Hi! Hope you’re doing well!! I was wondering if I could request an Elijah Mikaelson x Reader enemies to lovers slow burn? Hit me with the angst and tension and feel free to add in the classic tropes like “who did this to you” for bonus points lol.
Genre: Enemies to Lovers | Angst | Slow Burn | Tension | Hurt/Comfort | TVD Universe
Summary:
You and Elijah Mikaelson were never supposed to be allies. You hunted his kind for years. But when a common enemy rises from the shadows of Mystic Falls, you’re forced to work together. Hatred turns into something far more dangerous—something that feels too much like love. Between blood, betrayal, and bruised hearts, the lines between monster and man blur until all that’s left is fire and longing.
Author’s Note:
Hi @lonelyghosts-stuff! Thank you so much for your request 💌 This one’s packed with angst, tension, and all the slow-burn chaos Elijah deserves. I included the “Who did this to you” moment, emotional wreckage, and reluctant tenderness that builds into something real. Enjoy the bite and the burn 💔🕯️
Darkness hummed before dawn in Mystic Falls, where monsters and hunters bled in equal measure, and trust was rarer than mercy.
It begins with a scream.
You’d heard plenty of them before—they were part of your work. But this one was different. This one came from someone you thought untouchable.
The alley behind the Grill was slick with rain and blood when you found him. Elijah Mikaelson, the ever-composed Original, was slumped against the wall, his once-perfect suit torn and darkened with crimson. His eyes flicked up to you, even as he clutched his side where a white oak dagger had nearly found its mark.
“Y/N,” he rasped, voice steady despite the pain. “You shouldn’t be here.”
You knelt, pressing a hand to his wound before you could think better of it. “And let you bleed out? Tempting, but I still need answers.”
He gave a faint smirk. “How delightfully human of you.”
“And how typically arrogant of you to think I’m helping you out of kindness.”
You hated how close you were. How his breath ghosted against your cheek. How even now, bruised and bloodied, he carried that same damnable composure that made your heart tighten with something dangerously close to respect.
You tore a strip of fabric from your jacket and pressed it to his wound. He winced, and you whispered, almost mockingly, “Who did this to you, Mikaelson?”
His eyes darkened, something old and furious flashing there. “Someone who will regret it.”
Thunder cracked through the night, as if the heavens themselves answered his rage. For a brief moment, you both just stayed there—your hand against his chest, feeling the unnatural heartbeat of a man who had lived a thousand years. You should have walked away. But you didn’t.
The next few days blurred into a strange alliance—filled with sharp arguments and quieter moments where suspicion gave way to uneasy trust. One night, while patching a map together, you teased, “You’re not as insufferable when you’re quiet,” earning a rare smirk from him. The truce began to feel less like tolerance and more like reluctant respect.
You told yourself it was temporary—that you only worked with him to uncover whoever had dared attack an Original. But the more time you spent around him, the less you believed that. Elijah moved like poetry written in blood—controlled, deliberate, and impossible to ignore.
You watched him handle ancient texts in the dim light of his study, each gesture precise. His jaw tensed whenever you ran into danger; his voice softened when he spoke your name. And yet, he was infuriating—lecturing on morality and honor, even as he slaughtered without hesitation when provoked.
Another night, while studying the map together, your fingers brushed his. The contact was fleeting, accidental, yet the way his gaze locked with yours made the air electric.
“You should rest,” he said quietly.
“I’ll rest when the bastard who came after you is ash,” you replied.
“Your loyalty is… unexpected.” His tone carried a weight you couldn’t name.
“Don’t mistake it for loyalty. I just want this over with.”
He smiled faintly. “Of course you do.”
By the end of the week, you often caught yourself reflecting on how strange the partnership had become—two enemies moving in rhythm. Between clashes, there were lingering glances, words unspoken, and a dawning sense that something irreversible was happening.
You had saved each other’s lives twice. Once, when a witch ambushed you in the woods—Elijah took the hit meant for you, his hand closing around your wrist as he muttered, “Run.” The second time, you returned the favor, driving a stake into a vampire’s heart before it could pierce his.
He stared afterward, something unspoken burning in his eyes. “You could have let it hurt me.”
“I could have,” you said simply. “But I didn’t.”
A quiet tension grew between you after that—charged, dangerous. You’d catch him looking at you from across the room, expression unreadable. When you finally confronted him, he only said, “I’m trying to decide if you’re my salvation or my ruin.”
“You’re assuming I can’t be both,” you shot back.
