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things about Kai Parker that no-one talks about

↠ He spends twenty years in isolation, and is then blamed for being crazy.

↠ He is outcast, isolated and frankly, treated like shit his entire life for being a siphoner and then blamed for snapping.

↠ He has no idea how anything works, he missed 20 years of modern day technology development and political change.

↠ He was sent to the Prison World at age 22. I don’t care what anyone says, he was practically still a child.

↠ He was clearly abused both mentally and (judging by his fathers attitude) most likely physically abused for the way he was born, as if siphoning was his fault.

↠ He was raised with the knowledge that he was born to die for Jo, because he wasn’t as strong as her.

↠ He probably had a pet that he never got to say goodbye to.

↠ Any friends/associates he had would have aged and left him behind.

↠ He was raised in a family that hated him.

↠ He was always in his sister’s shadow for a nature he couldn’t change.

↠ I don’t care what anyone says, he clearly states that he had a ‘soft spot’ for one of his sisters, indicating he had feelings.

↠ He always had fucking feelings, and he was treated like they didn’t matter.

↠ Nobody would listen to him or help him.

↠ Nobody helps him adjust to modern life.

↠ He blatantly tried to help Bonnie, even if for selfish & confused reasons, by trying to kill Damon. He could’ve just siphoned her magic, slit her throat for the Bennett blood and left them both, he didn’t.

↠ He didn’t ever want to leave them there in the first place, because he knew how bad it was.

↠ He completed a fucking crossword and left a treasure trial. Low-key adorable.

↠ He was condemned for who he was after being born to die and refusing that fate.

↠ He was always made to feel like a burden of the family.

↠ Despite having a ‘soft spot’ for his sister, clearly showing he had emotions, he was always going to be the ‘bad child’.

↠ He was named ‘Malachai’ and acknowledged that everyone thought he was evil. Imagine being raised as ‘the evil child’ and then having to suffer for what they made you.

↠ He tried so fucking hard so apologise to everyone, and get what he wanted without hurting anyone. ALL HE WANTED WAS FORGIVENESS.

↠ Nobody made being good worth his while, so why should he be?

↠ I know he did bad stuff, I’m not saying the fact that he stabbed Jo and whatnot is okay, but you can clearly see that the person he is, isn’t who he wants to be.

If you ever have the nerve to tell me that Kai Parker is anything but a victim we cannot be friends. 

He was a child, condemned to a life sentence of pain and suffering for crimes that were not his fault.

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Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Shadow Summoner! Reader

Summary: Before he was a general, before the fold, Aleksander was just a young man in love. A young man in love with you and your spontaneous, effervescent nature. Today you’ve decided to take him on a picnic, and when rain comes to ruin your day, you decide to just keep having fun anyway.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t use any pronouns but reader is wearing a dress.

Edit: I just now realized that I used “Milaya” which is “sweet girl” in Ravkan. I’ve change the pairing thing now, i apologize lol.

“Y/n? I’m here!” Aleksander calls as he steps through the front door of your home. He hadn’t bothered knocking. You’ve known each other long enough now that he knows he’s welcome anytime.

“In the kitchen!” When he rounds the doorway, he finds you stood on your tiptoes reaching up towards the top shelf of your pantry. He chuckles at you and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

“Are you going to help? Or are you just going to stand there and laugh?” You ask, trying to reach a little further for the blackberry jam. You feel him come to stand behind you, one hand set idly on your hip as he presses you between the counter and his body. He grabs the jar without issue and sets it down in front of you but doesn’t back away. Instead, the hand that’s on your hip slides across your stomach while the other does the same, holding you flush against him while he peppers kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you, milaya.” He mumbles, warmth blooming in your chest as you giggle bashfully.

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It was excruciating being away from you for so long.” He turns you around by your hips and you barely have a chance to admire the coquettish smile on his face before his lips are on yours. His kisses are slow as he caresses your sides, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw while he savors the taste of you. Your fingers slip into his hair, brushing through thick, ebony strands before settling on either side of his neck. It’s getting a little long, just barely kissing his shoulders. You don’t linger on the thought for long, though, as soon enough, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hi.” You whisper and he beams at you, nudging your nose with his.

“Hi.” His volume matches yours as he pecks your lips once more before pulling back a bit to look at you properly, hands snaking around to clasp over your lower back to keep you pressed against him, “What have you got planned for us this afternoon?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, “Oh! I was thinking we could have a picnic at our spot.”

“Sounds like fun, though it looks as if it might rain today.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” You grin and he chuckles.

“I suppose not.” You take his wrists and attempt to escape his grasp but he just holds you tighter, peppering kisses over your cheek and the side of your neck.

“Sasha!” You giggle, trying and failing to scrunch your shoulder up to your ear to stop him from reaching your neck, “I have to finish packing up!”

He only laughs against your skin and you can feel the smile that accompanies it. When he’s had enough of his fun, he lets you go, lingering close while he helps you load all the food into a basket.

