#elena (diego's birth mother)

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The Umbrella Academy Story of The Mothers (2/8) umbrella edition: Elena

(TW: childbirth, vomiting, convulsing, and there’s also a mention of the Virgin Mary which is meant to be played rather comedically)

October 1, 1989. Tijuana, Mexico. 22 seconds before noon.

Elena Guzman, a young Mexican woman in her early twenties, worked at a restaurant called "Coco's Kitchen" in Tijuana. It was a small, family-owned business that specialized in authentic Mexican cuisine. On this particular day, Elena arrived in a good mood, whistling a merry tune as she made her way to the back of the restaurant. She was about to begin her shift when she heard her friend Beatriz whisper something to their boss, Mr. Ruiz.

"What did you say?" Elena asked, concerned.

"Oh, nothing important," Beatriz replied, looking away. "It's just...well, you know Mr. Ruiz. He gets these ideas in his head sometimes."

Elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Like what?"

Mr. Ruiz, a portly man in his late fifties with a bushy mustache, cleared his throat and beckoned her over. "Elena, I need you to do me a favor," he said, his voice low. "There's an order for chicken pozole that came in. I need it to be extra special. Can you make sure it's done right?"

Elena frowned. "Of course, Mr. Ruiz. But what do you mean by 'extra special'?"

Mr. Ruiz lowered his voice even further, glancing around to make sure no one else was nearby. "I've got a...special customer coming in to pick it up. Just make sure it's extra spicy, with a few extra surprises." He winked at her, his expression a mix of mischief and nervousness.

Elena felt a chill run down her spine. "Extra spicy?" she repeated cautiously. "You mean, like, extra hot chili peppers?"

Mr. Ruiz smiled. "Oh, no, my dear. I mean extra hot. The kind of spicy that'll make them forget about everything else in their lives."

Elena felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew exactly what Mr. Ruiz was implying. The restaurant had a reputation for being a front for the local drug cartel. Orders like these were usually placed by their most important customers: people who were willing to pay top dollar for a taste of the exotic and dangerous.

"And Beatriz, the kid at table six is throwing a birthday party for his little sister. Make sure her meal is extra special, too."

Beatriz nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Of course, boss." She turned to head back to the kitchen, but not before glancing over at Elena. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that exchange, they silently acknowledged the weight of the task that lay ahead of them.

Elena made her way into the kitchen area as the lunch rush began. The air was filled with the sizzling sounds of meat frying and the aroma of spices and herbs. She quickly got to work on the special order for chicken pozole, making sure to use only the freshest ingredients and extra hot chili peppers as per Mr. Ruiz's instructions. As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and unease. She knew that whatever was in that dish was going to have a profound effect on whoever was going to eat it.

"How’s the tres leches cake coming along, Prima?" Elena asked Beatriz, who was carefully whisking together a mixture of egg yolks, sugar, and milk for the birthday girl.

"Almost done," Beatriz replied, not looking up from her work. "Just need to bake it for a few more minutes." She glanced over at the pozole pot, which was simmering on the stove, filling the kitchen with its spicy aroma. "You sure you're okay with making that special batch for Mr. Ruiz?"

Elena forced a nod, even though she was far from reassured. "It's just another order, right?" she said, trying to convince herself more than Beatriz. "We've done this before, and we'll do it again."

Beatriz smiled sympathetically, reaching out to squeeze Elena's arm. When suddenly, Elena's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she struggled to get back on her feet. "I'm fine," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible over the din of the kitchen. "Just...dizzy for a second."

But Beatriz could see that Elena wasn't fine. Her eyes were glassy, and she was sweating profusely. "Hey, you don't look so good," she said, concern etched into her features. "Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

As Elena made her way over to a nearby stool, her insides churned uncontrollably. She bent over, retching violently, and then doubled over in pain as her abdomen clenched. "Oh God," she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "I don't feel good at all."

As the clock struck noon, Elena felt another wave of nausea wash over her. She barely managed to make it to the kitchen sink before she began retching violently again. The pain in her lower abdomen was intense, making her cry out in agony between heaves. Her body was wracked with convulsions as she vomited bile into the sink, the smell of chicken pozole filling the air.

"Elena, what's wrong?" Beatriz asked, rushing over to her side. She gently placed a cool, wet cloth on her forehead, but Elena barely registered the gesture. "You're burning up," Beatriz continued, her brow furrowed with concern. "I'm calling the doctor."

As Beatriz dialed the number, Elena fought to catch her breath, her vision swimming. She leaned over, clutching her abdomen as another wave of pain washed over her. "It hurts," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what's wrong."

"Do you want me to get you a hot compress?" Beatriz asked gently, her voice soft and soothing. She didn't want to alarm Elena any further, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency building inside her. The sickness in Elena's eyes was unlike anything she had seen before, and the way she was doubled over in pain was truly heartbreaking.

Valentina, another coworker, hurried into the kitchen, her face pale with worry. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Beatriz looked up from where she was supporting Elena, who was now lying on the floor, her eyes closed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I called the doctor," she replied. "They're on their way."

Valentina nodded, her gaze darting around the room. "Should we get her comfortable?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Do you want me to help with anything?"

Elena groaned, her face contorted in pain. "I just want it to stop hurting," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Beatriz glanced at the clock, her heart racing. The doctor was on their way, but it felt like an eternity since they'd called. She wished there was something she could do to make Elena feel better. "Hey, Elena," she said gently, "why don't you focus on your breathing? Sometimes that can help."

Elena took a shaky breath and let it out slowly. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "I'll try." As Beatriz and Valentina exchanged worried glances, the seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. The sounds of the kitchen faded away, replaced by the loud ticking of a clock on the wall. Then, all of a sudden, a sharp pain ripped through Elena's abdomen, causing her to cry out in anguish. "It's coming again," she gasped, her face contorted in pain. "It's so strong."

Valentina, her eyes wide with understanding, rushed to Elena's side. "Elena, it's okay. You're going into labor. You're going to have your baby." She put a reassuring hand on Elena's shoulder, but the look in her eyes betrayed her own fear. She'd never been in a situation like this before, with someone who wasn't her own child.

"But I’m a virgin," Elena whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "How can this be happening?" Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She had always imagined giving birth as something so beautiful, so natural. But now, as the pain consumed her, she felt anything but beautiful. She felt broken, terrified, and utterly alone.

Beatriz's eyes widened with excitement, her heart racing as the idea took hold. "Oh, Elena," she breathed, "you must be the Virgin Mary, sent to us to deliver the new messiah!" Her voice was filled with awe and reverence, her gaze fixed on Elena with a mixture of fear and adoration.

"Beatriz!" Valentina exclaimed, trying to pull her away from Elena. "You don't know what you're saying! You're scaring her even more!" But Beatriz could not be deterred. She remained kneeling at Elena's side, her eyes filled with a fervent belief.

"No, Valentina," she said, her voice steady. "I'm certain of it. Elena is the Virgin Mary, chosen by God to bring forth His divine child. We must help her, protect her, and nurture this miracle within her. We must prepare for the birth of the messiah!"

Valentina let out an annoyed huff and turned away from Beatriz, focusing her attention back on Elena. "Okay, Elena," she said gently, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm going to help you get into a more comfortable position. Just relax as much as you can. It's going to be okay." She carefully moved Elena onto her side, propping up her knees and wrapping a pillow around her belly, that began to rapidly expand. "That should help a bit with the pain."

As Elena struggled to breathe through the agony, Beatriz knelt beside her, her eyes still filled with awe. "Elena, look at me," she commanded softly. "You are the Virgin Mary, chosen by God to give birth to His son. You are strong, you are brave, and you can do this. Focus on your breathing, and think of the joy that will come with the birth of this child, who will change the world forever."

"Shut up, Beatriz," Elena gritted through her teeth, her body tensing with another contraction. "I'm not the Virgin Mary. I'm just a scared girl having a baby." Her voice broke, and she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of her tears on her cheeks. She was terrified, alone, and in so much pain.

Beatriz's face flushed with anger, but Valentina put a hand on her arm, shaking her head. "Beatriz, please. Elena doesn't want to hear that right now. Just focus on helping her." She turned back to Elena, her expression softening. "I know it hurts, Elena, but you're doing amazingly. You're so strong. Just breathe, okay? You can do this."

Elena closed her eyes, trying to block out Beatriz's words and focus on Valentina's reassurance. The pain was relentless, like a vice grip squeezing tighter and tighter around her insides. She arched her back, gritting her teeth as another contraction overtook her. "I can't... I can't do this..." she whimpered.

"You can, Elena," Valentina said, her voice firm and steady. "You're almost there. Just focus on your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth." She helped Elena find a rhythm, inhaling and exhaling in unison.

Beatriz, still on her knees beside them, clasped her hands together and began to pray, her voice low and fervent. "Dear Lord, please grant our Elena the strength she needs to bring Your child into this world. Guide her through this pain, and help her find the courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead."

Valentina could feel Elena's body tense as another contraction gripped her, and she quickly moved to help the young woman through it. "That's it, Elena, breathe with me," she murmured, her voice steady and reassuring. "You're doing amazingly."

Behind her, Beatriz continued to pray, her voice a low, rhythmic chant that seemed to echo throughout the cave. "Dear Lord, grant our Elena the strength she needs," she prayed. "Help her to be the vessel You have chosen to bring Your son into this world."

"SHUT UP!!!!!!" Elena screamed, her voice echoing through the cave as another contraction gripped her. Her body arched off the ground, and she twisted wildly, tears streaming down her face. "I can't... I can't do this... It hurts so much..." She gasped for air between words, each contraction seeming to make the next one worse.

Beatriz flinched at her friend's anguished cry, looking shocked and guilty. Valentina, however, remained calm and supportive, her gaze fixed on Elena's face as she fought through another contraction. "You can do it, Elena," she whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. "You're almost there."

The pain seemed to radiate outward from Elena's core, her body trembling with the force of it. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. But as another contraction eased, Valentina helped her to lie back down, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding.

A gurgling squawk filled the air, followed by a wet, slippery sensation as Elena felt something slide out of her. She looked down, her vision blurry with tears, and saw a tiny, wriggling form emerging from between her legs. Valentina was there, her hands gently guiding the baby out as she let out a cry. "It's a boy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

Elena's heart swelled with love and awe as she looked at her son for the first time. His tiny, scrunched-up face was covered in a sheen of amniotic fluid, and he let out another weak cry. She reached out a shaking hand to touch his tiny foot, feeling the soft, downy hair there. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, their own eyes glistening with tears.

"He's perfect," Elena breathed, her voice cracking as she cradled her newborn son in her arms. His tiny body was warm and fragile, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over her. She looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, their faces lit up with joy and relief, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over her.

"Elena the doctor is here, she'll be with you in just a moment," Valentina assured her, her eyes never leaving the newborn. As the doctor arrived, they moved aside to allow her to examine Elena and the baby. The doctor smiled warmly at them and began to check Elena's vital signs, all the while cooing over the tiny, wriggling form in her arms.

The baby's skin was impossibly soft and delicate, like the finest silk. His little fingers curled into tiny fists as he wriggled closer to Elena, seeking warmth and comfort. As she held him for the first time, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over her. She was so grateful to Valentina and Beatriz for being there, for helping her through this incredible journey.

Mr. Ruiz, who has been unaware of the entire situation, finally entered the kitchen when the pozole Elena was supposed to serve was late. He saw Valentina, who was sweating profusely, and Beatriz, who was helping Elena breathe through another contraction. He immediately noticed the blood-stained towels on the floor and the tension in the air. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice tense.

"Elena had a baby, Mr. Ruiz," Valentina said, her voice shaking slightly. "She gave birth to a beautiful, healthy boy right here in this kitchen." Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the new mother and child. "It was an emergency, but we did it together."

Mr. Ruiz looked stunned for a moment, his expression shifting from anger to disbelief to shock. He took a few steps forward, his gaze darting between Elena, Valentina, and Beatriz. "But...how? When? I...I don't understand." His voice trailed off, and he seemed unable to process the information in front of him.

"Apparently, 42 other women in the world also have birth on this very day at noon," Valentina replied softly, her gaze never leaving the new mother and her son. "There was actually a girl in Moscow who gave birth during a synchronized swimming class, and the coach didn't even notice!" She smiled warmly at Elena, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "But this baby, he's the most important one, and we're all so grateful that you're safe and sound, Elena. You did it, mamacita."

Elena began stuttering as she tried to form words, her eyes never leaving the miraculous bundle in her arms. "I...I don't know...It just happened...so fast..." She looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, her face flushed with disbelief and joy.

(Like mother like son)

Mr. Ruiz finally found his voice, "Of course, Elena, of course. You take all the time you need. You just focus on your little one." He nodded, his expression still a mixture of shock and awe. "We'll make sure everything is taken care of here. Valentina, you and Beatriz can head back to the dining room and explain to the customer that there's been a bit of an...emergency." His voice trailed off as he looked back at Elena and the baby, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Elena looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Mr. Ruiz," she managed to say between sobs. "Thank you for understanding."

Valentina and Beatriz exchanged glances, their faces still pale from shock. They nodded in unison and made their way back to the dining room, carefully avoiding the wet spots on the floor as they went. As they explained to the customer what had happened, they could hear the man's voice grow softer, his words muffled by emotion.

