Your Klaus mikaelson getting off by thinking of you post *chefs kiss* could I get one with Elijah???
His to Protect
Summary: Elijah takes an interest in one of the girls in Mystic Falls. For once he feels appreciated and cared about, but he fears he’ll let his beast go too far if he takes what he truly wants.
Elijah had kept a professional relationship of sorts with the Salvatores and Elena. He made a deal, offered some benefits and gained what he needed.
But Y/N, she had no place in the deal except for being one of Elena’s loved ones. When he had saved the others, they still treated him with disdain. However, upon rescuing Y/N from the wolves, she’d continued to hug him tight. Arms up around his neck as she whimpered.
“They’re gone” he murmured, though his arms were still looped around her waist. “You’re safe…” his eyes fluttered, her warmth making his skin tingle beneath the suit.
“Thank you.” She whispered, slowly releasing his blazer and settling down onto her feet. Y/N glanced back, sighing at the sight of the werewolves dead across the floor. Yet somehow, Elijah didn’t have a speck of blood on him. Her hand went to his, and he could tell when he looked into her eyes that she was still scared.
“Let me walk you back home.” He nodded, leading her past the bodies, gently lifting her by the waist while he stepped over them. She stayed close to him, slowly becoming calm as they walked through town.
“You’re really strong.” She told him, her cheeks already a shade of pink. “Those wolves nearly killed Damon, I don’t know how you fight them all at once.”
“Fortunately, I’m a much more advanced vampire than young Damon.” He smiled, his eyes glancing just for a brief second to her lips.
“Because you’re an original?” Her head tilted as they came to stop outside her house. “How old does that make you exactly?”
“A little over a thousand.” He smiled, his hand letting go of hers. “So perhaps a year or two over your limit.” His eyes deepened when her cheeks got redder and she let out a laugh.
“Maybe” she scratched the back of her neck and stepped forward, hugging him once more. “Thank you, again.” Y/N smiled before heading into her house. Elijah lingered for a moment longer before vanishing into the night.
He had developed a soft spot for her. That much was obvious just from the way he spoke to her in comparison to the others. Elijah was happy to hear her out. When the others daggered him, he knew she had nothing to do with it.
That much was clear when they undaggered him. She was hugging him once again, apologising that it had happened him. Asking if it hurt, if he still hurt. Elijah enjoyed her warmth, the care radiating off her as if she’d known him for years. He hugged her back, holding her to him and breathing in her scent.
However, despite his centuries worth of self control, he could feel his blood rushing south. Slowly, he untangled himself from her and smiled.
“It’s late.” He nodded, squeezing her hand gently before releasing her. “You should be in bed so you’re safe.”
“I was gonna go stay with Bonnie, so she’s not alone down there.” She explained and though he liked how sweet and considerate she was, he didn’t want her being at risk.
“I’m sure Miss Bennett will be perfectly fine. I hear she has managed to engage in a ‘face-time’.” The last two words were said with a slight questioning tone that made Y/N laugh.
“Well…”
“I think it would be best if you were inside, where you’re safe.” He gently turned her to face her house. “Niklaus isn’t one to show mercy.” And because she trusted him, she went back home.
Unfortunately, Elijah wasn’t able to see her again until Damon woke him.
After showering, getting into a new suit and getting a hair cut, he made his way to her house. The door opened before he could knock making him smile.
“You’re back!” She beamed before hugging him again and taking his hand. “Come in!” She tugged him and the second his foot went over the threshold, he knew he’d be seeing a lot more of her. Visiting in the day…perhaps once or twice in the night to check on her. “Your hair looks nice.” Y/N reached up, her fingers gliding through it and messing up the style.
“Thank you.” He murmured, his eyes flickering to her lips again. She pulled her hand away slowly and smiled.
“Are you thirsty?” She asked and he suppressed a smirk.
“Parched.”
He sat quietly, accepting the glass of water and watching her sit opposite him. “I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother.” He sighed and she shrugged.
“He’s been a little troublesome.” She laughed and he shook his head in dismay.
“Has he hurt you?” He questioned and her head shook.
“No, he’s only really hurt Damon since he got back.” She shrugged and he chuckled.
“Well that’s…expected.” Elijah mused, “though I should warn you that I’ll be waking the rest of my siblings this evening. I hope your friends won’t face any more harm but I can’t promise their safety from all of my siblings.” He glanced down, slightly disappointed with himself.
“Elijah, you know that it’s not your job to protect everyone, right?” She asked and he fell silent. After a moment, she reached over to hold his hand, her fingers touching his daylight ring. “Do you all wear the same design?” She changed the subject but still showed the same amount of interest.
“Our mother made them shortly after we turned, when we realised the sun burned us.” He nodded, stretching his fingers out for her to admire it. But as he felt her gaze, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was looking at them and thinking of anything else.
“Do you like being a vampire?” She asked quietly and he looked to her, seeing the genuine curiosity in her eyes.
“I enjoyed being human.” He answered vaguely but she nodded with understanding.
“What was it like back then?”
“Different. Five of us had to share a room, we were struggling, but we were happy.” The furrow in his brow made her heart clench. Elijah was slightly surprised when she stood at his side, his hand between both of hers. “Now, Niklaus controls us with daggers and keeps us in coffins.” His throat cleared and he too stood. “I’m going to fix that tonight.”
“Good luck, Elijah.” She smiled and leant up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
He let her words ring through his mind once more as he pulled the last dagger from Finn’s chest.
