#max eisenhardt x reader

[girlkisser13]

being married to erik lehnsherr would include

• erik is EXTREMELY protective of you. he uses his powers subtly to ensure your safety, like redirecting bullets or stopping potential threats without you even noticing.

• when you’re driving he will use his powers to move a car over if he thinks that they’re drifting into your lane.

• as his partner, you have a significant role in his plans and strategies. your insights and ideas are crucial, and he trusts you implicitly with major decisions.

• balancing erik’s often ruthless methods with your own moral compass can be challenging. you constantly strive to find a middle ground, helping him see different perspectives while understanding his deep-rooted convictions.

• erik loves to shares his vast experiences from different historical events, giving you a unique perspective on history and the evolution of mutant-human relations.

• being with erik means constantly learning and evolving. he encourages you to hone your skills, whether they’re related to your powers (if you have any) or other talents.

• despite his tough exterior, erik shows his softer side only to you. his love for you is profound and unwavering, and he cherishes every moment spent with you.

• you both enjoy challenging each other intellectually. debates are a common occurrence, and they often end in mutual respect and deeper understanding of each other's viewpoints.

• erik shows his love in small, meaningful ways, like always having your favorite tea ready or ensuring you have a warm blanket when you’re cold, using his powers to fetch things without you asking.

• you both share a strong commitment to the mutant cause. whether it’s through activism, helping mutants in need, or fighting against oppression, your relationship is a powerful force for change.

• despite the constant battles and responsibilities, erik always makes time for private getaways with you. these retreats are a chance to relax, reconnect, and enjoy each other’s company away from the chaos.

• HIM LETTING YOU WEAR HIS HELMET>>>

• the two of you often host gatherings for the mutant community, providing a space for mutants to connect, share their stories, and support each other. these events are filled with a sense of unity and purpose.

• trust is the cornerstone of your relationship. despite the challenges and dangers, you both have unwavering loyalty to each other, knowing that your bond is unbreakable.

• erik respects your independence and ensures that responsibilities are shared equally. whether it’s managing your home or leading missions, you both contribute and support each other’s strengths.

• if you have children, erik is a fiercely protective and loving parent. he’s dedicated to teaching them about their heritage, powers, and the importance of fighting for their rights.

• GIRL DAD MAGNETO>>>

• i mean come on, it’s basically canon that this man is a girl dad. look at the way he treats wanda and lorna compared to pietro.

• he occasionally shows off his abilities in small, romantic gestures, like creating intricate metal sculptures for you and arranging a metal flower bouquet that never wilts.

• your house is adorned with thousands of metal flowers he's crafted for you.

• he's also made countless pieces of jewelry for you as well.

• he made your wedding ring himself. <33

[magneticallyyours]

Waltzing with Erik Lehnsherr. That's it. That's the post.

[bluetooththereptile]

Jealousy

Max didn't know he'd be a jealous man after all those years of therapy and self control, not now that he had mellowed down and was with the X-men and not against them, but when he was staring at the chubby child in the murky picture, a cherubic face with a wide gummy smile and a two teeth to adorn the lower jaw, being held by a man on a porch, a man that wasn't him ate at Max like acid.

His child, that he had found out they existed just a few years ago, after he had opened his arms for new mutants to join the Brotherhood, someone else to call family besides Wanda and Lorna as his own, despite not looking at each other eye to eye he still had a claim over them, he was their father, they were his flesh and blood, but know and see the damned humans that raised his child as their own being cherished by his own legacy set his heart on fire.

Magneto wasn't a jealous man, and yet...

"Burn these pictures or I will" he was his child's family, his kingdom was their world and he'd keep them close, no matter what.

[im-a-wh0r3]

fuck it, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and write a fic about James Logan ‘Wolverine’ Howlett x reader. I intend to make this a long-ass series, lmk if you’d like that. I’m gonna do it anyway but would like to know if anyone would read it.

I haven’t written anything in like 4 years so it might start a little shitty so bear with me 🙏

Second Chance

Pairing: James Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!Magneto’s sister!Reader

friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers (not all in 1 chapter dw)

Warnings: Historical inaccuracy (I’m not a historian pls 😩), afab!fem!reader, use of y/n, I’m shit at summaries so it’s gonna feel a bit bullet pointy (lmk if there’s more)

Added notes: considering the reader is Magneto’s sister, that would make her Jewish, you obviously don’t have to be Jewish to read this. I myself am not Jewish, however, I put myself very much into this character and I feel Magneto and myself are very similar personality-wise so making him the brother of the character that I have created made sense to me, their mutations are also kinda similar. What Erik went through during the Second World War isn’t mentioned in this because I felt that was incredibly insensitive of me considering I in no way relate to it, but if I do state anything that causes issue please inform me and I will change it. (tbh I tried not to mention the happenings of the war at all because I know very little about it but still, let me know)

Summary: You were only young when the war began. As a young woman in 1939 you could do very little to assist, so you became a nurse. What you didn’t realise was how much tragedy, heartbreak and indescribable desire this choice was going to bring you.

Word Count: 1.4K

Hope you enjoy <3

Nuremberg 1924, Jakob and Edie Eisenhardt had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl, y/n. You were an independent, strong-willed child, never ill, and learning to walk and talk long before others your age. So, when you were four, and your mother gave birth to your little sister Ruth, a sickly child, your mother’s attention was ripped from you, far more concerned with your sister's wellbeing, with her constantly slipping in and out of illness. Your father was also away a lot with work, leaving you to entertain yourself. You were never fazed much, preferring the company of your family dog, Otto, your playful 2-year-old border collie.

Your strange connection to the earth began to show not long after your little sister was born. Not thinking much at the young age of four, of the strange habit animals had of following you, the way the flames in the fireplace would dance whenever you were near, and how the wind would bend around you. Then, two years later, Max was born. He was just like you, strong-willed and stubborn. You adored your little brother, taking him everywhere with you. Walking with his pram with Otto through the fields that surrounded your home.

