elijah

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by PrettyLittleLana

by PrettyLittleLana

Imagine Elijah reacting to your new septum piercing.

"'Lijah!" I called out from the entrance of our new apartment. I enjoyed that new apartment smell with the new accessory on my nose. Nothing felt too different. I no longer felt any more pain on the drive home. Now all I could do was admire my new look. In fact I had sat in the car for three minutes just looking at different angles of myself with my septum.

Elijah and I had never talked about it. I had never brought it up with him. Rebekah told me Elijah was a very regal, old-fashioned man, but he would accept my choices for what they were. And you look damn hot, she added at the end.

"Y/N, honey, is that you?"

"Elijah, who else would it be?"

My fiancé turned the corner, wiping his hands on a cloth to get what looked like flower off of his long fingers and ring. As he walked, "Not even in the house for two seconds and there's already too much lip."

When he looked up at me, after fiddling around with cleaning his expensive ring, and his eyes widened; jaw dropped; hands went slack.

My future husband just stared at me, wondering what the hell was hanging from my nose. I didn't know whether to smile at him or just not even say anything at all. It wasn't until this moment that I actually started to worry about what he would say. What if he hated it? What if he told me he wouldn't marry me with that thing coming out of my nose? What if he regretted even asking me to marry him, and took back his love for me?

Was that too much of an assumption to make? Was I jumping way too far in conclusions?

Elijah still hadn't moved and it had at least been five seconds since he saw me. Time may have just been moving slow since I was holding my breath. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful features of my husband. His perfect hair and soft eyes and sculpted face and immaculate body and perfect personality. If I lost him to a stupid septum piercing, I was sure to become a nun.

Finally, I could no longer take the silence from him. Stepping foward, I put my hands on his chest.

"Elijah, hon? Speak to me."

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," was all he said before he pulled me in for a quick kiss. Then added, "Can you ever be not beautiful?" and then kissed me again. And then, "You're perfect."

After he stopped kissing me senseless, I was able to catch my breath and laugh. "So, I take it you like it?"

"I support whatever you want, Y/N," he told me, holding my face tenderly in his hands. "You're beautiful in everything you do. I'd just appreciate a warning in the future if you plan to get a teardrop tattoo."

"That's next on my list."

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