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alonely-dreamer · 3 years

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 35: Dangerous Opportunities

Summary: Mackenzie, Elijah and Klaus keep busy in New-Orleans...

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 2856

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

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I made Marcel everything that he is.

I treated him like a son.

And when my father chased me and my family from New-Orleans a hundred years ago we believed Marcel was killed.

We each mourned him in our own way.

Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived… he had thrived.

Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice, to take everything my family had built and make it his own.

Now he is living in our home.

He is sleeping in our beds.

The letter ‘M’ he stamps everywhere… it’s not for Marcel.

It’s for Mikaelson.

I want it all back.

And if I have to push him out to get it, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

***

Mackenzie’s giggles filled the room. “Stop it,” she kept repeating, but she didn’t mean it, and he knew that. They had started new games together, some even new to Elijah, as if Mackenzie was his muse inspiring him dirty little games he’d only play with her. It was innocent, at first, but soon, Mackenzie became more comfortable with him, more confident, and the stains of blood on the white bed sheets were so common now the compelled staff knew to change them almost every day. The implications of their activities only made them want each other more. Mackenzie, because she knew the effect her blood had on him, and Elijah, because he would never experience anything like this with anyone else other than her. Sure, he knew he would never love anyone the way he loved Mackenzie, but it wasn’t just about love. And that was something that made Mackenzie feel powerful. That was the reason why, sometimes, she refused to take his blood after they were done. So that she’d keep the marks. So that he knew they were there. His marks on her body. Claiming her. And she loved the way it made him feel when he saw them too.

While Mackenzie and Elijah were enjoying what both Katherine and Rebekah had called their ‘honeymoon period’, Hayley wished for death. Well, maybe not literally. But she did pretty much hate her life, and she didn’t have faith that it would get better in the next eighteen years. She was uncomfortable in every way. Not only was she pregnant with the world’s most hated supernatural creature, but her future baby’s father also was a total psychopath who didn’t see her as anything more than an incubator for his miracle baby. He had forbidden her from leaving the house where he left her to rot every day. Every day, she was left with a couple acting not unlike two hormonal teenagers around the house, in other words, alone, alone with dusty books she had no intention of reading, and a TV remote giving her access to hundreds of channels she wasn’t interested in watching at all. In other words, days passed and stayed the same, aside from the rising heat, and growing belly.

To make matters worse, when Elijah wasn’t busy eating his girlfriend (in every sense of the word), he turned into an over-protective grandpa, building the nursery from scratch, making sure she had vitamin, protein, everything a pregnant woman needs according to What To Expect When You’re Expecting, which she wouldn’t be surprised to find on his nightstand. Not only did it make her uncomfortable, and even more irritable, but it made Mackenzie self-conscious and sad, not matter how hard she was trying to hide it.

At first, Hayley thought it was jealousy. But Mackenzie was better than that. And she had no bad intentions towards Hayley, or feelings, on the contrary. After they had made sure Marcel’s secret weapon, whatever it was, could not detect Mackenzie’s powers, they had unlinked Hayley to Sophie, making the witches regret their whole plan to bring the Originals back in town, giving them enormous doubts about whether they would still go on with the plan to dethrone Marcel or not. Of course, Klaus was a threat to them now, after all they had done. Kidnapping Hayley, using his child to blackmail him… The witches were scared, and now, they had bigger problems than Marcel, and the witch community of New-Orleans was starting to turn against Sophie, who had insisted her sister’s plan would work. But Klaus didn’t attack the witches. No, Klaus was still in a suspiciously good mood. Aside from keeping Hayley locked up in the house, he was pleasant with his brother, he was pleasant with Mackenzie, and he was pleasant with Hayley, to whom his nickname little wolf had stuck. He wasn’t acting like a future father, by any means. He didn’t check on Hayley’s health, never asked how she felt or if she needed anything. He didn’t spend any time in the nursery, helping Elijah, or didn’t even talk baby names with his future baby’s mother, not that anyone had expected that from him. No. Klaus spent all his time with Marcel, and they were seemingly getting along great, greater than great, in fact, as if they were the best of friends who weren’t hiding deadly secrets from each other.