As you grew, you began to slowly notice not only your oddities but also your brothers. The way he would drop his knife or fork whilst eating dinner, and then command it straight back to his hand, the voice you thought was in your head, speaking to you as if it was- Otto?! Yes, very odd. You brushed it off, knowing that if you were to tell your parents, they would treat you as if you were a silly little child begging for attention. By the time you were fourteen, however, it was far too noticeable to just push aside. The flames began to roar in the fireplace, the voice which you refused to believe was Otto began becoming far too clear, and even the spiders you would remove from your house began to sound as if they were shouting at you. At least your brother had calmed down, with him being eight you supposed his childlike lack of care had faded away. One less problem to deal with.

A year later, the war began. Your father had insisted upon you taking your brother and sister to England with you, where you would be staying with your uncle in the countryside. Ruth came along easily, Max on the other hand refused to leave your mother and father, too afraid to be apart from them. After days of arguments, your parents gave in, allowing just you and your sister to travel to England, ensuring that Max would be safe with them. The following day, your bags were packed and you were ready to part from the only home you had ever known. You said your goodbyes and reluctantly waved your home farewell.

“Promise me they’ll be okay” Ruth pleaded, snapping you away from your train of thought.

“They’ll be alright Ruthie” you gave her a half smile, only half believing your own words. “Mother and father promised, remember?” you continued.

She gave a curt nod, continuing the silence.

Your life in England was different, to say the least. Your uncle Erich was a stoic man, never caring much for children, though you and your sister tried to do your best by him as thanks. At the age of 16, you left high school and began a nursing training program, in hopes of aiding those fighting in the war.

The three years were gruelling. The war had disrupted your schooling, having to break during your travels, leaving you behind the other trainees. You refused to let that hinder your progress, you feared for your family every day, the least you could do was help those who could be helped. As awful as the past three years had been, you made it through your training, and eventually, on the 10th of June 1944, you arrived in Normandy, to assist your wounded troops.

The medical tents are awful, to say the least. They’re cramped, sweaty and reek of... men. You make your way to the end of the tent and are greeted by a tall, tanned, gorgeous man. He seems unscathed, lying comfortably in one of the beds.

“Hey there soldier” you greet him. His deep brown eyes meeting yours. “Anything I can do for you?” you continue, eyeing him over once more.

“You tell me bub” his Canadian accent catches you off guard. “They sent me in here, told ‘em I was fine” There’s a slight humorous tone to his voice.

“I’ve seen all the bloodshed out there” you counter. “You trying to tell me you went through all that with not even a scratch to show for it?” he grins.

“Guess I’m just indestructible” he shrugs.

“Or just very lucky” you argue. “Well, if you’re completely fine I’d appreciate it if you could leave the space for someone who needs it” you give him a tight smile, not exactly wanting the beautiful stranger to leave, but needing to put your job first.

“I don’t see anyone out there waiting” he retorts. “James Howlett” offering you his hand.

“Y/n” you ignore his outstretched arm, staring quizzically at him.

“Well, Miss y/n” he stands. “It was a pleasure. I hope to be seeing you again” he grins at you once more and begins making his exit.

“I hope not” you shout to him, in hopes he can hear you, smiling quietly to yourself.

You continued your work for the next few days, aiding men with injuries far worse than you had seen before. Then, after the few days that followed, the stranger that you now knew as James, was back in your care once again, and just like the last time, you discharged him. It became routine, every few days, you would find James lying in one of your beds, completely unharmed. You would discharge him after a quick checkup, and then a few days later you’d find him lying there yet again, like clockwork. You began to form a friendship with the impenetrable soldier, dismissing his flirtatious remarks with witty underhand comments. The banter between the two of you came easily, taking jabs at one another constantly, and having conversations that came with no struggle. This continued for weeks, his visits becoming more frequent, your conversations once full of banter, now riddled with flirtation.

“Oh c’mon bub” his deep Canadian voice implored you. “You not even gonna check me over? I could be dying” he smirked.

you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Oh yeah? Where are you wounded sweetheart?” you encouraged. “Here?” you placed a flat hand over his bare chest, slowly dragging it down.

“No.” he stopped you, your heart began to race, redness adorning your cheeks. Had you taken it a step too far, had you read his signals wrong, was he just- the clearing of his throat willed you back from your thoughts.

“Right here” he pointed his finger to his lips. “Heard kissing it better helps” that cocky smirk meeting you once again. He offered you his hand, this time not ignoring it, you outstretched yours. His fingers barely grazed yours, hand slowly rising to your wrist. He grabbed it lightly, giving you time to pull away, when you didn’t, he gave a sharp tug, causing you to topple into him. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling so familiar, and yet in this instance, so foreign. His hand, now placed on your lower back, moving slowly to cup the back of your head, the other grasping your waist. Your hands were firmly placed on either side of his head, unable to move in fear of falling. He slowly pulled himself up, your faces much closer than before. He waited, giving you one last chance to pull away, you didn’t, holding his gaze unwavering. You could feel his breath fanning your face, his stubble tickling your skin.

The kiss was soft. Far from rushed.

He held you gently, as if you were fragile, ready to break at any moment. The kiss didn’t last long, the sounds of the other patients snapping you both back to reality.

“You should go” you whisper into his lips, unable to now meet his gaze.

“I suppose I should” he agrees, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. You stare once again into his brown eyes, the closeness allowing you to see the green specs that litter his irises. “Till next time, yeah sweetheart?” he gives me one last kiss before making his exit.

“Next time.”

[mutant-perfection]

Monet:

You:

Uncanny X-Men (2016) #14

[spiderling-space]

Since it’s close to X-Mas why don’t we do the first years having a snowball fight with MC? Thank you and have a happy holiday.

