apologises in french*).

Word count: 3k ish

hope you'll enjoy. (ps: to all of the orter simps who reblog my stuff, y'all hashtags are absolutely heartwarming and i tear up everytime. love you all xoxo <3)

Flirting was never your thing. 

You were a quite discrete young woman and your definition of a good way to flirt was to stare at the one you’re interested in, in hopes they would make the first move. But as years went on, you realised it probably wasn’t an efficient technique. Giving up on love forever had crossed your mind several times… or, well, that was until you met a certain workaholic man.

You had worked extra hard to earn a position as Orter’s assistant, and you were quite happy with it. Working around him was refreshing in a way that most of the things you had to do was bringing him coffee, delivering and bringing his paperwork (an impressive quantity of it, you would’ve never guessed the Bureau required so much of it) and reminding him of meetings and important appointments; simple tasks that didn’t require much effort.

Orter was never the kind of man to talk a lot about his feelings, or talk in general, but there was something you couldn’t quite pinpoint that gave him such an irresistible charisma. Was it his impeccable appearance on a daily basis, or maybe his flawless allure? Perhaps the authoritative voice and golden eyes were a part of it? It was hard to tell; but it was rather obvious that you liked him quite a lot.

This is when your personality shifted completely. You don’t get anything without trying, and you were definitely going to shoot your shot with him. How? …by flirting, of course! Sure, you were potentially awful at it, but he was rather dense when it came to this, so he probably wouldn’t know the difference.

However, most people would call it seduction rather than flirting, the way you bent over slightly more than necessary when picking something up, or how your hand brushed delicately against his own when you handed him documents, even the way you looked at him. Every single gesture was carefully calculated in order to make him see you as more than his assistant.

He was so hardworking and diligent, it was hard not to root for him. Besides, with the amount of effort he put into every single working day, the poor man was probably very stressed out, and quite honestly… the things you would do to him if only to allow him to… alleviate this stress was between you and the gods only. 

Today was a regular day and your shift had just started. You had brought him coffee, as usual, and were sitting in a corner of his office to arrange his meetings and appointments at reasonable hours and within convenient timings to try and make his life easier, but the schedule you had made for him required inspection, and so, you slowly stood up and graciously made your way to his chair, your hand softly reaching for his shoulder.

“Mr. Mádl,” you cooed, leaning a bit towards him, your voice just deep enough to hit these sultry notes. “Your schedule is complete, please do tell me if you see any… issues with it.” You trailed off, slowly brushing your hand off him. He gave it a quick glance, then looked up at you for a second, his expression unreadable, before reading the schedule you had handed him.

You leaned in a bit closer, your shoulder close to his now and your face too, your delicate fingers pointing out certain things that might still need approval on the other party or a few elements you’d change if he so desired. He simply gave a nod and handed it back to you, and you made sure that your soft hands would very faintly caress his own as you took the paper back. “Thank you, I’ll get your coffee now~” you purred with a slight chuckle, and at this point he was just feeling disoriented. 

“Don’t leave yet, I have questions.” His voice was, as per usual, unreadable; Orter always had this same flat tone and it was quite hard to discern his emotions. “You have been very… tactile, for a while now.” He crossed his arms softly and lowered his glasses a little bit, his eyes on you. “Care to explain?”

So he had noticed. What to do now? Should you come clean and confess that you’re intentionally flirting with him, or should you pretend you’re innocent and plead not guilty? The latter was probably safer if you wanted to keep your job, because openly flirting with your boss was a shitty idea from the start anyway, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Pray, tell, whatever are you talking about, Mr. Mádl?” You mused, your fingertips hiding your lips and this faint smile while your gentle eyes rested on his. “Is everything alright?” You faked concern, your eyes supposedly betraying a hint of worry, and he only gave a sigh and closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

“Miss (L/N), I may be dense, but I am no fool.” He started calmly, but anyone could’ve told he was running short on patience, and you were probably not going to help with this. “If you value your position at the Bureau, I would suggest you cooperate when I ask you a question.” Orter opened his eyes again, his doubtful gaze on your deceitful eyes.

“Oh, Mr. Mádl…” you sighed softly with a gentle smile as you took a few steps back towards his desk and softly put the schedule back on it, then slowly made your way to his chair, leaning forwards just enough so your cleavage was a tiny bit revealing. “Let a girl feel attractive, at least for herself~” you cooed again, and he seemed to lose patience even more.

You looked at his glasses on the tip of his nose, at his tie that was obviously too tight, at his shirt you would love to see on the floor, and at his hands, then his lips… before looking back into his eyes with sultry eyes and a gentle, polite smile. You couldn’t help but run your fingers against his forehead, brushing away his soft bangs, your hand then landing on his shoulder and softly caressing its way away from him.

“But I will admit…” You brought your fingertips to your lips again to conceal this faint, smug smile that was creeping up on your face now. “...I do enjoy being tactile around such a… handsome man.” A small giggle escaped your lips as you playfully stuck your tongue out to try and get a reaction out of him.

“You are infuriating, you know that?” He spat, his scolding glare on yours. You raised both eyebrows in surprise; seeing Orter speak his mind was very uncharacteristic and frankly enough, you didn’t expect him to feel this bothered with your behaviour. Were you going to stop teasing him though? Absolutely not. You gave a pout and pushed his glasses back into their spot and took a few steps back, making him angrier than he was before.

Your flirtatious personality was pissing him off more than anything else, but you couldn’t help it, he was just that irresistible. Even though you knew you would probably ruin your chances with him, deep inside, you knew he was just a man, and no matter how lawful he was, he would eventually give in. After all, he couldn’t resist his adorable assistant… right?

“Damn…” You trailed off, looking at him with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed. “You look very sexy when you get angry.” Oh, the look he gave you was priceless. You could feel all the intensity of his golden eyes right into yours, and he stood up slowly, walking towards you. He stopped and looked down at your smug smile.

“You are insufferable— worse, even.” He sighed deeply, clenching his fists. “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” He grabbed you by the collar, his expression way more serious than you thought it would be. It wasn’t the playful argument you had hoped for; he was genuinely mad this time. It was quite a surprise to you, but his behaviour had finally changed and you could not let this opportunity slide.

“Do your worst, Mr. Sandman~!” You teased with a chuckle, and were only met with a low growl and a rough grab of your waist, pulling you closer to him, your face mere inches away from his. Your eyes travelled down to his lips and you were so, so tempted to kiss him right here, right now to taunt him more… and you did. A quick, gentle peck was all it took for him to run a hand over his desktop and throw all of his paperwork to the floor, pinning you down on your back against his desk.

“Oh I fucking will.”

Orter undid your waistcoat and ripped your buttons off, exposing your chest to his now hungry eyes. He grabbed you by the front of your bra and brought your chest closer to his, his hips pinning yours against the edge of his desk, and suddenly, you realised he was probably going to make you regret everything you’ve done so far. It started with him removing his belt with one hand and holding both of your cheeks with the other one.

He quickly wrapped his belt around your wrists and pinned you back down against the desk, his hand pressing against your belly just enough to keep you from squirming, and he slowly brought it up towards your bra, slipping a finger underneath it to tug a little bit on it. But that wasn’t nearly enough to quiet you down.

“Bit bold, aren’t we, Mr. Sandman?”

He didn’t reply, but instead decided to grab your bra with his fist, and you could feel the disaster happen as he ripped it completely, denying you of your only comfortable bra. A surprised yelp escaped your lips, and he finally started to look satisfied. “Bit shy, aren’t we, Miss assistant?” He asked with a chuckle, yet his face remained completely neutral.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as you didn’t expect him to actually expose you like this and forever ruin a piece of your clothing, but he didn’t stop here. He forcefully folded your arms behind your back, and if you weren’t so turned on by the situation, it would’ve probably hurt you a lot. Now that your hands were out of the way, he brought both hands to your breasts and started feeling them up, roughly pressing them into his calloused palms and fingers. 

Orter’s fingers tentatively rubbed against your hardened nipples, eliciting a quiet groan from you and a slight squirm of your hips, but he quickly held you in place with his own. “Stop squirming, you asked for it.” He grunted with another roll of his hips against your crotch, effectively silencing any protests you had, as they died with another lustful groan.

He could feel his pants becoming tighter and tighter from your sweet sweet voice, and obviously, his clothed boner rubbing underneath your skirt did not help; he could feel your moist panties through his clothing and it was driving him crazy.

“Someone’s enjoying a little discipline, mh?” He asked with a condescending tone, and you couldn’t do anything but nod quickly, your cheeks slightly flushed from how bold he had grown over the last few minutes. Everytime his erection pressed against your aching clit, it felt like you were getting wetter. Your cunt was clenching around nothing and you physically felt the need to have him inside of you.

Unfortunately, he seemed determined to tease you. His hand grabbed both of your cheeks again, making you look straight into his eyes as he leaned forwards and slipped his hand underneath your skirt, running his fingers against your damp panties, making you shiver in delight and sheer lust.

