#I see Lorna as the youngester

[azysia]

Hello everyone!

I need your advice real quick. I'm writing a modern setting no magic AU for Agatha All Along where everyone is alive (at the beginning at least) and I'm in need of some ideas or headcanons that you would like to read. I have many of my own but I'd really like to hear something from another perspective. I have ideas for three stories right now but I'll start with one at a time. Which one should I write first? Do you have any ideas for any of it that I can add here?

1. Where Agatha is a little girl living in an orphanage after her mother abandoned her (better for Agatha tbh). Agatha makes friends with Alice and it turns out they have more in common than it seemed. They become friends. Now option A. Alice is living with Lilia after her mom died or B. Alice is living with Lorna but Lorna and Lilia are friends. Alice talks about Agatha all the time and when Lilia hears it it makes her think of her own past and upbringing. Lorna knows that Lilia had lost her family before they met. They talk about it for a while. Lilia eventually adopts a girl and she's living with her (alongside young Alice in option A and alone with Alice and her mother as neighbours in option B). Jen is Alice's friend from school and Rio is a girl from around somewhere (where? Not gonna tell you yet). Don't know where that story is going, I have it mostly planned for like just a half. (Teen went out the window for this one)

2. Agatha is the youngest here, she's a teen. Alice is Agatha's only friend (Agatha's in denial and she doesn't acknowledge it but Alice knows). Lilia is Evanora's friend (like they talk much but don't really see each other) so she doesn't know what Evanora's doing to her daughter. She finds out and tries to confront Evanora but the woman's a delulu bítch. Evanora's committing suicide and Lila's doing everything she can to take Agatha in, because they already know each other somehow and she doesn't want her to end up in foster care with random people. She's blaming herself for not noticing sooner and for Evanora's death, even though it wasn't really her fault. After some time she takes Agatha in and chaos ensues. (can't tell you what. I know where Rio is in here, can't tell you either. Where is Jenn and Billy? I don't know, you tell me)

3. Agatha's like 20 in this. She's dating Rio but her mother doesn't know about it. She's in some kind of Westview gay club groupchat and that's how she met Rio, Alice, Jen, Lilia and Billy. Billy goes to her house but Evanora opens him (Agatha's not there) and she's asking who is he. So he tells her about why he's here and Evanora finds out about the groupchat (Billy doesn't know Evanora doesn't approve, Agatha doesn't talk about her and his own parents are really understanding). He's kicked out so he calls Agatha and tells her what happened. She decides not to come home so she does best second thing she can. She runs. The she's missing for a few days but only the groupchat cares. Eventually Jen finds her (they're not really friendly with each other but Alice likes them both, so they're putting up with it). Then she comes to live with Rio while trying to avoid her mother at all costs, but she's guilty about it.

And Sharon is like that nosy neighbour in every one of these cause I can't imagine her differently, sorry.

I can't give you like full details but that's mostly what the stories are about. Maybe not that straightforward, I'm gonna make it a little more dramatic (I love seeing people suffer, don't mind me) but I need your opinion.

[silverseaming]

Lorna Cavendish | for @plumbob-pudding's Henford Ladies' College

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim / Traits: Loyal, Music Lover

Lorna is perhaps the archetype for the stereotypical English boarding school girl -- practical, outgoing, and possessed of a healthy sense of humour. She's always ready to muck in, solve a problem, or join in with the latest caper. Out of the classroom she can be found on the hockey pitch, or playing the accompaniment for the school choir.

Growing up as the youngest child, Lorna's best friends were her older brothers, who doted on their little sister. Even now the three of them are extremely close, and she eagerly combs every post delivery for their letters, counting the days until they are home on leave.

Private Download (message me if you want her <3)

more ramblings below the cut because i can't help myself

Lorna's birthday is in early October, so she's almost eighteen.

She's very sporty!

Her mother's Scottish, but her family has lived in London since before she was born.

But also has a great love for music, though always has to rush to fit her practice in

I'd say she's pretty simlar to Hilary from the St Clare's books

And a lil bit of backstory for her brothers in case you want it:

Charlie is twenty-five, and a Captain in the Army. As the oldest he's the most serious of the Cavendish siblings, but will always supply Lorna with tales of his own boarding school capers.

Fraser is twenty-three, and a Spitfire pilot in the RAF. He's still based at an airfield in England, so Lorna sees him the most.

[msmorningstaarr]

Holy and Heathen - Chapter 11 (Moans and Lullabies)

Pairing: young!Oberyn MartellxF!Original Hightower Character

Word count: 5.7k

Chapter Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI

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SUMMARY: Lady Melara Hightower is the youngest daughter of Lord Leyton Hightower and has a distinct, serious and pious personality. She is sent to serve the Faith as a Septa, but her destiny suddenly changes once she becomes betrothed to the heir of Dorne, Prince Oberyn Martell. She sees herself living in a land far from hers with distinct habits, dealing with many divergences and a husband far more wild than she could ever expect. Would she be capable of lighting the way of her mind and heart?

a/n: comments, likes and shares are always appreciated 🩵

(Except for Melara Hightower, all characters do not belong to me but to George RR Martin, author of the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' book series.)

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody @martellspear

Melara

It was a calm evening. Oberyn had decided to end his duties around the castle earlier to be taking care of Melara, who still had not overcome her sickness and tiresome. The Gods seemed to finally open Oberyn’s heart and since that day where they decided to put their differences aside to build a relationship, everything changed. When both discovered that the blonde princess was with child, a new spark was born in the eyes of her husband. The Father was just and listened to her prayers. Being with child at first was quite the distressful news, in all honesty. Melara could not fathom the feeling of yearning for something so much and still dread it to its core. There would be nights where her nightmares would haunt her sleep and she would dream of a bloodshed where the maesters would cut her in half to take the babe out of her, just like it was done to her mother. 

Lady Rhea told her the story of her birth when she was no older than seven years of age and her mind graphically imagined the bloody moment she was born. Guilty often dawned on her to think that her life was possible at the expense of another person. Was I worthy of it? She thought. 

The words of her stepmother tormented her mind and now, more than ever, the fear of being a disappointment grew stronger inside of her. Could she ever be a good mother to the child growing inside of her? Could she even survive the childbirth to be anything to this child? For a pregnancy in the mild stage, her bump was huge. Word spread throughout the castle that Melara could be expecting twins, given her current size and stage of expectation and the intrusive thoughts were dreading her again. That is when she felt close to faint when she was listening to Septa Lorna give her recommendations to maintain a good health besides her current state. 

Melara still felt bothered by the constant fuss over her, it was not something she was used to having in the Starry Sept and not even in Hightower, but after sharing many conversations with her husband, he convinced her to be more welcoming to this kind of treatment.

Oberyn smiled at her once he entered their quarters and found Lya, Megga, Lys and Melessa surrounding her. Lys fed Melara with grapes and Lya took water to her lips. Melessa and Megga massaged her feet while two other servants fanned the princess. Melara briefly stared at Lya and noticed a certain blush spreading across her cheeks and her eyes lowered quickly once Oberyn entered the room whilst Lya used her own hands to caress her also pregnant womb. 

The servants immediately bowed to the salty prince and waited for their commands. “You can leave us now.” He said, calmly. His gaze never left Melara’s. The prince and princess have not even noticed how quick to disappear the other ones were.

There was a time where any kind of eye contact would make her embarrassed, ashamed. None of this was real around her lord husband from now onwards. He had made a mother of her, once her wish was given by the Mother and her infinite kindness. Everything was different, Melara felt different. She felt comfortable around him. There was no fear or displeasure, only sympathy. “I came the second someone told me you were on the verge of fainting again.” He said, slowly approaching her.

Melara just pouted her lips and arched her eyebrows. “I was not, husband.”

“Many moons have been gone since the day I took you as my wife and I can count on my fingers how many times you have called me by my name. You must call me Oberyn, my fallen star.” He softly commanded, grabbing her feet to massage it. His hands were callused as it would always be, but Melara could feel the heat of his large hand spreading throughout her body and tingle her intimate parts. An unusual side effect of her pregnancy was the constant urges for bedding. 

Although Oberyn seemed more than satisfied to take her whenever the time was needed, Melara still felt shame for this, it felt so unladylike to take initiative in this matter. Melara had her cheeks rosy and her pout turned into a sly grin. “Very well, Oberyn,” Melara wrinkled her eyes in a silent giggle and her hands reached her swollen belly. “We are fine. There is no need for all of this.”

“You carry my heir, my silver star. I should take good care of you. I could not do this to the mother of Obara, but I did it to the mother of my littlest Nymeria.” Her body felt tense by the thought of his bastards. It was still a rather sensitive topic within their relationship, but Oberyn was straightforward and had no issue exposing the wounds of it before it would fester. Yet, Melara felt not even close to being fond of having his bastard daughters around. 

At times, Melara would feel repulsive for desiring the death of small children, however, that was the truth of her heart: could she hold any little power over it, Nymeria and Obara would be away from Sunspear or even Dorne, where their little shadows could never reflect behind her ever again. Her eyes lowered as her expression grew bitter and Oberyn seemed to notice, curling his lips before changing the subject.

“You are my princess, my silver princess,” He hummed and kissed her belly as he made his way over to her face and kissed her lips. “Must be treated as such.” 

