Can people stop being cowards and write men crawling, begging and being desperate for the readers forgiveness idgaf why are WE FORGIVING A MAN who cheated on us like i read fanfics so that i can see men beg and grovel, if I wanted to see men being forgiven for cheating i might as well not read fanfics at all
Me searching for x reader after finishing a movie/show/game/etc. But all I found is SMUT and no ANGST that the reader died.
Edit/Note: Guys, this is just a meme, I like smut, okay? And people who told me to write instead of complaining, I do write, just not on this app. Hehe❤❤❤❤
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
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!!
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.”
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.”
》 Summary: Short scenarios with how the Archiver(writer) thinks the characters would be during your birthday.|
》 Warnings: Fluff, incredibly self-indulgent, OOC, different roles mentioned per character to fit the entry, pinning, swearing(Archiver’s note at the end).|
“You’re here,” a familiar voice echoed as you walked into the location Granger told you to go.
The area was vast, moonlight making it look like the place was glowing underneath it—And while you were unaware, Granger couldn’t help but see the same sight as you glowed under the moonlight.
“This place…” you slowly, looking around.
“Pleasing?” Granger asked, although he wasn’t looking at the area, but at you.
And when you finally looked at Granger, you couldn’t help but notice a soft fondness in his eyes. One that tells you that he meant to be pleasing at the sight.
“Why… Did you tell me to come here? To sightsee?” you joked, stepping closer to Granger, and he let you.
“Maybe… But for another thing too…” Granger replied, but before you could ask what was the other thing, he held out something for you.
A flower.
Specifically, your favorite flower.
“I hope you had a great day today… And… Happy Birthday.”
Despite not being one to celebrate his own birthdays, he still wishes yours would be the best in his own ways. His gestures may be small, but it held the largest message he could ever give. All for you.
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Blade
You were doing your regular things when somebody pinged you to go to a specific location. It reasoned for your birthday specifically.
You didn’t know who it was, but you had a guess. Silver Wolf.
It only makes sense, especially when Kafka and her often bombard you due to Blade’s interest towards you.
But, despite the voice in the back of your head telling you not to, curiosity got to you and went anyway.
“So, you came?” Blade spoke up, that all familiar voice as he stared at you as you walked towards him.
“Did Silver Wolf also tell you to come here?” you asked, half-joking, half-serious. But his response was something you didn’t expect—or should you?
“No… I told her to tell you,” Blade admitted, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.
The words left you speechless. Blade? Asking Silverwolf to tell you to come here? To him?
“Problem?” Blade asked, opening one eye to look at you.
You immediately shook your head, but the questions remained in your head.
“But… Why?” you asked, confusion written in your features.
Blade scoffed, turning away for a moment before deciding to finally approach you.
Meanwhile, you didn’t step back and just let him before he suddenly patted your head while pressing something on your hand.
“The two told me it was your birthday…” Blade excused—’excused’ as he definitely doesn’t remind himself days prior that your birthday is coming closer and closer—as he tucked a stray hair away from your face, fingers lingering over your jawline and cheek.
You were—again—lost for words as he finally stepped back before disappearing, leaving you alone with whatever he left for you.
Looking at your hand, it was a small, red tassel-looking piece, it respectfully matched that of Blade’s earring in a way.
As you look at it closer, your device pinged again. A message from Silverwolf.
“He wishes you a happy birthday, by the way.”
Blade, like how he kills and wins, is silent. He leans more on actions and contact rather than words. Besides, what can words do when the action itself tells more than words can?
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Argenti
Beauty and poetry erupted from the insides of the astral express as Argenti welcomed himself to greet you of your birthdate.
“Argenti… You don’t need to do all of this…” you awkwardly said as Argenti continued to praise you, kneeling and all.
“But how could I when such beauty is celebrating their birthday right now?” Argenti replied, holding one of your hands and kissing the back of your hand.
“This is a moment to celebrate. For this is the beauty all for you!” he said as he slowly handed you a single red rose—one that very well matches his hair—with the other hand on his chest, bowing to you like royalty.
“May your day be as lovely as you are, my dear. Happy birthday!”
Everything has beauty, and Argenti accepts it all, finding anything and everything beautiful, that includes the flaws and cracks of one. He loves with his all.
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Mydei
“Hmph, you’re late,” you heard Mydei huffing as he saw you approaching.
“Sorry, I got caught up with the others,” you reasoned, and your reasoning was true as the others couldn’t help but greet you with a happy birthday.
Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he turned away from you.
“Come now,” Mydei ordered as he started walking, giving you no chance to retort back.
You soon found yourself being given a box of pastries, their designs varied with two looking like you and Mydei.
But before you can speak about the two specific pastries, Mydei spoke, “Don’t mention it, the baker thought of something else,” he reasoned—it was as if he didn’t make them themselves—but you knew better.