Even though there is no religious affliction in the request, I’ll deny this. You can ask again by changing the name with New Year or just saying snowball fight because it is quite fun to write for.

The following part isn’t directed towards you. It is a general statement regarding why I said “Just say New Year instead of Christmas” on my “Requests are opened!” announcement and turned out to be long.

Not everyone celebrates Christmas and for me, it feels as if forcing a norm on people who don’t celebrate when someone mentions it in a request. In this case, it gives the vibe of snowball fights can be done if there is a Christmas aura. Nobody mentioned “Hey it is Hanukkah (December 10-18) time, can I get ....” and I expect the same courtesy from others as well.

I realize this might not be a huge issue for everyone but it is for me as someone who doesn’t practice Christianity. It feels like social media, media, news and everything revolves around it and ignores the rest of the people who believe is something else or are irreligious. I mean like “if you don’t celebrate it in December, you are unworthy” and it is too overwhelming.

To be clear, I enjoy Christmas movies and think they are wholesome (I don’t see any religious stuff in them though). And I respect when a character practices their own religion and when I write for them, I keep that in mind. I’ll give example from Marvel since it is where my expertise lays, Steve Rogers and Matthew Murdock are Catholic so I would write a Christmas fic for them. Max Eisenhardt/Erik Lensherr, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are Jewish so I would write Hanukkah fic for them. Kamala Kahn is Muslim so I would write Ramadan fic for her. Natasha Romanoff is either Orthodox or atheist, based on her life the latter is more likely and I think she just rolls with the flow so I’d write something accordingly.

Briefly, if the character themselves believe in something, it is fine by me but in reader inserts, it feels like forcing a norm on people so I want to avoid it

[space-------kid]

Walk Away

Title: Walk Away Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/F!Reader Word count: blood, sweat, tears lol Warning: Angst, no happy ending (again, you have been warned) Prompt: ‘On the same bus together everyday’ Summary: He was falling in love in the worst way. He knew that he would never be with her the way he wanted to, but he just couldn’t walk away. Erik’s POV A/N: This should’ve been a Pietro Maximoff/Reader but I re-watched X-Men: First Class to Apocalypse and Magneto ate me whole. Also, sorry for the submission. @delicrieux, here it is!

Written for delicrieux’ writing challenge. Congrats on the 6k!

-

Apocalypse was destroyed, Charles’ school rebuilt, and Erik chose to walk away again.

Despite his aid in defeating the all-powerful mutant, Erik knew that the authorities were still after him. His actions while still being one of the Four Horsemen alone were more than enough to warrant not just his imprisonment but also his death, and the metal manipulator knew better than to go back into hiding as soon as possible.

Charles was more than willing to provide a safe haven for him, but Erik knew better.

So, naturally, he left.

(It was also a matter of not seeing eye to eye with his closest friend, but that was a story everyone knew very well.)

Erik fled the country as soon as he had the chance. He couldn’t go back to Poland - the pain of losing both Magda and Nina still too fresh in his broken heart. Still, his escape brought him back to Europe, for reasons he couldn’t fully comprehend.

He didn’t remain in one place for too long, didn’t apply for the same job he previously had. Erik was extremely careful and never forgot to erase his tracks. The master of metal had in mind that Charles might be keeping an eye on him, so he laid low and made sure that the helmet En Sabah Nur fashioned for him - a new one that effectively blocked the Professor’s ability like it’s predecessor - was always close by whenever he was in the confines of his temporary house.

The constant running away went for months, then a year, and when Erik got tired of putting up disguises and making up fake names, he found himself in the vast snowy plains of Lapland.

A small town was what received him, the houses too far off from each other and the citizens content with minding their own businesses. It still didn’t guarantee a perfect hiding place but it was acceptable enough for Erik, and so with the money he decently earned he bought the house offered by an old couple who would be moving away for good.

The couple bid Max Eisenhardt a good luck along with God’s blessing, and handed him the key to his new (temporary), fully-furnished home.

-

He found a job vacancy at the local diner located in the heart of the town. Erik took up the kitchen and made it his new work place, his shift an easy 6am to 1pm. He was glad that he was a decent cook - waiting tables sure as hell didn’t fit him. He would wake up at four, do his chores until five, and be at the bus stop half an hour later for a fifteen-minute drive from point A to B with enough time to spare before his shift started.

The town was quiet and his work paid well. Maybe, just maybe, Erik won’t have to leave soon. In spite of the recent event at Cairo (and, of course, the whole world), no one still recognised him for who he really was. Erik was still Max, the quiet brown-haired half-German who moved away from home after both of his parents’ death. He couldn’t get wind of one - just one - suspicion despite him being rather taciturn and secretive. The people just accepted him for who he introduced himself to be and left it at that.

Erik, however, knew the cost of being too complacent too well for it cost him his wife and child and remained vigilant. He made a few acquaintances but never let them close, lest he make the same mistake of helping even one of them at the cost of revealing who he was - only for them to call him out on it in the end.

-

It was on his third week of travelling from home to work when Erik finally paid close attention to her.

He was always mindful of who he was boarding with in the same old bus driven by its same old driver, cataloguing each passenger’s appearance and what business they were engaged with. From the single mother who worked at the neighbouring town to the father of five doing odd jobs here and there but mainly stayed at the dock by the lake, Erik knew what everyone in the bus did judging by their attire and demeanour alone. She, however, threw him a curve ball now that he had not dismissed her presence like he did two weeks prior.

The first time he saw her, he instantly identified her as a tourist, a map and a camera in her person. Tourists came and went in this small town, and Erik knew that she would be gone after a few days or so. There was, in all honesty, nothing special about her at first sight, and the mutant in hiding nearly kicked himself for not studying her as carefully as he did with the other passengers of the bus.

