Andy couldn’t help but smile while looking at his great nephew.  He must seem like a total creeper.  He didn’t actually mean any harm.  He missed having any family around.  Although he knew that life was beyond him as an elder but maybe people coming from the future would give him a chance.  "It’s probably a good thing,“ He didn’t want to give statistics on how it was more family members and friends that were more of a concern.  He didn’t need an ex cop giving him advice.
The smile at his son brought a low growl from Marcel that he couldn’t hold back and the little boy in his arms giggles again thinking the game was on again. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t really care. But you can tell your boss some lackey isn’t gonna scare me and if he even so much as thinks about Lelia I’ll put him to sleep.” He warns the other male before looking to the young boy in his arms and puts on a bright smile, “Rainbow snow cone right bub?”
The elder could have cloaked himself but he didn’t feel the need.  He wasn’t a threat to the kid and certainly didn’t see the blonde as a threat to himself.  Although he had hoped not to be noticed.  He straightened his posture when the man addressed him in regards to a snow cone, “No, no thank you.  I should be going.”  He wasn’t sure how Leila would take him being around.  He didn’t know if she knew him in the future. Â
Marcel takes in a deep breath, taking the scent of the other male in hoping it would help him in the future to not be caught off guard. He looks to the child in his arms and tries to keep a calm and collected tone and energy, kids picked up on shit so easily and he didn’t want him upset. “So soon huh?” The half dragon looks around, was this some asshole working for Lelia’s ex? Looking to take the kids back or someone from his family trying to? Not that it would work out for anyone coming after her or the kids. “Maybe its for the best, big guy and I are kind of funny about strangers.”
Andy was watching the man with the young boy from afar.  He was no longer just a whitelighter anymore so he could bend the rules a bit.  Especially right now.  It wasn’t as if he could be so active on Earth without making himself known a little bit.  It wasn’t like he was going to his siblings to see them again.  Still he remained quiet to not interrupt the moment.
The former assassin pauses sensing someone watching the two and though he was sure it was likely nothing threatening, the man could never know, someone brought them to the past, someone attacked the Halliwell house and Marcel wasn’t anything if not protective of his young, taking Lelia’s children on as his own. “Lets get you an snow cone huh Bud?” He suggests holding the boy easily in his hands, might as well be a bag of feathers. “You want one?” He asks the male whose eyes were caught on them, was it a friendly gesture, well as much as it was a challenge or callout to knowing he was being watched.Â
The words that she had overheard coming from Wyatt’s lips were cutting constant cuts into her heart. She still hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell him that she had in fact lost their baby and almost her own life as well. She couldn’t be the one to break his heart. Hers was already breaking just thinking about telling him and taking away the joy and pride he had in being a father. She had been quick to sneak away from the company of others, closing herself quietly into a room before sliding her back down it, a sigh leaving her lips as her eyes fell shut. It wasn’t until she heard a creaking of floorboards that her her eyes shot open and she pushed herself up quickly. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she spoke quickly. “I didn’t think anyone was in here.”
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Marcel knew Wyatt Halliwell far better than he knew any of the other Halliwell family, simply because when someone tries to kill you and accuses you of kidnapping your own girlfriend you get to know them on a whole new level. It was a silly misunderstanding that got cleared up only after the two men gone head to head in a fairly bloody battle but once it cleared up Marcel had a deeper respect for the halfling. Hanging out in the Halliwell home waiting to go over a few ideas of why they were brought here, when Wyatt’s woman entered the room curling onto the floor in front of the door. He rocks in the chair he’s sitting on with Little Lottie in his arms when he realized she didn’t know she was alone, “Its alright Darling. Not my house, just wanted to get this little girl down for a little nap before her mama came for her.” He muses with a soft laugh to break the tension, “You alright?”
The giggle that erupted down the hall brought a smile to her lips as Marcel’s voice cut through the happy shrieks. Leila quickly readjusted the 7 month old on her hip as she moved out of the nursery, smile still plastered across her lips. “Oh no the big bad dragon got your brother, little Lottie,” she joked, looking at the baby on her hips who was watching with a wide smile on her lips. “What should we do?” The baby giggled as she pointed towards the older male and Nikolas, Leila’s eyes moving to the pair, an amused expression still across her features.
Marcel could hear Leila’s footsteps and the gurgling of the young baby she carried even over the giggling boy in his arms. He turns to look at the mother of the two children with a wide grin, “Dragons love nothing more than the sweet taste of pretty woman.” He warns her tucking the small boy under one arm and raising the other with his fingers stretched out like claws, moving slowly over to her like a predator towards prey.
