The Characterization Of Klaus In His Fanfics Is Just Insane.

The characterization of Klaus in his fanfics is just insane.

First of all, this is gonna be bashing to 96% of Klaus’s fanfics lmao. I still love reading them tho.

But straight to the point, why are people writing him as if he would ever allow someone, anyone, to disrespect him the way authors make their ocs do??? No, Klaus wouldn't be giggling and shit if you call him "puppy" or "Santa Klaus", he's literally gonna murder you in the spot and even worse lmao.

I've read so much stories where the protagonist is constantly insulting Klaus and bickering with him (it's funny tho) and he just... allows it. Yes, Klaus, the man who's literally shown to tear off heads whenever someone as much breathes in the wrong way, and yet he allows this teen (because in 99% of fanfics the protagonist is a girl not over nineteen, at least physically) to talk shit about him.

Like I absolutely love those kind of stories, they're good and I'll continue reading them, but the Klaus they write is 100% ooc. And I understand why, because as someone who used to write fanfics of him, his character is just so difficult to write but it doesn't seem like they even try to.

Moving to another famous trope in his fanfics: soulmate stories. I find it very ooc that he would actually accept he has a soulmate: he wouldn't believe it, he's literally the most paranoid character of tvdu, Klaus would 100% believe it's just a plot made to control him and he would probably kill his soulmate, only to regret it forever. Or those "I've been seeing her/having dreams about her for a thousand of years, she's without a doubt the person I'm meant to love forever", what?? 😭

If Klaus ever saw this person in real life, there are just two possibilities I can think of:

A) he would be extremely paranoid and would kill this person on the spot

B) he would be extremely paranoid, but decides to not kill x person for some barely explained reason and would get to know her/him and perhaps fall in love.

I'm aware Klaus can and has been soft in canon: with his family (in occasions, more in New Orleans modern era), with Hayley, Marcel, and Cami. I mean, Klaus loved Cami so much he actually begged her to not leave him, to fully turn into a vampire because he was terrified of losing her, and a decade after her death he was still in love with her (something a certain part of the fandom fails to see lmao).

The fanfics where he cheats with Hayley/Cami/Caroline/ Genevieve/Aurora or he just cheats while he's in a relationship also are ooc imo. If he's in a commited relationship and he loves the person he's with, I don't see him as the cheater type, especially because he wasn't sleeping around in the program.

But either way, show me the fanfics with true depiction. Show me fanfics where he's so screwed up that he continually pushes the person he loves away, where he constantly hurts them with/without intention as he did to his siblings, where he constantly uses his s/o for his own personal gain or similar. Where he's actually his true self, the man he was in tvd before having Hope and even after having Hope, because she actually did not change him that much.

I think I only found three fics like that: one in ao3 called I Would Hurt A Fly, where the oc was a witch or something like it and he used her as a personal sex toy/blood bag but there were slight hints of his love but sadly was deleted.

Or the ones written by @viavolterra and @saintsir4n, the way they write Klaus is the closest I've ever seen to his canon self and it's genuinely good writing. Patisserie is also a really good written fanfic that writes the characters well, but it's a poly Mikaelson fic (which it's even better, the more the best)

Either way, a violent man isn't gonna change with the power of love and family. The Originals tried doing that with Hope and they failed, because Klaus was the same man he was at the start, just slightly less mean to his family.

Not me being in my period and reading this 😭

Okay, I'm in pain. Braces are not a joke. But hey fuck braces I'm a women and don't need a man, but here I am.

Reader being in her period and Klaud being a good boyfriend and going to the store and buying pads, tampons, chocolate, heating pads, etc.

All fluff, please.

Help, Care, Love

Klaus poked his head round into Y/n’s room cautiously, he had gotten a meltdown of a phone call from her crying that she needed him.

He could’ve panicked that she had been in danger but he had learnt to recognise this specific cry. And he knew what she needed.

So he had made a quick detour to the shops before rushing to her house.

He stepped inside quietly and noticed her bathroom door a little open making his eyes soften. He neared it and pulled the pads and tampons out of the plastic bag before pushing it through the gap and holding it out until he felt her hand brush his as she took it from him.

“Thank you” she sniffed and he smiled softly to himself. He closed the door with a click and went to sit on her bed before noticing the sheets were bloody. He removed her bedding, bringing it to her laundry room and putting them in the washer before grabbing her other set and quickly putting it all on. Making sure the room smelt like fresh linen like he knew she liked and lighting a similar scented candle that he had bought for her and placing it on her dresser.

