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The Secret That Never Got Told - Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Erik/Magneto x daughter reader

Peter Maximoff x sister reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,065

Summary: the x-men meet a new mutant and Erik gets a surprise. Reader is Peters twin sister and he never got to tell her a big secret containing there DNA

Authors Note: i hate that i killed peter off, and charles and erik are youngish in this and everyone else is an adult.

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“Where are we? What is this place?” I asked Logan as we entered a gate to a fancy looking mansion

“Its a school for mutants.” he replied driving through

“Ok, why are we here then” I questioned

“We are here because I got a call from a friend and I thought I’d bring you along.” he answered before turning his head to look at me with a sly smirk on his lips.

“Ah how sweet” I said in a tone that probably annoyed him.

Once Logan parked we both got out of the car. We went inside the building and I have never seen so many mutants all in one place before. I moved my sunglasses to the top of my head.

“Logan, long time” some redheaded women said walking up to Logan

“Yeah long time” Logan said with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips

“Scott” he nodded to the guy who came up next to the lady with red hair, and put an arm around her waist.

“Logan” the man replied

“Logan, who’s this?” the women who I guess names Jean asked nodding over to me

“This is y/n.” he said nodding over to me at his side “she's a mutant. . . Anyway we’re here to see the Professor he wanted to see me.”

They lead us to what I assume is this Professor guys office. Once in there they shut the door behind us. There were a couple of other people in the room.

“Ah Logan, glad you could make it.” a man in a wheelchair said coming out from behind his desk. I’m guessing this is the Professor

“What's he doing here?” Logan pointed at the man standing next to the Professor

“Erik is here because we have a problem that might require his help.” the Professor replied. Erik as in Magneto. My brother use to say something about him.

“No need to worry Logan” a lady with short white hair said, I believe her name is Storm. Logan described her once.

“And who’s your friend?” Magneto spoke gesturing to me.

“y/n” I said looking between the two older men

“y/n what?” the Professor asks

“Not important” I replied. At my answer everyone looked intrigued.

 Except Scott he just rolled his eyes probably thinking ‘great a mini Logan’.

“Logan said your a mutation?” Jean asked more liked a statement

“Yeah” I confirmed

“So what can you do?” the Professor asked leaning back in his chair a little.

‘You can read minds, I figure you already know’ I thought knowing since I directed it towards him he would hear it.

“I would rather not have to go into your head to find out.” replied out loud. I bit my lip smiling of course.

“Go on bub, show ‘em.” Logan said putting his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it a little for reassurance.

“I have more than one mutation. I have 3 to be exact.” I told them taking a breath before saying the last part. I nodded to Logan and he removed his hand. As me and Logan headed outside by the lake.Everyone that was in the room was now outside.

“One of them is elemental” I said before making the water move around us “water” once the water was put back I moved on to the next. 

I pulled my right forearm up and as I put it back down fast and it turned into “Ice”. Then I did the same with my left arm and “Fire”.I flicked both really fast and my arms were back to normal.

“I could also mess with earth but I think you have enough trees” I said to the Professor smirking as he chuckled

“My second Isn’t one you can exactly show like the last one.” I took  a deep breath “Logan, wanna help?”

“You know, I don’t like this” he said walking over to me. We turned so they could see

“I know” I said giving him a reassuring look.With that Logan took his claws out and plunged them into my gut. 

Once he took them out. I turned to look out at them. They all looked shocked at what I had Logan do but that went away when they saw me heal.

“I can heal like Logan. I also age really slowly. After I turned 18 I started to age very slowly, before that I aged normal.”Looking around I could tell they were processing it.

“Wait, sweetheart you said you had 3. What's the third?” Storm asked 

I looked at Logan, he knew instantly why. I haven’t felt comfortable just showing people my third power. Its the same one my twin brother had.I opened and closed my mouth a couple times.

”I don't feel comfortable showing it to just anybody.”