The trek out to the hill isn’t too long, but Aleksander still insists on carrying everything for you. It’s only the basket and blanket, but you still feel rather guilty.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’m alright, love. Promise.” When you huff and pout at him, he laughs.

“At least let me take the blanket.”

“If it’ll stop you from worrying your pretty little head over it, fine.” He relents, slowing to a stop to let you take the item from him before continuing on your path.

When you reach your spot, he sets the basket down and helps you lay the blanket out underneath the lone tree that sits atop the hill before spreading out the food.

“Are they good?” You ask tentatively as he takes a bite out of one of the jam tarts you had made from scratch.

His eyes close and he hums as he chews, licking a stray bit of jam off his thumb once he’s swallowed, “Delicious.”

You beam at him.

By the time you’re finished, the clouds have covered the sun and are looking a rather ominous shade of grey. The first few raindrops fall as you’re packing up your things.

“I think you may have been right about the rain.” You state, holding your palm out from under the cover of the leaves and up to the sky to watch a few drops wet your skin.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” He repeats your statement from earlier with a smile and you narrow your eyes at him through a bright grin.

“Excuse you, that’s my line!” He laughs as he folds the blanket and sets it on top of the basket, gasping when you suddenly take his wrists and pull him out into the now steadily pouring rain.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as you let go and twirl, skirts flaring wide as you giggle along with him.

“Dance with me!” You shout, holding your hands out to him. He takes them, twirling you again and stepping back, keeping his hold on your hand so he can pull you back to him when you drift too far. You break away from him briefly and throw your arms out on either side of you, welcoming the rain and letting it soak you through. And then you’re spinning again, wisps of shadow swirling around your form. They swish in tandem with your skirts and flow from your hands as you raise them from your hips to the sky. It’s like they’re dancing along with you, and you’re laughing and giggling and in that moment he wonders if you know how utterly enchanted he is by you. How much he’d give just to keep you like this, happy and laughing and safe.

There’s this sudden overwhelming urge to touch you, hold you, and he comes closer to hook an arm around your waist and pull your body towards him until it’s flush against his. He chuckles at the sudden shriek of laughter that escapes you before pressing his lips to yours. They’re cold and taste of rainwater and tarts. You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back, but still you hold his face between your hands because you’ll be damned before you ever refuse to kiss him.

“Stop smiling.” He says it knowing damn well he’s a hypocrite. He’s smiling just as wide.

“I can’t!” You giggle, resting your forehead against his and breathing in deep until your fit of laughter has finally passed. Bumping the side of his nose with yours, you brush your thumbs over his now frigid skin, “We’re soaked.”

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs when you swat at his chest.

You mutter a very much half hearted insult as you slip your hands down his front to lace them around his back, pulling your face away only to bury your freezing nose against the warmth of his chest. You feel him kiss your temple and squeeze you, hands smoothing over your back.

“Love you, Sasha.” Your voice is sweet and dulcet and saints, he swears that as long as you said it like that, he’d extinguish the sun if you asked.

“I love you too, Milaya.” It’s mumbled against your hair and punctuated by an affectionate squeeze of your waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this — to deserve you — but he swears that he’ll protect this moment and all the rest with his life. Come what may, he’ll be by your side, ready and waiting for whatever life has to throw at you next.

For now, he allows himself to relax; to hold you while the rain patters against the grass around you; to let you love him, just as he loves you.

Chapter 1

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There were very few people in her life that Arya could depend on, and one of them will always be Elijah Mikaelson.

So much to her chagrin when she saw him pinned to the door with a stake through his heart, she being angry would have been an understatement.

She knew that he was not dead and the stake had at its maximum only ruined a perfectly good and expensive suit.

Having traveled all the way to this abandoned mansion in the middle of no where, on her bike leading to her, being sore all over and most importantly being hungry, only to find her best friend temporarily dead annoyed her. So just like anybody would, she yanked the stake out of his chest.

"Oh come on, Eli wake the hell up. I am hungry. You know how I get when I am hungry."

She scoffed and turned around when she realized that he had still to wake from his beauty sleep. "I'll wait for another 5 minutes, if you don't wake up I am leaving and won't come back."

"You didn't have to yank the stake out you know." A heavy voice replied putting an instant smile on the assassin's face as she turned around and hugged him. 

"It's been long Elijah,  I thought you forgot about me."

"Oh please as if you are forgettable" the vampire replied. 

"Flattery won't get you anywhere Elijah, I am still mad about you not calling me for 2 years."

"Alright, I will get your favorite food for a week" 

"How about a month?"

"You strike a hard bargain, what about 2 weeks!" 

"Two weeks and you will try whatever I order." "Alright, you got yourself a deal." The assassin punched the air in victory.

"Now tell me how a sophisticated vampire such as yourself got stuck here, whilst you buy me food."

