[roxxiies]

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[roxxiies]

twin, if ur still there, do a marcel x reader pls pls pls, thanks!

a/n: I like to think he does traditional photography as for a little something to pass the time (oh, did I mean it as a break from duties? no, not in this case though). I didn't even realize it was angst UNTIL I was rereading it, how could I have missed such a big aspect? sorry, guys 😭 I also read your "twin" as "twink," and I was like... bro..

Marcel develops photographs. Unfortunately, he develops attachments too. sfw, gn!reader. slight angst, happy ending

✩　ft: Marcel

“I think you've developed that one four times now.” Your fingers tapped rhythmically on the table where he was working.

Of course, he knew, and as much as he hates repeating something, it had to be done. He softly sighed at the reminder but then focusing on the details again.

The dark room smelled of chemicals and the slight tinge of blueberries left unattended on the table. You leaned against the table, arms now crossed as you watched Marcel carefully hang another photograph on the drying line.

He didn't turn around, his eyes paying careful attention to every detail. He murmured, "It's not right yet."

You glanced at what he was staring at and observed. “It looks fine to me."

He let out another heavy sigh, for what felt like a thousand times already. “It's not just about being ‘fine.’” Despite being frustrated with repeatedly doing it, his voice was steady, though a little tight underneath, like something pulled too taut. He reached for the next print even before the last one had finished dripping. “This time will be exact.”

You frowned at his persistence. In the dimly lit room, you carefully sat on a chair beside his table, slumped in defeat as you watched him work in silence for a while.

You always wondered why it took him several attempts to find the exact one, but all you ever received was a ‘this is the last one.’ You closed your eyes for a moment and opened it to glance at him, the red light casting shadows across his pretty face, making him look more like one of his own photographs than an actual person.

His hands moved quickly, almost frantic if you try to observe closely. It's as if he's running out of time, and it makes your stomach churn—that's it. You're no longer tolerating this torture anymore.

“Marcel. Stop for a second.”

“I'm almost done.”

"You said that about six times already!” You quickly reached out to grab his hand that was about to reach for another photo.

His hands stilled as he looked at your hand. He didn't look at you, his shoulders set in that too-straight line. “I just… need to get this one- just this one right—”

“Why?”

There was a pause—a deafening silence, long enough that you almost regretted asking.

He ran a hand over his hair. “Because if I don't capture it properly, it fades. And if it fades, it's like it never happened... at all.” His voice that was once frantic, gradually grew quieter. “And I know I don't want to forget this, or any of it.”

You slid off the chair and came to stand beside him, close enough that your shoulders touched. Your tone was quieter too, almost matching his. “Forget what, exactly?”

“You.” He paused immediately, almost startled as he realized how raw his emotions are. “I don't—” He exhaled shakily, his hands braced against the counter now instead of the photographs.

He continued, careful this time. “People leave, eventually. Just things ending. And all I'll have left is whatever I managed to put on film. So it has to be right.”

Something in your chest ached at that, you almost felt bad for asking. You never really heard him talk about his mother directly, but you didn't need him to do that to understand. He unconsciously stared at the farthest photo on the board. “It's getting…frustrating. So tiring.”

“Hey...” Sadness filled your eyes as your hand moved to touch his wrist gently. “I'm not a photograph. And I'm not going anywhere.”

"You don't know that." He shook his head.

"Neither do you. So why decide I'm already gone?"

His eyes finally lifted to yours, his expression almost guilty—or maybe just afraid, the kind of look Clemar usually absorbed so that Marcel never had to wear it. His voice was low. “I'm not deciding that. I'm just… preparing. Just in case.”

You sighed. "You don't have to prepare for me leaving. I'm right here. And I know, I'll never leave.”

"For now."

"For as long as I get a say in it." Your other hand reached up to cup his cheeks. "Which is a lot longer than your 'for now,' just so we're clear, okay?" A soft smile reached your lips.

He let out a breath that was almost a laugh, a little looser than the tension he'd been carrying all evening. Slowly, his hand turned to cover yours against his cheek. “...You're very confident for someone arguing with a man who controls time.”

You huffed. “You control the moments. Not people leaving—” You almost thought you made him offended by the last comment, so you slid your hand down to hold both of his, and shifted the topic. “S-so, quit developing the same photo countless times and come sit with me! This, this moment is happening right now.”

Marcel glanced at the photograph still dripping on the line, then back at you. Something eased in his expression, not entirely a smile, but something close to it is still better. “...Fine. Just this once.”

You smiled at his agreement as you led him to the balcony of the room. You both glanced down at people dancing beneath the lights and the lively music of the festival.

A sigh left your lips as you stared at the lights beaming. "You know, there's so much that a mere camera can only capture."

You could almost hear Clemar strongly disagreeing.

You chuckled. “And I think this is progress.”

