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My Magic Tutor (Marcille x Reader)

A/N: This takes place before the events of Delicious in Dungeon, when Marcille is at magic school. Reader is 17 and Marcille is 44. This is also before Falin left magic school. Enjoy!

WARNING: blood and sort of self-harm

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"Urghh, why can't I get this!" I yelled to myself out of frustration. I had been trying to learn this healing spell for the better part of an hour. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get the wound on my finger to heal. Just as I was about to give up, a knock pulled me from my slump.

"Uhm Y/n? Are you there?" The familiar voice belonged to a certain blonde-haired elf. I jumped from my seated position on the floor and ran to let Marcille into my dorm. I swung the door open, as my heart thumped with anticipation. My e/c eyes locked with her green ones; a slight dust of pink adorned her cheeks.

"Marcille!!" The usually confident girl now wore a shy expression. Her head hung low; her wide eyes now covered by her yellow bangs. Marcille twiddled her fingers as she rocked back and forth, from her heels to her toes.

"Hey Y/n, we've been friends for a while now," her voice came out meek and quiet. At last, she began to raise her head, but she still averted her eyes from mine. "And, well, I was wondering if you weren't doing anything, if maybe you wanted to..." Her eyes drifted to my hand, which was propped against the door. Her gaze locked on to the crimson that leaked from my pointer finger. "OH MY GODS YOUR FINGER!!" She quickly bolted towards me, grabbing my finger and holding it close to her face for inspection. She was visibly disheveled, her hair ruffled and her face red, and she continued shouting, "Y/N YOU'RE BLEEDING! WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"

"Woahhh, take a breather Marcille, I'm fine." Although my heart soared at the thought of her being worried about me, she was acting as if the tiny prick on my finger was a death-inducing wound. I managed to pull Marcille off of me and led her to my bed. Once the two of us were sat, I began to explain, "You came as I was practicing healing spells. What you saw was just an itty-bitty prick that I gave myself so that I had something to heal. There's no need to worry, in fact I'm surprised you could even see it." Towards the end of my speech, I let out a small chuckle as I moved my, non-bleeding, hand to Marcille's shoulder. I gave her a tender squeeze as reassurance that I was alright. 

Marcille let out a soft sigh and returned to her usual smiling self. Her eyes slowly scanned my figure for anymore wounds before her brows furrowed. "But I don't understand. If you were practicing healing spells, then why isn't your finger healed?" I let out a quiet squeak at her question. Busted.

"I'll tell you, but you have to swear that you won't judge me!" The serious look on my face made Marcille raise her hands in surrender, while pursing her lips into a fine line. "I couldn't..."

"Couldn't what?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THE SPELL," I burst out. Marcille's face went blank before she let out a hardy laugh. "Hey! I said no judging!"

The elf wiped the tears from her eyes and composed herself before speaking, "Y'know, if you were struggling with spells, you could've just asked me for help. I am the teacher's assistant after all."

A loud sigh escaped me as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. My face was flush red, I averted my eyes off to the side, and began to speak, "Could you... maybe... help me with my spells?" A warm pair of hands embraced mine, causing me to turn my attention towards the source. Marcille had leaned in close, our faces now inches apart. If my face wasn't red enough before, it certainly was now.

"I'd be more than happy to tutor you." Her voice was soft and sweet. I could listen to her speak for hours on end and never get bored. However, my admiration was cut off by glowing orbs floating through the air. My finger!

"But Marcille, if my fingers healed then what will I practice on?"

"Me of course!" Of course.

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Apparently, Marcille had sustained a cut on her ear while wandering with Falin. Marcille guided my hand to her long ear. My breath hitched as our skin made contact, a blush quickly spreading to my cheeks. Her skin was soft and warm against my shaking palm. Marcille starred into my eyes as she spoke, "Calm down. If you get this flustered over touching someone, you'll never master healing spells." Despite consoling me for my odd behavior, I could see the way she tensed slightly as my thumb traced over her warm flesh.

"Right," I moved my hand so that Marcille's ear fell comfortably into my embrace, "is this okay?" I knew that Elves had sensitive ears, so I wanted to make sure that my touch didn't cause Marcille any discomfort.

•MARCILLE POV•

"Er, yeah that's fine haha!" I laughed away my awkwardness. Her hands were smooth, it felt like I was being caressed by the finest silk. Slowing my racing heart, I began to instruct her, "Focus your mind on the mana that courses through your body. Link that flow with the palm of your hand, from the very top of your head and all the way down to my toes. Match to my breathing, my body temp, and pulse." Her eyes fluttered shut. "When you feel like you have the rhythm down, repeat after me. Sperae..." Her voice trailed shortly behind mine, "Sperae..." My gaze dropped to her plump lips. "Yeptum..." "Yeptum..." I studied the shape of her lips, the way they pursed and relaxed, and how they bent on impact. "Rufermus..." "Rufermus..." I felt my body gravitating to hers. "Vilal..." "Vilal..." Warmth radiated from her body, further pulling me in. "Eurekant..." "Eurekant..." Slowly, I closed the gap between us. "Oonzu..." "Oonzu..." As she uttered the last word, our worlds collided. Her lips were soft and plush, yet firm. The kiss felt surreal, like our souls were bound to each other. How I wished this moment could last forever, unfortunately, I was forcefully pulled back to reality by an unbearable sensation. "GAGH IT ITCHES!!" I pushed her away as I jumped towards the foot of her bed. "It's so itchy!" I whined.

I was so focused on scratching my ear that I hadn't processed my previous actions.

•READER POV•

I brought my right hand up to my mouth. My eyes drifted off into space as my fingers traced my delicate lips. She kissed me... A surge of confidence ran through me as I pounced on the blonde elf. I pulled her hand away from her ear, my other hand now holding her burning cheek. Our lips reconnected as the thumping of hearts echoed throughout the room. A slight groan escaped her lips at the sudden contact. After a second or two, Marcille relaxed into the kiss. Our lips moved harmoniously. We continued like this until one of us finally gasped for air. Both of our faces were bright red, and our chests heaved up and down in a rhythmic fashion.

A comfortable silence filled the air as we basked in each other's presence. Marcille moved so that her free hand now enclosed mine. Her eyes shined with a look of pure bliss. "Can I tutor you every day?"

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AUTHORS NOTE: Even though flesh is technically a synonym for skin, I always think of cannibalism when I read/write it. Also, is it obvious I have no clue how to write kissing scenes or endings🫣

I was writing a Chilchuck story, but I couldn't stop thinking about Marcille, which led me to writing this. And if it wasn't clear enough, this is 100% based off of Marcille teaching Laois about healing magic (she just looked so good in that scene!!) Also, WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME IT WAS LAIOS NOT LAOIS! I can't believe I've been spelling it wrong this whole time😭😭

GAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 16 VOTES AND 200+ READS!!! I genuinely can't believe it! The fact that anyone likes my writing makes me so incredibly happy!! Thank you so so much, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay safe<33

p.s. I think the constant switch from writing in Wattpad style to writing in APA format for college is driving me slowly insane