The Battle Of New Orleans
The Pit,
As Marcel was railing his army with his speech a sound was heard from behind but because of the cheering and everything everyone failed to notice the sound that would change everything.
"Who's with me?"
Marcel asked, taking his glass forward to everyone when the door flew open and everyone looked at the new guest. No one felt her presence as they dispersed to fight even marcellus but that was the baddest thing he ever did because the person was watching him the whole time.
The person was a female who signed when she saw Marcel taunting Klaus to come after him before vamping away. She knew that if she stayed hidden again and let everything unfold again then it would end drastically so she took the needed actions first to prevent the situation from getting worse.
She felt really angry, she wanted Klaus to not play with his older son and then punish him for disobeying him. She knew Klaus was being a little cruel to his son by being a little too lenient to him. The guilt of seeing Marcel who is still wearing the glamor after abandoning him is hard for Klaus. But he is hiding that in his mask.
Marcel ran away from Klaus and she knew this was the moment for her to show Klaus what he should do with Marcel who thinks it is nice to continue to disrespect his father, his biological father. Marcel was standing in the middle of the alleyway waiting for Klaus when he sensed the presence of one person who could end every revenge he wanted to inflict on Klaus.
Evelendria Samuel Mikaelson was standing behind her son who looked at her shocked, seeing his loving mother was a little too much for Marcel that he didn't sense Klaus standing behind him looking at his wife with guilt. He should have informed her that their boy was alive but seeing how he was so full of himself told Klaus that meeting his mother will not get a nice reaction from him and painfully it was right.
"You came after a long time, Evelendria Samuel Mikaelson " Marcel spoke with venom looking at his mother who looked at him shocked. Well that was not something she thought he would say after meeting her.
"You are a wretched mother for abandoning me you know" Marcel spoke not knowing what he was saying he absolutely hated his mother for leaving him. She was the first person he was searching for but knowing that she left him was something he could not accept. Seeing her made him really sad.
"You forget about your son because you were a little s*t who wanted only a rich husband not me I should have known everything was a lie" Marcel spoke before he could control he found himself regretting it at the last second. A tear went down the cheek of the most precious woman in his life who didn't look at him with disgust or offense but with guilt.
Klaus lost it, the single bit of patience he had and did something he regretted not doing the first time he met his son. Marcel felt himself flipped into his side and bent with an arm holding his hip, then he felt a hand crashing into his butt.
Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack
Marcel felt pain as his dad, yes the great Nicklaus Mikaelson was spanking him without holding back. He felt himself wincing as the pain spread all over his bum. After the smacks he was then pushed up to face his father's hybrid eyes, dark veins bulging with anger looked at him with so much anger and disappointment made him a little unhappy.
"You little boy is in so much trouble and we are going to your mother's home, you will go and find your mother's hair brush and wait for me. You hear me?" Klaus spoke in his deep voice calmly looking at the pale face of Marcel who looked so scared at him. Marcel that second knew he was in deep trouble and he actually called the papa hybrid before he could end Nicklaus Mikaelson. Papa Hybrid was the name given by Kol after he became a father, a really great father and brother, that form was the form all the originals feared.
"Now" Klaus shouted, smacking him one more time when he saw Marcel too deep in shock. Marcel winced before rushing off
"Baby…" Eve started but Marcel had already rushed off. Klaus looked at his wife who was glaring at him but tears were still running down her cheeks.
"Are you alright, love?" Klaus asked, looking at Eve who just nodded at him too deep in her emotions. Klaus raised an eyebrow at her indicating he was not believing her.
" you know how much I love him right, i was going to jump into the fire but you knocked me down, i should have went back but I was afraid, he called me that because he missed me, Klaus i am such a bad mother, maybe he is right i should have never became his mother" Eve said crying she felt so sad and guilty to make her child suffer she was fighting depression of losing him that she had no strength to come to the place she left him to die.
"You know very well than anyone that you are the best mother Marcel can have, you know that I am the reason why you were not able to go save him, you know I was the one who forced you to move to Italy, you know I was the one who should have ended my father once and for all, you know I should have given him the smacking of his life when he called Nicklaus Mikaelson and klaus" Klaus said looking at her with tears, Klaus knew it was not right for him to shut himself off like that but that brat was his son the one who looked exactly like him. The worse glamor he had put on was making everyone believe that he was his adopted father. But Klaus knew he was going to change everything.
"It has been some minutes let's go to our home, the home no one knows but you, me and him" Klaus said grabbing her hand and he shaked his head no when Eve tried to save Marcel from his so deserved smacking. Klaus knew if he had called him anything he would have forgiven him but he knew Marcel knew very well that his mother was off limits. Klaus was going to ensure he knew that after he gave him his rewards for disrespecting his mother.
"Klaus saw the home empty when he arrived, he felt anger rushing into his veins" oh boy was Marcel going to feel his disappointment. He sure will after he pulled this stunt. Klaus went inside and made Eve sit in the single sofa chair while she protested. Eve knew better than anyone that her husband was making her watch how he was going to punish her adult son. Eve was against it because she knew it was going to be too humiliating for his son to find out that his mother was going to witness his punishment.