He wrapped a hand around your back and murmured, “Yeah, yeah. Just... don't get used to it.” And yet, he found himself enjoying that very moment, especially with you by his side.

[roxxiies]

twin, if ur still there, do a marcel x reader pls pls pls, thanks!

a/n: I like to think he does traditional photography as for a little something to pass the time (oh, did I mean it as a break from duties? no, not in this case though). I didn't even realize it was angst UNTIL I was rereading it, how could I have missed such a big aspect? sorry, guys 😭 I also read your "twin" as "twink," and I was like... bro..

Marcel develops photographs. Unfortunately, he develops attachments too. sfw, gn!reader. slight angst, happy ending

✩　ft: Marcel

“I think you've developed that one four times now.” Your fingers tapped rhythmically on the table where he was working.

Of course, he knew, and as much as he hates repeating something, it had to be done. He softly sighed at the reminder but then focusing on the details again.

The dark room smelled of chemicals and the slight tinge of blueberries left unattended on the table. You leaned against the table, arms now crossed as you watched Marcel carefully hang another photograph on the drying line.

He didn't turn around, his eyes paying careful attention to every detail. He murmured, "It's not right yet."

You glanced at what he was staring at and observed. “It looks fine to me."

He let out another heavy sigh, for what felt like a thousand times already. “It's not just about being ‘fine.’” Despite being frustrated with repeatedly doing it, his voice was steady, though a little tight underneath, like something pulled too taut. He reached for the next print even before the last one had finished dripping. “This time will be exact.”

You frowned at his persistence. In the dimly lit room, you carefully sat on a chair beside his table, slumped in defeat as you watched him work in silence for a while.

You always wondered why it took him several attempts to find the exact one, but all you ever received was a ‘this is the last one.’ You closed your eyes for a moment and opened it to glance at him, the red light casting shadows across his pretty face, making him look more like one of his own photographs than an actual person.

His hands moved quickly, almost frantic if you try to observe closely. It's as if he's running out of time, and it makes your stomach churn—that's it. You're no longer tolerating this torture anymore.

“Marcel. Stop for a second.”

“I'm almost done.”

"You said that about six times already!” You quickly reached out to grab his hand that was about to reach for another photo.

His hands stilled as he looked at your hand. He didn't look at you, his shoulders set in that too-straight line. “I just… need to get this one- just this one right—”

“Why?”

There was a pause—a deafening silence, long enough that you almost regretted asking.

He ran a hand over his hair. “Because if I don't capture it properly, it fades. And if it fades, it's like it never happened... at all.” His voice that was once frantic, gradually grew quieter. “And I know I don't want to forget this, or any of it.”

You slid off the chair and came to stand beside him, close enough that your shoulders touched. Your tone was quieter too, almost matching his. “Forget what, exactly?”

“You.” He paused immediately, almost startled as he realized how raw his emotions are. “I don't—” He exhaled shakily, his hands braced against the counter now instead of the photographs.

He continued, careful this time. “People leave, eventually. Just things ending. And all I'll have left is whatever I managed to put on film. So it has to be right.”

Something in your chest ached at that, you almost felt bad for asking. You never really heard him talk about his mother directly, but you didn't need him to do that to understand. He unconsciously stared at the farthest photo on the board. “It's getting…frustrating. So tiring.”

“Hey...” Sadness filled your eyes as your hand moved to touch his wrist gently. “I'm not a photograph. And I'm not going anywhere.”

"You don't know that." He shook his head.

"Neither do you. So why decide I'm already gone?"

His eyes finally lifted to yours, his expression almost guilty—or maybe just afraid, the kind of look Clemar usually absorbed so that Marcel never had to wear it. His voice was low. “I'm not deciding that. I'm just… preparing. Just in case.”

You sighed. "You don't have to prepare for me leaving. I'm right here. And I know, I'll never leave.”

"For now."

"For as long as I get a say in it." Your other hand reached up to cup his cheeks. "Which is a lot longer than your 'for now,' just so we're clear, okay?" A soft smile reached your lips.

He let out a breath that was almost a laugh, a little looser than the tension he'd been carrying all evening. Slowly, his hand turned to cover yours against his cheek. “...You're very confident for someone arguing with a man who controls time.”

You huffed. “You control the moments. Not people leaving—” You almost thought you made him offended by the last comment, so you slid your hand down to hold both of his, and shifted the topic. “S-so, quit developing the same photo countless times and come sit with me! This, this moment is happening right now.”

Marcel glanced at the photograph still dripping on the line, then back at you. Something eased in his expression, not entirely a smile, but something close to it is still better. “...Fine. Just this once.”

You smiled at his agreement as you led him to the balcony of the room. You both glanced down at people dancing beneath the lights and the lively music of the festival.

