#there are a few secrets about my past that ill take to my grave...and thats saying something cuz i use humor to cope and i cant even joke...

[sk3l3t0n444]

i left my room to piss and get a drink and im am shaking like im being hunted for sport wtf

[wyslyyzr]

a vague timeline for things because marvel is fucked all across the board and i need some sense of continuity + solidifiying my past headcanons--this is close to what i had ran with in the past, just typed up again. 

1930: max eisenhardt is born in dusseldorf, germany. the eisenhardt family moves shortly thereafter to nuremburg; max has no memories of dusseldorf. this is the place his parents were born as well. reasonably, max considers nuremburg his home town. 

1933: ruth eisenhardt is born in nuremberg, germany, max’s younger and final sibling. 

1935-1938: max meets magda, the daughter of one of the lady janitors at the school he attended. 

1939: the eisenhardts, following an antisemitic outburst that shamed and injured max’s uncle erich, and a violent interaction with jakob’s former general from the first world war where he was beaten and thrown out of his office, and, finally, kristallnacht, move to warsaw in an attempt to escape the anti-jewish tensions. 

1940: the warsaw ghetto is built around them. 

1940-1942: the very young max turns into a food smuggler in the warsaw ghetto, acquiescing meals for both his family members and other jewish families with other boys. he has his bar mitsvah sometime in this period, despite not being 13, given the direness of the situation. 

1942: deportation to the treblinka camps begins. the eisenhardts flee yet again. on their way back to their hideout, they are captured by nazi regiment. the eisenhardts are executed, but jakob saves his son’s life by butting him out of the line of the bullets. regardless, max is knocked unconscious, and brought to a mass grave where he is dumped alongside his family.

1942-1944: max is found alive in the camp, and put to work for his impressively sturdy frame despite the harrow of starvation. in order to avoid being selected for death, max becomes a sonderkommando. 

1942-1944: this bit is a bit of influence from the xmcu, but something i’ve always incorporated into my canon regardless; max’s mutant abilities laid nearly dormant due to physical illness contracted from exertion and malnourishment, however, in moments of grief and anger, they were still strong enough to rear up. more than once, he’d injured officers, and killed one on accident out of fear. instead of being executed, josef mengele and doctor sinister took interest in him and conducted various physical experiments. when they could not produce the same effects, he was sent back to the work force. 

late 1944: max participates in the sonderkommando rebellion, escaping not only alongside other sonderkommandos, but magda, who had happened to also be interned in the camps. 14 and 15 respectively, they spend the rest of their teens together, and most of their 20s. 

1950: anya eisenhardt is born. max marries magda two months into her pregnancy. 

1957: the identity of “erik magnus lehnsherr” is created by georg odekirk, however i do not implement the idea that erik posed as rroma to “fit in” with the rroma community since i think its kinda.. bad. he’s accepted as his wife’s husband and a jewish man. max becomes erik to protect himself and his family.

1959: the eisenhardts--now lehnsherrs--move to vinnitsa, a then-soviet region, in order to pursue stable work, as erik became dissatisfied with only scraping by to provide for their daughter. he acquires a construction job in the summer, where he worked for another few months before the next incident. 

fall of 1959: erik consciously uses his abilities for the first time, hurling a crowbar at his boss over a pay dispute. when he returns to the inn where he and his family had been staying, he finds it aflame, and anya trapped inside. when he makes an attempt to free her, he is held down by the security his boss had employed, evoked over their dispute, and is forced to watch anya burn to death. finally, in an explosion of 29 years of grief and anger, catalyzed by the loss of his child, erik’s abilities fully emerge. not only does he kill everyone in the immediate vicinity he deems responsible for the event, including anyone who happened to become caught in the detritus and obstructions, he levels more than half of the city. in the ruins and ash, he finds anya’s scorched body and digs a grave with his hands to bury his daughter, where magda in the wake of his destruction approaches him horrified by his actions. he asks her to help him bury their daughter, and in her fear, she proclaims him a monster before fleeing, unknown to either of them, pregnant with the twins. erik is approached by another regiment of soldiers who attempt to shoot him in the head. he turns their guns on them instead, finishes burying and honoring his daughter, and spends some time searching for magda, whom he never finds. after a few days of unsuccessfully looking for his wife, erik packs what little he has left and travels from the leveled vinnitsa to haifa, israel. 

1960: erik volunteers at a hospital in haifa that predominantly focused on helping other survivors of the shoah, where he seeks some modicum of treatment himself, and meets none other than charles xavier. 

1961: after helping charles rescue gabi, erik realizes he and charles’ views are incompatible, and departs from haifa. he is eventually scouted by both the israeli secret service and a western outfit (likely the CIA) whilst hunting nazi war criminals. 

1962: erik hunts nazi war criminals and turns them over to israel for trial. i don’t really feel like going into detail about this one because its a little convoluted but basically erik is “allowed” to turn over certain nazis that are deemed acceptable to turn over to israel by his western control, but when he turns over a nazi that the west does not want him to turn over, agents show up to put an end to his “betrayals”, where he learns the truth of what they were doing and freaks out in a rage and kills them all, where he finally adopts the identity of “magneto”. he moves to brooklyn, new york, in the same year. 

