#dot fluff

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.

kisses with mash are innocent. neither side is quite experienced and taking each learning step together. but it feels right. it feels safe kissing him and knowing he doesn't have the heart to judge you. you can feel the love through each small kiss he presses on your lips. even when he's holding your face a little too hard, you can tell he's trying his best for you because you certainly deserve the best of him. your noses might bump, and your teeth might clash, but nothing is going to prevent mash from showing you all the things he feels for you. he might not be able to unravel them and understand them right away, but he knows what he feels for you is love.

kisses with finn are shy but intimate. he can't handle kissing you for so long, otherwise he feels like his heart is going to explode. faces are red, eyes are averting, but he can't help but go back for more. you're so patient and good for him, how can he not? he'll kiss you all over your face if he can't handle kissing your lips, but he just wants to keep kissing you until it feels right. until it feels like he's meant to do it as easy as breathing, he silently asks you for a little patience and practice with each short kiss on your lips.

kisses with lance are slow. he hates rushing things. he takes his time to do things right, and as a meticulous person, he intends to do the same when it comes to learning how to love you. kissing you is simply one of the steps to perfect the method of loving you, which is why he's kissing you until the last ounce of oxygen in your lungs. he waits for you to catch your breath and goes back for more when you're stabilized because as much as he tells himself to take it slow, it's very hard. he never knew he would be so eager to learn before, but you seem to show him sides of himself he never knew he had. he feels like he's a prince in the fairytales anna likes to read all the time, and he has no doubt that you're the princess who gives him his happily ever after.

kisses with dot feel like hushed giggling at midnight. the two can't seem to stop giggling laughing each time you part from one kiss, only to silence each other with the next kiss. he pecks your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, with a big, bright smile and quiet laughter ringing in your ears. he never thought he would get to experience something so simple yet big, but you gave him a chance no one else would. hence, he treats you like a queen because you're worth more than gold. he wants every kiss you share with him to remind you of the laughter and happiness the two of you share. kissing you feels like kissing sunshine, and dot isn't sure if he felt so warm and fuzzy with any other girl, but the thought is gone in a nanosecond because you're all he can think about.

kisses with abyss are intoxicating. he hasn't felt a time where he felt so liberated. he feels like he can breathe around you, even with his lips pressed so tightly against yours. he wants to breathe you in, memorize your scent and the feel of you under his until it's the only thing he can think of. he's always been so burdened by his eye, he couldn't possibly think of feeling so free with someone. he's grateful to have you, even if for a single moment like this, where he can kiss you senseless. until he's the only thing on your mind, like you are on his. if there was anything abyss could choose to be drunk on, it'd be you. the finest liquor of the world could be served to him on a silver platter, but none of it will be better than feeling you against his lips. he doesn't ever want to feel satisfied of you because he can't treat you like he's had enough of you. he doesn't want to see it happen.

kisses with abel feel unreal. abel isn't new to the thrill of romance novels among his fellow nobles, but he never was able to get a grasp on it himself. he felt like it was always overexaggerated and unreal, but now he knows. sharing a mere few kisses with you made him feel things he never felt before. why was his face so warm? why are you looking at him like he hung the moon and stars for you? why can't he stop kissing you, whether it is your lips, nose, or cheeks? but even with all these feelings, abel knows that none of the romance novels other nobles read could compare to the feeling of kissing you so deeply yet gently. like you're a glass statue made of love and unrivaled kindness, because that's all he sees in you. he's a little afraid of breaking you, hurting you, scaring you, but when you smile and press a kiss to his cheek like that, he feels his restraint falling apart, bit by bit like cookie crumbs.

kisses with rayne are sacred. he's such a busy guy, and there are so little moments where the two of you can spend personal, bonding time together. his time is sacred, but rayne would give you all of his time and energy that he should be using to build a better world for orphans on you. treating you right, kissing you until you're red and dizzy, sweep you off your feet when you kiss until your knees are weak. there will never be a time he sees you as a chore. his job is what should seem like a chore, even if he chose the path to take, but he'd rather have his job be a chore than see something so natural as loving you, pulling you into small alleyway to kiss you like he's mad, as a chore. so what if his time and attention is sacred? he has plenty to spare, only for you. anything and everything he has are yours: his mind, body, soul, and heart. why shouldn't you have his time and love when you have all of those things?

