#oh the fear the drama the tragedy of being a child of the big three

[ofswordsandpens]

im rereading the lightning thief and I forgot that the other campers were so freaked by Percy after he had been claimed + decimated those Ares kids that they wouldn't train with him anymore and he had to have solo sword lessons with Luke

#oh the fear the drama the tragedy of being a child of the big three #(I love it) #also not to think from the point of view of a villian #but Luke bestie baby this was prime manipulation time to try and convince percy to willingly side with kronos #and sew more seeds of doubt in percy's head #(I mean Luke clearly wanted him dead so that he would be the specialist boy) #but in a different world I guess where Luke was a little smarter as a villain #its interesting to think about

[malereader-inserts]

Leave Me Be (But Don’t)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/ The Original Pairing: The Mikaelsons x Brother!Reader Summary: Affection is a key role to function as a human being, it appears that also helps with vampires and a witch Word Count: 2142 Request: “In case I forget my own request (lol), I would like to request a very VERY affectionate Mikaelson!reader (like hugs and kisses to everyone in the morning) wake up not feeling like everyday so the family has to cheer up him up (or they do the same thing like the reader lol, whatever suit you). “ A/n: It got out of hand because I was trying to decide which idea fit better, so here’s some backstory to the request.

What the Mikaelsons loved about you was that you were somewhat loved by everyone else.

What the Mikaelsons hated about you was that you were everything everyone loved.

You were the youngest of the siblings, the one that had no tendency to kill unless necessary, the one that was full of sunshine smiles and childlike wonders in your eyes. The brother who was trying to live life without enemies. The Mikaelson who, despite seeing so many tragedies, hold wonder in his mind and carries happiness.

Your siblings knew what you were capable of, you had the anger of your father and the cunning of your mother. Killings wasn’t your first rodeo and revenge were always sweeter with you. You were, after all, a Mikaelson.

You were mainly the reason why your siblings got over their petty fights, you were the voice of reason. You were always on the fence between Elijah’s and Klaus’ bitter spats, helping in both sides of the argument and always stepping back to let them sort it out. You never picked a fight, you never had the reason to fight.

When you were in Mystic Falls, it was clear that many of the beloved “Protect Elena” group loved you. How you were calmed and friendly, something they never expected from the dreaded Original family. 

“How do you cope with your family?” Caroline asked, looking up from her notebook, to see you leaning back into the booth.

“It’s not hard,” You responded, your arms cross over your chest, “You remind them that they are loved.”

You and your siblings were deprived of love, sometimes your siblings forget who they are. It was an emotional day when you find out if your siblings ever switched their humanity off, you were always the one to bring them back. You were their anchor, so you prevent your siblings from going off the railing you do everything to give the love and affection they needed.

Most morning, depending what family member was around that time (since Klaus has the sport of daggering siblings) you would often greet them with your charming smile, a hug and sometimes a light kiss on the cheek.

When you notice Klaus painting his stress away, you would often put light music and make him a hot brew of tea, he is always surprised when you try to take care of him. You always respond with, “Well, you’re my brother.”

“Half-brother.”

“A brother, nevertheless.”

You would grin at him, the hybrid’s heart would swell three times bigger, as you pat him on his cheek cheekily before leaving him be. You often the one to calm Rebekah down, especially when she is having a meltdown. You would let her rant to you as you braid her hair.

“This is why you’re my favourite brother,” Rebekah would conclude, you never point out how she continuously finishes her rant with that statement.

“Oh?”

“You care too much.”

“You care too little.”

Rebekah would hug you afterwards, feeling so much better. She would hold you tight but you held on tighter. Kol was harder to be affectionate towards to, whilst Klaus had a soft spot for your actions, Kol never reacted in an emotional way. That was until he found his head on your lap as you were reading, you running your hands through his hair.

Kol would stare up at you, not a thought wasting how much he adored his little brother - unafraid to be you. You unphased with his staring as you started to read out loud your book, Kol finally felt at peace - that was enough for him.

Freya was easy to lose in her sense of bitterness against her mother, but you were always there to bring her back. To feel wanted and cared for, how you would throw your arm over her shoulder and pull her close. To playfully stick your tongue out and tease her in front of potential lovers.

Elijah was very big on your affectionate personality, how you would grasp his shoulder and squeeze it before leaving. How you would give him a high five, because it amuses you how out of character it is for your elder brother to do so - he still does it. 

Sometimes they forget affection goes beyond physical contact, you would express your love verbally in discreet phrases. You would never miss the opportunity to tell them how proud you are to be their brother, or express how impressiveness in their intelligence or skill. 

You would express your care when you do things when they never asked, not because you felt obliged to but because of you never in the troubles of drama, you had way more free time than you wanted.

They were so used to your affectionate personality, they almost forgot to do it back. You never the one to feel unloved, but sometimes it would be nice to hear words of love, to be the one to be hugged and tease. To feel like if you were to disappear you would be missed.

The family was slow to make repair of their mistake.

The morning was the norm, how you would happily greet everyone with a smile that could blind anyone. Giving them a good squeeze before allowing them to go do their business, it calmed them down before the drama ahead. 

You didn’t expect to be dragged with your siblings to find the witch behind the misery of your family. A witch with a revenge plan.

“It’s always fun to keep the Mikaelsons on their toes,” She stood in front of you and your family with a menacing gleam.

You shove your hands in your bomber jacket, standing straight but with no intention to attack unless she starts. 

“And it’s always fun to see what each of you fear.”

You knew right away that you were probably in your mind, yet everything was white. You stand around looking confused until you see the witch in front of you with a soft smile standing in front of you, with no intent to harm.