“Klaus?” She whispered hoarsely through the door and he looked over

“Is something wrong my love?” He asked gently, he could hear her shuffle on her feet and her thickly swallow

“Can you get me some clothes please?” She uttered, embarrassment in her voice.

“Of course” he replied quickly as he grabbed her some joggers and one of the henleys he had left there a little while before. He tapped on the door, prompting her to open it and turned his head away as she took the clothes from him and stepping back when she disappeared again.

He set the back on her side table and pulled out the box of chocolates, placing them on the side of her bed along with a a range of crisp brands, haribo and other snacks he picked up.

Y/n slowly opened the bathroom door and looked up to where Klaus stood waiting patiently for her, his expression softening when he noticed the clothes bundled up in her hands.

“Let me wash those for you angel” he murmured as he took them from her, flashed away and then back to her with clean hands and a loving smile.

Her fingers fiddled together before he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her frame. His hand held the back of her head, pressing her face into his chest and kissing her hair lightly.

“I got you something to eat if you’d like? Ibuprofen is best taken on a full stomach, but you can have your paracetamol now” he told her gently, stroking her hair leisurely. She nodded soundlessly and he leaned back a little to kiss her cheek before leading her back to her bed.

She froze when she looked to her bed, seeing he had already tidied everything for her and sniffed again making him gently stroke her face “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He questioned and she shook her head before hugging him tightly making him let out a breath and rubbing her back.

“I love you so much” she whispered and he smiled softly

“I love you so much more…” he murmured back, petting her head lovingly. “Is there anything you would like angel? Can I do anything for you?” He asked wanting to care for her as much as he could.

“I just need you” she whispered and he smiled warmly. He kept his arms around her, hugging her to him and waddling them other to her bed. He sat her up against the headboard, keeping her comfortable and tucking her legs under the covers. He pulls the pillows to support her back and grabbed a tube of pringles, placing them in her lap as he snuggled up to her side and pulled himself closer.

“Netflix..or…?” He trailed as her head dropped to rest against his shoulder

“Disney?” She asked quietly and he hummed, the one time y/n would get away with having him watch anything she wanted.

“If you insist dear” he agreed, a small smile on his lips when she nuzzled closer. He passed her the remote and dug his hand into his pocket to pull out the pain relief he had retrieved for her. He rummaged through the things he had bought her and popped the top off her bottled water. “One now?” He asked as he brought the pill to her mouth, she nodded and accepted. Once consumed he kissed the side of her head and let his hand rest on her lower belly.

“Where’s your heating pad?” He questioned quietly as her face scrunched in pain while she watched her film.

“I forgot to charge it” she whispered, disappointment clear in her tone.

“I’ll put it on charge and get you a hot water bottle instead okay?” He offered, though it wasn’t really a question more of an informative statement. He hurried down the stairs and grabbed the disregarded heating pad, plugged it in and boiled the kettle.

When he came back he found an overly emotional version of his girl as she munched on her chocolate buttons, wiping her tears after witnessing Mufasa’s death.

He couldn’t help the smile that creeped back up on him seeing her so vulnerable and soft.

Klaus slid back under the covers, pulling her close and holding the hot water bottle in place where she needed it, taking pride in her pleasure filled sigh. Her head rest on his shoulder and his head lay on top of hers. Both humming ‘Hakuna matata’, knowing it all to well from the amount of time she had him watch the movie.

The was only one look in the both their eyes. Love. A love so strong that it was all either of them could ever think about. On they never wanted to lose. Something worth living a thousand years.

And suddenly my legs are spreading-

Sex On Italian Sand — A Klaus Mikaelson Smut (18+)

Summary: You and Klaus are sunbathing in Italy on your long-awaited honeymoon. Finally alone and free of your burdens for a short time, you just can’t keep your hands off of each other.

A little different to my usual writings. I hope you enjoy Xx

How the sun adorned the late afternoon had enraptured them both; the golden sights and mildly burning sensation on their skin coaxed sighs from their gentle mouths, caused their eyes to flutter, sunglasses protecting them both, their bodies tangled together on the beach towel. Her head rested on their bags, while his head rested on her breast. She mindlessly played with his hair. Neither of them spoke a word.