A sigh left your lips as you stared at the lights beaming. "You know, there's so much that a mere camera can only capture."

You could almost hear Clemar strongly disagreeing.

You chuckled. “And I think this is progress.”

He wrapped a hand around your back and murmured, “Yeah, yeah. Just... don't get used to it.” And yet, he found himself enjoying that very moment, especially with you by his side.

[roxxiies]

Roxxiee!! I missed your writings so much… I hope you’ve been doing well!! 💜

omg hi bae!!! don't worry, I'm just lurking and liking if my blog is dead.. I'm def doing alright tho, enjoying summer! I hope you're doing great as well! alsoalso your art never leaves my feed without me awing and liking it hihi 🫶🫶

[kurov1864]

could you write a fic where Marcel one day suddenly obtained cat ears and a tail sorry I'm too marcelbrained

marcel suddenly waking up with cat ears hcs

writer's note: anon how do you come up with such BRILLIANT ideas my goodness. also say hello to clemar everyone this is the first time i've written him i believe.

masterlist introduction

Marcel discovers the cat ears and tail during an otherwise perfectly normal morning.

One moment he's brushing his teeth, the next he's staring into a mirror while two unfamiliar ears twitch atop his head. His expression barely changes, but the pause in movement is long enough for Clemar to become suspicious.

The moment he catches sight of them, an absolutely delighted shriek erupts from within. Marcel spends the next several minutes trying to deny this very unfortunate reality while Clemar snaps many photos of his new body parts.

The ears are a nightmare. Marcel has spent years carefully mastering how to control his expression and body language, but the cat ears seem to have very little regard for such efforts.

They perk up whenever something catches his interest, flatten when he's irritated, and twitch whenever someone says something particularly unexpected.

The worst part is that Marcel rarely notices them moving until somebody points it out. Nothing is more frustrating than maintaining a perfectly polite smile while his ears reveal exactly what he's thinking.

Did I mention he also has a tail?

Marcel can ignore the ears if he keeps his hair styled correctly. The tail, however, is somehow even less cooperative.

He initially treats it as little more than an unusual appendage, only to discover that (who would've guessed) it reacts to his emotions as well!

When he's focused, it curls neatly around his chair. When he's irritated or impatient, it starts lashing back and forth behind him. Whenever he's startled, it puffs up dramatically.

When he does notice it's involuntary movements, he spends an entire afternoon trying to tame it. If Marcel's actively monitoring it, it behaves just fine. But lose focus...? Oh dear.

Clemar finds endless entertainment in the entire ordeal. There is never an hour that goes by without him snapping at least one photo of Marcel's new condition, of course in different moods as well.

Marcel quickly learns that arguing only encourages him, but that does little to stop the camera from snapping photographs whenever an especially embarrassing opportunity presents itself.

The collection grows steadily despite Marcel's repeated threats to destroy every last image.

Aamon is the first to find out, after Clemar.

He's calm, which somehow aggravates Marcel. He doesn't stare, doesn't laugh, doesn't even comment on it. All Aamon does is look up from his reports, raise an eyebrow, then go back to his reports (like the workaholic that he is).

However, that doesn't mean that Aamon doesn't find himself amused whenever Marcel and Clemar begin arguing about the situation. Normally, the pair maintain some semblance of dignity in public, but the situation seems to destroy that entirely. Watching Clemar loudly demand photographs while Marcel threatens to throw the camera into a lake is one of the few things capable of earning a rare, genuine smile from him.

Melissa, meanwhile, becomes completely unbearable. She finds out when they meet up for tea and takes it upon herself to take advantage of such luck!

Marcel can endure her cat sounds and teasing well enough, but what truly betrays him is the way his ears automatically swivel toward her whenever she speaks. No matter how determinedly he ignores her, they continue reacting on their own. Melissa notices this within minutes and proceeds to laugh so hard she nearly falls out of her chair.

Gusion laughs. There is no polite way to put it. The second he sees Marcel, he doubles over. Takes one look at his ears, points at him, and starts wheezing. It is perhaps one of the least dignified moments in Marcel's life, being laughed at by his younger cousin that doesn't even officially live in the castle (or a wall rat, as I like to call him).

Strangely enough, the ears make Marcel more approachable. His usual elegance often creates a sense of distance between himself and others. People admire him, certainly, but few feel comfortable approaching him casually.

The cat ears seem to undo years of carefully cultivated mystique overnight. Children would wave to him in the streets, while elderly ladies would pinch his cheek and tell him that he's far too handsome to look so serious all the time.