The night you finally snapped, the tension between you had stretched thin as a blade. Every glance, every argument, every unspoken word crackled in the air like lightning before a storm. You could feel your pulse in your throat—anger tangled with something dangerously close to longing. The rain outside mirrored the chaos inside the Mikaelson mansion.
“You think you’re better than everyone else,” you hissed, stepping close enough that your breath brushed his collar. “That you’re untouchable. But you’re just a monster dressed in manners.”
He moved faster than you could blink, pinning you against the wall. His breath was warm against your ear. “And you,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, “are a liar. Because if you truly hated me, you wouldn’t look at me the way you do.”
Your pulse betrayed you. You should have shoved him away. You didn’t.
“Elijah—”
He leaned in, lips almost brushing yours. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I will stop.”
But you couldn’t. The words died on your tongue. You closed the distance instead.
The kiss was fire meeting storm—violent, inevitable. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there as though afraid you’d vanish. You tasted blood and rain and centuries of restrained hunger. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours for regret. There was none.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you breathed.
“Then don’t give me a reason to,” he murmured.
The battle erupted without warning, chaos tearing through the night like shattering glass. Heat, smoke, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air, every sound sharp and disorienting. The coven responsible for the attacks had surfaced, and the fight was brutal. Spells cracked, fire licked through the trees, and exhaustion clawed at your bones.
When one of them got the jump on you, Elijah tore through the chaos, ripping the witch away before she could finish her curse.
He caught you as you fell, blood staining his hands again. “Stay with me,” Elijah commanded, voice breaking as he pressed a hand over your wound. “You do not get to die on me, do you hear?”
You smiled weakly. “And here I thought you didn’t care.”
His eyes burned red for a moment before softening into something heartbreakingly human. “I have never cared for anyone more.”
You reached up, brushing his cheek with trembling fingers. “You’re supposed to be the noble one, remember?”
He gave a strangled laugh that wasn’t quite humor. “Then let me be selfish this once.”
Your vision blurred, but you reached for him anyway. The same man you swore you’d never trust. The same monster who had somehow become your home.
“Then don’t let go,” you whispered.
He didn’t.
Later, when the dust settled, he stood at your bedside, his hands still trembling though he’d deny it. “You risked your life for me again,” he said softly.
“I guess I’m a slow learner.”
He smiled, faint and fleeting. “Or perhaps you’ve learned faster than you think.”
“Meaning?”
“That hatred, when tested long enough, becomes something far more binding.”
You looked up at him, exhaustion fading under the weight of what lingered between you. “Then what are we now, Elijah?”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, eyes filled with something dangerously close to devotion. “Something neither of us were ready for.”
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playing the grim reaper: part two; "i'd burn the world down, but i'd never let the flames touch you"
Summary: You are still upset about Kai's lack of response, so he decides to clarify.
TW: none, soft-ish!Kai Parker x reader, angst, fluff at the end.
A/N: hi!! I'm back. Big thanks to @light-the-moon for the suggestion that brought me back to writing on here. there is a quote on here, that i stole from my friend @ishiftrealites on instagram. have fun!
WC: 600 ish words.
You and kai hadn't talked in days, which was hard to do, considering you are the only two people in a desolate prison world. Still, you found a way. You decided to stay at another one of the houses in the area, The Gilbert's, a sign attached to their mailbox told you. Not a single word was spoken between you after you left the shower. You slept in different beds that night, and now different houses. The longer he waited, the harder you thought it'd be to forgive him.
You were thinking over the situation again, as you walked to a restaurant in town, The Mystic Grill. You made yourself a coffee, and took two small pastries out of the glass case, before grabbing a seat outside. You sighed at the sight in front of you. Two pastries. One for him, one for me. You stared at the convections in front of you for a few more moments.
Suddenly, Kai's hand took it off your plate.
"Hey! What the fuck?" You asked, startled.
"So that's what it takes for you to talk to me? Stealing a croissant?"
"I told you what i wanted from you, and you still haven't given it to me. So for all i care, i still haven't talked to you." Your tone was now stern and calm, you knew what you wanted- what you needed from him. You stood up to add space between you, but he stood up too, quickly closing the gap.
The silence hung for a moment, before Kai added, "You know I would never hurt you."
"I did, but then you didn't answer me. And still really haven't." There was hurt behind your words, that Kai seemed to catch. He took your hands into his own and replied,
"I wanted to be able to kill you. I want to be able to hurt you. I can do that with anyone else, " He paused, with a small chuckle, "Even my own family. But you..." His hand returned to your chin, lifting it to see your eyes, "I cant hurt you. I never could, never can."