Melara looked at Oberyn and her fingertips traced patterns as she silently shared a moment with him. His brown eyes had a strong effect on her, it was bewitching. Melara always had in her mind that Oberyn has a charming, enchanting and involving persona, even when she had no trace of true feelings for him. Now, when she could finally see the caring and loving Oberyn that Elia spoke so much that day when she departed from King’s Landing to Dorne, those feelings inflamed within her heart and her head lacked words to explain what she was feeling for him. Not even when she was training to be a Septa she felt so close to the Gods in the way she felt by just staying by the side of her husband.

“Sing for us, hu-… Oberyn.” She corrected herself after breaking the brief silence between them. The salty prince smirked and lowered a bit to kiss her bump slowly and gently.

“High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts…” Besides being a great politician and quite skilled at fighting and extraordinarily smart in the arts of alchemy and philosophy or history, Oberyn was also a great artist. His voice was smooth and powerful, capturing the sensibility of that song.

“… The ones she had lost and the ones she had found, and the ones who had loved her the most…” His hand caressed her belly gently and Melara would feel the strange feeling of her babe and their little legs kicking her belly from inside every time they would hear any sign of Oberyn’s presence.

“… The ones who'd been gone for so very long, she couldn't remember their names…” he kept singing, loud enough for them only to listen. Moons ago, Melara would never have the idea that her life would turn to this. Oberyn could be quite the difficult figure, but once he opened up his heart, things swiftly began to change within their relationship and even if the silver princess could not consider herself fully loving Oberyn, the sentiment of being cherished, appreciated and pampered felt good. No one has ever been this affectionate towards her, not even her lord father.

“… They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain…” The princeling stared at Melara and caressed her belly tenderly, his voice lowered calmly and his fingertips traced gentle patterns over the fabric of her dress, feeling the fussy babe inside of her kicking as a reaction to the presence of their father. 

“… And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave…” Oberyn kept singing and smiling to the reaction of their babe. Melara found an odd satisfaction and a certain pride in the sensation of what it means to create life. In the Sept, she learned everything regarding the seven-faced God and its virtues - the Mother, ever so caring and powerful, blessing the path of motherhood felt much more real to her. Right there and then, Melara could understand what it means to be the true embodiment of the Mother, once Oberyn knew exactly how to worship her. Which is odd, hence the fact that her lord husband is far from being a holy man, but quite the heathen in truth.

“… They danced through the day, and into the night through the snow that swept through the hall, from winter to summer then winter again…” As he sang, Oberyn began to roam his hands on her lower body and squeeze her rear, hips and thighs, all over the thick fabric of her dress. Melara felt her cheeks burn and flush, body increasing the heat as Oberyn furtively revealed the skin of her legs by lifting the skirt of her dress and showing the underpants she wore. Melara bit her lips to the ache in her entrance, anticipating and fully desiring Oberyn to take her right there.

“… 'Til the walls did crumble and fall …” The smug smile rose on his face to see the fluster on her face. His lips kissed her thighs over the fabric of her undergarments and Melara could not help but let out a small moan. After the beginning of her pregnancy, her skin would crowl and be extra sensitive at any slight touch on any part of her body. Right now, her intimacy was drooling and covered by her wetness caused by Oberyn. It was odd and a wave of shame still crossed her mind, however, it felt rather difficult resisting Oberyn, once he knew exactly how to take Melara to the edge and reach her peak.

“… And she never wanted to leave,” he sang, intercalating the music with soft kisses on her inner thighs. “never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave…”

“… High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts…” His hands squeezed her thighs and shuddered the thin hair on her legs as his smooth voice breathed against her legs. Slowly, his lips were getting closer and closer to her centre, raising the tension within her body.

“… The ones she had lost and the ones she had found…” And then, Oberyn deposited a soft kiss right there, causing Melara to squirm and arch her head back, involuntarily pulling his face closer to her privates.  

Oberyn smirked and was eager to take her hands from his curls. “Too eager, my fallen star,” he stopped singing and touching Melara for a while, making the silver princess whine before he would finish the song. “… And the ones…” 

Both of his hands levelled up to her waistband and started pulling off the underwear she was wearing, slowly revealing her bare lower body to him until there was nothing left to cover down on her body. “… Who had loved her the most.”

His eyes darkened to the sight of Melara almost exploding and shattering her body into pieces, just for him. “Please, husband…” Melara said, breaking the silence after the song ended. Oberyn smiled even more.

“Please what, my silver princess?” her husband asked. 

Her cheeks felt so close to catching fire, Melara had to gather her strength to reply to his question. “Touch me, please.” she muttered.

Oberyn gazed at her from downwards, mischievously grinning and biting his lips, with his smug attitude of always. “Touch where?” Melara could never say that word out loud and yet, here he was, pushing her to the edge to say it. Timidly, she tried to guide his hands towards her wet spot, however, the salty prince dismissed her attempt of silently guiding him. “Use your words, Melara.” 

“My… intimacy…” Melara replied in a whisper, hiding her face from Oberyn after saying the naughty words her husband required. He kept smirking at Melara and gently, he traced his index over her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing another squirm on her back.

“That is quite the unholy word for my little lady to be speaking,” he purrs, circling his fingers around her sweet spot and driving Melara to madness. “I am proud.” 

And then, Oberyn dived into her intimate part and his tongue worked intensely on her pleasure. Melara felt her heart beating fast and her mouth going dry, which is the opposite of the lower part of her body. The heat was high and her entrance still ached with anticipation for the moment she waited mostly: when he would be inside of her. His lips were soft and suckled her button, focusing on it. Melara had her legs shaking excessively and her thoughts were everywhere. It was such a conflicting sensation to enjoy something she grew up hearing that it was wrong and unladylike. Yet, it could be the most sinful feeling to be quite sure she reached Seven Heavens everytime Oberyn licked, suckled and touched her intimacy with so much passion and hunger.

Her hips involuntarily moved towards his head, pressing his lips against her core and her head fell back, crying out and in readiness to release. Oberyn went forward with his head when Melara bounced her pelvis against him, his hands squeezed her hips and the bright princess bit her lips, trying to muffle her moans. Melara grabbed his hair when a desperate whimper left her lips and her body began to tremble, announcing her undeniable climax. Melara pressed her hand over her chest, trying to recover from the whirlwind of sensations Oberyn just provoked on her, trying to readjust her heart beating. Still, the dornish prince felt restless and eagerly went straight to her lips, kissing her with more hunger this time.

“Gods, if I knew earlier you would be this beautiful when you are with child, I’d have built another Great Sept just for worshipping the Mother and bless us with an army of our children.” He said between the kisses. She could feel the salty taste of her wetness mixing with both salivas and her cheeks kept flushing, but her body yearning for more. “Maybe I shall do this, my dear wife.” He continued and took a flush on her cheeks, which she fastly covered with her callused hands.

With not much time to lose, Oberyn released his hard member and positioned on her entrance. Melara tried to look away, but her husband grabbed her chin and locked their gazes together. “Keep looking at me, silver princess.” he softly commanded and so she obeyed, biting her lower lip as Oberyn made his way inside of her slowly. Melara could not help but scream alongside her salty husband, who grunted to the sensation of entering her warm walls. Her insides were filled up with him and his thrusts were strong and steady, but slow. Oberyn grunted and his greedy hands squeezed both sides of her hips, yet, he was ever so careful to his wife in order to not hurt her or the babe.

He held her hips to control her body and his pace, but Melara wanted more. She could feel her inner parts clenching around Oberyn and gently, he got his face closer to hers as he kept pushing himself inside of her and kissed her forehead. Melara locked Oberyn by involving her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his olive skin, opening space on her neck so he could kiss there, and so he did. He suckled and nibbled her neck, passing his hands from her hips to her hair, holding the silvery gold cascade in a strong grip. “More, please.” she muttered and Oberyn felt as if someone lit wildfire inside of him, taking up his speed and thrusting within Melara faster.

The young woman was lost in a daze, the world around her faded and all there was was her and Oberyn. Her nails gripped into his skin, her legs gripped him tighter. She let out a moan as her eyes fluttered and rolled upwards inside her skull. The princess shivered, inclining her head to kiss his shoulder as his hands took her waist, her legs wrapping around him in a desperate embrace of her lover’s body as he made her his own. Melara’s lips were parted as Oberyn kissed her neck, her arms holding him by his shoulders as he increased his pace, each thrust taking the princess to new heights of pleasure and very soon, another peak was being close to reach. 

“My silver princess takes me so well…” He said amongst grunts and moans, Melara coyly smiled, intertwining with soft whines and wiping the traces of sweat from her face.

“Oberyn…” her words were a gasp, soft and breathy, filled with the sweetness that she rarely felt. Each word had a soft purr to it, each breath an inhale as the Prince took her, each moment a sigh as the two enjoyed each other's bodies. The two kissed. Melara could feel the warmth of her skin growing hotter, her breath growing shorter. She could feel her prince throb inside of her and his breathing getting heavier as his own climax seemed also close, her back arching slightly as she moaned softly, her heart beating faster. The young lady’s breath was coming in soft gasps between kisses, her words filled with a soft, quiet purr.

“Yes, my little lady…” He replied, pounding her aching core. Her lips were parted as she leaned her head back, breathing slightly harder as she sighed and her heart beat more quickly. Her thighs were tightening around the Prince's body, her body responding to his touch in a way she never could as her body began to quiver. 

"Oh-" she sighed before exhaling a loud, breathy moan and Oberyn smiled, presuming what was happening to his lady wife.

“Use your words, Melara.” He coos reminding her, giving hints that his own climax was building inside of him as well.

