You and Elijah were good friends, great ones even. He’d listened to you many times and let you cry on his shoulder about your ex-lovers, every time imagining how better he’d treat you if you’d finally reciprocated his subtle flirting and allowed him to date you. However, he knew you weren’t a risk taker, and romantically pursuing a Mikaelson is a very large one.

Despite this, he’d still get spouts of jealousy from time to time, so when you told him about and asked him to help you prepare for a date with a sexy with new werewolf you’d met from the bayou, he happily accepted. All the while, he enacted a plan to ensure the date didn’t go well.

It only took a few compelled humans and an angry werewolf to completely soil your date, causing you to storm out on him. Feeling a bit dejected, you pulled your phone out to call a taxi service home, but a familiar voice rung out. “Going home?” Elijah feigns innocent, walking up to you from out an alley. “I thought your date was going to be until the early hours.” He sounds empathetic, but is giving you a knowing smirk.