The first thing he noticed that morning was the absence of both camera and map. Clutched in her small hands was a newsprint and a small basket of white roses at her feet. She had a pretty face, and air was knocked out of Erik’s lungs when he met her eyes.Icy blue met warm (eye colour) in a stare that seemed to stretch on for hours. The way she looked at him sent alarm bells ringing in Erik’s mind and he knew then and there that she was danger. Of what disaster she brought with her he didn’t know, and the metal manipulator steeled his gaze, expression going from calm and cool to a grim ‘fuck off’. He passed her by, subtly glancing at the paper she was holding. Erik released the breath he did not know he was holding when he didn’t see his face on the page before her.

The mutant took his usual spot at the very end of the bus, but he kept his eyes on her during the whole duration of his ride. When he reached his destination, he hurried off the vehicle but not before giving her another look. He stood by the exit for a few seconds, gaze fixed at her, and Erik went out of the bus with his heart in his throat. She was looking back at him, and Erik thought that recognition seemed to flash in her eyes when her lips curved up in the smallest of smiles.

-

He spent his whole shift tense and on high alert. Eyes wary and guarded, he scanned the diner every chance he got in search for the odd woman. His shift came and went without even her shadow gracing the place, and Erik allowed himself to breathe easily with relief. He was a wanted man. Maybe he was just overreacting. And maybe the woman was just trying to be friendly. Too bad he couldn’t allow her close. Erik won’t hurt himself in any other way ever again.

Look where it got Magda. Where it got Nina-

He boarded the same bus on the way home, and he sighed in relief when he saw that she wasn’t there. He couldn’t say the same thing the next day, however.

-

Travel from home to work now went like this:

He paid attention to her day after day. She would always be on the right side of the bus, three seats ahead of him. Erik always found her carrying a small basket of white roses, and she would always smile at him whenever he met her bright (eye colour) eyes.

No one sat beside her, and the master of metal had no deep reason to take the initiative to do so. The smiles soon transformed into good mornings when familiarity settled in on both parties and one day, when a swell of tourists nearly sent the bus packed, Erik found his usual spot occupied. Left with no choice, he settled on the last free seat beside her.

Polite greetings were exchanged and Erik left it at that. It didn’t mean that he would not take his chance to closely study the woman in hopes of learning more about her without the need for small talk.

A red Walkman was strapped to her side, the wire of the headphones loosely wrapped around a belt loop. Her hands, folded on her lap, were small and delicate. Erik noticed a thin scar on the back of her left hand, long and pale against her (skin tone) skin. Despite the layers of clothing she was wearing to ward off the cold, the mutant could tell that she was small and fragile in contrast to his large, intimidating frame. The master of metal watched her from the corner of his eye. Her gaze was fixed mostly outside the window. Sometimes she would tear her eyes off the beautiful scenery outside to look at the people inside the bus with her. Her (eye colour) eyes would sometimes meet his when he shifted his gaze away a little too late, and she would smile at him. He would incline his head in acknowledgment because he couldn’t find it in himself to be flat-out rude, and her smile would get a little brighter as she looked away.

When he reached his stop, he chanced another look at her and saw her staring already. Still smiling, she opened her mouth and told him to, “Have a good day.”

-

The good morning’s and have a good day’s soon became small talks, and Erik found a new seating arrangement in the bus a month later. Erik didn’t mean to, he really did. But loneliness always crept in every time the quiet became too much. He would not allow anyone to get too close and yet he sought companionship to fill the silence that he was slowly coming to despise. He just didn’t expect that he’d find it in her - a human so unlike him, of all things.

(Name) was interesting, fun and amusing to talk with, respected and never pried on his personal life, and knew how to make people comfortable around her once he got to know her better. She was smart, funny, and much nicer than most of the non-mutants he had come across with. From the talks he shared with her, he already surmised that she was wise beyond her years, her anger burned briefly, and her kindness knew no bounds. She was the type who wore her heart on her sleeve, who won people to her side by being true to herself, and who wouldn’t judge others for what they’d done without knowing what and why they were driven to do such things.

She always made the bus ride from home to work so interesting and it didn't surprise Erik when he came to look forward to it, and when - unconsciously - it became his favourite part of the day.

The master of metal had no idea when it actually happened, but now he associated (Name) with the word ‘friend’. And if he was being honest with himself, the thought surprised him still.

And everyday, she never failed to bring the same old small basket packed to the brim with white roses. Erik himself was not one for prying into other people’s business, but the flowers’ continued presence every single day got the better of his ever growing curiosity.

“They’re beautiful,“ he commented one day, blue eyes glued to the flowers. (Name) held the basket on her lap, fingers gently trailing over each rose.

She looked at him with a smile and nodded. “They are. Would you like one, Max?”

Erik humoured her and held out a hand. He watched as she carefully plucked one out of the basket and placed the rose on his palm. The master of metal smiled at the action and before he could think his words over, his mouth ran ahead of his mind.

“Why do you always carry roses with you everyday without fail?”(Name)’s smile faltered and disappeared. She looked at him, sadness and pain visible in her (eye colour) eyes. Her gaze flicked from the white roses to his face and she took a deep breath, obviously surprised at his question.

“Oh. It’s, um-" She never continued, just stared at the flowers on her lap. Erik blinked, confused as to why she was suddenly speechless. (Name) was many things, and sitting beside him looking rather stunned with tears welling up her eyes. The change in her demeanour was so abrupt it made the mutant wonder what the reason behind it might be.

Quietly, he watched as she fought the oncoming signs on sadness by blinking the tears away and flashing him a small smile.

"I think you should come with me this afternoon so I can better explain," she told him instead. "Only if you’re free, of course.”

Erik merely nodded in confirmation and hesitantly put a hand on (Name)’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. When he came to his stop, the mutant leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips on her temple before he could stop himself. The action surprised them both, Erik meeting (Name)’s wide-eyed gaze with a puzzled expression on his face.

He slowly pulled away from her and stood up. Jaw clenched, he trudged down the aisle and turned to her halfway.

