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About T&I MaeRick

MaeRick affection HCs

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Retconned Maebelle art/lore

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drunk maerick 2/2

Their evening started normally, Maebelle and Frederick going to the dining car for dinner. They had separated to get their food, and that’s where things started going downhill. Frederick was approached by a fellow passenger as he was grabbing a plate, already wary about her intentions. As the woman followed him around the car and tried to make conversation, he became increasingly irritated. Right when he was about to turn around and snap at her, she grabbed his wrist and forcefully jerked him closer, at which he grimaced. “Where are your manners? I’m trying to talk to you,” she huffed as Frederick looked around for an escape plan. Before he was could find one, Maebelle appeared behind him. She rested a hand on his arm and gently pulled him behind her just enough to put space between him and the pushy woman, who she was now exchanging glares with.

Frederick, displeased with the whole ordeal, shifted his focus to fixing the cuff of his coat after it’d been so recklessly grabbed rather than listening to the conversation before him. Maebelle was never one for jealousy, so her protective actions came as a surprise to him. How long had she been watching the situation unfold? Her plate looked rather full, so she must have been busy getting food during the events leading up to the other woman lashing out at him. “Frederick? Did you catch any of that?” He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts, giving a few confused blinks before realizing that it was now only him and Maebelle. “Sorry, what?” Frederick’s face felt a bit warm from embarrassment as he asked such a foolish question. It was unbecoming of him to zone out in the middle of a conversation. 

Maebelle, of course, couldn’t care less that he wasn’t paying attention, and patiently gave him a short recap. “Just go ahead and finish getting your dinner, I’ll be… drinking for your hand in the next car over, it’d seem,” she shrugged, giving him a small pat on the arm and briefly glancing at his wrist before walking off in the direction of the bar car carrying her dinner. Unfortunately for Frederick, her recap explained absolutely nothing about what he missed, and he was even more confused than before. 

He wanted to follow her and ask for more context, but on the other hand, she seemed confident enough in whatever it is that she was doing. Frederick eventually shrugged to himself, deciding he’d get his dinner and then go check on what “drinking for his hand” entailed. 

As soon as he stepped foot in the bar car, he saw Maebelle sitting at the bar, and beside her was the woman from earlier. In front of them were several empty glasses and partially eaten food. He cautiously approached them after Maebelle waved him over, sitting on the stool next to her. “Mind telling me how we got here?” Frederick asked and poked at his food, glancing at Maebelle as she took a shot and made a face. “She insisted on a competition over you. Believe me, this wasn’t my first choice, but she didn’t care for my arm wrestling suggestion,” Maebelle answered sheepishly, tapping the rim of the glass in front of her. Frederick clearly wasn’t pleased with the ridiculous situation, but held his tongue about it. Instead, he scolded her about not eating enough and insisted on feeding her between drinks. Somehow this was not enough to deter the competition. 

Several shots later, Maebelle’s opponent finally forfeit, subsequently running off to go vomit somewhere. Meanwhile, Frederick was busy trying to get his heavily intoxicated wife upright. “I can’t believe you. We’re already married, there’s absolutely no reason you need to be engaging in absurd competitions over me,” he snapped, one of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from stumbling. Maebelle muttered a small apology and kept her head lowered as they walked back to their room, tightly clasping her hands in front of her. Frederick frowned a little at her stifled reaction, sitting her down on the bed as soon as they got to their room and taking a step back to give her a look. “What is it? You’re acting strange,” he observed, stepping closer to try to hear her whispered reply.

Rather than repeating herself, Maebelle reached out and took his hand in hers so lightly that he could barely feel it, muttering something about his wrist. Frederick stared down at her trembling fingers wrapped around his for a moment, before awkwardly taking a seat on the bed next to her. Was that what she was so upset about? He hadn’t sustained so much as a bruise, but she was acting as if he had broken it. The two of them sat in silence for a while, until he heard a soft sob. Frederick leaned over to get a better look at her to see if she was crying, but Maebelle turned away, letting go of his hand to tuck hers in her lap. Frederick had been patient with her all evening, but this is where he drew the line. How was he supposed to sit and do nothing while she cried? So, hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. 

Maebelle was still dazed from the alcohol, so it took her a moment to process the affectionate maneuver. As soon as she did, she broke down, drunkenly sobbing into his shirt and still strictly keeping her hands to herself. Now, comforting others was never Frederick’s strong suit, but he gave her a light squeeze at the sight of her reluctance. As it turned out, that small act of reassurance was all she needed. Maebelle collapsed into sobs, clinging to Frederick for dear life while he froze and tried to figure out where to go from here. He had never seen her so vulnerable, much less inconsolable like this. He quietly played with her braid while she muttered incoherently between sobs, pretending he knew what he was doing. 

