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Chapter 58
"Brother," Elijah paused his gait at the sound of Niklaus's voice calling him from the staircase. "So. How did it go? Is your curiosity duly satisfied?"
Elijah spun to face Niklaus with a stony glare. "Yes. Turns out I was right. It seems that our little brother dosed Finn in blood until the boy ran crying out of the kitchen. He called it 'harmless bullying'. Probably not his first instance of it since Finn's return. I believe Kol is trying to run Finn away with childish torment."
Klaus snarled his lip. "And did Marcel have anything to do with it?"
"Hard to tell. When I first confronted them, he admitted to doing the act himself but...after I threatened to punish him, our dear brother found his conscience and told the truth."
"Marcel took responsibility for Kol's mistake? Why?"
"Seems as though our brother and Marcellus are beginning to rekindle the friendship they had a century ago. And all it took was their mutual dislike of Finn."
"Well, it doesn't sound as if it was all that bad." Niklaus dropped his eyes to the floorboard, waving his hand dismissively at Elijah. "Let them be this time, Elijah. They're finally getting along. Isn't this what we want? Peace?"
"Are you serious?"
The two brothers turned to see Freya standing at the end of the hall having overheard their entire conversation. Her eyes lit with anger.
"I come to you seeking justice for Finn and you're willing to sweep it under the rug because his torment brings Kol and Marcel together?"
"You overreact," Niklaus groaned. "Just like Finn is doing. There are worse things than being dosed in blood. If Hope throws spaghetti at her little friend, Sebastian, he simply throws it back at her. He doesn't go running off in tears and we certainly wouldn't punish her for it. Not for that reason anyway. Perhaps for making a mess if you're Elijah."
"I think you should both know," Elijah interrupted. "That before I could punish either Kol or Marcel for their actions, Finn decided to take matters into his own hands."
Niklaus stood straighter, his eyes hardening. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Calm down," Elijah smirked at Niklaus's sudden defensiveness. "I have taken care of him myself."
"What did he do?"
"He...overrated to Kol's teasing and stabbed him with a pen. Made a mess all over the study floor. I'm going to have to clean it before dinner or it'll be on my mind all night."
Klaus scoffed. "He lost his temper. He's starting to become a pest...again."
A sudden sharp pain shot across Klaus's backside.
His eyes became saucers as he stared straight ahead, shocked and confused at the sensation.
There was no one around him, no one even close to his backside, and yet the pain was as intense as it would be if someone had just slapped him across the behind. He looked to Elijah, wondering if he'd somehow missed a moment of his brother's supernatural speed but Elijah just stared at him in confusion, unsure what was going through his younger brother's mind.
The snap of her finger brought Klaus's eyes to Freya just as another sharp pain burned across his behind.
Freya smiled. "Oh, I see it does work."
"Wh-what did you do to me?"
"A little spell I've been working on. I'm not as strong as the two of you so I don't think an actual spank would make much of a difference. But..."
Niklaus flinched as Freya sparked another invisible flame against his behind with the exact shape and power of slab of wood.
"Stop that," he bit, unconsciously covering his behind as if it would stop her magic.
Elijah smirked, suddenly understanding what Freya had done.
"What's the matter, little brother," Freya taunted with another magick spank. "Can't take what you so readily dish out?"
Niklaus's anger grew with every spank but he knew he couldn't react to Freya the way he would Elijah or Kol. As strong as she was, she was still mortal.
"What is your end, witch?" He barked as the fire across his behind grew.
"I want to stop acting as if Finn is the enemy. He lost his temper, he's having a hard time controlling it in his current state, that doesn't make him evil."
Niklaus was too shocked by her attack for his usual glib response. "He...he killed Kol, your favorite little brother."
"I don't have any 'favorite' little brothers, Klaus. I love you all. I demand justice for all of you, even if I have to be the one to assert it."
Another swing of her hand and another sharp burn.
Klaus turned to Elijah, his face hard with anger but the burn lingering across his behind made his eyes softer.
"Alright, Freya, that's enough," Elijah stated. "You've made your point."
She cut her eyes at Niklaus. "Have I?"
Niklaus threw his hands up in frustration. "So do you propose we let him kill whomever he pleases simply because he has trouble controlling his anger?"
Another stinging burn across his behind silenced Niklaus immediately.
"If you can't be bothered to be as patient with him as you are with our other family members," Freya growled. "Then stay away from him. And I will keep him away from you."