Hayley had started to worry about his behavior. What if he really enjoyed spending time with Marcel? What if he just wanted to get back at the witches? What if he didn’t care? What if… all the bad things Klaus could do, that she could think of, or even scarier, that she couldn’t even imagine. However, her worries were put to rest one day, as Klaus came back home one night with a newly made vampire named Josh.

“Josh here,” he had told them, “will be my eyes and ears. My joker, my…”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Hayley had interrupted him. “He’s your spy.”

Klaus had gotten to Josh before Marcel even had the chance to put him under vervain. The vampire was compelled thoroughly by the Original hybrid and will be the key to taking Marcel down.

Though the existence of Josh was a relief for everyone, neither his brother nor his girlfriend trusted him in any way. Not when he was in such a good mood. He was plotting something, and they had a feeling it was nothing good, for anyone.

***

Mackenzie caressed Elijah’s hair, her thoughts wandering back to earlier that day, when he had taken her to one of his favorite places in New-Orleans, a once peaceful beautiful park that was now a crowded and loud playground. She sighed, moving slightly but enough for Elijah to let a drop of blood slide down on Mackenzie’s neck. It drew a red line on her slightly tanned skin and the drop came to rest down her cleavage. She ignored it, she knew he’d take care of it later. Though the maids would have to change the sheets again in the morning.

She had almost forgotten his mouth buried in her neck, his free hand moving up and down her arm, as they were lying naked in their bed, resting from their long day of exploring the city Elijah had missed so much for the past century. He drank from her, her blood, the most delicious in the entire world, like she was the Fountain of Youth herself and he was the only one who got to drink from her, the only one who had that privilege, because he was the one who had discovered her. He had been there first, explored and found her and now she was his and only his and that thought would never cease to amaze him, to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world. But right now, Mackenzie felt everything but lucky, as she was haunted by a picture that would not leave her mind. A picture of his face in that park. And the look that said it all, even though he would never say it aloud, perhaps because he didn’t know it himself. A look she knew well now as it kept coming back, every time he looked at Hayley, every time he talked about the baby, about what Klaus should be doing but wasn’t, about everything he was doing in his brother’s place. It saddened him, perhaps unknowingly, and it saddened her as she knew she could never give that to him. In truth, no one could give that to him. But as powerful as she was, she felt she should be able to do anything, and everything she could do, but that.

He was content, lying in her arms, her hand in his hair, her blood in his throat, just enjoying the moment, enjoying her. But that was not the only reason why the question took him by surprise.

“Do you want kids?”

He froze, puzzled by the question. It surprised him, not only because it seemingly came out of nowhere, but mostly because he had buried that question and that answer a long time ago deep inside of him. So deep, in fact, that it was a hidden part of him, like an obvious take away of his very existence, of every single one of his actions. So deep, that the answer was practically engraved on his bones, carved onto his heart, like an invisible dormant pain that he would never let himself feel or remember. An immortal curse that could not be enchanted away and that will torment him for the rest of his eternity. Why that question? Why here, why now?

He slowly and gently retracted his teeth from her vein, licked the blood that escaped from the wound, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it from bleeding as he moved away and looked up at her. She had asked the question so quietly, like a whisper, like a spell echoing in his head, losing itself in time, making his bones quiver like an earthquake would make a house shake. That question had been asked and answered centuries ago. That choice had been made for him centuries ago. That choice had been taken away from him centuries ago.

She was looking away but turned towards him as he sat up and pulled the duvet to cover them. Not because they were cold, but because the time for their adult activities was obviously over. Now, they had to have another kind of adult conversation.

“I can’t have children, you know that.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Mackenzie…”

“Do you? Want children of your own?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do. I can’t.”

“I know you do,” she said quietly, once again looking away, staring at that spot that didn’t exist.

“Where is this coming from?”

She shrugged. “Same place your regret is coming from…”

“I have no regret,” he replied, confused.

“You regret not being able to have children.”

“That is hardly anyone’s fault but my parents, and they are dead. There is no one to blame, though blame wouldn’t lead us anywhere.”

Her hand found his arm and her fingers caressed his skin as if touching him would fix everything.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… I just thought… it’s unfair Klaus gets to have a child and you don’t. He clearly has no interest in it. But you do.”

“My interest in Hayley’s pregnancy doesn’t go beyond anything an uncle wouldn’t do. Though, I am no ordinary uncle.”