"I am..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath as her body began to shake. The lady was nearing her peak, her face flushed as she pushed her body into Oberyn's, her hands squeezing his hands tighter as she grew closer and closer to her release.

“You are what, Lady Melara?” He provoked her, thrusting slightly harder.

"I'm close..." she breathed, squeezing the Prince's neck. Her breathing grew faster and faster as she began to writhe below him, her back arching slightly as her muscles began to shake, her face flushed as her body reached its pinnacle. Oberyn, on the other hand, gave his final grunt once she finally released her pleasure, he could not hold himself and found his own climax, coming inside of her in full strength and lust.

“Oberyn…” she repeated again, this time more breathless than before, taking a moment to pause and catch her breath, her teeth slightly bared with each moan. “Oh Gods.” she muttered, her voice quivering ever so slightly as she felt her body grow tighter. “Oh.” Oberyn fell beside her, laughing and biting his lip with a satisfied and relaxed expression. He immediately held Melara, who even overwhelmed by physical touching learned to enjoy how much Oberyn liked to be affectionate with touching, embracing and caressing. The dornish prince kissed her temples, caressed her belly and wiped her carefully with a washcloth before going back to lay close to her.

“My fallen star is growing more and more keen on the sexual arts.” He whispered in her ear as he placed beside Melara, who had her cheeks burning even more red with his comment, still recovering from the aftershocks of their momentum. “Yet, you are as shy as ever.”

It was true, although having intercourse had become something more interesting for her and the company of Oberyn had turned to be congenial afterwards, years of a strict conduct still endured on her mind, always taunting the moments after the pleasure experienced. Oberyn leaned his index finger on her chin and lightly squeezed it, with a tender smile and Melara felt her heart burning by looking at him and their bodies facing each other in that bed. Half of her heart burned affection and the other half burned in shame. Her mind still had not detached from the idea she was no longer a Septa, even being in Dorne for what felt like ages and married, with a child on the way. 

Oh, Mother above, with your comforting gaze,

Lead me back to the path of your righteous ways.

Forgive my transgressions, and grant me your peace,

In your endless love, may my soul find release… her mind repeated the prayer again and again.

”This is a subject I am still working on, hus-… Oberyn.” He smirked at her and kissed her temples once more, bringing her closer to his body. She laid her head and both stood there for some brief moment, enjoying each other’s company. 

The salty prince looked at Melara again and smiled at her, faintly. Then, Melara watched her husband fetch water and wine. Wine for him, water for her. He gave her a glass and raised his cup to cheer silently before starting his drinking. “I wish I was allowed to take you to the place where I keep my poisons.”

Melara raised her eyebrows calmly and looked at her window, always caressing her belly. “Am I not allowed to visit it in such conditions?”

“The maesters avidly recommended not to. Won’t risk endangering the mother of one of my children.” It was a hardship not to feel a pang of jealousy everytime she would remember Oberyn already had two children and none of them belonged to her.

“Then you will only take me once I deliver the baby.”

“Or babes.”

Melara sighed heavily once she heard her husband correct the sentence from singular to plural. This prospect had no chance of being seen in a positive light at all for her. “Do you think I might be carrying twins too?” She asked, apprehensive. 

Oberyn nodded and kneeled by her side, kissing her belly. His widow’s peek stared at her ever so solemnly and his warm, callused hands touched her waist with care. “I indeed think you carry more than one babe in your belly.”

Melara felt numb. Her heart beat faster in angst and suddenly tears scrolled down her face, nervously as she tried to wipe them quickly. Melara kept her thoughts mostly to herself all this time from everyone but right then, it was hard to hide her fear over her childbirth. Being vulnerable to someone human and not the Gods was proving to be quite the humbling experience, for the thought of letting Oberyn see her fears reminded of a time where no secrets were maintained amongst sisters and shame would hover her body every time Lady Rhea would betray her trust, for a small confession her step mother would turn to a great judgement of her character and belittle her feelings. However, now it was different. Oberyn was patient with her and let her be vulnerable in her own time and although a rough young man, he was proving to be loving as Elia promised her. “What is happening?” Oberyn asked, concernedly trying to wipe her tears. Melara nested her body on his, seeking comfort. “Tell me, fallen star.”

Melara lowered her head and tried to speak, feeling her mouth going dry and her heart exploding within her. No words would leave her mouth, a small part of her head still felt scared to tell him her true feelings over that possibility. “Melara…”

“I am scared of childbirth.” She spilled the words in a mutter in low sobs. Oberyn furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, taking her hand gently.

“You are scared of giving birth?” He asked, sternly. Suddenly, Melara was a child again, being in front of her older sisters and step mother saying some random feeling roaming her mind, to be mocked by them or reprimanded immediately. Anxiety consumed her mind and her hands trembled, tears went down faster and the princess shrunk her body, which turned Oberyn to extreme worry with Melara. “Listen to me,” he spoke to her, cupping her face with his hands and forcing Melara to look at him. “I will not allow anyone to murder you in childbirth. I promise to be by your side, protecting you.”

Oberyn cupped her face and his eyes turned tender whilst facing her. His fingertips traced her lips gently but no arousal rose on his face, only something Melara could not categorically name that moment. It was magical the manner that man could be fiercely dangerous and so unwaveringly charming and loving. Her heart burned again, but in that strange feeling her heart insisted to feel whenever she was around him after that eventful day when she allowed him to get into her intimacy. Melara also felt calmer, her tears had dried for a while, her eyes sparkled looking at Oberyn. “My handmaidens will help me too.” She completed, calmly. Oberyn lowered his eyes and Melara noticed the change of expression. It went from bubbly to numb, instantly. A certain dissatisfaction rose and he moved his lips uncomfortably and he fixed his posture on the mattress.

“There is a matter I have been wanting to talk to you about, in fact.” The olive skinned prince broke the silence, brushing her hair with his fingers.

”Speak.” She replied.

”Your new handmaiden…”

“What about Lya?” Melara asked, confused. Oberyn had never paid attention to any of her personal servants at point of talking about them, but due to her latest condition, Melara found it could be anything related to her imminent pregnancy and current work serving as her handmaiden. Although Melara never thought of Oberyn as a judgemental man, she wondered if her state could bother him at any instance.

“Do you believe she is suited enough to be your handmaiden? I don’t think of her as an appropriate company for you.”

Melara furrowed her eyebrows. “Said the man who walks amongst the smallfolk and goes on to have two bastard children? Is it because she is carrying a bastard of her own?” 

“I could not care less if she is carrying a bastard or the next King of the Seven Kingdoms,” He said, serving himself a glass of wine and pouring water to her. “She is none of our trust.”

She drank a bit of her water after sitting down on their mattress. Of course, Melara did not approve at all once she received the news of the upcoming of her handmaiden and thought of sending her away, as a manner of not raising a bad influence over her other servants, however, she felt as the one to blame of Lya’s destiny once the girl dropped the Sept on a promise to be held safe in her new castle before her departing from Oldtown. Melara held a sense of responsibility for her future once her mind rumined about what Lya had to endure to survive outside the castle and on her travels from the Reach to Dorne. Besides her pious reasons, part of embracing Dorne as her home was to understand that her unmarried pregnancy was no reason for judgement to the dornish.

“Why would she not be of trust?” Melara asked and Oberyn pouted his lips and sighed, his black viper eyes seemed slightly lost, contemplative for a moment before replying to Melara.

“Your handmaidens carry your secrets, your most intimate situations, they are with you from the moment you wake up, and for a moment even guard your sleep. This girl… she came from nowhere and now she is here, carrying a great deal of honour.”

Lya was trustable, she wanted to believe it. Oberyn indeed carried a point but Lya was one of the nicest people she ever had in her life and she could not fathom sending a person like her away, even with her eccentric personality and sharp tongue. “When I was in the Sept,” Melara started, holding her belly and turning her gaze at her husband. “There was one day right in the beginning of my journey where I had to clean one of the worship rooms and scrape the rest of melted candles in the altar, to right after sweep the dust in the room. I had no idea of how to hold a broom and a shovel, the elder Septas joined to make me the object of their mockery over the fact I could not even do such a simple task as cleaning one room. Lya joined me and taught me how to use those items. Lya defended me when I needed her the most. Nothing she would gain but my silent company and stern behaviour, yet, she chose to be my defender and friend. I could not do such a thing as leaving her behind because you find her not worthy of my trust and company.”

Oberyn, as always, looked defeated after her brief, yet incisive words. Melara noticed the taciturn moment between them and how awkwardly dissatisfied Oberyn turned out to be. “Does it bother you?”

”Yes. I do not trust her and neither should you.” He responded, joining his hands while making his body comfortable on a chair. Melara was instantly annoyed by his words and scoffed, rolling her eyes in discontent. Oberyn raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Melara and her attitude.

Melara's frustration simmered beneath the surface as she listened to Oberyn's concerns about Lya, her trusted handmaiden. The notion that Oberyn doubted Lya's loyalty and suitability irked her, especially given the personal bond she had formed with the young woman.

"Oberyn," Melara began, her tone measured but firm. "Lya has been nothing but loyal and supportive to me since she arrived. She stood by me when others mocked and belittled me in the Sept. Her loyalty isn't something I take lightly."

Oberyn's expression remained stoic, but Melara could sense his underlying apprehension. The bright princess understood his need to protect their household and maintain trust among their staff, but she couldn't bring herself to dismiss Lya based solely on suspicions.

"She has earned my trust," Melara continued, her gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, but I believe in giving people a chance to prove themselves. Lya has proven herself to me time and again."