“A-ah, Orter—”

He pressed your cheeks harder in an urge to silence you again, not wanting to hear anything else than your needy groans and whimpers. He slipped his fingers inside your panties and straight-up pressed against your clit, looking into your eyes as you whined loudly, making him raise his eyebrows in a condescending fashion. “Oh~ is my little assistant enjoying her punishment?”

You nodded quickly again, making him bite his lip, his gaze shifting from condescending to lustful, and he couldn’t help but lean forwards, holding your face in place so he could look at you while you squirmed under his touch. He rubbed your sensitive clit harder and faster, listening to your whimpers as if they were a musical masterpiece, licking his lips in hunger at the feeling of your crotch getting wetter.

Orter’s eyes never left yours as he expertly stimulated you further, making your thighs and hips tremble, the feeling of this knot growing inside your stomach. As your trembling reached its peak and your moans got louder, he pulled his hand out of your panties and gave his finger a teasing lick, looking down on you with a mocking glare. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you?”

It was frustrating, so frustrating, but at least you were about to get a real piece of him now. At least, that’s what you could make of it; you were panting and looking at the ceiling when you heard his pants’ zipper go down. He wasted no time and freed his cock from his boxers, immediately rubbing it inside your panties, collecting your juices.

The way his tip rubbed against your puffy clit again sent shocks down your spine and you couldn’t help but whine a bit louder in such a needy, pathetic way. You’d gotten so wet for him, and he was blissfully aware of that fact. He then pushed his tip slightly against your folds, but retracted it and, for the first time, smiled at you; a cruel, mocking smile.

“Beg.”

You couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t want to waste any more time, and so you did not hesitate. Your hips were already bucking into his unwillingly, your body practically physically aching at the lack of his dick.

“Please, please Orter. I’ve been really bad.. Please fuck me into discipline, pl—”

Your sentence did not entirely go through as he pushed forward, effectively filling you up with his large member, making you shakily whimper from the pleasure, as he grabbed both of your hips and started rutting into you like a madman. You couldn’t help but wonder if your coworkers (or anyone walking through the corridor at this very moment) would hear your pitiful cries of pleasure, and it seems he thought the same.

“That’s it, good girl. Let them know how you deserve to be treated.”

Not because he told you so though, but his words made you painfully tighten around his cock, crying out loud in sheer bliss from his rough thrusts and the way your body jolted up everytime he pushed forwards. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes and you couldn’t even see him properly anymore.

Seeing you cry from the pleasure awakened something in him and he decided to make it even worse for you. One of his hands left your hips and moved to your crotch, his thumb teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his nail, making your legs tense up and close around his hips as they immediately raised up and he had to push you back down with the hand that was holding you back as you quite literally wailed from the stimulation.

You were sweaty, flushed, shaking in pleasure and it was clear the paperwork that was under your hips was ruined forever, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. Instead, he pressed his thumb more firmly against your needy clit and rubbed it more and more, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your trembling cunt was clenching around his cock as he plummeted forwards with each movement of his hips, only to see you drool and cry more from his ministrations. He could feel himself get close as well, and decided that you’d be the first to go! What a gentleman.  And so, his thrusts grew in speed and force, and his thumb was practically crushing your clit, forcing loud shaky moans and whines out of your mouth. 

“Orter, ‘m… so close—”

He raised an eyebrow and his lips curved into a smirk as he eyed the way your breasts were bouncing with every slam of his hips into yours. He was also quite sweaty now and his clothes were sticking to his skin uncomfortably, but he needed this release more than anything else.

He kept on drilling into your needy pussy until you started shaking harder, convulsing almost, and your legs closed harshly around his hips, but he didn’t stop rubbing your clit nor thrusting, he only pushed you back down with his other hand as he hungrily grunted in pleasure. “C’mon… come for me, be a good, obedient girl…”

And you couldn’t hold it in anymore; you came and covered his desktop, pants, and carpet in your sweet juices, convulsing from the overstimulation he was giving you as his fingers never stopped rubbing you and he fucked you through your orgasm. It took every fibre of his being not to fill you up immediately as you tightened hard against his cock, and as soon as you were done, he gave one last thrust, holding himself nested deep inside of you, and grunted loudly as he gave you your reward on the spot.

You were softly trembling from the overstimulation, your face covered in sweat, drool and tears, as you found it quite difficult to catch your breath afterwards. He finally retrieved his belt and put his pants back on correctly, adjusting his glasses one more time before walking towards his closet to grab a large coat, and he tossed it at you.

He sighed, then sat back on his chair, crossing his legs, studying your fucked out expression, visibly pleased to see you flustered and blushing from the steamy interaction.  “Go and get me my coffee, miss assistant. And get one for yourself, too. I believe we have important matters to discuss today…”

[seneon]

★ orter mádl doing skincare.

notes. based on this. also @anqelically another belated gift for you besides the stupid eunwoo one 😭😭 tagging @itonashi too ‼️

mr. book and know-it-all has the most perfect skin anyone in the world of mashle could ever have. how did he have such flawless skin that perhaps one night even see their own reflection on his skin at how glowing orter's skin is. the girls of mashle were jealous of the divine visionary at how perfect of a skin he has.

the truth is, he has someone to help him obtain such flawlessness. a freak of skincare as he would call usually call them. they who specialised in beauty and would make the mádl sit down in their lab (room) everyday after his work just to experiment on him (do his skincare). all that just because you hate the horrible sample (pimples) that kept appearing on orter's face randomly.

the man has to tolerate you every single day. so much that he wonders if you actually find it as an everyday routine or a new hobby to perform on him. you were strict about it too. you make him sleep early everyday, make him drink lots of water everyday and is always willing to clean out his pillow sheets. orter is so used to all these things that he does his own skincare before he sleeps nowadays.

but he misses the feeling of your hands on his face, giving him subtle massages that would result in him being so so sleepy. your hands are so gentle on him, almost as if you're treating him like an expensive diamond. so tonight, he reads a book and awaits for you to question him leisurely sitting in his chair.

orter mádl closes the book shut and sat up straight, staring right into your eyes. "i want you to do my skincare tonight." and you'd be so delighted, because you have new products to test on orter's pretty face.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[yusume-the-writer]

Valentine's Day

Decided to do this as a Valentine's Day special, hope you like it

An interesting fact that I discovered is that people who are called Valentina/Valentino/Valentim this day is like an Onomastic birthday (Birthday of someone who is named after the Saint of that day) So happy birthday Valentina/Valentino/Valentim!!!

Summary: How they react to receiving gifts from their s/o on Valentine's Day

Confused

They stand there with their eyebrows widened as they stare at the gift in their hands.

It is not a surprise for them to receive gifts at this time or even hundreds of their admirers

Sometimes it was a hassle to have so many chocolates or gifts

But receiving one of your own? It was something they hadn't imagined, but they liked the idea.

Suddenly he caresses your head and sends you a genuine smile

"Thank you" They say with that sparkle in their eyes that only you and one of the few to witness

They wouldn't mind getting a Valentine's Day gift if it was yours

Tom Knowles, Rayne Ames, Lance Crown, Wirth Mádl, Ryoh Grantz, Carpaccio Luo-Yang, Shuen Getsuku, Lance Crown

Stunned

They just stand there with wide eyes when they see you handing them a gift on Valentine's Day

Surprised and little they are stunned

They never got a Valentine's gift from anyone...unless someone stole them

But receiving a gift from you? They're a blushing mess

Without them realizing it, their face is redder than tomatoes, peppers or any other fruit/vegetable that is red.

"Everything is fine?!?" You say worried about them

"Y-yes!!! Everything is great" They manage to say trying to hide the excitement of getting something for Valentine's Day especially from their s/o

Your cuteness will someday be the death of them

Dot Barrett, Abyss Razor, Cello Morceau, Tron Morceau, Milo Genius, Cell War

Joyful

As soon as they realize that you are witnessing it on Valentine's Day, their surroundings light up

It doesn't matter if they've had a bad day or their expression is dull or they just don't show it, the air around them lights up and even seems to have flowers.