This is the quietest it had been for them in a very long time. They were laying alone on an Italian beach on their honeymoon, their golden wedding rings glowing in the sun, their ring fingers burning up a little. Klaus had bought a villa that was right next to a little private beach. This beach was intimate, a small secluded area close to the shoreline that broke off into a very large one, rocks building a wall in between them.

His wife moaned softly as she stretched from underneath him, arching her back as she breathed out. She had done this a few times in the past half hour, and each time it stirred more lust in Klaus’ loins. While the lust was forever hungry, it was tender and loving. It didn’t demand a feast nor a punishment, instead, it reached out its hand for love, for divine sensuality.

Laying on his stomach on her chest, Klaus stirred, adjusting his position so he could reach her neck to kiss her. He held the other side of her neck as he nibbled and licked her skin. She moaned again, louder this time, and furrowed her eyebrows in pleasure.

He massaged her breast with his other hand, deepening his hold as the pleasure began to build in his body. He did this for a short while, his wife kissing and pulling on his hair.

Eventually, she opened her legs, silently asking him to grind with her. Immediately he did, both of them letting out a hot breath when his groin came into contact with her own. He bit onto her neck without drawing his fangs, which made his wife arch her back again, her hips meeting his.

“Klaus, baby.”

“Mhm?”

After a few breaths, she replied with a warm laugh, “we’ve already fucked twice today…”

“I’m going to pleasure and be pleasured by you forever — what’s stopping us now?”

She laughed again. “This honeymoon has become a fuck-fest and I love it.”

“And I love you,” Klaus said quietly as he unclasped her baby blue strapless bikini top. He let out an “oh…” at the sight of her breasts, and she watched as he sucked on one of them, playing with the other. His wife pushed her chest further into his mouth, her mouth falling open, breathing out his name.

“Need to taste you…” Klaus spoke, his mouth leaving her breast and his eyes now looking at hers. She couldn’t help but moan again, which told him she needed him now, too.

He descended down her body, unable to keep his hands off of her skin. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, on this earth that held a candle to feeling the touch of the woman you loved, a stunning woman at that. How she harnessed beauty and sex appeal all in the name of love not only for him but for herself, too, drove him wild. There was not a woman like her.

He removed her bikini, leaving it at the side of them, his wife then opening her legs wider, her feet on the hot sand. His were, too, as he kneeled at the edge of the beach towel. After removing his blinders, he shot her a look before he began to feast on her cunt.

He didn’t want to tease her too much; he had done that enough in the morning, almost torturing her with his tongue. He wanted to pleasure her now, as the sun began to set, creating a golden hue which electrified the beauty of the world around them, as he needed her within this hue. He kissed around her inner thighs for a moment before laying his tongue flat on her clit.

The taste of his wife lathered onto his tongue gave such an intense wave of pleasure through his body that for a moment he felt lightheaded. He turned his head to the side and licked her clit back and forth not slowly but not fastly either, wanting to build pleasure within her and not hit her with it. She was mewling, her foot caressing his lower back.

In between licks, Klaus sucked at her clit, faster now. His hands were grabbing her ass, pulling her closer into his mouth. She propped up on her elbows, watching him pleasure her in between her thighs as the waves gently crashed into each other before them.

“What you do to me, baby…” she whispered, calling out his name right after. In response, he ran his hand up her inner thigh, holding it out for her to take. She squeezed his hand, laying back down and lifting her head back. Klaus was humming on her clit, sending bursts of pleasure through her body.

Her breathing was heavy, her bucked hips were grinding on his face, and she was pulling on his hair with the hand that was not intertwined with his. As he sucked on her even faster, her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her grip on his hair and his hand tightening, her grinding slowing down. Klaus still worked on her as she came until she lifted his head from between her legs.

Klaus simpered at her as he climbed back up her body. She shook her head, smiling back at him as he kissed her, his tongue tied with hers. The shared taste of herself in their mouths made her kiss him harder, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing tight.

When they broke from the kiss, Klaus took a slow moment just to look at her; the sun in her eyes causing her to squint despite the sunglasses on her face, her soft hair framing her face in a perfectly flattering way, her evil-looking grin. He fell in love with her all over again within this moment, sighing to himself.

“What are you thinking?” she asked from beneath him.