Klaus just pushed her into the chair and Eve just sat knowing very well than anyone that she could know how far her husband goes. After all, she was going to kill his husband if he abused her baby.
Klaus was furious when he found out that Eve's hair brush, wooden spoons, his leather belt and his ruler were missing. The only belt he had was the one he was wearing and the next thing was a cane. He wanted to cane his son but he knew he just wanted to use the hairbrush on his son's tush.
Klaus left the home while Eve watched everything unhappily, Marcel may have hid the spoons, hairbrush and everything but he forgot that his father always kept spares. She was so happy that he forgot that little factor and she was not going to remind him too.
Marcel was standing out of the border of New Orleans he knew his mother would forgive him, he also knew Klaus was doing all this just to show his oh so great mask of a great father. He was going to leave the place and went back to hiding and will visit his mother for her forgiveness. He was not going to let Klaus punish because he was an adult and Klaus had no right to punish him. Marcel is in belief that Klaus forgot the ritual his mother had to do to save him that turned him into Nicklaus Mikaelson's real son.
Marcel turned to find the man he would very much not see stand in front of him with a new hairbrush in his hand. His mother's hair brush was always small and thin, Marcel knew that she brought the weakest and smallest one to lessen the punishment of her son's. He always knew that his mother loved his aunt's hairbrush the thick ones but she has always lied to him that she hates those and loved the thin ones.
"Leaving the border will not save you from me, my son" Klaus said looking at Marcel who looked at him with anger.
"I am not your son" he spoke scornfully. The next second he found Klaus near his neck, Marcel knew he was going to die until he saw Klaus crushing the pendent that kept his glamor, a gift from his mother. The glamor was gone and in the place stood a fair young adult who looked a lot like Klaus with large shocked green eyes and wavy blonde hair.
"What!" Marcel whispered but he was just grabbed by Klaus, the next thing he knew he felt himself stand in the living room with his mother sitting who looked at him shocked. But before he could do anything he found his jeans and underwear on the floor with his belt. Marcel wanted to maintain his dignity but Klaus was quick; he had already bent him into his lap.
Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack
Klaus was not holding back while Marcel was crying his butt was turning into red. Marcel felt really pained as he felt his dad not even slowing down a second. Klaus never lectured in between his punishment but he will start only if the punishment is so close to end.
Marcel felt himself turning trying to escape from the pain but Klaus was a little too strong for Marcel to escape from. Then for a split second he found out that Klaus stopped smacking him but he regretted that he stopped. Because he got the swats from the hairbrush now.
Eve was slowly losing her control on how to keep calm and not to rip her child from Klaus' hand. She knew that not only Marcel deserved it but Klaus also had to lay it down for Marcel. He needed his papa as much as the papa needed his baby boy. Marcel missed them a little too much and punishing was a step he needed to know existed.
Klaus felt something break inside him after 100 years, his son was sobbing in his lap into his leg while he was laying the hair brush down. He knew very well that he needed this, he needed to lay down that he is not his best friend or mate or a follower or any other vampire, he was his father and he had to show the respect and acknowledgment that the man he was lying on is his father.
Marcel wanted to end this, he wanted his papa to stop smacking him, he knew this was what he deserved. If he had done this before the incident his papa would have whooped him without mercy, then again he will never have the guts to say that word into his mother's face.
"Marcellus Nicklaus Mikaelson, why are you over my lap?" Klaus spoke sternly, stopping his smacking.
"I…. Disrespected mommy and then called her a bad word" Marcel spoke softly.
"What did you do when you saw me for the first time?" Klaus asked, looking at his son. Marcel refused to answer that, the reality is Marcel is a daddy's boy and he will never admit it though.
Klaus laid five scorching swats sadly and Marcel felt himself crying again. He now knew to answer him and that Klaus was not going to play the game.
"I disrespected you and then berated you, tried to kill and make you run out of the town, I was so close to success but mom came to save you" Marcel knew it was not a good idea to say the last words but he wanted to. Klaus felt a small smile gracing his lips, his boy was sulking because well he still believed he could defeat Klaus, the only problem was Marcel was going to have a rude awakening, no one fought against Klaus lived but alas his baby boy was going to live but with a very well punished sore bottom. Klaus started to smack Marcel now with his hand, he had already abandoned the hairbrush which was burnt by his wife at that second so he could not use it again.
"Well little one did I hear a little bit of attitude in that, you know very well than anyone that no one went against me and survived but you are going to but after i heat this little tush of yours up and now answer the question just the way you should do marcellus" Klaus spoke while smacking Marcel on his sitspot.
Marcel was now kicking sobbing hard and went limp after his sitspots became the same amber color like his little tush. He stopped to give him one more chance.
" i…. Disrespected…daddy and then berated him… tried to…kill and rude" Marcel spoke weakly feeling really sore to say full words. Klaus knew that Marcel was at his lowest when he heard daddy instead of papa.
"Just ten more baby boys" Klaus spoke softly, breaking a little when he saw how Marcel was shaking his head in fear. Klaus had to keep his words. He made the ten swats fast but hard on his son's thighs. Marcel sobbed and went completely submissive. He was not going to ever fight against his father or anyone because it was not worth it.