“Why's that?” Erik asked tilting his head to the side a little

“My twin brother. He-uh he had the same power. After he died in a battle, the only battle that I didn't follow him into, and he-uh-he . . . died. Ever since then I don't really like showing it off. I use it when needed and I use it for what him and I use to do. Not all of it legal. But I don’t use it just to use it anymore.” I told them. Wrapping my arms around myself.

Storm walked over to me. She has a soft smile on her face.“You don’t have to hide here. You can be yourself. We won’t judge you, and you don’t have to do anything your not comfortable with. But we would like to see all of what you can do. Also see what you share with your brother. Who you obviously cared a lot about.” Storm said in a soft tone of voice. Rubbing my shoulders. 

No one had been like this towards me in ages. To be honest I really missed it and I was really liking it to.Out of the corner of my eye I could see Logan give her a thankful look. He knew that I had a hard time without my brother, and seeing how what Storm said helped me and how she acted towards me made me relax. It made him think that maybe they should stay awhile.

“Ok” I nodded I looked over towards the mansion at a balcony.

“You might want to let go” Logan said gesturing to Storms hands that were still on my shoulders.

Once she did I smiled at all of them before tilting my head before putting on my sunglasses with that I was off. Less than a second later I was on the balcony. Leaning against the railing.

They were looking around for me. Logan pointed to the house. Once they looked over I waved before smirking.

After that I went back over to them. All there heads turned really fast when they noticed I was once again in front of them.

“My brother, uh most of you knew him I think. You’ve actually met me before to.”

“y/n. As in y/n Maximoff.” Professor stated but it came out sounding like a question.

“Yep” I said popping the ‘p’

“You haven’t aged much. I guess it is really slow.” he chuckled

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We decided to stay at the mansion for awhile.After dinner I headed off with Storm since she was the one that volunteered to show me my room I’ll be staying in for awhile.At dinner it was a little strange a couple people were being off.

Storm was asking me about my family.

The Professor looked like he was deep in thought.

And Erik a.k.a Magneto looked like he was thinking to.

After dinner was over Logan said goodnight to me and him, Charles and Erik headed to Charles’ office.

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3rd P.O.V

“Peter an Y/n are twins?” Erik questioned as they walked into the room.

“Yeah” Logan said with a sigh

“Meaning your her dad Erik.” Charles said to Erik

“Yeah . . . Peter never told me I was his father, but I had my suspicions.” Magneto said sitting down in a chair that is next to Charles and facing Logan.

“You should talk to her” Charles purposed

“I don’t think that's a good idea.” Logan spoke up

“Why’s that?” Charles asked Logan leaning forward

“I don’t think she knows. Or that he ever told her.”

“Why do you think that, Logan?”

“We’ve been traveling together for years now and she's never said anything to hint it. As far as she’s said, she thinks she has no blood family alive.” Logan explained

“Then what do we do?” Charles asked looking between the two men

“Maybe you should just tell her. Rip off the band-aid and hope she reacts well.” Logan replied after some long silence . He does know y/n and its how he would do it.

“You think that’s the best way?” Erik asks wolverine

“I do - but catch her in a happy calm mood, tomorrow.” Logan advised before heading out to go to bed.

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 It is the next day and y/n was sitting on a bench next to her the water moving around.

“Good luck bub” Logan said to Erik before heading inside to help Storm and Scott. 

Erik headed over to y/n.

“Can I sit?” Erik asked y/n pointing at the bench

“Yeah” she replied scooting over to make room for him on the bench since she was sitting in the middle of the bench.

“You are very gifted y/n.” he said after some moments of silence.

“Is this the part where you tell me I should honor my gifts and use them more?” y/n asked but said in a joking tone.

“No, you should but no that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.” he answered

“Then what did you want to talk about?” she asked this time curiously

“Your brother. Did he ever tell you about me?” he asked her trying to figure out if she might already know.

She shook her head “No. Why?”