Klaus ran a hand through her hair. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. She watched intently as tears filled his eyes — that told her everything she needed to know. Everything she already knew. The sight alone caused tears to fill her eyes, too, and she took off her sunglasses. “I know, baby,” she whispered, “I know.”

Klaus Mikaelson: her amor, her saviour, the only person on this earth who ever bothered to understand her. The only person who could match her heights, the only one who elevated her into a better version of herself. Stronger. Happier. She had spent lifetimes alone, living her life on a near-constant rage episode, chewing on cheap thrills then spitting them back out. She had heard about him years before she met him, and never for a moment did she believe what they said about him.

Klaus Mikaelson cares for nobody. Klaus Mikaelson is fearless. She knew it wasn’t true because every villain understands another. Nine times out of ten people act out because they’re hurt, afraid of aloneness. It was simple if you thought about it, and she was the same. She liked him the moment she met him in a New Orleans jazz club in 1958. And if she didn’t act on it, she knew she’d think of him forever.

It wasn’t long before he fell in love with her. He proposed to her a year later, although marrying her proved to be difficult with his paranoia, and the people along the way he was forced to defeat. When they did finally marry in the same city, it was a grand but intimate event, with statues and chandeliers and chocolate fountains made of pearls, but only the Mikaelsons attended.

And now, here they were on the outskirts of Italy, laying clothless on a private beach, thinking of only each other. She held his face. “Won’t you fuck me?”

Klaus hummed lowly, squeezing her breasts before sitting upright. “How you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?”

She thought for a moment. “Mmm, I wanna ride you slow.”

“Yeah?” he responded. After he took off his swim trunks, they switched positions, Klaus sitting where she was. Feeling the sun in his eyes, he turned around.

“Yeah, baby.” she said, crawling over to him. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Klaus’ hands explored her body, settling on her waist. He kissed her sweetly.

Still wet from her first orgasm, she slid onto him smoothly. They both moaned. His wife began grinding, pulling him closer — their chests pushed together — and kissing up and down the side of his face. Klaus groaned in her ear, luring her to cry out his name.

Klaus moved his hips with her, his nails digging into her skin. He kept his eyes shut, allowing the pleasure to wash over him and to continue washing over him. Besides the lust, all he felt inside him was love. His mind was quiet, and he permitted himself to get lost in the moment as he had done since they arrived. This was a rarity, and it would not last long, so he would make the most of it.

She would too, keenly aware that the lull of their time together would come to a close the minute they stepped foot back in New Orleans. His wife moaned and moaned more, pushing the side of her face against his own, trying to be as close to him as possible.

Klaus moved his hands to her hips, pulling her body up and down his cock. This was an instruction, and she obeyed instantly. She retracted her face from his so she could bounce up and down, still grinding as she came back down again. She felt all around his chest, in awe of her husband’s beauty.

Opening his eyes to look at her, Klaus dribbled saliva on his fingers and played with her clit. She mewled for him, moving one of her hands to hold his jaw.

As the sun burnt their skin and the smell of the ocean made a home in their noses, pleasure burnt high from within their loins, debilitating the rest of their bodies, only able to feel and think of each other.

“I’m so in love,” she spoke, almost incoherently. Her brows were curled up, and her mouth couldn’t close, her doe eyes stuck on his features; his open mouth, his nose that kept twitching, his slightly squinted eyes.

He nodded. He couldn’t speak, so he grabbed onto her face and enraptured her in a wet, non-particular kiss.

His wife went back to slowly grinding on him, an act apparently perfectly timed as proved by Klaus’ low growl, gripping onto her ass and moving her hips even slower.

Their simmering, burning pleasure reached a new high as their climaxes neared. Klaus broke their kiss, reaching for her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. His wife squeaked, throwing her head back.

She eventually lifted his head from her breast, took a moment to just look at him, then descended onto his neck, biting and sucking on his skin as she ground on him. Klaus pressed his hand on her spine, feeling it from the small of it to her neck. He held onto her hair, not pulling it but soothing her scalp.

“Klaus,” she said, and he knew exactly what it meant.

“Cum for me, my girl.” he replied, grinding their hips together harder and slower.

She squeezed around him as she came, triggering his own orgasm. She pulled him into another messy, open-mouthed kiss, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. She ground into him until their orgasms finished.

She sighed, falling onto his shoulder. He held her with one hand, soothing her and holding himself upright with the other. His lips curled into a smile. He kissed her hair.