"Fine," Klaus gritted through closed teeth. He stepped closer to Freya, closing the gap between them. Freya didn't flinch as she stared her Hybrid brother down. "Enough of your magic, witch. I am not Kol or Finn. If you have a problem with the way I run this family, then you discuss it with me like an adult."
"What's wrong, little brother? Can't handle a little taste of your own medicine?"
With a snap of her finger, a fire ignited across Niklaus's behind. Niklaus winced, pressing his back against the wall to keep himself from grabbing his behind.
Using his supernatural speed, Elijah grabbed Freya's hand and ceased her spell. She wasn't surprised by his interference, expecting it to come sooner or later, but she was sure then that she made her point clear.
Ashamed of the tear creeping in the corner of his eye, Niklaus sped away back down the staircase.
"Well," Elijah threw her hand out of his hold. "Was embarrassing your little brother worth that little exercise of power?"
Freya gritted her teeth at Elijah's implication that she'd gone too far. "I'm sorry, is that not the way things work in this family? Someone's being a brat, then it is up to one of us to put them back in line."
Elijah winced. She was right. But there was something about Klaus's reaction to her assault that bothered him.
"You...you've never spanked him before," Freya asserted. "Have you?"
He turned away from her.
Freya shook her head and folded her arms in front of her. "I would think you of all people would've done something about his attitude already. Is that why he is the way he is?"
Elijah walked towards Kol's bedroom and Freya followed, deciding to accompany Elijah to ensure Kol and Marcel faced the justice she thought they deserved.
"It's not like I haven't considered it before," he bit. "Sometimes daily. But...you see how he gets. I figured out a long time ago that it's easier to just punch him than spank him. Although, you seem to have an advantage. He knows he can't hit you without seriously injuring you and so he just took what you gave him without a fight. What a privilege that must be."
"Such a privilege," Freya mocked as they stood outside of Kol's bedroom.
She grabbed Elijah's arm before he opened the door.
"I have a suggestion about their punishment."
-M-
"I'm going to kill him." Kol paced his bedroom, his fists clutched tightly at his side.
Marcel laid stretched out across Kol's bed, 'The Art of War' in his hands. "Calm down, Elijah's already taking care of it."
"Whatever he's doing isn't enough. That little shit killed me. Again."
"I've seen Klaus kill you a dozen times. Hell, he's even killed me a time or two."
Kol stopped his pacing to glare at Marcel. "Are you taking his side now?"
"Of course not," Marcel closed his book and sat up. "I just don't think Finn is our biggest threat. We distracted ourselves with the kids today but now it's time to get back on track. Klaus's sireline is out there and they're gunning for us."
"Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'The enemy in your house is more pressing than the enemy at your door'?"
"Finn is a pathetic kid seeking love and attention. As long as Freya's here holding his hand, he's no real threat. Klaus's sireline...the last time they came here, they nearly destroyed this family."
Kol leaned back against his dresser, a groan rumbling through his throat as he thought about jumping back into another war.
"Geez, I hate playing politics. I miss the good ol' days when Klaus and I would just go out and tear off heads and bask in their blood." He cut his eyes down at Marcel. "Of course...that was before you. Back when my brother was fun."
Marcel curled his lips into a cynical smile. "Well, too bad you're stuck with me now"
Kol's eyebrow rose to his forehead. "You? You want to hunt down vampires with me?"
"Of course not. I don't hunt down my own people, especially not an entire line of my own blood. But...if we take out the head, the rest will fall in line."
Kol lifted himself on the dresser giving Marcel his full attention now that he knew they were on the same blood drenched page. "So who's leading this ragtag group of illegitimate degenerates?"
"I have to think of everything?"
"That was barely a thought itself, mate! That whole lot has a reason to hate Niklaus. Let's face it, my brother's hateful."
"And you're any better?"
Kol smirked devilishly. "At least I had the decency to kill my sired before they had the chance to turn on me."
Marcel stared down at the floor, thinking back to the twelve years he spent with Klaus's sireline.
"There is this one guy," he said. "An old dude from the 13th century. Used to be a pig farmer, said Klaus wiped out his entire family and turned him after they refused to sell him pig they'd been growing for as a dowery for his eldest daughter. Think he's the oldest one left, mean old bastard. And he certainly has a reason to hate Niklaus. He refused to follow me after finding out my connection to Klaus because, and I quote, 'Familial squabbles rarely last a lifetime'. Guess he was right."
Kol leaned back against the dresser, his arms folded over his chest. "You know how to find him?"