“Your brother found out from your mother after he broke me out of the pentagon. She told him that it was his decision weather or when he wanted to tell you or not. He never got the chance to and I’m sorry that he didn’t get to be the one to tell you-”

“Tell me what?” y/n asked. She was getting a little scared. Why we he talking about her brother and mom? Was this the thing that her brother tried to tell her many times?

“Logan said that you think you don’t have any blood family alive left.” he stated

“Yeah” she nodded stretching the word out

“You do, have blood family left. . . I’m your father sweetheart.” Erik told her. He could see her connecting the dots in her head. 

Her brother’s weird behavior towards anything about the famous Magneto.

“I think he tried to tell me before. Many times actually.” She said chuckling

“Are you ok? Knowing this, is it ok?” he asked hopping the answer is yes.

“Its weird. I thought I was alone. I thought I would never get to know what Peter wanted to tell me.”  y/n told him, looking him in the eyes

“So what do you want to do with this new found information?” Erik asked. He wanted a relationship with his daughter, one he didn’t get to have with Nina or Peter. But if she wasn’t comfortable with it then he would try his hardest to respect her wishes.

“Maybe stick around for awhile. Get to know you. You get to know me. Bond. If thats ok?” she asked looking nervously at him. Like he was gonna say no to all she just asked.

“I would want nothing less. Maybe more in the future. But right now I would love it if you just stuck around and we get to know each other.” he stated before pulling her close, into a hug.

Hopefully this is the start of what could become a great father daughter relationship. Both Erik and y/n wanted that more than anything.Logan had feeling that they would be staying longer than a few days. And Charles looked out the window he was happy that Erik might finally get to have his own family and someone to love and protect.

Hey could you maybe do a sleeping headcannon with Magneto?

Yup!

Erik has trouble falling asleep. For a long time, he'd be plagued with flashbacks of his past or nightmares about losing the ones he loves. At most, he's been used to getting four hours max of sleep per night. The first time you both slept together, you found it strange how he just lays flat on his back with his arms at his sides like a psychopath.

But when you joined him more frequently, you made him talk more about his nightmares and. . .he couldn't believe it. Slowly but surely, he'd start getting seven hours of sleep. He HATES sleeping alone, so he'll often drag you to bed with him, and your position is in place. He lies on his back, one arm around you and your head on his chest. It's typical but it brings him peace and quiet. And he's always up before you, bringing you breakfast and re-filling your water before awaking you with a forehead kiss.

logan x reader core

Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

The Tragedy of What Was (pt. 1)

Summary: The world was not kind. Not to you, your brother Erik, or many other mutants. So why did you have to be kind to Sebastian Shaw? A decades long mission, spearheaded by Erik was interrupted by the encounter with one Charles Xavier. You had always flirted with the idea of a changed world, not in Erik's image, but one of human - mutant peace. The battle of philosophy and morals is the only one more stifling than the one between the two battling groups. Who will come on top, be left behind, and survive? (yall i am not good at summaries pls just gimme a chance)!

A/N: uhm yeah. so this is my brainchild, enjoy:) also quick warning: VERY descriptive details about death and the Holocaust so please be prepared if you choose to read!

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The footsteps were as soft as the traipsing water droplets from the fountain. An array of hues transformed into more and more mesmerizing shades in the sky above. Trees of the purest emerald coloring adorned the edges of the scene. And in the middle of the ethereal splendor stood Charles Xavier. The youthful, handsome, and charming man was wholly swallowed with transfixion.

Back turned to him and facing the serene flowing fountain, you found peace. Your hair was styled just how Charles remembered it when you first met him. Chaos somehow peacing itself into an enhancement of your beauty. His feet carried his unbelieving being right beside you. The place he swore to always remain.

Your eyes were closed but Charles always knew you never needed vision to feel his presence. Neither him for you. Never because of your mutations but rather the wonder of your hearts’ senses. Somehow, the butterflies in the pit of your stomachs always could sense out the others matching pair.

“This is cruel, Raven.”