A few hours later, she had finally stopped crying, and Frederick had gotten her enough water to rehydrate, and then some. Frederick now found himself with Maebelle’s head resting on his lap, undoing her braid and putting it in a ponytail for her while she tried not to throw up. “I’m never drinking again,” she grumbled into his knees, pressing her face into his legs as she turned onto her stomach to get more comfortable. “I don’t think I can let you,” he mumbled back, struggling to focus on what Maebelle is saying instead of how her hair feels in his hands. It was going to be a very long night of incomprehensible rambling and abnormal behavior from her. Frederick could only hope that she’d eventually wear herself out and fall asleep.

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drunk maerick 1/2

That morning, Maebelle once again had the task of delivering food to the part-time resident of the living room. The tray teetered precariously on her hand while she opened the door, attempting to not spill anything in the process. She kept a close eye on the glass of wine in particular, every movement threatening to waste the better part of her day on scrubbing stains out of the carpet. At last, Maebelle triumphs over the door and sets Frederick’s breakfast down on the table behind him, as per usual. She hesitates for a moment as she looks at the wine, her fingers lingering on the tray while her ears are accompanied by the sounds of Frederick poring over the piano. She never could wrap her mind around the consumption of wine so early in the morning, even after seeing it so often among her fellow nobles. 

A sharp, discordant sound suddenly emerged from the piano, startling Maebelle out of her thoughts. Her focus immediately shifted to the frustrated composer sitting at the piano, rather than the troublesome glass of wine. “Thank you. I’ll get to it in a moment,” Frederick said, referring to the food as he crumpled up a piece of paper covered in heavily revised sheet music. Maebelle’s gaze lingered on his hands as they crushed all his hard work from the previous hour and threw it away, before forcing herself to look at the clock instead. She read the time, pausing momentarily before resigning herself to asking a question she probably shouldn’t. “…Mr. Kreiburg, isn’t it a bit early in the morning for a glass of wine?” Maebelle regrets this question almost immediately upon the exhausted glare she receives from him, hastily giving a quiet apology and excusing herself. 

The rest of her day unfolds normally, working outside in the garden until the evening. She helps with a couple more tasks once she comes back inside, including bringing dinner to Frederick. Sometimes it felt like he only missed the meals she was available to bring to him. His dinner once again came with a glass of wine, which she handled far more successfully than she did that morning. Maebelle quietly entered the room and set the food down as quickly as she could, not wanting to bother him again after his poor mood last time. However, on her way back out, her arm was grabbed and roughly pulled back, causing her to stumble a little. When she regained her footing, she was met with Frederick’s flushed face staring intently at her while gripping her arm. “You can’t leave so soon, I need you.” 

Maebelle snapped out of her stupor at those words, heat rising to her cheeks as she tried to figure out whether she should be more concerned with the scent of alcohol on his breath, or the blunt sentence that just left his mouth. Ultimately, she decides it’s best to focus on his unexpected state of drunkenness. “I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Kreiburg,” she says with a sigh as she pries his hand off of her arm, “just how much wine did you have today?” A small pout forms on Frederick’s lips as he quickly stands up, nearly tripping over the piano bench and into her arms. Maebelle immediately moves her hands to his sides to keep him from toppling over, realizing he’s far more drunk than she initially thought. 

He melts against her after she grabs him, clinging desperately to her and burying his face into her neck while he mumbles his response. “Just a glass from each of the maids… you smell nice.” Once again, Maebelle is caught off guard by the forwardness, but pushes her flustered feelings aside to focus on the situation at hand. With great effort, she drags the intoxicated man over to the table and forces him to release her and sit down, despite his protests. “I’m not sure how you managed that, but you need to eat. Drink plenty of water, too,” she scolded as she took the glass of wine from his dinner away and pushed a glass of water closer to him. “I shouldn’t smell ‘nice,’ either, I’m covered in sweat and filth. You shouldn’t even be touching me,” she added under her breath.

Frederick made a pitiful effort to grab for the wine as she took it away, but ultimately resigned himself to her orders. He poked at his food reluctantly, much more interested in watching Maebelle pace back and forth while muttering about negligence from the staff. After a few minutes of pacing, she notices his dazed state and frowns, moving closer to stand next to him. “If you’re not going to eat, then you need to at least drink something. That much wine won’t sit as well with you when you sober up. Here, sit still,” Maebelle reached for the glass of water as she took a more gentle tone with him, lifting the drink to his lips for him. Frederick pushes it away at first and grumbles about doing it himself, but falters at the stern look in her eyes and begrudgingly gives in, pretending not to enjoy the attention.