Oberyn sighed, his features softening slightly as he regarded his wife. "Melara, I only want what's best for you and our household. I would not forgive myself if I allowed anyone to harm you, dear wife."

Melara nodded, acknowledging his concerns but remaining resolute in her decision. "I understand, Oberyn. But I ask that you trust my judgement in this matter. Lya has been a friend when I needed one most."

The prince studied her for a moment, his gaze lingering with a mixture of frustration and affection. Eventually, he relented, knowing that Melara was steadfast in her convictions. Still, an evident distress was formed in Oberyn's eyes. Melara would question herself what harm could Lya ever do to deserve such mistreatment and suspiciousness from her husband.

"Very well," Oberyn conceded, a hint of resignation in his voice. “She is allowed to stay, my silver princess. You are entitled to choose your companions and I apologise for my words. But if there are any concerns or issues, promise me you'll come to me."

“No need for apologies, husband.”

Melara nodded, relieved that he had acquiesced. He was proud, but Melara appreciated how Oberyn accepted to compromise for her, even when he was not very fond of her. With that, a semblance of peace settled between them, though Melara knew that tensions could flare again if Lya's presence continued to be a point of contention. For now, she would stand by her decision and uphold her trust in Lya, hoping that Oberyn would eventually see the value in the bond she shared with her handmaiden. Yet, a sense of confusion rested in her mind, wandering the reasons behind such an open campaign against a simple handmaiden of hers. Melara reassured herself, Lya is of my trust, she is my friend constantly in her head with an intonation close to her matutine prayers. She was sure the Gods had blessed her with a true companion through her marital journey. Her olive prince put his glass aside and embraced his wife from behind and pulled the little princess to bed. Melara entangled her fingers on his, sighing briefly to the warmth of his lips throughout her neck tenderly. 

“Let us rest now, princess.”

“Let us rest then, prince.” With this, Melara closed her eyes and leaned her head on his chest to finally fall asleep.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Before Their Meeting

"Who does father think he is!" Wanda yelled angrily whilst pacing back and forth on the balcony, brows furrowed and her irises red, fingers sparking crimson. Lorna is lazily draped on her couch in her room, staring up at the ceiling while her sister vents. "Assigning me a guard? Me, the same daughter who's practicing magic? Oh, the nerve!"

"He's wanting to keep the future of Genosha safe," Lorna grumbled, stuffing down the pang of jealously. At least she's not being assigned a knight, even if she is the youngest and the most, easily to say, spoiled.

"I am a young woman!" Wanda bellowed, raising her arms in the air. "I've defended myself plenty of times! My mentor is Agatha, for god's sake!"

"I mean, to be fair, you're still learning. Last week you accidentally turned Pietro into a fish."

"No, that was on purpose. He kept getting on my nerves, and I figured since he's in Atlantis most of the time, turning him into a fish is fitting."

Fair enough. Can't argue with that.

"Whatever. My point is, you're not fully experienced in magic yet. The human resistance is growing every day and they're developing weapons that stunt our mutant abilities. I believe that if I were human, my first target is either you or father."

Wanda walks back into the room, arms crossed over her chest and glaring down at her younger sister. "I am able to handle myself, Lorna." She raises her hand, calling to the chaos and red light shines brightly in the palm of her hand. "I am able to call forth the chaos magic within me and bring it to the tips of my fingers. I've managed to contain and control it all these years no problem. I believe the humans and their so called 'weapons' are the least of my worries."

"Try convincing father that." She sits up and pats the spot next to her, which Wanda plops down on. "I don't think having a knight to protect you is necessarily a bad thing, Wanda. You're a powerful being and it's not only the humans to worry about. There are far greater foes at there willing to take advantage of your powers, and I'd rather you have the five seconds to get to safety than get attacked without warning."

Wanda sighs, knowing she's right. "Lorna, it's insulting. How can father expect me to become queen if he doesn't think I'm capable of protecting myself?"

"I don't think it's a matter of whether or not you're able to protect yourself. I believe it's solely father is overprotective and can't stand to see his daughters hurt."

"If that were truly the case, then where's your knight?"

Lorna scoffs. "A knight? For me? Father knows better."

Wanda throws her arms up in exasperation and her younger sister laughs at her. She wraps her arms around her shoulders, shaking her head.

"I'd rather you receive a knight, Wanda. You're the most powerful of us siblings." She hugs her in support and Wanda hugs her sister back, a bit of tension melting away. "Don't dwell on this too much. I'm sure this will turn out great for you."

Wanda pulls away, lips pursed. "I'm still upset, but I don't have a choice in the matter. As long as this knight is able to keep his distance and remain silent, then I'll be okay with this whole thing."

[ariel-seagull-wings]

Hey Ariel!

Thanks for the feedback about the ships!

And thanks to you, I finally know whose the other pairings are gonna be!

-Logan x Mariko x Morph: A polyamorous marriage. Gonna be the adopted parents of Laura and Jubilee. Will also have some biological children as well.

-Ororo x Valkyrie: Married. When they're not fighting in the usual contrived superhero war, Ororo and Thor are portrayed as close friends. In this universe, I could see Thor introducing Ororo to Valkyrie, and the two eventually hit it off and got together. This is even funnier to think about as Thor and Ororo have been portrayed as a couple in a few universes. Plus, Loki has the hots for her. Goes to show just how much of a goddess Ororo truly is.

-Henry x Cecilia: Married.

-Kurt x Pietro: Married. These two are a popular ship, largely thanks to the movies. I could see these two really connecting due to their shared jokey nature.

-Piotr x Lorna: Dating. I've always toyed with these two being a couple. The concept of having a metal man and a metal manipulator being lovers is pretty intriguing. Plus, they would definitely be fighters in arms, being two of the toughest mutants around.

-Bobby x Johnny Storm: Married. These two are a pretty popular ship, and it's not hard to see why. Plus, it's time for Johnny to FINALLY someone to stay with. The rest of the four have, why not him?

-Wren x Betsy: Dating. They were a pairing in the comics, might as well give them a try.

-Emma x Chat: Married. In case you don't know, Chat was a major character from the Marvel Adventures universe.

She was a mutant with the power to talk to animals and was the girlfriend to Peter Parker. Yeah! Not Mary Jane or Gwen! It was her! And believe or not, they were actually good together! She was also best friends with Emma, who in this universe was a teenager around her and Peter's age. But her (apart from being aged up), she's a member of The X-Men and a longtime friend of Peter (which they've been since high school). She's also gone through a secondary mutation, granting her the power to transform into animals. This couple would be classic case of opposites attract. Emma is pessimistic and somewhat anti-social, while Chat is optimistic and a total social butterfly. It would be pretty funny and kinda wholesome to see these two being absolutely in love with each other. Plus it's always nice to see Emma's softer side.

-Angelica x Marvel Boy: They were in the comics, so might as well use them. Unless you got a better option.

Once again, thanks for the help!

Also, how do you think Kurt and Piotr feel knowing their in-law (and future in-law) is Magneto of all people?

@s10127470

So, inspired a bit by Evolution, where Piotr served Magneto (albeit reluctantly in that version) I can see Magneto himself asking Piotr to guard Lorna (she is his youngest, so I imagine he would be more protective of her like in the Wolverine and the X Men cartoon) and as such being responsible for the two being close, Piotr being afraid to tell that he fell for the daughter of who is basically his boss, but Magneto being okay with their relationship if it makes Lorna happy (she has enough heartbreak with Havok).

Kurt was the one more afrayed since he and his friends fought against Magneto for years, and in the proccess Pietro would enjoy the idea of pissing off his dad by dating someone he would hate... but the joke is on him, Magneto actually simpathizes with Kurt, mainly because he laughs of his jokes (the laughs are of nerves and anxiety rather than thinking they are funny, but hey, the Master of Magnetism doesn't need to know that).

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/1: Skeletons

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 509

Additional tags: Halloween decorations, mentions of past mpreg, family fluff, Charles being a lil shit

Side note: if it wasn’t obvious, this takes place in my One Big Happy Family universe. Think of it as a sort of side story offshoot.

———

“Daddy!” Wanda called out as she stomped angrily into the room. Pietro wasn’t far behind, though he was decidedly less incensed.

“Hmm? Charles looked up from the pumpkin decoration he was adjusting. Needlessly, if Erik had anything to say about it. He didn’t, though, being more preoccupied with cooking duties at that moment.

“David made us help him with one of the skeletons!”

“Oh? Do you not like skeletons?”

Wanda shook her head. Pietro nodded his.

“They’re gross!”

“They’re cool!”

Both spoke at once. Wanda fixed her twin with a glare.

“They’re GROSS. I hate touching the bones! I never want to touch bones ever again.”

“Well you see, Flower-“ There was a gleam in Charles’ eye that Erik would have recognized if he’d seen it. As it was, their youngest children were oblivious. “That’s rather unfortunate. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes!” A dual chorus as both of them leaned closer, smiling.

Whispering conspiratorially, he said, “There’s a skeleton touching you right now, from the inside.”

Wanda shrieked in disgust. Pietro’s eyes got very wide. “Really?” He asked.

“Really.”

“Coooooool.” He looked at his own body in awe, twisting this way and that as if he could somehow see the bones moving under the skin.

Wanda was glaring at hers, and Charles could feel the sensation of BETRAYAL wafting off of her. The unexpected joys of parenting, he thought. He could still recall, quite vividly, how Lorna had reacted to finding out where, exactly, babies came from. The look of offended hurt on Erik’s face after their daughter had smacked his arm, yelling “How could you do that to Daddy?” was a cherished memory, especially during his subsequent pregnancies.

