I PUBLISHED THIS ONCE ALREADY BUT I WAS TOLD THAT IT CAN'T BE SEEN BY SOME PEOPLE, INCLUDING MYSELF SO I PUBLISHED THIS AGAIN. SORRY IF IT'S TWICE IN THIS BOOK NOW BUT I CAN'T SEE THE FIRST VERSION ?? SORRY, BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY !!

somehow my elijah imagines always end up long af

no but i loved writing this,, and i started rewatching season one of the originals and although i was already head over heels in love with elijah, it got 100000000 times stronger again and now i'm just sitting in my bed with a bucket of ice cream and wondering what did i do to deserve this. and with this i mean being hopelessly in love with someone i will never meet ok ok thank you so much

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Imagine Elijah making you feel insecure and bad about yourself but he makes it up afterwards

There was something about Elijah Mikaelson that always made your heart flutter and turned your knees into pudding. Since day one, since you and him bumped into each other on the streets of Mystic Falls, you had felt so much towards him. It was a rather lovely meeting - sure you were a blushing awkward mess, trying to comprehend his flawless face, gorgeous smile and the body hidden by a fancy suit. He was perfect, or at least at first glance he seemed like it. Though when you got to know him, he turned out to be even more perfect than you had thought.

You weren't the only one who had grown hopelessly fond of the thought of his lips on yours or his fingers intertwining with yours. While you could only remember blushing and rambling and apologizing, Elijah had been completely in love since he first looked at you. He could only smile, listen to you explain until he cut you off and told you it was his fault. Then he apologized, and wished you a fantastic day before walking away from you.

And when you turned around to see one last glimpse of him, he was nowhere to be seen, already gone.

You did meet him again, and you got to know him and before you understood how deep your relationship had grown, you and him had your first kiss. For so long, Elijah had been giving all of his attention and time to his family, and he had been afraid of falling in love and introducing a wonderful girl like you to the dangerous world he lived in. But he grew too fond of you, he fell in love, and you admitted your feelings to each other and he vowed to protect you. Always and forever.

"Y/N dear, we are supposed to be at the event in twenty minutes. Would you be kind enough to get dressed, for me, love?", Elijah's smooth, always so breath-taking voice rang through your ears as he entered the bedroom while his hands worked on the tie hanging on his neck. Your eyes moved over to him and as they locked with his, your stomach did a flip - he would never cease to impress you with his good looks and charming smile which curved his lips up in the most endearing possible way.

"Yes", you cleared your throat, "of course." You got up from the bed you had been sitting on for the past half an hour, thinking about you and Elijah and how far the two of you had gotten already, and hopefully, much more was to come. Your feet moved you to the closet where you started to look through dresses, searching for the right one to put on for a party that an old friend of the Mikaelsons, Marcel Gerard, had decided to arrange to celebrate the return of his mentor Klaus.

New Orleans differed drastically from Mystic Falls where you had lived since your birth, but when Elijah suggested that he could take you to New Orleans, you couldn't say no. So much was going with Damon, Stefan and Elena, you didn't feel like being a part of it so naturally you went with your boyfriend. Things were peachy for you and him, and you were going to spend every possible second by his side.

You found a lovely dress that you hadn't put on in ages, but it was a beautiful one so you undressed from your casual clothing and slipped it on. It was a bit tight because of the lack of usage, but you managed to put it on and when you looked at yourself from the mirror, you were quite happy with the sight. The dress was proper, somewhat flattering and sexy but appropriate for the ball Marcel had invited you and the Mikaelsons to.

A smile tugged up your lips while you smoothed down the Y/F/C fabric and turned around then to see Elijah who once again walked into the room he had already left to style his hair. In your opinion, it was always gorgeous, but now, it was slick and fancy like you had seen it be in some pictures of Elijah and Klaus from 1919. Before you could say anything, a chuckle left your boyfriend's mouth as he walked past you and towards the mirror while buttoning his jacket.

"That dress, darling? On you? With a body like yours?", he questioned your choice, shattering your heart entirely. He seemed to just shrug his wording off, which only hurt you more - he wasn't usually mean or insensitive, which meant that you must have looked absolutely revolting in that dress.

You could feel tears burning your eyes, aching to drop onto your cheeks and so they did when you started to walk to the bathroom. "Go without me, then", you managed to whisper as you entered the bathroom and then quietly closed the door behind you and locked it as well. You didn't want to see Elijah, or more like, you didn't want him to see you.

While sometimes you expressed your unhappiness by being aggressive, yelling, throwing things and slamming doors shut so hard the windows shook, you could be quiet too. Quiet, sad, unwilling to speak or do anything. And from those two, the latter one was more heart-breaking and it didn't take long for Elijah to understand that you were upset. With you behind the locked door, sniffling and trembling, he knitted his eyebrows together and in concern he walked to the door and knocked on it lightly.

"My love, is something wrong? Please open the door, Y/N?", he begged, his voice so gentle and kind it just made you cry more. He was this sweet, lovely, amazing guy but not even he could hide how he thought of you. You sometimes did in fact struggle from insecurity and attempted to hide your body but he had made you feel beautiful and for a long time now, you hadn't felt the need to hate yourself. But if Elijah, your precious, dear Elijah, couldn't call you beautiful in that dress, your walls broke and you were completely defenseless.