He practically spit it out, voice still dumbfounded by your appearance. Your face has danced behind his eyes everyday of his life since your first encounter but in all that time, never has your image felt so real. Your eyes remained closed as a soft smile formed on your lips. The same one a mother would dawn as she gently corrected her child.

“Oh Charles, we both know Raven has been dead for years.”

As soon as you uttered those words, Charles felt the tingling sensation in his legs overgrow his nerves. His knees buckled and he was ready to feel the nothingness of his lower body once more except the feeling went away with the breeze. Whatever this was, Charles wished to escape as soon as possible.

“What are you?”

The smile framing your lips dropped in an instant. “You always said you saw me beyond a label. Beyond my powers.”

Your voice started out firm but was grappled with hurt as it cracked at the end. As powerful a telepath he was, Charles was well aware that his mind was being puppeteered. Yet the question of who was powerful enough to even enter the mind of Professor X stumped him.

“What is it that you wish? What information do you need so badly that vile deception is used?”

The mind was never a stable place as he well knew and that was Charles' explanation for your sudden chorus of bubbly giggles. Your smooth hands rubbed down your face as you attempted to stop your laughter. After a long winded session, you let out an amused breath that warned Charles that whatever was to be said next was not going to be pleasant.

“My schatz. You were always the mastermind of deception.”

He wanted to protest but his vocal cords failed him. Silence was his only choice as you began circling the mid-sized fountain.

“A man of your power, you could have built the world in your image by force. Yet, you made us all build it for you through your sweet words.”

Charles had a feeling of where this was going and that tingling began crawling up his veins. You continued on, nearing the opposite side of the water.

“Charles Xavier: judge, jury, but damn the world if he was seen as executioner. No, you are a mere guiding voice,”

The setting sun illuminated your dark figure behind the asserting height of the spouting water. He saw your features sparkle even in their shadowed form.

“A voice that dictated all. Who was Saint. Who was innocent. Who was worthy.”

With each word, your voice became more and more intense. A friction and malice he had nearly forgotten you were capable of. It was that last accusation that brought Charles down. Heart, head, and legs. He crumpled to the floor as numbness silenced any nerve communication. He tried to call out from pain. For you. But the strangle of his voice only righted around his neck as a weight began overtaking his lungs.

You finally rounded the circular fountain back to Charles as he laid on the floor, twisting this way and that and an arm outstretched to you. His finger framed your face from his lower point of view as they slightly curled. They danced across the very picture of perfection in Charles' eyes. But it was your own that caused the warning bells to screech to the man.

Clean,pristine eyes met his own electric blue orbs. The clarity of your sclera juxtaposed the haze of Charles' sense of reality. You crouched to meet his level and bent your neck to the side in confusion at his horror.

“Schatz, what's wrong? Aren't I pretty this way?”

You traced your fingernails lightly across his dashing face, upwards from the cheeks and into his luscious hair. He tried to jerk away but he was held in place by an invisible force, panting as a shiver of unease rippled through him.

“You know I always thought you the most beautiful.”

Your mouth dipped into a pondering frown as you mockingly assessed the man in front of you.

“Even with all my blood?”

Charles expected your eyes to transform to their original state, the ones he never got enough of. The captivating mosaic he memorized and treasured twice as hard for when you tried to hide them away in shame from him. Instead, he was met with the appearance of yours he has tried to erase so desperately but only ended up with a more obliterated consciousness.

Slow drops of blood slithered downwards from your mouth as if mocking Charles's now matching tears. Your smooth arms transformed into a canvas of cuts and bruises as they stretched unnaturally behind you. Finally, your once pristine clothing became an ocean of crimson copper blood. In every direction, a masterpiece of Charles's worst tragedy was painted through the rouge substance.

A puddle of blood formed beneath your misfigured being but not a single drop landed on Charles. Everytime a thin river of deep red snaked its way to his legs, a sprinkle of the crystal fountain water eliminated the warm liquid.

“Here I am Charles, in all my beauty, isn't that right?”

“Y/N-”

“Or am I not worthy of it anymore? A poor excuse of whatever lowly being I am hunted as?”