kisses with orter are secret. as strong and emotionlessly confident as he is, orter doesn't think he can handle people seeing you kiss him. or him kissing you, whichever makes you show him that cute, flustered expression of yours to him. the expressions you make kissing him, the way you hold onto him so tightly are things only he should be privy to. no one else should have the privilege to get to see you like this. even if he were to lose all the magic in his body and every bit of power he has in the palm of his hand, orter would rather lose it all than to share the way you love him so suffocatingly with anyone else. why else would he be holding you just as tightly, just as closely to his body while he ravages your lips like they're his last meal? surely, you understand are his wordless acclamations of love, the passion he puts into loving you can't go unnoticed. he'll kiss you until you notice them, anyway.

you laugh at dot's misery of having zero rizz every day. not a day goes by where you don't tease him about how all of his friends are hella attractive but he can't have bitches

mash, the literal dumbest person in the friend group unintentionally got lemon wrapped around his finger, and he has an IQ of a child. the only thing he really knows is how to bake and throw hands.

lance and finn are attractive in their own rights, meanwhile your brother is a bit... desperate.

and it's funnier because you're on the attractive side too, and it's like he got all the bad genes or something. but even that's a lie because it's his stupid hairstyle that's the problem.

you forced him to put away his headband for one day, and there were girls gawking at him in the hallway first thing in the morning, which brought you to a conclusion.

"hide your big ass forehead, it's revolting."

you can imagine the look on his face for visual comedy.

dot can say all the shit he wants, but he's hotter when he has his hair down, and for some reason, no one knows why he keeps that goofy hairstyle (you gave him the headband when you were kids and he's kept it on his head ever since)

and while you're in the orca dorm, a third-year student, and a third-liner, you're not going around boasting about your greatness. in fact, you openly complain about how the mere sight of your textbooks makes you want to catapult yourself out your dorm room window.

and yes, margarette is your bestie because who the hell does what to be friends with them?

in fact, they were your first friend in easton and have kept diligently by your side ever since.

you're pretty keen on abel and abyss too, if they weren't so adamant about keeping you at arms length for whatever reason.

you and rayne didn't really know each other that well until you learned that finn was his brother, and you've tried befriending him ever since.

surprisingly enough, the two of you bonded well by talking about how it felt taking care of your individual siblings, where you mostly complain about how stubborn dot is and wish that finn was your brother instead.

rayne didn't think dot was that bad until he found dot trying woo lemon, and now he's wondering how you don't have a head of white hair from dealing with someone like that for years.

as annoying as dot is, you would be caught dead lying if you said you didn't care about him. you literally beat up a few students from lang, demanding to know why your brother was in a full body cast.

the moment two students stepped up, you gave them a thrashing and a half.

abel and abyss were mildly terrified at the power you had in your hands, because while abel is a third-liner, he obtained it through artificial means.

you, on the other hand, earned it via hard work, and was able to maintain your third-liner state, which even rayne or wahlberg couldn't do.

to say your strength in magic was high above your peers was an understatement. if it weren't for the fact you weren't interested, you would've been one of the strongest divine visionaries out there.

it's almost unfair to some students how strong you and dot are, because you're a third-liner and he has the ira kreuz. there's been talk about how you were like abel and got it through something that wasn't hard work, but with the amount of time you spend studying and experimenting with your magic, there's no way it was artificial.

it's actually sickening to margarette to hear people talk down how much effort you've put into your skill because they've witnessed your desire for strength many times.

the main reason you wanted to be strong was not to be a divine visionary, but to own and defend an orphanage where parentless children or magicless kids could go to and seek shelter.

you knew the bureau of magic would have a problem with that, so you trained an awful lot to preparing to deal with divine visionaries should things come down to it.

rayne actually looks up to you a lot for your plans in the future, and he eventually made plans to aid you in your future orphanage because it does follow up with his goal to not have orphans go through the same thing he and finn did.

dot doesn't know about the plan obviously, but he knows you have something big planned for the future, and he's willing to support you every step of the way. especially since he claims that making sure you get to your goal in life is his role as a little brother.