Marcel loved his wife with every fiber of his being and though they never had children of their own, they both loved children. When they brought Leila into their lives and into their marriage, her having two young children just meant she brought more joy into their lives. With the toddler running up to the half dragon, he snatched the child up with a giddy laugh coming from young Nicky. Marcel lets out a soft roar, “A tiny human, just what a dragon loves to snack on.” He pretends to snarl and bite at the young child’s neck and shoulders as the child screams in glee and laughter trying to push him away.
“………. Okay, good point.” There was a small grimace on her face as she recalled those days, days she would certainly hate to go back to much more than this year. “Fight? With myself? Would I ever? I was actually just thinking about doing a little dance, make a little love, you know?” A mischievous pouted danced on her lips, hands sliding up his front to tap her fingertips against his chest. “Oh? Keep saying things like that,” she smirked. “How big are we talking?”Â
“I have my moments.” The last thing he wanted was to go back, time was supposed to go forward, not back, everything that happened was to happen, it brought him to Carmen and then centuries later brought them both to Lelia. “Yes, yes I think you would, you would think that some lesser warlock or demon was trying to make their life more interesting posing as you and a fight would certainly break out. And to think if past me, kissed current you? I shudder to think of it.” He says with a mocking smile but he could see the scene playing out perfectly. “Remember that snobby gem dealer in Rome? I’m thinking bigger than that. I happen to remember a story about a large collection of jewels being housed in some too rich for taste businessman’s penthouse. We got the information too late and he already had them moved to a high tech vault and we were on our way out of the country. I’m thinking a do over.”
It had been a long time since she had been able to actually go out after having her daughter. Charlotte’s father had been a controlling man and most of Leila’s day’s had been spent locked up in the house with the baby or out getting groceries, rarely ever without the baby on her hip. Tonight felt so freeing, especially as she swayed to the beat of the music, The smile that was plastered to her lips only widened as Marcel replied. “You and Carmen always making me feel like a princess,” she laughed as she allowed the male to direct her to the bar. Feeling him standing behind her protectively was still fairly odd to the brunette, she was still trying to grow accustomed to it. A brown, doe-eyed glance was shot up at Marcel before they returned to the bartender, smile never faltering as the bartender looked to her. “Dry martini please,” she spoke. “And a shot of tequila while you’re at it if ya don’t mind.”
Marcel lowers his face to her ear, brushing her hair out of the way, “That’s because you are our princess.” He reminds her with a grin on his face as he pats his hands on her waist to the rhythm of the music playing. He waits for her to order, seeing her big doe eyes look up at him, as if she needed permission to get as she pleased. If Marcel ever came across her ex he couldn’t be sure he would beat the man to a pulp before eating him. “I sense I’ll be carrying you home, not that I’d complain.” She’d be no more than a rag doll in his arms.
“Well, I have no idea why out of all the years it had to be this one.” She recalled it was pretty dull on a grand scale of worldwide events, nothing much happened in her opinion. “Hey, do you think if I go and meet myself it would split the world in half or something? I’m pretty sure I was in California around now.” @xcfstartersx​
“At least its still a year with indoor plumping, so I can’t complain much.” He mutters, nothing worse than having to use an outhouse or not have hot running water. “I think that it might end up in a fight either way and its less a headache to not tempt fate. Besides, I much father have you here.” He adds wrapping his arms around his wife. “Though later, we can start planning something big.”
A laugh left her lips as she glanced at the other, the music blasting loud in the club as they happily danced. The buzz had kicked in quite quickly as they moved to the music, they sweat rolling down their bodies. “This DJ is wicked,” she grinned. “But I think I might need another drink. You down?”
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Marcel wasn’t much of a club person, he went only because his girls loved the dancing, he was more used to formal forms of dance and actually preferred it. But hell would freeze over before he had Leila going to a club by herself, her safety meant too much to Carmen and himself. “You can have whatever you desire, Darling you know that. Come on, I’ll get you up front and center to the bartender.” He stands behind her directing her towards the bar before using his own body to move others out of the way and protectively stand behind her. “A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He calls over the music.
Beckett wasn’t happy about being trapped in the attic for anyone to find… and question.  He already felt like enough people knew things that he didn’t want spreading throughout the entire family and magical community. Â
He heard someone walking to the stairs and started to panic. Â The chances it was someone that he already knew were slim. Â With his luck. Â Before he could try anything to force his way out of the crystal cage the blonde man walked in. Â
So it was someone he knew.  Someone that was acquaintance of his mother’s.  "Any chance you can help get me out of it, Marcel?“ he asked as he turned to face the man. It wouldn’t be that hard to do. All that had to be done was one of those crystals moving out of the circle.Â
The dragon sucks on his teeth as he walks over to the cage, “I don’t know, messing with the Charmed ones things...might not be the best move on my part. They might take me being half Warlock and Dragon poorly and think evil is afoot.” He muses with a hint of a smirk on his face, “Why the bloody hell are you sneaking around in the Halliwell manor anyway?” He looks over to the book, “Some light reading you’re looking for?”