"Kai..." You started, unsure of what to do. What if he was manipulating you? Or lying? Those possibilities hurt to imagine, but they were very real.
"I dont know how, or what it is, but i feel a... way, with you. Like i would sacrifice the whole world for you... like i could set the world to flames, but i'd never let the flames touch you" Kai lost eye contact, unsure if he'd like your reaction to his words.
"Kai, heroes are supposed to sacrifice me to save the world. Not the other way around."
"Well, I'm not a hero..." He paused, and regained his confidence, "But, you knew that the first time you kissed me, and the second, and everytime after that."
The silence overtook the conversation again.
"I'm trying to be good for you, because i know thats the only way you will truly love me, but i cant do that when you're not talking to me. You silence the voices that echo from my past telling me im not good enough. And i'm okay with that..." he paused, deepening the sincerity in his voice, "as long as i am good enough for you."
"Jesus, Kai." You run up to him, and kiss him, nearly tackling him. You pulled away for a moment, as you smiled on his lips, you quickly added "You know I'm a sucker for romantic confessions of love."
Summary: You joke with Kai about him killing you, but you start to wonder if he'd actually kill you. he's just joking... right?
A/N: currently going through a Kai Parker phase, and there isnt much out there for him~~ (also im sorry for the inconsistent posts, i have like 20 drafts)
TW: angsty, mentions of death, SFW shower scene??, quick mention of killing people :)
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“Hey! I need to use the shower!” Kai said, in between knocks on the bathroom door.
“Too late,” the shower kicked in, as you started to get out of your clothes from the day, “I’m hopping in now, you can have it in like... 15 minutes."
“I thought you showered yesterday-“
“I did,” you step a foot into the shower.
“Then why do you need to clean off?” Kai asked from within the bathroom
“What the hell Kai-“ you responded as Kai poked his head behind the shower curtain, “to relax. thanks to you, i’ve had a very... eventful, day.”
“why can’t i relax too?” Kai stepped into the shower, as you turned to wash your face.
“because... you relaxing, un-relaxes me,” you turned to meet a smirking Kai, already in the shower. “I swear-“
“I swear what, sweetheart?” the condescension rich in every word.
You mocked him, “I’ll tear out your spleen, you can survive without a spleen.”
“Wow that was cold-“
“Not from over here.”
“Give me some of the hot water!” he whined, sounding like a child.
“Fine,” you shuffled to the cold corner of the shower, “i’ll stand here- alone... cold... sad...” you added puppy-dog eyes for extra effect.
but- you would be lying if you said Kai didn’t look extraordinarily hot, with the water running down his face. highlighting every curve and crevice... god he was hot, not that you'd let him know that.
“Here you go- And next time, keep it in your pants, i could see you drooling” he teased, ending it with a smirk.
"yeah uh huh, i'm MADLY in love with you." you said sarcastically, with just a little too much truth behind your words," if you ever drown me- it better not be in cold water because this sucks"
"top 3 ways to die, go!" kai challenged.
"Carbon Monoxide Poisoning, In my sleep, or death by bear."
"death by bear??"
"yep"
"okay i guess that's the way I'll kill you..."
"I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet, to be honest."
"me too." he earned a chuckle from you.
“But seriously, Kai. " you choked out between laughs, changing the tone with your next words, "Would you kill me?” he smirked, his smile dropping when he saw that you were serious.
“Cause of death- up to you... but, would you kill me?” you asked again, trying to lighten the thick tension.
After a few minutes of silence, Kai staring off in the distance, and quiet hair washing, you turned the water off abruptly. Kai seemed alarmed by the rapid change in temperature, but he adjusted quickly, still getting lost in his own thoughts.
“I can't say it's not disturbing how long it's taking you to answer. I know you know the answer, you just have to decide whether you’ll lie to me, or yourself.”
You grabbed the towel and stepped out, leaving Kai still in the cold remnants of a shower, thinking about your words.
you start to dry off, and Kai slowly stepped out of the shower. he stood, towering, in front of you, a finger holding up your chin, “do you like me?”
“do I like you?” you repeated.
“do you have romantic feelings, for me-“ he asked, his face plastered with seriousness.
“i did...” he smiled, “until you took ten minutes to answer.”
“do you still-” his finger no longer propping up your chin, but pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "...like me?"
“you’ll have an answer after i have mine.” you pushed away from his hand, walking out of the bathroom, his question still lingering in the air, and the both of your minds.
2nd A/N: thank you so much for the support! it means the world. please comment if you want a part 2, i'll probably do one anyway. all the follows and notes mean a lot, thank you. also, do you guys (gals, and nonbinary pals) want a tag list??
