Imagines, One-Shots & Smuts with TVD, TO, & Legacies characters

Rescued? - Marcel Gerard

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Pairings: Marcel x Reader; Mikaelsons x Friend!Reader

Warnings: Nope

At some point you had become the Mikaelson mascot. You weren't certain how, it just kind of happened. Elijah was the first sibling you'd met. His charm and manners had drawn you in. He, on the other hand, was taken in by your courage and ferocity. He'd told you more than once that you were the bravest human he'd ever met.

Klaus had come next. And yes, you'd helped everyone else try to stop him from killing Elena, but to his surprise, you'd also defended him more than once. It had been you that pointed out that Stefan and Damon's hands weren't exactly clean, that they were only pissed because they knew the people Klaus wanted to kill.

Rebekah's friendship had come easily over a shared love of clothes and giving her brothers a hard time. Your relationship with Kol was perhaps the oddest. His siblings had thought he'd try to bed you immediately. After all, you were beautiful and sweet as they all freely admitted. But Kol had taken you under his wing, giving you a nickname and treating you like a beloved little sister. You had paid him back by saving him from the Gilbert's when they tried to kill him, which had only assured the family's loyalty that much more.

Everyone knew not to bother you, not to upset you, not to even look at you with anything less than the utmost respect. The Mikaelsons were fiercely protective of you. More than one person had been killed for daring to harm you. So when Kol rushed into the house and announced that you had been taken, the family was in an uproar. They frantically began discussing a plan to rescue you before you could be harmed.

Unknowing of what was happening across town, you were sat across the table from Marcel, sipping a lovely glass of red wine. You put the glass down and leaned back in your chair. Your lips twitched into a smile as you took in the grinning man across from you. "I'm glad I finally said yes," you said.

"So am I," he returned. "I was running out of ways to ask you out without humiliating myself."

You laughed. "I'm pretty sure you did that around time nine or ten."

He laughed, flashing that grin that had been the first thing to catch your attention when you met him. "Why did you wait so long to say yes anyway?"

You arched a brow. "Um...in case you haven't noticed, I have a rather protective family. I thought for your own safety I best make sure you were serious about this."

"Well, in that case, thank you for saying no so many times." He saluted you with his glass before drinking down the rest of his wine. "So tell me, Y/N, how does one become so entrenched in the Mikaelson family? Even I was never as close to them as you are."

You shrugged. "It just kind of happened. I say I'm their mascot though that annoys Elijah. They prefer to refer to me as a little sister." You glanced down at your hands which were clasped together in your lap before looking back up. "Perhaps I should just state up front that I will always choose them. If you go to war with them, it will always be them no matter how tied up I am with you. If you don't or can't understand that, I should go now."

Marcel slid his chair around so he was sitting right beside you. He propped his elbow on the back of your chair and brushed your hair behind your ear. "I'm tired of fighting, Y/N. And if it means I can have you, I'll keep the peace with the Mikaelsons."

Your heart stuttered in your chest with his words. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his. Soon you were moving in sync with one another. His hands slid under the edge of your shirt to rest on the bare skin at your waist. You both stood so you could get closer to each other. Marcel turned you and pressed you back against the wall.

His mouth left a trail of kisses from your lips up to your ear where he nipped your lobe and then continued down the side of your neck.

A loud crash interrupted the two of you. You looked at each other in confusion until Klaus's voice boomed through the house. "Where is she? Where is Y/N?"

"Stay here," Marcel said and zoomed into the other room.

You rolled your eyes at his stupidity and followed behind. As if anyone could possibly calm the hybrid but you at this moment.

"What is going on?" Marcel asked.

"I swear, Marcel, if you've hurt her--"

"Hurt who exactly?" you asked as you leaned in the doorway. Klaus had broken down the front door and now stood framed by the opening. Elijah and Bekah stood behind him looking equally furious. Kol however was smirking. The little shit.

"Y-Y/N, are you all right, love?" Klaus asked with wide eyes. He seemed stunned to see you standing before him.

"Well, I was before my date was interrupted."

Marcel's gaze moved between the two of you.

"Date?" Elijah asked, his brows lifting. You nodded and saw Kol slip away from behind his siblings.

Klaus rubbed the back of his neck before looking at Marcel. "I'm sorry, old friend. There seems to have been a misunderstanding of sorts. We were told Y/N was taken." His eyes shifted to you. "Perhaps you should tell someone the next time you are on a date," he suggested.

Your lips twitched. "I texted Kol hours ago."

Fury contorted Klaus's features and Elijah dropped a hand onto his shoulder to try to calm him down. "What exactly did you tell Kol?" Bekah's crisp voice asked.

"I believe my exact words were, Finally said yes to a date with Marcel. I'll be home later. Don't keep dinner," you stated. "Not a lot of room for misinterpretation there."

"I have a feeling my little brother was unhappy, little sister was on a date," Elijah said.

You laughed and moved forward to wrap your arms around Klaus. He immediately embraced you and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you for coming to my rescue, Nik."

"Always and Forever, Y/N." Elijah and Bekah stepped forward to take their turns. They all apologized and said their goodbyes to Marcel. As they left you could hear them grumbling. You couldn't make out every word but you distinctly heard the words Kol and dagger.

You continued to watch until your family was out of sight before turning back to your date. "Well, Marcel. Where were we?"

He grinned and grasped your hand in his, pulling you into the other room. "Allow me to show you, princess."