1964: erik meets cassandra michaels, who designs his outfit. this is where this timeline gets fucked to hell because i have to work with 60 years of super old dumbass comics that characterize erik as a super hammy archetypical villain when thats not the character he develops into. 

this post is going to be SUPER LONG so this is a placeholder for me to edit and continue it later in detail. take these points as general points for the future before i write them out fully. 

late 60s is the first instance of asteroid m shit

the 1970s and 80s are the brotherhood heyday before the x-men really exist and they’re the only public figures saving and protecting mutants while also executing violent resistance to mutant oppression. 

early o5 era is around 1990-1999

dark phoenix saga around 2000 

genosha massacre mid 2000s. the “magneto was right” movement begins around this date as well, and che guevara-type merchandise starts sprouting up.

m day and civil war in 2008-ish, a few years following the genoshan massacre. 

utopia around 2011. 

avx around 2014. 

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

i have the text dump, it has lots of lore and will probably break the text limit-

SO BASICALLY JACIAN AND TAIANA SHIZ BASICALLY ALL I HAVE COME UP WITH FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND PLOT STUFF AND YES-

so basically they first meet in act 1 of the main plot (tm) which is really just adventure to go stop odd thing thats happening (idk exactly what atm but thats not really important).  Jarcian is basically a knight whos working for an unknown(at the time, we'll get to it later) person, and he has been tasked with impeding the progress of the main group.  how does he plan to do this? well, despite literally having troops at his disposal (who all adore him and are 100% loyal to him, they love their goofy captain), of course he challenges the main character group to a one on one duel, because he is just a goofy villain who fights fair and lives by his honor.  Of course Taiana accepts his challenge, being a knight herself, and they proceed to have a draw.  Out of respect, and because he's lowkey thrilled that someone has taken him seriously for once, Jacian concedes and retreats for the time being, but not before he and Taiana declare each other to be rivals (with like 75% of the main group just being so done with both of them and wanting to leave).  They have a few more encounters after this, with taiana always insisting that they take up his challenge fairly rather than just like have everyone defeat his forces because she feels he's not a bad guy and actually at this point considers him a friend, and after a while Jacian begins to think that he might be developing feelings for Taiana, which he really doesnt know how to feel about so he consults his second in command, Anton (short for Anthony; this man is just a side character but he is like the best side character ever and im 100% giving him a unique design bc he's just like the most supportive dude ever-). i plan on making a short comic based off the conversation they have but basically Jacian has his suspicions confirmed, and goes full panic attack and sad mode bc oops literal forbidden love this is so sad : pensive : .  There are like 2 more encounters between the main group and Jacian's group, both of which Jacian is just like being very obvious on accident but taiana has no idea what a social cue is so she just doesnt pick up on any of it, and then major plot shit happens and we're onto part 2.

in part 2, things get kinda angsty and really can split off in 2 different directions, with one being significantly less angsty than the other. basically, shit goes down, and all 3 of the main kingdoms are all just kinda in conflict now.  Taiana ends up becoming the queen of her kingdom (called Serenia) and, despite her appearingly newfound confidence and leadership skills, she is internally in turmoil due to previous plot events (and this only gets worse with future ones) and is beginning to fall into a state of self doubt due to the pressure she puts on herself to protect everyone coupled with the fact that she cant, and failed to protect her own father and brother.  After a bit of rebuilding and strategizing, Taiana decides to lead a counterattack against the neighboring kingdom of Grysia who's king, Natalio, has basically backstabbed every other kingdom and had invaded Serenia while the main group was out doing other stuff (his son is also part of the main group, and some real shit happens there but thats another tale for another ramble-).  It turns out that Jacian serves him, and is having one hell of a moral struggle right now.  His knights honor forbids him from betraying his lord, but he's unsure if he's truely doing the right thing as he's been complacent to so many inhumane atrocities that Natalio has preformed.  But in the end he decides that he must stick to his duty to the very end, no matter what (and let me just say, once natalio shows his true colors he does some bad shit, like really damn bad. but again, another disscussion for another day).  Eventually, the main group is pretty much on the castle's doorstep, and so Natalio makes the decision to send Jacian to put a stop to them. More specifically, to their leader, who at this point is Taiana.  Jacian of course, really doesnt want to (but as he later figures out, Natalio knows of his crush and plans on having the two destroy each other, with the result of one being killed and the other being emotionally destroyed. as I said, natalio is a very bad man), but his duty commands that he must, and so he tells Anton to make sure his troops escape the conflict together, and heads off to his final duel, where he intends to head to his grave and take his secret with him.  When he confronts the main group, he is much more solemn than he normally is, and he challenges Taiana to one final duel. and despite every other duel they had resulting in a draw, this one results in a loss from Jacian.  As a final wish, Jacian begs Taiana to take his life, as he'd rather die at her hands than at Natalios.

now, since im thinking about the plot in terms of it being a game, there actually is a branch in the plot based on a choice made at this point (mainly bc the angsty one is more interesting character development wise but the not angsty one makes me happy and i want to see these 2 be happy together-). so the two choices are basically to take Jacian's life, or to spare him.  ill go over what each choice leads to in order.

choose to take his life:  Taiana tries to take Jacian's life, but she just can't bring herself to.  She already internally feels as if she's lost or come close to losing many of the peopleshe holds dear, and she could never bring herself to kill someone she considers a friend.  Seeing this, Jacian smiles before apologizing to her for everything, and thanking her for the joy she's brought him, before telling her he loves her and taking his own life via stabbing his sword through his chest.  His intent is to save her the pain of taking his life by ding it for him, but this ends up pushing her over the edge, as she blames herself and sees it as yet another failure to protect someone she cared about.  The main group ends up defeating natalio and liberating Grysia, but Taiana is left with menatl and emotional wounds that would leave her unstable for much of the remaining plot. it doesnt help that she eventually realizes that she loved him too.  His former troops, which had deserted the war just as he asked, end up joining the Serenian military, with Anton becoming the captain of the knights.  This mainly leads to alot of character development for taiana, and how she learns to cope with and accept the fact that she cant protect everyone, no matter how much she wants to.  (there also is another really angsty part later bc main villian has some bs powers but uhh we've had enough sad i thinkand this is getting really long-)

