Requested by anon.
Actual Request: “Can you do, where the reader is the youngest Mikaelson and she’s seems so nice and sweet (and she is) (basically likes pink and dresses) but people are more afraid of her than Klaus?”
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“Yes, yes, yes…” you tell your victim. He’s a ripper in New Orleans and wants to taste your blood stash - tourists. “Of course I can understand your thirst for blood. But the thing I cannot understand and tolerate is… your thirst for what is mine.”
The Ripper tries to make a sound but since you compelled him not to do so, he just looks like drowning in his blood.
“What was that, again? The dress? Yeah, I know. It’s Chanel. I really like this candy-pink, if you ask me. Anyways, let’s get in this horrific business, shall we? Elijah and Klaus will be mad if I can’t make it to the dinner. Not that they’re gonna dagger me or anything but… Red doesn’t look pretty on my dress.”
You rip your victim’s heart out and leave him in the basement.
The dinner at your house is wonderful as always. But tonight’s guests aren’t that bright. Lucien and Aurora.
“Freya, can you please remind me why don’t we kill that bitch for what she’s done to Cami, again?”
Freya smiles and gives you a glass of wine.
“Because Klaus wants to skin her.”
“Oh, right. But tell me, my dearest Aurora, how is your brother? Is he enjoying the bottom of the ocean?”
Aurora tries to throw a knife on you but you catch it immediately.
“No.” you say calmly. “Do it again and I won’t wait for Klaus. You remember me, Aurora, right? You can remember how much I love to make a scene, right? I’m not Klaus, I’m not gonna make you nervous by keep you waiting and I’m not Elijah who can kill you in a blink of an eye. No, sweetheart, us girls we spend time together in my chambers and you’ll suffer for what you’ve done. Come on, please, throw this fork on me.”
Aurora stays silent and Lucien chuckles.