“This is no ordinary family.”

“And that is why your question has no answer, my love.”

She looked back at him. He rarely used such words in front of other people, but when they were alone, when they were being intimate, he called her all sorts of sweet words. ‘My love’ being the sweetest. ‘My love’ was the answer. It meant ‘don’t ask’, ‘it’s okay’, ‘I get it’, ‘I love you too’.

***

Klaus’ face tired of his never-ending smiling. However, he was motivated. Nothing would stop him from reaching his goal. Nothing ever could. And certainly not a stupid smile.

He couldn’t tell which was louder, the screams or the music, however, he had stopped caring. He was tired and annoyed, and he wanted to leave this wretched court of amateurs as soon as possible. Marcel called himself a King and had forged himself a throne, but he was just some tyrant wannabe, a little boy in a paper crown running around with his friends, bullying the weakest kids on the playground. Though he would never reproach Marcel from banishing the werewolves from the Quarter or stopping the witches from doing magic, everything that had allowed him to get to that point he had stolen from him, and that fact was like wood to a fireplace, it kept his immortal rage burning.

Perch on the balcony above the party, Klaus and Marcel stood like Kings in a court of horrors, watching their nobles feast on the buffet. Though Klaus was too old to enjoy such an obvious and basic vampire party, he had to give Marcel a nod of approval every once in a while, to keep things civil. He was bored out of his mind and had run out of things to talk about with his ‘friend’. Fortunately, Marcel had a surprise for his sire.

“I’m hosting a party.”

“Yes, you are,” the hybrid nodded, making the vampire laugh.

“No. I mean, I’m planning a party, in two days. It’s a charity dinner for some… I don’t know, charitable organization for the city.”

“I didn’t take you for the charitable type,” Klaus teased.

“Well, I got a reputation to uphold,” he replied with an amused smile. “It’s mostly an excuse to see Camille again, though.”

“Who? Ah, the bartender.”

“Yeah, the bartender,” he chuckled. “It’s a fancy dinner, just your brother’s type of things.”

“You’re inviting Elijah?” Klaus raised an eyebrow, surprised Marcel would want to be anywhere near his brother.

“Right, and his witch girlfriend, you know, what’s her name…”

“Mackenzie.”

“That’s right. She’s a funny little thing,” he said as he smiled at his sire accusatorily. “She’s not afraid of you.”

“Ah, she’s been through a lot.”

“Do you mean you?”

They laughed.

“I admit, I may have been less than cordial to her… more than once.”

“It’s a miracle Elijah lets you go anywhere near her.”

Klaus knew what Marcel was doing, where this was going. He had been working at it slowly, but not as subtly, for a while now. Marcel wanted Elijah gone, out of his city, no matter how, no matter what it took. He figured Klaus was his best shot, and usually he would have been correct, but not now, not anymore. If anything happened to Elijah, Mackenzie would destroy the whole city, hell, the entire state. No, Klaus had one goal, and he wasn’t going to let Marcel distract him from it.

“It’s different with her. If I kill her, he’ll stop at nothing to take me down, and I’ve tired of our little wars. The last one lasted a century and almost killed me.”

“Ah, let him have his fun. She’s mortal, they’re fleeting little things.”

Klaus chuckled, though not because he found the obvious threat funny, but the mere thought of Marcel going after Mackenzie made him want to laugh. He’d pay to see it, if only it wouldn’t result in Marcel’s certain death.

“Not this one. This one is here to stay.”

Marcel frowned and looked at the hybrid with curiosity. “You actually mean that.”

“She’s a Mikaelson, Marcel,” he nodded as he put his hand on the King’s shoulder. “You know what happens when you go after a Mikaelson.”

Marcel laughed. “Hey, I’m just talking, no harm meant, no harm meant.”

“She’d kill you before you even had a chance to see it coming.”

“See, that’s my problem,” Marcel grimaced. “Witches aren’t allowed to do magic here, and I don’t think she’s understood that.”

“What? Your secret weapon’s been shining bright recently?”

Marcel laughed as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s the attitude, Klaus. Elijah… he doesn’t respect my authority here. And neither does she.”

“Then why invite them, then? They’re happy enough on their own. Trust me, they’re unbearable to be around right now. They’re so… in love,” he said, disgust visible all over his face, making Marcel laugh whole-heartedly.