You stared at the pastries before looking at Mydei, a smile in your features, “Thank you, Mydeimos, I appreciated it.”
Mydei huffed, crossing your arms and shook his head.
But under his breath, he greeted me.
“Happy birthday.”
Despite the feared and intimidating Crown Prince of Kremnos, Mydei had a heart of gold, hidden under his intimidating persona and thick walls. But of course, you found yourself wedging in between the cracks, and soon found your way into his heart, much to your unawareness.
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Diluc
It was closing time in the walls of Angel Shares, and yet, Diluc asked you to stay.
“Is there something wrong?” you asked the red head, thinking that you did something wrong as you didn’t think he’d mind your birthday.
Oh, how wrong you were.
“No, not quite,” Diluc responded, cleaning the last of the cleaned mugs and glasses, placing them back to their respective places behind the counter.
“But, please, may you wait upstairs? I need to prepare some things,” he added, nodding towards the second floor of Angel Shares as you thought over his words, ‘some things’?
“Okay?” nodding, you got up from your seat by the counter and walked upstairs, thinking about it before concluding that Diluc may have thought about your birthday.
But, he did more than just… ‘thought’ about it.
Almost half an hour later, you remained seated in one of the tables there until you heard a pair of footsteps coming in.
Diluc approached holding two plates of food. One was a small cake made just for you, and the other was his own signature dish, ‘Once Upon A Time In Monstadt’.
“I made it just for you,” Diluc hummed, sitting on the opposite chair on the other side of the table.
“I hope it is to your liking,” he added, as if the thought of celebrating your birthday with him isn’t enough already.
And so, with a smile on your lips, you responded.
“Diluc, I love this! Really, thank you,” you praised, the redhead reacted with a small blush appearing on his features.
“But…” you chimed, tapping on the plate that held his signature dish, “I can’t really finish all on my own,” you added, looking at Diluc, wanting to share the food with none other than with him.
And who would Diluc be if he were to refuse you on your birthday?
Despite his cold and stoic personality, like the others, he has a heart of gold. He shows through his actions, his body language, and microexpression. He never says it out loud, and even if he did, you already know what he would mean, as his actions give away what he intends to voice.
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Zayne
“You’re not late this time,” you heard Zayne's voice as you left your apartment building.
You huffed at his immediate notice, “Well, I’m not the one who’s so eager to get out today…” you replied, crossing your arms as you reminded Zayne of how many times he mentioned going out today, on your birthday.
Zayne, ever the calm man, only shook his head and lightly chuckled, “It is your birthday, it is better to spend it with another person than alone… Your words, not mine,” he replied, using your previous words—the same ones you said on his birthday—against you.
You will never get through this man, would you?
It wasn’t long until you both found yourselves in his car, driving towards somewhere Zayne picked without telling you, only the excuse that ‘it is a surprise’.
“Close your eyes, no peeking,” you heard Zayne utter as the car slowed down to take a turn, you sighed and closed your eyes, following his words even to the point that you covered them with your hands.
“There, now could you at least give me a hint?” you asked, but alas, Zayne didn’t give in.
As the car came to a stop, you heard Zayne exited the vehicle and seemingly grabbed some things from the back before closing it moments later.
After a little while, you almost decided to peek a little before you heard the car door open and a pair of cold—yet warm at the same time—carefully pulled you out of the vehicle.
“Keep your eyes close just for a little longer,” Zayne whispered as he brought you somewhere.
When he gave you the signal to open them, you found yourselves in a small horizon, the city looked far yet close at the same time. Below you two was a small picnic patch with various snacks and foods you came to like over the years.
As you looked at the setup then at the view, you heard Zayne speak.
“Happy birthday, my beloved.”
Hand in hand, Zayne shows his love and devotion through his body and little services he does for you. From understanding you through noting little details in your life, to remembering you through things you liked (ex. He sees your favorite food stall and immediately thinks of you). And despite his cold exterior, you were that warm light that eased through the cracks, and you, and only you, were to ever touch his heart.
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》 Archiver's Notes: Holy 50th fanfic entry, and it’s for my birthday too!! For those wondering, my birthday is in Jan 24, and I actually planned on posting this during that time, but so many things happened, so yeah. Also I just noticed a pattern in my favorite characters. ‘Action speaks louder than words’ fuck me…
Is your offer from "Love at midnight" still available...? I would like some marcel writings, I'm barely surviving because there are barely writings of him, can we perhaps explore him..? 🥹
(please pardon the grammatical errors! English is not my first language :(( )
HI!
y e s
we need more marcel content man is fine af
just look at him! my beloved
But then again i'm not sure what you really wanted so uh i did a short fic/drabble/whatever this counts as. Tis' just fluff and Marcel realizing that you fell first, but he fell harder :D
also mini local menace Clemar bc ofc he is
Enjoy! hope it is to your liking hehe lmk if there's something more specific or like headcanons you'd like of this fine gentleman
Perhaps that's what love is when he finally feels it with all five senses. Marcel wouldn't know any better. The slow progression of this relationship that culminated in that grand reveal that felt like he's been run over by a carriage.