choose to spare him:  Taiana refuses to take Jacian's life, to which Jacian retorts that she had to if she wanted to get past.  Of course, she once again refuses as she wont harm someone she cares about, especially when she's already lost people she cares about and is really close to just losing it.  She then states that if one of them had to die, the he should take he life, much to his dismay.  She stands firm on this, and he attempts, but his feelings finally overpower his sense of duty, and he just cant.  but at the same time, his honor won't let him betray his lord, and if he goes back he will just be killed.  He and taiana argue a bit, with taiana trying to convince him to join her before finally breaking down and just letting out everything she's had pent up inside since the the end of part 1 of the plot (different story for a different day)  Jacian lets out some emotional baggage of his own, including confessing his feelings for taiana,which she is completely surprised about.  They talk and mildly argue for a bit more, with Jacian eventually surrendering to his feelings, and vowing to right the wrongs made by his complacency before thanking Taiana for helping him to remember why he became a knight in the first place, and abandoning his old sense of honor to take up arms with the main group and find a new sense of honor, fighting for the people as taiana does rather than just for one corrupt man.  Natalio really isnt suprised by this, and simply says that he'll send them both to the grave by his own hands, before being defeated by the main group with the help of Jacian's troops because yknow, theyre loyal to Jacaian before theyre loyal to the king.  During the 6-year skip between part 2 and 3, Taiana and Jacian end up getting married, and similarly to the other option Anton is appointed captaianof the Serentian Knights, and remains a close friend to Jacian (along with the rest of his troops, theyre his bois).  This mainly leads to more development of Jacian and how he interacts with the other charcaters in the main group, as well as him helping taiana to cope with many of her insecurities and issues, and offering support in a way that none of the other characters in the main group can (i meant to not this earlier as well, she may be very close to other characters as well, such as xayvion, but they just dont understand certain aspects of her personality deep down as well as Jacian does. The two are just a pair of overly excessive goofy knights, and though they may be slightly different they understand each other in a way no one else does).

and uhh thats basically it, this was way more than i meant to write and i really need to go to sleep now so uh yeet- anyways i love these 2, thank you for coming to my ted talk-

[prissypickle]

Caius’s Mate Chapter Eight

Two weeks had passed and I was just barely able to make it to the bathroom on my own. Derek had moved shifts so I had a new physical therapist and he wasn't -- encouraging.

Jonathan was my nurse today he was super kind. He came in with some papers handed it to me. "No more ensure drinks! We're going to try some real food today," he said enthusiastically.

"Hell yea!" I said taking the menu.

"Alright. No solids or hard food. Think mashed potatoes... ice cream. Soup... beans --"

"Can I have some tomato soup and a milkshake... or some mashed potatoes and gravy?"

"How about mashed potatoes and gravy and if you can keep it down a milkshake?" He said.

"Sounds perfect," I said and smiled looking at the clock. Well my visitors are late.

I looked up at the ceiling. And heard a knock on the door. It was a girl I never had met before.

"Hi.." she said smiling coming in.

I looked at her curiously. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Im Jane. Im Alec's sister ," she said. "He talks about you... a lot."

She smiled sitting next to me.

"I came to visit when you were in the coma..." she said.

"Thank you," I looked down.

She nodded.

"Izzy. I know you probably think that Aro is an ass but he isn't all that bad," she said.

"He's the most inconsiderate person I have ever met," I mumbled.

"Why do you say that?" She watched curiously.

"I..." I paused, "He wont let me talk to my mom. I have to make secret calls to her. I... I need her. He wants to take me back to that hell hole, I can barely walk.." I sighed.

"He... he does that for a reason Izzy. He has had a rough past," she said. "He has to protect our kind from humans... you are a threat. So we must keep you at the castle. Every day you are here is a day closer to someone finding out about who we are," she said lowly.

I just looked down not responding. Jonathan brought my my tray of food. "Thank you," I said feebly taking a small bite of the mashed potatoes.

"Take small bites. Don't rush it," he said and left.

Jane sighs watching me. I took the small bowl of mashed potatoes and took a bite. "How come he's so inconsiderate?" I asked

"It's not my story to tell," she bit her lip.

"Maybe not, but I might be able to understand why he is such an ass," I mumbled. "This is the best thing I have ever eaten,"

She chuckled a bit.

"Hey when you don't eat for two weeks anything probably tastes like heaven" I sighed.

She nodded.

"So about that story..." I nudged.

"Fine. But dont. Dont tell Aro I told you," she said.

I nodded taking another bite.

"Aro was born in 1300 B.C," she started.

"Woah. Woah. No way..." I interrupted her. "No way in hell..."

Jane chuckled at my reaction. "Yes. He is very very old," she said. "And wise," she paused.

"You know being old doesn't make you wise," I raised my eyebrow.

She chuckled a bit. "May I go on?"

I nodded.  "He grew up with a brother and a younger sister. His mother died in childbirth with the third child. Aro was around ten when that had happened. He was happy... but things changed when his father died of an illness when he was fifteen. He was left to provide for the family," she paused. "He had to scavenge for food... hide. Move from place to place. He would steal from the local market place," she paused.

I listened very carefully.

"The first time he got caught they just gave him a warning. The second they brought him to the center of town and had him whipped," he said. "It happened multiple times. But he continued to steal just for his family," she paused.

I looked down. "Is that why? He punishes people. Because he learned it?" I whispered.

