OOHHH I'M FERAL FOR THIS ONE (ofc you don't have to if you don't want to dw <3) BUT *deep inhale* LEAVING LIPSTICK ON THE MASHLE BOYS PLEASE I BEG GIVE THEM ALL THE LIPSTICK KISSES I BEG
the smirk i had on my face when i read this scared me-
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leaving lipstick marks on...
mash thought it was a normal day where you showered him with kisses and love galore. didn't think much of it when you gave him a quick peck the cheek and his lips, but was confused when you started giggling after you pulled away.
when he looked at you to ask if something was wrong, he saw the blurred, red pigment on your lips, which were spread into a wide smile. if he had anything to say about it, he'd say you were proud of yourself for something.
he genuinely doesn't realize what you were so happy about until later that day when he meets up with his friends, who were more than shocked to him in such a state.
while they help him clean away his face and tell him to wipe your kisses away to not have the marks leave behind stains on his skin, he doesn't see a problem with it. he feels a little sad since he didn't get to see his face with your kisses on it, but he could always go back to you for more, no?
finn knows what you're up to instantly. the moment he sees you with the vibrant red lipstick on, he's looking for a way to escape his fate. the problem is that he can't say no to you when you have your arms open for a hug like that, so he ends up with three or four kisses on his face anyway.
they're mostly scattered across his freckles, which leaves him a little more flustered than it would if it were, for example, on his forehead. however, he has enough manners to not wipe them away immediately in fear of hurting your feelings for doing so. he'll keep them for a few minutes and wipe them away once you've had your fill of giggles and pride.
dot has nothing to lose when it comes to you. anything to do with you is a win-win for him, so he has no qualms letting you scatter lipstick marks all over him. he'll even pull the collar of his shirt down a little to let you leave some on his neck and collarbone!
he does get a little nervous someone might see him in this state, but pushes the thought away because there's nothing embarrassing about receiving love from his girlfriend.
he has pride as a boyfriend, and this is certainly one of his proudest moments as your lover.
lance is completely against it unless you're in private. he doesn't want anyone but you to see him at the mercy of your love and affection. if someone did see, he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment and die in a hole somewhere. please don't tease him too much, he won't let you do it again!
he'll only ever admit to himself internally that it wasn't a horrible experience, and seeing his face covered in pretty red marks in the shape of your lips wasn't a bad sight, but he'll never say it out loud.
such a prideful boyfriend you have here.
rayne decides to judge how he feels about your actions after he experiences it. he's willing to be less uptight when he's with you because you're just a classmate, nor are you his coworker. his seriousness has no place in your relationship, and if word got out that the sword cane is a lovesick fool, then who is he to deny it?
the entire world should know his heart belongs to you, which is more than enough for him to let you brand his face with a pretty shade of red that he thinks is the best color for you. he picked the color out himself, actually! enjoys feeling the smile you have on your face when you finally lean into kiss him on the lips, to which he gladly deepens by putting a hand behind your head.
the red smudge on both of your lips say everything everyone needs to know when they look over to see a flustered you and a proud-looking sword cane with his face decorated with red lipstick.
orter outright denied you access to his face. there was no way he'd let you do something so scandalous to him! he has a reputation to keep, and he won't let you go around destroying it willy-nilly. but if you play your cards right and mutter how you'll test it on someone else, like the ever-so charismatic flame cane, maybe he'll let you put one or two on him.
he's a man of reputation and pride, but he can't have his wife going around leaving lipstick marks on a man that's not him! however, you choose to have mercy on him and leave a kiss or two on the collar of his shirt. it would certainly keep any unwanted attention away from him without making his reputation crumble. it does not, however, save him from the waterfall of teasing he had to endure at his workplace.
abyss is another one who'd prefer to do it in the enclosed space of his dorm room or yours. he can't imagine facing able in such a state, not because he's embarrassed about you. no, no, no, he could never be ashamed of having someone so kind and loving as you as his lover, but he wants to keep some of his dignity, you know? surely, you'd understand.
about three or four kisses in, he forgets about rose-colored pigment on your lips and initiates a makeout session, cupping your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather.
he ends up with lipstick of his own by the end of it, with one distinct mark over his cursed eye. it was obvious that was the first place you kissed, and his heart couldn't soar any higher than it had when he realized this was just another way of you showing him with the blessing called your love.
pookie…… how do u think orter madl will be when he finds out sum1 hes liking (mm romantically) or possibly his s/o cannot use magic like mash? :o im curious
note. reader is his s/o in this one—gender neutral!