Marcel chuckled. "You proposing a roadtrip?"
Kol shrugged. "You feeling up for it? Or are you too wrapped up playing family man to protect the family name anymore?"
"And by 'protect the family name' you mean 'kill anyone who opposes us'?"
Kol gave a wide smile. "Is there any other way?"
Before Marcel could answer, a jaunty tune rapped on the door.
Kol sighed and pushed himself off the dresser. "This is so not fair," He grumbled to himself as he strolled slowly to the locked door. "The psychopathic little shit kills me but I'm the one who gets punished."
Kol opened the door to see Elijah and Freya waiting outside of it.
Elijah's gaze fell directly to Marcel as he stepped in the room. "Marcellus," he shook his head. "As disobedient as ever. I thought I ordered you to go to your room after bringing Kol here."
"You sure?" Marcel stood, placing Kol's book back on the shelf by his dresser before strolling calmly to the doorway. "Must've been a misunderstanding. Oh well, I'll leave and give you three a second to hash things out in private."
"No, stay."
Marcel froze at Elijah's orders. He was hoping to get out of Kol's room before Elijah showed up but he'd let time get away from him. Now he was trapped.
"I've talked to Finn," said Elijah. "He understands his mistake earlier and I believe him to be contrite."
"Mistake?" Kol bit. "Is that what we're calling it now? Killing his brother is a mistake?"
Elijah smirked. "Well, compared to all of the times Niklaus killed you with the dagger, Finn's incident was a bit more impulsive, so yes, I am inclined to label it as a mistake."
Kol scoffed at the reminder that Finn wasn't the first of their brothers to kill him.
"You are always making excuses for him."
"They're not excuses," said Freya, coming further into the room. "Finn has been punished for his actions. Once punished, a person is forgiven, isn't that how it works?"
"No," Kol bit. "I don't have to forgive him just because you do. That is YOUR brother, Freya. Not mine."
Kol's glare did not waver as Freya stared daggers at him.
"Everyone, calm down, please," said Elijah. "It has been a long few weeks for us all. We could all use a day of rest."
Marcel's eyes lit up. "So...you're letting us...off?"
Elijah smirked at Marcel's unhidden joy. "If you mean, am I letting you go 'pain-free', then yes. But not punishment free. You two lied to me and broke your promise not to hurt Finn anymore."
"Nothing was hurt but he ego," Kol muttered.
Elijah cut his eyes at his little brother and Kol's breath caught in his chest, fearing he'd just pushed his luck too far.
With a snap of her finger, Freya landed an invisible smack to Kol's behind.
"Now is not the time for jokes, little brother," she scolded.
Kol was stunned by her magic. He didn't know she could use it to spank them and now that he did, he feared his older sister even more.
"As I was saying," said Elijah, a satisfied smirk on his face at Kol's sudden silence. "We believe two days in your rooms will suffice as punishment for what you ignorantly referred to as 'harmless bullying'."
Kol and Marcel both groaned at the thought of being stuck in their rooms for two days, especially since the newest members of their household were bound to have questions.
"And I do mean, in your room, Marcellus," Elijah stated firmly. "Unless you are at the dining table or in the bathroom, I should not find you outside of those four walls, do I make myself clear?"
Marcel shrugged. Elijah turned to Freya and with a simple nod of his head, she knew what to do. She snapped her fingers and Marcel jumped, propelled forward by the unexpected invisible spank.
"A verbal answer would be nice," Elijah said calmly.
Marcel looked back to Kol in confusion but his old friend didn't have an answer for him.
"Yes, I understand," Marcel immediately answered as Freya landed a second invisible smack.
"Good. Now the two of you wash up. Dinner should be ready soon."
As Elijah and Freya left the room, Marcel turned wide eyes to Kol. "Did she...did she just spank me using magic?"
"I think so."
"Since when has she been able to do that?"
"I don't know, mate, but she seems a bit scarier now, doesn't she."
Marcel clenched his jaw, ashamed to state his agreeance.
-M-
Elijah opened the door to the study with one hand, carrying a pristine outfit for Finn in the other. He was a bit surprised to see Finn's shoulders shuddering in the corner as he continued to fight back tears. The boy's behind had returned to its natural paleness so he was sure he wasn't still suffering from the pain of his spanking.
Finn seized at the sound of the door opening, unsure of who to expect this time. He didn't relax until he recognized Elijah's steady gait walking over to him.
"Alright, brother," said Elijah. "You may come out now."