She shrugged. "I guess. He was still human at this point... when Aro was 17  his sister died of illness...  him and his brother separated and lost contact," she said looking down.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"He met a girl... they fell in love immediately and got married 6 months later and had their first kid. They moved far away and built their own home.  Aro had a job at the market place. Every day he would walk into town just so he could make money to support his family," 

"Thats cute," I smiled.

"Yes..." she said. "They lived happily and his second kid was on the way. Aro was 20 when he was changed. He was on his way home from the town when he was attacked. He was bitten. He forced himself all the way home through the pain. And laid in bed for three days. Not able to move or get up. His wife had went to town to getting the doctor. They could not figure out what the illness was but they suspected that he would die. So his wife began to dig a grave. But three days later he woke -- his skin ice cold. His throat burning. He had completely changed. He had no idea what he was. He heard his wife talking to his child. 'Your father is dead son..' she said to him. Aro was quite surprised because he was very much alive. He went out seeing his wife holding his boy who was only three. The closer he got to them the more his throat burned. When she saw him she was in complete shock. "I'm alive" Aro told her. He held his wife close. He was so confused on why his throat had burned.  His wife was in shock while his son only clung onto him..." she took a deep breath. "A few days later the doctor came and he seemed healthier than ever. Other than his ice cold skin... and his burning throat... and his eyes... his yes were a blood red... when the doctor had checked his pulse there was none. He was completely frozen on the inside. His heart had stopped. But Aro had no idea what he had became until one night when he went out. He smelt blood.  He found someone and he killed him. He fed. Aro told me that he never felt so guilty in his entire life... he had killed someone. But it made the burn go away.  But only three days later the burn had came back. He went to talk to his wife saying how he had changed. His wife just brushed it off saying it was just the illness but when he showed her that he had no heartbeat she was realized something was seriously wrong," she paused.

"He headed out to the town paranoid. He could hear everyone's conversation. He hated it. When someone tapped him on the shoulder that was the second time he fed. It was daylight. But he was so thirsty he killed the man right there not caring who saw. He finally realized what he was. He drank blood. He was a vampire. He ran home needing to talk to his wife and he told her everything about the attack. About killing two people. About being a vampire," she said.

"Did she leave?" I asked.

"No. She loved him. And supported him... but people saw him... people saw him and figured it out. People from the town grabbed her and his son... they got them to the center of town... and were going to execute them. Aro was out hunting and didn't see either of them home.... went to town seeing it. He saw his pregnant wife and his three year old boy, a noose around their neck... "

"D-did he save them?" I said tears dwelling.

"No... as soon as he got there men grabbed trying to pull him to be burned... his family was executed right in front of him... they were hung right there while he was being pulled away,"

Tears fell onto my cheeks.

"Aro lost it... he was devastated... he used his newborn strength and killed the whole entire town... he didn't want anyone of them living," she looked down.

I wiped my eyes.

"He let down his wife and child and immediately tried to bite them but nothing happened. He listened to her stomach but the fetus was dead," she said.

More tears fell. I wiped it with my shirt. "Im sorry... I'm so sorry," I whispered.

She paused for a long while.

"That's why he started the Volturi..." she said. "He met Caius... and Marcus along the way. And he saved me and Alec from being burned at the stake..." she said.

"Did he find anyone else?" I whispered feeling horrible.

"Yes... one day a woman came into the castle after the Volturi was started.... it was pouring rain... she came into the throne room wanting warmth. She saw Aro. They have this thing called a mate bond... someone's true love. Her name is Sulpicia," she said.

I nodded and smiled a bit. "He's not a bad man.... he is just scared..." I said.

She nodded. "Yes. Scared for our kind," she said.

"Thank you Jane," I said hugging her gently.

[altherei]

A Bargain of Grief

((Note: I meant to post this before I left for a short holiday trip, so the events of this post actually took place on 12/22.))

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The summons from her father had come somewhat surprisingly- even more so with how urgent his missive seemed. Immediately concerned something was amiss in her family, Altherei hurried back to the small house her father kept in the heart of the Ghostlands. While it’d been a while since she’d been in the blighted end of Quel’thalas, she had never been afraid of it. The roads were familiar, and she didn’t fear the creeping shadows made by dead branches dipping under the light breeze.

When she arrived at her father’s estate, he was quick to welcome her in and give her a warm embrace. It didn’t take long, though, for her to see the deepened creases in his skin- the past few months had been rough on them all, and none moreso than the patriarch of their family. There was a weariness in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since the death of her mother, and his usual warm smile- the one she’d inherited by all accounts- wasn’t present.

“Sit my dear, sit. We have.. much to discuss.” He lowered himself onto the couch, setting down a kettle of tea and two mugs. He filled hers first, then his own, and the gentle scent of honeymint slowly wafted around the living room.

“What’s wrong, Ann’da? Your letter seemed.. rather urgent. Is everything all right?” Altherei blew over the top of the mug, sending the steam flitting away for a moment as she eyed her father.

“No.. no, little one. I am.. frightened. For you,” He added with a nod of his head for emphasis.

“.. For me? Why?” While she could quite easily guess a few reasons.. it would be better to hear it from him.

“We’re at war, Altherei. I know you hold great distaste for it- and so do I. So do Salaras and Maelus. .. So did Eldwin.” His voice fell- the loss of his oldest son, his firstborn, was still hard. He cleared his throat and continued.

“And I am proud that I raised you- that your mother and I raised you- to have the compassion that you do. That you look around and see this world, and its people, for what they could be. But.. I worry you do not see them for what they are,” His brows creased together, leveling a stare at her.

“You think I’m being idealistic. Naive,” She surmised, but not bitterly.