"Really for me!" They say doubtful

"Yes! Besides, today is the day to give a gift to your loved one" You say as you bring the gift to them

Suddenly they reach into your pocket and take out a gift and give it to you

"I thought the same thing" They say laughing a little at the coincidence

You can't help but laugh at the coincidence as they exchange gifts

It seems like you read each other's minds

Finn Ames, Lemon Irvine, Love Cute, Renatus Revol, Kaldo Gehenna, Lovie Rosequartz, Delisaster, Malcolm Curtis, Galuf Gargaron, Margarette Macaron, Max Land, Adam Jobs

Without expression

They just stand there while staring at their present, yet it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

They don't say anything it seems like they didn't like it at all

"If you don't like-" You try to say but suddenly they go through something in your pocket and take out a gift

"...Looks like we had the same idea" They say trying to hide the amusement in their tone as they hand it to you

"Ah! And indeed heh~" You laugh as they exchange gifts

Fate likes to play tricks on you both

Abel Walker, Tsurara Halestone, Agito Tyrone, Orter Mádl, Sophina Biblia, Domina Blowelive, Charles Contini, Lévis Rosequartz, Kenny Clark, Innocent Zero(teenager), Doom, Famin, Epidem, Malta Barrett, Mash Burnedead, Meliadoul Amy(teenager), Wahlberg Baigan(teenager), Olore Andrew, Anser Shinri

[hysel-e]

🌸 Recipe for Romance 🌸

Orter's eyes narrowed as soon as you appeared before him in the hallway of the Police Academy.

"Say no more. I'm well aware that you're ecstatic to see me. I'm delighted to see you too," you greeted him with unmatched enthusiasm.

The only response he could provide was a sigh of vexation.

Beside him stood Alex Elliot, known for his strong sense of justice and someone you had grown quite close to.

"Y/N, how do you always manage to appear around the hall at just the right time with lunch for Orter?" Alex questioned.

"If you weren't aware, teleportation magic exists."

"But that's an advanced spell... and you're a first-year."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Let me offer you some words of wisdom, Alex." You pointed a finger at his face, "For the pursuit of love, no spell is too complex."

"Did you learn that spell just to pop over to the Police Academy every day?"

"Of course. How else would I be able to travel wherever I need to? I'll have you know that I'm currently in the process of learning a healing spell as well in the event he gets injured. Look at how caring and thoughtful I am," you said, swelled with a sense of pride.

"That aside... did you also prepare lunch for me this time?" Alex asked eagerly, his mouth already watering at the thought of your cooking.

You feigned a thoughtful look. "Hmm, let's see... is your name Orter Mádl?"

"That's playing favorites!" he protested.

"I'm kidding. Here's your share as well. Knowing your appetite, I made sure to make your portion bigger," you said, handing him a generously filled lunchbox.

"If it weren't clear as day to everyone that you were pursuing Orter, I would definitely ask for your hand in marriage," he declared, half-joking.

"See how he's much more honest than you, Orter? You should take notes," you said, turning to Orter with a smug smile.

"Taking notes would suggest a level of interest that doesn't exist," he retorted, adjusting his glasses.

"Well then, let's not keep the food waiting," you said, unfazed by his blunt comment.

The three of you made your way to the cafeteria and sat at an empty table.

"Mmmmmm! Good eats!!" Alex exclaimed as he began devouring the lunch you made.

"I'm glad at least one person appreciates my cooking," you said, glancing at Orter. "A word of acknowledgement would be nice."

"The meal is edible," he responded impassively.

"Is that what you would considered praise? You could stand to improve."

He took a deep breath before replying. "It's more than merely edible - it's acceptable."

"I knew it was delicious! After all, I made it," you beamed, choosing to take his words as a compliment.

How you always managed to misconstrue his words, he would never know.

"I'll let you in on a little secret since I like you so much. This particular recipe uses a secret ingredient that makes the food so delicious."

"Curious to know what it is? I don't mind telling you~" you teased, leaning in closer.

"I don't care," he replied flatly, his gaze fixed on his meal.

"The secret ingredient is love!"

"Stop disrupting my lunch," he said, his patience wearing thin.

His words fell on deaf ears as you ignored him and continued, "They say that love is the hardest ingredient of all to add, so now you know how much effort I put into making these delicious lunches for you everyday."

"Your efforts were unsolicited."

"But you still enjoy them, right? Then that's all that matters."

"Where did you get the impression that I find them enjoyable? My only concern is that they're nourishing and edible."

"If you date me, I'll cook nourishing and edible meals like this for you everyday~"

"Consider that fantasy dispelled. Such a thing won't occur in this lifetime."

Your smile widened. "So there's a chance in another life? If that's the case, then I'll traverse the realm to find you again."

The furrow in Orter's brow deepened, and he closed his eyes with a sigh before continuing, "Allow me to rephrase since it appears you don't understand. There is no chance of it happening."

But your grin remained, as bright as ever. "Well, I'm an optimist at heart, so I have hope."

True to routine, the back-and-forth between you two continued on until the lunch break was nearing its end.

"Thanks for the grub today," Alex said.

"No problem. I'm considering trying out some new recipes. Maybe I'll slip a few Cupid gummies into Orter's lunchbox next time," you mused.

If Orter weren't an emotionless machine, you'd figure you would see a vein appearing on his face right now.

"Penal code, Article 33290 - Tampering with another's food, carries a fine of 10,000 lond or a maximum sentence of 15 years!" Alex recited with a hint of mock severity.

"Wait, wait, wait! It was only a joke, I swear!" you quickly said, raising both hands in defense. "I can't afford the fine or imprisonment! How will I prepare your meals everyday if I'm stuck behind bars?"

"As courtesy for today, I'll overlook it just this once," Alex replied, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

"Perhaps I'll sneak chocolate cavities or a fight candy in yours," you muttered under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

The bell's chime echoed through the halls, signaling the end of the lunch break.

As you prepared to return to the main building of Easton Academy, there was one last thing you needed to do.

"Before I leave, I have something special for you," you announced, turning towards Orter.

Orter braced himself, for experience had taught him to expect nothing good from you.

Rummaging through your robes, you appeared to struggle to find what you were looking for.

Finally, with a triumph smile, you pulled out...

A finger heart.

"See ya!" With a wave, you disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Watching you vanish, Alex turned to Orter with a raised eyebrow. "Orter, did you cast some kind of charm spell? Y/N is quite taken with you."

He didn't know how to cast one, nor did he recall ever doing so, but now he was starting to wonder.

For reasons unknown to him, his mood was slightly elevated for the rest of the day.

Trying to find out the exact cause seemed futile, so he chose to simply let it be.

And so began the series of exchanges that would gradually kindle Orter's affection for a certain mage.

.

.

.

Alone in his dorm room after school, Orter couldn't help but replay the scene of you making the finger heart. Despite his attempts to dismiss it, the image stubbornly stuck in his head. He begrudgingly acknowledged the cuteness of the gesture, though he'd never confess it aloud - it would be as likely as hell freezing over.

[arent-we]

"Do you really love me?"

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"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do."

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"Of course, I'll even let this world burn than you not on my side."

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"This world is nothing but ugliness but you make it beautiful."

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"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

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(Reminder: I'm not that good at writing!)

Mashle Characters. (Part 1)

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Mash Burnedead.

Mash: Cream puff... Cream puff- "Y/n I was looking for you." The H/c girl was in the library in the late hours. "Do you want to eat cream puff with me?" The black hair young man asked the girl who still try to busy herself trough the books. "Is there a test?" He sits next to her, and takes out a cream puff. Handing it to her, "...You ignored me the whole day, It hurts." Finally she looks at him.

"Lemon? She's my friend." It doesn't help the H/c girl, it was clearly that, the blond hair girl likes him. "She clearly likes you." The mushroom head boy just silent and looking at her. "But I don't feel the same way as I do to you-"

"Do you really love me?" He didn't get it, of course he do. He only feels this feelings when he is near her.

"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

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Lance Crown.

"Didn't we should study together.?" The H/c girl almost throw the book at that boy but she didn't. "Well, I just wanna study myself."

"That's new to you. Yes I love you... Beside of Anna."

"How did you know, what I'm going to ask!?" The blue hair boy just looked at her and sits beside her, doing their daily study date.

"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do."

"I CAN'T!!!"

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Dot Barrett.

"My female lead-" "No. Go to that lemon of yours." Dot who just saw her, in the empty hallway. "What?? What do you mean-" The H/c girl pouts at him. "Love told me before, when I'm still not studying here. You said you're engaged to lemon."

"It was before!" Dot try to reason, there was now a girl who he really likes. Why would he even find someone else? "Do you really love me?"

"Y/n what the f- stop being an over thinker. But I do, I really do." Dot said sincerely, he appreciates her. Everything she do for him, he will not waste her, he rather injure himself if he did.

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Finn Ames.

An anxious boy was beside her, what did he do to make her not look at him? "Is there something wrong? Please let me know-!" The H/c girl looks at him and takes his hand. "You didn't did anything. It's just that, do you really love me?"

Of course he do, he'll even sacrifice himself for her. But she doesn't want him to do that, he was lucky to have her.

"Why would you even ask that? You already knew my answer."

"YOU'RE SO ADORABLE!!"

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Rayne Ames.

He was tired, but finally. He was about to rest, there was a H/c girl playing with his rabbits. "We doesn't spend time that much..."

"Sorry, I'll make it up for you okay?" He said before sitting on his bed, looking at her playing with his rabbits. "I'm their official mother you know." Rayne smiles a little, he doesn't deserve happiness but they give her to him.