Though, as soon as she pulls the glass back and steps away, he grasps her arm again and hugs it tightly, tugging her down a bit in the process. Maebelle flinches at the abrupt yank and then lets out a sigh of resignation, knowing it’s going to be a long night as she watches him burrow his face into her arm. “I’m not going anywhere, alright? I just need you to eat something. Did you have lunch?” She received a very eloquent response in the form of a nod and a soft, affirmative hum. “Could be worse,” Maebelle muttered to herself, reluctantly giving Frederick a gentle pat on the head. “If you’re not going to finish eating, you’d best go to bed,” she started, interrupted by a dissatisfied whine from him before he immediately resumed eating. 

Evidently, he wasn’t very eager to go to sleep, pushing his dinner around and complaining between bites. “No, I have pieces to finish, and I need you to stay and be my muse.” His complaint does bring Maebelle some relief, realizing that his first slurred statement to her just referred to needing a muse. After plenty of pouting, he finally finishes his dinner and the glass of water. Satisfied with his nourishment, she helps him to stand back up, and Frederick, still not any less drunk yet, flops directly into her again. This time stretching an arm over her shoulder to struggle to grab at the glass of wine that had been pushed to the other side of the table.

Eventually, Maebelle manages to pry Frederick out of the living room and, miraculously, get him to the room he’s staying in without anyone noticing. She gets him comfortable in bed before quietly sighing in relief and making her way to the door. Unfortunately for her, her work here isn’t done quite yet. Before she can even reach for the door handle, an arm hooks her waist and tugs her back. Frederick hugs her tightly from where he sits on his bed and presses his face into her side, causing Maebelle to stiffen up and go red in the face. “Please, don’t leave… I promise, I’ll fix it,” he pleads desperately, squeezing her a little tighter.

Frozen, she stares down at the very, very drunk man treating her waist as if it’s a life preserver and he’s fallen overboard. As soon as she processes what he said, her hands move from their stunned positions and find their way through his hair. “Fix what, dear? There’s nothing you need to fix,” Maebelle says comfortingly, freeing his hair from his ponytail and gently combing her fingers through it. She tried not to think too much about the intimate scenario, her only consolation being that he likely wouldn’t remember any of it. She was sure he really needed the comfort if he was driven to act like this, so she didn’t see a point in trying to save face.

Frederick never responds to her concerned question, instead snuggling against her further with every stroke of his hair. From time to time, he’d mumble some variation of “don’t leave me” and tighten his grip around Maebelle’s waist, until she assured him that she wasn’t going anywhere. After this repeated a few more times, she eventually came to the conclusion that she’d have to leave when he finally fell asleep. Until then, she put small braids into his hair and offered sweet, consoling words every time Frederick worked himself up into a panic again. She was going to have to have a stern word with the staff tomorrow about their alcohol administration. 

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maerick affection post. Yeay

tw: abuse/neglect I’M SORRY IT’S JUST THE BACKSTORY PART I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER

Okay both their parents suck as we all know so these two. Very touch starved but ueerehh in different ways

Maebelle’s parents were more violent in their abuse and would physically reprimand her for not being perfect cookie cutter noblewoman. Yicky ! So as a result she’s very… wary about any sort of physical touch. Since it’s always been so negatively associated for her she’s a bit jumpy over the smallest things (though mostly just when they’re deliberate actions) . She does flinch or stiffen up a bit at physical touch and her first reaction is to rack her brain for whatever she may have done “wrong” since that’s what’s associated with touch for her. Jumpscares you with Maebelle angst I’M SORRY I’LL STOP I’VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS 💔

Anywa. As for Frederick. His parents were more neglective. That’s not a word but that’s all I got so bear with me. And they would like… .. withhold love and physical affection if he disappointed them ? If that even makes sense. So for him physical touch from people close to him feels more like something to be earned . Then there’s all his adoring “fans” who I imagine aren’t huge on boundaries because of “we hired you to play at our party be grateful !!!!” Idk something like that. Do I look like I know what people say to each other in real life. So he’s probably uncomfortable with touchy strangers but if he needs something from them he’ll make that sacrifice. Reluctantly.