“You were never one for sentiment.”

“Right then,” Klaus sighed. “I’ll let them know.”

“I appreciate that, brother.”

Marcel tapped him twice on the shoulder before he moved towards the middle of the balcony, where he’d be best seen from downstairs, to make his usual speech. The words never changed. “Have fun”, “don’t kill too many of them”, and last but not least:

“And no matter what you do, no matter how good she smells or how pretty she looks, leave the barefoot blonde alone!”

That last part they all said together like a chant, like it was a joke. But when Marcel explained the meaning to Klaus the first night, he learnt he wasn’t joking in the least. He had puzzled out all the tiny bits of information Marcel could give him, and the hybrid knew it was no joke indeed.

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thehollowprince · 4 years

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Klaus terrorizing them ceaselessly into subjugation aside, WHY do the Mikaelsons have such loyalty to one another? Their little vow is just pretty words. Why are they so devoted? And with inconsistent plots, their dynamics are all over the place so there's nothing solid to explain lol. And they aren't even interesting enough, not even in a dark twisted way, to garner such popularity. Klaus has literally not changed but they push him as a reformed anti hero

Y'know, I never got that either.

For the record, I never finished The Originals. I made it about halfway through season four before I rage quit because I just couldn't deal with it anymore. But even those three and a half seasons I watched (as well as the two seasons they were on The Vampire Diaries), I never got that gag-inducing "Always and Forever" bullshit.

I could understand it if they'd always stuck together, all five of them, but they didn't. Putting aside the retcon of Finn and Kol sticking around with the other three after their mother was killed, the oath that's repeated over and over only ever pertained to Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah.

The other two spent more time daggered and placed in storage than they did out and about, enjoying their lives. Poor Finn (when I actually felt bad for him) spent nine centuries locked in a box, listening to the world go on around him while his "Family Above All" siblings enjoyed their lives. They deemed him unworthy of living as he seemed fit, because he called out their hypocrisy. Same with Kol, who wanted to just leave them behind and live his life and they (particularly Klaus and Elijah) wouldn't allow it, daggering him every time he "acted out".

Hell, even the Rebekah and Elijah ended up on ice whenever Klaus was "disappointed" in them.

This family spends most of it's time at each others throats, until someone wronged by one of them in the past (usually Klaus) and then suddenly they're all on the same side again. That was the whole plot of season three, the Mikaelson family hating each other until the Trinity shows up and suddenly they're all buddy-buddy again. It never made any sense to me.

But that was just the big overarching problem in this entire franchise, that blood relations matter more than anything else. In a series of shows that constantly tries to push the idea that family matters most, they always ignore the found families that are built through the trauma that is inflicted upon them, usually by the Mikaelsons or the Salvatores. On TVD, this would be the Mystic Falls Gang (minus Stefan and Damon) while on TO it would be Team New Orleans (Marcel, Davina, Cami, Vincent, Josh). These characters all built a family that actually cared about them and their wellbeing, not out of a sense of paranoia and obligation, and its constantly overshadowed by any two characters that happen to share blood.

The biggest problem with that was Elijah, who constantly tried to pass off Klaus as redeemable, when anyone with half a brain cell knew otherwise. How many times did Elijah help dagger his siblings to appease the highly dysfunctional, borderline incestuous, codependent relationship he had with Klaus? How many times did he he force his siblings to stand by someone who threatened their lives and essentially tortured them (both physically and mentally) whenever they "displeased" him?

This universe is better without any Mikaelsons in it, so all we have left is Rebekah (for now), Kol and Hope.

Fingers crossed.

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honeysalvatore · 7 years

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His Queen//Klaus Mikaelson.

Thank you so much anon for requesting!

Heeey 💕 Can I request a Klaus one shot? Where he and the reader got married when they were human, and the reader become and original too… but a couple of centuries later she died making Klaus to lose control and becoming the evil King we know… but under strangers circumstances she is back to life in New Orleans in actual times, with Hope and Hayley, and they get together after all this time and she can help her family in all the troubles… Very fluff and cute Please and Thank u!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Warnings: mentions of death but it gets really fluffy, I promise!