"Do our relationship has it means.?" Now it's his time to overthink, did he didn't spend that much time to her? Did he neglected her? "Do you really love me?" He suddenly hugs her. She was saying something but he couldn't hear it, busy on his own thoughts.

"This world is nothing but ugliness but you make it beautiful."

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Orter Madl.

A H/c girl was knocking on his office, she looks mad. "You didn't came home for weeks!"

"My work is important-" before the dark brown man can finish his sentence. "And not me!? I always wait for you!" As someone as him, his glare is enough of others to silent. But she didn't, it's his wife after all. "You're overworking yourself again. Eat." She sat on a chair and looks at him, he also miss her cooking. The one who he really called home was her.

"I feel like this marriage doesn't working." He stand up and goes to her "and why would it, is it because I don't have time for you? My work is important and you know that." He said pushing up his glasses. "I know it is! But how about me? Am I not?" If he can let himself break a rule for her, then he can make a time for her. "I'm sorry. I know it's my fault, and for making you feel neglected."

"It's like your just been forced, do you really love me?" He didn't know that he makes her feel this way, he just wants the best for her. To be able to provide for her.

Don't mind the pics, just pick. (I can't find others)

"Of course, I'll even let this world burn than you not on my side." He needs to prioritize her, she's the only one who can make his day better that no one can.

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Part 2? (HAHAHAHA I changed this post a lot🙂)

[ilylmwwifys]

—𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘!

⏳,, Fluff , not proofread

. 🕰 ; Reader became a lil too drunk.. What would the four-eyed Madl do?

3:12 am.

You checked the clock as you took the remaining time to fix yourself, recently— a Madl invited you to have a drink with him.

It was your first time drinking and trying new things. The thought of drinking made you excited—you were in the legal age to drink after all. Either way, you knew he can watch out for you incase something might go wrong.

Yet, you pondered on why would he invite you to drink late? Is it necessary to drink at exactly 3:30 a.m? You paid no attention to it nevertheless.

You focused on getting yourself ready with the extra time you had.

...

3:25 a.m

You stood infront of the bar. It was lively and adorned with lights. However, there were only few people which you didn't mind it and was actually more than grateful.

You opened the door as you saw the Madl who was waiting for you. You smiled before approaching the guy who was reading a book to pass time.

"Yahoo~" you exclaimed gaining the attention of the man. You took a seat beside him as the bartender showed up.

"Greetings, [L/N]" he greeted you. You chuckled before replying "No need to be so formal, Orter. First name is fine."

"Your acting like we have just met." you proceed with a smile. "Now.." you placed your index finger below your chin "Since you're experienced at drinking.. What would you suggest for a newbie like me~?"

Orter took a moment before thinking. "I don't know your tolerance but,"

"Black and Tan." he proceed. "Is that so?" you replied before looking at the bartender. Orter ordered his drink as he waited for your order.

"Balkan 176 Vodka."

You smiled, Orter slightly widened his eyes. Sure, you were not experience at drinking. However, you knew some things.

Orter looked at you with a stoic face as the bartender went to make both of your drinks. "Going with one of the strongest?" he uttered as you giggled "This is just pure out of fun."

"Hm." he read the book infront of him "You're new on this one, I suggest you not to rush things." He stated not bothering to take a glance of you as he continued to read.

You looked at him before chuckling "What? Are you worried about me?~" you teased him which he looked at you showing disgust.

He shrugged it off as he continued reading—patiently waiting for his drink.

Finally, both of your drinks arrived. Nothing would go wrong on trying new things, right?

Oh, he was starting to regret this. "Another one please~!" you exclaimed as you lightly laughed. You completed 3 drinks already, Orter watched you slightly messy appearance caused by the alcohol.

The bartender handed another Vodka as you grabbed and chugged it down completely "Y/N." Orter spoke with slight concern on his tone which you failed to notice. "Hm-?"

Orter watched you finish your fourth drink already. After finishing your fifth one—you placed your head on the table with red tint all over your cheeks.

The four-eyed man sighed looking at your disheveled state "M' so tipsy.." you muttered as you burried your face on the table "I told you to take it slow."

He knows that you aren't tipsy but completely drunked. Your alcohol tolerance was surprisingly lower than he expected. Unlike him, he's tolerance for alcohol is high.

"Anothe—" Before you could even proceed on requesting another one, the man beside you stopped you. "No, she doesn't want another." he stated looking at the bartender which the bartender laughed looking at the dynamic you both have.

"—huh.. Why not.." You pouted locking eyes with Orter. "It's 6. You've been drinking for 3 hours, Y/N." he stated firmly as he stood up.

"Let's go." he added as he paid the drinks for the both of you "But— im not..done yet.." you stood up—however you were quick to fall because of dizziness.

Luckily, Orter was able to catch you before you could even fall "Ah.." You mumbled as he placed his hands on your waist—hugging your waist with his hand.

" 'm bad.." You shuffled your self trying to find balance but seems like luck wasn't on your side either when you saw floating black dots on your vision.

.. That's where you lost your conscious.

"Y/n?" Orter asked but received nothing from you. That's when he made the conclusion of you passing out. He sighed as he carried your passed out body on his car.

He placed you gently in the passenger seat. He took of his coat as he placed around your body.

...

He doesn't know where you live.

He got forced on letting you stay on his house. He's never inviting you to drink again—you were simply too reckless.

. [📜] lil skit... Got bored on finishing this lmao😞 more mashle contents on my tt (mostly just hc & idk) @lmwwifys - TT. ANYWAY I love this man

[ansbobcar]

EP 7. Resonance

WORD COUNT. 1276

Link to overview

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When the blonde woman awoke, she had been changed into a hospital gown. The giant, she haphazardly got up in a panic causing her torso to ache tremendously with a grunt. Dropping back down onto the bed. “You’re awake, Ms. Ontarin,” a nurse greeted her, pleasantly surprised by her consciousness. “You broke some of your ribs, they’re currently being held in place with magic.”

“That must be taxing.”

“It’s my responsibility to take care after you during your recovery.”

“Is that so,” she murmured, looking up to the stone ceiling. “Would you mind calling over Kaldo?” 

“I’ll notify them,” walking away from her bedside.

‘That was years ago, didn’t we make a deal to never encounter each other again?’ Holding herself back as she stared daggers above her. ‘I should’ve sealed it shut.’

‘I wonder how Broggy’s neighbour’s execution was processed.’ Giants were known to commemorate the deaths of their best for a week straight with lights and vigour but that was with a body intact. She wondered too many things as she was stuck to her bed. The state of her unfinished papers haunted her as much as the thought of her mother’s ghastly expression at her condition. Maybe she should’ve been a potato farmer then she wouldn’t have to run a whole train in her head because she passed out.

The door slammed open as her name was called out, “RINKA?”

“Shut up you bee monger,” she uttered as he walked over and sat down beside her. “Make a bubble.”

In the meantime, at the Magical Power Administration, 008, the tiny beast servant pushed open the door with haste. “Master Orter! Ms. Ontarin has woken up!” He looked up from his paper and immediately stood up without another word.

When he arrived in the infirmary, the blonde woman was violently smacking the Flame Cane with the hilt of his sword. Eyes ablaze with rage. Didn’t she just wake up? He can’t deal with this bullshit anymore.

“Rinka, why are you smacking someone instead of resting?” Sand wrapped around her arm to constrain her movement. “Because someone gave me honey bleached potatoes! I told you already, YOU ONLY GLAZE IT NOT DROWN IT!” 

“I’ll leave you to handle her!” The target of her assault saluted him before dashing out the window. She glared at him before diminishing her violent fit as the dusty particles dissipated from her arm. She held her hand to her neck, at a loss of conversation. The nurse was on a break leaving the two of them as the only occupants. But strangely, she felt at ease when she saw his unhappy expression and sat down at the side of the bed facing him.

“Everyone’s been busy since you passed out.” He quickly went over how the Magical Cemetery, Magic Security Force, and their own administration have been putting the Madjinn encounter to rest. A total of 25 security officers were recovered and given proper burials while 13 have been confirmed to be unsalvageable from the attacks. Overall, Kaldo himself will need to analyse and accept a growing number of interns to make up for our lacking numbers while he pushed forward with her suggestion regarding the patrols.

“By the way, I defeated 6 of them,” he brought up. “What about you?” Clearly he didn’t forget her last minute bet as she thought he would. “I killed 8.” He sighed at her enthusiasm and sporadic clapping from her victory. “What do you want me to do?” With a snide-filled smile, she ordered a simple task.

“Kiss me.” 

With her sat down looking up towards him expectantly, he obliged with the promise as he held her hand firmly. His figure leaned into hers as his lips touched her. Executed with a tenderness unheard of from such a stringent fellow. With genuine warmth compared to the distant gaze his eyes had, curious to her reaction.

She pursed her lips with suppressed disappointment.

