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[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

[kurov1864]

. ⸝⸝ Marcel as your lover (pt.1)

notes: this is my first time writing for mlbb,,, Marcel has me absolutely hooked dear lord. Do note this was written before his official release, I'm just going based on the teasers and delusion (yum) Also!! It was originally supposed to be how he acts when he has a crush on you -> how he acts at the start of the rs -> how he acts when he's fully settled in but it ended up being too long... so I'm splitting it into 3 parts m so sorry ueueue

How does he treat you at the start of the relationship?

Marcel would be a lot more reserved at the start of the relationship, not very openly romantic or dramatically affectionate. There's the usual gentlemanly gestures and polite compliments, but that's more of the manners drilled into him since young.

His affection mainly lies in his actions. Things like getting you that one snack you mentioned a long time ago that you'd like to try, or immediately going to get you an extra layer when he notices you shivering without any prompting.

He's quite protective of you as well, even if he doesn't show it outwardly. It's subtle, like positioning himself against the crowd when walking on the streets, or guiding you away from the judgemental elders in the castle. He knows that as you're dating the aide of Aamon, some... unsavory characters may target you, and he just wants to make sure that nobody he treasures gets hurt.

He likes to snap pictures of things he knows you like and make a dedicated collage for you. He might not even gift it to you, just keep it so he can look through it whenever he misses you or needs to comfort himself.

Honestly, he feels a bit emotionally distant? He avoids talking about his feelings, always managing to shift the conversation to you instead, something he's much more comfortable talking about.

To put things into perspective, he's kind of like a schoolboy that's with his first girlfriend, trying his best to please her but at the same time accidentally brushing aside his feelings and forgetting what an actual partnership is supposed to be like. He can act confident and suave all he likes, but after a few weeks of this it's quite obvious that he's prioritizing you above himself to an almost unhealthy degree.

It's not like he has low self-esteem, he definitely knows his value. But perhaps its because he's so unused to such normal love, something with zero strings attached, that he acts so out of character.

You can't really blame him, he's trying to move past his rough childhood to become a man worthy of your love. This isn't something you can really help him through. Just like how he had to accept that it was his mother's decision to leave the castle and not Melissa's fault, this is something he has to sort out by himself. Simply being there by his side and reassuring that you'll always be there for him is enough.

Clemar on the other hand, would probably be extremely curious about you (and slightly hostile, but when is he not). He'll be intrigued by Marcel finally finding a partner, but also slightly wary that you may hurt both of them. Because of that, he might observe you a little too closely.

This can make him somewhat intrusive during private moments, or a bit condescending and dismissive towards you, as if he's constantly testing whether you're worthy of Marcel's trust. Marcel, of course, isn't too delighted by this. He's trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable, so Clemar's behavior worries him more than anything.

final notes: m sorry if it wasn't fluffy enough,, i meant to make it self-indulgent and such but i suck at that,, i can only hypothesize ideas on how he acts and the problems you two would face ueueueueue,,, i'll do my best to practice hard!!

[roxxiies]

Assassin along with a support!reader who is in the opposite team. sfw, gn!reader, slightly obsessive themes, convincing you to join them instead

✩　featuring: dyrroth, julian

It was quite scary how the enemy assassin kept glancing your way as if you're his prey. However, it only worsened when Dyrroth was carrying his team. So to roam around the map to get your job done always sent you in a panicky mess.

Now, your team has been wiped out, leaving you as the last one standing. Your mind raced with frantic thoughts as you warily turned your head at every bush you passed. You ducked inside one, pressing yourself low as a shiver ran through you at the thought that, at any moment, he would come for you—

“Boo. So this where you were hiding,” The voice came out of the blue as you felt your blood running cold. He chuckles mixed with the raspy and calm tone of his voice as your body trembles beneath him.

You cowered at the sound near your ear and tried to escape but he was just faster. His hand quickly clamped over your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in—trapping you against him as you could feel his chest press against your back.

Dyrroth mutters lowly and it sends shivers down your spine, “Why not be my healer? That damned Duke doesn't even deserve you.” He scowls, clicking his tongue, “Such a waste of power.”

You only shook your head, trying to speak up for your jungler but it came out muffled against his palm. He notices this and removes his hand and you instantly gasp. “He’s not w-weak! You're just—”

“Strong.” He finished for you, chuckling. “Yeah, that much is obvious, isn’t it?” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you even closer... was his head nuzzling against your neck?

The whimper you let out was weak and quiet as if you're hesitant to disagree with what he said despite knowing it's true. The recent Savage! notification was evident.

“I’ll make sure to win this little game for ya’,” He murmured, his tone mixed with confidence. “And once this is over, you can come to me, yeah? With me, you'll effortlessly play your role, and I'll carry you alll the time. You won't have to worry not a single bit.”

You did felt a streak of loses and this was one of the great offers one could give to you. You unhesitatingly opened your eyes as it landed on his. “Really…?”

The innocent sight in front of him made him feel something stir deep inside. He smiles wildly as he pulls you close, “Yeah, you're going to be my own little princess.”

You knew from the moment Julian earned the Triple Kill! notification that this match was going to be rough—it hadn’t even been five minutes!

Your role as a healer would require ten times the effort compared to other games. But what irritated you most was the way he mocked your team, especially the jungler you supported, leaving everyone dead except you. And somehow, that made you feel something.

Now, it was just the three of you—him, you, and your jungler—contesting the turtle where the other players were busy clearing their lanes.

The assassins were neck to neck as they fought. Despite your consistent healing and telling him to retreat for now, your jungler was stubborn—so prideful and insistent—that had cost him an embarrassing streak of deaths.