After hearing the entire fiasco of how, the assassin burst out laughing, "Oh dear, I missed it all, you got yourself staked by newbie vampires!, I should have come in earlier."

"Good to know that my pain amuses you", the original grumbled.

"Relax Eli, no one gets to ruin your suit and get away with it." 

Before she could continue talking, her phone rang, she frowned and scoffed when she saw the caller ID.

"Mr. Salvatore, to what do I owe this misery?" She asked amused that her so called "acquaintance" was calling her.

Elijah was curious, he didn't know about Arya's connection with the Salvatore Brothers.

"Arya, I need your help, there is a slight problem here at Mystic Falls."

"And why should I possibly help you Damon, I don't owe you anything."

"For old times sake, why don't you come here and help your buddy."

"Mighty of you to think that you are my buddy, anyway you would have to use the magic word to get me to help you." The assassin replied.

"Please, I need your help." Damon pleaded.

"Woah The Damon Salvatore pleading with a mere woman like me, you must be awfully desperate."

"I wouldn't have called if it hadn't been important."

"Ok whatever, give me sometime, I will be there. "

She disconnected the call without letting him continue.

Elijah sat back in his chair and asked "Didn't know your connection with the oldest Salvatore brother."

"I wouldn't call it a connection, he tried to hit on me 3 years ago in New York, it didn't work well for him and when he realized that I knew he was a vampire, he tried to attack and you know me, I have low tolerance for people who try to kill me, I taught him his place and somehow we became acquaintances." Arya explained.

"Now come on, we have work to do before I officially enter the Mystic Falls drama" She said as she got up.

"And what it is that we are going to do."

"All will be explained in due time, Mr. Mikaelson, now chop chop we are on a time crunch."

Elijah and Arya were both outside the café eavesdropping on Damon, Rose and Slater discussing why Klaus wanted to break the curse. 

"Honestly, what the hell happened to common sense and referring to books, any so called 'know it all of history of the supernatural' would know that werewolf's were around far longer than the vampires." Arya said rolling her eyes.

When the assassin saw Elijah getting up and taking a handful of coins she smirked know what chaos was about to ensue. After causing about a 100 dollar property damage she and Elijah left the scene as if they were never there. 

As they were walking away, Arya could see that Elijah was pondering about what they had heard in the café. "You know, you could go and see her" the assassin mused.

Elijah looked at her sharply, Arya raised her hands in surrender as she said, "You and I both know that you still have feelings for Katerina and that's ok, you deserve to be happy Eli, no matter how much of a manipulative bitch she is, if she what makes you happy then go for it."

Elijah looked away and shook his head. "This is not the time, we need to focus on the problem at hand."

"Whatever you say Eli, now lets deal with this Slater guy, why don't you call Jonas to help us find this guy?" 

Arya was leaning against the wall, hearing Slater talk with Rose, she knew that as soon as he hung up the call he would be dead.

She stood and walked over when she heard Slater questioning Elijah as to how he was able to compel him. 

"He is a special vampire" she said,  as she and Elijah shared an amused glance, knowing that this was the last anybody would ever see of Slater. She turned to leave as she heard the sound of a body hitting the ground.

The two of them walked away as Jonas questioned as to whether it was necessary to kill him. "Jonas, that was what I would call a necessary death, he served his purpose and is of no use to us, so it is best to make sure that you leave no loose ends, besides I have done far worse than what you just witnessed, Elijah made sure that he had a painless death." the assassin replied with a smirk.

"It's time to finally enter into the drama and something tells me that this is going to be epic."

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Game Night [KLAUS MIKAELSON]

Concept: Game night had become a recurring activity between you and the Mikaelson siblings since you began dating Klaus. One thing though: he’s a rotten cheater.

Requested: No

Warnings: Like a tiny bit of swearing, this one is just sweet :)

Word count: 3247

The highlight of your week never failed to be game night at the Mikaelsons’ Mystic Falls house where you’d been staying in your most recent days. Once a member of the group that everyone knew, the one consisting of the Salvatores, the Gilberts, Caroline, Bonnie, you know the ones who I’m on about, you’d soon after their arrival to Mystic Falls found yourself around them than not. Tensions had become high as soon as the group knew of your newfound friendship with the Originals as they couldn’t see past the front they put up and past the stigma they’d built up in their own imaginations, not even stopping to consider that half of the things that the Mikaelsons had done that were ‘so bad’ were things that your own friends had done before and hadn’t once batted an eyelid at but, for some reason, when it came to Klaus or Elijah, even Rebekah, it was perceives as the worst thing humanly possible. They also didn’t seem to consider that there was reasoning behind their actions; each one of the members had as horrible and dark a history as the other but nobody gave that a second thought. The hypocrisy really shone through with that mindset as, when it came to Damon, many of his justifications were that he’d had bad things happen to him but, if that were enough to justify him when he’d kill someone or do something to harm someone else, why was it not enough for the Mikaelsons?

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