People Love To Act As If Elijah Was Their Parent And Yes, To Some Extent He Was (it Was Even Said By

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

Klaus got a vasectomy y'all

"Elijah and Cami came in the way of klayley"

Klaus took an interest on Cami way long before she did, if he didn't stay away why would she, Hayley fell in love with Elijah probably the first month of her pregnancy and Klaus and Hayley never looked at each other romantically, not to talk about the fact that it's canon she was scared of him in s1

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.

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