He too held back his amusement, as the slight curve of the ends lips suggested. “I kissed you.”

She’ll be content with it for now, guiding his hand to her cheek. If it wasn’t for her dull complexion, she could’ve fooled him for truly being his lover as the public was, allowing the older woman to savour the moment a little longer. “I’ll be back tonight,” he added, both aware of the unwanted presence hidden in plain sight. But nonetheless, she let her mind lose consciousness again.

_ _ _

“Rinka, would you like to step down from being head of your division?” She looked up, her hair dishevelled and eyes snapped out of their timeless gaze. The words he uttered. It felt almost unnatural for her to consider, having already done the job for a few years. Why would she step down?

“Are you implying I should retire?” That’d be absurd. She was still rather young for a Divine Visionary.

“No, nothing like that. It’s just that Ryoh and your mother have been concerned with your well-being,” the director began. “You were diagnosed with anaemia recently as well.” The mere fact that she was overseeing such a large division with the most judicial power over the people was already alarming but she only accepted her position since her predecessor was retiring. It couldn’t be helped.

But wasn’t the Magical Items head planning to retire as well? “That’s also important.”

Regardless of how much she tried to argue against the director’s words, they were pushed down with a simple tug.

“Was that all you wanted to meet me for?”

“The interview for the candidates are coming up. It would be worth your time to check them as well.” 

Pick a successor. The director’s words are absolute in this case and she abided them, walking up to Kaldo for more information. “Is that what the director stated?” She nodded. “Walkis will be here shortly with their group so,” he tossed her an extra robe and tie. Her green tie was too distinguishing along with her hair, forcibly changing its colour with a spell. “Act as my secretary will you?”

Throughout the interviews, she would hold a clipboard with general information regarding the candidate infront of her while he interviewed them with general questions and sometimes even small games to test their capabilities. But there was only one that mattered to her. “Which administration do you see yourself working in?”

They avoided hers. “Why not the Magical Power Administration?”

It seemed like they either held the current head in high esteem or found the amount of responsibilities to be too much to tackle. For people who were about strength, they completely ignored hers. With their most popular choice being the Light Cane’s position. Not even those from Saint Ars were keen on her department either. Their education and personal thoughts on the current laws weren’t something they could bear.

This was a waste of time, ready to overlook the newly handed in reports piling up on her desk. If she didn’t find someone, it wouldn’t matter. There would always be next year. The final candidate was the oldest at 19.

Orter Madl. One of the first who took Easton’s Police Cadet Programme and extended his stay. A rather new programme Kaldo managed to convinced Wahlberg to try out. Was he planning to join Magical Security as well?

“Personally, I’d like to change the management choices of the Magical Power Administration,” he stated. “From my internships these past few years, it’s been hellish interacting with them. I’m surprised its managed to hold up this long without intervention.”

“Well then,” the interviewer replied, “I hope you’ve prepared yourself for the final exam.”

_ _ _ _ _

Lol.

If it wasn't obvious, Orter kissed her hand.

[zabberzim]

Landot: an essay 🪐💥

Contains manga spoilers for the later chapters

Also some head canons and basically how I interpret them

@silvercrane14 here’s the aforementioned ramble

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「自古紅藍出CP」

Is a saying which basically means “Red & Blue make the perfect couple, ever since the beginning of time” and it’s true.

In terms of character and colourisation, red and blue typically stand to be opposites of each other, their characters reflect that as well in their personalities. Red and blue characters turn couples tend to also always start off as enemies, or at least some sort of rivalry, before they get to know more about the other and develop the enemies to friends to lovers arc.

Colouration of these traits are usually found in a character’s colour scheme, and is especially obvious in Lance and Dot in MASHLE as both their hair and eye colour are of their respective colours, blue and red.

(I have no idea how Komodo colours his characters, but the blue and red in their respective characters are especially prominent.)

Dot Barrett is hot-headed, a bit too cocky and loud for his own good but still a good kid who stands up for what he thinks is right (suffering from main character syndrome, more on that in another post lol); Lance Crown is cool, a pretty boy character who’s powerful and uses this power to help others as the team mom (values his sister above all else , weird but respectable once you understand how close he was to losing the person who he shares unconditional sibling love with)

Dot hates all pretty boys (Lance) and Lance despises rude boors (Dot), setting the stage for the rivalry between the two early on in the story.

Lance has announced that him and Mash were rivals even earlier on after their fight, but to me, this rivalry is more of a friendly rivalry one sided rivalry than true rivalry, as their rivalry stems from them fighting for the same goal rather than unconditional hatred. Plus, LanDot rivalry seems more mutual, something that needn’t be announced and stems from the soul, appearing solely for the fact that they are incompatible, yet in the end they still find a compromise but that might just be my delusions. Of course, both rivalries have underlying friendship between them, they are a group of friends after all.

Prominent LanDot interactions in the story line would be their first meeting(CH18), baby fight(CH64),training arc(103?) , and Endgame fight (122). But besides these, they’ve been shown fighting in the background sometimes ( dumbasses fight in the ED)

SO lets start with the prominent points first

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Chapter 64. Dot, Lance and how babies are made ( sus title but ok)

During the fight with Sitter Baby, who’s basically Alessi’s stand Sethan from JJBA pt.3, Sitter deages Dot into an adorable bb. With limited magic as a baby, Dot reluctantly finds Lance for help, in which was can see that Lance is just fucking pissed at Dot for turning into a baby. Thinking that Dot turned into a baby as a prank at a time of love and war and having the audacity to think that Dot is annoying to look at, we know that the loathing is actually very much mutual. Comparing how he reacts to Dot with how he reacts to Mash, Lemon or Finn when they want his help shows that this dynamic is unique to them. Dot also comes to realise just how powerful Lance actually is.

This establishes the enemy part in enemies to friends to lovers

Chapter 103. The Training Arc

Lance wants to get strong for the endgame fight and for his sister, in which Dot follows because why not.

(I’m not sure if Wahlberg especially assigned them to work together or if Lance just went to find Wahlberg for training and Dot came with)

During the training arc, they train under No.1 Mash Bully, Orter Mádl, who throws our boys into shadow realm with water for basic sustenance, where they are forced to train together despite each other’s dismay. Dot had briefly considered actually working together but Lance being stubborn and self reliant makes it hard, Lance being naturally stronger than Dot , having the whole world on the line of course makes it understandable on why he considers Dot to be dragging him down ( mean, but ok??)

A mini speech from Dot on how he’d die than be a baggage to anyone seems to cause Lance to set aside their differences and actually train together.

Lance still doesn’t trust Dot to not drag him down but their bond has still somewhat strengthened in learning how to fight together, a little bit of the friends to lovers bit but mostly still enemies.

Orter sees himself and his junior in them multiple times throughout, I will expand on this later.

Chapter 114. Entering Endgame

Entering the final arc and deciding who fights who, we get plenty silly interactions and a hint towards who and what caused Anna to lose her magic

Lances fear of ghosts and bugs, and Dot’s bright idea to head but him into a wall.

Lance knowing that one of the brothers may be directly responsible to his sisters illness makes him not want to work with Dot, despite their training together, now with his sister directly on the line he’d risk nothing to get his revenge. 3rd brother, Epidermis the pudding cult leader, is the one behind Annas illness and who they fight against. Dot has tea with Epididmus before it was revealed how hes the one behind this. The boys argue :(

Chapter 122. Ultimate Proof that LanDot is canon

Enemies to friends to lovers speedrun

Lance pushes Dot away more to fully avenge his sister himself, again, his sister is above all else to Lance , hes not risking Dot, the guy that just took a bite of poison pudding so recklessly, to drag him down. He NEEDS to win, NEEDS to beat the fuck out of Epidem.

But to finally be able to confront the person responsible for stealing his only joy of this world from him, he’s overwhelmed with anger and unable to summon his thirds, Nemesis. When the condition of his sister is revealed to both Epipen and Dot , Epithelial builds a fake Anna with reference from the pendant, taunts Lance and Dot cant just stand there anymore despite their previous discourse, rushing up from where he stood to steal the Anna pendant back.

“We’re friends.” And with a slap to Lances face , he stops being stubborn and fights with, then alongside Dot.

Friends,now onto lovers

With Dot having slapped him out of his dumbassery, he summons his thirds in whole, a shit ton of black holes making Epipi intimidated into also summoning his thirds, sailor moon Sisyphus. Having to fight against a machine gun would be hard for most teens, Lance is able to use the black holes to absorb and dodge the bullets but Dot is still a one liner, there’s only so much he can hold off. Casting syphilis to end the weaker one (Dot) off,

Lance jumps in front of the finishing blow to protect

Dot

Yes he hates him , despises him even. Loud, crude, Dot is the most annoying person hes ever had the displeasure of meeting.

But

For some reason his body decided to move on its own,

And its up to Dot now to finish it all…

A foolish choice really, letting the weaker one survive? Why?