Marcel accepts these interactions with his usual grace, though privately he thinks it slightly ironic that while he hates these ears, they seem to think otherwise.

end note: i honestly have no idea when i started thinking that marcel and melissa would regularly have tea together. also i really wanted to include a part about how petting marcel makes him melt... like the first time it happens it makes him freeze, all his thoughts stopping by the unexpected sensation... he melts for a little moment, shoulders dropping and eyes almost drifting close until he snaps out of it and jumps back like one of those strays LOL but i ended up deleting that paragraph. also wanted to add a small note about how his tail naturally curls around people he cares about.. that would've been super cute hnghh

[roxxiies]

hello! are requests open? if so, can i request headcannons/scenarios for yan! hayabusa, kagura, and hanabi? gender neutral reader if possible, maybe in a twisted turn of events, all three fell for reader and are now jealous of each other?

thank you soso much!

Yan!hayabusa, yan!kagura, and yan!hanabi head canons & scenarios. sfw, gn!reader, mild yandere themes.

✩　featuring: hayabusa, kagura, hanabi

Yan!Hayabusa would notice it first.

However, not the falling part though—nah, he'd been aware of it for quite a while now. There's just something about the way you move, the way you flex your arms as you charge your bow… the way you smile. It was something to admire, like a master, he said.

By evening, he must've learned everything about you then. What things you like, dislike, or loved.

Whenever someone laughs at something you said, he'd feel hurt—jealous even, as if you guys are in a relationship already??

^ Then Haya will randomly say comments, when he said he would watch over you, “Higher!” or “Are you even a warrior?”

But actually, he's quiet about it—he’ll try not to say anything, obviously. That's not who he is! Oh, the comments earlier? It was all in his head.

He'll start showing up to places, and you'll feel delirious about it.

^ Like, whenever you're training, he's coincidentally training too, or when you take patrol routes, he's coincidentally patrolling there too!

Lost it when you said you'll train harder. He will guide you, as while keeping you close only by an inch and always be on watch. Now, he can watch legally you!

But if his shadow lingers around you a little longer than necessary—well… who's going to notice? He's great at that, isn't he?

… Nah, one will inevitably notice if another stalks their prey.

Really, yan!Kagura thinks she's being subtle with everything!

She's not subtle.

You'll thank her, she thinks, when she starts cheerily teaching you things ‘for survival.’ Whatever she means by that...

^ She'll teach you, like accurately reading an opponent's next move, or showing you the best combo, or or identifying if something is lingering in the shadows.

Whenever she speaks or teaches, she will grab every opportunity to be a little bit closer to you. She's just being helpful, really!

Flowers will pile up your window sill, to the point it gives you a false alarm of spring.

^ You do not want to wonder how she reached certain things.

She likes playing with your hair.

If she knows something you'll like, get ready to receive that thing 10x more by morning. You liked that weird-labeled candy? Don't worry, she'll have a pack of it by tomorrow!

Then one morning, Hanabi beats her to it—already there, already showing you something with your hands. You were all laughing along with her. And when you saw Kagu, you almost feel like you did something terribly wrong.

But she doesn't hold grudges. Plus, she trusts you! Just don't do that next time.

After that day, she has also started to bring you more things. A book she just thought you'd find interesting, or a charm she made to ‘ward off evil.’

The book was ‘How to Deal with Creeps’ 💀 uh, a second thought-

Yan!Hanabi has absolutely zero chill whatsoever, and I think she respects herself for it.

She wasn't like the others, because she will tell you. Sort of, in her own way.

She loves to plant things in your head. Don't be near this and that. It's better if you do this and that.

Trust me.

Will grab you mid-walk, and go, “Hey, I like spending time with you… don't forget that.” Then she'll walk away before you can actually process it.

She thinks it was smooth! I know, it isn't—But hey, she's Hanabi, so somehow it works anyway...

Loves it when you ask her for something.

But she'll really love it whenever you're curious about her. What does this do? What does it inflict? or anything the like.

Absolutely hates it when the conversation suddenly slips into comparing her to that… ninja. Even it was just some innocent thoughts.

Either way, she's stronger though, alright? She hates being compared but you get a free pass! Yay!

Secretly loves it when you're in trouble and will only slip towards you when you're in grave danger. Got to have that heroic vibe, yk?

What she doesn't expect is to turn into a corner and find you mid-laugh with someone, and Haya out of all?! Hasn't she taught you a thing or two when you asked about ninjas?

But she does not confront him that directly.

Instead, she sits herself at your other side at dinner that night, not minding the sneering of the other. “I wanted to sit with someone decent tonight, any problem?” … yeah, and it's getting bigger.

The funny part though is you're completely oblivious, just thought that maybe they're that welcoming.

Whenever there's two of them in the same room, you'd feel the air randomly getting denser. But how about the three of them now? Good luck, babe. You might need that charm Kagura made.

You smiled happily as you prepared them home-made pies. They all glanced at you, thinking the pie was hers/his.

You cheer, “I made pies for—”

“Me?”

“Ooh-”

“Thank-”

Their gazes snapped towards each other.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Hayabusa.” Hanabi was the first one to speak. “You don't even like sweets.”