Speaking of Erik, the man himself came out of the kitchen. His apron was flour dusted, as were his hands, and he wore an expression of exasperated fondness. It was as if he knew, without being told, exactly what had occurred. Sometimes Charles wondered who was the psychic one between them.

“Pietro, go see if your Tante Raven needs help with her own decorations.” At the sound of his Papa’s voice, their little spitfire was gone in a flash. There was a lingering thought of Oh boy are there more skeleton bones to touch? that almost had Charles cackling.

“And you,” Erik stooped down to Wanda’s level. She was pouting. “You can come with me to finish the baking.”

Now it was her turn to look at her parent with wide, saucer-like eyes.

“Really? Can I help ice the cookies?”

“Once we wash your hands, Maus, you can even help me knead the dough.”

She let out a cheer and ran into the kitchen ahead of him, gross skeleton fact promptly forgotten.

Before following her, mainly to make sure she actually did wash up before touching any of the food preparations, Erik fixed Charles with a look. On anyone else, it would have been a glare, but there was no actual heat to it.

Charles smiled and shrugged.

Erik rolled his eyes before heading back to his work.

[likeapriceless-wine]

Vegas Escapades

Okay this is kinda long 💀 I didn't mean for that to happen but I got carried away. Anyways tw for homophobia and abusive parents and some religious themes

And absolutely zero proofreading

@cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

Las Vegas, 1989

Vacations for C.J's family were usually beach vacations to neighboring states, but this year was different. This year's annual vacation was Las Vegas

It was more than obvious to any passerby that this family wasn't from around here, nor had they ever been anywhere like it

The two teenage boys, aged 14 and 16, and their ten year old sister were in awe

Mississippi accents ran thick as the kids pointed out everything that interested them whilst they and their parents walked along the streets of Las Vegas

"Junie, look it" C.J's older brother Devon said to the little girl that was riding around on his back

"I see!" she giggled

Their father laughed at the three of them as they smiled and gazed at all the tall buildings and lights

Their mother tried to enjoy it with her children and husband, but kept muttering something about how sinful all this was

"Lorna, darlin, you can take em all to church when we get back home, but they earned this, remember? All three of em are making straight a's, even C.J"

"Heyyy!" C.J complained, turning to face his parents "Devon and Junie would struggle too if they were dyslexic"

"Maybe you're dyslex-lick because your eyes are purple" Junie giggled

"Nuh uh" C.J huffed

"Junie, leave Coop alone, he's sensitive" Devon laughed

"You guys suck"

"Cooper Jones, watch that mouth!" His mother scolded

Their father chuckled and patted his wife's shoulder

"I tell you what, how about I take the kids out this evening and you can relax in the hotel for a bit?"

"Would you?" She sighed almost dreamily

"Of course, dear" He smiled

And he did

That evening rolled around, and they'd all had some time to relax in the hotel room before he had to play herd the three chaos children

"Kids, shoes on, we're going out"

"Where to?" Devon questioned, sitting backwards in a chair where he'd been talking to his brother about something

"Mini golf, sound good?"

Gods, that man and his golf

The eldest and youngest both seemed excited and got up to put their shoes on. But C.J had a hopeful, almost mischievous little grin on his face. The 'trying to convince his parents of something' grin

He looked exactly like his father when he made that face. Not the man in the room with him, not his brother and sister's father, his father

But the only one in the room who knew that was his mother, and that little grin sent shivers up her spine

"Can I stay? I promised a boy in one of the other rooms I'd meet him at the pool at 7"

"Yeah, sure thing Coop. That's a new record time for you making a friend on vacation, aint it?" His father laughed

C.J found someone to talk to everywhere he went. He found someone his age to hang out with at some point during every vacation, and he spent hours a week on the phone that hung in their kitchen at home, talking to people from school and his baseball team

"I think so" he chuckled, grabbing his swim trunks out of the suitcase as his siblings made their way to the door with their father

They bade their mother goodbye, as did their father, and C.J's brother ruffled his hair on the way out

"Don't drown" he said with a smug grin

"Yeah yeah, don't let Junie decapitate you with a golf club"

C.J ran off to the bathroom to change into his swim trunks as his father and siblings left

He came back out ready to go, stopping to kiss his mother on the cheek as she sat down with a book

"See ya mama!"

"Don't forget sunscreen" she said as she sat back, crossing one leg over the other and straightening the skirt of her dress

C.J backtracked to grab the sunscreen before running out and shutting the door behind him

An hour passed, and Lorna was still by herself in the hotel room. She was a good ways into her book, and frankly she was bored

The alone time was nice, but so was the weather outside, and she could see the pool when she pulled back the curtain on the window

Her son was standing by some blonde boy who seemed to be his age, though slightly taller. She chuckled as she saw his hands flying around in excited gestures, seemingly giving this poor boy an earful of some story

She picked up her book and a towel, knowing her son well enough to know he'd forgotten one, and headed out of the hotel room, her heels clicking down the hall until she reached the elevator that would take her to the ground floor

Heels clicked out of the elevator and to the door that lead outside to the pool. She nodded courteously to an employee she passed as she raised her free hand to push open the door

"Cooper, you forgot your– COOPER JONES CRAWFORD!"

This was it, her worst nightmare. Her son was kissing a boy. There had always been something off about that boy, but by god she didn't think it was this!

C.J went pale and the boy he was with shoved him away and made a run for it, leaving him all alone to deal with his mother

"Cooper if you aren't out of that damn pool by the time I count to three I swear on all that is holy you will wish I never brought you into this world!"

"Mama–!" He said in a small, panicked voice

"ONE!" She barked out, putting her hands on her hips

If C.J wasn't sopping wet from the pool she would've seen him start to sweat as he scrambled to get out of the pool, nervously clasping his hands as he walked to his mother, those purple eyes of his filled with tears

She threw the towel at him and grabbed him by the ear, dragging him back to the hotel room. Her book layed forgotten on one of the lounge chairs by the pool

She practically shoved him into the still empty hotel room

"Go change and dry yourself off then march your ass right back in here to me, understood?"

C.J whimpered a "yes ma'am" and threw the towel over his shoulder, making quick work of grabbing the nearest pair of his clothes and rushing off to the bathroom

He came back in a dry shirt and shorts with his hair still wet, and his face wet with steaks of tears

The first thing his mother did was slap him across the face, leaving a large read mark on his cheek

"I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but it will not continue under my roof, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am" he whimpered

"No, I don't think you do. This will not continue under my goddamn roof. Sinners are not welcome in my house, boy"

"I know, mama, I'm sorry"

"Get out, Cooper" she hissed

"...what?"

"You heard me. Get the hell out and don't you ever cone back, you aren't my damn son"

C.J looked at her with eyes filled with tears and horror

"Mama you don't mean that–!"

"I know exactly what the hell I mean, boy. Leave before I make you"

C.J had seen his mother angry, but never this angry

He grabbed his jacket and backpack in a panic and ran, putting them on and darting down the stairs and out of the hotel, onto streets he barely knew

He ran in whatever direction looked safe until he found some place to sit down. He sat on some bench a few blocks from the hotel as sobs started to wrack his chest

He didn't even have shoes on. He'd just run down a Vegas in captain america socks. He was pretty sure he'd shoved a pair of flip flops into his backpack at some point, but he didn't care about that right now

He just cried and cried for hours, until it got dark

He decided he'd look for some place to crash, or at least stay safe for the night

This certainly didn't feel like a vacation anymore

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

More random Claremont stuff:

I admit, Claremont does some of the same off-panel development that I complain about with Duggan. Like Storm and Jean become fast friends, to the point that Storm loves her like a sister, very quickly. And we mostly don't see it happen on-panel, although we get a lot of them hanging out after the relationship is established. On the other hand, I think Claremont balances the team pretty well. Poor Lorna and Alex get pushed aside, but for the ones that stay, we get a lot of development. Even Banshee gets a lot of attention before Claremont takes him off the team.

Wolverine getting his ass kicked:

Like I said, I appreciate Wolverine so much more when he's allowed to occasionally be humiliated, to fail, to have other characters put him in his place. If he's an asshole, the rest of the team should react to him being an asshole, and they do. Colossus, Storm, Cyclops and Jean all tell him off at various times. At the same time, we see Wolverine grow and develop and show more of his better side, like this scene with Colossus, where Colossus has got a kind of mental block against using his full powers.

Colossus is such a sweet-heart, by the way. He's not really someone I pay a lot of attention to, but early Colossus is just a really kind person who always wants to help, and gets sad when he fails (especially getting tossed around by Magneto). He's also described as "the youngest X-Man" before Kitty joins. Bobby is not there, so I'm not sure how Piotr compares to her, but he's presumably younger than everyone else.

We actually get a few X-Men ages. There's an annual where Nightcrawler turns 21. Jean's tombstone shows that she died at 24, so Cyclops is presumably a similar age. Much later in the mid-90's, Scott will declare that he's 25, so I guess Marvel just completely froze them in time, or else Scott lost Jean, got married, had a baby with his wife, left them both, and sent his baby to the future all in the course of a year. It's okay, we all know most X-Characters aren't allowed to age beyond their mid-to-late 20's.

Scott and Jean at a seedy nightclub looking for a new mutant (who turns out to be Dazzler) is like Brad and Janet in Rocky Horror:

Oh no, that guy has a pierced nose, scandal! Jean of course doing the standard Claremont "I'm disgusted by this but part of me is also attracted to it!" I know it's part of her corruption arc, but Claremont seems to love doing this.