𖥔 shocked, betrayed, absolutely flabbergasted. that's the first three things he felt upon knowing his s/o has no magic. i mean, they have a line across their face, don't they? orter has seen them performed magic before. it's nothing to be shocked about. so what now?
𖥔 orter is a man or order. whenever someone or something doesn't fit in law and order, it leads for him to discard them. but how could orter discard his precious one? his sweet sweet lover that is the only source of his happiness. his s/o who kisses him awake every morning without fail and makes him coffee while he watches them move around the kitchen. his would never throw away his darling.
𖥔 so even if society forbids and deems the powerless as useless, orter slowly but reluctantly accepts the situation. accepts you. he's still so intrigued by how you could wield a little bit of magic though, maybe it was one of the divine visionary's works but he never really noticed how faint and weak your magic is. after all, it was borrowed magic, casted upon you to help you survive for an amount of time in easton.
𖥔 still loves you a ton. more than his job. more than his books. more than every and anything else. you are still his sweet darling, regardless if you have magic or not. obviously. why would a simple thing such as magic change anything for the both of you when your love and affection is clearly more important than stupid magic?
𖥔 orter tells the world that you're still the best he's ever had. absolutely smitten with you at the end of the day, though he doesn't show it or say it. probably tells the other divine visionaries "oh my s/o can do better than you. they're stronger. they're this that bla bla." you're the number one in his eyes and no one shall defy him when it comes to you.
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 😈
Hihi! Could i request any headcannons with orter please? Maybe saving him or him saving you on a mission angst/comfort?? Thank you so much!!
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being betrothed to orter at the ripe age of five wasn't on your to-do list, but it still happened. you didn't have much to complain about initially, since he was just an ordinary noble boy then. in fact, you'd go as far as to say you got along with him and even looked forward to calling him your husband in the future.
the future of being married to him was a happy one when you were younger.
but after his junior, alex, passed away during a mission, orter had grown cold, judging, and so different than the boy you've grown up with and spent your childhood with. his brother, wirth, wasn't exempt from his harshness either, as orter grew to further to be a strict, rule-abiding divine visionary.
you were proud of him, of course, but the pain you felt when he stopped acknowledging your existence overrode everything else you've felt for him. perhaps you loved him, but he never loved you the same. perhaps he never loved you at all. perhaps you were nothing but an annoying bride-to-be that his parents set him up with. and the longer orter kept up his walls against you, the more you couldn't help but think it was true.
now, it was rapidly approaching your wedding day. the day you dreamed and daydreamed of when you were a child didn't give you the same excitement nor happiness you thought it would then. the day was nothing if not nerve-wracking. you were going to be married to a divine visionary, and the coldest one among them all at that.
even the young visionary, rayne ames, treated you well. far better than orter, who didn't even give you a glance when you approached him with the intention to talk about your wedding plans. the looks of pity you received from his coworkers were a little more than salt on your already large wound.
ryoh grantz, the light cane, was kind enough to comfort you. he said that he'll try to talk to orter about how cruel his behavior was towards you when you've done nothing to deserve it. the only thing you did was love him, even if you didn't know at the time. you loved him, maybe a little too much, and that scared him away.
you were pitiful, honestly.
you had done nothing but everything to piss your husband-to-be off to the point he won't even look at you. your parents thought so too. orter's parents tried to get the two of you to talk, but orter never showed up, so they had no choice to chalk it up to you doing something wrong.
so now, you were going over your wedding plans on your own. sitting in the gazebo you and orter spent many summer days in, talking about your future together, and how you were going to run a lovely bakery together when you were grown. but here you were, grown and soon to be married with no plans on what to do in the future.