“Excuse me?” Dumbfounded. Her sweets?!

While Hanabi and Hayabusa were bickering, Kagura was already giggling, pulling you away from the loud noise.

“You bake the best, (Y/N)!”

I honestly think none of them will press that much violence against each other, afraid it'll probably create a faction. But who knows! There is a limit for everything.

Why don't you coax them a little and see?

[ ✩ ] master list

[roxxiies]

hello! are requests open? if so, can i request headcannons/scenarios for yan! hayabusa, kagura, and hanabi? gender neutral reader if possible, maybe in a twisted turn of events, all three fell for reader and are now jealous of each other?

thank you soso much!

Yan!hayabusa, yan!kagura, and yan!hanabi head canons & scenarios. sfw, gn!reader, mild yandere themes.

✩　featuring: hayabusa, kagura, hanabi

Yan!Hayabusa would notice it first.

However, not the falling part though—nah, he'd been aware of it for quite a while now. There's just something about the way you move, the way you flex your arms as you charge your bow… the way you smile. It was something to admire, like a master, he said.

By evening, he must've learned everything about you then. What things you like, dislike, or loved.

Whenever someone laughs at something you said, he'd feel hurt—jealous even, as if you guys are in a relationship already??

^ Then Haya will randomly say comments, when he said he would watch over you, “Higher!” or “Are you even a warrior?”

But actually, he's quiet about it—he’ll try not to say anything, obviously. That's not who he is! Oh, the comments earlier? It was all in his head.

He'll start showing up to places, and you'll feel delirious about it.

^ Like, whenever you're training, he's coincidentally training too, or when you take patrol routes, he's coincidentally patrolling there too!

Lost it when you said you'll train harder. He will guide you, as while keeping you close only by an inch and always be on watch. Now, he can watch legally you!

But if his shadow lingers around you a little longer than necessary—well… who's going to notice? He's great at that, isn't he?

… Nah, one will inevitably notice if another stalks their prey.

Really, yan!Kagura thinks she's being subtle with everything!

She's not subtle.

You'll thank her, she thinks, when she starts cheerily teaching you things ‘for survival.’ Whatever she means by that...

^ She'll teach you, like accurately reading an opponent's next move, or showing you the best combo, or or identifying if something is lingering in the shadows.

Whenever she speaks or teaches, she will grab every opportunity to be a little bit closer to you. She's just being helpful, really!

Flowers will pile up your window sill, to the point it gives you a false alarm of spring.

^ You do not want to wonder how she reached certain things.

She likes playing with your hair.

If she knows something you'll like, get ready to receive that thing 10x more by morning. You liked that weird-labeled candy? Don't worry, she'll have a pack of it by tomorrow!

Then one morning, Hanabi beats her to it—already there, already showing you something with your hands. You were all laughing along with her. And when you saw Kagu, you almost feel like you did something terribly wrong.

But she doesn't hold grudges. Plus, she trusts you! Just don't do that next time.

After that day, she has also started to bring you more things. A book she just thought you'd find interesting, or a charm she made to ‘ward off evil.’

The book was ‘How to Deal with Creeps’ 💀 uh, a second thought-

Yan!Hanabi has absolutely zero chill whatsoever, and I think she respects herself for it.

She wasn't like the others, because she will tell you. Sort of, in her own way.

She loves to plant things in your head. Don't be near this and that. It's better if you do this and that.

Trust me.

Will grab you mid-walk, and go, “Hey, I like spending time with you… don't forget that.” Then she'll walk away before you can actually process it.

She thinks it was smooth! I know, it isn't—But hey, she's Hanabi, so somehow it works anyway...

Loves it when you ask her for something.

But she'll really love it whenever you're curious about her. What does this do? What does it inflict? or anything the like.

Absolutely hates it when the conversation suddenly slips into comparing her to that… ninja. Even it was just some innocent thoughts.

Either way, she's stronger though, alright? She hates being compared but you get a free pass! Yay!

Secretly loves it when you're in trouble and will only slip towards you when you're in grave danger. Got to have that heroic vibe, yk?

What she doesn't expect is to turn into a corner and find you mid-laugh with someone, and Haya out of all?! Hasn't she taught you a thing or two when you asked about ninjas?

But she does not confront him that directly.

Instead, she sits herself at your other side at dinner that night, not minding the sneering of the other. “I wanted to sit with someone decent tonight, any problem?” … yeah, and it's getting bigger.

The funny part though is you're completely oblivious, just thought that maybe they're that welcoming.

Whenever there's two of them in the same room, you'd feel the air randomly getting denser. But how about the three of them now? Good luck, babe. You might need that charm Kagura made.

You smiled happily as you prepared them home-made pies. They all glanced at you, thinking the pie was hers/his.