“Yes. And while I will never tell you to stop looking for the good.. quite frankly, it terrifies me what you’re doing right now.”

“What- with the Outreach? You know about that?” It was hardly a secret, but her father had also kept himself largely shut away since Eldwin’s death. Many of her worst habits, including hiding away in her work during times of stress, she inherited from her father. But many of her best traits, too.

“Of course,” He laughed softly in response. “How could I not? The trips I take into the city are few and far between now, but I see your flyers up, and every so often I see a stranger wearing one of those armbands you’re so proud of,” He gestured to the one she kept on her arm at almost all times.

Altherei smiled a little. She was proud of them- the armbands, the flyers, the Outreach- and certainly the people in it, too. But Darsamane’s smile left as quickly as it’d come.

“But your openness with all this.. I wake up at night wondering if I’ll lose you next. If some rogue loyalist to the Warchief will see fit to take matters into their own hands and hurt you- or worse- just because you choose to try and make the world a better place.” He peered down into his tea, untouched still. Alth took an uncomfortable sip of her own. He continued.

“This world is cold and unforgiving, little one. It will take and take from you until you have nothing left. These factions are much the same. Our leaders care nothing for their people, only furthering their selfish goals. And while you may have found a small pocket of like-minded individuals..” He drew in a long breath, and let it out on a heavy sigh. “I fear there are far more who would sooner take you and your group out of the picture in the name of continued war.”

Altherei frowned. “That may be true, but I’m not afraid of the-”

“You -should- be.” Came his cold reply. Altherei was shocked into silence for a moment.

“Your desire to help, to make the world a better place.. I.. I couldn’t be prouder of it. Really, that’s the truth,” He was quick to begin, “But it is that same desire that landed Eldwin in an early grave, made his wife a widow, and his son fatherless.”

“It was the unethical orders of a power-hungry loyalist and a rigged trial-” She tried to argue.

“Semantics do not matter, Altherei!” He almost shouted, then quickly caught himself and lowered his voice. “I..” His voice caught in his throat, and he reached over to take her hands within his own.

“I cannot lose another child. I have lost two already. Please don’t make me lose my little girl.”

She looked into his eyes, and saw just how tired he was in that moment. They had all suffered loss, but to him.. to a parent, it was different. He lost two of his own children, buried before their time. He’d lost the love of his life, buried her too. And when she considered it all from that lens.. were she a parent, she’d be terrified too. To know that she was almost quite literally staring war in the face and refusing to fight back.. of course it would terrify him. Were her mother still alive it would terrify her too. She had a feeling of what her father might ask of her, and her ears fell back.

“.. I.. I’m sorry, Ann’da. But I can’t abandon this work. I know it’s dangerous, but.. but I have good people around me. People who care about this work, and protecting those of us who chase it.”

“Then let someone else chase it, my daughter- please. Why does it have to be you?”

“.. Because if not me, then who else? You always taught me that I should never wait for someone else to take up the mantle when I could do it myself. That it was every person’s responsibility to stand up against injustice when they face it.”

“Yes, but that was before our Warchief took up the mantle of the future Lich King!” His voice rose, and it was clear he held as much rage and disdain for Sylvanas as she did- perhaps more.

“She had no issues taking a torch to a World Tree- no issues bombing- BLIGHTING- her own city and soldiers to prevent its loss. She may’ve once been a great leader for us but she abandoned our people long ago to serve the dead! Do you think she’ll have any qualms squashing the Outreach? Do you think her loyalists would bat an eye before calling your actions treasonous and leaving you to hang?!”

Startled, Altherei stared at her father with wide eyes. Seeming to understand he crossed a line, Darsamane dipped his head, and the fire that had overtaken his words fizzled underneath the weight of his worry. It all came from a place of love.. she knew that.

“Please.. please, Altherei. Let someone else take this burden. It doesn’t have to be you.” His voice was quiet, pleading as she knelt before him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He knew her mind was made up- perhaps it was why he was so desperate not to let go of her.

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Ann’da- really, I am. But.. if I do nothing.. I could never forgive myself. I have to do this. I’m sorry.” She stood then, and having nothing else to say, dipped her head once and threw her cloak around her shoulders. After she left, Darsamane could only hold his head in his hands. Gone were the days of easy troubles- tending scraped knees and soothing childish nightmares. Now the problems his family faced were intimately, frighteningly real. He couldn’t lose his daughter- but how could he protect her? He was no spellblade, no ranger.. just an old man of science. Surely he’d think of something.

As Altherei departed, her heart was heavy. She understood that her father’s concern, and even his anger, came from his love and his grief. A parent should never have to bury their child, after all- and he’d buried two. In a way, it was selfish to continue the Outreach’s work. But what was more selfish- continuing to aid others despite the grief it brought those closest to her.. or refusing to help the many to bring peace of mind to the few? It was a cold equation, yet simple. If she died for the cause of peace, then so be it. But at least she would have died as she lived- for something.

She continued down the path that lead to Tranquillien to catch the flight master, on her way to handle more work at the ruins of what would soon be Haven. But neither she nor her father had been aware of the two yellow eyes that had been watching their conversation from a distant hill, peering through the windows of his estate. A guttural growl came from a sneer as the eyes disappeared into the shadows.

[letaliabane]

A Love Cut Short

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Reader - ft. Thor, Captain America, Hawk Eye

GENRE: Angst/Fluff

REQUEST: Loki visits Midgard often and the Avengers stalk him to find out why. The reason is because he is visiting someone, his lover who is the reader. And the reader is dying from a terminal illness. - My second request because you said so. End it how you want, just make everyone cry in despair. Yes I am evil >:)

A/N: @mutemessmonster you sweet bastard, I hate you. This one is for you, and I hope you bawl. To everyone else, please enjoy this piece of sweet Loki. Might do a Pt.2, not sure.