The brown haired man could only speak in wheezes at this point. He would use every last breath to stop your train of thought and conviction on his perspective of you.

“You were the most worthy of us all! Better than the best of us! You were the unimaginable.”

Your breath shallowed like his but Charles's was from force. Yours was from drainage. Even in your positioning, back arched, arms stretched behind you, and neck bent upwards, your eyes filtered to the shade of blue that quickly became your favorite.

“Was I so unimaginable that you refused my reality?”

There it was. As if a dam broke, all your blood began drowning Charles. The sick joke of it all was that the harsh force pounding down on his lungs freed him the second he began inhaling nothing but copper. Just to satisfy all possible suffering.

“It felt like this. Slow. Suffocating. I know you are trying to call out to me but your powers are failing you,”

You whispered in a contrastingly soothing manner. “They are failing you like they failed me. I called for you and made yourself deaf.”

And in went the blood into his ears. Charles could feel it flow its way through the complex tunnels and deafen the mumbles of your voice. In every possible part of his body, Charles was drowned in the inside and outside in your blood. The natural reaction to close one's eyes was stripped from him as his once vibrant blues were forced to be wide open to be covered in layers of the sticky substance.

Death was surely knocking on his door. That the differing voices from your own must have been what laid ahead for Charles. Odd that they, even with the disillusion of the blood, sounded oddly familiar.

You, realizing this, let out a sly smirk, even as you were thrashing in pain and letting out your last gasps of air.

“It seems like our time has ended once more, Professor.”

With one final breath, you smile upwards.

“Send him my love.”

The violent jerk of the Professor brought even further alarm to Storm and Logan who have been trying to bring him back for the past few minutes from whatever trance he entered. Storm checked his pulse and head for any fever while Logan stood to the side in confusion and buried worry for his long time mentor.

“Something going on, Charles?”

Logan's gruff voice was perfectly audible for the elder man who clenched to his wheelchair to the point his already pale knuckles were the shade of snow. However, Charles completely ignored him as his wrinkled eyes focused on the person right in front of him. Your murderer.

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1944

The screams were never ending. Of birth, death, and what surrounded all, pain. Maybe it was because of the tight packaging of the cattle cart that made it feel like the screams were louder than they were. They had no space to travel so they just ricocheted off the tens of bodies crushing the others in your end of the cattle transportation. 

The echo off of the dirty and malnourished folks gave the screams an echoed chorus to the sound of birth. A fragile woman with pretty features was splayed across the dirty floor, legs covered with men's jackets and women's shawls. While the clothing covered her decency, nothing could be done for her dignity as she was surrounded by cattle manure. There was nowhere else in the cart that had the less than necessary space the manure covered section provided. From what you've gathered of the man holding her hand throughout, her name is Lotte and beside her was her brother, Heinrich. Lotte's husband has been missing for the past six months. 

You have been trying to tell time through the crack between the two rusty sliding doors of the cart. It has been light thrice and dark twice. Everytime the curtain of darkness is overtaken by sunlight, the small glimpse of the outside world becomes increasingly muddled. Green trees became ashy corpses. Sapphire skies transforming into a sickeningly gray. 

In your time on this unknown journey, you had rarely uttered a word. You were only six years of age yet you had known that your existence was a question of debated worth so asking any of your own would only bring misery. You never asked why all three of your cardigans had a yellow star of David patched on. All that was known to you is that it was required, as your mother fearfully related to you everytime you complained why you had to dawn it but none of the other girls you saw did. Although, none of them were in your school or neighborhood as that was yet another forced move. 

You found the forced adornment quite ugly. Especially with all the stains it dawned from your constant use of it as a napkin. Your youthful innocence summarized that if you were to be forced to wear the symbol that was to deem your value, it might as well be useful to you.

Chipped nails of yours picked at the fray threads from the patch as you shuddered away from yet another round of the birthing woman's screams. You buried your face into the neck of your older brother, who only wrapped his arms tighter around your small frame. It was his turn to carry you on his lap, a shift that was interchanged between him, your praying mother, and solemn father. 