Finn turned to see Elijah setting his clothes on the stool and rushed over to them.
"Do you understand the mistake you made," Elijah asked as Finn slid on his briefs, still wiping away tears from his cheeks.
Finn nodded. "I lost my temper and...killed Kol."
"You are a vampire in an early pubescent body, Finn. Your emotions are intensified greater than any of ours but it is up to you to control it."
Finn nodded again, biting his lip to keep it from trembling as he sniffled. As he grabbed his jeans, Elijah knelt beside him.
"Are you okay?"
Finn nodded, unable to look Elijah in the face as he slid his jeans up to his waist.
Elijah cupped his hand under Finn's chin, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes.
"I cannot compel you to tell me the truth," he stated. "But I expect it nonetheless."
Finn's lip popped from between his teeth, quivering as he considered telling Elijah the truth. He was sure he wouldn't believe him, or if he did, he would take Hope's side for defending herself against the wicked Original.
"I-I just want to go back to the workshop with Freya."
Elijah released Finn's chin and sighed. "Dinner is almost ready. Wash up and come downstairs."
"I-I don't want to."
"Why?"
Finn was silent.
Elijah stood, looming over Finn like a tower. "It is not up for debate. No one has the privilege to skip meals in this family simply because they're embarrassed, Finn."
Tears burned the corners of Finn's eyes as he thought about Hope sitting across from him at the dinner table, taunting him as only she could do. Kol and Marcel by her side, their hateful eyes glaring at him. Rebekah and Klaus pretending to tolerate his existence to keep up the guise of a happy, whole family when neither of them wants him there.
"No," he stated firmly, crossing his arms over his thin chest. "Beat me all you want but I'm not going and you can't make me. I don't need to eat and Freya will bring me a blood bag to the workshop if I ask her."
"Do you think you are the first of us to be mistreated and betrayed by a member of this family because I can assure you that you're not. It is a constant battle to keep this family moving in the same direction."
"I will move in whatever direction you want to lead this family in, Elijah. But I cannot sit at that table with them tonight. Or maybe ever."
"Tell me why."
Finn said nothing, his jaws tightening in anger as he glared at his brother.
"If you cannot tell me why, Finn, then you will be at the dinner table tonight, just like everyone else. Do I make myself clear, brother?"
Finn snatched his shirt from the stool and marched heatedly towards the door.
Elijah vamped in front of him, pausing the angry boy before he grabbed the doorknob.
"Calm down," Elijah warned. "Now."
Finn shook with anger. He didn't want to calm down. He didn't want to eat with his family. He didn't want to see them mocking him, judging him, and hating him. But he couldn't tell Elijah because he wouldn't understand. He was sure his brother loved the rest of their family too much to view his insecurities and fears as anything other than a product of his own mistakes.
Overwhelmed by a fit of rage he could not release, Finn broke into uncontrollable sobs. He pushed Elijah away as he came in for a hug, unwilling to accept his pity.
Elijah blew a breath of exasperation through his nose. He opened the study door to see Freya still waiting patiently by it. They agreed that she'd stay outside while he brought an end to Finn's punishment but he knew Freya would be the only person to calm him down now.
Freya's heart broke at the sight of her brother pressing the balls of his fists against his eyes attempting to force his tears away.
"Look at me Finn," She said, taking his arms into her hands and pulling them to his sides.
He peeked through squinted eyes at her but he couldn't stop himself from crying.
"Take a deep breath," she continued to coach. He slowly obeyed, breathing in and out at her command. "That's my Finn. Do you see the meadow? Do you see the bluebells and red clovers? Do you feel the sun against your face?"
Finn followed Freya through the imaginary meadow until he finally calmed.
"What happened?" She asked Elijah over her shoulder.
"I told him he couldn't skip dinner tonight."
Freya released Finn's arms to face Elijah. "Come now, brother. Is that necessary? Hasn't he suffered enough already?"
"This isn't about suffering, Freya. There is a reason why we still bother with meals when most of this family doesn't need it to survive. This family is large and there are days that we only see each other at the dining room table. It is where we congregate, where we get to know each other. Where we discuss the hardship of the day and plan for the next. That is why attending meals in non-negotiable. If Finn wants to be a part of this family, then he will be a part of it in every aspect, not simply when it suits him."
Freya looked down at her little brother fighting back sniffles.
"Let me speak to him alone."
Elijah nodded, leaving the study without argument.
Freya waited until Finn got his sniffling under control before she said anything. "Better?"