As you see your jungler fall, your feet scramble to get away, fearing he'd kill you this time. But he snatches you instantly by the waist. You closed your eyes, covering your face as you wished he'd just slay you immediately.

He lets out a huff of amusement, “It’s a lil’ adorable when you cower in fear.” He takes to pry one of your hands that you were using to hide your face. “It's as if you weren't watching my every move.”

His words sank in and your face flushed a deep shade of red. The sight made him chuckle. You stammered, trying to defend yourself. “I—I wasn’t! I was just keeping an eye on you—”

The grin that stretched across his face made you stop mid-sentence. He clearly wasn’t buying it...

“Keeping an eye on me, stalking me—Sure, but aren't they the same thing?” He lets out another chuckle, “But I don't bite, sweetheart. If you could just tell me you want me, then I'm all yours—”

Your heart fluttered wildly as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t just say things like that…”

“Sure,” he only chuckled, finding you quite adorable, “Anything for you.”

[nekojirou]

The meme but it's them (Cecil not beating the malewife allegations...)

[rxxiie]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

you're jealous and frustrated, so he reassures you. nsfw, fem!reader, p in v, creampie

✩　ft: aamon paxley

“You were jealous?” he groans from above you, his chest rising and falling.

It had been hours since he had you trapped beneath him, and the statement you had been dreading to hear all morning brought a deep flush of embarrassment across your cheeks. You immediately shook your head and reached to cover your face, only to be stopped when he gave you a sudden harsh thrust of his hips.

“Words, baby.”

You cried out in denial, “I— I’m not!”

Aamon let out a huff, using his hand to guide your gaze back to meet his hungry eyes. “Is this why you've been so awfully bratty? Testing my patience?”

This morning, he had to hold an audience with a few noble ladies, handling their exhausting demands that required immediate attention. As a result, your date had been postponed— though he had offered plenty of gifts as compensation, a date you had spent weeks planning together was nowhere near replaceable.

You sniffled against his palm as soft whimpers escaped your lips. He sighed again at your crying state, guiding your hips flush against his as you hooked your legs around him. He leaned down against your neck, letting himself be engulfed by the sweet aroma you gave off, despite the air being heavy with the scent of sex.

He gently gripped your waist as he began to move his hips slowly. He groaned, relishing on how snug and warm you were around him, but as your soft cries reached his ears again, it brought him back down from his high. “You already know you have me all to yourself.” He captured your lips in a fervent kiss, panting. “Fuck, we even share the same last name.” With that, he gave you a sudden, deep thrust.

Your eyes widened at the harshness, an overwhelming mixture of pain and fucking pleasure shoots deep inside of you. You feel your insides churn as you let out a whiny whimper and his cock twitch at the angelic sound. You cry out, “S-slow d-down— ah, please!”

He grunts, his pace unrelenting, but now even faster. “Don’t try—ah- fuck— try to ignore it,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you again, messy tongues colliding with each other as your moans muffled against his lips. “Even if I do spend more time in m-meetings, I always come back to you at the end of the day—a-ah... d-don’t I?”

You sniffled, your tone shaky from the force of his movements as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm nearing had you seeing white. “M’sorry...! hic— won’t do it again!”

He feels himself getting closer from the tightness of your cunt. He stills for a second and leaned back to take in your disheveled state on his bed. You looked angelic yet sinful all at once. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily. “Oh, baby. You don't understand how you make me so fuckin’ crazy, and yet you still doubt me?”

You shook your head immediately, your eyes closing in an attempt to stop your embarrassment but he only found it all adorable. He chuckles lowly behind your ear, “That just means... hah, I’m going to make this night all about you.”

His fingers reached lower to where your bodies joined, his thumb circling your clit slowly. You let out a soft whimper at the added stimulation, feeling yourself teetering even closer to the edge as he started fucking into you again, his fat cock bruising your cervix.

“You’re squeezing me—ah, s-shit- so tight, baby,” he grunted, his hips moving faster as he chased his own release. His thumb rubs faster and with the final sharp thrust, your legs shake and tighten around his waist. You let out a mix of pretty moans and whimpers as your nails rakes down his back.

The way you clamped down on him—pulling him deeper—had sent him over the edge. He came with a hoarse grunt as his cock twitched and he shoots pretty white strings, filling your insides to the brim, and leaving you feeling impossibly full. He leans down, wrapping your bare body in his arms as the room is filled with heavy pants and sighs as he occasionally humps to get everything out and inside of you.

He tilted his head down to glance at where your bodies met, grinding his hips gently, unintentionally rubbing against your clit and you whimper from the overstimulation before he finally pulls out with a satisfied sigh, then laying by your side.

He admires your disheveled state and chuckles softly. “Didn’t know you’d be this messy yet so pretty,” he murmured, but his amusement softened when he noticed your face flush in red with a mix of a tear-streaked face. He gently reaches out to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I truly am sorry for giving you less attention... I’ll make sure to meet you as often as possible. You can even tag along during my meetings. You just never asked before, so I thought it bored you.”

You sniffled, your mind was still a little hazy from your recent orgasm. You looked away in embarrassment as you murmur against his neck,“...That’d make me feel even worse.”

Aamon shook his head in disapproval. “Can’t take back my words, baby. From now on, I’ll make you the happiest and most loved wife out there.”

You pursed your lips, your cheeks flushing, “I already am though...”

His lips stretched to give you a smile as he lets out an amusement huff, “You sure are, darling. Also adorable when she's very jealous.”

You gasped, “Am not!” and he just laughs.

[uchiha-itachi-amaterasu]

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