“Stop by the diner later. My shift ends at 1," said Erik. (Name) nodded in response, her eyes trailing after him as he made his way to work.

-

He wondered what compelled him to kiss her later that morning. The answer came to him when his shift ended and, true to her unspoken response, he found her waiting for him outside the establishment.

Erik stepped out of the diner and was about to call for her, but his words died halfway out his mouth and just stared at her. (Name) was simply standing a few feet from him, her gaze locked at the bright sky. She was wearing the same jacket he wore earlier along with the same pink scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. She wasn’t the perfect epitome of beauty, but it was the little things about her right now that sent a little jolt in Erik’s chest the longer he stared at her.

(Colour) hair cascaded past her shoulders, sunlight dancing off in amber beads that clung to every strand as a small breeze brushed past her. Her nose and cheeks were tinged pink due to the cold but she didn’t seem to mind. Her lips were stretched in a small smile, (colour) eyes made all the more brighter when her smile automatically widened when she turned to look at him.

"Hi, Max!" It was just as simple greeting but the way she spoke and looked at him felt so sinful, and realisation hit Erik kid a thundering train.

Maybe the reason why he felt this way was because he was finally acknowledging the fact that his interest for her was actually an attraction that he had been unconsciously denying in fear that (Name) had already crawled her way not only through his mind (the recognition in her eyes when she first smiled at him) but also his heart (her thoughts, her personality, her eyes that spoke volumes when she listened to him talk even about the most mundane things). Maybe it’s because she was a human - just a human - and feeling something else for her other than friendship would be tantamount to betraying his very own vow on not hurting himself anymore in any way possible.

Erik mentally cursed himself. He shouldn’t have accepted the offer to come with her. He shouldn’t have asked about the roses she always carried. But it was already done, and he had no one to blame but himself when the reason for the flowers was finally revealed to him.

One quiet bus (not his usual ride nor route) ride later, Erik found himself in a private ward in the town’s hospital, and lying on the cot before him was a man slightly younger than him. The latter was obviously in a coma, wires for monitoring his heartbeat and a trach tube attached to him. The steady beat of the heart monitor filled the silence. On the small bedside cabinet was a vase filled with white roses. The flowers were in such pristine condition and Erik was partly awed when he glimpsed one bud slowly bloom. He glanced at (Name), silently asking if she saw it, too, and the small smile she gave him was her answer.

Erik stood awkwardly by the door as (Name) took the seat next to the comatose male and gestured for him to come close.

"Good afternoon, Iivo," she greeted the man, voice soft and quiet. "I brought at friend today.”

The metal manipulator did as he was told and stood beside (Name). His gaze was locked on the man for a few seconds before he shifted it towards her.

“Iivo, meet Max. Max, Iivo.”

Erik’s attention was brought back to the roses and he uttered one word that (Name) might be familiar with.

“Mutant.”

He wasn’t met with a horrified look as if in had just spoken a taboo word. Instead, she simply smiled at him and nodded.

The next question came out quietly, as if it would invoke a negative reaction.

“What happened to him?”

Again, Erik wished that he hadn’t asked. This was a terrible mistake, coming here with her and asking her the reason why a man (her friend? Lover?) lay comatose in a hospital. Guilt filled him and he fought the urge to walk out when (Name) started to speak.

“That day, when the earth moved and the rising metal wrought destruction, a group of people got trapped in a ski resort where Iivo worked. He was a staff there, and he always told me that everyone who walked in was his responsibility. So, naturally, he did what was expected of him. He helped everyone out at the expense of exposing his secret.

"Iivo managed to keep everyone safe up to the last minute, even after the metal came crashing back down. But when the dust cleared and the screaming stopped, almost every person he helped came out unharmed except him.”

(Name) placed her hand on top of Iivo’s and sniffed.

“There was so much blood… it’s a miracle he’s still right here with me. He’s the reason why I always have white roses with me. They will thrive as long as he lives. I-” Her voice trembled for the first time. “I can’t imagine going here or home one day and see those flowers wilt and die. He’s been under for more than a year now, but I can’t stop hoping for him to wake up. I can’t, can I? I don’t want to lose him 'cause he’s the only one I got.”

Heart throbbing in his throat, Erik’s hand shook as he took a slow step back. His actions that fateful day killed thousands of people, he was very well aware of it, but seeing a victim- victims in person struck him to the core. Erik knew that blood would always be in his hands, but this…

His gaze landed on the scar at the back of (Name)’s hand, how her other hand closed upon it. The thought that she was present that time and had to witness Iivo’s attempts and subsequent fall struck him like lightning. Bile rose in his throat and without so much as an excuse me, he dashed out of the room, (Name) calling after him in a mixture of alarm and confusion.

Erik turned in an empty hall, hand braced against the wall as shock and the full weight of what he had done filled his entire being. He had always escaped guilt using distractions and his very own attempts to mask and hide who he really was, but now it came crashing down on him like a landslide. Walking out on her and her friend (not lover, anything but that, please) was a grave mistake. (Name) was a smart woman, he knew that she would’ve figured it by now. He couldn’t stay any longer. He couldn’t, unless he wanted to be exposed. He-

He had to leave again.

“Max…?”

He froze. Slowly, the master of metal looked over his shoulder and saw (Name) standing at the end of the hall, her face pinched with worry. She took a step forward but he held out a hand to stop her.

“Max, I’m-”

“No. Stay back,"he shakily told her. The look of pure concern on her face made him flinch. "Stay back. Please.”

She didn’t listen.

“I’m so sorry, Max, I didn’t mean to upset you-”

Erik used the metal on her belt to halt her progress. (Name)’s eyes widened, fear flashing briefly on her face but she continued and fought against him.

“Max-”

“You know that’s not my name!"Erik snarled at her but she didn’t flinch. It infuriated him because she should be scared, she should damn well be scared because he was the reason why Iivo was comatose, the reason why she had that scar on her hand, the reason why a lot of people were dead. He was a powerful mutant, he was Magneto, he was a murderer-

A murderer who was swiftly falling for a woman that he couldn’t have.