Beckett was going to check the book of shadows for any entries on Lilith.  Flaming directly into the attic because he didn’t want to deal with any Halliwells.  He was sure that he would get a lot of push back to see the book as he was a stranger to most of them.  He stepped forward and was instantly knocked back.  "Motherfu..,“ he started to say as he realized that he just teleported into a crystal cage trap.  Guess that answered his question if they were on edge or not.  He took a deep, frustrated breath as he looked around at the predicament that he put himself in. @xcfstartersx​
Marcel had plenty of places to go to be sure, he knew where he was in this time and it was no where in the city, so that certainly helped but he figured if he was dragged to the past, maybe Wyatt was as well, he was supposed to be the twice blessed and all that nonsense. Walking up the stairs to the attic the dragon hybrid laughs seeing Beckett locked in a crystal cage, “Well well, you’ve got yourself in a pickle here huh Boyo?”
Is that (CHARLIE HUNNAM)? NO, it’s (MARCELLUS IGNIS). He are (500+) years old and a (Dragon/Warlock hybrid). He are charming, skillful, protective but he are also possessive, devious, aggressive.
Marcel was created by one of two covens of warlocks using magic along side dragon DNA, in hopes to make a perfect solider race, the two covens wanted to breed their two specimens together to further and strengthen the new race they created. Marcel had no knowledge of any of this information for most of his life, he knew he was created by magic but he never understood or was given the true reasoning behind it.
When the other coven was destroyed, suddenly one day, Marcel’s coven made new plans for him, still turning him into a weapon, an assassin for hire. He took down monarchs, lords and even leaders of demonic groups, stealing what treasures he found along the way. He quickly realized at some point he stopped aging completely which only pleased his coven even more.
Two hundred years ago however his life changed completely, while at party he was stalking his next target when he locked eyes with a woman, who even from across the room he could tell was like him. His target was easily forgotten as he became fixated on the woman, testing her, teasing her almost as much as she seemed to be doing so to him.Â
Marcel didn’t know a damn thing about this woman but he sure as hell was going to, he needed to, no matter the cost. Which was great indeed, cutting ties with his coven wasn’t only unheard of, it was deemed damn well impossible. Well if they weren’t going to let him go freely, he’d fight for his freedom. They spent three hundred years training him and perfecting him in the art of murder, it was their greatest mistake.
Once he was finally free of his coven, once they were all no more, he made it his own mission in life to keep Carmen in his for however long their kind would live. Their game was mostly stealing, from anyone and anywhere, getting out before they could be seen or caught. Marcel was trying to put his life as an assassin behind him but in a tight spot somethings just had to happen.
The worst spot they found themselves in was when they went by the names Bonnie and Clyde, the only way out was to kill the characters but bodies needed to be left behind, now Marcel and Carmen aren’t completely heartless which was why they picked an unsavory couple to take their place. Some sort of odd ball justice in his eyes at least.Â
Marcel is a charming sort of man when he needs to be, he realized at an early age, how smooth talking can get you out of just about anything and what it can’t, fighting will. He’s masterful in lock picking, pocket picking, any slight of hand, sword and knife play, hand to hand combat as well as many formal dance styles, horse back riding, and safe cracking. Personality wise, Marcel is the more rough around the edges type with a soft center. He is strong and tough outwardly as a means to protect not only himself but mostly Carmen, he’d lay his life down to protect her. Â
As far as Carmen is concerned, Marcel is head over heels for the woman same as he was two hundred years ago. He is possessive when it comes to her, other men cause him to get aggressive and even violent if pushed but he trusts her heart is his always. Though if Carmen ever asked him about bringing another female into their bed, he’s happily humor her, though his interests in other woman is limited, his attentions rest with Carmen. Â
If you can get Marcel to laugh you’re in, he loves a good laugh another sure way is show your worth, your own strength without making it seem like you’re challenging his, because this man has a huge alpha vibe going. Though he was raised by warlocks, Marcel doesn’t align himself with them, he thinks of himself and Carmen as chaotic neutral parties. Which is why being sent back in time for whatever war is brewing really pisses him off, he and Carmen had real plans going but on the plus, now they have advantages in the year 200, so the year 2032 can wait.Â
CHARLIE HUNNAM
Sons of Anarchy (2008) // Pacific Rim (2013) // King Arthur: the Legend of the Sword (2017) // Papillon (2017) // True History of the Kelly Gang (2019)