“You’re so good to me, sweet girl. You’re incredible.” Klaus whispered into her ear.

His wife hummed into his neck, not responding verbally for a moment. After a few seconds she did. “I waited so long for you, my husband, so, so long. And I’ll be damned if you weren’t worth the wait.” She lifted her head to look at him. She gave him a lazy grin and cupped her hands over his cheeks.

People love to act as if Elijah was their parent and yes, to some extent he was (it was even said by him in the last season) but he was just their older brother, and he was as much traumatized as every other Mikaelson was.

If I'm correct, he's the only Mikaelson shown to actually have remorse for his actions continually: after learning he killed Tatia, the first thing he did was beg for Klaus’s forgiveness because he was terrified of losing Klaus, despite the fact that he had done a lot of things worse to him. Or the whole Aurora thing, when he compelled her to believe Klaus was a monster and stuff, canonically the reason Klaus turned out to be how he was in the modern day and stuff: Elijah did regret what he did, and he stayed at his brother side through everything (something born out of guilt, as Klaus seemed to think, but anyway).

My point is that he owed nothing to his family. Yes, he should have tried to make Klaus stop daggering their siblings and I'm pretty sure it's shown in both shows he did try, but Klaus was a crazy motherfucker who loved to victimize himself and stuff. He shouldn't have treated Finn the way he did, that was so screwed up, he acted as if Finn didn't have the right to be bitter and mad after being locked in a box for an entire milennia.

And the way he treated Marcel makes my blood boil. It was so fucking disgusting, and his whole "you're not needed, the bio and white kid is here and she can make my brother better" line in season 4 is just fucking racist. I know it's because the writers are stupid and stuff, but after season three his character just got ruined for me. He was happy in s5 tho, and I hated the way they made Elijah not being able to live without Klaus as if he hadn't spent twenty years away from him without any contact prior tvd.

Anyway. Elijah is a good character, with flaws, that has a savior complex with his little brother, and who was basically the glue of the family. The family didn't see each other for a reason after his death, he was the one who kept them together and when he died they just couldn't remain the same.

"This isn't the end of the Mikaelson" it very much was. Klaus and Elijah died and the remaining family members other than Marcel and perhaps Freya, didn't give a damn about their niece, something y'all are always forgetting about. This turned into a inchorent rant, hmm, anyway.

Hi! Got here from Tik tok and you really like Elijah.

Just some conversation I wanted to share was how scary I think they made Elijah in the originals. Note that I don’t actually have any attachments to the characters so I might be stating things blantely. Another theory to why I believe the originals is “darker” than TVD.

This is because of Elijah. In TVD- Elijah helped all of his siblings. In the originals his character got a bit retconned.

In the originals, the entire plot-line of Elijah serving klaus was probably a perverted survival of the fittest ideology. Which he then subconsciously re-animate the trauma of not helping Niklaus , because deep down Elijah knows his reason was absolutely terrifying(self preservation).

I say re-animate trauma because Elijah says he too was “beaten without mercy.” So it’s not like he could’ve helped. But he had to convince himself he should’ve even though it wasn’t possible.

If it were possible than I would completely buy into it. But the writers explicitly say it wasn’t possible.

And because of that* he needed to devote himself to Klaus. Which makes sense because it is shown that Elijah is self loathing.( I can bring up examples if you want) And self loathing because he knows his facade is based on self interest and not nobility. They already say he isn’t noble and already pretends to be. And nobility is doing good for others without self interest.

And -I don’t know why but it seems like he pretends to love his siblings. Apparently he got rid of Finn because he wanted to be the oldest and the most respected in that manner. (The writers put this somewhere) . And he did so because … survival of the fittest.

And even Elijah’s actor admitted Elijah’s pretend love for his siblings.

In all honestly I don’t know why Elijah couldn’t love his siblings. The writers kinda just wrote it as such in the originals. -They hinted Elijah didn’t care about Rebecca’s happiness.

In TVD he wanted all his siblings out of the box . In the originals we see Elijah help Klaus out them there.

*saved Klaus from Mikael

BTW

(The entire klaus asking Elijah to run away with him when they were human -I don’t fully understand that,yet took the time to think about it)

Hi love, thanks for following!

Honestly, my biggest response to most of this is: poor writing. I could write a whole novel on this.

The CW is known for prioritizing ratings over the quality of the show and TVDU is no exception.