They stood there, holding each other’s gazes. Erik way the first to look away, dropping his outstretched hand and letting his hold on her go.

"I know.”

Those two words would have shattered his already broken heart had (Name) not crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. Erik’s breath hitched in his throat, arms hanging limply on his sides.

“I know who you are. I know what happened to you. I’m sorry, and I forgive you.” That forgiveness was undeserved, Erik wanted to say, but he settled for silence and allowed himself to be selfish just this once. He wrapped his arms around her in a crushing hug, his now tear-streaked face buried in her hair. Tremors wracked his body as he failed to contain the sobs that escaped his lips. He pulled her closer, tighter, until there was nothing gentle about the hug anymore. It was desperate, pleading, and Erik simply didn’t care anymore that he was being weak. “I forgive you, Erik,”(Name) murmured sincerely (how could she find it in herself say it I don’t deserve it I’m a monster), one hand rubbing soothingly on his back while the other brushed through his hair. “I forgive you. We forgive you. Don’t cry, please. I forgive you…” He took to being selfish again and believed her. - Erik wanted to pack his bags and leave, but he couldn’t. He knew that he had to leave, to protect his identity and himself from the pain, but he just. Couldn’t. Do. It. He knew that continuing to stay here would not do him good. Against his better judgement, he stayed. He stayed and held on (Name)’s forgiveness and the feelings he held for her. He was falling in love in the worst way. Erik knew that he would never be with (Name) the way he wanted to, but he just couldn’t walk away. It was stupidity, selfishness, and hope blending together but he ignored them and held on to what he thought he had. He stayed until one day, he sat beside (Name) on the same bus, with the same old driver and passengers, the same small basket of roses placed on her lap. The flowers were dead. - (Name), I will never ask for your forgiveness. You may have given it to me so freely, but I know I don’t deserve it. I’m sorry. But there is one thing I can promise you, and I aim to fulfill it with the best of my ability. I promise you will never see me again. It’s for the best. I’m lucky to have known you. There are so many things I wanted to tell you but they don’t matter anymore. I know this is selfish of me to ask you this, but be happy. Please be happy. I love y- EL

[wakingdreamland]

Argumentative Essay Sample

One of the services I offer is the critique and review of essays, as well as custom examples for students to use as references when constructing their own works. 

The argumentative essay is often one of the most challenging to write, as it must be presented with multiple sides of an issue, but a clear opinion on the part of the author that can be argued by others. Even finding an appropriate topic can be difficult, as the writer must immerse themselves in the issue to understand multiple viewpoints involved, state through the writing their stance (or just the stance they are choosing to present) on the topic, and attempt to sway the opinions of the readers. It should also be tailored to the audience, be it the teacher, classmates, or a larger group, so anticipating the viewpoints of the audience is crucial. 

The essay beneath the cut is just shy of 2500 words, and could be trimmed or expanded to fit an assignment if it was needed. It lacks any source citations or footnotes, though those could be provided in whatever format an assignment required.

The topic for this sample argumentative essay is the current controversy over Marvel’s upcoming story-arc, Secret Empire, and how Magneto, a canonically Jewish character, could potentially ally with Hydra, an organization that once had strong Nazi ties. 

Please remember that this is a sample of an argumentative essay only. It is not intended to spark debate in comments or reblogs, nor is it intended for others to plagiarize for themselves.

Magneto And Hydra;  Attract Or Repel?

“What makes a man a man? A friend of mine once wondered. Is it his origins, the way he comes to life? I don't think so. It’s the choices he makes; not how he starts things but how he decides to end things.”  -John Meyers, Hellboy

If you're a nerd and not living under a rock that the Mars Rover is about to inspect, you've borne witness to the chaos swirling around Marvel's Secret Empire. Or at least the part that is spreading through the internet like secrets through the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanks to how the Marvel Cinematic Universe has taken stories once only found in comics and stray movies and spread them out for a far wider audience, many people are weighing in heavily on the matter of Magneto vs. Hydra. There is outrage aplenty that a canonically Jewish character who survived the Holocaust would ever join an organization as heavily associated with Nazis as Hydra, but as John Meyers said regarding Hellboy, it is not the origins of a man that defines him, but the choices he makes along the way.

Before we examine the character of Magneto as he's developed over the years as well as Hydra, the fascist organization that has allied with the Nazis during WWII and has been seen as an allegory for the Nazis since, it is important to note why this is a sensitive issue for a significant number of people. The current political climate in the US appears to be encouraging a rise in hate crimes; while these bigots have always been among us, believing themselves superior, now they have become more brazen. Bomb threats have been called in to many Jewish Community Centers and Muslim Mosques, and cemeteries have been vandalized; swastikas are appearing in far greater numbers than any time in recent memory. Marvel has already taken a beloved hero, Captain America, and through the use of a Cosmic Cube plot-line, has turned him into an agent of Hydra, which generated intense outrage. Now, there are strong implications that a canonically Jewish character will be a turncoat as well. Readers --or even just people who have enjoyed the movies-- may feel as though their heroes are being taken away from them in a darkening time, to join The Enemy. In all likelihood, this is intentional; comic books have long been known for touching on real-world issues, and these particular story arcs are taking both heroes and villains into a grim and uncertain new reality.

It should also be noted that this controversy is in response to a Marvel variant cover, which don't often have much, if anything,  to do with the story; various other heroes like Hulk, Thor, and Captain Marvel are depicted as secret Hydra agents as well, and even a poster for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. displays a looming threat of Hydra. Nothing on the variant covers hint at what the story arc of Secret Empire will involve, besides a likely conflict between the heroes and villains of several Marvel groups and Cosmic Cubed Captain America.