Also Claremont:

"And then Storm gets naked again, because she loves being naked, she is in tune with the elements!"

Also Claremont:

"And then there's an extensive scene of Storm getting a lock-pick out of her head-dress, and we need a close-up of her tongue working it into her mouth!"

This definitely isn't weird or anything:

And of course, there's the whole Jean Grey in lingerie living out a weird colonialist fantasy. It gets really distasteful when Jason casts Storm in the role of a slave, c'mon dude.

Meanwhile, Sebastian Shaw always immediately ready to take his shirt off:

Storm lowers the temperature in a desperate attempt to get Shaw to put his shirt back on, to no avail. He choose to be shirtless and he will REMAIN shirtless!

Despite all this, and the obvious Claremont fetish stuff, I actually think women in these older comics were less sexualized than in the era of Liefeld and later Land. Like, the proportions are idealized, but they are still body proportions I could imagine on an actual, real-life woman. We don't have ridiculous wasp waists and massive balloon tits, and constant sexy poses. Emma is in lingerie for her first appearance, and still feels less sexualized than her later appearances, especially getting into the 90's and 2000's. Storm is basically in a bathing suit with cut-outs, but it covers her entire butt, unlike Psylock's later buttfloss costume. Kitty Pryde actually looks like a thirteen year-old (and yeah, I realize some kids develop faster than others, but she's not drawn in a way meant to be overtly sexy, thank God, because she's thirteen.) Of course, the sexiness is there, it's obviously there with the Hellfire Club stuff and Jean's seduction, but it doesn't feel quite as in-your-face as in some later comics. It doesn't take me completely out of the story like Land art does.

[frogonamelon]

Lorna/ Polaris in Avengers: Age of Ultron

Hello! This is part costume redesign and part character inclusion notes for the 3 Maximoff siblings: Wanda/ The Scarlet Witch, Pietro/ Quicksilver, and Lorna/ Polaris.

Wanda Maxmoff:

She’s the oldest (though not by much, she’s still a twin after all) and has the ability to read minds and give people hallucinations. 

Given that I added Lorna, I made the supreme decision to severely tone down Wanda’s powers for the sake of better balancing with her siblings. She does not have telekinesis or energy... beams (I don't know what the energy that comes out of her hands is called), just the mental ones. Maybe she studies magic later but that doesn’t really matter for AoU.

Costume:

Given her power set, she isn’t going to be in the line of fire as often. As such, her costume can afford to be slightly less practical.

She wears a form fitting suit with a mainly dark red top and sleeves with mostly black bottoms and boots. She wears a red metal headpiece that keeps her now much more wild hair back. Her shoulders are exposed when not wearing the cloak.

While she does have a brightly colored and distinct red and black suit like her siblings, she wears a cloak that allows her to better blend in with her surroundings so that she can more easily sneak up on enemies. Eventually this will be red but she wears mostly monochromatic ones with Hydra and Ultron for the sake of stealth.

Utilization: 

She is designed in combat to sneak around to incapacitate opponents or gather information depending on the mission. She can also communicate with others in the field and mentally link up her siblings (think Ms Martian in Young Justice).

*These faces are nowhere near consistent or accurate but her face reference is Elizabeth Olsen, who plays the character in the MCU*

Pietro Maximoff:

He is the middle child of this trio and twin to Wanda. He has super speed however it is nowhere near the level of his face reference Evan Peters from the X-Men series.

Costume:

Pietro’s costume has to be aerodynamic above all else. Hydra is absolutely going to limit his drag as much as possible for running. It will also be much more padded to protect him.

He will wear the same secure semi metal harnesses that they all do (so his younger sister can pull him around in the field) and with a full body pale blue and black suit. His suit is entirely designed for grip and traction. 

The top of his harness (below his collar bones) has handles and his gloves and sides have, not only the padding you would expect, but grip for when he is carrying around his sisters.

His now white hair is going to be as short as possible with the occasional cowlicks and flyaways held back by a small metal headpiece (the smallest of the trio) with a visor keeping the wind out of his eyes.

Utilization: 

In combat, he is mostly running around to disarm, disorient, or distract enemies as well as moving his sisters where they need to be or getting them out of the line of fire if need be.

Lorna Maximoff:

The youngest of the family by two years, Lorna has the ability to control metal. It is likely that, given the chance, this will one day evolve to allow her to manipulate magnetism but she has not quite gotten there yet.

Ah yes, the one that inspired me to do all of this. I love the idea of Lorna being in Age of Ultron specifically given how useful her powers would be on either team. Between all of the Avengers incorporating metal in some capacity in their suit and weapons and… ya know…. Ultron, she would be particularly useful.

She would also help with the twin’s power balancing. Pietro is fast but his powers are nowhere near the same level as Wandas, even in this movie. Restricting Wanda’s powers to the mental ones and letting Lorna be the telekinesis-adjacent Maximoff just balances them out better in my mind. 

This is just a thought but if we weren’t able to have actual Magneto in the MCU for whatever reason, I could see Lorna with the MCU Maximoff twin’s backstory being a stand in.

Costume:

Her suit design needs to be utilizable. Hydra would’ve made her into a living weapon. 

She would have shards and cables of some sort of metal on her shoulders, stomach, etc that she can manipulate and use as projectiles. Her helmet (resembling her canon self and Magnetos) keeps her brown hair out of her face.

Her costume is obviously going to be bright green, silver, and black but, while her hair is usually green, I’m not going to be doing that here. Her short wavy hair will instead drift in the magnetic field around her (hence the headband).

Utilization:

She is used in the most combat heavy way. While her older sister is taking out opponents from behind and her brother is clearing the way, she takes out swarms of opponents like a machine gun. She turns enemies' guns against them as well as the terrain from barbed wire to metal pipes.

She is also able to carry her siblings to safety with their harnesses.

*Her face reference is Emma Dumont who played the character in ‘The Gifted’ series*

[aki888]

A collection of all my Tav's in order;

Aki: My main girl, originated as an OC when I was 14 and got reforged into my first d&d character. Trickster Rogue hailing from a small city outside of Baldur's Gate originally, but "moved"/fled to the city of Baldur's Gate together with her (non identical) twin brother after witnessing their parent's murder in their home (they were 6 and hiding in the closet), but lost track of her brother in the crowds outside the city. She looked for him for months, but had to give up. She taught herself the art of pickpocketing and sleight of hands to survive, while her brother managed to get into the Tempel of Selûne to learn the ways of the clerics like their mother but ended up becoming a Paladin and taking the Oath of Vengeance later in life. Furthermore, she met her former master when she pickpocketed his satchel from him, he was mostly amused by her "attempt" but also saw potential and took her under his wing so that she could learn the "craft" as he would call it. (will write her story in another post as it is long x3)

Lorna: My Tiefling Druid, I play her in a campaign with friends. Big sister and mom of the group, she WILL heal you ... or vine whip you, depending on what you "need". Not on speaking terms with her family, who would have preferred she continued the family tradition of smithing not "this nature ... thing" (insert a very angry mother flailing her arms), so reluctantly she learned the craft but never gave up on her dream and calling. She left when she enough coin, and her family has disowned her for this "treason".

Elyon: My half-Drow Durge Sorcerer. My man woke up with a headache, covered in blood, no memory of who the fu he is, and such dark urges. He's trying not to give in to these urges and has made some new "friends" ... at least he hopes they're his friends and that he won't hurt them (he's got a feeling he will). He likes the sassy Astarion the most. Bonus: Those earrings were given to him by Gortash and yes, the man will remind him just how "close" they used to be and why he gifted him those earrings (spoiler: my boy ain't going to like it, and neither will Astarion).

Sir'rel: My Githyanki Monk who is "grumpy" most of the time in the beginning. She's not here to make "friends" She is here to get cured and to get off this plane and back to her people. A trained and skilled Monk, she has been on a few raids already and was ashamed she got captured on this one, seeing herself as "better than this". She likes her fellow kin the most, but she warms up to her merry band of "tadfools" later though.

Alim: Remake of my DA:O Mage. In this universe, he's the youngest child of a middle-class household in Baldur's Gate; however, his older brother has always been the golden child of the family, being instantly "good" at everything he does, while Alim himself was never "good enough" in the eyes of his parents, leaving him mistreated by all. Spending most of his time hiding and reading books, Alim did find out he was gifted in the manipulation of the Weave and had written to some of the wizards in Baldur's Gate hoping one of them was willing to train him. He was lucky one of them answered "yes, they would" moved by the young man's willingness to learn. So at the age of 11, he left home and has not been back since, and his family hasn't bothered looking for him.

[dilcne]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [LORNA DILANE]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [COURTNEY EATON]. You must be the [TWENTY NINE] year old [FLORIST AT FLORA AND FAUNA]. Word is you’re [COMPASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [NAIVE] and your favorite song is [SHE KNOWS IT BY MAGGIE LINDEMANN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Name: Lorna Dilane Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale/She&Her Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual Age: 29 Birthdate: March 3rd Occupation: Florist

BIOGRAPHY

Lorna grew up in Aurora Bay as the youngest child of three. With two older sisters, and particularly being the calmest of the bunch, she often felt pushed to the side and overlooked.

Her parents were realtors, originally meeting from competing agencies before opening their own after falling in love. It was a true love story in Lorna's eyes, and something she aspired to experience herself.