Seeing his homie sacrifice himself for his sake, Dot goes sicko mode and swears to kill Epidem hundredfold (my boy is so good at maths)

From machine guns to a whole Arsenal, he really just started blasting before Sissy burns into crisp

Dot goes to check on Lance, an emotional questioning of why hed sacrifice himself before Lance tells him to shut the fuck up and that he has Anna pins to protect him. Some mangas got plot armour, we get sister pin armour.

Now I’m going to ramble about this scene now and why there’s got to be some sort of love

Fellas, is it straight to die for someone you hate?

We’ve see early on how Lance usually thinks of Anna before taking action, even in battle, and obviously the self sacrifice is a heat in the moment decision.

But id like to argue that this means Dot bypassed the Anna protocol. You’d think Anna wouldn’t like Lance fighting someone for no reason and would definitely disapprove of his constant quarrels with Dot, right? Even when he was out fighting bullies when he was young there was a net gain even if Anna gets worried. Lance fighting Dot despite these factors, there’s only a net loss in them fighting yet he still does it , makes Dot an exception to the brain Anna protocol.

And that’s saying a lot with how he puts his sister to such a high calibre .

These fools bring out the worst in each other when they fight( jealousy and stubbornness) but also the best in each other when they fight together (teamwork, motivation and stability)

Lance is finally able to confront the person responsible for stealing his only joy, yet he throws it all away, for… Dot?

Epidem considers killing Dot to get at least the weaker one out of the way, yet Lance jumps in front to prevent his demise. Dot is weaker than Lance, and Lance is so close to avenging his sister, letting Dot die would mean he wouldn’t drag him down anymore and would allow Lance to achieve his goal easier. Lance shielding Dot, preventing him from dying ,essentially throws away all Lance has worked for.

He believes Dot will drag him down before the fight and reluctance to work with Dot shows that he believes Dot is still weaker than him, and that he doesn’t know about Dot’s trump card the Ira Kreuz. (Only Finn and Mash has seen Ira Kreuz Dot in action, lack of trust in Dot’s strength might mean either he doesn’t know it or that he can rely on it)

Which makes it even irrational on Lance’s part.

If Lance, the stronger one, dies, what hope is there for Dot to succeed? For all he knows, success lies solely on his shoulders only, and maybe maybe with Dot too, who’s said he’d rather die than be a burden, so why sacrifice success over some chump you hate, burdening you down from an epic win? Keep in mind the wrath he has on Epidem, if Dot fails, there’s no cure for his sister, the world may continue to lay in chaos, there’s no backup plan like with the waiting-for-Mash-to-wake-up-fight later, even if Dot survives, how long can he survive for? There’s unconditional trust in that sacrifice.

On the off chance that Lance knew of this trump card before hand, I highly doubt that Lance planned this all out to pretend to die in Dot’s arms just to trigger the Ira Kreuz, because that’d be kinda fucked and a bit out of character…

The gay-ass monologue seems to have come from the heart and there’s no way his sister pins actually prevented him from becoming Swiss cheese. If hed taken the sister pins into account, he wouldn’t let Dot get too worried and say something ambiguous like “its up to you now”, some Romeo Juliet shit.

But what about Lances self sacrificing spree later?

Lance later goes on to actively risk his life for Ochoa and Mash, the latter turning him into a clock with the seconds hand piercing through him, its what Anna would’ve wanted him to do, he says.

Through this journey hes learnt the power of friendship and is integrating it into fights. We know hed risk himself for the greater good, but never as extreme as this, so even if you don’t agree with on the love aspect, you’ve gotta agree that something clicked in him in almost seeing Dot die ( and how its reflex to go and save him)

Risking his life for Mash and Ochoa is a conscious decision, I don’t think this is the same for Dot.

I actually think he thinks hes about to die in the Epidem fight

While both the fight with IZ and Epidem is important to Lance, both basically meaning the entire world to him, you’re telling me he can stay conscious with a minute hand pierced through him but cant stay conscious for an attack that didn’t hurt him as much??

I believe that after his gay-ass monologue where he borderline confesses, he actually wanted to die but cant, so he’s taking every opportunity to do it now/j

Parallel between LanDot and the dynamic between Orter and his nameless junior

In the Orter fight chapter, his backstory is reveal in which he also had a spikey teethed zigzaggy mark friend ,junior,that’s also way too hot-blooded for his own good. Which is what triggers normally cold blooded deadpan Orter to soften on the two during training arc, especially Dot.

Strong prideful bastards with their silly spikey companions, you can see how Orter and his junior mirrors Lance and Dot respectively in design, at least Dot with Junior. Of course, their personalities and goals differ but its a similar dynamic, similar enough for Orter to reminiscent about his late junior, who sacrificed himself for the greater good.

In the backstory,Orter, who usually doesn’t care about anything but his needs, unwilling to put in more efforts given the imbalance of quantity return, eventually starts to actually put effort into his job after juniors constant nagging. There’s less fighting going on between them, but the silly one eventually brings out something better in the prideful one.

Amongst the corrupted magic world of Mashle, its rare to see an actual police conduct justice, junior tries his best to conduct justice by the rules but ends up dying in his pursuit of Domina. Becoming a Divine Visionary, Orter takes juniors last words to heart and reinforces everything with law and order (I’m sure killing magicless kids isn’t what junior had in mind though) DVs have great political influence, to use this influence to just follow through on what your bestie believed in shows just how much his passing affected him.

While, unlike Lance, Orter had no other friends besides his junior, not even mentioning his brother once, if Lance had to witness Dot die like how junior did, it’d be devastating to him

Honestly, i just think having a parallel to LanDot supports my statement already.

Conclusion

To me, there’s something inherently special about these two’s relationship, whether it be the enemies to friends to lovers speedrun or dynamic parallel, they complete each other despite constant arguing. There will be many pretty boys and there will be many hot blooded sillies, but the underlying fondness and care they share. As a pair acknowledged by an official double sided pillow , LanDot is my favourite ship in Mashle

[lanshappycorner]

Comprehensive Lan otp/notp ship list please watch out ‼️‼️

Ship:

Deuce/Ace (twst) (OK with almost all deuce ships I love every deuce ship)

Vil/Idia (twst) (Idia with anyone is fine I love every Idia ship too)

Yuu/Rollo (twst) (specifically only my yuurollo though)

Fogado/Alcryst (FE17)

Pandreo/Alear (FE17) (I like most alear ships)

Alfred/Rafal (FE17)

Céline/Hortensia (FE17) (I also like Clanne/Hortensia)

Tenma/Taichi (A3)

Tatsumi/Mayoi (ENST) (Mayoi with anyone is ok, but I really like HiMERU/Mayoi and Niki/Mayoi)

Rinne/HiMERU (ENST)

Cain/Owen (MHYK) (huge fan of a variety of Owen ships)

Byakuran/Shoichi (KHR)

Uni/Bluebell (KHR)

Enma/Tsuna (KHR) (I love most Tsuna ships too)

Carpaccio/Finn (Mashle) (I'm fine with Finn being shipped with anyone I love any and all Finn ships)

Rayne/Max (Mashle)

Lance/Dot (Mashle)

Rayne/Orter (Mashle)

More Mashle ships: I also happen to like Wirth/Love, Abel/Abyss, any of the divine visionaries with Orter besides Tsurara and Agito but currently the brainrot isn't strong enough so I'll add these ships in as an afterthought

Bingqiu (SVSSS)

Moshang (SVSSS)

Gongyifan (SVSSS)

Hualian (TGCF)

Beefleaf (TGCF)

Wangxian (MDZS)

When it comes to ship dynamics, the dynamics are as stated above, but I have no feelings about dynamic switches. These are just preferences but idrc if it changes I'll take whatever I can get lol

*Also if you like deuce/ace you are basically obligated to like lance/dot sorry I don't make the rules

There's also some ships I like but have not added on here simply because I just don't think abt it enough on a daily basis to mention it💀

If there are no notes next to the ships that means I just don't really care about any other ships with the characters but it doesn't particularly bother me either (the ones that Do bother me...will be next)

Notps (what you have been waiting for...my hater moment):

Any and all Ace ships besides from Deuce. General Ace/prefect is okay but idrc to see other peoples yumes with Ace, only my friend's prefects/Ace is ok

No Rollo ships ever outside of my yuurollo (the most I will tolerate is Idia/Rollo), yumes included :/

No Fogado ships ever I am not hearing anyone out 💀

Céline with men absolutely not never happening ever. Insert lesbian flag

NO Tatsumi ships besides ttmy. I know there is another very popular Tatsumi ship and I am not going to say it but I am the biggest hater of—

No Byakuran ships outside of 10051 </3

Carpaccio/Max sorry they already have boyfriends (Ames brothers) I'm not hearing anyone out on this

Rayne/Mash sorry I am just not a fan💀

No Binghe ships outside of bingqiu

No Mobei-Jun ships outside of moshang

Damn idk just don't break up any of my danmei ships lol

As you can tell I am a big hater, usually I will have ships where it's like one guy can whore it out and date anyone they want whereas the other guy cannot date anyone but the first guy. That's usually how it is I'm afraid!! I don't really care if other people ship it though do whatever u want just don't bring it up to me and we'll be okay

[jals-stuff]

Any mashle character w/ an elder sister with two/three lines!!! kya...

hello anon! unsure if you wanted imagines or an actual story so I'm gonna just.. go ahead and... mhm. some of them are in multiple spots...

mashle characters with a double/triple liner elder sibling short headcanons!

warnings: lowercase to the max, poorly written

some of them would just always look up to you like you're their idol! everything you do is literally a blessing and you're so so cool, too. they want to be just like you one day, and as long as they aren't, it's all good because they can flex and be so proud to show you off to their friends! they always bring you up during conversations!