Magneto is a very well-known super villain of Marvel even to those who have never touched a comic book. He's played big parts in anything related to X-Men, which means significant appearances in cartoons and movies over decades, but many of those depictions focus on Magneto rather than Max Eisenhardt, who after enough name changes to confuse even a comic book writer a little, including Erik Lehnsherr, became Magneto. How does one go about creating such a charismatic super villain? Well, judging by his background, apparently one shoves the character through at least three levels of hell from childhood, makes sure they are repeatedly betrayed and lose multiple loved ones, and makes certain they slaughter a large number of people in a rage that also forces them to lose a loved one. While different variations of the story exist due to the complexities of translating comics to TV shows to movies, the basics of this Intro To Super Villainy are as follows: Through the 1930s and into the 1940s, young Max Eisenhardt suffered the loss of mother, father, and sister by execution, after which he escaped a mass grave. He was captured again and sent to Auschwitz, the horrors of which could have their own essay. While there, he found a "bright side", reuniting with Magda, a Romani girl he'd fallen in love with. They escaped the prison camp and lived an uneventful life until a manifestation of his powers drove an angry mob to attack, burning down their home and killing his daughter. Magneto, or Magnus, as he was calling himself at the time, retaliated by destroying everyone he could get his magnets on. Magda, terrified by the display of power and violence, fled, and would later give birth to Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch.

Looking at what this character went through in his formative years thanks to the Nazis, it's incredibly difficult for many to accept that he would align his interests with Hydra. These are events that can shape a man in many different ways. Stan Lee, the creator of Magneto, said in a 2008 interview that he didn't think of Magneto as a bad guy. He was dangerous, he was driven, but not a villain. This is particularly interesting, and a display of the concept: Villains are the heroes of their own stories. From the outside, it is clear that Magneto is absolutely a villain, but from the perspective of the character, he is doing whatever it takes to protect mutant-kind, "Homo superior" from the horrific results of bigotry and fear combining. Even as Magneto wanders off and makes an orbital base in a hollowed out asteroid and gathers a bunch of pissed-off mutants to form the "Brotherhood of Evil Mutants", --seriously, there was no name creativity happening here-- which is probably one of the most super villainy things one can possibly do, his goal is to protect the mutants from the rest of mankind. In his own narrative, and in Stan Lee's mind, he's not the "bad guy"; he's simply willing to do whatever it takes to keep what happened during the Holocaust to the Jews from happening to the mutants.

Magneto goes through a great number of character development arcs, as do most long-term characters that exist in comic books that span decade after decade. Some to the point of becoming utterly nonsensical when looked at with hindsight. At one point, it is discovered that the use of his mutant powers has made him extremely paranoid and aggressive, traits which show during several attempts to conquer or destroy humanity. At another point, Magneto is inwardly horrified that he's become a supremacist himself; in an encounter with the X-Men he nearly kills Kitty Pryde, stopping himself barely in time when he realizes that she's just a child. He also realizes that he's started to view those who oppose him to be as worthless as the Nazis considered his people to be. One of the most unique story arcs he was involved in was called Secret Wars, in which an alien being took heroes and villains to pit against each other so he could view the concept of "good vs. evil" in action. Significantly, it sorted Magneto in with the heroes, because regardless of his methods, his desires were based on a wish to help mutant-kind rather than the more selfish motivations we often see in villains.

Some of these arcs are off-set by others that show just how far he is willing to go with regard to helping mutant-kind; kidnapping, torture, and aiming stolen nuclear warheads at Earth from an asteroid-base are all fine examples of this. He is perfectly willing, at numerous points, to slaughter as much of humanity as his paranoia insists is necessary to preserve mutants, even if he has to kill other mutants to do it. Marvel also repeatedly created spin-off universes, such as the House of M, in which Scarlet Witch warps reality so that those in her family can receive their heart's desires. It says a good deal about the character Magneto that this arc involves him as the leader of the world's much larger mutant population, using Genosha as a base for dominating the rest of the world and placing mutantkind above humanity.

Now we take a look at Hydra. In many instances, members of Hydra can be easily identified by a habit of wearing green with a serpent motif which has probably led to Slytherin / Hydra cross-over fan-fiction somewhere on the internet. Marvel has tried quite a bit, especially in recent times, to distance Hydra from real-world Nazis, though many fans can't --or won't-- see a distinction. The wider fan-based reached by the Marvel Cinematic Universe has seen Hydra in association with Nazis repeatedly, while the comic book canon shows a far more diverse cast for the history of Hydra, which spans back to dynastic Egypt. Red Skull is the villain that many see as the head of Hydra, forgetting that the hydra has many heads; cut off one and two more will grow.

Red Skull is significant because unlike the overwhelming majority of Hydra, he really is a Nazi. Red Skull first appeared in 1941 as a Nazi agent and enemy of Captain America and of the free world in general. What might surprise people is that he has had several incarnations, including having his mind placed into a clone of Steve Rogers. Time and again, the world believes he has gone, only to have him return time and again with schemes of world domination and genocide. People focusing on the allegory of Hydra as Nazis because of Red Skull's association with both miss that Red Skull himself is an allegory of how some enemies will never be truly gone. The ideals he espouses of fascism, bigotry, rule-by-intimidation, and superiority are problems that the real world sees time and again, in many different forms. In a way, he is Captain America's opposite; trained by Hitler himself and appointed head of terrorist activities, given a grotesque mask of a red skull to strike fearful obedience in others while Captain America's costume and shield have stood for hope, uniting against an enemy of the free people, leading others through inspiration. It was Red Skull who took over the reins of Hydra during World War II, thus giving Hydra an association with Nazis that Marvel has been trying, with little success, to break away from.

So why would Magneto join forces with Hydra? We have no real way to know even that he is going to, much less the reasons that will be provided in the upcoming story arc. Art and teasers that Marvel has made available strongly suggest that many groups from the Cinematic Universe, including the X-Men, the Avengers, and even the Guardians of the Galaxy will be swept up in this year-long story, Secret Empire.

