— 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.
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.
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?”
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.”
“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.
The soft fear of being left outside your frame.
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.
Marcel closed his eyes briefly as he sighed. “Clemar.”
“What? I am a device dedicated to honesty.”
So instead of questioning him further…
You gently held the lapel of his coat.
And pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“There we go!” Clemar cheered. “FINALLY some genuine emotional exposure!”
Marcel’s face warmed faintly.
“…You did that intentionally.”
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.
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?”
You slipped your hand into Marcel’s. His fingers instinctively held yours tighter.
“…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.”
Then Marcel lifted Clemar again. “…One more photograph.”
“Of the Exhibition?” You asked.
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.
“Perfect exposure. No external distractions. Just two subjects… perfectly framed.”
Marcel allowed a small, rare smile.
And his thumb gently brushed over your knuckles. Then he led your hand near his lips, kissing it gently.
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