Now as for giving affection ! Maebelle is so painfully oblivious to everything she does . It hurts. They’re both extremely awkward obviously but she was always expected to keep her hands to herself. So she doesn’t really notice when her hands are Not to herself because of everything else she does with her body since she gained freedom already feels unnatural as is. And she’s not about to micromanage every action she makes in case she’s doing something “wrong” in the eyes of society because she never really cared what people thought about HER outside of her parents control. By this I mean like. Torso is center of grabity ? Ok. Geabs your waist to steady you when you stumble. No concept of levels of physical touch intimicacy whatever word I’m looking for here. You get it. The painfully oblivious. It’s not usually a problem because the few people she interacts with regularly aren’t in the habit of stumbling around her but it does make for some awkward moments. Not awkward for her she’s got no clue whether or not she just flustered the person she unintentionally romantically rescued from tripping over their own feet. Moves on with her day like nothing happened. This section probably did not need to be this long

For Frederick giving affection, he definitely picked up the transactional nature of it from his parents. He needs a venue for a performance ? Turn on the charm and with a few well placed arm touches and eyelash batting it’s all his. At this point he’s got the whole thing down to a science. So when he COLLIDES with this BUMBLING FOOL who has NO CONCEPT OF PHYSICAL TOUCH WHATSOEVER !!!!!!!! I’ll get to that later

Physical affection with each other ! After their marriage was arranged. Well they mostly just stayed out of each other’s way. Smooch at the wedding I guess. Stilted displays of affection in public to make their marriage appear more real. Nothing of much interest there ig

After they reunited at the manor, though. Well there’s still not much since they’re not big on touch with strangers and they’re still pretty much strangers to each other. Frederick taps on her shoulder a couple times to get her attention but ends up quitting that when it visibly spooks her every time. Maebelle is very concerned about his cane and leg problems that were Not present when they got married and keeps involving herself. She probably Does Not need to be holding onto his arm to support him like he’s your 89 year old grandmother. Frederick. Also oblivious. Mr. Affection Is Transactional. Can NOT figure out what it is she wants from him. Spoiler alert it is Nothing she just want him to not be in ow pain naturally because she has no reason to wish him any harm.

Once they start slowly getting closer with one another they’re just awkward and dumb I hate them. This is a foreign concept to both of them. They initiate BRUSHING THEIR FINGERS AGAINST EACH OTHER !!! Everybody clap wow look at them. So progressive …. Incredible. Anything further than that just gets different labels for the most part. Holding hands? NO !!!!!!!! All kinds of nonsense like “oh you want to feel the fabric of my gloves? Go ahead I don’t mind” or “sure you can play with my hand to keep yourself grounded” dumb. Dumb they’re s o UUGGGHHH guys they don’t even know. These fools believe their own excuses. YOU JUST WANT TO HOLD HANDS BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOWWWWWUUEEGEUGHHHH. They get somewhere eventually though. No more brushing pinkies. They’re interlocked. Mind blowing stuff really.

It’s just a slow process of getting more comfortable with these foreign things and communication hash tag communication I love communication. Miscommunication tropes dni. They get to very shy hand holding and sitting/standing a little closer to each other and playing with strands of hair. It’s definitely a learning curve for both of them because they’re not used to experiencing these things without strings attached. Affectionately touching knees and/or arms and both blushing profusely the whole time like it’s their first day on earth.

Hugs? Hugs are. A lot. A lot of contact for the two that have barely gotten used to letting their hands touch. It’d probably take a big event to trigger a whole hug like that. But it doesn’t really have to be some huge life threatening event yeah ? Something like Frederick having an emotional outburst after a long day of work that just isn’t good enough. Sobbing crying yay y tears and Maebelle. Very tentatively wraps her arms around him to comfort him. Cue sobbing in her arms all night the whole experience brings them closer together and they feel a lot more comfortable being vulnerable with each other after that.

Once they’re comfortable they get a LOT more affectionate . What their upbringing does to them ig. One of them also figured out kisses at some point so a lot of hand kissing yay cheek kisses forehead mwah mwah very soft and loving. Precious. They get so cuddly with each other in private yay. Snuggle. Practically inseparable it just feels so nice to have that warmth and closeness for the first time. Warm and fuzzies abound … isurehopenothingbadhappenstothem

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DISCLAIMER: I have never kissed anyone I likely will continue to never kiss anyone I have never drawn anyone kissing and used no references for people kissing. I’m tired and my foot hurts and my Vision is barely recognizable but I am posting this anyway because I made a promise and whatever.

Kiss kiss fall in love.

They’re supposed to be doing this I guess with Maebelle dipping him and errr her hair curtaining it out privacy style . Idk man I ate too much garlic bread today

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the reason for the french flags because it make me giglge

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Wonderful MaeRick fanart from my frand idk if he wants credit but if he does he’ll send me death threats 👍