"Elena, he wants to see you and the baby," Mr. Ruiz said, his voice a mixture of surprise and excitement. "He insists that he must see the miracle that happened right here in our restaurant. He says it's the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed."

Valentina nodded, wiping away her own tears as she walked back to the kitchen. "He's in the dining room, waiting for you. He wants to meet your little boy and offer his congratulations." She smiled warmly at Elena, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

Elena hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the door and the baby in her arms. Part of her wanted to protect her little boy from the stranger who had been sitting in the dining room, but another part of her was drawn to the genuine emotion in the man's voice. She looked up at Mr. Ruiz, seeking his guidance. The owner nodded encouragingly, his eyes filled with understanding.

She took a deep breath, then carefully wrapped the baby in a blanket before handing him to Valentina. With shaking hands, she straightened her apron and followed Valentina and Beatriz out of the kitchen. As they walked through the dining room, she could see the old man waiting for them at a table by the window. He was sitting up straight, his back propped against the chair, his eyes fixed on her.

"Señorita Guzman, I must tell you, what I saw in there..." The old man paused, his voice cracking with emotion as he gestured toward the kitchen. "That little boy...he's a miracle. A true gift from God. I don't know what it is, but I just...I felt compelled to meet him. To see him with my own eyes. And now, I want to...I want to make sure he has everything he needs."

Valentina scoffed as she remembered the old fart from her past. "Hello Reginald. It's been a while." She smiled sweetly, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her tone. "How did you even find us here?"

Reginald looked up, his pale blue eyes widening in surprise. "Why, Señora Ramirez! It's good to see you too. I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in for some of your delicious enchiladas. When I saw the little miracle in the kitchen, well, I just had to come over and meet him. As for buying him, that's not what I meant. I meant, I'd like to help in any way I can. You see, Elena, I've lived a long life, and I've seen a lot of things. But never have I seen anything as beautiful as your little boy. He deserves the best life possible, and if I can help make that happen, well, I want to do whatever I can."

Elena hesitated, her heart racing. Part of her wanted to trust this strange old man, but another part of her was terrified. She glanced at Valentina and Beatriz, who both seemed to be listening intently to what was being said. Valentina gave her a reassuring nod, but it did little to calm her nerves.

"Well, Reginald," she began, her voice shaking slightly. "I... I appreciate your kind offer. It's very generous of you. But... but I don't know if that's such a good idea. I mean, I've only had him for a few hours, and already I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I want to be the one to give him everything you mentioned... love, adventure, opportunity, siblings, a world-class education... I want to be the one to see him grow up and become the man he's meant to be."

(DONT FALL FOR IT ELENA, THE ONLY THING THIS MAN WILL GIVE YOUR SON IS A LIFE OF TRAUMA, A FEAR OF NEEDLES, AND A STUTTER THAT ONLY THE ROBOT IN HIS LIFE WILL UNDERSTAND)

Reginald's words hung in the air, their meaning heavy and complex. Elena felt herself torn between her instinctive protectiveness and the overwhelming generosity of the offer. She knew she should be grateful, but something deep inside her recoiled at the thought of giving up her child. The idea of trusting this stranger with her baby's life was almost unbearable.

"Please rest assured, Elena," Reginald continued, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm not asking you to give up your son. I simply want to help you raise him in the best way possible. I understand that you are his mother, and no one could ever replace you. But think of it this way: I am a very wealthy man. I have connections in the world that you and I both know your family could never hope to achieve. I have the means to provide your son with everything he could ever need, from a world-class education to a life filled with adventure and opportunity. I can give him a safe, loving home with a caring family who will shower him with love and attention. And perhaps most importantly, I can give him the one thing that every child deserves: a chance at happiness."

"But... why?" Elena asked, her voice trembling. "Why would you want to do all this for him?"

Reginald's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression solemn. "Because I have lived a long and lonely life, Elena," he replied, "and in that time, I have come to realize that the greatest gift we can give another person is the chance to live a full and happy life. Your son... he is a beautiful, precious soul, and I want nothing more than to see him grow up and experience all the love and joy that this world has to offer. I want him to have a life filled with wonder and adventure, to know the security of a loving family, and to reach for the stars without ever doubting his ability to grasp them."

His words hung in the air, each one heavy with meaning and sincerity. For a moment, Elena was tempted to believe him. Perhaps if she trusted him, gave him her baby, it would be the best thing for her son. Perhaps it would give her family the chance at a better life that they so desperately needed. But still, a small voice inside her cried out, warning her not to trust this stranger, not to risk her child's happiness on the whims of someone she had only just met.

"When he’s old enough���tell him I wanted to give him everything," Elena whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "Tell him I just didn't know how."

Reginald nodded, his expression somber but understanding. "And I want you to know, Elena, that I will never take that responsibility lightly. Your son will always know that you are his mother, and that you made the selfless decision to give him a chance at a better life. I will make sure he understands the depth of your love and sacrifice."

He reached across the desk and took her hand in his, his grip firm but gentle. "I promise you, Elena, I will give him a home filled with love and laughter. I will give him every opportunity to pursue his dreams, and I will protect him from any harm that may come his way. But," he added, his voice growing serious, "if you ever try to contact him or find him in any way, I will have no choice but to protect him from you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her throat tight. "Yes, I understand."

Reginald released her hand and rose from his chair, coming around to stand before her. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, his expression filled with warmth and compassion. "I promise you, Elena, that I will give your son the best life possible. And when the time is right, I will make sure he knows who you are, and how much you love him. You have made the bravest decision a mother could ever make, and I will never forget that."

His thumbs traced her cheekbones as he studied her face, searching her eyes for any lingering doubt or fear. Seeing none, he smiled reassuringly before withdrawing his hands and taking a step back. "Now," he said, "why don't we get started on the paperwork?"

Elena felt a surge of relief wash over her as she rose from her chair, following him to the desk. The weight of her decision, the uncertainty of her future, all of it seemed to fade away as she focused on the mundane task at hand. She watched as Reginald carefully filled out the adoption papers, making sure every i was dotted and every t was crossed. As he signed his name at the bottom, she felt a pang of sadness, knowing that this was the last time she would ever see his name connected to her son's.

As Reginald left taking her baby, as well as another baby, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She knew in her heart that she was making the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier. The weight of her decision felt like a lead anchor, dragging her down into the depths of despair.

"Goodbye, little one," Elena whispered, pressing her cheek one last time against her son's soft, warm skin. She could feel the rise and fall of his tiny chest as he breathed, the gentle beat of his heart against her own. It was agonizing to let him go, but she knew it was the only way.

"Goodbye, my Diego," Elena whispered, as she placed the tiny bundle into Reginald's arms. The weight of her decision felt like an anvil, pressing down on her chest. Tears streamed down her face, leaving trails of wetness on her cheeks. She watched as Reginald carefully placed the car seat into the back of his SUV, securing it in place.

(What a coincidence, the name she gave her son was also the name his adoptive mother had given him. What a strange twist of fate.)

[twice-jangmii]

[★] 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈’𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

| layouts are made by twice-jangmii

— father

— name : yang jin-seo

— birthdate : january 17, 1976

— nicknames : appa , daddy , pa ; annie, jj, sunshine

— contact name : dad 💗 ; My Sunshine!

| since birth, jangmi was always a daddy’s girl. she was always beside him, wherever he went. he taught her almost everything she knows to this day. whether it be about the world, life, basic school education.

| as a kid— and even now— she spent a lot of time with him in the kitchen. they always cooked together and he taught her all of his secrets and tricks. sometimes she’d stay inside when her siblings went outside to play.

| her father was once a gym fanatic and most of the time, he’d take jangmi with him. she just looked at the equipment, sometimes running her hand across certain things out of curiosity.

| when her dad left for the military when she was about 5, she was devastated. before he left, he gifted her a beige wool blanket that smelled just like him, for when she couldn’t sleep.

| whenever he got off from work, no matter how tired he was, he’d take jangmi and her siblings for a stroll in a quiet side of San Diego. sometimes they’d stop and get ice cream or funnel cakes. he’s a family man so he’d often surprise them with trips to different states or even countries.

— mother

— name : kimberly “kim” elena jane-yang

— birthdate : july 26, 1977

— nicknames : mama, mommy ; annie, jinseo jr.

— contact name : Mom ❤️ ; JINSEO JR. 🌹

| jangmi may be a daddy’s girl, but she’s still very close with her mom. they’re still in touch just like they used to be when she was younger.

| just how jangmi cooked with her dad, she baked with her mom. they even used to sell some of their goodies and eventually made a little bakery down the block from their home. jangmi would go home and work at the bakery after school. it was called ‘kimmie rose’s goods’ — named after jangmi and her mom (jangmi = rose)

| jangmi’s mom was a actress and model before she was born, so she’d often go to work with her and was exposed to the industry at a young age. everyone on set of whatever movie her mother was in fell in love with her. they would always bring goods whenever she came.

| jangmi and her siblings often played with the props that were on set. she used to play in her mother’s makeup— which would cause her mom to freak but she also couldn’t help but snap pictures of jangmi with the lipstick all over her lips and blue eyeshadow messily drawn on her eyelids.

— sister

— name : alexandra amora yang

— korean name : yang ha-eun

— birthdate : june 13, 1997

— nicknames : alex, lexi ; anna, pabo

— contact name : Lexi ✌︎︎ ; Pabo ❣︎

| jangmi and alex have been close since she was born. at first alex was scared because she had another sibling but she got used to it, just like when their brother was born.

| alex used to allow jangmi to play in her makeup after attempting to fight with her about it. after her mom explained that as a kid , she was bound to get in it, alex finally allowed it.

| whenever jangmi goes back home or alex visits korea, they always end up doing some type of dance cover whether it be kpop or freestyling together.

| alex befriended twice when her sister debuted and they usually have mall dates with some of the members when alex visits.

| alex has always been very protective over jangmi because she’s the youngest and that’s just how she is with her family. she doesn’t let anyone trash talk them or anything. and she’s always been supportive of jangmi, especially when she debuted.

— brother

— name : adrian amyas yang

— korean name : yang jae-jun

— birthdate : september 29, 1999

— nicknames : ian, aj ; boo, annie

— contact name : AJ ✪ ; boo❣️

| just like alex and jangmi, adrian and jangmi have always been close. maybe a little closer than her and her sister. when she was born, he was still really young but he was so excited to have another sibling. he shared everything with her— his toys, food, etc.

| when jangmi was about 3, her and adrian dressed as boo and sully from monsters inc. for halloween, which is where he got her nickname. and cause she’d follow him around and was much shorter than him.

| jangmi’s favorite memory is when her family visited australia and adrian taught her how to swim. she actually almost drowned that day but it’s her favorite memory because her brother was able to swim up to her just in time. she continued to cry out of fear but after that, he held her for the rest of the time that they were at the beach. it’s also where she met skz’s felix!

| her brother has a platform with his friends and is in nsb (north star boys) so he’s very known. a lot of onces didn’t know she had a brother at first but when they figured out, they gushed over him. he’s always receiving compliments from his sister’s fandom which makes her happy but also cringe at the same time.

‘annie, can i be adrian’s dog???’

‘O.o what-‘

[barxlupin]

Ted Geisel: Twisted Wonderland AU

NAME: Ted Geisel

BIRTHDAY: March 2 (Pisces)

AGE: 20

HEIGHT: 169 cm

DOMINANT HAND: Left

HOMELAND: Pueblo Milagros

FAMILY: Diego (Father), Rosetta (Mother), Elena, Audra (Older Twin Sisters), Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony (Rat Familiars)

OTHER NAME(S): Teodoro Milagros (Birth Name), Theo LeSieg (Pen Name), Sea Mouse (Floyd), Monsieur Raton (Rook)

DORM: Ignihyde

GRADE: Junior (Third Year)

CLASS: 3-A (No. 7)

CLUB: Film Research

BEST SUBJECT: Animal Languages

HOBBIES: Sketching

PET PEEVES: Nosy people

FAVORITE FOOD: Grilled cheese sandwich

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Stale bread

TALENT: Finding short cuts and secret passages

TWISTED FROM: Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

UNIQUE MAGIC: We Don't Talk About... (allows Ted to have visions, which appear as animated drawings on his sketchbook, about the future of a subject of his choice by adding it at the end of the incantation used to trigger the spell - ex. "We don't talk about... the cafeteria" might give him visions about the food that will be served in the school cafeteria in the next few days. By default, his visions tend to be rather vague and he has to really concentrate to get more details, but doing so will leave him exhausted and suffering from head-splitting migraines for hours. His visions are by no means inevitable, simply a warning of something that might happen.)

BACKGROUND: born as the only son and youngest triplet, Ted and his older twin sisters were the only people capable of using magic in their small village. As their mother was welcomed into the village after the death of her husband, she encouraged her children to use their magic for the good of the villagers in gratitude, which over the years resulted in everyone (including their mother) expecting the triplets to constantly use magic for the littlest of things until they were almost on the brink of exhaustion. Among the triplets, Ted was the least liked for his reputation as a bringer of bad luck due to his Unique Magic, to the point he ended up isolating himself in his room, with only his pet rats for company, tired of being hated more and more whenever he had visions of bad things happening and never thanked for visions of good things. The chance to escape that dreaded existence came in the form of an invitation to attend Night Raven College, which Ted hesitated to accept (due to a vision he had about his sisters overblotting in the near future), only doing so after much encouragement from his sisters. He didn't tell anyone else he was leaving, and to this day there's all sort of rumors about his disappearance in the village. While Ted struggled with many subjects at the beginning due to living in a pretty isolated village for most of his life, having to repeat his first year of school, he ended up thriving at Night Raven College. He still makes sure to write to his sisters as often as he can to check on them, especially after more and more students start Overblotting...

