Multi-Fandom Imagines

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: You're hurt and don't know where else to go.

Warnings: Just mentions of blood and injuries

Author's Note: So I was not expecting Wednesday's post to do as well as it did and I have already been asked to do a part two for it so I will post that tomorrow and I am thinking of doing a part three and four. But anyway on to today's post.    

I stumble down the New Orleans streets clutching my side as blood falls into my eyes partly blocking my vision. I let my feet carry me until I come to a stop outside the Mikaelson mansion. I let out a sigh of relief as I made my way up towards the house.

I stand in front of the door and with great effort I raise my hand and knock. I wait a few minutes before I hear some movement on the other side of the door. The door opens and I see Elijah standing on the other side of it. I say, "I'm sorry it's late but I didn't know where else to go." He steps aside and I walk into the mansion. 

I follow him through the house until we get to the living room. I carefully sit down on the couch as Elijah says, "I'll grab the first aid kit." He speeds off upstairs and returns a few moments later. 

He pulls a chair over and sits in front of me and opens the kit. He carefully cleans each cut being more careful on the deeper ones. Once all my obvious and smaller injuries are cleaned and bandaged and move my hand from my side and his eyes widen as he takes in the giant gash on my side. He sighs before moving forward and asking gently, "May I?" I nod and he takes the shirt and rips it down the middle. 

The side that's not covered in blood comes away easily while the other side needs to be loosened with water to get the shirt away from the gash without just ripping it off. Elijah grabs the needle and thread. He looks into my eyes as he carefully plunges the needle into my skin his face a look of regret. 

By the time the gash is stitched up I'm pale and sweating and on the verge of passing out. Elijah bites his wrist and holds it out to me I shake my head. But he says, "Come on I know you don't want to but it will help." I reluctantly open my mouth as he puts his wrist to it. As soon as his wrist is against my mouth a metallic taste hits my tongue and I do my best not to spit it out. 

Once he's satisfied he pulls it away and helps me stand from the couch. I sway for a moment and wait for the room to stop spinning. Elijah picks me up and carries me upstairs before placing me on the bed in one of the guest rooms. I look at him through half-lidded eyes as he says, "It's okay sleep love. I'll watch over you." And with that, I fall asleep. 

The next morning I wake up in an unfamiliar room and I looked around panicking until I hear a familiar accented voice say, "You're okay love." My eyes land on Elijah who is standing in the doorway. 

He comes over to the side of the bed and asks, "How are you feeling this morning?" I reply, "Little sore." He reaches forward and lifts up my shirt to inspect the gash on my side before dropping the shirt back into place as he says, "Well that should heal on its own in a few days." I nod at him before he stands and sits next to me on the bed. 

I stare down at my hands before I say, "I want to thank you for last night." Elijah simply says, "Of course. I hope you know you're always welcome here no matter what time it is." I smile to myself at his words. Before I can say anything he continues, "My brothers and my sisters enjoy your company." I let out a light laugh. 

I turn my head to look at Elijah before I ask, "You've been so kind to me. Is there anyway that I can repay you?" I watch as he freezes for a moment so brief that I wonder if I've imagined it. But he takes a deep breath before he says, "Yes. Would you like to go out to dinner with me?" 

I stare at him with my mouth agape never in a million years thinking that the oldest Mikaelson would ask me out to dinner. Once I get over my shock I say, "Yes I would love to go with you to dinner." 

He gives me one of his rare smiles as he stands up and says, "Well then be ready by seven love. And wear something nice." Before walking out of the room.