#margarette macaron x reader

[vamvogue]

[!] KISSES P2.

ⓘ part 2 of how mashle boys kiss you! please read rules and warnings of the upcoming content: gn!reader — fluff w/hints of suggestion; incl. rayne, margarette, abel, + abyss. kissing, fluff, spice-ish, + light teasing. i had criminally forgotten rayne last time, so here he is. tagging bc i said i would write it: @mayurin17

rayne kisses softly.

he's not to forceful, nor too light, but just enough to give the right satisfaction. he kisses you like your glass that could be shattered at any given moment. his hand cups your cheek as he leans in carefully to steal your lips for a single moment.

rayne kisses like you like he worships you. especially, when the two of you are in private. his soft lips travel from the tips of your ears, to the underside of your jaw, to your collarbone, down the soft skin of your arms, and to the palm of your hands before he flips them over to kiss the back of them.

if it's truly a special night, he'll go past that, breathing as if he'll soon while slowly, yet softly, kissing down the valley of your chest and down to your stomach.

margarette's kisses are smooches.

they kiss like a grandma meeting her grandchildren. they also kiss with the purpose of marking you up. after all, the deep purple lipstick is for more than show. if anything they start wearing it because the purple looks to good on your skin, paired with the fact that people know your theirs.

margarette grabs your face when they kiss you. again, grandma. they pour love and adoration to the kisses as they nuzzle your face. a happy hum of a tune leaves their lips as they smash them against yours.

"ah, darling, it seems you've got a little something on your face." they smirk as they admire your face littered with kiss marks.

abel kisses like a middle school. he has zero idea what it is or what it looks like to kiss. he was the type to shy away or cover his eyes when people kissed near him, hence he has no blueprint.

he leans in close, still holding the odd wooden doll in his arms. "um, abel?" you whisper, looking down at his oddly puckered lips and the doll in his arms. you look at him and then at the doll, "oh," he whispers before putting it down.

abel carefully holds your arms, "ive never- im not sure how to- " he mumbles until you chuckle. his eyes widen a smidge as you smile sweetly at him before presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

"lets start with that, hm?"

the man let's out a shaky breath, but nods. he leans in close, deciding to press his lips to your forehead instead.

"is that satisfactory?"

abyss kisses like a kid going through the start of puberty. after all, he's been isolated his entire life. who would ever want to be with him? he has the devil's eye after all.

so, logically, he swoons, melting in your hold when your hands cup his face. one of his hands moves to encompass yours, his droopy eyes flutter when he looks at you. he shifts his face to press a soft kiss to the palm of your hand before rubbing it on his cheek.

abyss learns to kiss you with love. it starts from hand kisses, to forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek, to kisses on the corner of your lips, to your lips themselves, paired with soft, loving kisses to your collarbone.

he smiles softly at you after every kiss, whispering a 'thank you,' as if he needs to.

[vivilaviva]

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

Finn Ames.

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

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

Rain Ames.

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

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

Margarettе Macaron.

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

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

[dabi-drift]

Not sure if you take requests rn, but would it be possible to write some relationship headcanons for Margarette...? Any scenerio is fine, up to you!! Maybe include their reaction to having a partner immediately be accepting of them being nonbinary/gender fluid? Just a suggestion, its all up to you, I just love them sm- (There's literally no HC I can find of them lol, your blog is an oasis in the desert since youre one of the only people who writes for mashle<3 ty sm!!)

This did have He/She/They pronouns for Margarette, because I read that they go by all 3, but I re-read the manga and decided to change it to They/Them

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

Margarette's love is loud. They want the world to hear how your hearts sing to each other; it's a melody all of your own, the soundtrack to your love.

And they're proud to love you, to call you theirs.

Your love doesn’t have conditions. Whether binary or non-binary, gender doesn’t change who they are inside. They'll always be Margarette. And they're the only one who can debate their identity. But your opinion mattered so much to them that for a moment, they lost their pride. They were so nervous. What if you couldn’t accept them? What if you didn’t like the version of themselves that they were able to love and be proud of?

So when you said "That's just who you are. You're safe with me.", they were so relieved. You accepted all of them - the masculine, the feminine, and everything that fell outside those brackets. You asked for their pronouns, and it felt like you finally knew them.

They can help you if you ever question your gender.

They love to hold your waist and dance with you. They love when you jump into their arms and you smile like they're the safest place in the world. And when you sigh, they know you're happy. They're in love with your little noises - your sighs and your laughs, your heartbeat, and the chords of love.

They love with words and actions; even the deepest layers of love, that no language can translate. They love like it's their religion, like you're everything they believe in. And under an umbrella of stars, only you can lead them home.

It feels like you're always in the springtime of your love. You're so happy together, so warm and safe. They comfort you when you're feeling low, and hype you up when you're insecure. They buy you fancy gifts. They write you notes - confessions and poems of love, and they can use those three words or stretch them to infinity.

There's always a new way to say I love you.