[danicadenniss]

Totally Spies 2024

Alexandra Rylee Casoy

Aliases/Nicknames: Alex, Alexis, Alexia, Soccer Girl, Girly Cousin, Big Sister, Little Sis, City Girl

Dates Of Birth: July 5th, 2010

Home: Beverly Hills, California (Born in San Diego, California)

Gender: Female (she/her)

Height: 4'9

Ethnicity: White Latina American (Irish Mexican American)

Hair Color: Light Strawberry Blonde

Eyes Color: Ocean Blue

Skin Color: Peach

Hobbies: Spending time with her friends and family included Sammie, Doing Yoga Every Mornings, Playing Soccer, Taking care of the animals including Oniky

Favorite Color: Golden Yellow, Sky Blue, Light Pink

Family Members: Carmen Casoy (father), Mauve Casoy (nèe Quinn, mother) Alexander Casoy (older brother), Oniky (pet pig), Lucia & Carlos Casoy (paternal grandparents), Elena Casoy (paternal aunt), Carlos Casoy (paternal uncle), Isabella Casoy (paternal cousin), unnamed paternal great grandparents+ Santiago Casoy+ (ancestor), Liam Quinn (maternal uncle), Cassandra Quinn (maternal uncle) Kimberly Quinn (maternal cousin), Finley Quinn (maternal grandfather), Orla Quinn+ (maternal grandmother), unnamed maternal great grandparents+ Cara Quinn+ (ancestor)

Friends: Samantha Nyah Simpsons (best friend), Kairi Hotaru Ewing, Britney May Tang

Love Insterests: Dean Dizon (crush)

Role in the team: The Middle Animal Kindness/The Faithful One

Fashion Choices: Christian, Country, Indie Clothes

Goals: To protect the world from threats, To become a country indie guitarist

Favorite Movies & Series: Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade, My Lovely Horsies

Favorite Foods: Vegetarian, Vegan, Mexican & Irish Foods, Natural Bran Muffin

Favorite Music Genre: Christian Country, Indie Pop

My version of Alexandra is a bit different from the original. The original Alexandra is a mixed between a tomboy and a girly girl. In my version of Alexandra is a country indie girly girl. For her design, I turned her into an Irish Mexican American girl, I made her hair long wavy in a braided, a high braided ponytail, ponytail, a high braided bun and low braided pigtails and a golden yellow matte lipstick, Alex is the most country indie girly girl as she wearing country indie clothes like denim skirts, denim shorts, overall dresses, overall shorts, blouses, plaids shirts, jeans, capris jeans/capris leggings, long/knees high/ankle length socks and country boots including tasting for golden yellow, pansexual pride jewelry and light pink belt with golden yellow buckle around her waist. Alex practiced three sports like cross country, soccer and track & field. She is an animal lover to caring horses, cats and pigs. Alex's family are from Ireland and Mexico, they moved to USA, also Christian while they go to church every Sunday, her father Cameron who is an Mexican American Gardner, her mother Mauve who is an Irish-American librarian by working at the school library, her older brother Alexander Casoy who is smart, innocent and kind college student at the University of California, Berkeley he showed to become the ocean at the beach and interested Marine Science, she was chosen to work for W.O.O.H.P because she resuce a newborn piglet from the rain, during the mission she don wear short sleeves golden yellow catsuit.

[dropsofjupitcr]

NAME: Benjamín Cárdenas NICKNAMES: Benji, Ben, Benny BIRTHDAY: September 4th AGE: 30 ZODIAC: Virgo PLACE OF Birth: San Diego, California CURRENT LOCATION: San Diego, California OCCUPATION: marketing executive SPECIES: human EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: info here HEIGHT: 6′ 0″ WEIGHT: 175 PRONOUNS: he/him/his MOTHER: Isabela (Núñez) Cárdenas FATHER: Javier Cárdenas BROTHER(s): Older Brother: Mateo Cárdenas SISTER(s): Younger Sister: Lucía Cárdenas EXTENDED FAMILY: Paternal Grandfather: Ernesto Cárdenas, Paternal Grandmother: Alicia (Gutiérrez) Cárdenas, Maternal Grandfather: Tomás Núñez, Maternal Grandmother: Rosario (Morales) Núñez, Paternal Uncle:Alejandro Cárdenas, Paternal Aunt: Marisa (Cárdenas) Ramos, Maternal Uncle: Carlos Núñez, Maternal Aunt: Ana (Núñez) Diaz, Marcos and Elena Ramos (Marisa's kids), Liam Núñez (Carlos' son), Sofia and Miguel Diaz (Ana's kids) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: info here RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single WHOM: forever PAST RELATIONSHIP(s): College Girlfriend - Natalia Rodriguez Benji's first serious girlfriend from his UCLA days. A fellow Mexican-American student, Natalia was warm, fun-loving and drawn to Benji's charm and adventurous spirit. Though they were crazy about each other at first, their relationship ultimately fell victim to Benji's inability to settle down. After graduating, Natalia got a job across the country and they drifted apart. She's now happily married with kids. Post-College Fling - Sienna Campbell In his mid-20s, Benji had a months-long casual fling with Sienna, an Australian model and actress he met through mutual friends. Their passion was as intense as it was short-lived. Sienna's free-spirited lifestyle initially captivated Benji, but he eventually realized her flightiness and commitment issues matched his own. They parted amicably. Office Romance - Daniela Torres A couple years ago, Benji had a secret inter-office romance with Daniela, a married co-worker at the marketing firm. Their electric chemistry and flirtatious banter around the office ultimately led to an affair. Though brief, it caused drama before Daniela broke it off, unwilling to leave her husband. Benji learned his lesson about workplace entanglements. Recent Ex - Sofia Reyes Benji's most recent serious relationship was with Sofia, a beautiful, intelligent artist he dated for over a year. Raised in a family with traditional values, Sofia was initially drawn to Benji's charisma but hoped to settle him down. Ultimately, Benji's wandering spirit re-emerged, leading to a painful breakup that left Sofia feeling he'd never be ready for true commitment.

So while Benji has had meaningful connections, his inability to fully commit long-term has led a trail of broken hearts in his wake as he enters his 30s.

BIOGRAPHY:

Benjamín Cárdenas is a 30-year-old man with an undeniable charisma and magnetic presence. With his tall, athletic build, olive skin, and striking features – including a chiseled jawline, piercing dark eyes, and a warm, dimpled smile – Benjamín cuts an unforgettable figure wherever he goes. Born and raised in San Diego, California to Mexican-American parents, Benjamín's upbringing instilled in him a strong work ethic and deep pride in his cultural heritage. After excelling academically and athletically in high school, he attended UCLA on an academic scholarship, graduating with honors with a degree in business administration.

Since then, Benjamín has carved out a successful career as a marketing executive for a major sports apparel company based in Los Angeles. His natural ability to connect with people from all walks of life, combined with his creative vision and business acumen, have made him an invaluable asset.

Despite the demands of his high-powered job, Benjamín makes time to nurture the important relationships in his life – especially with his large, tightly-knit family back in San Diego. He remains close with his parents and siblings, making frequent visits home when he can.

In his free time, Benjamín is an avid surfer, taking advantage of the Southern California coastline to indulge his passion for catching waves. He also loves outdoor adventures like hiking and camping to escape the city grind. Though driven and successful in his career, at his core Benjamín is a down-to-earth, family-oriented man deeply rooted in his Mexican heritage. His easy confidence, warm personality, and dazzling looks make him a heart-breaker, though he has yet to find that.

PERSONALITY:

Benji has an easygoing, charismatic personality that naturally draws people to him. He exudes an aura of cool confidence without coming across as arrogant or full of himself. Benji is incredibly charming and has a knack for making others feel at ease with his warm smile and ability to inject humor into any situation. At his core, Benji is a fun-loving, adventurous free spirit. He has an insatiable sense of wanderlust and desire to explore new places and experiences. Benji embraces life with unbridled enthusiasm and lives very much in the moment, savoring every experience to the fullest. Despite his laidback, go-with-the-flow demeanor, Benji is also driven and ambitious, with a strong work ethic instilled by his parents. He takes great pride in his career success as a marketing executive while still finding ways to pursue his passions like surfing.

Loyalty to his family and heritage is extremely important to Benji. He stays closely connected to his Mexican-American roots in San Diego and is a devoted son, brother, and uncle. Family will always come first for him. Underneath his cool exterior, Benji has a caring, sensitive side that he reserves for those closest to him. He's a nurturing partner who isn't afraid to be vulnerable and open up emotionally. However, his natural confidence and wandering spirit can sometimes make him come across as a bit of a free-spirited commitment-phobe. Overall, Benji is an intriguing mix of breezy, carefree charm and driven ambition. His magnetic personality and ability to live life to the fullest draws people to him, even if his roaming ways keep him from settling down fully.

[lunarcovehq]

Elena Gomez-Alvaro is a werewolf that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for one month.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Women, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: January 5, 1998

OCCUPATION: Weather Girl

FACECLAIM: Camila Mendes

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Werewolf

WOLF CLASSIFICATION: Beta (Born)

PACK AFFILIATION: Member

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, ELENA GOMES-ALVARO

Trigger Warning: Death, Complicated Pregnancy, Sexism, Attempted Assault, Murder

When Pilar and Diego fell pregnant with their fifth child and found out that this one would be a girl it was nothing but tears of joy. Before Elena the two had only ever had boys, so they were excited to be extending their family in a new and exciting way. Unfortunately though Pilar’s pregnancy came with oodles of complications that concerned not only the family, but her doctors. Despite all of this, the family stayed hopeful until Pilar went into labor early. Everything seemed to be going normal until it wasn’t. Not wanting to give up on the baby Pilar made Diego promise that if it came between the two to pick Elena, while he never wanted to make the choice eventually he would have to uphold his promise. Doctors immediately rushed Pilar and Elena back into surgery for hours doctors went back and fourth between the family and surgery, only for the choice between the two to come back to haunt him for the rest of his life. Days later Diego found himself at a funeral for his wife, surrounded by his children, family, and friends. 

After Pilar’s death Diego spent months spiraling while their families took care of the kids, even when he snapped out of it Diego never did bond with Elena like he had her brothers. Every time he looked at Elena he was just reminded of the love of his love and the future they would no longer have together. The older Elena got the more distant Diego would become, mostly because she was the spitting image of his wife that haunted him like a ghost. The family did their best to help the bond and shield Elena from the truth, pretending that it was normal her first steps were done with her grandparents, that her uncle teaching her to ride a bike, or her brothers teaching her how to fight. It wasn’t until she was seven that she learned the truth about her family when in a fight with her brother Juan, who had let it slip that she was the reason their mother was dead and dad hated her. 

That was the moment that would change everything in her life, from then on she would carry the guilt of being the reason their mother wasn’t around. No efforts from her grandparents or brother who reassured her that everything was fine or lies could convince her otherwise. Instead she focused her efforts on trying to gain her fathers attention hoping that she could force him to love her in the way that he loved the others. It started first with after school activities, her grades, and then eventually turned to her becoming a werewolf like those before her. Elena was shield though by not only her father, but her brothers from joining the family ranks with the promises that it wasn’t as great as it seemed. While Elena knew it was a painful experience she felt she needed to do it to belong, to be a real part of her family. At every full moon she was left inside alone while her family went and turned, she spent years waiting on when it would be her turn. 

By the time she was eighteen she had started to give up on the idea, until she’d been at a party with her older brother Alejandro. There had been too much alcohol flowing and the party was completely out of control when Elena found herself being lead up to a room against her will. She had attempted to push one of the guys off when he fell back and went tumbling down the stairs. Horrified by what happened Elena had called Alejandro and before matters could get worse he took care of it. Stating that he was already a werewolf and he’d do anything he could to protect his little sister from being one. In that moment she knew that they’d never truly let her be one of them, that she’d always be some delicate flower they felt the need to protect. 

Rather than fight it any longer Elena gave in to her families wishes and decided to just live a normal mundane human life. For a while it seemed to be okay, that was until Valentine’s Day 2023 when she had been asleep in her family home when ruckus stated outside. At first she watched from the window as hunters attacked her family, but rather than just hide out she wanted to fight and protect her family. Unfortunately though as she went downstairs Alejandro grabbed her and tossed her into the storm cellar before she could get hurt, stating that this was work for the werewolves, he promised to come back. For hours she spent stuck waiting in the small space pacing back and forth, waiting for anyone to come. Nobody ever came though and the hours turned into what felt like days, eventually she decided to risk it and opened the doors to find her a horrific scene. Her whole family had been slaughtered one by one, there wasn’t any of them left, just bones and ash. 

Rather than stick around to be the next victim she ran into the house and started to collect the necessary items and family documents. With just a small duffle she took off into the night to start over, spending the next year tracking down any family she could find. Only to have the same outcome as she’d seen at her house. It seemed like any trace of her family was truly gone and buried. It was only when she got to her last family member that she found herself in Lunar Cove. There was notes of a cousin who lived there, unfortunately by the time she arrived in town they were long gone, but she had found her new home.

[digihindnews]

Damon Welch Net Worth 2023: How Far His Wealth Have Reached in 2023?