“Push more, I see the head!”

There were a handful of other grime ridded women who were surrounding the pretty soon to be mother. None were nurses but their experience was enough: they were mothers. From your vantage point, you could see the pool of blood growing beneath the sheets of cover. It was making you nauseous but you couldn't tear your eyes away. 

“Final one!” The eldest of the women announced and you prayed for her to be right. You were unsure how much more screaming you could take. To you, it was the worst sound to be stifled in. With one final welp of excursion, a new voice replaced the now official mother. A prune like being covered in blood was somehow the cleanest in the entire filth infested cart. The rest of you were flea littered as the rats crawled over all the clouds in the overpacked area. 

You still held tightly onto your brother but turned to your now weeping mother. People cry tears of joy at a new baby, even if you've never personally seen it, but you didn't think you were seeing it then. In the past years, your mother's face was constantly strewn with tears, no matter how much you tried to cheer her up in your own childlike ways. So you knew how tears of misery looked like and they couldn't be stopped as the avalanches their way down her cheek. 

“Mama?” Your small confused voice broke her out of her trance on the small baby and his first moment with his mother. She reached out and petted your hair gently with a loving yet shaky smile. However, the moment could only last so long. 

In the moments after his sister had done the most tremendous feat of her life, Heinrich knew what had to be done. Lotte turned to him to ask him to utter the prayer to be said when the birth of a child but the prayer uttered was a very different one. Instead of the blessings of life, Heinrich uttered the words of death. Lotte's delicate eyes squinted in confusion and offense but were in an instant, horror. Heinrich ripped the wailing baby boy from his mother's comforting arms and grasped the handle of the large rusted door. He was peeling as much as he could with only one arm and fighting off the other men and women trying to stop him. 

Your mother threw her arms around the two of her children seated besides her, as if the man would do the same to you. The door's crack was opening more and more, letting in the now setting sun. It was the first time in what you can only assume days any sunlight had reached the cart's populace and looking around, it was clear to see. The ghastly paleness and bones peaking out beneath raggdy clothes. This was not the effect of capture in a cattle cart but rather years of imprisonment in open air prisons you were forced to call home. 

“Heinrich!” 

Lotte wailed as she tried to get up, but the weakness of labor tied her down to the disgusting floor. You would have thought Heinrich to commit his act ashamed. To not have the ability to look Lotte, or anyone, in the eyes anymore. Maybe even throw himself with the boy. Yet instead, he met Lottes hazed eyes with no remorse.

“What life do you believe he will live? This death is a mercy. Let him go without suffering or in the hands of those monsters! What kind of mother wishes suffering only second to Hell on her child?!”

And with that, the baby boy was gone. The healthy baby boy. No defects or injuries. Now in the wind to die.

You were wrong. Silence was the worst sound to be stifled in. 

Looking up, you met the horrified blue eyes of your brother. 

“Erik?”

His only response was to fully huddle you in his arms as if he could protect you from the truth. Protect you from your  inevitable fate.

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Surely, this was not Earth. Rain didn’t matter; your eyes could not comprehend the desolation weaving between the desolate crowds. They were not human. Not even ghosts could compare to the ghastliness of those who might very well have been your neighbors. Sunken eyes, protruding bones, and the heavy stench of fatality. Huddled between Erik and your mama, you were shoved forward into an impending fate. Your hands clung to Erik's pants as you tried to hide from the barking officers. The three of you—and your father, standing guard as much as he could behind—were shoved and pulled in every direction. There was never a moment of peace since stepping off the cart.

As you neared the macabre gate, you were ripped from safety. A crude giant of a man yanked you from your hiding spot, away from your family. The same fate seemed to befall Erik as the four of you were being ushered in three different directions.

“ERIK!”