"Y/N?", he asked again, his voice fragile and near breaking. He never wanted to see or hear you in sadness or pain, and he couldn't even imagine that what he said caused you to cry. He didn't understand what he said, he could never hurt you, it would never ever be his intention yet there you were, crying all because of him.

"Go away, 'Lijah", you muttered, "you have a party to attend", before locking your ears so you wouldn't hear him beg anymore. You knew that you'd break eventually and let him in, and you didn't want to - not this time. You just wanted to take off the dress and go to bed and never get up. You didn't want to go to any stupid parties, you didn't want to go anywhere ever again.

So you sat there, your fingers in your ears and your body rocking back and forth while tears continued to stream down your face. For an hour or so, you cried and attempted to comfort yourself but with zero results. Then, you got up, believing that Elijah was long gone and partying with his siblings, but as you unlocked the door and left the bathroom, you saw your boyfriend getting up from the floor where he had been sitting, resting his back against the wall ever since you told him to go away. He didn't though, he would never leave you when you were in such state, he waited it out and hoped that you'd finally come out. And you did.

"Darling", he breathed out, his fingers touching your arm gently as he got up and stood face to face with you. You took a step back, not wanting him to touch you, while your eyes avoided his. Elijah looked confused for a second, but then he put the pieces together and understood that you were insecure. That you were feeling ugly, horrible and that you didn't want him, or anyone else, or even yourself to see or touch your body.

The look on his face softened as his heart broke. You were his girlfriend, and it was his job to keep you positive and allow you to think that you were stunning in your own ways, and evidently he had failed. A sigh escaped Elijah's mouth, a sad one, as he walked to you, carefully trying to lock eyes with you.

"Y/N. Do not let the thoughts get to you, lovely. You are beautiful, and if you think otherwise, forgive me, but you are wrong, my love. I have never seen someone as divine as yourself, and whoever has made you feel--", Elijah began explaining, but you stopped him.

"You."

Elijah let out a surprised sound, and asked for you to repeat your words which you did. You looked up, and with your sad eyes, you stared at him and spoke, "you", again to make him understand that it was him who made you this upset. Unbelievable heartache swallowed him up and his face was painted with pure sorrow, and hate towards himself. Out of all the people in the world, in New Orleans, in his house, he was the one who made you cry?

"M-Me? Love, what did I do? Oh my-- Darling, whatever I said or did, it wasn't my intention, I gave you my word - I will always protect you, keep you happy, and I will never hurt you. Please, tell me, what I did wrong and I will spend all my days making it up to you, sweetheart", Elijah said, struggling with believing that he hurt you, that he ever did something to cause you pain and sadness. His world crashed down at his hands, his heart broke and his throat ached as he swallowed salty tears to keep himself from crying.

"You apparently disapproved my dress. Which is why I asked you to go without me. I liked this dress but you didn't, you just chuckled and questioned my choice. I'm sorry that I don't look good enough for you, Elijah. I don't want to embarrass you and that's why I told you go alone. You'd be ashamed of me, right?", you stated quietly. Elijah shook his head, and he pulled you into a hug which you accepted. His strong arms embraced your body, and you felt discomfort but you wouldn't for long.

"I am not ashamed of you, my dear. You're perfect. Forgive me for saying such things, I do not know why I did it - you look flawless. Too flawless. Perhaps I was afraid that you'd be stolen from me during the evening, and I would not like anyone else's hands on your gorgeous body", Elijah muttered and placed his hands on your hips as he looked down at you. You smiled weakly, and let him set his soft lips on yours. It was a salty kiss because of all the tears, but it was perfect nonetheless, loving and intense enough.

"You are beautiful, Y/N", he whispered. That was all you needed and wanted to hear.

"My apologies for my rude behaviour. You deserve to be treated like a queen - my queen. Now, I believe we have wonderfully missed the beginning of the party but we could still go, if you'd like. And please, do not change the dress, it is stunning on you", Elijah spoke, making you feel better and better by the second. You smiled and nodded, agreeing on going to the ball which you did, together like was planned all along. After fixing your make-up, of course.

At the ball, Rebekah and Klaus chuckled at you two. Together they snickered, which was an unusual sight and caused both you and Elijah to raise an eyebrow.

"Look who finally made it. We were quite certain the two of you got stuck in bed, if you get my hint. I wouldn't be surprised though, Y/N here looks absolutely marvelous", Klaus spoke and nodded towards you. You chuckled, and thanked him while a hint of pink covered both of your cheeks. It made Elijah smile, he loved seeing you happy again.

"No", Elijah let out to answer Klaus, "that will happen afterwards", earning a shocked look from you. He never spoke of the intimate side of your relationship in public, but you couldn't help but admit it that it made you feel nice.

"I will make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, since that is indeed what you are", Elijah whispered to your ear, making you blush. And his siblings heard him well, but maybe he intended them to. At least now they knew what to expect from the night back at home.

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I KNOW YOU'RE SAYING YOU DON'T WANNA HURT ME,, WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD SHOW A LITTLE MERCYYY

elijah is one of those people who goes from a precious cinnamon roll to a fucking sinnamon roll in like 0.003 seconds and i love it ok in fact i love it so much i can't breathe and i just want to scream and jump off a cliff why was this character created thanks so much for ruining my life,, ok jk i love you never leave never go i need you in my liFE BYE

MY HEART'S ALREADY BREAKING BABY GO ON TWIST THE KNIIIIIIFE