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191. Marcel Gerard | Bad Behaviour

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Marcel Gerard X Reader

Word Count: 1060

Requested: Anon

Request: You're dating Marcel but you begin to worry about him and his fued with Klaus. Although reader understands where he's coming from she sees both sides but she knows Klaus won't back down and she doesn't want to lose Marcel. Reader is a witch and she ends up telling Marcel she loves him during a huge argument over his behavior. One-shot please.

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You and Marcel had gotten together a little before the Mikaelson's came back to New Orleans, your relationship was still pretty new when Klaus showed up and you worried for Marcel when you saw how reckless he became. He invited Klaus into his home and you knew that he was trying to catch him out but you were worried that Klaus knew this already. You had never met Klaus but you could tell just from looking at him that he was dangerous.

You were leaning against the bannister with a drink in hand, Marcel was down in the courtyard with some of his other vampires "(Y/N)." Theirry greeted as he comes to stand next to you.
"Theirry, how are you?" You asked.
"I would be better if Klaus would leave." He answered you gave a soft nod as you watched him walk in. "You don't like him either?"
"I don't trust him." You clarified.
"You'll talk to Marcel then?" He asked.
"I can try but that doesn't mean that he'll listen." You shrugged as you took another drink.
"I don't think that we've officially met." You looked to the left and found that Klaus was standing next to you. "Klaus Mikaelson."
"(Y/N)." You answered.
"So your the one that Marcel is always talking about." He smiled and you rolled your eyes.
"Is there something that I can do for you?" You asked you caught Marcel turning to you, he noticed Klaus talking to you and started making his way towards you.
"I just wondered how a witch managed to get the king of New Orleans under her wing." He smiled.
"He's not under my wing." You dismissed him and you pushed away from the banister and walked towards the stairs that Marcel was coming up. "I think I'm done with the party for tonight my love." You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning towards the rooms and heading to yours.

For the next couple of days, everything seemed okay but Marcel ordered a little rousting in the Quarter "Marcel I don't think that this is a good idea." You said and he smiled.
"Don't worry about it." He waved you off. "You need to focus on getting that dress for tonight."
"Marcel I'm being serious." You warned.
"So am I, don't worry about the witches." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you turned away from him, you were sure that something was going to wrong. It was later that evening that Diego appeared with the bad news, you were leaning against the wall "I want to hear your side go."
"That nightwalker came out of nowhere and attack Katie for no reason," Thierry answered.
"His name was Max and I turned him as for a reason, he didn't need one, she's a witch and he's a vampire. That's his reason." Marcel answered, if he could feel the glare on the back of his head he didn't show it but your eyes briefly moved to Thierry before Marcel gave him his sentence, when Marcel actually turned to look at you, you were gone.

You went to go and see Davina, you knew that after everything with Katie she would have felt it "Marcel is fine Davina, you don't need to worry about him." You said as you walked into the attic, she looked over at you and smiled but it quickly changed as she saw your face.
"You don't look happy." She said and you shrugged.
"Just a misunderstanding." You answered. "I might need some time away from New Orleans to get my head in the right place."
"Marcel did something?" She asked.
"Said something." You sighed. "Anyway I have to go but you know that you can always contact me, you remember the spell right?" You waited for her to confirm that she remembered the spell before leaving.

You'd gotten about half your stuff packed up when Marcel appeared in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes moved around the from until they landed on you packing your things into bags. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm leaving." You answered as you gestured everything around you. "What does it look like?"
"No your not." He denied.
"Don't you dare order me around!" You warned. "I maybe just a witch but I'm not a witch of the Quarter and I don't answer to you."
"(Y/N)-"
"Marcel don't! This is hard enough already but it's clear that we aren't supposed to be together." You said as you closed your second bag, you knew that there's still stuff there that you would have liked to take but you had the most important stuff so you picked up the bags.
"It's doesn't look like your struggling." Marcel glared, you turned on him a tight smile on your face.
"You think that I want to leave! You think that I want to walk away from everything that we have... We had. I don't Marcel! But I love you and I refuse to be the next victim of your need to impress Niklaus Mikaelson." You answered before walking towards the door before you knew what was happening you were pressed against the door, Marcel had one forearm reached against the now close door and his other hand pressed down on your hip keeping you pressed to the door.
"You can't tell me that you love me and then walk away." He said softly.
"Marcel I-" He pressed his lips to yours to stop you from talking.
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier and I'm sorry that I made you feel like you come second to him, I just don't want him to hurt you or anyone else here, we worked hard for this." He said softly.
"You can't make me stay by saying what you think that I want to hear." You warned and he shook his head.
"Let me show you what you mean to me." He pleaded and you closed your eyes, you had nowhere to go and you knew that the moment you walked out that door you were on your own, a few seconds later you dropped the bags and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"One chance that's all you get." You promised and he nodded pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"That's all I need." He answered.