Your voice pierced the grating metal, now beginning to be pulled toward the boy you called for. An odd force physically pierced the gate as well as the guard hauling you away. He dropped you from his lifted arms and began crouching, as if an invisible weight was crushing him to the puddled ground. You didn’t waste any time and ran toward where Erik was being dragged. The soldiers seemed to be pulled strangely forward toward the pointed gate as well. You focused on his outstretched arm, even as your vision blurred from tears and soon darkness. As you ran to your brother, other guards tried to grab you but struggled to reach you. Anyone who got close enough seemed to trudge through invisible layers, barely grazing you. However, one lanky boy, no older than 18, managed to tackle you to the ground, easing the odd pressure on the guards.

“Y/N!”

Erik had been solely focused on reaching Mama. It wasn’t until he saw your small body on the muddy ground, unconscious and being dragged away, that he realized you had been left completely alone to fight off the brutes. Metal fragments began chipping from the gate and helmets of the men holding him back. Although, whatever destruction was to happen was avoided as Erik was knocked unconscious, unaware of the Lehnsherr fate. A grim thought to anyone but the prowling man in his tower. 

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Time was lost to you as you wandered through the nice halls of the building. You had woken up in a room that barely passed as one. Beds and bodies as far as you could see. All dull, enhancing the dread of it all. As soon as you regained consciousness, the intimidating beings that somehow passed as men wrenched you away from wherever you had been sent. Time must have passed, as the rain had stopped. A cruel contrast to the gloom awaiting inside the brick building. Guards led you to a menacingly simple, deep-brown door. One sharp knock and you were tossed into the abyss, which turned out to be a tidy office. Your eyes met a pair hidden behind lowered glasses. He gave you a smile that provided no comfort. To your left stood Erik. Without hesitation, you ran to the brother you feared you might never see again. You were still lost in the world around you but knew one thing: you were not letting go. Latched around his hips, you quizzically eyed the smiling man. He took in the image of you two, his grin only growing.

“Understand this, Erik and Y/N—these Nazis, I'm not like them.”

The fact that he knew your names sent a shiver of discomfort down your aching spine. You stayed silent as he began unwrapping what seemed to be, of all things, a chocolate bar.

“Genes are the key, yes! But their goals? Blue eyes? Blond hair? Pathetic.”

Your eyes tracked his movements, not out of envy but out of unease. A man in this place was bitter, not sweet.

“Mmm! Eat the chocolate. It’s good.”

Still nameless, he pushed the bar closer to both of you, especially trying to coax you. Naturally, you wished for just a bite—as any six-year-old would—but Erik’s silence was enough to stifle that desire. You still did not know what had happened to your beloved parents, which sent a strange prickling sensation through your entire body. A mismatched sense of internal chemical stability. The man watched as you shivered, even in the moderately warm room.

“I want to see my mama.”

Erik broke the silence in his rather blunt way. You knew he was scared. He had been ever since your family was forced to evacuate the home generations of your family had been born in for a squalid apartment, ever since the Nazis decided the value—or lack thereof—of your people's lives.

“Genes are the key that unlocks the door to a new age.” It shouldn't have been surprising that he was ignored. The man in the chair was important, and what really mattered was that he was a Nazi affiliate. If there were any guards or officials in the room, they would have expected you both to show gratitude for the chance to speak with such a superior being.

“A new future for mankind. Evolution. You know what I'm talking about?” 

He continued but you could barely grasp the meaning of his words. You looked to Erik for any signal of how you should react but the only emotion painted on his pale face was apprehension. Your attention was drawn back to the mustached man as he laid down a coin. The loud and proud symbol of the Nazi regime gleaned beneath the light. A light that had emerged from the laboratory you just realized to your right. Two tables enclosed by white walls adorned with various knives, blades, and other instruments you could only gasp at their purpose. 

“It’s a simple thing I ask of you. A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate,” he said, turning to you. “Or the human body?”

He analyzed you, as you were a wild card in his eyes. The nameless man couldn’t interpret what you had accomplished, but that only exhilarated him further. With a simple gesture, Erik was instructed to go first. Concentration painted his face, and desperation motivated his hand. Stillness hung in the air.