Loki stared absentmindedly outside the window of the quinjet, the dark clouds and mist rolling past as the rain hammered against them like bullets, almost like those that he had deflected in the battles that had just past. He didn’t even jump at the crack of thunder and blinding glare of lightening that pierced through the thick glass of window.  

Speaking of thunder, the God of the element himself watched from his spot beside Steve and Hawkeye, an expression of worry strong within his features. 

The mighty God of Thunder had noticed over the past number of weeks that his adopted brother’s mischievous demeanour had dimmed as each day passed.

His crazy mechanical laughter softened, that large toothy smile became smaller, and his eyes lost its usual spark. But most importantly, he was disappearing from the Avengers tower for long periods of time between missions when they had days off.

Tonight was no exception.

A small dispatch of the Avengers had been sent off to put down a small but complicated Hydra base that had been playing up and putting the town of civilians near its location in grave danger due to a virus they had let loose.

With the job done and dusted, they had just returned from the two week long mission, the quinjet landing in the docking area without an issue. And before the latch had touched the ground, Loki was out of the cockpit, making his way down the airstrip at a very strict pace with his bag slung over his shoulder.

‘Loki!’ 

Thor hurried off behind him, leaving the other Avengers confused, turning back to clearing the airship. Loki only halted in his stride when Thor had placed a firm hand to his shoulder, turning him to face him, ‘Loki is everything all right?’

His younger brother frowned at this. ‘What on Earth do you mean?’

‘I mean you have been distant, almost as if you’ve separated yourself from the rest of us! The past few moths have been filled with with your silences of dread and silent pain and not that crazy laughter that-at times puts most of us on edge! Tell me what is troubling you?’

‘You forgot! Half brother, remember?’

‘Loki this is no time for games.’ The God’s chuckles died down, coughing lightly, Thor noticing instantly. It was almost as if he was trying to forcefully get the words out. 

Before a question could arise, Loki grabbed Thor’s shoulder, gripping it firmly, ‘Well trust me, I’m perfectly fine! Right as rain! Now if you don’t mind, I have some important business to attend to.’

And with that, Loki was continuing his way down the air strip, Thor mumbling under his breath as he watched, ‘Business which I would like to know about myself.’

Thor found himself in a huff as he sat at the kitchen Isle, continuously sighing. All the while Clint and Steve looked at the God numerous times as they prepared a meal for the three of the. 

Finally when he had sighed for the tenth time, Clint turned with a very irritated groan, ‘Man! What is up with you?’ 

Thor turned to him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, ‘What do you mean arrow man?’ 

‘He means that you’ve been in a grumpy mood since Loki left the Tower! What’s going on Thor?’ Steve said, finally sitting down beside the God. 

‘I don’t want you mere mortals weighed down with my problems let alone yours-’

‘But thats what friends are for Thor! Were here for you!’ Clint exclaimed, serving up the pasta into three different bowls for the trio. ‘Come on just spit it out! Were not going to be young forever you know? Well, one of us isn’t.’

Steve chuckled at this, a smile even wavering upon Thor’s lips before he sighed once more, finally turning to face the two men. ‘Loki hasn’t been himself for the past few weeks. He’s been distant, and most importantly distracted during battle. Whatever it is that’s bothering him must be important.’

‘Have you asked him?’ 

‘Why of course. I’ve told him many a time that it is not shameful to talk about his problems, that it takes a man to have the courage to do so! Especially this one secret that he insists on hiding from me.’

Clint raised his eyebrow at this. ‘Have you actually said that to him?

‘I’ve said it in my head ...’ 

Steve sighed as Thor grumbled beneath his breath, turning to his friend, ‘Maybe next time you should follow him, see where he’s going. If he’s not putting himself or anyone else in danger then maybe lay off a bit. If it continues to distract him, then maybe investigate a bit more.’

‘Your right brother Steve, I must find out what this secret! And if it is affecting him to do stupid dumb things then with the power of Odin-’

‘Which is why I will becoming with you! We really don’t need the power of Odin, no matter the situation.’The Captain cut him off, the archer holding back a scoff at the dumbfounded expression Thor wore. 

A few weeks later after a mission, Thor and Steve in their best civilian clothes, following Loki who had once escaped the confines of the Avengers Tower, and surprisingly, he wore a smile as he roamed the streets. 

Especially when he came to stop at a flower stall, the elderly woman giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek before handing him an already made up bunch of flowers. 

Steve and Thor watched carefully as Loki disappeared around the corner of the library after the paying the woman before going over to her. Steve smiled down at the woman who greeted them, ‘Hello my dears! What can I do for two strapping young lads as yourselves?’

‘Well we actually wanted to ask you a question madam ...’ Thor said tentatively, the woman raising her eyebrow in surprise at this.

‘And what would that be?’

‘The man who was just here, he is a God of Asgard, particularly-’

‘My friend’s brother right here! Sorry you have to forgive him he starts giving people weird names when he gets stressed out!’ Steve interjected quickly, placing an arm around Thor’s shoulders quickly with a smile. 

He didn’t want a rumour that the God of Mischief had returned, and even falsely accuse him of "creating havoc on New York" again. 

‘We were wondering you if perhaps could tell us if you knew who he was taking those bunch of flowers to? Were just really worried about him at the moment!’

The woman thought for a moment, looking between the two men before pulling Steve down to her height, ‘I don’t know who he visits but I’ve occasionally seen him go to the hospital just a few blocks from here. He always visiting everyday, it must be someone special if he goes on a daily basis.’