When she attended high school, she was very into sports, joining the volleyball team and was an avid gymnast. Her grades were average, and apart from her sport commitments, she blended mostly into the background.

Although, one day, she found herself on the receiving end of a kiss between her and the school's Queen Bee, Sloane Danvers. Lorna had always been comfortable with her sexuality, taking a liking to both boys and girls — and was confident with displaying that to others. It seemed however that Sloane did not share that same confidence.

Throughout high school, Lorna only "dated" Sloane and it was only in secret. Most thought she was odd for never getting in a relationship, turning down any dates that were offered. But truth be told, she was in love with Sloane — even if the redhead didn't care enough to share their relationship with the world.

After high school and Sloane left for better things, Lorna stayed in Aurora Bay and began working at the Flora and Fauna as a florist, due to her love of plants.

It took her awhile to get over Sloane, but she eventually got herself a nice boyfriend and settled down in Seabrook Quarter.

Unfortunately, her relationship didn't quite last and Lorna soon found herself alone in an empty house. Luckily, she had her three cats to keep her company, Cherry, Blossom, & Maple.

She's always striven to be a kind and friendly face in Aurora Bay, always wanting to be certain that everyone was included in the community. From firsthand experience, she knew what it felt like to be excluded from certain groups, and this was not something she wished to go through again or witness.

CONNECTIONS

the ex-girlfriend that kept lorna a secret all through-out high school. she holds a resentment for sloane after the redhead left her and believes that she was used the entire time. although, whenever she sees sloane about, her heart sometimes can't help but skip a beat. // @dancingdanvers

julian and lorna were together for just over a year, and she adored him and his young daughter. however, circumstance and issues in julian's life tore them apart and they broke up two years ago. she still loves him, platonically, and cares for both him and his daughter. // @julianxlevy

her upstairs neighbor, sometimes friend, occasional hookup. her and aeris couldn't be more different, but she can't deny the attraction that draws her to trail upstairs once a blue moon with the intention of sleeping with him. // @aeris-flores

her close friend and the person she turns to for comfort. cricket helped lorna come to terms with her sexuality and that she doesn't need to hide it away any more. she's ever so thankful to have her in her life and would do absolutely anything for her. // @cricketcampbell

camille is someone she considers more than just her fellow employee at flora and fauna. she adores the girl and often wonders why she doesn't have people fawning over her 24/7. // @ithinkitscami

to be written. // @minaxmoon

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Lorna Dane/Polaris:

In a truly haunted house, Lorna confronts her worst fear - losimg control of her powers.

"Lorna."

Her mother, despite very obviously being dead, turned her head to look Lorna in the eye, her own gaze glassy. "What did you do, Lorna? What did you do?"

Lorna scrambled away, "No. I didn't mean..." But her sentence was cut off as her hands started to glow green, feeling the vibration of the metals nearby pulling towards her. "Not...happening..."

"I loved you. Wasn't that enough? Why did you do this?"

"STOP!" It was the last straw as Lorna let out a magnetic pulse and the lights in the mansion went out for a few seconds before it was restored. However, Lorna did not see that happening, only what was shown in front of her.

"Why couldn't you just control yourself?"

Her fear melted into anger and spoke without looking up. "Asking for a nine year old girl who didn't know what the fuck was going on. Don't make me laugh. My mom would never say anything like that." If her fear gave her power, her anger was the fuel that fed the fire. "I don't like asking twice." She was referring to whatever it was to stop.

There was a moment of silence as the magic warped around her, trying to poke through her shields, trying to feed more into the fear. Her "mother" still lying on the floor, bloody and twisted, was starting to look more angry than sad and confused. "Ha." The voice was faint, but sounded happily amused. "You tell 'em babe."

Hearing Alex's voice put a smirk on Lorna's lips. "My mom was the kindest woman on the face of this planet. And whatever you are...you aren't my mom." Lorna walked forward and down at the image. "My power is not in control of me..."

"You are in control of your powers." Another familiar, older, slightly dry voice, full of pride for his youngest child.

[secrettyrant]

Wolf laughs at Elliot's insistence, hand dropping to his stomach for a moment as the chuckle sticks. "There's plenty of beautiful faces in that trailer park for you to create your own merry band." Wolf suggests but he suspects his youngest brother is a little more traditional and it works for Elliot, Wolf thinks. He can imagine Elliot as a good husband, a good father. The whole works. Someone he can let himself get lost in and in return, they can ground him and let his consciousness be free all at once. He laughs again about Luca, shrugging a hand because while he'd prefer his son to be slightly less frantic, he also knows that age plays a huge part in those pesky Cross genes. See: most of them becoming fathers at their immature age. "He's a romantic at heart, he just doesn't want to admit it." Wolf says confidently.

He mind follows the conversation to Fen and Lorna, a small twitch of a frown playing on his lips while he nods. "I think talking will help, when they're ready. In the mean time, I'll just love spending time with Ro and try to slowly coax Lorna into some laughter too." he explains, watching as Elliot closes up the register. The older Cross then forms a grin as Elliot huffs away the question and Wolf is suddenly amused, letting out a quiet but knowing laugh. "Stupid enough to want to come to work to forget all about it, because stupid things bother us so much." he teases lightly, however he is a man of his word and won't force Elliot to say a thing that he doesn't want to. Perhaps, they can dance around the conversation together. "Was this stupid thing something you were looking forward to, despite it being so stupid?"

Elliot shakes his head at his oldest brother, not always understanding Wolf but he appreciates him regardless. There's an unrelenting positivity from him that's both annoying and reluctantly welcome when he feels this way. Like he's messed up. Like that's all he'll ever do. That's all you're good for. Jeff's words inevitably return at the worst moments, on the worst days. But Elliot does his best to push them away, to anchor himself to the here and now, his brother's presence helping more than he probably knew. "I'm not listening anymore," Elliot insists, covering his ears childishly for a moment before shaking his head. "Don't mention it. And, you probably don't want to be around for everything. I've seen Luca chasing girls." He shivers at his nephew's antics as he continues closing out the register.

Elliot doesn't really know what to say but he glances up at Wolf, giving a solemn nod. "They moved back for a reason, though. You know? So...they wanna be close to family. Maybe they'll wanna talk about it sometime, too." He knows that if they did, Wolf would be there. Elliot waves a hand at the question, shrugging. "Nothing. It was stupid anyway." It's easier to be down on an idea that didn't work out so that way he'll feel less disappointed. Or so he tells himself. He's been trying to do it most of his life but it's never worked out that way. Disappointed still comes. And, if anything, he's more disappointed in his luck today than he's been in a while. Because the one time something good happens...something else gets in the way. Elliot thinks maybe it's just another sign as to why he doesn't really deserve the good anyway. He's never really felt like he has...this just confirms it.

[kurtty-drabbles]

House of M- redone (part 9)

N/A: This story is close to being wrapped and as always I will not make a sequel. I hope the ending is ok.

@tieflingteeth

@dannybagpipesarecalling  @muninandhugin

The breakthrough about Lady Mastermind participating in the lastest attempts is all thanks to Mystique and a good connection with Logan- the rich playboy is living a good life but his ears still work- warrant a meeting with the Witch Queen and every single Red guard present, leastwise, all the important ones.

And sure, Kitty Pryde is present in the meeting. Once, Kitty confessed to Jubilee she would love to be in a Red guard meeting if this could mean she can be close to the famous Witch Queen. Yes, Kitty knew it was just a fan-fantasy and it wouldn´t be real.

"Why is she here?" Mystique asked solicited leering at Kitty. Her golden eyes fixed on her two children. Rogue crosses her arms and looks away, Kurt is nonchalant about the whole ordeal, while Kitty, in all her wisdom, is staring at Mystique.

Wanda is too used by the Darkholme clan to mind their shenanigans- Pietro rolls his eyes and Lorna is always amused- and one clear of her throat is enough to stop whatever was stirring in the Darkholme clan and all eyes are focused on Wanda.

(Lorna is holding the little Billy and Tommy as Wanda doesn´t trust to let them alone lately nor Lorna wants to be left out of the debate)

(Billy and Tommy are too little to know how dangerous the situation truly is. All they know is that they are here)

"Now we´re all here to discuss what to do about Lady Mastermind" her voice demands respect and all eyes are present for the famous witch queen.

Scarlet eyes stare back. Wanda is anything but powerless.

"What does she wants with Genosha?" Kitty asked too bravely and inwardly cringing as all eyes are present and facing the small figure- Kurt holds her hand unobtrusively and Kitty can feel his ungloved hand nicely- gulping loudly she carries on. "No one wakes up and decides to cause chaos and I know Magneto and Mastermind used to work together"

Kitty notices the apprehensive from the royal family and adds swiftly. "I say this thanks to the textbooks and many videos about them"

Pietro snaps at such revelation. "Wait, I thought those videos were banned"

Lorna regards Kitty cooly. The woman tries to remember how the royal children have a tumultuous past with Magneto. A young mutant may say Magneto is right, but, his kids can also say how he´s a terrible father.

It's a real tragedy for the man who is immortalized as an activist for mutants is now forever and ever denied any semblance of love by his only family.

"Not all the videos, some are still available, his fight in New York, for example, is still show by everyone in the globe. In that fight, everyone can see Mastermind and Magneto fighting with their enemies and each other" Kitty concludes her case.

Wanda studies her. Such red eyes and the woman is not above pretending her crimson eyes aren´t intimidating.