“I tried, Herr Doktor. I can't... I don't... it's impossible.”

The doctor turned to you, prepared to ask you to try, but instead, he simply contemplated you. Thoughts spewed in his questionable mind before he took a deep breath.

“The one thing I can say for the Nazis is that their methods seem to produce results.”

His hands reached for a bell and rang it so casually before returning back to his luxurious leather seat, adjusting himself too comfortably. 

“I'm sorry.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and two guards entered. That prickling feeling returned more intensely this time, but it was alleviated by the sight of your mother's beautiful face.

“Mama!”

Both you and Erik sprinted into her comforting embrace. You tried all you could to forcefully connect yourself to her. Like a parasite; if she were to disconnect from you, survival was no longer in your future. 

“My darlings! How are you?”

Before any words could be uttered, she was ripped away. You clawed at the guard stopping you to get back to your personal safe haven. Your mama always knew what was best so her soft whispers to listen were the only reason you settled down. She would softly scold you in that way of hers that you did not listen to her once you got out of here anyways. You did not wish for mama's displeasure.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to count to three, and you’re going to move the coin.”

The doctor made sure to emphasize the task to the both of you, not just Erik. You saw your brother readying himself for the argument of his inability when the light caught yet another imposition of metal. A caliber gun.

“You don’t move the coin, I pull the trigger. Understand?”

Prickling began feeling like it was burning inside of you. Your mouth dried as panic began setting in. You looked over your shoulder and could see that mama would not be of help this time: terror painted her graying skin as corpsely white.

“One.”

The countdown began, and you had no choice but to mimic Erik’s outstretched hands. How were you supposed to move it? You needed Mama's help.

“Mama!”

You were bawling as trepidation clawed its way through your throat. Even staring down the barrel of death, mama kept her voice steady for the light of her lives. 

“You can do it.” Soft loving words of encouragement.

“Two.”

Time was moving too fast. Prickling to burn electricity. Yoru nerves were being set alight as you began screaming in fright. The coin wasn't moving. Why wasn't it moving? You look at Erik and he was nearly at the same level of breaking down as you but he needed to stay focused for the three of you. 

“MAMA!”

Your arms were sore, twitching with the stinging sensation flowing up and down. All you wanted was to hug your mother and let her sing you to sleep, like she always did.

“Everything is alright, darling. All is well.”

 No worry, just compassion. Just a mothers unbreaking love. 

“Three.”

It moved.

The bullet moved.

It hit its target.

The stinging stopped.

Tears that slipped off your lashes halted their freefall. Stinging was no longer your problem as an unbearable pressure coursed through your veins. In and around, pain hurled its way through every crevice of your tiny, malnourished body. Your eyes focused on the coin as even the vomit you were going to hurl paused its journey upwards. Something was happening to you so distracting that you could not realize the destruction Erik was raging around you. The guards' metal helmets began piercing their skulls, drawing out their brains. The bell was caved in. All the medical instruments in the laboratory next door began trembling. Though, you did not need ears nor eyes for that. You could feel it. The pull of gravity towards Erik. Gravity that made its way to your eyes. 

“Mama,” you whispered.

Sterling silver gleamed, the vision of the coin was coated in blood. Each of the miniscule blood vessels in your eyes began popping. 

Pop.

Pop.

Pop

It wasn’t prickling. It wasn’t burning. It wasn’t electricity. It was stabbing. Each cell in your eyes was being stabbed until only numbness remained. When you opened your eyes again after the pain, you could feel the blood unsticking from itself. The substance coated your iris. Your world was blinded by red.

“Outstanding!”

The sick man that was  the doctor, was not horrified but pleased. Proud.

“So we unlock your gift with anger, Erik.”

You could not see him well, but you felt his steps gaining on you.

“And you, darling, grief.”

With his hands on you and Erik’s shoulders, he laughed as he led you all toward the laboratory that would become your personal purgatory.

“You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”

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