🫧 | elijah mikaelson one shots

➳ yeehaw

Caroline was throwing a Wild West party and everyone in town was invited. Now this meant that I had to go and buy a costume since I don't own anything Wild West-related in my closet. 

It was nearly 8 pm, I had to be at Care's house in 10.

I got into my car, thankfully the drive wasn't going to take longer than 5 minutes. I mean I'd walk but it's freezing outside. Even for a vampire.

The music could be heard from outside as I pulled into the driveway. Wow, I certainly did not expect so many people to actually show up. This place was crowded.

I found Caroline with Bonnie, Klaus, Elijah, and Stefan.

"Hey girl," Caroline winks at me and I hug her. "You look sexy" Her comment made me smile. 

"You look delicious as well, no wonder Klaus can't take his eyes off of you" It was true. His eyes were glued onto Caroline from the very second I walked into this room. He was shooting invisible daggers at every guy who was checking her out, at least so far they're invisible.

"You should have seen how Elijah was just gawking at you," She winked and brought me over to the group.

A few hours later we were all sitting at a nearby couch and were playing truth or dare.

"Y/N." Caroline begins, "I dare you to go sit on Elijah's lap." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

I looked at Elijah who had a small smirk plastered on his lips. He made sure to lean back and spread his legs so I could sit comfortably and I am not lying when I say that my mouth started to water.

Today was the first time I had seen him wearing something else than a suit.

I sit down on his lap and his hands find their way on my waist. He pulls me in to make me sit comfortably, my back now fully resting against his chest.

"Elijah," I mumble and try to not distract the others.

"Yes, darling?" 

His voice was dangerously close to my ear. I shifted on his lap and I could have sworn I felt something pulse underneath me.

"Can you move your hat a little? It's poking my head" I scrunch my nose up apologetically, Elijah's heavy ganze burning into mine. God, his eyes, and his lips- 

"Of course," he removed one hand from my waist and the spot where his touch lingered suddenly felt cold. I wanted to yank his hand back on my waist.

He removed his hat but instead of putting it away or readjusting it...

he placed it on my head.

My cheeks immediately flushed bright red.

I knew the hat rule.

Elijah placed his hand back on my waist and turned his attention back to the game, but the smirk that was lingering in the corner of his mouth told me everything I needed to know.