"They hate me," he blurted. "They all hate me."
"They don't hate you, Finn. You're they're brother."
"But I tried to kill them. I-I hexed Kol. I came after Klaus's daughter. If you didn't force them to keep me they would've left me out there with Mikael."
Freya wiped the tears from his cheeks with her thumb. "You are here because you are a Mikaelson. Because you are our brother. They love you."
Finn dropped his chin, remembering Kol's anger and Hope's cruelty.
"Do you trust me, brother?"
Finn nodded.
"Then believe me when I say they love you. I have spent years with this family and I have witnessed them do horrible things to their enemies and worse things to each other all in the name of keeping this family together. You are not here because I forced them to keep you. You are here because you are a Mikaelson and Mikaelsons stick together, no matter what."
He wanted to believe her but he couldn't see how it could be true.
"You must apologize to Kol for what you did to him."
"What?" Finn's head shot up, his mouth dropping in shock.
Freya shook her head, unwilling to hear any of his arguments. "I know what he's done but he is still your little brother. You are supposed to protect him. If you want to prove to everyone you've really changed, then apologize. And never let it happen again."
Finn nodded solemnly. He as sure Kol wouldn't forgive him but if it made Freya happy, he would do it.
-M-
Flashback:
Marcel stood just outside the kitchen door, his book of Shakespeare gripped tightly in his hands as the sultry aroma of dinner lured him from the study. The cook worked tirelessly in the hot kitchen stirring gumbo, boiling crawfish, frying pastries, and baking desserts. His mouth watered at the thought of eating just a bit of it.
It was his second day with the Mikaelsons and he'd missed supper the day before because he was with Klaus applying fresh bandages to his wounds. The two of them came to the kitchen after and ate what Elijah left out for them but he assumed a meal as good as that was only a one time favor, giving him something to look forward to so he would work hard in hopes of eating so well again.
He was so entranced by the smell of sultry meat and sugar frying in the air that he didn't notice Klaus coming up behind him until they were standing side by side.
"Hungry?"
Marcel jumped at the sound of Klaus's voice. He clutched his book tighter as his hands began to shake.
"N-no, suh." He spun on his heels, prepared to bolt away from the kitchen in an instant. Back on the plantation, he caught his worst beatings stalking around the kitchen for scraps.
Klaus caught Marcel's arm before the boy could runoff. He knelt down to his eye level and said, "Are you sure? I could hear your stomach growling from down the hall."
Marcel hung his head in shame, his eyes closed in anticipation of a clot to the side of his head for being so greedy. They opened wide as Klaus lifted him onto his waist and carried him into the kitchen.
"How's the gumbo coming, Chef?" Klaus asked as he sat Marcel down on the kitchen aisle. Marcel sat his book on the counter so he could lean over and get a better look at all the food covering the stove. The Mikaelsons ate as if they never feared their pantry running dry.
The fat, rosy-cheeked cook turned to him with a bright smile, proud of his own creation. "Best damn gumbo you ever did have, I tell ya what," he said in a heavy Creole accent. "Just letting the flavors marinate nah. Give it another ten minutes and it'll be pert-near divine."
"Think I'll be the judge of that. Give me two bowls and a baker's dozen beignets. Extra sugar."
Marcel's eyes grew as big as saucers as the cook ladled a heaping helping of thick, flavorful gumbo into two bowls and passed them over to Klaus.
"Careful," Klaus cautioned as he handed Marcel his bowl. "It's hot."
Marcel stared down at the bowl in disbelief as if he expected Klaus to slap it from his hand at any second and scold him for being so gullible. Tears welled in his eyes as the spicy aroma teased his nose.
As Klaus went for his second spoonful, he noticed the tears swimming in Marcel's eyes. "What's wrong? Is it too spicy?"
Marcel shook his head and wiped the tear dangling from his eyelash on his arm. It didn't smell too spicy. It smelled perfect.
But that only made it hurt more. Not even the governor teased him with food he couldn't eat. He thought Klaus liked him. He didn't know what he'd done to receive his cruelty.
Niklaus sat his bowl on the counter and brought his hands up to Marcel's face, wiping his tears away in confusion. It was only his second day as a parent and he'd already failed miserably.
"What's wrong, Marcellus? Aren't you hungry?"
Marcel nodded.
"Do you not like Gumbo? Do you want to try the crawfish? Or-or maybe something else? Do you like red beans and rice?"