—finn, love, lemon, abyss, charles, lévis, domina, ryoh

then there's the "i'll be stronger than you one day, just you wait!" crew, that's actually proud of you but will never admit it. sure, you're a triple liner, suuuure, you have an INSANE amount of magical power, but it doesn't mean anything! yet when you're blissfully unaware of it, they gloat about how strong you are and how cool you look. kind of tsundere if you ask me

—wirth?, cell, abel, lance

there's the cute sibling rivalry thingie going on where you two fight alongside each other and they just keep count of how many enemies they've downed, kind of challenging you in a fun way

—margarette, mash, renatus, ryoh, kaldo, meliadoul, delisaster

some of them want to become stronger than you only for the sake of being able to protect you, because you're their dear family and they refuse to let you get hurt. besides, if anything ever happens to you, they want to be able to take over.

—rayne, margarette, mash, lance

some just acknowledge it, they're neither proud of it or pissed, they just accept that you're stronger. when asked about it, they'll say it's a great thing that such a strong mage is from their family!

—orter, carpaccio, milo, sophina, doom

Y O U E X I S T, T H E R E F O R E, I M U S T B E A T Y O U

—wirth, famin

[seneon]

Pressing a kiss on orter's cheek before running away?

hey don't steal my idea that i gave for @kyoghurts in this fic. 😡 fake anon go to sleep‼️ jk jk but srsly don't steal

"o' beautiful divine visionary orter of the mádl family, what are you doing?" you slightly leaned down behind him to see what he is currently writing, as your front hair fell to frame your face. it has been quite some time since orter is seated at your desk, writing away. perhaps he is writing a novel—

"writing a novel."

ah. right. he is writing a novel. something he has been doing in pretty much secrecy to the outside world but very much known to you. he'd come over to your house and settle himself at your very nice desk decorated with all the little trinkets he gets for you. if orter has finished reading all the books in the world, he is going to write one for himself.

"cool!" you exclaimed and peeked at what he has written down so far. hm. something along the lines of 'you could become homesick'. oh it's an average piece of novel after all. "oo interesting."

now, it's do or don't.

orter felt soft flesh pressed against his cheeks as his attention is torn away from the piece of paper above the table right in front of him, his eyes glanced to the side. forgetting that you almost made it as a divine visionary once, you quickly ran away with immense speed. the man let out a scoff of annoyance, standing up. he then used a reasonable amount of his sand to turn you around and lock you in position.

"if you're trying to be like a ninja from the east, you horribly failed," orter adjusted his glasses. you could feel his glare burning into your soul. all you could do at this moment is smiled at the man who simply walked towards you with the most unreadable facial expression ever. actually — you could never really read what he's thinking. ever.

orter leaned down to your height and stopped right beside your cheeks. you could feel his breath against your skin and occasionally your right ear. "try again next time." the mádl then pecked a quick kiss on your cheeks before walking away, hands in his pocket.

you tried to move but his sand is still keeping you in place. so when you are finally free, you fell to the ground and hit the ground in annoyance. "why does he never let me get what i want?!" you exclaimed, cheeks flushed. because before he walked away, orter swiftly brushed his fingers against your lips. he always does that when he knows you want a direct kiss from him to entice your desires a little more.

at the end of the day, you got what you wanted anyways. so it's all good. all good until the next little challenge between you and orter.

notes. for @anqelically and @itonashi, two of the biggest orter fangirls out there 😈

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[mouser26]

An oldie but a goodie

So in light of realizing I really don’t have a lot of Mags stories on here I decided to go dig through my old DA account and see if anything survived since I wasn’t the best at cross posting from Y!...and now I feel old cause Y! went down in 2016 and now is back apparently....so yeah  ANYWAYS!!!! Enjoy a gently edited (oh god this was posted how long with those errors?!) first time I and Foxy ever collabed from Nov 2008 aka the First time Mags and Cassius met The Barcrawl ( and to any new readers.....yeah Cassius just talks like that 

Cassius hated Canadian pubs. They insisted on calling them bars, and they never had the right food. How was a guy supposed to enjoy his beer without a proper accompaniment? And why had the yellow insisted on meeting here?

“Oy! You in the purple!” a strident woman’s voice rang out. “Your people tried to blow up my brother!”

“Dat’s righ’,” Cassius rumbled, sipping his beer, “but not me pers’nally. I doan do good wit splosives.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone else here,” she retorted. “Maybe I ought to take a down payment in lumps out of you!”

“I warns yer, lady,” Cassius growled. “I’s tougher dan I looks.”

“You don’t look so tough to me!” Magenta challenged.

“Wow, mouffy AN’ blind,” Cassius rumbled. “You got it bad, sister.”

Magenta’s face grew rosy to where it matched her hat and vest. Without another word, she picked up an unoccupied barstool and brought it down on Cassius’s head.

Cassius didn’t flinch; he took his beer bottle and smashed Magenta across the face, sending her soaring towards the leisure section of the bar.

She landed in the midst of a game of eight ball, and, cursing, picked up the cue stick underneath her. She stood up in the middle of the table and kicked the three and the fifteen balls at Cassius’s chest. With one fluid move, she jumped from the billiard table to the bar and pivoted, breaking the cue across Cassius’s face.

Cassius picked himself up off of the floor. Seeing Magenta aim a kick at his face, he seized the leg she was standing on and hurled her bodily into the plate glass window at the bar’s façade.

He grabbed another bottle and waited; she’d be back. One of the patrons with more alcohol than brains approached Cassius, who was picking shards of glass out of his knuckles.

“How dare you hit that lady!” He accused. “That’s not very nice at all.”

“Neither is she,” Cassius growled, “an she hit ferst. I jes hit ‘er back.”

He saw Magenta coming, and he braced for the impact. Outside, she’d landed next to a ‘Valet Parking’ sign for the restaurant next door, and she brought it with her. It caught him squarely in the side, breaking three ribs.

He grunted, and snapped the sign in half.

The patron turned to Magenta who said, “Don’t interfere!” and punched him.

Cassius grabbed the patron’s leg, Magenta grabbed his arm, and together they threw him bodily over the bar. He took out the shelf of high-end liquor and the mirror, and lay groaning behind the bar. Most of the patrons had fled; the bartender was nowhere to be seen.

“What a waste,” Cassius mumbled. “Lookit all dat good booze fallin’ on der floor.”

Magenta straightened her neck with an audible crack. “Not bad, Twinkle-toes. You ARE tougher than you look!”

“An’ yer no sloch eider,” Cassius conceded, drinking rum from a bottle with the top broken off. He offered her the bottle, and she took a long drink.

Idly, Cassius took a long splinter out from her violet hair. “Dat woulda hurt when you put yer hat back on.”

Cassius dusted the glass shards off of his purple vest. “Okay, yer smashed der stool on me head, n' I walloped yer wit der beer bottle, den you broke der poolcue 'cros m' teef, n' I sent you troo der window,” he counted out on his fingers. “Split der damage downna middle?"

“You forgot the cracked ribs, the pool table, and the guy we both sent into the bar display,” she corrected, “Otherwise it all sounds fair.”

Cassius nodded and took out his wallet. He counted several large bills and placed them under the bar counter, weighing them down with the bartender’s shotgun. “He wuz askin' fer it, callin yer a lady 'n sayin I ourtn't smack yer,” 

“An’ doan worry 'bout der ribs. I've broke dese tings more times'n I cn count. He should have ter pay fer der mirror doh, on accoun' o' his head doin' der breakin'." Cassius spat out a gob of blood. “Can’ stann innerlopers.”

Magenta snorted. “I smacked you first, you were fair ta shmack me back.” She felt her mouth, where her lower lip was already starting to match her hair. “Shon ova bish! I'm shwelling!” She clapped Cassius on the back. “Good job! Thas shom right hook ya got there.”

“I’d box, but der’s no one big enough to fight,” Cassius said, apologetically. “I'd buy yer a roun', but der bar appears to be desert'd. I know 'n all night biker bar. No place fer a lady, but yer orter be okay. I wanna see 'f yer cn drink's well as yer fight. Say, do yer like karaoke?”