You cheer, “I made pies for—”

“Me?”

“Ooh-”

“Thank-”

Their gazes snapped towards each other.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Hayabusa.” Hanabi was the first one to speak. “You don't even like sweets.”

“Excuse me?” Dumbfounded. Her sweets?!

While Hanabi and Hayabusa were bickering, Kagura was already giggling, pulling you away from the loud noise.

“You bake the best, (Y/N)!”

I honestly think none of them will press that much violence against each other, afraid it'll probably create a faction. But who knows! There is a limit for everything.

Why don't you coax them a little and see?

[ ✩ ] master list

[roxxiies]

guys, I'm itching to make some sort of fic that is apparently longer than what I normally write... and so, what's currently interesting you?

A fic about..

Dyrroth

Yin

Ling

Fredrinn

Marcel

... Others (ask/comment)

Voting ended onJun 19

The asks you guys sent are all received! 🩷 I will make them before doing this very task.

also, the master list is updated!

[roxxiies]

guys, I'm itching to make some sort of fic that is apparently longer than what I normally write... and so, what's currently interesting you?

A fic about..

Dyrroth

Yin

Ling

Fredrinn

Marcel

... Others (ask/comment)

Voting ended onJun 19

The asks you guys sent are all received! 🩷 I will make them before doing this very task.

also, the master list is updated!

[moonlighttsunrise]

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆.

— Marcel Paxley x Fiancé(e) Reader

Contains : Soft Jealousy, Married Life, Clemar Teasing

Disclaimer/Author’s Notes : OKAY, did y’all see what’s MLBB feeding us? Marcel animated contents and IT IS DELICIOUS. Hear me out on Marcel y’all 🤤🤤👅 His animation be looking like an otome game though.. But anyway, I have sum fixation with him lately so.. yeah. I have researched Marcel’s lore, etc for this fic. Still, I’m sorry if there’s a slight mischaracterization.

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔!

The grand gallery of the Mobile Legends: Bang Bang capital buzzed with refined chatter and clinking crystal.

Paintings lined the marble walls. Golden lights shimmered overhead.

And at the center of admiration stood your fiancé — Marcel Paxley of House Paxley.

Elegant as ever.

Perfect posture. Gloves pristine. His dark blue hair falling neatly across his forehead as Clemar on his side. You admired him from afar with a fond smile.

Even after all this time… he still looked like a painting himself.

“Are you going to keep staring,” Clemar suddenly chimed, his lens glinting, “or shall I capture this devoted expression for eternity?”

You blinked.

Marcel sighed softly. “Clemar… behave.”

“Oh, I am behaving,” the camera replied. “I simply enjoy documenting romance.”

You laughed quietly and walked over.

“Am I interrupting a conversation?” you teased.

“Never,” Marcel answered gently.

But before he could say more, a noble approached you with a bright smile.

“Ah, you must be Paxley’s beloved. May I borrow you for a moment? The guests wish to ask about the exhibition arrangements.”

You nodded politely. “Of course.”

Marcel said nothing. He simply watched. Clemar tilted slightly.

“…Oh, seems like someone didn’t like that” the camera whispered, in a teasing way.

Marcel’s grip tightened. “Silence.”

“Oh please,” Clemar continued dramatically. “I can feel it. Elevated pulse. Micro-tension in your fingers. Classic jealousy symptoms.”

“I am merely observing.”

“Mmhm. Observing your beloved getting all the attention?”

Marcel adjusted his gloves. “…Professional composure is necessary.”

Yet his eyes never left you. The way you smiled. The way you listened attentively to that man. The way others seemed drawn to your warmth so easily.

A quiet feeling stirred in his chest. Not anger. Not distrust.

Just—

The soft fear of being left outside your frame.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖

When you finally returned, you noticed the faint stiffness in his posture.

You stepped close. Too close for formality. “Marcel,” you said softly, “are you alright?”

“I am,” he replied smoothly.

Clemar made a soft whirr.

“He missed you.”

Marcel closed his eyes briefly as he sighed. “Clemar.”

“What? I am a device dedicated to honesty.”

You smiled knowingly.

So instead of questioning him further…

You gently held the lapel of his coat.

Stood on your toes.

And pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Marcel froze.

Completely.

Clemar SHUTTERED loudly.

SNAP!

“There we go!” Clemar cheered. “FINALLY some genuine emotional exposure!”

Marcel’s face warmed faintly.

“…You did that intentionally.”

You giggled. “Maybe.”

The photo slowly developed from Clemar’s slot. A perfect candid moment: Your lips against his cheek.

Marcel stunned, eyes slightly widened.

Soft pink dusting his usually composed expression, clearly showing his weakness. You.

You took the photo carefully.

“It’s cute,” you said.

Marcel looked away slightly. “…It is improper for public display.”

“Then we’ll keep it private.”