California-born actor Damon Welch. After an unofficial retirement from acting, he is currently leading a normal life. In 2001, Welch and her mother Raquel Welch were featured in the TV documentary series Intimate Portrait. Welch's birth date is November 6, 1959, and he was born in San Diego, California. He is the son of Raquel Welch, an actress, and James Welch, a writer. Tanhee Welch, a model, and actress, is Welch's younger sister. Damon attended BU and earned his degree in May 1986.

Net Worth Of Damon Welch

As of the year 2023, Damon Welch is expected to have earned $100,000. He has been working as a computer and network administrator in Little Elm, Texas since he retired from acting. He worked as an IT administrator for J&B asset management for ten years. Raquel Welch, his mother, passed away on February 15, 2023, with an estimated net worth of $40 million.

Career Of Damon Welch

Damon Welch and his mom made an appearance on an episode of Beauty and Fitness in 1984. Raquel, his mom, hosted the show. Damon also worked as the show's associate producer. After that, in 1995, he made an appearance in Raquel Welch: Beyond the Fantasy, a biographical episode about his mother. Subsequently, in 2001, Welch was featured in an episode of the Intimate Portrait documentary series. Shortly thereafter, he appeared in The Beloved as a younger version of Yanni. His mother, Raquel, played the role of Elena. Tahnee, his sister, also made an appearance in the film, playing a young version of Elena.

Damon Welch Damon hasn't acted in anything in a long time. However, he and his mom have made multiple appearances at award shows. Raquel, Damon's mom, is a well-known actress who shot to fame in the '60s thanks to her performance in Fantastic Voyage. To top it all off, Raquel wins a Golden Globe for her work in The Three Musketeers (1973). In 1994, she was honored with a star at 7021 Hollywood Boulevard on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. In 1984, Raquel released a book titled The Raquel Welch Total Beauty and Fitness Program. Damon and his sister had a rocky relationship with their famous mom. The famous actress, according to the sources, prioritized her career over her family and marriage. Raquel has admitted and expressed remorse for her absence from her children's lives on multiple occasions. In her autobiography, Raquel gushed about her two children, saying they give her both pride and hope. She went on to say that her two children have been a constant source of stability and motivation for her.

Damon Welch's Wife & Personal Life

On June 5th, 1991, Damon Welch wed Rebecca Trueman. Unhappily, they were only married for a total of 15 months before divorcing in 1992. Rebecca, his ex-wife, is the daughter of Fred Truman, a former England cricketer. https://twitter.com/BeingBoycie/status/1625982088821325825 We were unable to locate Damon's official Instagram profile, so he appears to be absent from social media at the present time. Follow us on Twitter to check out our latest updates on our social media pages. Read the full article

[l-r-christian]

I have a really angsty request thats gonna hurt 😭 poly!Mikaelsons before they are dating, where their friendship started because they were trying to use the reader for something (maybe the stakes idk that part is up to you) but through the whole thing they started to actually fall in love, but the reader finds out they were using her (before them confessing their feelings) maybe end it in fluff and them finally confessing (ik I said fluff but if you think fluff doesn’t fit then u can change it)

Yooo we gonna be sad gals

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, protective Mikaelsons

Y/N felt like she was in a dream as she didn't know want she did to deserve four beautiful beings like the Mikaelsons to love her. Y/N had it rough as her adoptive father was asshole and her adoptive mother was verbally abusive, her friends was more worried about Elena than her. So to have not only one but four people to want her and that was way out of her league.

But want Y/N didn't know was that the Mikaelsons was using her to get all of the white oak until they found themselves falling hard for the girl. And it all came to light after a fight she had with Elena about her going to tell them how she felt for them.

"They are just using you! They don't really love you as they just wanted the white oak. No ones would want a fat useless wolf girl like you." Elena's words had cut the girl as she went and confronted them to find that Elena was right as she saw the white oak in the fire place.

"Baby.....it was all before.."

"Don't....I get it now." Y/N said tears falling from her eyes leaving not seeing the heartbreak on the siblings faces. Since that day Y/N had left town no one knew where she went as the siblings searched for her. The Mikaelsons had fell for the wolf while it had started to use her but they fell and fell hard as loving the wolf came to them easily but now she was gone and they wanted her back.

"Here is one black coffee Marcel." Y/N said with a cheery smile as the vampire smiled at her. Y/N had gone to New Orleans to get away from everyone back in Mystic Falls lucky she saved up money. When she first got to the city she met Marcel when he saved her from being bitten by a vampire and he looked after her.

"Thanks sweetheart. How are you? Diego said someone is bothering you."

"It...is fine. No need to do anything." Y/N said while Marcel was aware that Y/N was a werewolf. It was a surprise to him just how soft and gentle she was for a wolf never causing trouble and always turning far from town.

"Listen babygirl. If there is someone bothering my favorite wolf I want to know." Marcel said watching the young woman bite her bottom lip before sitting down.

"A few of the witches have been following me."

"I'll look into it babygirl don't worry." Marcel said getting up pressing a kiss on her head leaving the shop. Y/N finished up her shift seeing Thierry standing just outside making her worry and the vampire saw the worry on her face.

"The Originals are in town and Marcel doesn't trust them so I'm here to walk you home." Thierry said when Y/N frowned as it was a blur when Thrierry's neck was snapped and Elijah was standing in front of her.

"Really Niklaus?"

"We don't need him tell Marcel that we are talking to our little wolf." Klaus said as Y/N glared pushing past them both. Both men was quick to catch up to her and Klaus smirked.

"Here I thought you would be happy to see us."

"Well you are sorely mistaken." Y/N said rather coldly which surprised both of them. After leaving Mystic Falls Y/N cried over them then her sadness turned to anger that never went away.

"Listen what happened in......."

"Save it Elijah. I get it you four didn't really like me and was just using me to get the white oak."

"But we really....."

"What care? Yeah right, sorry if I don't believe you." Y/N said walking off and they both let her walk off and decided to watch over her from a distance. Two months of the four trying to get Y/N to forgive and to be with them while Marcel learned why the witches were following Y/N around.

"Pregnant? The witches think I am pregnant with Klaus's child?" Y/N said when Marcel had came into the coffee shop as she was happy that it was a slow day while Rebekah and Kol listened from a back table.

"That they do. So maybe find out if you are....I wasn't aware you two are......"

"We aren't. And if I am he won't be seeing my child." Y/N said coldly as Marcel watched her walk off wondering just what the Mikaelsons done to his little wolf. Y/N went to her doctor learning she was pregnant then made plans to not let the Mikaelsons know about the pregnancy.

"What do you two want?" Marcel asked seeing Elijah and Klaus walk into the Abattoir in a blur Klaus held him by his thoat holding him against a wall.

"Our little wolf where is she?"

"I have no idea where Hayley is....or did you mean Y/N? Here I thought that other wolf seen around you was your object of affection."

"Marcellus, tell us." Elijah said lowly when they heard her foot steps and they looked smiling as she glared.

"Wow not surprising that you both were going to hurt Mar to get your way." Y/N said ignoring how they both shamelessly raked their eyes over their love.

"Hey baby girl. Need something?" Marcel asked ignoring how both Originals glared at him as Y/N sighed.

"The witches are right."

"Oh....want to talk about it?" Marcel asked while Elijah and Klaus glared harder then stopped hearing a second heartbeat from Y/N.

"No. I'll let you finish up with them."

"Y/N is pregnant?!" Rebekah said surprised as Kol was equally upset like Elijah and Klaus that the idea their girl carrying another's child.

"From what I learned. Y/N is carrying Niklaus's child as the witches thought Hayley was the mother." Elijah said making them freeze and knew they needed to get Y/N under their protection.

"You are looking beautiful."

"What do you want Kol?" Y/N questioned glaring him as she worked cleaning off tables as Kol smiled.

"For you to forgive us as you are carrying Nik's baby. Let us protect you."

"No. I loved you four and you used me! And Klaus will never see my child!" Y/N said finishing up work leaving as Kol frowned before calling Rebekah.

"So you and Elijah?"

"I don't care Hayley. If you want to date the ass go ahead." Y/N tells the other wolf as Hayley smiled while Y/N looked at the book that Hayley brought her.

"This is a family tree. Most Alpha of a wolf pack has as one, this one is of the Crescent wolf pack."

"You know of the pack?" Hayley asked looking at the pregnant wolf.

"Yeah, it was my birth pack before given up for adoption." Y/N said pulling up her sleeve showing Hayley the Crescent mark on her wrist before continuing to telling Hayley about the wolf pack.

"Hayley seems to like you brother."

"I am aware Niklaus but much like you my heart belongs to Y/N." Elijah says as both were with Rebekah sitting in the coffee shop watching Y/N work and saw that she began to show a bit.

This went on for a month before Marcel got tired of it and had Davina trap Y/N with the siblings in the Abattoir to hash out their problems. So now Y/N sat pissed off arms crossed ignoring the Mikaelsons as Rebekah chewed on her bottom lip inching to touch Y/N's baby bump.

"Listen love yes at first we were using you. But we fell for you." Klaus said as Elijah stepped forward kneeling in front of Y/N getting her attention. Y/N saw the look of adoration and devotion in their eyes for her and it made her heart skip a beat.

"Baby, we fell for you and fell hard. And we were going to tell you the truth."

"Darling, we were heartbroken when you left and followed Hayley here to find you."

"Sweetheart, we are truly sorry and we understand if you don't forgive us but please don't take the child from us." Rebekah said sitting next to Y/N as the wolf looked at them seeing no lies but hurt broken vampires that loved a woman that they felt truly guilty for hurting.

"I forgive you. I missed you all." Y/N said tears falling down her cheeks as all four hugged her cuddling her. Y/N flushed burying her face in Kol's neck feeling them pressing closer as if to hide her away from the world promising to protect her from everything.

[valentina-arrington]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 “I loved you, and I'll love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I will love you then.”

♥︎ 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈

Name: Valentina Elena Cavallero Arrington Nickname: Val, Valé, V Date of Birth: 14 February 1996 [28] Place of Birth: London, England, UK [English-Spanish] Hometown: Marbella & Mallorca, Spain Current Residence: Marbella, Spain Occupation: —

♥︎ 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎

Status: Formerly engaged to David Catalano † — b. October 16, 1996 - d. June 29, 2017 Children: Diego Arrington-Catalano — b. March 02, 2015 Father: James Arrington, M.D.  Mother: Valentina Arrington (née Cavallero) Sibling(s): Alexander and Oliver (twins) & Catalina Arrington (twin) Cousin(s): Ezra Bryant & Valencia Cavallero-Sinclair

♥︎ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

Born as the youngest of the younger set of twins in the family, Valentina was her twin's polar opposite. Where Catalina was passionate and vivacious, Valentina was demure and gentle, having inherited both her mother's looks and kind disposition. With values deeply rooted with family, the news of her parents' divorce absolutely devastated her. Especially when her father decided to move back to London where he was originally from. Unable to voice her pain, she grew more introverted as her entire family decided all at once to go their different ways: with Alexander going off to medical school in the UK, Oliver travelling the world for months at a time, and Catalina getting into the dance school of her dreams half a world's away from home. Determined not to leave her mother behind, Valentina was greatly surprised when gifted the chance to vacation anywhere she wanted for the summer. But what was meant to only be a month turned into decade when consequential circumstances kept her from coming home.

♥︎ 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉

✓ kind, protective, self-sacrificing ✗ cautious, distrustful, self-critical

♥︎ 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓋𝑒

J01 • N01 • N02 • J02

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[huntveinse]

🔥   [ melissa barrera ,  she / her  +  cis female ] : Is  that  NOVA REYES ? The 29 year old HUMAN is known to be LOYAL and STUBBORN.  After spending  THREE WEEKS  in  Legion, working as a BARTENDER AT PANDEMONIUM, their  favorite  song  to  hum  is  EVIL EYE  by  FRANZ FERDINAND,  though  people  often  associate  them  with  BAD LUCK ATTACHED TO YOUR HIP WHEREVER YOU GO, UNCERTAIN PATHS & WORN OUT CONVERSE SNEAKERS. They are with UNAFFILIATED. ⸻  ali , 27 , she+her , cst + na.

name at birth    ⸺    sara sofia aguirre .

legal name    ⸺    nova sofia reyes .

sexuality    ⸺    pansexual .

age    ⸺    29 .

dob    ⸺    april 3rd .

family    ⸺    elena reyes ( adoptive mother ), juan reyes ( adoptive father ). malena ortiz ( biological mother; alive ), diego aguirre ( biological father; deceased ) .

children    ⸺    none .

pets    ⸺    none .

spoken languages    ⸺    spanish & english .

likes & dislikes    ⸺    likes : “oldies” music such as musical periods years 50s-80s ( 90s is pushin’ it), hard/rock music, alternative & soft metal genres, black coffee, addicted to java, monster energy drinks & g fuels, horror & classic comedies, most caramel things, people being honest with her even if it might hurt and just honest people, those with a good sense of humor  . dislikes : country music or music near associated with the genre (such as bluegrass; bluegrass is almost like a “branch” to the aforementioned genre), wine; neither red or white, lying to her or betraying her trust, those who have a gossiping nature, “nosy” and judgmental people.

zodiac    ⸺    aries . personality traits: (+) empathetic, sociable, independent, blunt. ( - ) impulsive at times, obstinate, disconnected, unlucky .