I haven’t started season two yet so I’m really sorry that I changed your request a bit and please forgive any grammar mistakes, I’m still learning and I hope to improve my writing! I hope you like it anyway! <3

Plot: Niklaus Mikaelson was different back in the years, he had a bright future in front of him and wanted to live happily with his wife Y/N. But when both became Original Vampires their life changed, leading to centuries of running away from Mikael, who wanted to kill them all. When Mikael kills her with the white oak stake, Niklaus’s broken. But now an unexpected surprise brings Niklaus back to life.

Long time ago there was a prince.

He was kind, had a good soul and wanted to live a happy forever after. When he walked by, every head turned to look at him, he was charming, everyone felt attracted to him as if he was a magnet; but he only cared about one single person in the village and it was her.

She was his princess, she was his happy forever after: she had those h/c hair falling down her shoulders, those pink lips and bright red cheeks, and those eyes - oh, those e/c eyes - they could’ve melted a heart made of ice. And like in most wonderful fairytales, they got married, they were happy. They would’ve spent their days together and eventually die at an old age.

This was their happy forever after.

But not all fairytales end happily, we all know, because every fairytale has a witch. The prince’s mother was a powerful witch who wanted to protect her family from an horrible threat, werewolves. Werewolves had already killed one of her sons and she couldn’t let it happen again; she wanted her sons to be more powerful, faster… and deadly. But the prince wanted his princess to be just like him so one night, when the spell was completed, they woke up different. After that night their lives would have changed forever, because one of the advantages of being a monster was immortality.

But one day it happened to them to discover what their true nature was. Screams could be heard from the village, the news spread as soon as light:

a monster killed somebody, and it happened to be her.

“I can’t believe what I’ve just done, Niklaus!” She screamed in fear, her pink lips now covered in bright red blood, her eyes screaming with her, “I’ve killed a person! I felt the desire to bleed dry that poor woman, I felt sick happiness doing it!” Her hands were shaking and the Prince took them carefully in his.

“Y/N, love, we can get through this together.” He tried to say but she cut him off, now tears were streaming down her bloody cheeks. “I’m a murderer!” The Prince didn’t say anything but wrapped his arms around her tightly, as she sobbed loudly, still screaming in pain. Niklaus didn’t want to admit it, but his Mother created a new specie of immortal predators, blood lusting.

After that night she wasn’t the same, she was weak and didn’t want to go outside, she even threw her Solar Ring away, which allowed vampires to be exposed to solar rays. Niklaus wanted to be strong for her, but the hunger chaught him off of guard, and at his first kill, he discovered to be a werewolf.

Our fairytale was slowly shifting into an horrible story.

Everything definetely broke when Mikael - Niklaus’ father - killed his mother, leading to his departure and the scattering of the family.

The prince and the princess then decided to make a promise, a promise that would have tied them up forever, a bond that could never be broken. “Nik, I promise to be by your side until the end of the times, I promise to support you, I promise to be your wife forever.” Y/N said smiling softly, a hand lifting to reach the hybrid’s cheek. He smiled, “And I promise, Y/N, to protect you from everything that comes in our way, always. I’ll be your prince charming forever.” Then their lips crashed in a passionate kiss, both promising endless love.

After centuries of continued running away and changing place over place, they found a period of peace. They were living in a beautiful mansion surrounded by nature, far away from any sort of village so it was difficult to be found; the mansion was like a castle, it was enormous and had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers, the Mikaelsons were finally living. It was a sunny day, the wind was softly shaking the green leaves of the trees and the sound of birdsong was combined with the laughs of two young women.

«As I was saying, my dearest Y/N, I just can’t stand my brother anymore» Rebekah, the only Mikaelson daughter, sighed as she harvested a white rose from a bush, her attention now to Y/N, who was giggling. «Why would you laugh? You should have pity of me!» She pouted and shook her head. Y/N got up and walked towards her, a silly smile still on her lips. «Niklaus just wants to protect you, he would die for you, Rebekah, you’re what’s left of his family.”

“He’s so exasperating!” Rebekah said and Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Glad you noticed, dear daughter.”

Both women turned their heads in fear as they heard the familiar voice behind them, Mikael.