how hopeless you were.
the wind was your only company, a replacement for the husband you could've had.
the faint rustling of the leaves didn't bother you. in fact, the silence was suffocating, even when you were alone. it was better for some kind of noise to fill the silence you could've filled with mindless chatter with your husband. you could've had everything you dreamed of, yet you're left with nothing but a shattered heart.
you remember the times you, orter, and wirth spent your summer days running in the same field of flowers you were sitting in, taking shelter in the gazebo when the summer rain struck the area, and studying as a group. but that was when you were children. you were grown, and so have the two brothers.
wirth was more than happy to keep a good relationship with you and was often your source of comfort through his letters and visits to your home. you were eternally grateful for his company on those days, having no one else to spend your energy and time on. you'd walk along the flower field with him and listen to him fill the silence with rants of what his school life was like.
the same flower field that yielded so many flowers and memories at the same time.
but the flower field was all you could see before the world turned black before your eyes.
from a sunny, summer day to nothing but the dark abyssal setting of unconsciousness.
you're last thought was an image of the boy orter used to be. the boy you loved so much he no longer wanted anything to do with you, yet you had no idea why.
"desert cane, your presence is required to your parents' house immediately! there's been an emergency!"
the desert cane, orter madl, turned to face the worried-looking secretary with a poker face. he was just about to leave the bureau of magic for a mission, but if it was an emergency, then he had no choice but to leave his mission to someone else.
"fine. give my current mission to someone else. what do my parents need me for?"
"um... something happened to miss/monsieur y/n..."
orter remained silent, which only worried the afro-haired secretary even more than they already were.
it wasn't old news that there was an unknown tension between the desert cane and his fiancee, even though no one knew what the reason for it was. not even the fiancee themselves knew what they did wrong to make orter dislike them so much, and he wouldn't disclose any details to anyone. he even snapped at the light cane for pestering him to at least have better communication skills with his fiancee.
according to him, "better communication won't solve anything" and left it at that.
most pitifully, everyone had dumped the blame on the poor l/n, who was no doubt suffering on their own enough before then. it was so obvious they were grasping at the strings to at least gain orter's acknowledgement, yet the man was ruthless and never appeared to even act like they existed. witnessing the time the poor fiancee had broken down crying after one such encounter, nerey was left to console them.
it was so obvious they were innocent, yet people kept pointing fingers at them and making jabs at the desert cane's fiancee. if they were anyone else's fiancee, they probably wouldn't be in such a complex situation, let alone left to deal with the societal blame on their own.
nerey doubts that even a non-serious man like kaldo wouldn't go so far, so what was it that made orter act in such a way?
when orter arrived at his parent's manor, he didn't expect the array of servants working for his family in visible distress. maids were running about, butlers were tending to his fiancee's parents, who were sobbing and in hysterics, and his parents in the middle of it all, looking stressed beyond measure.
the moment he stepped through the doors, his parents were quick to swipe him away and lead him to a secluded area, away from the mayhem. much like him, his father was straight to the point, but the moment he heard the words coming from his father's mouth, he wished the old man wasn't.
"y/n is missing."
orter had a sneaking suspicion they finally ran away after he went great lengths to keep you at arm's length. that they finally realized they could do better than him. do better than settle for someone who could never learn to treat them like they deserved.
"the maid who was tending to them said there was a pool of blood... they've been kidnapped..."
his mother spoke up, reaching out a hand to stroke his head to comfort him.
orter snapped his head away from her.
how dare they act like they care? how dare they abandon their daughter/son-in-law and act like they cared for them more than anything? it wasn't fair, to him or to y/n. and orter despised his parents for blaming them for something he was deliberately doing. perhaps he should've backtracked and stopped his plans once he saw they were being blamed for his actions, but he didn't. and now he was paying the price for it.
"anything else?"
his parents shared a look before his father pulled out a piece of paper from his coat pocket.
"this was found at the scene."