general personality: 

nova isn’t the type of person to dwell on her misfortunes. she has an, “it is what it is” attitude, takes it and moves on holding her head high; she doesn’t wallow in self pity. she’s a firm believer in treating others how you want to be treated so how things go with her depends entirely on how you treat her. however, she is also incredibly forgiving; she is not grudge holding. once you’ve gained her trust and loyalty, there is no mountain she would not move for that person. she is also very outspoken, she’s not shy with her thoughts, never has been and never will be. when it comes to the supernatural side of things, nova is skeptical. she’s dead set on the mindset none of that exists. 

biography. 

nova, born sara aguirre was born to a great lineage of hunters. at least on her father’s side  ⸺ the aguirre hunting family thoughout mexico, proud and respected amongst the hunting community. the union between diego & malena, doubted, questioned as malena was an ordinary human who wasn’t scared off by diego’s lineage, she was supportive of the fact and hopeful for their relationship to survive against all the odds of his family stacking against them. it was a relationship that persevered, living through any doubt those around them would share amongst each other. when had the last time been since a hunter in their family settled down with an average human? at least a hundred years. through their blossoming relationship, they’d have a child. a daughter born and she is the light of their lives they’d name sara and they doted on sara from her first breath of life to this world.

unfortunately with being part of an renounced and diligent hunting family, you make plenty of enemies from a variety of species but notoriously for the aguirres? a vampire who’s had it out for them for centuries. the story isn’t quite so clear what happened or why the beef started when it did, all the family knew is this vampire wouldn’t rest until the family line was deceased. sara was only two months old when her family fell to a heavy vampiric attack, leaving most of the family either dead or gravely injured but mostly dead with only a few members to scrape through. malena was near her own demise, diego would give his life to protecting to his family and with his death, malena was left with a baby sara and a difficult choice to make. with the remaining family members, they agreed it was for her own safety and protection to place her for a closed adoption. she would then be adopted by elena and juan reyes who’d always wanted a child of their own but found life to be too busy up until their forties where it was considerably harder to conceive and without hesitation, they took her as their own with a new name at the request of her birth mother and they would name her nova.

nova would then grow up in the home of the reyes’ where she would be unaware of her lineage throughout her life but would be unconditionally loved by her adoptive family. though even as a child, there was a yearning in her life, a unyielding feeling as though something were missing and it would carry on with her.

nova was twenty five when her father would suddenly pass from an unknown medical condition. his cause of death, a complete mystery to the reyes’ family and medical doctors alike. the official cause of death being undetermined but possible heart attack. it was at his funeral that through a grieving family would the truth slip out  ⸺ he truly loved you like you were his and it was only then when nova would know the truth that she were adopted. suddenly the world she’d known had a shaky meaning and it festered onto that lifelong feeling of some part of her life being missing. unlike most others in her position that would feel anger nova wasn’t angry. only left empty and a sense of wonder of where she came from. it wasn’t a thought that would drive most others up a wall, she was happy with who she had for parents but who were they? this sense of wonder would lead torn between tentative and gratitude. she would bounce around from job to job, travelling around to try to find that so called inner peace people talked about... if there even was such a thing, not to let it affect her so much as she should be happy, she had people who loved her anyway, right? her travels would eventually land her in legion where she would take on a bartender’s job at pandemonium's. there wasn’t much nova was talented in but she sure as hell could mix a drink and pull off some tricks.

HEADCANONS AND TIDBITS.

nova is technically the last remaining member of the aguirre hunting family with the surviving family members each falling to their own deaths over the years. she is completely unaware of her lineage  ⸺  the only thing she has of it is a pendant she’s had since she was a baby that her birth mother insured stay with her. it was “gifted” to her during her quinceañera and it is her birth father’s family’s crest pendant. she wears it around her neck as an 18′’ half necklace. when the truth was told to her, her mother told her it came with her when they adopted her. she wears it pretty regularly. it serves as both a loving gift from her parents when she was fifteen and part of another identity she yearns to know.

her car of choice she’s had for a few years now is a grey toyota camry.

her first real job coincidentally was a bartending job at 21 where she’d learn the ins and outs of the business. she’s good with the customers & can manage those who’ve had a bit too much. it might not seem like the dream job to others but she genuinely enjoys it and she’s good at it.

despite having a sense of disconnect with herself and the world at the moment, she does like to connect with others.

if she did believe in the supernatural, she’d be inclined to believe she was cursed somewhere. unluckiness rode her coattails, whether that was homework papers flying out of her backpack, that new phone months saved up for falls from her grasp and straight into a puddle in light of a storm or just missing a harsh deadline by a hair that wouldn’t be indented and that’s been the running theme of nova’s life. born under a bad sign, bad luck nipping at her heels, following her and encasing her like the plague. it’s a never ending cosmic joke of bad things happening, a running gag at this point but as her abuela would tell her, there were as many grey clouds in your life as you would accept them to be.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

what’s left of us

a/n: welcome to the first chapter of ‘the choices we make’. I've been teasing this for so long that I'm so excited to finally have something to show for it. I really hope someone reads it. 

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summary: The Hargreeves have slowly been putting the pieces of their lives back together after coming back from the 60’s. Upon clearing out Reginald’s old office, the siblings find a box containing the files of their birth families. What happens when Luther makes the choice to open his?

warnings: swearing, canon childhood abuse and trauma, canon death/murders

word count: 1,566

The siblings stood in the doorway, no one daring to go in. Diego awkwardly cleared his throat. “So... who first?” Luther glanced down at him as Klaus shoved past. “Oh, you big bunch of babies. He’s dead.” Klaus waved his arm about as he moved further into the office, the bottle of brandy in his hand. 

“Are you seriously drinking right now?” Diego asked incredulously. 

“Well, the bastard might be dead but”, he shuddered, “I still don’t like thinking about dear old dad.” 

“Well, the study won’t clean itself.” Five said, following Klaus into the room. “Everyone take a box. Like the rest of the house, if you think it’s important, bring it up, otherwise trash it. We don’t need more of the old man’s stuff than necessary.” The siblings moved apart, some grumbling, others sighing. The clocked ticked as they worked, and Luther thought back to how they got here. After getting back to 2019, after saving the world, the family had planned to settle in and enjoy being together. Unfortunately, the consequences of what came before were bound to catch up with them sooner rather than later. Diego and Vanya had both been arrested almost immediately following their arrival. While Klaus got shitfaced and Allison called every lawyer friend she had, Ben and Luther sat and sat, wondering where to go from there. But yet again, Five seemed to have a plan, and had somehow managed to get Hazel and Cha-Cha’s guns to the police without suspicion of family involvement. Diego had been released pretty quickly afterwards, and so had Vanya, on account of Leonard’s murder being self-defense. Diego suspected his death had probably done the police department a favor, given Leonard’s history and the fact that he had killed at least 2 other people that they knew of. Ben rejoining the living after the doomsday incident in Texas had been a welcome relief to all of them, and the family had never felt more cohesive. The town had mostly left them alone, but the siblings were trying pretty hard to stay out of the public’s way. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys, I think I found something.” Allison’s voice broke through Luther’s thoughts and he looked over to where Allison was lifting a big box onto the desk. The siblings turned and gathered around the desk. Five grabbed the box from Allison, and his eyes widened. 

“What? What is it?” Diego asked, standing next to Luther. 

“It’s our files.” Five said quietly. 

“Our what?” Luther asked, eyebrows raising. 

“Our files. All the information about our biological families, it’s in here.” Five responded. An uncomfortable tension settled over the siblings as they looked at the box. 

“So... who wants to go first?” Klaus asked tentatively. Five shook his head. 

“Forget about it, I’m not interested.” Five said, moving away from the box. Allison let go of it and moved back from the table and Diego turned back to his project. Klaus and Ben moved back over to the fireplace, where they were definitely not cleaning. Vanya and Luther looked at each other. Vanya eventually shrugged, and moved back to her earlier spot. Luther swallowed. Why was he so curious?

-

Luther couldn’t stop thinking about the file and the information it might contain. He was content sure, happy even, but he couldn’t stop wondering. Did he have a biological sister? A biological brother, maybe? What about his parents? Why had they given him up? Did they regret it? Luther’s thoughts consumed him so much that he missed the uneasy looks his siblings shared over breakfast the next morning. “Whatcha thinking about?” Klaus singsonged, sitting down next to him. Luther startled, and looked up at him. He sighed and sat back in his chair. 

“Are you guys really not going to look at your file?” Luther asked. The siblings all looked at him, worry etched onto their faces. 

“What, this family not good enough for you or something buddy?” Diego half-joked. 

“I just... how are you not curious?” 

Allison shrugged. “I’ve got you guys. Isn’t that enough?” Luther sighed. 

“Luther, opening those files is opening a can of worms you can’t close again. Once you know, you know. And you may not like what you find.” Five said solemnly. 

“Yeah, whose to say any of our biological parents were any better than dear old Dad?” Klaus said. 

“I mean, they did give us up. For money.” Vanya said, sitting down next to him. Luther looked at her. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” That seemed to be the end of the conversation, and the family resumed their normal breakfast chatter. And yet... Luther continued to wonder. 

-

The Academy was dark and quiet, the only semblance of peace this place seemed to get. It was 3:32 am and Luther was trying desperately not to wake anyone as he snuck into Dad’s study. He needed to know, can of worms be damned. This was driving him crazy, and he just... he needed to know. He pulled the box out from where it had been set in the corner, and pulled the lid off. His file was the first one, labeled NUMBER ONE. Luther sighed, and closed his eyes. Was he really going to do this? Luther opened his eyes and flipped the folder open. His eyes flicked over the page, looking for the information he cared about. 

Mother: Taunya Roberts

In a relationship with Richard Gray. Might prove to have complications later on.

Paid: $7 million

Location: San Diego, California

Luther’s eyes focused on the name of his biological mother. Taunya. Huh. Not exactly what he had been expecting, but it would do. The page mentioned nothing about already existing siblings, but he was curious about the “complications” his father mentioned. 

Which is how he wound up at the police station the next morning asking Diego’s cop buddy that had helped him escape if he could track down his mother for him. He had agreed and promised to give Luther a call when he found something. It hadn’t taken long and he met him back at the police station a few hours later, almost anxious to finally get an answer. Luther sat down at the man’s desk and he sighed. “Well, you’re in luck. Found the family. From San Diego like you mentioned. Here, take a look for yourself.” He turned the computer towards Luther and he leaned in, eyes scanning the document. 

Taunya had married Richard in 1990. Richard and Taunya divorced in 2006.

Had four kids. Elena, Steve, Madison, Addison.  Elena, born in 1993. Steve, born in 1996. Madison, born in 2000. Addison, born in 2001. 

Luther’s eyes continued to skim the document. All still living in San Diego until- there. 

Elena Gray current place of employment: Manhattan District Attorney’s Office

Elena Gray current location of residence: Manhattan, New York

Luther sat back in his chair. Not only did he have 4 biological siblings, but he had a chance to talk, meet, see one of them? Manhattan wasn’t too far, only a few hours drive. He sighed, thanking the man. Luther mulled this thought over in his head. Was he really going to do this?

-

Apparently, he was. Luther took a deep breath and shook out his nerves as he stood in front of the prestigious looking building. 1 Hogan Place. That’s what the information Diego’s police buddy had given him. There were no guarantees she’d be here, or that she’d even want to see him, so he’d written a letter, just in case. He walked in, and the front desk lady directed him to the office he presumed was hers. There was girl sitting at a desk in front of the office and Luther’s heart skipped a beat, wondering if this was her. The girl looked up at him and gave him a smile. “How may I help you?” She asked politely. 

“Hi, um, I’m looking for Elena Gray?” Luther asked, hoping the girl-Lucy, the name plaque said, he noted- didn’t notice how much his voice was shaking. His nerves were vastly vanishing and he was wondering why he hadn’t listened to Five when he’d had the chance. 

“Oh, she’s not here at the moment. She in court.” Lucy offered, still smiling. “Can I pass along a message for you when she gets back?” 

“Actually, uhm yeah. Could you give her this letter?” Luther said, extending the arm grasping the paper. 

“Of course. Who should I say it’s from?” Lucy said, taking it from him and placing a sticky note upon it. 

“Uh, Luther. Luther Hargreeves.” Luther said nervously and Lucy’s eyebrow quirked. “What?”

“Nothing... it’s just that your family is a bit uh.. notorious around these parts.” He nodded, not sure how to respond. “And would you like to leave a phone number so she can get back into contact with you?” 

“Uh, it’s in there.” He said, nodded to the letter. Lucy nodded, and looked back up at him. 

“Perfect. I’ll give that to her once she gets back. Anything else I can do for you?” Luther shook his head and realized his feet needed to start moving for fear of embarrassing himself any further. 

“Thanks for your help.” Luther offered the girl a smile and headed out of the building to his car. As he walked he began to feel a painful mixture of regret and elation. What did he just do?

[imagineaworlds]

Unordinarily Ordinary

      Chapter Two. The Beginning.

summary: I was born with the curse of being ordinary in a family filled with gifted kids. Here’s my story.

pairing: none, yet.

word count: 1560

warnings: cursing. family emotional abuse. ptsd. mention of drug addiction. mention of death.