He was standing still, a white oak stake in one of his hands and a strange smile on his lips. Y/N spoke, trying to seem brave: “Go away or you’ll regret all this years of persecution!” Mikael laughed, playing with the stake, making the two girls back up. “Mh, you don’t seem in the position to tell me what to do, am I right?” He made some steps towards them and they eventually backed up.

Rebekah looked at him, disgusted.

“How did you find us?” She asked, her eyes getting watery. Her father sighed looking around him. “This place is so gorgeous yet so isolated, I didn’t expect to find you in a village full of people.” It was true, they made a mistake living far away from every village, because Mikael was clever and determinated to kill every member of his cursed family.

Rebekah looked at his father which tightened his grip on the stake but as he tried to vamp-speed towards Rebekah, Y/N jumped at him and he fell down, the white oak stake now on the grass. The H/C-haired girl tried to snap Mikael’s neck but failed so he threw her away against a pile of wood. The blonde girl tried to reach for the stake but Mikael was faster so he was going to stab Rebekah to death.

“Rebekah, NO!”

It all happened in a few seconds but yet they seemed years: Y/N was in front of Rebekah, eyes wide open, the white oak stake was now in Y/N’s chest; She screamed in pain as her whole body started to burn, Rebekah covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks… Mikael had already disappeared. When Y/N’s body fell on the ground Rebekah screamed, her knees collapsing on the ground as she saw her carbonized best friend’s body. “Y/N, please…” She sobbed but another scream made her stop, it was Niklaus’.

He vamp-speeded beside her body, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This can’t be her, where is she Rebekah?!” But Rebekah didn’t say anything, she just cried silently and that’s when Niklaus understood that it was her. “No, love…” He whispered, “Please don’t leave me.” But Y/N couldn’t answer him, so he hugged her body, rocking back and forth.

“You can’t be dead.” He continued to cry out, “Come back to me, darling.”

“She’s gone, Nik.” His sister touched his shoulder but he avoided her touch, yelling at her: “SHE’S NOT GONE!” He vamp-speeded into the mansion, breaking everything he found on his way, screaming in pain, her smiling face appearing into his mind, hurting his chest, not letting him breathe.

From that moment Niklaus Mikaelson changed, he wanted to let others feel his pain and he became what we know him for nowadays, the terrible original hybrid that everybody feared, he became a monster.

New Orleans, today.

Struggling with a group of witches isn’t easy, not now that a woman’s pregnant with his child; Klaus doesn’t even know how to feel.

Happiness and love are emotions that he didn’t feel in years, and when we talk about a vampire, years can be a lot of time. Today is the day she died, he didn’t forget the date, it was stuck in his mind, it didn’t let him go. The memories of her still waking him up at night, making him weak; he lost Y/N many centuries ago but it always felt like yesterday. How could he forget her?

How could he forget her small figure approaching him and her soft cheeks that he loved to touch, or her lips that he loved to kiss. She was the most wonderful person to him, she was clever, beautiful. She was the world to him.

Niklaus takes another sip of his drink, his eyes focusing on the roaring fire in front of him, his thoughts making his vision go blurry. He blinks away the tears as he hears footsteps from behind him, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Brother.” Niklaus greets, swallowing the liquid and putting the glass on the table. Elijah doesn’t answer, he seems confused and shocked. “She’s not here anymore...” He begins, gulping. “The coffin is empty.”

Klaus’ blue eyes widen: “What are you talking about, Elijah?”

“Come with me.” The brother answers and the two of them go where Klaus keeps the family coffins. It was true, Y/N’s coffin was open but her body wasn’t there. “If Marcel took her I swear to God-” Klaus says but it’s cut off by Rebekah’s voice: “It wasn’t him, Nik.”

The hybrid shakes his head in amusement mixed with anger, clenghing his jaw. “The witches!” Rebekah exclaims and Elijah nods. “We have to find out now or I’m going to kill all of them.” Niklaus claims as his brothers follow him outside.

“How dare they take away Y/N.” He mutters fearing of what they could’ve done to her precious body. Hayley follows the three brothers walking away rapidly but then a voice make them freeze: “Niklaus?”