Maybe it's his keen sense, or maybe he's just so zoned in on you. The way he'd pick up your scent, of flowers, sweets and something so indescribably...you. He tells no one about this lest they think of him as a creep, but personally Clemar thinks it's a talent. a very specific talent with very niche usage.
Macrel would know if you've been here just a moment ago. He'd be able to tell just from the scent alone. The perfume you had custom made for yourself is the one scent he's acquainted well with. He would be able to deduce what you've been doing just from this alone.
Maybe that's what it feels like to fall in love with your scent
The way his eyes would be able to find you no matter how crowded it is. Marcel would notice when you're walking down the market street from a mile away. He's always paying attention to the details. All of it. from the tip of your hair all the way down to your toes. He would know if you got a haircut, no matter how miniscule the changes are.
He'd notice immediately if you tried to style your hair a different way that day. And when you look at him? He wouldn't mind getting lost in those eyes for eternity.
Marcel look at your fashion choices today as well, noting all the tiny things that would've gone unnoticed by others. He already has a mental database of what clothing style you like, colors you often wear and accessories you fancied. As much as others see it as him telling Clemar it's rude to photograph you without permission, he's just as guilty as his other half is. The private chambers he has back at castle Aberleen is filled with candid photos of you, one he'd hide away should he have anyone visiting his room. Those pictures are for his eyes and his eyes alone.
Perhaps that's what it feels like to fall in love just with the sight of you.
Or maybe it's when he hears your voice? Everything else is on hold and he has to turn around to where your voice is coming from. You'd be there, greeting him with that sweet voice he's all too familiar with. One that's been engraved in his mind.
How he can pick up all the details on your current emotions just from your tone and how you speak. Marcel knows when you're annoyed or feeling sad even before you told him about it. He'd recognize when you're happy about something just from that slight change in your pitch. Even Gusion calls him weird for being able to do that, but he paid no mind. Clemar teases him non stop but it bothers him not.
He's usually not one to hear complaints from clients or anyone else,really. Marcel never liked those fussy entitled customers and how they'd always have something they don't iike. But you? That's an entirely different story.
He'd zip his mouth shut and listen to you talking about your day, the good and the bad. Venting about anyone particularly annoying that day. Marcel would stop whatever it is he was doing to focus solely on you.
Maybe that's what it feels like to fall in love with your voice.
His heart skips a beat when your fingers brush against his. How you're so shy when trying to hold his hands as you walk down the streets. He'd give you a coy smile before interlocking your fingers, feeling your warmth. Marcel likes it when you play with his hair, he'd melt into your touch.He freezes for a moment when you fell asleep mid-reading, head resting on his shoulders. Clemar jokes about waking you up, to which he'd smack his partner square on the head.
He longs for your hug, one you gave him every time you return after a while of being away for work. Marcel basks in your warmth, as if he's a man who's been in cold ruthless winter for months.
He would always be sure to touch you with such care and gentleness, afraid that you'd break if he did it wrong. Cupping your cheeks and feeling the heat rush to your cheek when he kisses your forehead and teases you.
He always wished you'd sleep for longer when he has you in his arms. Hoping the sun takes longer to rise so he can stay in bed with you for just a little while more.
Perhaps that's what it feels like to fall in love with your touch
He'd have the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, faint when you share your sweet treats with him, offering a spoonful for Marcel to try. Who is he to reject, even if Clemar jokes about it being an indirect kiss. He doesn't even realize how hungry he is, and it's not about food.
Or when he places a kiss on the back of your hand during those ball and events he has to attend. The one you made more bearable for him to participate in. Giving you a kiss on the cheek as a 'thank you' for the dance.
Or maybe when it's all over and you're both alone in his room, uninterrupted by no one else. When he kisses down your neck, soft pecks trailing your belly and when he kisses up your thigh. A taste so unmistakably you, one that made him hunger for more. Marcel went back up to lock eyes with you, his hands ensuring there's no escape.
He dives in for the kiss, the all too familiar taste flooding him. Sweeter than anything and oh so intoxicating.
Maybe that's what it feels like to fall in love with your taste.
Marcel leans into the kiss smiling, hands wrapped around you as if you're going to escape if he ever let's go. Taking in all of you, so eager and with such passion. One that you return with just as much as you both became lost in this moment.
He would never trade you for anything in this world. You are his everything, someone he'd give his entire world to.
Perhaps that's what true love is to Marcel Paxley, 21 Years old, when he felt it with all five senses.