The Family History - The Beginning - The Return of 0.05 - The Adventures of Klaus and Friends - The Seance - The Fight of a Lifetime

In 1989, my father set off to travel the world with Pogo to find the forty three children he believed possessed superhero-like powers. Prior to his travels, an anomaly struck forty three different woman, who all started the day non-pregnant. At exactly noon, all of these woman gave birth.

My father made it his life’s mission to find all of these children and raise them to reach their full potential. Upon buying my brother Luther off of his real mother, I was put on the back burner, so to speak. Beforehand, it wasn’t like my father paid much attention to me, but I was his heir, so he tried to educate me the best he could. But once Luther was there, Pogo and my mother were left to raise me.

My father then traveled again to get my brother Diego. His real mother didn’t want him, found out that Dr. Hargreeves was buying these children, and decided to give Diego away. As a baby, Diego would cry and cry, never stopping until mother held him. They always shared that special connection.

As more of these powered babies came to live in our home, the less my father bothered with me. He was a cruel man in that sense. I was too little to understand, but now I know that what he did was wrong in every way. He was no parent to me.

But when my father died, I couldn’t shake this horrible feeling. I felt sad. For the first time in my life, I wished that I could see my father, that I could say goodbye, or maybe even wait to hear him say “I’m sorry”. But the news came when I was halfway around the world. Even my brother Luther, who lived on the moon for four years, made it home before me.

At first, I didn’t want to go home. I held that letter in my hand for a good two days before deciding to bite. Pogo had sent me two plane tickets along with the letter. I hadn’t told him that I was no longer with Elena. It wasn’t like he needed to know, anyhow.

So I went home for the first time in thirteen years. Everyone waited for me, including Diego, who never much cared for me. When I saw our home again, I merely broke into tears. I had never felt true sorrow like that before… never. I missed the monster who had abandoned me as a child. I missed my father.

Like every family meeting, there were fights and fights about every small thing. But unlike every family, my siblings had powers that their disposal to use in these fights for their own advantages. I always had to fight with my words, which hardly ever worked.

On the morning of my father’s funeral, I laid on my old bed in my old room. I couldn’t bear to see Vanya or Klaus. The house was the most quiet it had ever been, with no alarms ringing or my father shouting orders. It was just us kids together again, thinking about our childhoods.

“Hey, sis,” Allison said, without bothering to knock. She invited herself in and sat on my bed with me, “How are you doing?”

I shrugged, “I’ve been better.”

“Where’s Elena?”

I looked up at her. I hadn’t told me siblings about her— not even Vanya. Pogo was the only one who knew. Then it dawned on me. “We separated about a month ago.”

“I’m so sorry, Sarah.” I stayed quiet, it was none of her business. “How was the wedding, at least?” Still none of her business. There was a reason none of my family was invited to the wedding, even my world famous sister. “Listen, I get it, we were never close growing up, but I’m always here for you.” I wondered when she would leave. “Have you talked to Klaus?”

“No.”

“You should.”

“He knows my rule—“

“But you could at least talk to him, Sarah. He did go to rehab, if you must know, but I figured he should have been the one to tell you.”

“Yeah? And is he still sober?” Allison fell silent. “That’s what I thought. I love him, but I can’t keep getting hurt because of his stupid mistakes.”

“We’re spreading dad’s ashes in an hour. Mom’s making breakfast, if you want anything.” Allison stood up and left without saying another word.

My head hit the pillows and I groaned. Allison and I never got along, even in the best of times. We were simply indifferent to one another. The problem was she and Luther always thought that they were better than me and Vanya. Granted, they never admitted to anything out loud, I knew the truth.

“Miss Sarah,” Pogo knocked, “I apologize for my eavesdropping. May I come in?”

I sat up straight and nodded, “Of course.” Pogo entered. “How much of that did you hear?”

Pogo sighed, “My dear, these walls are thin, these walls are old… there isn’t much I don’t know about what goes on under this roof.”

“So you heard all of it.”

“Might I suggest you give your siblings a chance? Miss Allison certainly seems to be trying with you.”

“She’s certainly trying my patience, as always.”

Pogo shook his head, “All those years you said just how much you hated your father and siblings, I must admit I never believed you. And when you came through those doors and cried, and your sisters ran to you… I realized you don’t really hate them. You just don’t want to be hurt.”

“You’ve been rehearsing that for a long time, haven’t you?” I chuckled to myself; Pogo didn’t laugh. “Fine, you might be right, but that doesn’t mean I have to suddenly sing kumbaya around the campfire with everyone, alright? I’m here for the funeral, and then I’m gone.”

“And what of Master Klaus?”

“I don’t have to explain that to you. Thin walls, remember.”

“I meant no offense, only thought it might make you feel better to talk about it out loud.”

“Well, it won’t help.” I didn’t mean to snap, but it had been a rough day, and the pestering visitors weren’t being helpful. But Pogo knew me too well, he knew my tone with him wasn’t personal. He knew better than Allison. I was in pain, and he was there to help.

“Will you help me down to the kitchen, Miss Sarah? Grace is cooking up a wonderful breakfast for all of us— just like old times.”

I forced a smile and a nod. Pogo linked his arm with mine and we made our way downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was eating breakfast silently. They weren’t quiet because that was the rule at the meal table, but because there was nothing to be said between one another. Despite years and years of not seeing each other, no one wanted to say anything.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Mom said, her faux smile bright.

“Hi, Mom.” I helped Pogo to his seat, and then sat next to Vanya. Dad’s seat remained empty. It went quiet again.

For that entire morning, my siblings were fairly quiet. Allison and Luther would occasionally whisper to each other, but that was it.

The funeral was quiet, just for family. It was pouring rain, the sky was grey with sorrow. Despite how horrible he was, the world lost a brilliant mind, one that wanted only to save it. Luther held the urn in his hands, waiting for someone to say something. Pogo gave a short eulogy about missing his friend, missing his family. I cringed at his words, he was so oblivious to our father’s torture. Diego snapped, and I couldn’t bear to hear it all.

“Just dump the damn ashes, Luther,” I said impatiently, my eyes glued to the ground. Klaus stood to my right, inching closer with his pink umbrella. I shivered in the cold. I hadn’t thought of bringing my own umbrella outside. “Go on.” Luther opened the urn and tuned it on its head. The ashes fell out and onto the ground.

“Very anticlimactic, don’t you think?” Klaus whispered to me with a quiet laugh.

I didn’t look at him, not when I could smell the weed on his clothes.

“It would have been better with some wind, or something,” Luther said.

Then Diego went off on another rant against 0.01. I shook my head and walked inside, Klaus following closely behind. “Leave me alone, Klaus,” I groaned.

“What? I can’t say hi to miss-goody-two-shoes-Sarah?”

“No.”

“But I’ve missed you!” he whined playfully.

“Go away, Klaus.”

“Come on, Sarah… what about the good old days before you got a stick stuck up your butt? Remember the parties—”

I turned and stopped in my tracks, “Enough, Klaus! Why won’t you just leave me alone?! If I wanted anything to do with you, I wouldn’t have left you here all those years ago.”

Everyone regrets something they’ve said or done in the past, it’s inevitable. Humans face error in every move they take. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t take back my words or actions against Klaus. I wish I could, but I can’t. Like I said, I have to fight my battles with words… and sometimes they aren’t the kindest words to fight with. Klaus, if you’re reading this: I’m sorry.

umbrella academy family: @peggy1999 @gorgeousdarkangel @marvelismylifffe

[laceymorganwrites]

Pull the dagger pt.1

Word Count: 2,186 Pairing: Klaus x reader Warnings: breakup, curse words

Mystic Falls, the city one could either love or hate.

You used to love the city, meeting and falling in love with the man who would change your life.

Born as a weapon to the witches, you never really felt right, your purpose was to eliminate the enemies of witches and nature.

The witches created you, the first vampire, to make sure nature would stay organized.

And for that they created a potion of chaos, you, planted it into a witch and as she gave birth to you, the witches tamed you, made you stronger, feeding you their blood, making you immortal and indestructible , to fulfill your purpose they stole your humanity.

One special night, the witches had to flee, monsters would haunt and kill all of them, triggering an enormous rage inside of you, which led to you killing all of them.

With your family dead, you traveled with vikings and landed in Mystic Falls, where you saved two brothers from the wolves, the Mikaelson family took you in and you and Niklaus fell in love.

You were there for him through his father´s beatings, the death of his younger brother, the vampire spell and the one repressing his wolf side.

If you had ever thought about being with someone for a long time, you would´ve thought that it would get boring and the love would get lost, but with Klaus it was different.

The love never got old, the flame never burnt out, he still made you laugh, showed affection and everything seemed perfect for the thousand years you´ve been married.

But nothing lasts forever, does it? As you both returned to Mystic Falls, the city where Klaus was born, he wanted to break the curse his mother laid upon him and you helped him.

In the process you´ve met the protectors of Mystic Falls, Elena, the Salvatores, Tyler, Bonnie and Caroline.

Caroline.

You should´ve seen it coming.

You tried to prey into their lives and during that you came to like them, so you could distract them, but Caroline had the same thing in mind.

You registered the way Klaus looked at the blonde newbie vampire, and you hated it.

Now you were sitting alone at a bar, furious and devastated, knowing that something had happened.

„You´re still doing it“ your husband arrived and sat down next to you.

„Doing what?“ you asked bored, not bothering to look up. „Loving me“ he sat down next to you and looked you in the eyes, you chuckled.

„Are you kidding me?“ now you finally looked at him. „You shouldn´t love me, I´m not good for you. After all these years I´ve came to realize that and I´m sorry, staying with you was selfish. I understand why you stayed with me, then I was broken and you fixed me, protected me and I´m forever grateful for that, but it was never love. A thousand years we´ve lived a lie, destroying each other. It was never real, you drank my blood and I drank yours, we were always lying to each other.“ and he was lying now, trying to find excuses to push you away. You turned away, trying to stop the tears.

„If you want to break up with me, just get on with it“ your voice broke. „You´re better off without me“ he said in the end and walked out of the bar, leaving you all alone. A week later, you traveled to New Orleans, your former home, you couldn´t stay in Mystic Falls, not with him around.

You found out he wasn´t cheating, like you thought, which was a nice surprise.

You drove and cried, wanting to forget all that has happened.

You stopped in the French Quarter, it was like nothing changed, the Jazz was still there, all the bars and voodoo shops, even the streets and buildings remained.

„You“ a female voice made you turn around to face Jane Anne Deveraux.

„Do we know each other?“ you asked, you knew a witch when you saw one, but this woman was unfamiliar.

„No, but every witch knows you, you returned“ the smile on her face was very audible in her voice, she must´ve heard the prophecy.

„It´s a lie, the prophecy, I´m not here, because of it“ you were tired of all the lies being told about you. „But you´re pregnant“ Jane Anne responded, leaving you laughing. Who did this witch think she was?

„You must be so desperate, who do you have a problem with?“  you were also tired of being used. „I can feel the energy, I don´t want to anger you“ she held up her hands in defense and stepped back. „You shouldn´t, my husband just broke up with me“ you chuckled coldly. „The prophecy is true then, at least part of it“ she reminisced. „Yes, the part where I save my love and humanity is true. If you´d excuse me, I need to buy a pregnancy test“ you were getting annoyed, what on earth was going on? Not that you´d believe that witch, but still, just to be sure.

“It was an honor to meet you, if you need anything, the witches will always be in your favor“ Jane Anne bowed down and you rolled your eyes.

„I´m sick of being treated like a hero! I´m a weapon, my purpose is to kill every chaos! And I failed, vampires haunt witches, witches are out of control, the only ones peaceful are the werewolves, the ones I should protect the world of!“ you´ve had enough of it, of all the people telling you who you were and how you felt. „I´m sorry you feel that way, for me you´ll always be a hero“ she gave in. Then Jane Anne went the other way and you bought three pregnancy tests, which you used in a petrol station.

They were all positive and you decided to seek a doctor the next day.

With that knowledge you wandered through the streets until you stopped at the old Mikaelson mansion, your old home.

You must´ve stayed there too long, because a man came up to you and asked you to leave.

„I had a really rough week, do you really think you want to upset me?“ you answered, staying in the exact same spot.

„Stop threatening me, you need to leave“ he urged. „And why?“ you stretched it in an annoyed way. „This is our territory“ he demanded and you needed to hold back a laugh. „Can´t a woman just pass this building without being asked to leave, this is the most important mansion in history“ you stated, unbelievable. „I doubt that“ he puffed. „In mine it is“ you were stubborn. „You need to leave“ he finally said when he was interrupted. „Is there a problem, Diego?“ a familiar voice asked, the man walking out of the shadows.

„Marcellus!“ you ran up to him, hugging him tightly, you had thought he died.

„(Y/N)! Diego, this is (Y/N), the oldest vampire in history, you should show some respect“ Marcel told Diego. „I´m sorry, ma´am“ he got back into the compound. „It´s alright, don´t worry I don´t bite“ you chuckled. „Come in, be my guest!“ Marcel cheered and you entered the mansion the first time in ninety years.

„I missed you so much, what have you been up to?“ Marcel started a conversation.

“I missed you too“ you absently looked at the horizon. „What brings you back?“ he asked curiously, of course he´d like to know. „Well, Klaus broke up with me and it turns out I´m pregnant“ you straightly told him without any unnecessary details. „No way! He must be out of his mind! Now I´m a child of divorced parents“ Marcel tried to joke. You laughed, you had missed him.

„It´s actually my fault, Marcel“ you corrected him. „Why would you say that?“ he worriedly took your hand.