"if you want your lover back alive, meet me at the entrance of the silver forest by midnight tonight."
orter stared at the note, wondering if he had ever considered y/n his lover. did he ever love them? he knew they loved him, perhaps a little too much, but he didn't mind it. but did he love them the same way? orter sighed and put the note in his pocket.
"i'll be leaving then."
"wait, now?! it could be dangerous!"
"you expect me to leave them to die?"
"i... no, but we thought they did something to you-."
"they never did anything to me. this is me paying the cost for my own stupidity."
his parents were left in the quiet hallway stunned, watching him leave the manor and head straight for the location written in the letter. the sun had yet to set, but knowing people will ill intent, it was better to get to the location as quick as possible. even a moment's hesitation could bring y/n to further harm.
orter understood this was him reaping what he sowed for the past four years, but he couldn't bring himself to let an innocent person die because of it. it wouldn't be fair for y/n, nor was it what alex would have done. actually, alex wouldn't have treated his fiancee so coldly either...
orter arrived at the promised location right at sundown, and even with a few hours left before the actual meeting time, he was met with an ambush of magic. no doubt to hinder him from reaching his destination, but the magicians were no match for the strength of the desert cane. he became a visionary with the sole intention of keeping them safe... yet he still failed.
if the fools who were mindlessly attacking him thought they could stop him from getting to them and bringing them back to where they were safe, they'd wrong.
by the time orter defeated the goons and arrived the forest entrance, the first thing he saw was y/n's defeated figure tied to a tree, bloodied and bruised as if they were treated like nothing but a punching bag. no one else was nearby, but given how no one else was in the area, orter was quick to rush to their side in an attempt to free them.
he had managed to get the ropes off of them before another attack was aimed at him, causing him to pull away and dodge. however, y/n fell forward, eliciting a pained squeak from them and waking them from unconsciousness. orter spared them one glance before turning to the enemy, knowing that if he were to go to them now, they would only get caught in the crossfire.
"y/n."
they looked at him like they didn't think he'd come to save them.
it should've been basic knowledge to any engaged couple that the other would come save them if they were in danger, yet y/n had so little expectations of him. their standards had fallen so far from its former place when they were younger, orter knew he had failed them then.
how foolish he must've been to push them away. if he had known they'd be kidnapped as a result, he would've kept them at his side at all times, cherished them, and protected them like he was supposed to.
but here they were, lying in a pool of their own blood.
the sight did not come from him protecting them.
the sight was only produced because he did the complete opposite, and orter had no else but himself to blame for it.
"go back to sleep. i promise we'll talk later."
he knew it must be uncomfortable on the ground, but they complied anyway, giving into the exhaustion and shut their eyes.
this way, orter could punish the perpetrator without any concerns that they would fear him for what he would do.
y/n did not wake up for the following week.
orter had taken his paperwork to their home and worked there, demanding requesting time off from any on-field work for a while. he didn't trust anyone to take good enough care of them, even when their parents came to check on them. orter saw how quick his in-laws turned against their own child for something out of their control, but he knew and hated the fact that he was the reason for it.
he should've known better. what was he thinking when he decided that keeping them at an arm's length would keep them safe? how had he not realized that they were the safest at his side the whole time, and only after they had go through too much suffering? as smart as orter was, this was by far the dumbest thing he had done in his life.
it was no use trying to deny it.
day and night orter changed their bandages and made sure they were recovering well. their injuries would leave scars, but it didn't matter to orter. they were just as beautiful as they were before they were attacked by a jealous and deranged man, who claimed that no one could have them if he couldn't.
he tried killing them and himself at the same time, only to fail, and was now awaiting his sentence in the prison beneath the bureau of magic. orter was displeased with the fact he couldn't assign an immediate execution on the man, but figured he could easily make the man wish he was dead later.
for now, orter focused on the role he should've been focusing for the past four years.
not even the death of his junior would be a sufficient excuse for how long they've waited for him to act his part as their fiance, especially with the blame they had to face for his attitude.
but through the ordeal, orter learned his spouse-to-be was resilient and stronger than he had given them credit for. he was quite proud that they were so headstrong, yet sad they had to keep themselves up on their own with no one to support them because he chose to distance himself from them without a warning.
y/n had done nothing wrong in their life. not to him, anyway. in orter's eyes, y/n could do no wrong, and that was a fact. they were too much of everything nice in the world, and it wouldn't be a lie to say they were too good for him too.
holding their hand and running his thumb over their knuckles, orter couldn't help but relish in the little affection he could give them.
