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Greetings, mon ami!

Now, Who wants to hear my headcanons of Koki!?

....crick....

Yeah, me too. Let´s start anyways!

Koki used to be a light heavyweight lifter, and when she´s carring heavy things she acts like shes practicing for a competition.

THIS WOMAN IS THE SASS ITSELF. ALL HAIL THE SASSY QUEEN.

She worked as a mechanic in her family´s garage until Chris proposed her to become a member of the Tortuga.

She was Jimmy´s neighbor back when she lived in Manhattan, but then her family moved to the south, and they lost contact.

It was a nice surprise when they saw eachother when they were applying to work in the Wild Kratts project.

Koki dosen´t use her last name anywere because she hates it (Maybe it sounds dumb or something?).

Tbh, it´s a miracle she didn´t quit. This girl was about to die MANY times.

But she´s happier here than in any of her other awfull jobs.

She can´t handle sour or spicy food.

She´s actually feral when nedeed to, and wont hesitate to punch.

Her grandpa taught her everything she knows about using tools. Thats why sometimes she may be using them in a very wrong, dangerous, and old timey way.

When Koki was looking at the curriculum to be a part of the crew, she realized that they might face poachers and unnfriendly fellas, so she learned to use a riffle to hunt them down just in case. Turns out there was a strict "No killing policy" (gee Martin, ok...), and she had to leave the riffle.

Her favourite dish is lobster. Just. Plain lobster.

She had a ton of part time jobs, such as garbage collector, light heavyweight lifter, delivery girl, clown for children parties, model for art students, Donita´s assistant before Dabio, her family´s garage mechanic, Tortuga´s mechanic... Wait what-

Yeah... She hates Donita with her guts, and not only because she´s an awfull boss and even worse designer, but allso because she had to do her dirty work (collecting her "materials", that she freed the moment Donita wasn´t looking, delivering her designs to her shady clients, etc) . Of course, she quited after not even a month.

But hey! She got to meet Martin and Chris!

She comes from a hardworking family, and I mean VERY hardworking. They would always be by her side when she needed it, but she had to work and put tears and sweat in her objetives, not a single peny lended.

That made her very resilient and responsible, but also a bit untrusting of others capacities and lonely.

She got better tho:)

Still needs to develop a culinary taste.

Martin´s - Chris´ - Aviva´s

Kalijah Sneak Peek!

These are some excerpts from an upcoming chapter in my Kalijah fic Redamacy! I'm posting this for my greatest source of Kalijah inspiration @umaficwriter since without their edits, I never would've been able to write a halfway decent story for these two.

Link to the fic(pls ignore how bad chapter 3 is😭) https://archiveofourown.org/works/53393533

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Katerina crossed her arms with a scowl. “Well I'm so glad that they've finally deemed me worthy of tolerance, but that doesn't mean I'm eager to play house. Honestly, Elijah, did you expect us all to become one big happy family?”

Realistically, no, but as always, he had foolishly, idiotically, hoped that somehow it would all come together in the end and he could have it all. Truly, he was a selfish creature.

Reading the truth in his eyes, Katerina's face softened, and she stepped closer to him again, smoothing the creases in his brow and soothing him with her touch.

Her tone was gentler, but no less honest when she spoke again. “I could deal with Rebekah, but Klaus took everything from me. I won't plot against him, but I'll always hate him. It's not fair of you to ask otherwise.”

Elijah sighed. Of course, she was right, and he knew that. He would never expect so much from her. It was just that he wished so much for better, perfect circumstances, but theirs was a world far from perfect.

He leant his forehead against hers, lightly brushing their noses until she smiled. “I understand, Любов моя. It was never my intention to suggest such a thing. I just don't want to be apart from you.”

“So don't be,” she whispered against his lips, the move so enticing he had to kiss her.

After a moment, he pulled away enough that he could see her. She was still smiling slightly, and it brightened his mood.

“Go with your siblings to New Orleans, take care of your family, and once everything is settled, give me a call. We'll go back to Willoughby, or we can pick somewhere new. Doesn't matter.”

He stared into her eyes, searching them desperately for signs of deceit. “You would wait? While I was gone, you would wait for my return?”

Katerina placed a hand on his face, tenderly stroking his cheekbone. “I love you, Elijah. I'll love you while you're gone, and I'll love you even more if you come back.”

Elijah pulled her into a deep kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist to press her as close as possible and attempting to pour his devotion into her through touch alone. He only separated from a breathless Katerina just enough to speak a promise against her lips.

“I will always come back to you.”

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“I made them a promise that I would stand by their side and protect her and the child. Niklaus is playing a dangerous game. One misstep and everything will be lost. I cannot let that happen. They need me.”

Katerina pulled her hand from his grip. “And what about your promise to me? What about us? What about you? What do you want, Elijah?”

His own eyes were tearing up as he looked at her helplessly. “You know I want nothing more than to be with you. I love you.”

She squeezed her eyes closed like she couldn't bear to look at him, her lips, normally so full of color, were pressed so tightly together they were white. He knew she was struggling to maintain her composure, and he could do nothing but watch.

