#marcel mlbb

— 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

Where MLBB men like to kiss you! pt.1? Featuring Marcel, Aamon, Gusion

Absolutely NOT beta read I kinda just wanna get this out so my brain can rest and not yell at me 5 times a day going "you said you were gonna write more! what about yandere ex-husband marcel?!? what about university au marcel?! traitor!! public execution for thee!!"

Marcel;

Lips. Despite your lips being his favorite place to kiss, it's rare that Marcel ever does so. He's not exactly shy, but there is a hesitation to him whenever he leans in, as if he's carefully toeing a line he isn't sure he's allowed to cross. Most of the time it's quick and fleeting, barely more than a soft peck, and always in private. Not really the kind of behavior you would've expected from the seemingly suave and charming Paxley. It is wonderfully adorable how you can catch his ears burning faintly afterwards though.

But it's a different story if you were to push him. There's only so much teasing Marcel can take before he snaps, dragging you away to a corner away from the public eye. While his movements may be somewhat hurried, you can rest assured that his touch would always stay soft and adoring.

Aamon;

Collarbones. Similar to Marcel, Aamon rarely indulges in overt affection, but if there's one place he's undeniably drawn to, it's here. There's just something about the exposed line of your collarbones that drives him slightly insane, like a subtle tease, a glimpse of skin that hints at more without fully revealing it.

And perhaps that's why he likes it so much.

You can see it in the way his gaze lingers before he leans in, the deliberate drag of his fingertips along your skin, the way he always lets out a warm breath onto the most sensitive spots there just to watch you shiver, teasing you. Aamon's kisses there are slow, lingering enough to leave heat behind long after he pulls away. Sometimes, almost absentmindedly, he'll stay there for just a bit longer than necessary - not enough to bruise, but enough to leave the faintest of marks for the next few hours.

Gusion;

The corner of your lips. Gusion has never been particularly good or interested in restraint, especially when it comes to you. Affection comes easily to him, somewhat careless in the way only someone naturally confident can be.

He likes staying close, likes the little reactions he can pull from you with barely any effort at all. A quick kiss at the corner of your mouth, another just along your jaw, always accompanied by that smug little look because he knows that he's teasing you that little shit.

Unlike the more composed Aamon and Marcel, Gusion treats this like a game that he fully intends to win. Teasing comes naturally to him, and he enjoys dragging things out just to watch your ever-changing expressions. Still, beneath all that light-hardheartedness, there's something strangely genuine about it too. When Gusion wants someone (you), he loves loudly, and it shows.

end notes: i took 2 days to write marcel's part why is his one the shortest what. also i apologise for any mischaracterization on aamon's and gusion's part, i was kinda just vibing while writing them lol

a/n: I like to think he does traditional photography as for a little something to pass the time (oh, did I mean it as a break from duties? no, not in this case though). I didn't even realize it was angst UNTIL I was rereading it, how could I have missed such a big aspect? sorry, guys 😭 I also read your "twin" as "twink," and I was like... bro..

Marcel develops photographs. Unfortunately, he develops attachments too. sfw, gn!reader. slight angst, happy ending

✩　ft: Marcel

“I think you've developed that one four times now.” Your fingers tapped rhythmically on the table where he was working.

A/N: Not coming back just to post this 💔 guess what role I main in ml lol, oh and this might not be character + lore accurate sorry guys 💔 love your roamers y'all, they tryna keep y'all alive

Credits to the one who made the boarder! Per your request, here's your tag @cherryseascns

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