"i must've been a fool... thinking you'd be safer away from me."
he muttered, watching their unconscious self resting from the bedside chair.
truth be told, orter never knew how to return y/n's affections. to him, showing love and affection was like allowing a criminal on death row to live: impossible and hard to imagine. it wasn't that he didn't love them. in fact, a simple word like love wasn't enough to measure how much he cared about them, how often he thought of them throughout his day, or how much he wished he could spoil them rotten with everything nice in the world.
orter loved them to the point he didn't know what to do with himself and foolishly thought that keeping them at arm's length would keep them safe from people trying to take advantage of his one weakness. if people had known orter was so weak to y/n, the desert cane was sure they would be in far more trouble than they would be otherwise.
the thought itself ended up as a miscalculation, seeing as his fiancee still ended up in a coma and heavily injured.
orter wondered if he had made it clear that y/n was his lover and not just his betrothed, people wouldn't dare to think badly of them. their parents wouldn't dare blame them for something they didn't do, and bygone criminals think to lay a finger on them.
who would mess with someone so closely related to a divine visionary anyway?
no one could think of having the guts of doing something to the fiancee of the merciless desert cane. alongside his cold-blooded reputation, orter came to the conclusion that it was far safer for y/n to be close to him as possible.
but the damage was done, and orter hadn't a clue if y/n would forgive him for his foolishness or not, but he was determined to give them a proper apology. one they deserved for the past four years, for their patience and longsuffering, and for having a little bit of faith and trust in him even when he was the cause of their pain.
sighing, he placed their hand back on the bed and stood up to leave the room, only to be held back by a faint grip on his sleeve. and if his heart didn't jump from its place in his chest to his throat then, orter didn't believe it would ever react that way.
his dear betrothed, laid on the bed with their eyes half-open and heavy from the long sleep they've been in, holding onto his sleeve with an expression orter could only describe as desperate.
"don't go..."
and who was orter to deny them? it was such a simple request for someone who caused them so much pain, that orter couldn't muster any resolve to think about the piles of paperwork waiting for him in the other room.
he sat on the edge of their bed, holding their hand in both of his hands, staring at them expectantly. perhaps they'd slap him, get angry with him, or show some kind of disappointment in his behavior for the past four years. he'd wasted so much of their time; it was only fair for them to seek revenge.
but instead, y/n held his hands tighter, tugging him closer to them until he was lying side to side with them on the single-sized bed, which should've been changed to a larger one a long time ago.
"... pretty..."
orter stared at them wordlessly, watching them stare at his features like they've never seen him before, and remained still when they let go of his hands to cup his face and rub their thumbs over his cheekbones.
"i deserve no compliment from you... you should be upset with me."
the man replied, though he made no move to stop them from admiring his features.
"you came to save me... that's enough for me."
"... it shouldn't be."
y/n smiled in response, moving their hands up to run their hand through his hair.
orter felt like he hadn't seen them smile in so long. the only expressions he's seen them have for the past while as a frown and a face of hurt. seeing a smile on their face felt like a breath of fresh air.
"i can see you regretting things already, and i didn't even say anything. i don't want to make you feel bad."
"i've made you feel a hundredfold worse. i deserve it."
y/n cupped his cheeks again, shaking his head side to side a little.
"having you here is enough, orter. you finally listened to me for once."
orter frowned, though he couldn't stop the rush of pride at the sound of his name rolling off their tongue. he leaned in closer to them, so close he could count the lashes on their eyelids.
"it's about time i do... no one likes a disobedient spouse."
"mmh, and you said i was going to be the stubborn one when we were little."
they grabbed his hand again, leaving one hand on his cheek.