Clemar hummed mischievously. “Ah yes. The personal collection. My favorite category.” Marcel cleared his throat. “…Must you narrate everything?”

“Absolutely.”

You slipped your hand into Marcel’s. His fingers instinctively held yours tighter.

Grounding.

Possessive, but gentle.

“…Stay near me,” he murmured quietly.

You tilted your head. “Hmm?”

“…Crowds are troublesome.”

Clemar snickered. “Translation: ‘I prefer when you are within a one-meter radius so I can admire you without interference.’”

Marcel muttered something under his breath. (Probably something about Clemar.. yet, it is his other half.)

You laughed and squeezed his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A pause.

Then Marcel lifted Clemar again. “…One more photograph.”

“Of the Exhibition?” You asked.

He looked at you softly.

“…Of us.”

Clemar’s lens gleamed warmly. “Oh, I like this composition already.”

You leaned into Marcel’s side. He hesitated only a moment… Before resting his forehead gently against yours.

Soft.

Intimate.

Safe.

Snap!

Clemar hummed happily.

“Perfect exposure. No external distractions. Just two subjects… perfectly framed.”

Marcel allowed a small, rare smile.

“…Yes.”

And his thumb gently brushed over your knuckles. Then he led your hand near his lips, kissing it gently.

“As it should be.”

I’m thirsty for Mlbb fanfic without SMUT so I’m trying to cook with this fic

[chamomma]

Blood and Birth III

Last part of the series!! I took my whole heart and time to this... and i'm so glad i managed to finish it :')

His last part of the OG story was actually already good! I didn't change much here~

Dyrroth had undergone two births before, both beyond his control.

First, as the Child of Hope, the Moniyan Empire’s beacon of justice.
Then, as the Son of Darkness, the Abyss’s harbinger of ruin.

His flesh and blood could never sever their ties to light or to darkness. But he carried no regret for the light, nor would he ever be a puppet of the dark.

This was his third birth.
One he chose himself.

Through pain, through blood, through death and rebirth… he was reborn.

Dyrroth rose from the crimson pool.

His silhouette was sharper now, armor jagged with new spikes. His wrist blades gleamed brighter, hungrier. Even the crystal in his chest pulsed with power, no longer a wound but a weapon.

Above him, the blood orb throbbed in rhythm with his heart, as if the Abyss itself rejoiced at his return.

Before the dawn could break, Dyrroth opened his eyes and turned toward the Moniyan Empire. Soon, the world would witness the true power of the Prince of the Abyss.

No longer hesitant, he would sever the blood ties that shackled him with his own hands, with blood as tribute to complete this grand reunion.

“I awoke from the Abyss, to extinguish the light.”

[roxxiies]

WHOOP WHOOP THEYRE BACK!! 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

A little silly request... How would Lieh (yes, Lieh), Lukas, and Zilong deal with a S/O who is stronger/has more abilities than them combat wise? What were their first impressions? :3 TAKE UR TIME!! <33

Them with an S/O who is stronger combat-wise/more abilities than them. sfw, gn!reader

✩　featuring: Lieh, Lukas, Zilong

You were play-fighting with Lieh that time when he tried to tease you by adding more force just for fun. But it stopped being fun the moment his face was getting mushed between your hand and the ground.

You hesitantly backed yourself up and felt bad, but he quickly reassured you it was fine. Because damn, finally. Finally, someone who could match him—or maybe even surpass him and it got his little obsession over power sparks wildly.

He’ll definitely spar with you more, but rest assured, he’ll make up for it with his cooking (who knew he actually enjoyed cooking?) or his kisses. (That too?!)

Lukas would have stars in his eyes the moment he saw how strong you were. Because ever since then, he became your personal, overly energetic fan, whether you liked it or not. Sometimes, it could get very embarrassing—shouting things like, “That’s the love of my life!!” or “You’ve got a kiss from me, baby!!”

But the funny part is, it’s never you who gets embarrassed—no, never you. Instead, it’s the crowd. They’d cringe internally, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Because you and Lukas are like two peas in a pod—cheerful, kind, and most importantly, having incredible strength that has protected and cherished the Empire for decades.

The first time you knocked Zilong down flat on his back was during training and the silence that followed was so deafening. For a moment, you thought he was upset, but then, to your surprise, he laughed—a real, genuine laugh.

Training with him has changed ever since. He’d push harder, faster, just to see how far you’d go. In return, he’d personally tend to your bruises or bring you tea. You never knew which made him more thrilled—your strength or the fact that you could make the ever-stoic Zilong laugh like that again?

[roxxiies]

suyou x reader headcanons. sfw, gn!reader

✩　featuring: suyou

Suyou, who would convince or rather pull you along to dance under the rain. You’d playfully protest, but his promise of cooking your favorite warm noodles makes you change your mind instantly.