Klaus rubbed his hand over his son's bum to feel the heat radiating from them. He knew it was too painful for Marcel but he did something he shouldn't but now it is forgiven and forgotten. Marcel felt a hand on his armpit and felt how his papa lifted him onto his arms easily. He felt how the hand that inflicted him the pain was now rubbing gently to ease the pain. His daddy's hand was cold so that was good. Marcel just buried his head into his father's shoulders not caring how he was half naked. Eve felt a little satisfied to see how Marcel was snuggling into Klaus and how Klaus was bouncing the adult Marcel softly rubbing his bum gently like he did when he was younger.
She gently left the place not wanting to break the moment that she knew she was going to see for a long time from now. Marcel now has his daddy who was going to protect him and punish him. His daddy has always been the man who protected him from everyone and he feared his daddy more than he feared anyone too.
"It hurts" a small voice whispered and Klaus smiled a little, knowing very well that some habits are too hard to erase. Marcel always complained to his daddy about how unfair he was or how someone punished him hard especially Elijah, he always rubbed more and ruffled his hair. That was exactly what he did.
"You have been too naughty baby boy, disrespecting me and your mother is not a good thing for good boys like you, daddy will not let his boy go when he does something too naughty for him" Klaus spoke softly smiling a little widely when Marcel straighten up in his arms and glared when he said naughty.
"I am an adult you know" Marcel spoke looking at Klaus just the way someone looks at Klaus. Klaus felt his smile getting a little bigger. Some ways get rubbed, marcel has all the behaviors of a Mikaelson to not be one.
"Well looks like the red bottom of his is not sore enough to know that he will always be a kid in the Mikaelson family or do we need to tell him that he was technically in the arms of his dad half naked" the voice was deep and soothing the same voice Marcel always hated. Well he loved actually but hated now.
Marcel just tucked his head back into his father's shoulders not at all caring about Elijah, Elijah smiled wolfishly, something never changed is it. Marcel always hated when he was discussed among his uncles mostly Kol and Elijah. They both always come inside and check whether they are okay even if the one in the arms is naked. That was just the horrors of being a boy among the males of Mikaelsons.
"It is rude to not greet your uncle, Marcy" a teasing yet loving voice came over. Marcel never whipped his head back this fast. Kol was a man both the little Marcel and big Marcel missed a lot. Wait, he still hated them. The realization made Marcel glare at them though. Eve came there with PJ's in hand. Klaus nodded before rushing off and came back within seconds with a dressed Marcel who pouted.
Marcel then was taken forcefully by the Mikaelson family to the mansion they built without the knowledge of Marcel. Marcel loved the new mansion knowing very well that this home was actually done the way he dreamed. Marcel was a child who loved to design homes for the Mikaelson family. He was a very good architect and the Mikaelsons always made sure to make a home that he always wanted. Being the first Baby of the Mikaelson family makes you a little special.
Marcel sulked as he watched how his father and uncle Elijah were discussing strategies while he sat on the couch. He watched how they just ignored his presence, coming back to Mikaelson family means that the New Orleans was back in the Mikaelson family and that Marcel Gerard gave the power to them and then became the prince.
"Is our baby nephew pouting a little!" a woman spoke, basically making everyone look in their direction, being the center of attraction was not Marcel's thing.
"Sorry to disappoint but I am never pout" Marcel spoke before looking at Rebekah with a glare that could turn her into dust. Rebekah just smiled watching at him with amusement, technically Elijah, Rebekah and Kol always knew he would come back into their nest as he was after all a hatchling of the Mikaelson family.
"Marcel, do you want to paint with papa?" Klaus asked looking at Marcel, knowing very well that Elijah was so close to give Marcel a timeout for manners. Elijah always loved Marcel but he was strict with manners, always wanting Marcel to respect the elders.
"Not in a mood" Marcel answered short but rudely, not even giving him a glance as his eyes went back to the book he was reading. Klaus signed knowing well that this was not going to end, Marcel felt his book taken away from his hand, he was so close to shouting at the person until he came eye to eye with Elijah Mikaelson. Everyone claims that Klaus was the most fearsome in Mikaelson but Marcel knew he had to tend too carefully by the look his uncle was giving him.
"Well well, is that a little attitude i am hearing from you Marcel, surely 100 years cannot erase the manners and rules you had to follow inside this household from your mind, or do we want to reinforce those rules again" Elijah spoke calmly looking at Marcel who looked a little pale, well who will not when Elijah was so close to kill them by slamming his hands on their butt.
"No sir" Marcel spoke softly looking at Elijah with wide green eyes, courtesy of his mother Marcel was granted with eyes that looked a lot like puppy eyes. Thus the famous nickname little owl was born because he always was found looking like one when he is curious and for marcel he was awfully too curious for his age.
"Now why don't you spend some time with your papa, little owl" Elijah spoke gently and Marcel more like rushed from his side to Klaus. Klaus grabbed his hands and together they went to his gallery, Marcel was a great artist like his dad anyway.
Looks like Marcel was coming to terms with being Mikaelson more easily than one thinks.
