The Originals Imagines

Naked- Elijah Mikaelson

"No Bekah all I'm saying is that if Nik doesn't learn how to renegade by the end of the week, I'll sacrifice him just like he did with that annoying doppelganger." I explain to Bekah as we discuss which Mikaelson sibling would go viral on Tiktok first. Personally I believe Nik would. Even though I love Elijah, I have to admit Nik is kinda attractive.

"Well personally I think my little Hope would do very well," Bekah argues back, "Brother what do you think?"

I turn over my shoulder expecting Nik but am faced with Elijah. He smiles at me and Bekah before answering her question as poshly as he can.

"Well, I don't believe that my brother would want a bunch of teenage girls watching him dance. He'd most likely rather dagger himself. Or everyone that saw him dance."

Rebekah is about to respond before Elijah turns his attention towards me, his eyes softening.

"Do you agree, Mi' Amore?" I stare blankly at Elijah not focusing on his question at all, because of his appearance.

Elijah stands all in his glory wearing dark blue jeans, a white henley and unpolished hair. No suit in sight.

"You're naked." I say under my breath. Elijah not understanding me gives me a questioning look. I repeat myself more loudly now.

"You're naked! I can look at you like this! It makes me feel so wrong!" I exclaim.

"What Y/N feels so wrong?" God can't Elijah figure it out. I slap my hands onto my eyes blocking my view of the man in front of me. Bekah's laugh fills my ears.

"You really won't look at me because I look, so called naked?" Elijah sounds as if he's talking to a child. "I'll be back then." I open my eyes to find Elijah gone. But only for a second before he appears wearing a full suit set. A smile graces my features. I get up to walk to Elijah, before he gives me an odd look.

"I would've thought you'd like me looking more normal." I give him a confused look. "I just mean all of your friends' boyfriends wear younger clothes. Not old men's suits." Elijah looks down at his $3,000 polished shoes.

Holding his face, bringing his eyes to mine. "Why would I want young and hip? I loved your suits. It makes you look rich. Like you're my sugar daddy!" I explain to him. A confused look crosses his face which comes off when I peck his lips.

"You're my old man."

"I'm your old "Posh" man."