“Did weh not jusht a'tablish I aint no god damn lady?” Magenta demanded. “And fer crooning a tune even if i did like it the lishener ushlly don't. LESH GO! Wait a minute, thish biker bar doesh karaoke?”

“Not yet,” Cassius rumbled. “But dey will.”

*~*~*

Hours and many many MANY drinks later Cassius and Magenta staggered tipsily down the street. “I can' bleev dat guy hekkled us berfore we got troo der first vers,” Cassius growled. “Good ting I hit him inna head wif dat hurled bottle.”

Magenta glared at him. “YOU hit him with a thrown bottle? I beg to differ. I threw that bottle, shir.”

“I hit ‘im inna head,” Cassius corrected. “YOU hit ‘im inna crosh.”

“Good point,” Magenta conceded. “ But I WARNED you I don't shing! And can you believe that whore that shaid my hair was shtupid? I mean what the fuck! She had a fucking hole in her ear the shize of a 28 gauge shell with a fucking ANKER in her lip! I have violet hair an I'm weird?!”

Cassius smirked. “I like yer hair. Mash's m' suit. An, I don' sing eider, but we got's der harm'ny down pat. Don' worry 'bout dat chick. When she wakes up wid der stishes inner forhed she'll know who's shtupid lookin'.”

Magenta howled with laugher. “DAMN SHTRAIGHT! By the by thanksh for docking her boy toy. Elsh I wouldn't have been able to shlash her sho good.”

Cassius shrugged. “Is no problem. Yer good wit dat swishblade!”

Magenta smiled. “Shtill, you are a-shom.” She tried to pat Cassius on the back, but missed the mark by a few feet.

Cassius grinned an evil smile. “He made it easy. Whenever I sees a guy wif nipple clamps anna chain froo 'em, I finks 'Dat's jes beggin t' be yanked.' I din' know he hadda Prince Albert hooked to it too, but dat's his prerorg...perogga..”

“Prerogative?” Magenta supplied

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

Mags giggled. “Bunny...Shtupid fashin shatement sho was ashkin' for it! Even I don't shcream that fucking girly.”

“Der’s lotsa ways a guy cn look tough,” Cassius rumbled thoughtfully. “Dat’s gotta be one o’ der dumbest I seen, an’ dat’s sayin’ sumtin’.”

“You know,” she mused. “For a Purple, you’re not half bad.”

“An’ you’re pretty decent fer a Red girl, too,” Cassius said.

Magenta bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean? Just because I’m a girl means I can’t pull my weight? Or do you have something against Reds?”

“Nuttin’ gainst eider,” Cassius amended. “I jes tink I’m bedder at some a’ dis dan you.”

“Put your money where your mouth ish,” Mags retorted. “I’ve got a hundred bucksh that says I can do anything you can.”

“Alrigh’,” Cassius said, smirking. “Der blacks ‘ave a buildin’ roun’ here, righ’?”

“They do,” Magenta agreed, slowly. “It’s an office they ush when they’re trying to get at the White HQ, which is kinda all the time anymore.”

“Righ’,” Cassius said. He smiled and rubbed his hands together. “We gots a wager. Whoever gess der potted plant outta Black’s office is der better spy. Yer caught, ya lose. Deal?” He held out his enormous hand.

“Deal!” Mags agreed, shaking his hand.

“In der innerests of fairness,” Cassius rumbled, “We go dere inna same cab.”

“One question: what happensh if we Both get caught?”

“Den we bofe lose,” Cassius replied. “An’ we’re ebenly mashed as Spies. We calls it a draw.”

*~*~*

Rusty raised an eyebrow as he looked at the unknown number flashing on his phone. It was a sealed number though so it has to be someone familiar he reasoned as he answered, "Resident robo speaking."

“Rusty?” Mags asked. “It’s me. I need a pick-up at…WHAT PRECINCT IS THIS?...precinct 18, downtown… wait, WHICH DOWNTOWN? ….I’M FROM GATINEAU THAT’S WHY!…Ottawa. Can you bring bail money for…I see ten, but only four of them are ours.”

“Remin’ me,” Cassius groaned, “How did we end up here?”

“Well after we caught you two bickering over the theft of a potted plant,” Seventy-two started, “Brother and I convinced you two that dancing would be as much fun as Karaoke. So, we went downtown to the hippest club and somehow managed to get in.”

“I think the big guy bribed the bouncer,” Twenty-seven mused. “But regardless of how, we got in. The hottest dance crew in town was on the floor, they danced in front of us,”

“We got challenged,” Seventy-two continued. “I told the big guy and the woman. They looked at each other,”

“And together, they punched out the front man,” finished Twenty-seven. “Then, they proceeded to mop the floor with the rest of the crew.”

“Hey,” Mags retorted, “if they didn’t want to get beat up, they shouldn’t have thrown down in the first place. Besides it was a fair fight: two of us, eight of them.”

“That was bad enough,” Seventy-two said, “but did you two have to take on the whole SWAT team?”

“Dey said her hair was funny,” Cassius mumbled. “I had to knock dose tree out, odderwise we’d be in for longer. Smackin’ a cop is a shorter sen’ance dan rippin’ ‘is goolies off via his nosdril.”

“I would have done nothing of the sort,” sniffed Magenta.

“Then why did you threaten to do just that?” Seventy-two countered. “Every man in the club winced in sympathy pain.”

“Sides, der cops asked us nicely to come along,” Cassius said. “If dey’s willin’ to be polite abou’ it, I figger we might as well come ‘long peaceably.”

“They hit you with three tear gas grenades and tazered you at least six times,” protested Twenty-seven. “That’s what you call polite?”

“Dey dint use der guns or battans,” Cassius said. “Dose tazers were nice; dey tickled. Once Rusty gets ‘ere, I tink I need breakfast. Who wants homme, ommer..”

“Omelets?” Magenta suggested

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

“I don’t know where you’ll put them,” Mags said. “Over the course of the night, you drank eight beers, fourteen assorted shots, a bottle of rum and a coke, and a centerpiece bud vase with a rose in it.”

“Tought dat one tasted a bit torny,” Cassius rumbled. “An’ yer one ter talk. You matched me on alla dat.”

“Couldn’t have you show me up, could I!” she countered. “And you’re right, it DID taste thorny!”

“MAGS!” Rusty finally yelled, interupting the four-way recounting of what sounded like a wild night.

He could picture Magenta staring at the receiver in her hand a moment before remembering who was on the line, “Hey Rusty.”

"... You do know I record all my calls, right?"

"...Fuck."

Rusty managed to hold in a chuckle, “Do we need an armored car or can I just pick you up?"

"Uh... I got two blacks and a purple...what do you think?

"... Fuck, I'm just going to get the nice company car to do this kind of crap. Google maps says I'll be there in about Forty-five minutes. Are you armed? Wait, don't answer that. ... WHAT are you armed with?"

"I left my babies at home. I HAD A SWITCHBLADE BUT THEY TOOK IT!"

“Actually you lost it when that one dancer kicked your hand,” Twenty-seven chirped.

“And his girlfriend tried to bite your ear off,” Seventy-two added

“Oh yeah…”

“Probably for the best...” Rusty muttered quietly. "Well, I'll get your spare from your desk as a security blanket of death. How's that? Anything else I should know about? What are the sobriety levels?"

"Hang on let me check… How sober are you bitches?!"

"Hung-over and hungry!”

“Dat depends,” Cassius mumbled. “Did I jes step on m’own fingers?”

“No sir,” an unknown voice, Rust assumed another prisoner cried. “You’re standing on mine.”

“Den nuttin’ a Bloody Mary woan fix,” Cassius said. “Or are yer a scewdriver woman?”

“I’m a Sonic Screwdriver woman, thanks to my darling partner. Electrolytes over acid. There’s your answer,” she said into the phone. 

"... I'll have Laurie call me en route to see what's open. On my way."

“Thanks Rusty!”

“Den les’ get outta here,” Cassius picked up the groaning twins by the back of their belts. “I got der lightweights. C’n you get der door?”

“Yep. Hey Rust, we’ll be outside. Trust me, you can’t miss us.” She hung up the jail cell’s pay phone.

“Let’s go”

“Damn!” Cassius smacked his forehead with the heel of his right hand, eliciting a groan from twenty-seven.

“What’s wrong?” Magenta asked, picking the jail cell lock.

“I wuz gonna meet a Yellow at der bar we net at.”

“Really?” Magenta looked up from the lock. “I was supposed to meet a Yellow there too. Think the bastard set us up?”

“Hell of a coinkydink,” Cassius growled, shifting his hold so he had the twins under each arm safe and sound.

“Next time I’m thank the bitch before I shoot him,” Mags soothed as she finally devoted her attention to the lock, earning a laugh from the purple agent.