#elijah mikaelson headcanon
Request from @sluttylesbian4you: Hi, I love your elijah imagines so much can you do a Elijah x fem!reader fluff with a little baby pls thank you ❤️
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
You stand in the doorway, watching Elijah with your daughter. She’s a matter of months old, and she rests in his arms like she knows she belongs there – like she knows she’s loved by the man you’re proud to call her father.
You study the way he looks at her, appreciative of the way he let you lie in after being up all night with her earlier in the week. Elijah looks at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, a smile on his face and he hums what you recognize as your favourite song.
He’s always said she’ll end up a carbon copy of her mother, never saying it’s a bad thing. You start to see how that might happen as she smiles at the tune.
You don’t want to interrupt them, don’t want to disturb this perfect moment, so you stay silent for a little while longer, watching the man you love with your child.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come and say good morning?” Elijah never takes his eyes off the baby as he speaks to you, and you’re reminded of how he can hear your heartbeat, how he probably heard you moving about upstairs. You sigh, and walk over to him, wrapping one arm around his waist from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder.
The other arm brushes your daughter’s cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart.” You kiss Elijah’s cheek. “And good morning to you too. How was she?”
“Oh, we had a fair bit of crying, but didn’t take too long to calm down.”
You both stand there for a moment, in awe of the baby that you two created, of how perfect she has, how small she is, how delicate she is. She’s truly yours, and you’ve both said how you didn’t think it was possible to love something so much.
Her eyes close slowly, and at that, Elijah lowers her back into her crib.
It’s then that he turns and brushes his lips against your forehead. Your eyes close as he does so, breathing him in, reminding yourself that in spite of everything you’ve been through, every danger you’ve faced, you’re here, now, with him, with her, as a family. A bond that can never be broken, not really.
“I trust you slept well.” Elijah cups your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You lean into his touch as you hum in response. “Let me make you breakfast.”
“You really don’t have to, you’ve done enough today.”
“And you do enough every day, yet you still choose to do more.” You open your mouth to protest. “No arguments. You stay here, watch over her, and I’ll be back with breakfast.”
“And then what?”
Elijah smiles. “Well, that all depends on her, doesn’t it?” It’s not a dig, it’s a statement of love. Your lives now revolve around the baby in the room, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.
She’s Elijah’s baby.
She’s your baby.
And the three of you are the perfect family.
Request from Anon: Ok so I just had this idea and since requests are open I was wondering if u could do it XD ok so what if the reader finds out Elijah is a vampire and obviously he goes into the “im a vampire” speech expecting the reader to run and all that but instead when the reader finds out they are just like “nice :)” not even scared or anything I feel like that would be so funny and a big shock to elijah, u can make it as fluffy as u want :)
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
Elijah’s never been terrified before, never known a fear like this one. The fear that comes when you’re staring at him like you are now, having found him in his most primitive state. He’s always wanted to surprise you, always treats you on your birthday, but this is a surprise he didn’t want to give, and he doesn’t know what to do.
So he does the only thing he can, eyes never leaving you as he pulls out a handkerchief and dabs at the blood on his lip. He’s expecting you to run, expecting you to scream. The woman he loves has just found him as he was made by his mother – a vampire, a monster that should only exist in stories.
It’s as you’re looking at him, your eyes wide, that he realises he has to say something. He opens his mouth, and he hates the words that come out, hates how they sound. “Y/N, there’s something I have to tell you. I’m – ”
“A vampire.” Your words are coated in a tone of disbelief, and Elijah doesn’t understand why you aren’t more afraid. Any other person would be.
Then again, you’re not just any other person.
Elijah doesn’t expect the next word that comes out of your mouth, and he’s the one who gets the surprise when you speak. You look at him with intrigue, and a smile graces your face. “Nice.”
He wrinkles his forehead in confusion. “Nice?”
You walk over and kiss him on the cheek. “This doesn’t change anything, Elijah. I still love you.”
Elijah looks at you in wondrous exasperation. You never cease to amaze him, and the fact that you’re not even upset about his lies of who he is makes him love you more than he thought was possible. He’ll always be surprised by you, and he constantly looks forward to the next time.
That night marks the first Mikaelson family dinner that you’ll be aware of the fact that vampires exist. Elijah has spent the day explaining to you who he and his family really are.
Elijah’s eyes never leave you as you take your place next to him at the table.
His brother sits at the head of the table, and the hybrid – as you’ve just discovered – looks at you with a smirk. “So, Y/N. Elijah tells me you know the truth. Scared?”
You look back at Klaus with as much arrogance as he shows you, the two of you always trying to outdo each other in such a game. “Not at all.”
The hybrid smiles, before glancing at his older brother. “Hold onto her, Elijah.”
Elijah’s arm rests on the back of your chair. “Oh, I plan to.”
The dinner goes swimmingly, with Elijah and his family happy to answer any questions you may have. It’s the final one that reminds Elijah just why he loves you, and just why he always looks forward to the surprises you give him. Your question makes him laugh, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he sees how serious you are.
“Can you really turn into bats?”