“I always liked you,” She started, “(Y/n) Mikaelson, the righteous brother, you have a lot of fear in you.”

“Thanks,”

“You’re afraid of your family hating you, why? Well, I can see that you know what you’re capable of. I can see how you’re scared of your own hands, the damage you could do and yet you’re scared that they’ll finally see how truly disgusting you could get.”

“There are no good vampires,”

“I can see in your mind that even if they blame you, hate you, throw you away you would do anything for them. I don’t understand, scared of being unloved?”

“Scared of losing family.”

“You care too much,” She noted.

“I care enough, that’s all they need.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“That’s exactly the question, what of you? Are you the brother that will always play the happy boy or will you just become like them?” You stare at her, blinking slowly, “You have a hurricane behind you, a storm at your tips and fire in your breath. Your heart is made out of lightning and your mind is a tsunami - you’re a walking disaster waiting to be felt. When will you tell them the massacre you did in 1927? Will you break it to them that you saw your father and you almost killed him? Or how innocent people lost their lives because of your thirst?”

“I tried,” You whispered, “I’m better than that.”

“The murders? The merciless killings? How you went off the radar, how can you have the look of a pleading child washed away?” She taunted, “Are you that scared you will lose your family despite them doing much worst?”

You stare at the ground before your eyes flicker up to her, “I’ve made mistakes.”

“Lives have been lost, how can they possibly love a monster?”

Gasping awake, you found yourself in bed. You seemed confused for a moment because you were sure you passed out in the courtyard of the Mikaelson Compound. Rolling out of bed, you noticed that your jacket was off you, leaving you with your shirt that was roughened in your sleep. 

Staring at the mirror, you remember the encounter. You knew that you were worth something in the family, it’s just that you were upset. You tried blocking the worst out of your head yet it truly defines who you are.

Moving, more like stumbling, to the kitchen you see your family in deep conversation. As you enter the room, they expected your cheerful smile and a happy morning greeting. Their lips curved upwards at the sight of you, but when you blinked slowly and tiredly, your hair flying in every direction, they immediately noticed a problem. 

“Morning sleepyhead,” Rebekah commented, hopefully getting small laughter from you.

“Hmh,” You responded, sitting on the seat and leaning your head on the table.

They frowned, it seemed like you weren’t yourself. Klaus instantly regretting in bring you along to their showdown. He and the rest of the family were okay, the witch never exploited their fears and-

“Oh,” Elijah realised, soon after the rest of the siblings did. Slowly making his way to you, he runs his hand through your hair, “What did that witch do to you, little lion?”

“It’s nothing,” You huffed, lifting your head up as you leaned your chin on your resting arm, “Nothing that should be worried over.”

“But, it’s you,” Klaus explains, not so softly as Elijah, “You’re our little one, and anything that bothers you affects us.”

“Because you don’t deserve to be unhappy,” Kol piped up, he sends you thumbs up. 

You looked down before sighing, “I’m good.”

“No, you’re not,” Freya concluded, wrapping her arms around your middle as she leans her head on your shoulder, chest to back, “Don’t believe what that witch did to you.”

“She’ll pay, I promise,” Klaus reassured.

You hummed, tilting your head at your sister that was practically lying on you. A moment passed as they figured you weren’t going to talk. Another moment passed as they understood.

They barely passed the morning, but without your morning affection of a bright smile, hugs and kisses, and harmless teased, they seem lost. Stripped of your loving touches, they realise that they had become so dependent on you that they forgot to show how much you meant to them.

Whilst they were able to put up a fight with the witch, you couldn’t because somewhere along the way, no matter you try to convince yourself, you lost your self-worth. Your mind was weak, easy to manipulate. And for once, they had a rational solution.

“Family day?” Freya suggested, it was soft and she could feel you loosen up.

“I’ll grab the movies,” Kol announced, “(Y/n) gets the first choice!”

“I’ll grab the pillows and blankets, I know you love your comfort,” Rebekah teased, ruffling your hair before following Kol out the room.

“Guess that makes me in charge of the snacks,” Klaus concluded, “What do you want? There’s nothing in the house.”

“Like always,” You joked, feeling brighten up as a small smile started to appear.

Klaus had a playful shine to his eyes, shaking his head before kissing your forehead and leaving the compound to retrieve the goodies. Freya latches herself off you, peppering you with kisses as she smushes your face between her hands.

“I’d like to think you were the cutest baby out of all us.”

“No doubt about that.” Elijah agreed, if you could, you would be blushing shades of red.

“I’ll help the others set up the other room,” Freya nodded, leaving the eldest and youngest brother alone in the kitchen.

You sighed, “Gonna give me a lecture?”

“No,” Elijah responded, pulling you into a hug, “Forgive us for not tending to your needs, you do so much for us that we forget to be thankful.”

“It’s okay, ‘lijah,” You hug him back, but this time he was holding you tight, “I know you don’t mean to.”

Elijah pulled back, wondering how he was fortunate to have a brother that was so loving, so caring and yet so understanding. A brother, a Mikaelson, that respected each other. You held no bad blood as he sees a familiar smile.

In your siblings' eyes, you never really grew up. You were still that little eight-year-old Viking, with a wooden sword. You were still that ten years old, tugging on your siblings when you got a nightmare. Yes, you may be older now, wise and no less than a fool - you will always be their baby brother.

“We’re proud of you, more than you realise.”

Yes, they recognise that to keep themselves happy was to make sure you were happy.

With that, it seems like the sun started to peak out the clouds.

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