"it was a miscalculation on my part."
"i know."
orter blinked once, twice before wrapping his arms around them and pulled them closer to him, disliking the feeling of them being too far with the small gap of space between them. if he could wrap himself in their warmth and scent for the rest of his life, orter would give anything for it to happen.
"you could've broken off the engagement if you were so hurt."
"i couldn't... i loved you too much. i thought i was scaring you away."
"you couldn't scare a fly even if you tried."
orter's arms tightened around them, one hand coming up to hold the back of their head to his chest. y/n wrapped their arms around his middle, snuggling into his embrace just as they did in his dreams. except they were... rather indecent in his dreams, compared to the nightwear they were wearing.
"do you think our parents would be upset if we kissed before the wedding?"
orter scoffed into their hair, nearly wanting to laugh.
"i'd like to imagine the look on their faces when they realize what happened between us."
y/n looked up at him from where they were tucked into his chest with a pout.
"i won't let them blame you for it. you were scared too."
"even after they blamed you for nothing?"
"... maybe we should elope instead..."
doing so would be much better than facing their parents and explaining everything that's happened. y/n's father might even demand breaking off the engagement for orter's immature behavior, and while it was well-deserved, orter didn't want to let them go.
they were the only genuine source of love he had in his life, not even his parents could compare to them. losing them would be just as devastating as losing all the magic in his body.
"that would be a bigger headache to explain, though."
grumbled the divine visionary, who stared down at them while they pushed their head back to his chest. he wondered if they found his embrace comforting as they made it seem.
"mh, i don't want to think about that right now. or ever, if possible. i'm too tired."
"then sleep. you're still injured."
"but i want to spend time with you."
"we will have more than enough time after we're married."
"but i want time with you now."
orter looked at them with a deadpan, causing them to break into a fit of laughter for the first time in ages. how lovely their laughter was, even if it was hoarse and dry to anyone else, it was the most loving sound orter heard in his life.
he dived his head down to quiet them with his lips, directing their face to his with the hand resting on the back of their head. his other arm wrapped around their waist, pulling them impossibly close to him and keeping them there.
it was a kiss he should've given them a long time ago, but he hopes that they would accept it as well as other... methods... he plans to use to earn their forgiveness.
to hell with waiting until marriage, orter thought, why wait a few more days when his beloved waited for him so well for four years?
y/n, on the other hand, enjoyed the breaking of orter's dam, flooding them with all the affection he kept in his heart. they figured he didn't need to know that they've forgiven him since the moment they've seen him come to their rescue, not that they had the heart to hold a grudge against him with all the love they had for him.
whatever ways he planned to use for their "forgiveness," y/n wanted to bask in it and be the center of his attention, even more so when they were officially bound by the long-lasting love they shared with him.
Could I request orter bathing with his s/o something fluffy please!! I need soft orter so bad!! :3
i'm kicking my feet and giggling just thinking abt this- (i'm so normal abt him i swear)
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being orter's s/o includes...
your life with orter was often times a routine.
it wasn't mundane by any means, given how orter always had something new to say about his coworkers. the main constant was that he always came home tired and wanting nothing more but to relax in silence. so, other than the quiet greetings and small talk over supper, neither of you said much.
there was no need to, since you could read each other like an open book. there was no need to hide what either of you wanted in the warm comforts of your home, which orter claims that the four walls and the roof only became a home when you moved in with him.
there was nothing comforting about the building to him; it was merely a place of rest, but your mere presence made it a place of love, a place he could relax, loosen his shoulders, and not think about anything.
with you, he was free to be mindless, free, and act like a normal citizen of the world.
after eating dinner and helping you clean up the dishes, orter would drift off to the bathroom on his own, unbuttoning his shirt and pull off his tie as he went after you have gently taken away his heavy overcoat from his shoulders the moment he stepped on the doormat.
orter appreciated how sensitive you were to magic because you used it to sense how he was feeling and recognize the faint traces of his magic at the door. your ability allowed you to take care of him, something orter did not allow just anyone to do.