„Well, he said I shouldn´t love him, because he was a bad person“ you really wanted to talk about something else. „But I thought, that was what you liked about him?“ Marcel was confused. „I liked everything about him, and I still do. You see, when I met him, he was very different, he was broken, weak and I stood with him through it all, he wanted to do the same thing, so he impressed me all the time, began killing people, conspiring and encountering kingdoms for me, it made him paranoid, if I had a dollar for every time he accused me for cheating!“ you laughed, all the memories you had.

„So you´re saying you made him evil? I don´t think so, it was his choice and you´re hella romanticising that stuff he did, he´s a cruel man, you shouldn´t miss him“ Marcel defended you. „But I do, and I know he made some bad decisions and did some evil things, but he never lost himself, well, until the night our home burned“ you said. Marcel looked away, reminding himself of his fault.

„It changed him, he never was the same. I should´ve been there for him“ you knew it was your fault. „You were, you were always there for him, why do you blame yourself, he broke up with you!“ Marcel couldn´t believe it. „I either loved too much or to little, I could´ve never do anything right, could I?“ you chuckled. You started to cry again, knowing it was your mistake only.

„Don´t cry, you should smile, you´re finally free of him, we should throw a party for you, you´re back!“ Marcel stood up. „Yes, party sounds good“ you smiled. „And tomorrow I will drive you to the doctor“ he returned the smile. „Thank you“ you meant it. „Will you stay?“ he asked. „I think so, yes“ you nodded. „I´m controlling the place now, but I would appreciate your help“ your eye twitched, was that the person he was now? „Alright then, I will dress up“ you faked a smile. „Welcome everyone, tonight is a special night, my mother has returned! Greet (Y/N)!“ Marcel shouted and got the attention of all the vampires attending the party.

„Are you ready?“ he asked you as he escorted you from your room.

You just nodded and walked down the stairs.

The music vibrated through your whole body, the sound of laughter and kissing, the smell of sweat and blood, the fun and fear.

You danced alone on a big table, moving slow, then fast, sometimes a human would come up, which you would drink from. Forgetting all your troubles, that was what you desired.

„What the hell are you doing here?“ Marcel spotted Klaus and went to have a chat with him.

„Killing a witch who was plotting against me and gave me a rather interesting information, now where´s (Y/N)?“ he never was a patient man. „I´m not going to let you destroy her night, you won´t hurt her again“ Marcel backed up. „You see, I don´t give a damn what you have to say, this is none of your business, she cheated“ Klaus sounded as if he really believed it, Marcel chuckled at that thought. „You paranoid son of a bitch“ he bellowed. „Excuse me?“ Klaus smirked a dangerous smirk.

„She wasn´t cheating, it´s yours“ Marcel explained. „That´s not possible“ Klaus whispered more to himself than to Marcel. „Leave her alone“ he demanded. „I just wanted her to have a life“ Klaus responded. „I really liked you two as a couple“ Marcel reminisced. „Me too, but she´s better off without me“ were his final words. „I don´t think so, you know her, she´s pretending to be okay, but on the inside, she´s falling apart, make this right“ Marcel pointed his finger. „I fucked up, didn´t I?“ Klaus finally gave in. „Big time, now leave“ Marcel waved at him like he tried to swish away a nasty insect. „Can you tell her I´m sorry?“ Klaus held him back. „I will, it´s good to see you after everything“ Marcel sighed and forced a smile, hoping he´d just leave already. „It is, we all thought you dead, we grieved“ Klaus explained. You turned away as Marcel came back to the party, you heard everything.

And as Marcel was out of your sight, you left the party to do something incredibly stupid.

„Wait!“ you screamed.

„Don´t. I will only hurt you again“ you could hear the regret in his voice. „You won´t, you´re stuck with me, remember?“ you slowly walked up to him and smiled sweetly. „Can you forgive me?“ he pleaded. „Despite everyone telling me not no, I already did“ you sighed. „I´m sorry, I don´t even know why I did that, why I wanted to run and lose the one thing that makes me human“ he took your hand. „I´m having your child and I don´t have a clue how that could happen, but what I know is, that this child should grow up in a kingdom we both rule.“ you finally told him your true intentions. „Are you saying what I think you´re saying?“ Klaus pulled you in by your waist. „We´re at war, soldier“ you smirked. „I love you so much“ he kissed you.

[danicadenniss]

Totally Spies 2024: Alexandria Elisa Laurent-Casoy

Fullname: Alexandria Elisa Casoy

Aliases/Nicknames: Alexia, Alexis, Alex, Mean Girl/Girly Sister by Mandy, her younger twin sister Caitlin and her friends, Sweetie Bell by her mother Aimee, Pretty Tall by her father Cameron

Dates Of Birth: July 22nd, 2010

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: European (part French, part Spanish)

Height: 4'9

Hair Color: Light Auburn

Eyes Color: Ocean Blue

Skin Color: Peach (Freckled Complexion)

Sexuality: Autistic Pansexual

Religion: Christian

Home: Beverly Hills, California (Born in Nice, France)

Hobbies: Studying English, French and Spanish, Taking care of animals, Practicing Soccer and Cheer Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, Studying Biology with her best friend Sammie, Doing some exercises at P.E with Clover, Stopping her Caitlin and the other mean girls included Mandy for hurting her best friend Sammie, ruling her and her older brother Allen's lives, Going to Church every Sunday, Studying Medical Science, Spending Time with Family and Friends

Favorite Color: Light Pink, Golden Yellow, Pale Blue

Family Members: Cameron Casoy (father/papà), Aimee Laurent-Casoy (mother/mère), Alexander Diego Casoy (older brother), Caitlin Kelly Laurent-Casoy (younger twin sister), Oniky (pet pig), Elena Casoy (paternal aunt/tia), Miguel Casoy (paternal grandfather/abuelo), Cassandra Casoy (paternal grandmother/abuela), Lucia Casoy (paternal great grandmother/bisabuela), Carlos Casoy+ (paternal great grandfather/bisabuelo), Casoy Ancestors+, Charles Louis Laurent II (maternal grandfather/grand père), Anna Laurent (maternal grandmother/grand mère), Charles Louis Laurent III (maternal uncle/oncle) Charles Louis Laurent I (maternal great grandfather/arrière grand père) Françoise Laurent+ (maternal great grandmother/arrière grand mère), Claire Laurent+ (Ancestors)

Role in the team: The Animals Lover

Friends: Samantha Nyad Simpsons (best friend), Kairi Yue Ewing, Britney Diana Smith-Lewis, Dean Ace LaBride, David Santiago Rodriguez, Louise Sarah Wallace

Rivals: Candace Margaret Sweet (arch rival), Amanda Erica Luxembourg, Isabella Luz Dominique, Marvin Robert Luxembourg

Love Insterests: Blaine Hiro Chen

Fashion Choices: Cute, Elegant and Elegant Clothes

Favorite Movies/TV Shows: My Tiny Horsey

Favorite Music: Christian Pop, French Pop, Latin Pop

Favorite Foods: French Cuisine, Spanish Cuisine

Favorite part of being a spy: To save and help people, her family, her friends and animals including Oniky

My version of Alexandra is different from the original. The original Alexandra is a mixed between a tomboy and a girly girl, She is a shy girly girl.

For the design I turned her into a beautiful, peach-skinned, freckled complexion, lean figure Southern and Western European teenage girl with long straight/wavy light auburn hair with sides swept bangs kept in a braided ponytail, spot narrow light ginger eyebrows, thin long eyelashes, ocean blue eyes, rosy cheeks, thin lips, her makeup consists of golden yellow eyeshadows rose gold blush on her cheeks and light pink lipstick on her lips and wearing cute, comfortable and elegant girly clothes including dresses, blouses, tops, pants, shorts, mini leggings, skirts, flats, comfortable shoes, jewelry accessories instead of sporty clothes including hoodies, sweat shirts, sweat pants and sneakers.

Alexia is a kind girl in Beverly Hills High School. She is a girly girl, she practiced a bit of sports including soccer, cheer and pep, and dance, she is an animal lover and she taking care of animals including her pet pig, Oniky. She studied biology with her best friend Sammie and she practiced cheer with Clover, the girls and boys waved at her nicely, she dislike her younger twin sister Caitlin for not being girly, she and her friends including Mandy who bullying her and her classmates included her best friend Sammie and ruined her her brother Allen's lives by skipping school and classes, cheating everybody's papers and other mean things including her mean and rude behavior, she wearing short sleeves golden yellow catsuit, fingerless gloves and combat boots, she interested in Medical Science.

Alexia was to work W.O.O.H.P because she resuce a newborn piglet from scary cannibalism butchers, when she was in Knotty's Dairy Farm, she was 5 years old, her Cameron, Jeri and the agents of W.O.O.H.P arrested them for cannibalism, as he comforted her and she named her Oniky.

Alexia's family was born between in Spain and France and moved to USA, when she was a year old baby and she had Autism. She lived with her parents and her siblings, her father Cameron Casoy is a scientist who worked for W.O.O.H.P, her mother Aimee Laurent-Casoy is a fashion designer who at Faith's Spear, her older brother Alexander Diego Laurent-Casoy who is a college student at the University of California Los Angeles and Art, he is a good artist and smart like Clover and Sammie. She studied to be a physical therapist until she graduated from Beverly Hills High School and attended to the University of California, Berkeley for the next four years.

Totally Spies c Zodiak Kids & Family Studio

Characters design and art c D.D's art

[music-is-love-90]

Chapter 8 for your consideration

Ch. 8:

Eleanor leaned against the pews of St. Anne while Klaus paced in the aisle.

“Kieran’s getting worse.” She said softly.  

Klaus nodded and she sighed.

“Cami won’t ever give up.” She told him.  “I’m afraid she will be devastated…and unprepared for the task that her family shoulders if she can’t find a cure.”

Klaus moved towards her and wrapped her in his arms.

“You needn’t worry, love.” He said softly as she leaned her head against his chest.   “We’ll do whatever needs to be done to help her.”

Eleanor nodded and closed her eyes, melting into her husband’s embrace.

“I love you, Nik.” She whispered.  “I know how she feels a little.  I haven’t really let myself mourn for Kol and Finn since I awoke because I know that if I stop and let myself feel that pain, I’ll be useless to the cause, but I can feel it on the edges when I pause for just a moment and it is all consuming.”

She was silent for a moment.

“Why didn’t you kill those responsible?” she asked softly. “That Elena girl, she still lives. Why isn’t her blood intermingled with Kol’s ashes?”

“She’s of the Petrova Doppelganger line.” Klaus replied simply.  “I needed her blood.”

Eleanor didn’t seem happy with this explanation, but she let it go.  The couple held each other for a few more minutes before being interrupted by Oliver, dragging another werewolf behind him.

“You don’t stop squirming, I don’t care who you know, I’m gonna kneecap you right here.” The Crescent threatened, stopping short as Klaus appeared in front of him.

“When I asked you to bring Cary to me, it was as my guest.” Klaus told him, clearly annoyed.  “Might I recommend you release him before I opt to release you from your mortal coil.”

“I found him like you asked, and he jumped me.” Oliver groused. “Now, his pack’s been going at mine since the beginning of time.  I don’t owe him a thing.”

“Which is why Marcel was able to take this city from you and why I’m considering doing it again.” Eleanor said, approaching more slowly. She ignored Klaus and Oliver and smiled at Cary.  “Hello, darling.  I’m Eleanor.”

She held out her hand and the werewolf hesitantly took it. She pulled him away to sit on a pew as Klaus continued to glare at Oliver.

“The packs should have been united.” He told the werewolf as Eleanor checked on Cary’s health and put him at ease.  “Marcel saw that weakness and he exploited it.  If you seek to rebuild with only the Crescents, you may as well stay in you hovels in the bog!”

He turned away from Oliver and moved over to his wife, who smiled at him.

“There are legends about you in the werewolf packs.” She told him, obviously amused.  

“Are there really?” he asked, leaning against the pew and turning to Cary.  “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of an introduction.”

“Legend says you’re descended from our line.” The werewolf told him.

“The legends are true.” Klaus replied.  “Here.” He pulled his birth father’s ring out and showed it to Cary.  “I understand that this ring was passed down through generations of our family.  I need to know what stone it housed.”

“I never saw it with a stone.” Cary told him.

“Could you ask around, darling?” Eleanor asked, smiling kindly.  “My husband is devoted to the cause of helping his pack and all the others as well, but we need to know what stone this housed to do that.”

Cary looked between them and nodded.  Eleanor smiled and took his hand, squeezing it.

“Thank you.”

Klaus left Eleanor at the church, and she was about to go up to check on the priest, but was distracted when Diego appeared at the door. She waited for a moment, but he didn’t say anything.

“Diego?” she said finally, approaching him slowly.  “Is everything alright?”

“I don’t trust Klaus any further than I could throw him.” He told her, making her stop.  “Elijah’s a dick, but at least I know where I stand with him.  And you, I don’t know you.”

“Okay.” She said slowly.  “Is there a point to this assessment of my family, or…?”

“The point is I don’t know you, but nothing you’ve done since rejoining the world has harmed the vampires of this city.” He continued. “You actually seem to care about the vampires here and if I have to trust someone, you are the only one who hasn’t betrayed me.”

“Diego, I’m confused.” Eleanor said.  “Why are you - ?”

“Marcel approached me.” Diego interjected.