The Originals was definitely meant to be a darker show. They aged up all of the characters and focused more on the fight for survival rather than the teen romance we see in TVD.

So when I say the writing wasn't good at times, it's because the show let the audience drive it. Klaus was a favorite so they made a whole show around him and his redemption, often sacrificing the characters/development in order to push the narrative they believed would be most popular. So we see things like Kol and Finn's characters getting completely sidelined and Elijah being absolutely obsessed with Klaus when that wasn't the case for all of TVD.

I also like to think the writers intentionally made the Mikaelsons very biased in their storytelling, but it likely was just more inconsistent writing. But to me, it is more important to watch how they behave rather than what they say. Elijah and Klaus have a tendency to tell stories from the perspective of Klaus, discrediting even Elijah's own struggles/trauma.

I also think too much was put on Elijah at a young age. I see a lot of the fandom angry at Elijah for not protecting his brother when it is clear all of the siblings are just as terrified of Mikael as Klaus is. And I also would find it surprising if they all didn't receive some form of physical/emotional abuse from Mikael as children (remember Klaus was initially Mikael's favorite). But, as you said, Elijah and Klaus have convinced themselves that Elijah failed him as a way to shift blame from Klaus onto Elijah. Elijah is very much viewed as the parent of the family despite their parents' existence and even the failures of their parents are somehow blamed on Elijah.

I do think a lot of Elijah's attachment to Klaus was because he felt guilty for not protecting him better as a child. Childhood trauma has a way of sticking with you and can create a lot of negative trauma responses. But, in my head at least, it is also because that is his closest sibling. We see Elijah is born at a time of upheaval and depression in his family and is often neglected by his parents. To me, Klaus was likely the first person Elijah ever felt a bond with, ever felt love for/from.

I also think you are spot on with the self-loathing. People love to say Elijah pretended to be noble. But he never did. Others said that about him and he didn't necessarily correct them. Yet when we hear him talk about himself, he very much views himself as a monster (hence the red door). He is very aware that his entire motivation in life is protecting his family and he will cross any line to do so. He is also aware of how messed up that is. But this is exactly why you often see him as the one to volunteer to do the worst of the worst deeds. He is still attempting to preserve his siblings' redemption and, since he views himself as a lost cause, he continuously sacrifices his chance at redemption to save his family.

Now, where I think the show failed was how Elijah treated the rest of his siblings, especially Rebekah. I don't think he got rid of Finn to be the oldest (he never had an issue with Freya). But I do think he didn't move to save Finn because he resented him. Finn never protected Elijah, rather he often made things more difficult for his siblings. Elijah had to step up because his older brother refused to.

But I still don't buy that Elijah wasn't trying to protect his siblings for a thousand years. We only see about 1% of their life. But from what we can gather, Kol was locked up around 30-40% of the time and Rebekah was daggered for decades at a time. We don't know anything really about Elijah's experience with the dagger, but we know it has been used on him in the past. But like you said, Klaus asked Elijah to run with them when they were kids, but Elijah wouldn't leave the rest of his siblings behind. He prioritized all of his siblings, not just Klaus. So there was this shift in TO where Elijah was all of a sudden prioritizing Klaus over everyone else. They even apply it back to flashbacks, but it really makes no sense for the character we saw in TVD.

I think an aspect of him not protecting his siblings could be fear of Klaus or fear of isolating Klaus. He didn't act until Klaus had pushed him too far. But at the end of the day, it likely is just bad writing in order to prop Klaus up. The writers always wanted Klaus to have his redemption and didn't really care about the other characters. If no one believed in Klaus' redemption or fought for him, it would be harder to get the audience to fight for him. Klaus had to end up being the good sibling that they all loved so they had to sacrifice the one who actually made the most sense for the part.

Basically, in my opinion, Elijah loved his siblings more than anything and would have made any sacrifice for them. We see it through his actions (even if he's not always great at showing it) more so than the words/storytelling. He sacrificed himself countless times for them and would have died for them, not just Klaus. Unfortunately, the show was hell-bent on being centered around Klaus so we lost a lot of good character development.

** Side note, I don't tend to trust anything Daniel (the actor) says about Elijah. He did an amazing job with the acting but he very much did not pay attention to themes or overall storylines

is it just me or is jackson kenner a much better character than the fandom makes him out to be?