What Is Mine - Marcel x Reader x Fabian
So, with the latest episode of NXT, @wwzentertainment asked for Imperium x Reader.
Here it is~ Almost the quickest I’ve wrote anything; just over an hour.
Enjoy!
Warnings? : Polygamous relationship (pretty much it). Small fight scene, multiple translations of German and Italian, little bit of body insecurity near the end
TAG LIST @starwithaheart @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee @barthelsimperium (because i think you’ll like this too)
Note: Funny Marcel gif i found at the end because <3
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I stood backstage, just out of sight, as I watched my two boys do an interview about their win last week at Halloween Havoc. What we had between us was… unusual… but between the three of us, we made it work.
I love Marcel. He was quiet but strong; demanding, yet gentle. Compassionate and funny but also stern.
I love Fabian. He was a giant teddy bear and a protective Sheppard; he joked a lot but was also romantic.
I knew, back in 2019 when we met, that there was no way I could ever choose one over the other. They seemed to know too, and to understand. Which made our current… arrangement—work, all the more. Never before had I even thought of being in a Polygamous relationship—and they hadn’t either, they admitted one night as we cuddled on the couch.
But it was what we had, and what worked. Thinking back on that night, I couldn’t help but smile—it was also the first night we all slept together. It was a fun night—despite the soreness I felt the next few days.
“—we don’t compromise with American ideals.” Fabian wrapped up in Italian, as Marcel looked over at him with his usual smug frown.
Seeing the two of them act so differently in front of camera compared to when it was just us, it caused a small chuckle. Unfortunately, my cheery mood quickly was squashed as I watched Gigi and Jayce walked onto the screen.
“Congratulations on becoming new NXT tag team champions,” Gigi told them, eyeing Marcel in a way I did not like,” You definitely… look… the part.” She reached out with her black rose and gentle ran it down Marcel’s jawline, seemingly catching his interest.
I stood there, jaw clenched, not moving. My whole body was frozen in place—not in fear. In anger.
“And so do we,” Jacy pointed out, gesturing between her and Gigi, as she pulled away from Marcel. I was barely aware of Fabian glancing in my direction, as the camera panned in on the ladies.
“Actually, we just found out we have a six woman tag team match next week,” Jacy continued, smiling at the thought, eyeballing Marcel some more, as Gigi looked from her partner to Marcel,” And I think… you guys should watch us.” The camera panned away, bringing both Marcel and Fabian into screen again, looking like they held some interest—or at least, curiosity.
Marcel leaned over towards Fabian, a smirk on his face, whispering,” We definitely will,” before continuing in German.
“The mat is sacred, but American has its benefits.” I heard him say, being able to translate his words since he had been teaching me German—and Fabian teaching me Italian. Italian was strangely the more difficult of the two languages, as I picked up on German a lot quicker. They watched in interest as the Gigi and Jacy walked away, eyeballing them up and down.
My heart dropped, and I felt not only pissed off but sick to my stomach.
The interview wrapped up, as Mackenzie walked away with the camera man, and I saw Fabian gently elbow Marcel, whisper something—and then Marcel look over in my direction. His eyes were slightly wide, like he feared something.
Good.
Just as they made a step towards me, I spun on heel and stalked off.
“Principessa!” (ts: Princess)
“Kleiner, warte!” (ts: Little one, wait)
Ignoring them, I picked up my pace as I knew they were getting close to catching up with me. Damn their long legs!
“Kleiner—” Marcel began, but I spun around to face them, stopping them dead in the tracks. (ts: little one)
“Nein!” I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him,” Nein nein nein nein! Just—just leave mich alone!” (ts: no / me)
“Amore—” Fabian tried but quieted with a look from me. With that, I spun back around and stomped off towards the women’s locker room. Unfortunately, that didn’t help matters, because low and behold– -who was standing just outside the door?
Jacy Jayne and Gigi Dolin.
Great. Just great.
As I got closer, all intent to just pass on by them and ignore them, went out the window when I heard Jacy let Marcel’s name slip.
“—kind of, but Marcel is. All those muscles—”
“You leave Marcel alone!” I snapped, getting in her face. I’d get in trouble for the altercation no doubt, but right now, I didn’t care.
“Why? You’re in a thing with Aichner—”
“—Dunno why—” Gigi muttered.
“—Unless you’re sneaking around behind his back with Marcel—”
“It’s none of your business! Just stay AWAY from Marcel and Fabian! Do you understand me?!” I yelled at both of them.
“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” Gigi asked, eyeballing me up and down.
I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t fight them. Medical hadn’t cleared me yet from my foot injury. I just had to walk away—
“We said—what are you going to do?” Jacy repeated, as Gigi shoved my shoulder—and then I saw red. My right leg flew up, foot connecting with Jacy’s abdomen, shoving her backwards on her ass. In the second of confusion for Gigi, I brought my elbow around and knocked her right in the face as she turned back towards me. Stunned for a second, I bent her over a bit and started punching at her back, trying to knock the wind out of her lungs. My focus on her, I didn’t see Jacy come at me until I felt her hands grab my hair and slam me face first into the wall. Gaining the upper hand, they began shouting and belittling me as they attacked, gaining attention from the surrounding backstage personnel, as they tried to separate us. They pulled Jacy and Gigi away from me, thinking I wasn’t going to antagonize the situation, that I was the calmer of the three—but not this time.
