The Originals Prefrences And Imagines

Dream Bieber (Marcel)

Imagine Marcel adopted you and you having cute father/daughter moments.

"What are you drawing?"

This seemed to be a common question Marcel asked you, you were 6 years old and you absolutely adored drawing.

"A princess," You shaded with the hibiscus pink pencil.

Marcel had realised you had expensive taste since he had first taken you in, you had never demanded for the fancy set of pencils but you had begged.

"That's us standing next to her in her castle," You pointed to two figures, though quite good for a six year old were not that good in general, "That's you Marcel and there's me."

Marcel smiled at the drawing, in his eyes it was fantastic, he was thrilled that he was important and loved enough to be accepted into your drawings.
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6 years later

"What are you drawing, sweetheart," he sat next to to see you drawing again, like everyday.

"Just me and Justin Bieber's future children," You said in a sing song voice.

Marcel froze, and instantly a wave of disgust and protectiveness washed over him. This was something he hadn't had to face with you yet, he had almost dreaded this stage as he had with 'The Talk'.

"Her name is Dream," You sighed dreamily (get it, ha ha....ha).

He looked at the drawing it had the singers eyes and your H/s, H/c hair.

"Oh...." He said, he wondered away (More like ran to escape such terror) realising this was your first serious celebrity crush and he walked into your room to see posters of the singer all over your room.

He shuddered, he was afraid, very afraid.

As much as he hated the guy he still bought you tickets. Who could resist those puppy dog eyes.
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2 years later

"What are you drawing?"

He prayed you weren't going to say you and Shawn Mendes' future children. You'd had a crush on the Canadian for a while and though Marcel personally thought Shawn's music was better than Justin Bieber's he was still traumatised by the fact you wanted children with any of them.

"Flowers, patterns," You murmured, "Things like that."

Twirling the hibiscus pink pencil all over the page, the same set you'd had since you were little. Marcel smiled, thinking back to those days when he could just throw something pink at you and everything would be better.

"But I want you to see something I drew earlier," you sat up suddenly and flipped back through your drawing book and pulling one of your old ones out from nowhere.

"Let's see then."

"Well, I was looking over some of my old drawings and found this," you opened to familiar drawing from two years ago.

Marcel froze staring into the still, cold brown eyes of Dream Bieber, he had though he was safe from her, he hadn't seen such evil for 2 years. You grinned at it.

"You remember this?" You giggled.

"Yes, yeah I do," Marcel said very slowly, "Its difficult to forget."

"Yeah well, I've obviously improved since then so I redrew her," You held up your current drawing book.

Marcel looked at Dream 2.0 with a scared look in his eyes. Yes, she was a lot better and that was what scared him, because this time it actually looked like it could be you and Justin's child.

"I think I might put it on my wall," You thought aloud.

This was all to much for him, the flashbacks (Post traumatic) he was getting were making his head hurt. He was scared, he was terrified, he couldn't have you converting back to your major over the top 'Belieber' stage.

He couldn't handle you fangirling over his nose hairs again. He felt himself being able to move again and snapped back to his senses again.

Marcel ran.
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A/n this is in no way supposed to offend people who are fans of Justin Bieber. I don't hate him and think he's disgusting, I'm just writing this in Marcel's perspective.

I'm really sorry if I offended any of you,

Love,

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