Thor and Steve looked between each other at this. Why would Loki visit the hospital? And most importantly, who?

‘Loki you seriously don’t need to always bring me flowers every time you visit me,’ I said to my lover who lowered the beautiful bouquet of baby blue roses and baby breaths to me as I sat on the hospital bed, the smell divine and enticing my senses, my reaction to the blooming flowers contradicting my very words. 

The God couldn’t help but smile at my reaction, pushing back the little hair I had left that fell before my eyes, ‘How could I not when it always makes you smile my love.’ 

I hummed in response, smiling once more as he kissed my forehead, moving away to replace the dying flowers in the vase upon my side table with the new ones. 

‘How was the chemotherapy today my love?’

‘Disgusting ... And yet relieving, as much as I hate it, I feel a little better today,’ I said as I lowered myself against the wall of pillows the nurses had created upon my bed, sighing in content as I leant into the soft material. 

Loki placed himself carefully at my side, taking my hand into his ever so gently, as if I would crumble if he applied anymore pressure. 

‘I know you hate when I say this, but I wish there was something more I could do for you my darling-’

‘We’ve spoken about this before Loki,’ I speak across him tiredly, turning to find a great sadness that I had begun to become accustomed to from him, seeing it more often than not, especially as the cancer in my body continued to weaken me.

‘You and the doctors have done everything you possibly could! But there is nothing anybody can do, not even the God that I believe in. One day we all must meet death, some earlier than others and unfortunately I’m just one of those people ...’

Loki scoffed at this but I turned his head to face me, forcing him to look me in the eye, ‘The greatest gift you have given me? Its the gift of your love! I never thought I would have anyone love me the way that you do. Even in all this sickness and ugliness you still seem to love me and understand me! And I couldn’t be more grateful!’

He smiled sadly at me, leaning into the touch of my hand, placing a kiss upon my cold palm, ‘I’m sorry I just-’

However he froze at this as I pointed behind him, forcing him to turn and his expression fall as he saw both his brother and Captain America looking into the ward.

‘What the hell are you two doing here?’ Loki hissed at the Captain and his brother when they were out of earshot of my room. 

‘We came to see where you were sneaking off to everyday! It has been affecting your way in combat and is putting not only the rest of us, but you in danger whenever were out on the field,’ Steve reasoned with him, trying to calm him down as he paced. Thor had said nothing, watching his brother carefully and with a calculated eye.

‘And you think that following me was the best course of action? Why Captain you are losing your touch-’

‘How long has this been going on for?’ Thor finally questioned. ‘Thats really none of your-’

‘How long Loki?!’

‘A year, maybe a bit longer.’

‘Steve if you don’t mind, I would like a word with my brother, alone,’ Thor murmered, leaning off the marble pillar to face Loki. He heard Steve sigh, muttering that he would be returning to the Tower before leaving. 

When he disappeared around the corner, his brother chuckling darkly, ‘You really are pathetic brother! Gaining the trust of your Avengers only to throw it away when you don’t need it anymore-’

‘Do not change the subject brother!’ 

Loki fell silent at Thor’s exclamation, the anger evident in his voice, now the one pacing at a fast speed. All the while shaking his head with an expression of what could only be described as disgust, ‘You are so foul! To stoop so low to play with the feelings of a dying mortal just for your amusement?’

‘What are you-’

‘Doesn’t destroying some of the cruelest creatures this universe has to offer indulge you enough or has that now become too boring for you? Are you really this sadistic?’

‘Brother!’ Loki tried to object, but Thor as too far gone as to hear the desperation in his brother’s voice.

‘Are you just using her for your own entertainment until your finished with her? Like the many girls you left in a long line on Asgard-’

‘I love her Thor! With all my heart I love her!’ Loki screamed, his voice echoing against the marble walls of the hospital, ‘Throughout my whole life it has been about competition and my place in life! I’ve lost-everything I’ve ever cared about and now I’m losing her too.’

Thor had fallen silent at his outburst, the suffering of his brother now evident in teh tears that streamed down his face, along with the anguish, the anger, the pain dripping from his voice. ‘I don’t care if you understand or not, but I won’t-I can’t let her leave this place without knowing how much I love her.’

His body shook as tears plummeted, unable to control his breathing. With that, Thor made his way over to his younger brother, and though he fought against him, he held Loki in his embrace. 

And soon enough, Loki went limp against him, finally allowing his emotions to be expressed after hiding it for months on end, unable to hold it back any longer.

I smiled when Loki entered teh room once more, this time accompanied by the man who had been peeking into my window just minutes prior. My expression fell at the sight of his red tinted eyes, but he shook his head, placing a gentle kiss to my lips, muttering, ‘I’m okay darling. There is someone I would like you to meet my brother, Thor.’

I turned to the incredibly tall man, giving him the best smile I could while reaching out to shake his hand, ‘It a pleasure to meet you.’

‘The pleasure is all mine Lady Y/N,’ Thor stooped down, placing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me giggle lightly. Loki smiled at the very sound. He knew that moments like this wouldn’t last forever, so until it was to time to say goodbye, he would treasure them however much he could.

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[becktwain]

It has Been quite sometime since Aquafina was found outside the Lord of Vampires home and Jasmine had awoken from her deep slumber, things had changed a lot aswell..

Aquafina Was now 8 Years old and totally in love with her father... Elyion had taken over his fathers old business of the towns history and of Course Jasmine Got a Job as a Photographer... 

Ely had grown quite accustom to just about anything parenting through at him minus a few feminine issues he sent Aquafina to Jasmine for those..