As soon as I had the chance, I launched myself at the two of them—including the personel and other talent holding them back—leading with overhead punches, trying to get as much damage as possible. Arms wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me away and in my bought of adrenaline, my elbow hooked around behind me and got the guy in the face. They let me go, stumbling away.
The yelling and arguing among talent, Gigi and Jacy yelling at me and my anger kept the area extremely loud, and I couldn’t hear one person over the other.
Another set of arms wrapped around me, this time slightly tighter, and instead of pulling me straight back, I felt my lower half get lifted as well, and then pulled away from the commotion.
“Basta amore mio! You’ll reinjure yourself—Fermare!” (ts: Enough my love! / Stop!)
Recognizing the Italian, I stopped struggling as much. He put my feet back on the floor, but still held me against his chest. I saw Marcel cupping the side of his face, only looking slightly annoyed.
“Du bist Fertig?” Marcel asked. (ts: You finished?)
“Nein,” I muttered, averting my gaze from his, as I leaned back into Fabian’s chest. (ts: no)
“Mi amore,” Fabian whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my ear,” Come, let’s talk elsewhere.” (ts: my love)
“Somewhere more quiet,” Marcel frowned at the commotion still going on ten feet behind us. Wordlessly, I nodded, following them down the hall to their locker room. Marcel closed the door behind us, and I softly pried myself from Fabian’s embrace.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours amore?” Fabian asked, sitting down in one of the chairs. (ts: love)
Silence.
“Rede mi tuns… bitte leibling.” (Talk to us / please darling)
“I just—I don’t know!” I frowned, turning away from them as I crossed my arms in front of my chest,” I—I saw them shamelessly flirting with you guys—especially Marcel—and I just—”
“You got jealous,” Fabian finished, a slight smirk on his face.
“Nein,” I muttered under my breath. (ts: no)
“Kleiner…” Marcel drawled out, talking slow steps towards me. (ts: little one)
“Nein,” I repeated, trying more to convince myself then them at this point.
“Leibe, look at me bitte.” (ts: Love / please)
Slowly, I turned around but refused to meet his gaze. Briefly, my eyes met Fabian’s and I saw the soft smile his had on his face, but it only made me feel more ashamed, so I let my gaze fall to the floor. Fingertips traced my jaw down to my chin, before lifting my attention up until I finally met Marcel’s eyes.
His beautiful, captivating blue eyes. Those eyes were the first thing to draw me towards him—just as Fabian’s smile did.
“Liebe… You know I would never cheat on you, right?” (ts: Love)
I nodded slowly.
“Then why all this?”
“I just—I don’t know… I guess… with me not really being out there—maybe… maybe I’m feeling insecure? I mean—they are both, kinda attractive in their own—”
“Nein,” Marcel bit out, his posture tightening slightly before he relaxed,” I can’t speak for Fabian—but you…. You are all I need. All I want. Du bist wunderschon…. Komisch… clever… stark… Perfekt wie du bist.” (ts: no / you are beautiful, funny, smart, strong. Perfect as you are)
“Marcel…” I whispered, my eyes tearing up as I wrapped my arms around his torso and snuggled into him as his wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.
“Si, mi amore,” Fabian agreed,” Marcel and I—back before we all agreed to do this relationship—we both were attracted to you in our own ways. People can come on to us all they want—flirt all they want… but at the end of the day, all we want is you, Principessa.” (ts: Yes, my love / Princess)
“You’ve nothing to be jealous over, we promise,” I heard Marcel assure me, and I glanced up at him.
“I’m sorry I elbowed you in the face,” I frowned, as he looked down at me with a grin.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve done worse before,” Marcel chuckled, before pressing a kiss to my forehead,” Does your foot hurt any?”
“Hmm? Oh,” I thought, stretching it out a bit and considering, before shaking my head,” No. Doesn’t seem to. Doctor did tell me I should be good to go, but to keep an eye on it for a few weeks.”
“So, you’re cleared to be in the ring again?”
“Not technically, yet anyway. I think they will after my check up tomorrow. Which is good news for me,” I smiled deviously.
“Why’s that, Princepessa?” (ts: princess)
“You heard Jayne. They’ve got a 3-woman tag match next week. It’d be a shame if one of their opponents couldn’t make the match for… any… reason.”
“Questa e’ la nostra ragazza.” (ts: That’s our girl)
“Wir werden zuschauen.” (ts: We will be watching)
“I do hope so,” I smirked,” They’ll learn, one way or another, they’ll learn. You don’t mess with what’s mine.”
The two Europeans just smiled down at me, before giving me each a breath taking kiss. Next week was a ways away– for now, they started with making me feel beautiful, loved and extra motivated.
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EXTRA MARCEL READJUST GIF -hearteyes- imdying