Suyou, whose eyebrows furrow in worry as he stays by your side when you catch a cold. Warm water and medicine are already by your desk, along with a kiss he won’t regret giving you despite possibly catching the cold himself.

Achoo!

“This is all y… ah—” choo! You rub your nose and sniffle, a pout forming on your lips as you whine, “This is all your fault!”

He chuckles sheepishly, reaching out his palm to check your temperature again. “Truly sorry, sweetheart… but let’s take it easy, okay? Once you’re better, you can beat me u—”

“Y-you—!”

Suyou, who often tests your patience with the silly, reckless decisions he makes—because for him, it’s always the right thing to do! When did the cat climb up the tree again?!

Suyou, who, despite his young and lively persona, can also be your most trusted comfort buddy.

^ He feels special and honored whenever you share something with him. He’d be willing to listen to your voice as you ramble on and on.

Suyou, who loves it when you let him help you—even with the simplest things. From cutting ingredients to encouraging young villagers. unbeknownst to you, it's only a reason he says just to spend time with you.

He also loves it when you cuddle with him, especially when you’re just laying on top of him. The weight of you combined with the warmth of your skin makes him feel relaxed. No doubt, acts of service is his love language but with a pinch of physical touch as well.

Suyou, who has become much more careful with his duties after meeting you. The last thing he wants is to make you worry endlessly about him.

Suyou, who is the best at cheering you up! Gloomy days are rare when you’re with him.

On the battlefield, he’s extra EXTRA concerned about you. And when he’s in the jungle, he can’t bear to take his eyes off you for more than a minute.

And when you’re on the sidelines? Better get used to seeing his face because he’ll be visiting you every other minute... you have no say in this… and if you happen to be a support hero… Well, bad good news, you’re stuck with him too.

[roxxiies]

lowkey desperate:

pls create suyou x reader headcanons there’s zero content for him and it makes me so upset 💔💔

here's the link: ✩ ` , ’

HI AND THANKS... this has been in my drafts since... forever and rest assured I took my time :') BUT please gobble this up as my apology and enjoy 🙏 man, you were not exaggerating with the zero content... I was expecting at least a few when he got released because look at him. 🧍

[roxxiies]

suyou x reader headcanons. sfw, gn!reader

✩　featuring: suyou

Suyou, who would convince or rather pull you along to dance under the rain. You’d playfully protest, but his promise of cooking your favorite warm noodles makes you change your mind instantly.

Suyou, whose eyebrows furrow in worry as he stays by your side when you catch a cold. Warm water and medicine are already by your desk, along with a kiss he won’t regret giving you despite possibly catching the cold himself.

Achoo!

“This is all y… ah—” choo! You rub your nose and sniffle, a pout forming on your lips as you whine, “This is all your fault!”

He chuckles sheepishly, reaching out his palm to check your temperature again. “Truly sorry, sweetheart… but let’s take it easy, okay? Once you’re better, you can beat me u—”

“Y-you—!”

Suyou, who often tests your patience with the silly, reckless decisions he makes—because for him, it’s always the right thing to do! When did the cat climb up the tree again?!

Suyou, who, despite his young and lively persona, can also be your most trusted comfort buddy.

^ He feels special and honored whenever you share something with him. He’d be willing to listen to your voice as you ramble on and on.

Suyou, who loves it when you let him help you—even with the simplest things. From cutting ingredients to encouraging young villagers. unbeknownst to you, it's only a reason he says just to spend time with you.

He also loves it when you cuddle with him, especially when you’re just laying on top of him. The weight of you combined with the warmth of your skin makes him feel relaxed. No doubt, acts of service is his love language but with a pinch of physical touch as well.

Suyou, who has become much more careful with his duties after meeting you. The last thing he wants is to make you worry endlessly about him.

Suyou, who is the best at cheering you up! Gloomy days are rare when you’re with him.

On the battlefield, he’s extra EXTRA concerned about you. And when he’s in the jungle, he can’t bear to take his eyes off you for more than a minute.

And when you’re on the sidelines? Better get used to seeing his face because he’ll be visiting you every other minute... you have no say in this… and if you happen to be a support hero… Well, bad good news, you’re stuck with him too.

[roxxiies]

Hallo!! I'll open reqs and do them this week/month 🙌

[roxxiies]

owkie, I've got all your requests safe in my inbox!! closing asks tomorrow:3 so pour whatever you want in the meantime!!

[roxxiies]

roxxie back from the dead.. and serving us immediately this is so beautiful... thankyou for doing my request I hope it wasn't too much trouble 🥹🥹🫶 HI HOW ARE YOU ROXXIE!!!!!

of course love, anytime!! dontchu worry about it 😤 I'm doing good good btw!! and make sure to take care of yourself too nonnie!! I've revived and being called out again—