"Mastermind had a desire for Genosha, one my father never fulfill. You think his daughter carries such insult as it was direct to her?" Wanda asked and no one is sure if this is a rhetorical question or not.

Mystique is the one to interject. "It wouldn´t be the first. Many people in the past often believe to have a claim to Genosha...but, if its not about the land... then could be about " her golden eyes travel to Billy and Tommy. "your family...is very interesting to some people"

Pietro inhales starkly. "That too wouldn´t be the first time...and we´ll face them and win, again"

Lorna pipes in. "Pietro is right, it wouldn´t be the first time someone..." her green eyes land on the two little boys who are playing on their phones now. "tried to harm us...plus, Wanda is really powerful...only a fool would try to fight her"

Wanda sighs weakly. "I´m not all-powerful. I´m still human and I can still die like everyone else...That´s why I need a plan, I need to know Genosha and my family will be safe"

Kitty never saw Wanda in such a position before. Sure, when they broadcast the Witch Queen the media shows this woman who is God in a red dress. No one ever imagined or wanted to imagine she is just as human as the rest.

Rogue takes the reign of the conversation. "Kitty mentioned that fight in New York, well, I saw that fight too, and apparently Mastermind had some allies. Some died, some are still alive and this gave me a lead" Rogue has that winning smirk.

Mystique is exasparated. Are all of her children enjoying secret investigations?

"Turns out, the man had 4 marriages and had 4 daughters, one of them is in Genosha right now" Rogue is revealing as this is a story and it´s getting closer to the climax.

Kitty stares at Kurt who is too used to the level of the flare of his dear older sister.

"Her name is Pixie or how she was once called Megan Gwynn" Rogue reveals triumphantly. "A teleport and magic-user that is enrolled at Emma´s school"

Silence reigns as Rogue were expecting. "So, I took the deliberately to ask Megan to come to one of the stations and have a nice chat with Kwannon"

"Wait, if she´s a magic-user can´t she magic her way up with Kwannon?" Kurt asked in pure concern. After all, magic users are wild cards. Thankfully, Wanda doesn´t take offense in that.

Kitty can picture the scene of this young girl in the station having to deal with Kwannon. One of the best telepaths after Jean Grey. "Where is her mother? Was she in Genosha all alone?"

Is ethical to interrogate a young girl without her parents even in this situation? I think not.

"Oh, she was with relatives in Genosha, an aunt but that was fake" Rogue answers.

Wanda and Pietro don´t like where this is going.

Kitty is the one to pinder about Pixie´s safety.

After all, she could have been one of her students...

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/22: Costume

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: trick or treating, family fluff, pietro is an absolute adhd terror but we love him

Side note: I cut out like 300+ words of mostly boring exposition, so this is much more streamlined than it was at first. Other than the descriptor calling Wanda a witch (because she’s dressed like one, obvs), everyone else’s outfits are un-described. Mostly. So feel free to use your own imaginations. And yes, everybody did dress up. Even Erik.

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The little family made quite a picture, walking down the brightly lit sidewalk.

“Careful with that, Wanda.” Charles called out. The little witch was swinging her candy bucket enthusiastically, losing bits and pieces out of it. At his urging, she calmed her motions, though there was still a lot of swinging involved. As per usual, she was significantly calmer than her twin. Pietro was running loops around all of them. Up the street, down the street, into walkways, occasionally into yards (“Mind the grass!” Erik told him, multiple times). He couldn’t get far, thankfully - the metal bits subtly sewn into his costume made sure of that - but he tested the boundary at every chance he could.

“Alright back there?” Erik asked. He couldn’t see over the top of the dozing child on his back, but he knew Lorna was bringing up the rear of their little caravan.

“I'm good, Dad.” She was eating candy. He could practically hear the caramel as she answered. And more importantly, she was happy. All four of the children were. Even David, who smiled even in his tired state.

“So what do you think, guys? Trick-or-treating? Fun, huh?” Charles smiled, ruffling Pietro’s hair as he ran by. He didn’t really need to ask; he could feel their joy as bright as a beacon. But he always tried to encourage verbal communication. Especially in public, though they were mostly alone on that particular sidewalk.

There was a chorus of affirmations.

“Can Auntie Raven come with us next time?” Wanda asked. Charles made a show of considering this, though truth be told he‘d had a similar thought. It would be interesting, he reasoned, to bring along someone who didn’t need a preprepared outfit. Who could potentially change their appearance from house to house.

“Why don’t we ask her when we get home?” He gave Wanda a nod. She grinned and nodded back before slipping back behind them to walk with her sister. Aside from the red and white blur that was Pietro running around them, and their older boy being carried by Erik, the two parents were somewhat alone. Charles bumped their shoulders together gently.

So. We all survived.

That remains to be seen, Erik projected back, eyeing their running and giggling youngest son. The little terror. I’m only surprised he hasn’t run every single one of us ragged yet.

At that moment, the boy ran a little further out than either of them were comfortable with. Almost offhandedly, Erik reached out with his power, grabbed the metal threads in his costume, and pulled him back over. Pietro paused just long enough to say “sorry, dad,” before taking off again. He’d probably have long since spilled his candy everywhere had Charles not commandeered his bucket fairly early in the night.

And you’re already planning for next year. Erik shook his head, though he was also smiling. Doing his own planning, no doubt.

Maybe a little. But, Charles was quick to add, we’ve still got at least an hour or two of candy sorting ahead of us. “And it’s way past certain individuals’ bed time as it is.”

“Not tired!” Pietro said, zooming by.

David grumbled sleepily.

“I understand your point, however. Once the candy has been sorted, and the costumes put away, then we can do what all parents do after October 31st.”

“And that is?”

“To never think of Halloween again for the next eleven months or so.”

At that, Erik laughed. He shifted David a little, adjusting his position. “I’m gonna hold you to that, I hope you know. Also not looking forward to the mountains of candy to sift through.”

“Liar. You’ll be drowning in butterscotch for weeks. What a burden.”

“Quiet, you.”

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 4

WC: 685

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: death, descriptions of self harm & su*cide (not by main characters), angst, institutionalization of character

A/N: So I do want to give a heads up that the stuff that is discussed in this chapter gets sort of cast aside for a while after ch4, but it is relevant to where I plan to go with the plot and it will be brought up again later. Just don't want yall to think I hint at something important and then leave a plot hole. Also, as always if you or anyone you know is struggling with mental health and su*cidal thoughts please please reach out for help or call a hotline. I promise you life is worth it, even if it doesn't feel like it 💙

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Once a week Laszlo joined his two friends for dinner as a way to catch up. Dinner was a loose term. In reality it was a small tavern in the city that John had a pension for.

He and John Moore had met many years ago when Laszlo studied at Harvard before returning to Germany. Now John serves as a professor of photojournalism. He had also been instrumental in getting Laszlo the opportunity to work at the university back in the States, calling him up when a vacancy arose.

Joining them was Sara Howard, the youngest and only female dean to head the Criminology department in the university's history. Laszlo often worked alongside Sara seeing as his courses overlapped into her territory. She was quick witted and stubborn as a bull. Nevertheless, Laszlo considered it a great honor that she tolerated his own boorish nature.

“So, Laszlo, how is the TA working out for you?” Sara questioned.

“She is fine. Her work is satisfactory, although she is quick to temper,” Laszlo responded in kind. He thumbed the side of the whiskey glass in front of him.

John took a swig of his beer before joking “Sounds about right. I’m surprised she hasn’t quit yet, knowing you.”

He felt his jaw twitch at the insinuation. He knew he was not easy to work with, let alone anyone’s cup of tea. It was why it took so long to find a willing participant to be his aide; his reputation as being arrogant preceded him.

Sara picks up on his silence. Her head cocks towards him. “Laszlo, what did you do?” It’s not even a question with how she says it full of exasperation.

He lets out a breath at the accusation, scratching his jaw. “I fear that I may have offended her yesterday during my lecture.” Sara and John share a look across the table. She rolls her eyes.

At his lack of offering more details John pipes up. “How so this time?”

“I was discussing the Beecham case and she was in attendance,” he bagan. He spoke of the student that reacted to the pictures, as well as his own response to said student, and the resulting heated discussion between you after class had dismissed. “She insinuated that she had seen something traumatizing in the past, something that was no doubt horrific in nature. Yet when I asked her she became closed off and left, not completing the rest of the allotted office hours that evening. This morning she was present as expected but she did not speak aside from necessary means.”

It was John that broke the silence. “You said she is, what, 26?”

“Yes.”

John looked worried as he turned to Sara. “You don’t think?”

Sara’s lips turned down as she considered John’s question. “Unfortunately I do,” she agreed. Laszlo eyed the two critically. Clearly they were privy to some knowledge that he was not.

“Laszlo…” John began, unsure if it was even his place to be speaking of such things. “There was a student the year before you joined the faculty. She… found her roommate…” he trailed off, unable to find the words delicate enough to describe the events.

At his hesitation Sara spoke up. “She found her roommate had slit her wrists in the bath. They asked me to consult with the case; I saw the photographs. It was horrific. The student entered a facility for the rest of term before returning the next year. We think that might have been your aide. Her name did sound familiar,” she finished gently.

Laszlo wasn’t sure how to respond to this news. He knows better than to think that each person is free of their ghosts, but to think you encountered something so terrible makes him feel remorse towards his attitude. He thinks maybe he should apologize to you, but then he would have to admit what he knows. He fears the conversation could worsen the situation. Even with his seed of guilt, he does find himself still reeling with annoyance at your outburst towards him. He decides to just wait out the situation.

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