The Vampire Diaries Imagines

Marcel Gerard--I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend To Dance With You

Imagine asking Marcel to teach your fiancé how to dance and finding out he has feelings for you

Based on I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

It had finally happened. You were engaged. Your boyfriend Will had been quick about it, but you were excited about the engagement sure enough. You were quick to tell everyone about it, with the exception of one person. Marcel Gerard. Marcel was your closest friend and that's where it should have stopped. But it didn't. You had liked Marcel for the longest of times, but he had never done anything about it. You got tired of waiting and that's when the detective asked you out. You were gonna be the new Mrs Kinney. And you were happy about it. You knew you were. Will was lovely and Marcel obviously didn't feel anything for you.

That was made clearer by his treatment of you ever since you announced your engagement. He had stopped talking to you and inviting you to hang out as well as declining any attempts you had made to invite him out. Now you only saw him at the dance lessons he would give you. A thing you looked forward to every week. Today was that day.

"Why hello there Marcel." You greeted happily. He was in the studio and just so happened to be sweaty and lacking in a shirt. Fate was seriously testing you.

"Oh, hey Y/N." He said with his winning smile. "You ready for today?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You replied as you set down your water bottle and bag.

"Good, good."

He took your hand and the two of you practically floated around the ballroom, effortlessly swaying to the music. It was like you were meant to be together, the way you fit in one another's hands. But you quickly did away with such thankless thoughts.

"So how have you been?" He managed to ask you.

"I've been good." You answered. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." He said with a light chuckle. "I—actually never mind. It's stupid."

"No, tell me." You insisted.

"I kinda get excited for our dance lessons, you know." He confessed.

"So do I. It's kinda the best part of my week, being with you." You added with a slight blush on your part, before quickly correcting yourself. "In our dance lessons, I mean."

"Yeah, yeah." He said in response. "The dance lessons. You're getting pretty good."

"I have a good teacher." You told him with a smirk.

"Well ain't you a little flatterer?" He replied, smirking too. "I remember when you came in here and you could barely walk straight."

"Oh, don't even remind me." You muttered with an embarrassed look.

"It's good to know your roots." He told you with a laugh. "Shows you how much you've improved. Pretty soon you're not even gonna need me to teach you."

"You know, you can see me outside of these four walls." You reminded him. "You know, like you used to."

"It's complicated." He dismissed with a shake of his head, that brought pain coursing through your body.

"That's cool." You replied, swallowing thickly. "I've got a ton of wedding planning to do anyway."

"I'm sure you do." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"Speaking of, I was wondering if you'd be willing to give Will some dance lessons too."

Marcel's eyes darkened at the question and his grip on your hands loosed. "What?"

"You know, for like the first dance and stuff." You elaborated. "He specifically asked for you actually."

"I'm sure he did."

"So what do you say?"

"No."

You were taken aback by the abrasiveness of his answer and he now let go of you completely. "What?"

"No. No I am not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you!" He snapped.

"Okay, you don't have to." You murmured, confused by his aggressiveness. "Why are you so mad?"

"Y/N." He said before taking a deep breath and calming himself down. "I have bit my tongue, I have watched him kiss you and still you don't get it. If I teach him how to dance with you, then we'll be done! Because what will you need me for?"

"I still don't get what?" You asked before stepping closer to him.

"Y/N, don't make me say it."

"You're gonna have to."

"I love you, Y/N. I love you." He confessed and once again you stepped towards him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You asked in confusion. "Why wait till now? Now that I'm getting married? You had all that time!"

"I know, I know." He told you. "And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you. I wasn't going to tell you. Not like this."

The two of you stood, staring opposite one another as every feeling you had managed to suppress came rushing back to the surface.

"What now?" You asked him, moving so there was no space in between you anymore.

"I don't know."

"No." You said, shaking your head with determination. "You have to know. You can't say that to me and then not know what comes next. You have to—"

You were cut off by Marcel's lips meeting yours. Your brain was telling you to abort mission, but when had that thing ever been right? Rebelling against your instincts, you kissed him back with fervour, letting your hands find their way around his neck. And just like when you danced, when you kissed, you fit together perfectly. Like you were meant to be. Like nothing else around you mattered.

When the two of you finally parted ways, reality sunk in. You were engaged to not him. And it was clearly written all over your face as when you opened your eyes, Marcel was nowhere to be seen.

A/N: Ambiguous ending...Do you stay with your fiancé and blame it on spur of the moment, or do you become the Queen of New Orleans?

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