Being the youngest Mikaelson wasn’t easy. You’d grown up with a family of powerful, centuries-old Originals – ruthless yet loving in their own complicated way. Klaus’s fury, Elijah’s quiet strength, Rebekah’s fierce loyalty, Kol’s mischief, and even Freya’s calm wisdom all felt both protective and daunting, always reminding you of the strength you needed to survive in their world. But, no matter what, you knew they’d have your back, each in their own way.

Tonight, you found yourself in the middle of yet another Mikaelson family quarrel. Kol and Klaus had gotten into it over some reckless stunt Kol had pulled. Elijah, as always, tried to mediate while Rebekah rolled her eyes, sighing that it was the same fight every time. Freya quietly watched over them, amused but ready to step in if things escalated.

Finally, they noticed you standing there, watching the chaos with a bemused smile. Kol turned to you first, a playful gleam in his eye. “Well, look who’s joined the party,” he teased. “Didn’t know you were brave enough to step into the battlefield, little sibling.”

Klaus smirked, that trademark glint in his eye as he folded his arms. “Careful, Kol. They’re more cunning than you think. The young ones are always underestimated, and we know how that ends.”

Rebekah crossed her arms, giving you a warm smile. “Ignore them, darling. They’re just overgrown children fighting for attention.”

Elijah stepped forward, his expression softening as he looked at you. “How are you holding up?” he asked gently. “It can’t be easy, keeping up with this family.”

Freya nodded, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “If you ever need help with magic or anything else, you know where to find me. You don’t have to handle everything alone.”

You rolled your eyes at the fuss, but deep down, you were grateful. Being the youngest Mikaelson meant you were constantly under watch, yet there was a comfort in knowing they would do anything to protect you – even from each other.