Within a few days, he had personally pushed an envelope through her door, and sat patiently at home, carefully selecting which bow tie he would wear for the ball. Rebekah could tell instantly that he was trying to impress someone after he had changed the way his hair was brushed three times.
“So…what’s her name?” She pressed as he checked his tuxedo again.
“I should have a waistcoat.” He murmured and Rebekah rolled her eyes.
“You look fine, Elijah, now who is she?”
“Y/N.” He answered faintly and Rebekah beamed.
“What does she look like? What will she be wearing? Are you sending her a car? Are you going to meet her at the door?”
The questions were fired left, right and centre. Elijah’s head was spinning, his mouth failing to form any answers.
He did in fact, linger by the door, listening intently as people approached the door and quickly heading out when heard her thank the driver. In a flash, he was at her side and offering his arm.
“Well, I know they say you’re a gentleman but I didn’t expect all this.” She laughed, smiling brightly at him as he led them inside.
“You should expect higher of me.” He teased, welcoming her inside and shooting Rebekah a look when she immediately moved to come over. “You look,” he took a breath, glancing her over slowly before looking back to her eyes. “Exquisite.” He landed on, swallowing thickly as he felt his cheeks blush.
“Thank you.” She smiled, her hand coming to rest on his arm making him unconsciously flex the muscle. “You look lovely.” She squeezed the muscle lightly, her eyes glancing down at it when she felt how firm he was.
“I have to go to the stairs for my mother’s welcome but I’ll find you for the dance.” He promised, Y/N let him go and smiled as he kept glancing back, making sure she didn’t suddenly disappear.
Her hand was back in his soon enough, his hand tentative against her waist. Y/N slid her hand to his shoulder, admiring the fabric of his suit.
“So, how has it been with your mother back?” She asked and he offered a half hearted smile.
“It’s been a very long time…she’s spent her time on the other side planning out demise. I think it’s fair to say that I’m not entire convinced of her performance yet.” He explained, voice low and serious.
“Well you better not go anywhere.” She teased and he preened.
“Of course not.”
Elijah danced with her until almost everyone had left. Only then did he walk her back to the car, reluctant to let her leave but also not wanting to appear so forward as to ask her to stay the night. He wouldn’t want her in such proximity to his siblings anyway.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, his hand on hers still lingering. Y/N tilted her head, clearly waiting for something but when Elijah didn’t move she ended up leaning up herself to kiss him goodbye. Elijah’s hand came up to cup her face, his body stepping forward and pressing her back to the car. When her lips parted he felt the veins raise from beneath his eyes and his fangs ache. He pulled away, forcing himself to look away but her hands pulled him to look back at her.
He could see the slither of fear in her, though it was quickly masked as she kissed him again. Her hand against his chest made his heart soar but it also made him ravenous. Y/N moaned softly into his mouth as his hands held her tight, one hand grasping her rear making her gasp against him.
Elijah panted softly, turning his head away once again in an attempt to push his beast back down. “Forgive me.” He breathed, sliding his hand back up to her waist. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his cheek for a lingering kiss before gently pushing his arms away.
“Goodnight, Elijah.” She smiled, settling down into the car and looking at him through the window and the driver set off.
Elijah remained stood outside for a minute or two after, needing the cool night air to help settle him.
He thought it had, but once he was back in his room, looking at the fresh sheets he had laid just in case, he couldn’t help but imagine her there. Quietly, the door was clicked shut and he settled down into his chair at his desk. His gaze set on his bed just imagining her.
How she would giggle, smile at him. Nervous but eager.
Slowly, his hands pulled his trousers open before sliding under the waistband of his boxers. He shuddered at the touch; he hadn’t realised quite how hard he’d become. He handled himself gently, pulling himself out into the open air and picturing her sweet face. Her soft hands wrapping around him. Stroking shyly.
His eyes fell closed, allowing him to picture her smile, to hear her breathy words as her thumb would roll over his tip. Elijah’s hips stuttered up, but he reminded himself that he’d take his time with her. Let her explore. He teased his balls, wondering how she would fondle them, how tight she would grip his cock. If she’d dare to put it in her mouth. A groan left him at the thought.
The drawers beside him were opened hastily, a squirt of cool cream squirted into his hand before being spread generously along his length. He moaned at the wet sound when he stroked quickly, instead of her mouth, he craved her pussy.
The thought of her on top of him, thighs over his as she rocked her hips. He’d finally see her breasts, feel them against him, in his hands and his mouth. How tight her pussy would be, how hot and soft.
His hips thrust up without restraint, fucking his own fist viscously as he imagined her begging him to go faster- harder.
She’d let him on top of her, legs around him, perhaps even over his shoulder as he thrust deep into her. Elijah tried to imagine the sounds she’d make, how needy her moans would be when she came. Would she like it slow and intimate? Or would she let him turn her over? Put her on all fours and caress her hips as he took her from behind.
A desperate sound came out of him, his hand moving impossibly fast as I came across his floor, spurting thick, hot streaks across the carpet and imagining how she would cry for more.
After a moment, he released himself, sinking into his chair with a long breath. His cheeks went red, as if he were embarrassed with himself. He was, a little.
But that didn’t stop him from wrapping his fingers back around himself the next morning, wishing desperately that he had asked her to come to bed with him.
But soon, his attention was torn from Y/N and placed back on his family. His mother’s plotting and his siblings demises. Once their mother had fled, Kol and Fin disappeared too. Rebekah had decided to stay and Elijah did too, though this time he did not stay for Niklaus.
He was staying for Y/N.