Niklaus slowly turn his head and he stands still, incapable of doing anything: he doesn’t think, he doesn’t breathe he just watches in surprise the woman a few meters in front of him. “Y/N, oh my God...” Rebekah whispers but Niklaus doesn’t make a move he just says in a very cold way: “Who are you and how did you possess her body?” But the woman doesn’t understand and makes a few steps towards him, he shouts: “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“DO WHAT NIKLAUS, DON’T YOU SEE I’M HERE?” She shouts back with tears in her eyes, she’s maybe the most confused of all. “I’m here, Nik.” She says again but this time her voice is soft and gentle. Niklaus shakes his head, his eyes watery and his hands shaking. He felt happiness for the first time in centuries. It doesn’t take long for her to run to him and for him to finally take her in his arms, hugging her as tight as possible, not letting her go, not anymore.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, her small hands grasping his dirty blonde hair, both crying happily. “I was so lonely without you.” She sobbed, still smiling. “I can’t believe you’re actually here, love. Your absence has killed me every day.” Niklaus cups her cheeks with his hands, both looking into each other’s eyes after that amount of time. “I promised you that I would be your wife forever, I’ll never leave your side anymore, Nik.”

Niklaus smiles, he’s happy, he feels like he never felt in years.

He’s finally alive.

Klaus kisses her once, then twice, then as many times as possible, fearing that everything is a dream and that tomorrow he’ll wake up as always, without Y/N by his side. But the next day he wakes up beside her, her beautiful sleeping face making him smile.

“Goodmorning, Nik.” She whispers softly as she opens her beautiful E/C eyes.

Niklaus has already dressed up so he turns round to watch her sit on the bed, yawning as she gazes at him. “I can’t stop but smile.” She chuckles, using the white blanket as a dress, approaching to him. The hybrid grins and Y/N takes his hands and looks deep in his eyes. “Am I still your princess?”

He laughs, kissing her knuckles.

“I’m a King now, darling, I need a Queen to reign this kingdom.”

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The Mikaelson family 😒. Spoiled Anglo Saxons who have committed countless atrocities but nobody dare hold a grudge or face their self righteous wrath. They literally owned a plantation and treat Marcel (black characters in general) horribly but I'm supposed to? They slaughter and pillage, exploit and manipulate but only their enemies are wrong for the same thing. The Originals aren't even compelling enough to warrant a spinoff, they were unkillable so where's the suspense?

Mikaelson family really was some borderline incestuous, extremely toxic shit. The way Klaus meddled in Rebekah's love life and was especially controlling of her. Throw the whole family away, tbh. They never learn or grow. They act like spoiled brats. Were the Mikaelsons black or brown, they'd have perished much much earlier. Davina was right calling Elijah no better than his siblings. Freya? She was the same. Being shitty runs in the family, I suppose.

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When I first heard back in the day that they were going to do a spinoff show just about the Originals, I remember asking myself, "How?"

By that point in time, the family was whittled down to three remaining memebers. Mikael and Esther were both dead, as was Henrik, Finn and then most recently, Kol. Of course, by that time as well, the eighth sibling that "died of the plague" was assumed dead as well, long before we knew about Freya. A family of nine was now just three and we're supposed to base an entire show around that, especially when those three can't even stand one another?

Of course, then I watched the backdoor pilot and was even more confused. We were really going with the "Twilight" plot of Klaus' one-night-stand getting pregnant with a magical, miracle baby? And to have that baby mama be Hayley after what she had done to Tyler? But I stuck around because I was intrigued by this character Marcel and the politics of the witches in New Orleans. By that point in time we hadn't seen any semblance of a witch community so it was an interesting concept.

But then as the show kept going on and on, retconning everything we learned about them on TVD, I was getting more and more aggravated.

Stefan and Damon hadn't even heard of the Originals but somehow they very publically "founded" and ran New Orleans for over two hundred years?

And Michael never heard of them until the 20th century?

Elijah talks about Klaus burying his family at sea, only to be revealed to be the one who most often helped dagger his siblings?

Plus, how do you maintain a show with three potentially unkillable leads? Aside from the White Oak Stake, which was out of play for over half the season, there is no way to kill these characters, meaning there are no real stakes involved. I was much more invested in Marcel and Davina and the witch community, and the werewolves when they came along.