it warmed his heart when you explained how his aura was the color of golden sand from the far away deserts, how you could never mistake it for anyone else. you were attentive to him more than anyone else ever was, not even his own mother could compete with you when it came to caring for a high-maintenance man like him. he admits his stickler-for-rules-and-order personality is hard to tend to, but orter learned to discard it with you.
the only rules he had to abide by in your shared home was to love you unconditionally and to respect you in highest regard. if there's anything orter wants to avoid, it's the sight of your tears. he prays there will never be a day he is the reason for your tears ever again, after the first significant disagreement the two of you had.
he promised himself he would follow the rigorous routine of loving you, keeping you safe, and making sure you know that he only has the eyes and heart for you alone.
one of these ways was bath time, which often went in two ways.
while orter occasionally preferred bathing alone, after the first time you've joined him, his brain chemistry was altered, and he felt like having you in the tub with him was a necessity for his nighttime routine.
he'd let the tub fill up while waiting for you to join him in the bathroom, shutting the door behind you while he finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly close to him. he drops his head onto your shoulder, where he releases a hefty sigh, like he could finally breathe again after a long time underwater.
you often helped him undress and neatly fold away his work uniform on the counter, while he helped you get out of your own clothes. orter disliked acting irrational, but there was always something about your skin against his that made him crave you. even with a fully stomach from the meal you cooked, you've joked that he had a separate palate for your affections.
when the two of you slide into the warm, foggy waters of the tub, orter either has you sit between his legs or across from him, where he could see the serene smile on your face.
oh, how he loved your smile.
he loved every expression you made, but your smile always made his heart skip a few beats like a young maiden in love. it's not like he could help it, since you were his first love. he hopes you'll be his last, as he would be yours.
when orter has a bit of energy remaining from his work day, he places the yellow rubber ducks you brought with you from your separate home years ago. you childishly claimed they were your therapists, little friends you could rant about your day to. you've had them since you were a child, and as much as orter found it silly, he couldn't find it himself to comment anything disrespectful.
these little, childish trinkets were a large part of who you were growing up, hence saying anything about how childish and dumb they were would breach his promise of respecting you.
the rubber ducks are all different sizes, so he lines them up from biggest to smallest on the edge of the tub. then, he watches your eyes light up light lanterns on a festival night and pick up one or two of them and let them float along the bathwater.
bathing was no longer a mundane task to practice good hygiene. it was now a moment of quality time between the two of you, a routine orter wishes he could uphold with you alone as time works its course.
the actual washing part, orter admits, is his favorite part of bath time with you.
he has an excuse to hold you close, run his hands all over your body without lustful pretenses, and feel you do the same for him also.
having your hands run foamy bubbles into his hair, perhaps even styling it into a mohawk, was not something a man like orter would enjoy, but to both of your surprises, he had no qualms against it.
after rinsing and hopping out of the tub, orter would tug the fluffy towel off the rack and thoroughly pat you down with it.
hearing you laugh as he ruffled your hair with the towel was a sound he would keep in his heart for the next decades, updating how lovely it sounded each time you laughed. after you were dry and dressed, you'd dry him off as well, occasionally poking at his ribs for fun.
he knew you only did it for him to grab your wrist and place a kiss on the palm of your hand, like it was a silent call for his affection. one he could never seem to refuse.
when going to bed, orter was keen on ensuring you were tucked in on all sides before slipping under the covers himself. he would never get a good night's sleep unless he made sure you were "snug as a bug in a rug" himself. (a small, adorable quote he learned from you)
orter was not a man of sentiments because all the sentimental attributes of his were solely devoted to you.
and personally, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Orter madl with a lover who is blind but has lots of magic how would he feel about that 🙇
this man's got poor eyesight himself, it's basically pot calling kettle black-
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being orter's blind s/o includes...
it was hard for him to adjust to you when you first met him, actually.
you were fairly accommodating for someone with a legal disability which he was grateful for, but he had doubts that you were any good and defending yourself.
he underestimated you a whole lot and thought that you were a useless addition to the divine visionary group, even when ryoh confirmed that you were not someone to mess with.