Marcel choked back a sob as he stared up at Klaus's sad blue eyes. They weren't grim and mocking as he was expecting, but truly dripping with concern.
"I..I...I c-can r-really eat this?" The boy asked. "R-Really? I-I won't g-get a wh-whippin'?"
Klaus's heart shattered. He fought the tears threatening to break from his own eyes. "No, Marcellus. I promise that I will never let anyone raise a whip to you again for any reason. Do you understand?"
Marcel nodded, a trail of snot leaking from his nose that he immediately wiped away on his arm sleeve. Klaus grabbed Marcel's spoon and scooped up as much Gumbo as he could fit on it. He blew it gently before holding it up to Marcel's mouth.
Marcel stared cautiously into Klaus's eyes, still half afraid it as all a trick, before taking a bite.
"Good?" Klaus asked dipping the spoon back into the Gumbo.
Marcel nodded fervently, his eyes bright with happiness and his cheeks full.
Klaus smiled as he grabbed a spoonful of his own Gumbo before lifting another spoonful of Marcel's to the boy's lips. Marcel followed Klaus's lead and blew gently on the spoon before taking another bite.
Accepting that Klaus was not trying to trick him, he took the spoon and began feeding himself. They ate in silence for a while before Klaus finally spoke again.
"Chef, do you mind going down to the wine cellar and grabbing a couple of bottles for dinner tonight?"
Knowing Klaus wanted a moment alone with Marcel, the cook was more than happy to turn down the heat of the food still cooking on the stove and disappear downstairs for a bit.
"Marcellus...you understand that you live here now, don't you?" he asked.
Marcel stared down at his bowl and nodded.
Klaus placed a finger under his chin and lifted it so that Marcel was looking in his eyes. "As my son, everything that I have is yours. This home, this food, that book. If there is anything you want Marcellus, all you need to do is ask and I will get it for you. I don't ever want you to be hungry, or cold...or afraid. Do you understand?"
Marcel bit his lip, afraid to ask the question on his mind. But the words just stumbled out. "What if I want too much."
Klaus cupped his hand on Marcel's cheek, gently brushing his fingers across the boy's face. "You are a prince, Marcellus. You can never want too much. Always remember that. The world owes you everything and I aim to give it to you."
Marcel sat his nearly empty bowl on the counter and wrapped his arms around Niklaus, hugging him as tight as he could. Without hesitation, Klaus hugged him back, refusing to let go until Marcel did.
As their hug broke, Marcel's eyes fell to the plate of beignets waiting for them.
Klaus chuckled as he grabbed the plate and held it in front of Marcel's wide eyes.
Marcel wanted to dance as he bit into the sugary treat. He laughed at Klaus as a puff of powdered sugar marked the tip of his nose after biting into his.
"You have sugar on your nose," he said.
Klaus smiled. "Ah yes, the mark of the perfect beignet. You haven't had a good one unless it leaves a little sugar behind."
Marcel crossed his eyes to look down at his own nose but he couldn't see anything. "Do I have any?"
"Hmm, a little. Let me see if I can just..." Klaus took his beignet and bopped the tip of Marcel's nose. "There. That's better."
Marcel giggled at Klaus's playfulness. The sugar tickled his nose until it conjured a sneeze and Marcel accidentally dropped his beignet on Klaus's shirt.
He froze, his eyebrows crested in uncertainty as he waited for Klaus's reaction.
"So," Klaus smiled. "It's a sugar match you're after." He held his beignet in front of his face and blew until a puff of sugar covered the top of Marcel's head.
The two laughed as they each grabbed another beignet and blew more sugar on each other. Their fun stopping when Klaus noticed Elijah standing in the doorway staring silently at the mess the two had made.
"Brother," he laughed awkwardly. He grabbed the plate of remaining beignets and held them out to his horrified brother. "Beignet?"
End Flashback
Reviewer Jeffery, Idk how to respond to your review lol yeah, they're dysfunctional, no real family would stick together like this. Siblings usually grow up, get their own family, and call and text on holidays, birthdays, and when they need money. Oh, and they don't spank each other lol. The Mikaelsons are different, if they weren't, it'd be a different story, not the one I want to write. There is a smorgasbord of different age ranges and relationships and I'm loving every second of exploring them.
Also, they all don't actually hate Finn (not even Kol, he's just angry at him for hexing him to death and the rest of them don't trust him because of his past). Guess I didn't make that obvious enough (awkward laugh) bare with me, this writing this is a craft and I'm far from perfect.