That was probably the biggest missed opportunity of the show. Plec and Narducci went on and on about how the theme of this show was Family, but what they meant to say was "blood family". If you weren't related to the Mikaelsons by blood, you were worthless. I mean, take Marcel. Here's a guy who came from nothing, was rescued and raised by Klaus (insert white savoir trope here) and became the leader of the entire vampire community of the city. Less than a century after Klaus and his family were run out of town, he managed to rebuild and lead his community, only for Klaus to stomp back in like an overgrown child and demand that Marcel give back the toys he threw away? Klaus ran, tail tucked between his legs, from New Orleans and never looked back but then has the audacity to be pissed off that Marcel did what he couldn't?

And that's not even getting into Elijah's two-faced hypocrisy, acting the nobleman while being more savage than any of his siblings. Remember when he mocked Lucien and Tristan and Aurora for the pain that he put them through? When he killed Marcel on the off chance he might become a threat, thus leading to the actual threat? When he murdered four teenage girls to restart the Harvest because it was beneficial to his family at that time? Good times, right?

And let's just, for a second, rewind to the issue of Marcel. Here was a character that was supposedly "part of the family", which we know was bullshit from the beginning because he wasn't called Marcel Mikaelson, no, he was Marcel Gerard. They treated him more like a pet than a member of their family and I shouldn't have to go into how gross that is, given the racial issues, especially in the South. And then we had the whole prophecy of the Beast. The moment that Elijah thought he might be a potential threat to this "family" that is more often at each other's throats than getting along, he murdered someone who was supposed to be "like a son" to Klaus. Who he, himself, purportedly loved as family. Like I said, if you weren't a blood relative, you were nothing. Even Hayley was only tolerated because she was the oven in which their Bun cooked.

Side Note: as much as I hated what Elijah did to Marcel, that whole scene leading up to it was my favorite in the entire history of the show. Since season three of TVD, so for five years, across two shows, I was waiting for someone to call the Mikaelsons out on their bullshif and I was so glad that it was Marcel. After everything that family put him through, he deserved to yell at them, to call out their "Always and Forever" crap for the all-purpose excuse they used it as.

But it wasn't just Marcel, Hayley was treated horribly, despite the fact that she was the mother to "their salvation". The fandom in particular treated her horribly, which in turn led the narrative to treat her horribly to appease the fandom, and on and on the cycle went. I had my issues with Hayley, no doubt, but her and Jackson worked really well together, and they both cared about the werewolves so it was a nice storyline. But then Klaus had them all cursed because how dare they try to take away his (not their, HIS) daughter from him to keep her safe from Dahlia. How dare she!

The problem with this show was that we had more than just the Mikaelson Family. We had an excellent found family in Marcel and Davina, and then Josh and Cami and even Vincent. It was right there, but never acknowledged and that is infuriating.

Speaking of Davina, let's get into their treatment of her. The Mikaelsons were notorious for how they treated Davina, as a tool to be used and then tossed aside when no longer useful. The number of times that Klaus attacked this poor girl is outrageous. And for her to die the way she did, sacrificed so that the Mikaelsons could use her to stop an enemy that they created was just disgusting. Especially come the next season when they continued to act like what they had done was totally okay but never actually apologized for it. The words "I'm sorry" never left Elijah's or Freya'a lips.

That was the most astounding thing to me, that they Mikaelsons continuously treated people like literal trash and then were the pikachu meme whenever they turned against them. They constantly played the victim card to their own victims and that is increasingly disturbing, especially given how many people ate that shit up.

And we had, as you said, Klaus' continuous interference into Rebekah's love life, which came off way more as jealousy than brotherly concern (combined with his weird abandonment issues). But that's okay, he got to live out that incestuous fantasy with Aurora, who was so thinly veiled to be another version of Rebekah that it's not even funny.

At the end of the day, I think that's why I loved the Trinity so much. Lucien, Aurora and Tristan were the versions of Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah that I never got. They were the versions of those three that got to be unapologetically villains without the sib story.

I gotta say, though, it was THE ORIGINALS, that finally got me to swear off of The CW. None of the shows I've ever watched on that network were good, especially looking back on them and realizing how fucked up they really were.

#you've got mail #apparantly i'm not over the mikaelsons and their bullshit #anti mikaelsons #anti mikaelson family #anti klaus mikaelson #anti elijah mikaelson #anti freya mikaelson #marcel gerard #davina claire #hayley marshall #anti the originals #anti the cw

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