so on the fated day that you and orter finally work together, he’s sticking as close as he can to you just in case you trip over something and get hurt.
but funnily enough, you don’t trip over anything. you walk on your own just fine, and it’s almost like you could see or sense your surroundings at least.
and orter, being the overly strict guy he is, questions you about how you’re able to navigate your surroundings so well if you’re blind. he starts asking if you are actually blind until you get rid of your blindfold and show the scars dragged across your eyelids.
it is then obvious to everyone and their deceased grandmother that you cannot see.
then you explain that you can sense your surroundings via magic, though it took you a long time to constantly use magic to do so.
when you and orter finally get to your destination, it is revealed that you are as strong as ryoh had said.
what orter did not expect was a literal black hole swallowing your enemies. your magic was oddly similar to wahlberg’s but he didn’t question it at the time until after the fight, where he made a passing comment about how your magic was similar to the old man’s.
then you laugh at him, call him silly, and say “he’s my granddad!”
in the most nonchalant voice ever
and orter had to pause for a moment because he DOES NOT recall the old man ever getting married, let alone having a wife or any kids, but somehow he kept them all hidden for safety issues.
your identification spell deactivated simply because you were anointed a divine visionary, and everyone knew your real identity by then.
orter, for many reasons, is shell-shocked. he never considered that wahlberg had so much energy to cast a illusion spell on his family members, but he is also shocked that you’ve lived under a different name the whole time until the moment you became… well, you.
after your mission together, orter starts respecting you a lot more, both because of the things you did to get where you were now, and your lineage.
that respect in a matter of months turn into infatuation for a few reasons:
he admires you for how strong you are, mentally and magically.
he feels this internal urge to protect you even though you could probably protect yourself better
he learned that he had a lot to learn from you, especially when it came to interacting with others.
and most of all, he didn't need to see your eyes to know you were a beautiful person.
even with your scars, he thinks you're the most admirable and respectable person on the planet.
this is shown from the moment you start dating him because this man would never walk in front of you unless it's in a dangerous situation.
he prefers to walk side-by-side with you because he considers you his equal out of everyone else.
offers you his arm or hand when you need to go somewhere, just so you're not inconvenienced from your disability.
most of all, he would NEVER allow ANYONE to talk down on you. yes, you're blind, but you're just as deserving of being called a divine visionary as he was. you're disability had nothing to do with your strength, and orter knew that like that back of his hand.
of course, he would never talk you down either; none of your family or friends do it, so it obviously doesn't give him permission to do it.
not only that, but he worries that he will loose wahlberg's approval of him the minute he says something inconsiderate.
one time the two of you were bickering over something dumb and he said "look here you-" and you just stood there like "???"
had to take a moment, breathe, and stutter out an apology because it was just out of pocket. well, not really. he didn't mean to say something like that. he just forgot you were... you know.
blind
controlling his tongue and having patience puts him through the wringer, but he thinks it's worth it because he's learning how he can treat you right
he can't live the rest of his life being an inconsiderate prick anyway, might as well get started on the changes.
was so anxious when you met his family bc they're so judgmental af but then mf WAHLBERG joins the meeting and is like "sup bros and ladies, what's up?"
he really went "dw grandchild, grandpa got this in the bag"
bc let's be honest, wahlberg probably won't let some noblemen talk down his grandchild like that.
i mean he already feels bad for not being able to protect you once, he's not letting you go into wacky ass shit alone again. well, granted, you have orter, but it's going to be hard for orter to clap back to his own dad like that, so he pulled up for emergencies.
and mr. madl sitting here KNOWING if he breathes a word of meanness to you he's going to get it.
not only from wahlberg and you, but from his own son
you handled everything so well, orter couldn't help but think you were just born to be his spouse or something.
you even got to sassing his mom because she was persistent on you taking your blindfold off at the dinner table, which you didn't feel comfortable doing and told her that "my ugliness is not a sight for the weak hearted, ma'am. i'm afraid i do not want to be the reason behind your cardiac arrest."