Eleanor started.

“He wants to get the vampires on his side.” He continued.  “He says you and Klaus are holding secret meetings with the witches and the werewolves.  That you’re making deals.”

“Of course we’re making deals.” Eleanor said.  “We’re trying to make a lasting peace, which requires compromise.  As the Original Family, we have an obligation to you and the rest of our communities. We’re vampire, but we’re also werewolf and witch and fae.  We’re trying to bring all of our people into one community.”

“Marcel wants to kick you out, return it back to the way it was.” Diego told her.  “That’s going to appeal to a lot of the vampires who have been used to being in charge.”

Eleanor sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“Don’t tell anyone what you’ve told me, if you don’t mind?” she asked with another sigh.  “If Nik hears, he’ll launch a full out war and if Elijah will go with him because he doesn’t like to be messed with, and that will be to the detriment of us all.”

Diego nodded.

“I can’t promise no one will jump ship.” He warned.

“I know.” She acknowledged.  “Thank you for telling me.”

Diego nodded and a second later, he was gone.  Eleanor sighed and leaned against the pew again.

“Are you okay?”

Eleanor lifted her head to see Cami by the alter.

“Just…politics.” She replied with a rueful smile.  “Turns out controlling a city, not so easy.”

Cami smiled and shook her head as Eleanor took a deep breath.

“I was just coming to check on your uncle.  How is he today?”

“Worse.” Cami replied sadly.  “He’s getting weaker.”

Eleanor walked over and took the other woman’s hands in hers.

“Nik went to talk to Genevieve.” She told her.  “And when that inevitably blows up, I have a back up plan. In fact…” she glanced at her watch, “we might be able to hear the explosion from here.”

Cami just chuckled and shook her head.

In the Coven House, the explosion was bubbling just like Eleanor predicted.

“You came all this way to beg for some human’s life?” the witch scoffed.

“Father Kieran’s time is running out, and he has been an ally to me.” Klaus told her.

“Your ally…and Cami’s uncle.” Genevieve pointed out. “How does your wife feel about you helping dear Cami?”

“My wife cares for Camille as well and would do what needs to be done to help her.”  Klaus ground out.  “Now can you help the Father?”

“Sorry.” Genevieve said dismissively.  “As I’ve already said, there’s no way to undo that hex.”

“Oh, come on.” Klaus shot back.  “You and I both know there’s a loophole.  Isn’t that what you’re exploiting with my wife?”

“Eleanor is only under a curse.” Genevieve replied calmly. “That is entirely different from being under a hex.  I don’t have a loophole for this, at least not among my people.” She trailed off. “Although…I do wonder.  Your mother was powerful.  She would have had access to all manner of spells.  Perhaps I could take a look through her grimoire.”

Klaus chuckled slightly.

“You want to use father Kieran’s ailment as an excuse to look through my mother’s spellbook.  Very devious.”

“Come on.” She wheedled.  “The grimoire is worthless to you.  But with its power, I could solidify my place in the coven.”

“No, I’m sorry, love.” Klaus told her.  “It’s bad enough my mother’s power was consecrated with your ancestors.  The last thing I need is for you to get a look at an entire book of her dirty, little tricks.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Genevieve said dismissively. “Particularly for poor Father Kieran. I guess you’ll be the one to tell Cami.”

Klaus lunged at her and slammed her against the table by the throat before leaning in close.

“You think you have leverage over me.” He hissed.  “I will not be manipulated.”

“Vamisa la visia.” Genevieve hissed.

Klaus groaned and released Genevieve.

“And I won’t be threatened.” She shot back, stumbling away. “And if you try that again, it won’t be you that bears the brunt of my displeasure, but you’re dear wife.  So, between the two of us, we each know where we stand. As long as we can retain that mutual respect, I don’t need for any further demonstrations of power.  Don’t call me again.”

Klaus came into his bedroom to find Eleanor at the dressing table, working on her make up for the party that night.   He came up behind her and pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck.

“How did your meeting with Genevieve go?” she asked, smiling in the mirror at him.

“As well as expected.” He said with a sigh.

“That bad, huh?” she said with a chuckle.

He went and sat on the bed.

“She won’t help us and she wants Mother’s grimoire.”

Eleanor shook her head.

“The last thing we need is that book falling into the hands of the French Quarter Witches.” She said instantly.  

Klaus nodded, but looked thoughtful.

“It could work to our advantage, though.”

Eleanor studied him for a moment and then her face hardened.

“No.” she said immediately.   “No.”

Klaus’s face became stubborn and Eleanor got to her feet.

“I have worked hard to maneuver Cami into a place where she might be able to appeal to Genevieve.” She told him angrily.  “You will not screw this up.  Kieran is more important than your need to get one over on that harlot!”

“She threatened you!” he shot back.  “That cannot be allowed to stand!”

“She threatens me every day!” Eleanor yelled at him.  “If we return a volley every time, we’ll spend every damn day locked in battle with the Wicked Witch!”

“I will not show weakness to her.” Klaus growled.

“You will if that’s what you need to do to get what we want done!” she shouted back.  “We need the witches just as much as we need the wolves and the vampires!  I am close with Davina, but we don’t need to make more enemies than we already have!”

“She is already an enemy!” Klaus sneered.  “We might as well treat her that way!”

“She is an ally until I say differently.” Eleanor declared. “And as the cursed member of this marriage, I declare the right to decide when we piss off the people holding the key to my curse!”

“What is all the shouting?”

The couple spun to see Elijah in the doorway, almost dressed and holding his jacket in his hand.  Husband and wife glared at each other before Eleanor huffed and  sat at the dressing table once more, turning her back on the two men.

“Just a disagreement on the party tonight.” Klaus assured his brother.  “My dear wife doesn’t agree with my choice of tie.  She thinks it will clash with her dress.”

Elijah quirked an eyebrow.

“You two have been yelling at each other for 10 minutes about a tie?” he questioned.

“Eleanor has very strong feelings about it.” Klaus replied.

“Uh huh.” His brother said skeptically.  “Well, I’m almost ready.  Will your…disagreement be settled soon?”

“Yes.” Eleanor said, getting to her feet and still ignoring her husband.  “Both of you out.  I need to get dressed.”

She glared at the two men and they eventually retreated. Eleanor closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  After a second, she moved towards her closet to get dressed.

Klaus walked onto the balcony to find Eleanor leaning on the railing, watching the festivities below.  She was dressed in a blood red gown so dark it was almost black, with a draped back.  He had to stop himself from running his hand down her back.  Instead, he went and leaned next to her.   They stood there in silence, watching the crowd.

“What are you planning?” she asked softly.  “Cut off the hand of who ever she sent to get the grimoire and give it back to her?”

“How did you guess?” he asked.

Eleanor laughed humorlessly.

“I know you, husband.  Even if I’m not sure of this new version who has grown in my absence, I know you.  I know your quirks and I know your ways.  And I trust you.  I just wish you trusted me.”

“Do you know what I did when I left you earlier?” he asked and she shook her head.  “I went and got Mother’s spellbook and got it ready to set the trap.  But instead…” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a page from the book, “I got this.  I thought we could give it to Davina.  It might help our cause with her.”

She looked over the page in her hands and pressed her lips together before nodding.

“I do trust you.” He said softly.  “More than I trust anyone, even Elijah.  I trust you with my life and my heart.  It’s just…I’ve been doing this alone for so long, Ellie.”

Eleanor reached over and took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly.  

“You didn’t need to be alone.” She told him.  “Elijah, Bex, hell even Kol, they all would have been there for you if you would have let them.  But that is the past.  I’m here now and you’ll never be alone again, but you have to let me in.  You have to include me in decisions and you have to trust me when I tell you that something is a bad idea.  This is what I have done for my entire life and we can’t have this argument every time you decide your way is best.  I promise you, there will be time when your way is best.  But violence is not always the answer, despite what you may have learned in the past few centuries.”

“But it’s what I’m best at.” He told her with a charming smile that made her shake her head.

“This is why no one in this town likes us, just so you know.” She pointed out.

“I never said their hatred was misplaced.” He said, shrugging.

Eleanor shook her head again.

“I don’t hate everything about your plan.” She told him. “Laying a trap is a good plan, but if you had talked to me, we could have figured out a compromise.”

“Well, her minion is on his way, so if you have a better plan, now is the time, love.”

“Will you follow my lead?”

Klaus smiled.

“Always, my love.”

Eleanor shook her head and headed back inside and Klaus followed. She headed to the balcony and watched as a male witch walked over to the table where the grimoire lay.

“A little too easy, isn’t it?” Klaus called.  “We’ve been expecting you.”

Husband and wife appeared next to him and Eleanor grinned.

“You’re late.” She told him.  “We have a party to get to.”

[westportroleplay]

ISABELLE FLORES --

Birthdate: January 27th, 1984 ( 34 ) Gender and Pronouns: Cisfemale, she/her Hometown: Houston, Texas Neighborhood: Midway City Occupation: Paralegal at Coburn and Associates Face-claim: Jessica Alba Trigger Warnings: Alcoholism, Death, Depression.

BIOGRAPHY --

Somehow, every person on planet earth has had ‘that moment’. It could’ve been a collection of moments too, but sometimes, all it takes is one single moment to tip your entire world on its end in order to change your life forever. There are some cases in which many come out unscathed, but the rest? They don’t. A few battle wounds, maybe… but the select few that don’t make it out, wouldn’t have heard the words ‘Time heals all wounds’— a phrase turned into poison after hearing it for the umpteenth time after her husband’s funeral.  Isabelle Lane. Now, thirty-four with battle wounds, heartbroken and beaten. Lost, blind, and physically burnt out. She’s got a smile that could light up a cloudy day, but eyes that burn with an almost lingering sadness that refuses to leave. As cliché as it sounds, she really wasn’t always this sad. Pre-heartbreak, Isabelle was driven, happy, and seemingly unbothered by the trivials of life. Her family owned a Mexican bar and grill in Houston, Texas that had been booming since her birth, all thanks to the authentic recipes provided by her grandparents. Her parents, Elena and Howard were incredibly in love, shortly bringing Isabelle’s younger brother into the picture a few years later.

They were a happy family that stretched the importance of being there for one another— which you would find in almost any heart-warming family movie. In school, Isabelle excelled greatly. She was heavily involved in extracurricular activities, not the mention, having her eye on that student body president position since her freshman year of high school. Perhaps it was her nature, as no one else in her family had been this passionate about academics, but they supported her anyway— even if they didn’t understand. After all, how can you not be proud of success? Then, entered the new kid from San Diego, California. With dorky glasses to contrast his arrogant and boastful personality, Salvador Flores strived to bring his own reign of success to his new school. He always had his head in the clouds, which was probably why he hadn’t noticed Isabelle until it was their junior year. For two years, Isabelle would bore her eyes into the back of Salvador’s head for taking everything she ever wanted. Girls would swoon over his accent and grovel whenever he’d walk down the halls. Perhaps, that was why he hadn’t noticed the over-achieving brunette until she kicked him in the shins for taking her spot as student body president, leaving her as the vice. Since then, the two were at war. He would taunt her for being smarter and more charming, enjoying how much she’d burn with rage each and every time.

Alas, as all love stories go, the two fell in love by graduation— a moment that most expected anyway. Most figured it was just about time. They were voted best couple in school, after all. The two survived the distance when they were off to college— Isabelle, who got accepted into University of Houston for Law, and Salvador, who went to George R. Brown School of Engineering. However, shortly after one year, Salvador’s family had been suspected of illegal residency, which prompted the impulsive decision to head to the recruiting office instead of a lecture. Weeks later, he told Isabelle and the two were in a state of uncertainty and fear for months. All was well with a few promises made and the support from both families that nothing would change. The first few months of basic training weren’t terribly difficult for Isabelle. With the company of his sister and mother, along with her own family members, three months passed by with ease. When he returned, Isabelle got down on one knee —ironically, in the same evening that Salvador had planned to do so as well— and within the next few days, along with incredible teamwork, the two had a beautiful barn wedding. Her moment came when a military official had greeted her with a death notification. His words were almost embedded into her memory— as if the last fourteen years were all a blur, and all she could hear was that he was ‘sorry for her loss… that Salvador Flores was a good man that died too young’.

The next year, Isabelle had spent most of her time pretending that she was okay. She nodded when others would give her comfort, she cried for days on end for months until she would faint from dehydration. She would try to work, but to no avail, was asked to take a much-needed vacation. So she did just that. She cleaned her home, helped out at the bar and grill, but didn’t feel any different— even months later. Isabelle drowned herself in alcohol, slipping into a deep depression. Keeping it hidden was no longer of concern, as she just didn’t care. Her whole world was gone— so what was the point? It took six months for her friends and family to reach out. They even held an intervention in order to get her to go to an AA meeting. Which worked, for the first month, but it didn’t occur until her last meeting that it took more than just alcohol to drown out the pain of losing a loved one. Isabelle realized she couldn’t move on when everything around her reminded her of Salvador. The presence of both their families didn’t help either. So, after two bottles of wine and a long night of searching the web, her decision was made. She emailed the head partner of Coburn and Associates in Westport, Georgia and after weeks of back and forth negotiating, the deal was done. She packed her bags and left behind all she knew, for a desperate attempt at starting over.

If it was possible, anyway.

PERSONALITY --

( + ) candid, logical, self reliant. ( - ) callous, defensive, uncommunicative.