When she opened her eyes, they were resigned. The look on her face was similar to when Kol had said he could no longer help her. It was disappointed acceptance, the heartbreaking stare of someone failed far too often. He was sure nothing alive had ever felt as wretched inside as he did while meeting that stare.

“I know. That's what's so sad, Elijah. You love me, just not enough.”

“I-”

“You are devoted to a fault. You've given yourself entirely to your family, and there's no room for anything else. That's not how I want to be loved. I won't spend forever coming second to Klaus.”

Like always, she unapologetically forced him to stare his greatest flaws in the face, made him study them in great detail until he had a new understanding of some fundamental truth of himself. However, this time, knowing wasn't enough to make a difference. He wanted to say he would change, that he would leave Niklaus to live his life however he chose and put his love for Katerina first the way she deserved, but he couldn't make that promise. He couldn't fully let her go either.

“Forever is a long time, my Katerina. I may not be able to give you what you deserve now, but I still intend to keep my vows. I will come back to you. It may take time, but even though I'm not by your side, I will never leave you.”

Katerina took a deep breath, blinking away gathering tears stubbornly. She linked her hand with his again.

“You do that, and I'll stand by what I said too.”

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His gaze swept over her body, drinking in every detail of her beloved form before settling on her fathomless eyes.

“I don't think I can say goodbye,” he choked out around the swell of despair in his throat.

Her face crumpled, and she breathed a watery sigh before stepping closer to him. She stroked over his brow with soft fingertips, looking at him with so much adoration and heartbreak.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered.

He did what she said without thought and felt the heavenly sensation of her plush lips against his. The kiss was soft, tender, a loving caress, and a promise of more. It lingered like a last kiss but held the hope of a first.

Elijah reached to touch her, wind an arm around her waist, and never let her go, but his hand cut through thin air. He opened his eyes, and she was gone, the press of her against his skin imprinting itself into the familiar places it once called home.

He blinked a tear from his eye, feeling it trail down his cheek as he stared at the empty space she just occupied and reacquainted himself with her ghost.

notes:)

I wrote this to be part of a big series I’m creating and I love it. It’s something I wrote in 40 minutes which is pretty good for me

It has some violence and character death so watch out for that

If you want to follow more closely of things you can go to my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Orange_Clouds/pseuds/Orange_Clouds

"You're a beauty, a luminary, in my face…," I jump to the song, waiting for the intense part to kick in. I've recently become obsessed with problems by mother mother; it has quickly turned into my favorite song. I had been pacing from corner to corner in my bedroom, hoping I'm not being loud enough to awaken my roommate. I'm doing a mix of skipping and jumping because of the excitement. I reach the corner my door is in and quickly touch my fingers to the wall next to it. I turn around and skip to the corner my bed is in and allow my leg to brush against it.

I give a wide grin when the lyrics I had been waiting for come in. "I've got problems…," I turn around and get ready to jump and dance only to give out a short scream. The smile of pure excitement I had on my face quickly dropped when faced with the face of a creature staring at me from my now cracked open door. I stare at the thing in horror and watch as its hand slides in holding onto my doorway. It reminded me of one of those guys in k dramas that put their hand against the wall to pin the girl. I almost laugh at that thought before quickly correcting myself.

From what I can see the thing is very tall and lanky. Having to bend down to fit itself in the hallway. It has at least one long spindly hand that's now breaking the wood of my doorway. Its face is very oval shaped and it almost looks like it's wearing a mask. I can see nothing of the body or legs but its neck is very thin; with it looking like a small branch. As I'm analyzing the rest of it something draws me back to its face. It's only then I notice what I assume to be saliva dripping down its face onto the carpeted floor.

I slowly reach up to pull down my headphones. I was hoping for it to be like a wild animal; meaning I was attempting to not make any sudden movements. With my headphones off I could now hear the growling and labored breathing coming from the monster. My eyes widened in fear, wondering how I was supposed to get out of the situation. My eyes suddenly shift over to the wall my closet is on. What happened to my roommate? Oh god. Did this monster already kill her? Eat her? Was I too busy blasting music that I didn't hear my own roommate, my friend getting killed? Or did she somehow get away? Or did the monster come to my room first? If it did I hope she has enough sense to run instead of trying to help me.

My eyes quickly jump back to the monster at the slight movement. The thing was slowly sliding itself into my room. My mind starts rushing, wondering what I should do at this moment. Should I try jumping out the window or throwing something at it and running around it? I didn't get to make a decision before I heard a whistle blow and the monster jumped forward at me. I scream and bring my arms up in an attempt to cover my face and chest, but that didn't help me. I scream out in pain as I feel its sharp claws dig into my arms and then my chest. I pushed my arms into its face to push it away but that only resulted in me cutting up my hands from the sharp teeth it apparently has. I feel the tears well up in my eyes from the fear and pain that I'm currently in.

I attempt to push out my legs to no avail before going limp; hoping if I don't struggle as much the thing would just get it over with and kill me. But of course that didn't happen. No. This things' giant hand instead grabs at my face to force me to look at my doorway. There I see my roommate. My eyes widen as more tears fall from them at the emotionless look on her face.

Oh.

I don't think she's here to help me.

That was the last thought I had before the thing squeezed its hand and everything went black.