Aquafina tried to be as normal as she could but never really could the children at school made quite a Fuss about her father and it made her so upset so when she came home from school one day she ran up to her room through her backpack across the room.. She didnt mean to throw it so hard but it crashed into the wall and left a bit of a dent... Ely had ran upstairs due to the noise and found Aquafina crying in the corner of her room... He picked her up and rocked her gently antell she fell asleep, he laid her down and tucked her into her bed then headed downstairs to have a little chat with his cousin..

“What was that sound?”Jasmine asked as Ely sat down..

“It was Aquafina, She through her backpack through the wall.”Ely said as if it was nothing.

“Wait she what?!?” Jasmine screeched..

Jasmine thought for a few minutes before getting up and rushing down the hall to the bookcase she fumbled through the books and found a very old book she blew on the cover.. Dust flew everywhere making Ely sneeze...”What is that?”Ely asked while rubbing his hands on his pants.. “its something mother gave me when i was younger.. After i got sick for the first time”Jasmine said flipping through page after page Antell she stopped at a page with a picture on it.. The picture was of a women Crying at a grave... Ely didnt unsterstand and shrugged it off heading down to the basement to get some sleep.. But Jasmine seemed to study the image as if it had a secret meaning all its own..

Aquafina’s odd Strength at times was not her only issue.. She often felt hot to the touch as if she was on fire.. and she saw horrible images of people she didnt even know going through things that no child should ever have to witness.. She kept these things to herself not wanting to worry her father or Aunt... She would also seem like she was in a trance but in her mind she was far away seeing through anothers eyes.. This scared her most of all for once she saw a young girl walk off of a high rise building she had woke up screaming... But when her Father had come running she simply told him it was a dream and left it at that...

The next day Jasmine headed to the old Graveyard most of her family was buried while Ely Took Aquafina to her doctors appointment...

Ely and Aquafina wore showed into a room by a nurse and waited for the doctor... Ely’s mouth fell open and a bit of anger rose up inside him as Mark walked into the room.. He had a doctors badge on but it didnt convince Ely..

“Mark!! what the hell are you doing here??”Ely Yelled making Aquafina jump..

“well.. it is good to see you to Cousin.. i went through medical school and now i work here”Mark said simply as he smiled flashing his pearly fangs at Aquafina..

Ely cringed but nodded letting Mark look Aquafina over but his stomach churned as horrible memories flashed to the surface.. 

“Now lay back young one”Mark said tapping the bed.. Aquafina did as she was told and looked back and forth between her father and this dark natured man..

“Daddy.. Do you know this man?”Aquafina asked Ely with a little concern in her eyes She could practically feel the tension in the room..

“Sadly yes my dear.. This is your Daddy’s Cousin Mark”Ely said through gritted teeth..Aquafina frown as Mark touched her forhead feeling the head rising off her skin..

“my Goodness you are running a very high tempt young lady.. and umm Ely, i didnt know you had any kids”Mark said again grinning up at Ely..

“ya.. well im gonna go get some air.. Dont try anything or ill rip you a new one”Ely said as he left the room.. Aquafina felt a little uncomfortable being left alone with a man her father obviously hated but she didnt feel well...

Mark sat Aquafina up because he noticed her nose was bleeding.. 

“oh dear”Mark Quickly grabbed a tissue and held it out to Aquafina Who took it and held it to her nose..”Your in pain.. Arent you child?”Mark asked..

Aquafina tried to hold back the tears bit they slipped past her defence and sizzled down her cheeks..”i am sorry”She said as she wipped at them..

“Now now dont be sorry... my name is Mark”He smiled flashing fangs once more he was very proud of his fangs..

“Aquafina”she said sniffling..”Why does daddy hate you?”She asked carefully.

Mark Sighed heavily Aquafina could Practically feel his sorrow, he was very sorry for something and felt very strongly against his own nature..” along time ago i lost someone very close to me... And i didnt handle it in the best way, infact i killed a lot of innocent people.. Your daddy stopped me and made me see reason.. thats why im here now, if i help those in need instead of hurt them perhaps i can make up for my mistakes” Mark said as a lonely tear ran down his cheek he quickly brushed it away.. Aquafina smiled at this man who hated even himself... “im sure Daddy will Forgive you..Uncle Mark”Aquafina said..

Mark helped Aqaufina off the bed and they headed out to the waiting room where Ely was waiting.. Aquafina sat down at the doll house to play while Mark pulled Ely aside to talk..

“cousin.. I dont know whats wrong with your little girl but it is serious.. its like her body is rejecting something”Mark said worried.

“wait.. are you telling me she is going to die?”Ely asked Dreading the answer.

“i..i Cant answer that”Mark said lowering his head.. Ely Turned around to see his Little girl playing dolls... “Dont tell her..Mark please”Ely said looking back at his cousin with tears welling up in his eyes.. “I promise.. Cousin”Mark lowered his head and headed back to his office...

A Dark figure peeked around the corner of the hospital waiting room.. Watching the sad scene...

“Are you sure your son can handle this, Vlad”Malcolm asked while fazing through the wall making Vlad jump swirl around...

“Malcolm!! you cant keep doing that!! your gonna give me a heart attack!”Vlad hollered as he held his heart...

“You need a heart first good friend”Malcolm Chuckled while grabbing Vlad’s Arm pulling him closer..”Elyion must take great care with that child.. you know how important she is to us”Malcolm stated looking quite serious..

“i understand... i have faith in my son”Vlad said hoping he sounded convincing for deep down he worried for his sons sanity... Elyion never took Loss very well and Gina had Coddled him a bit to much for his liking, but he believed in him...he could do this.. he hoped.