People look at one facet of Magneto, the fact that Max Eisenhardt is a Jew. Not just a Jew, but one who survived the horrors of the concentration camps and lost his family in the process. And from that viewpoint, it does seem appalling that he would join with Hydra. While it now lacks any true Nazi ties, the fascist organization has its tentacles squeezing tight on the Marvel universe, subverting Captain America to their side while utilizing S.H.I.E.L.D. as an intelligence gathering unit, surely with intent to (as all villainous organizations wish) take over the world.

But Magneto is not only a Jew. The character has made a number of choices in his life, choices that have led down paths of possible redemption and paths that would make most other super villains anxious and wary of hostile take-over. What he experienced as a young Jew during the Holocaust has led him to desire, beyond all else, protection of mutantkind. He even qualifies as a supremacist himself, over and over, to the point that he'd be willing to eradicate the rest of humanity so that mutants can ascend to their rightful place, believing that they are far superior. A place above a humanity that is so often cruel to the unknown, that lets fear of the things they do not understand lead to war and tragedy over and over. From that perspective, perhaps we can see why he might throw himself in with Hydra, even with the organization's history.

Magneto is not only a mutant with incredibly dangerous and extremely powerful abilities, he is also a brilliant tactician (various asteroid-base debacles aside.) He is cunning, and ruthless, and if he saw a way to utilize Hydra in his ever-present goal of protecting and uplifting mutantkind, he would very likely take it. It is also possible that he would make use of his intelligence and wit to infiltrate the organization with the thought of causing it to topple from within; he is often depicted as a patient man willing to go to great lengths, even ones he may question himself, in order to achieve his goals. To us, the readers, that makes him not just a super villain, but one that can have a certain amount of admiration. Unlike many comic characters, his origins and his experiences have combined to make a fairly steady character in a genre that often sends characters through roller-coaster loops that baffle the laws of physics; no matter what Magneto does, always in the back of his mind is the goal of keeping what happened to his people, the Jews, from happening to his people, the mutants.

Right now, in the real world, minorities are feeling not just oppressed, but scared. Sacred spaces of many cultures are being violated in the name of bigotry or "progress", to the point that it's become difficult to tell the difference between the two anymore. The behavior of US officials has been dismissive over these frequent horrors, sweeping them under the rug, only adding to the hurt and anxiety that many people all over the world are feeling. And while many of us look toward fiction to lift us up, hints and theories suggest that Marvel's Secret Empire will lead our heroes into darkness. Looking at the US today, Captain America being subverted by propaganda and putting Hydra on display as American military is terrifyingly on the nose; those who see Hydra as allegory for Nazis may now see Hydra as allegory for America, and that is a horrifying thought. But comics have often reflected the real world quite intentionally, and perhaps the choices Magneto will make, the way he decides to end things within the story-arc of Secret Empire, will reveal a man we can admire as a hero.

[girlkisser13]

erik lehnsherr masterlist

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imagines

drabbles

[magneticallyyours]

If I could isolate myself for eternity and churn out fics forever I would cry tears of joy.

Also I have the most DIABOLICAL hate sex Erik Lehnsherr fic idea. Someone stop me. Like you hate him, he hates you, but in the end it doesn't matter. Even if you're horrible for eachother, it still doesn't matter to either of you. Poor Charles, bro.

[magneticallyyours]

My Magneto playlist ✨

Closer - Ninch Inch Nails

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche mode

Mascara - Deftones

My Own Summer (Shove It) - Deftones

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Judas - Lady Gaga

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

FASHION - Britney Manson

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

HYPNOTIC DATA (DEMO) - Odetari

Helden (German version) - David Bowie

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Who Is She? - I Monster

Just Dance - Lady Gaga

Skyfall - Adele

Backstabber - Kesha

La leçon particulière - Francis Lai, Christian Gaubert

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

Another One Bites The Dust - Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Love Love - Take That

Blue Monday - New Order

Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA

Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

Enemy (with JID) - Imagine Dragons

Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

Hayloft - Mother Mother

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - ABBA

This really is all over the place--

[magneticallyyours]

Okay, I have a lot of future fic ideas. Let me know which of these excite y'all the most:

1) Erik x Xavier!Reader, Fluff. Maybe writing about Charles and Erik meeting, reader meeting erik, where it goes from there etc etc. Overall just meaningful Erik stuff

2) Erik x Xavier!Reader, Angst. The other side of the coin this time, where reader turns Erik down in Cuba. Just both of them malding and seething through the years, and then it fucking explodes during DoFP's prison break + plane scene (inspo: Charles bitch slapping Erik)

3) Erik x X-men!Reader, Injured scenario? Exactly what it says. Classic brotherhood v x-men, I'll make up a reason for this ofc. But the reader gets in the way and is gravely injured. Angry Erik ensues

4) Erik x Metal-controlling reader, rivals ish. I'm thinking the reader also has metal controlling powers. Rival shenanigans with this one.

I also have ideas of writing for Charles. Another thing on my agenda is that I wanna write stuff like Raven x F!reader, because I don't think I've seen many wlw fics for X-Men. A tragedy, bc ppl like Emma, Jean, Rogue, Raven and Psylocke exist. Thoughts?

[magneticallyyours]

Okay, I'm watching YOU on Netflix, on episode 6 right now. What if, and be with me here, Yandere!Erik Lehnsherr x Mutant reader, whom he 'protects' (in his eyes) from the shadows? Even though the reader's at the Xavier institute, refusing to join the brotherhood, every single relationship reader's in, they either disappear or break it off with them. Reader avoids every dangerous situation. Why? Because Erik's behind it all.

All I'm saying is we need more depressing/angst shit, what we thinking?

[magneticallyyours]

Holy shit that 'waltzing with Erik' post blew up huh

[magneticallyyours]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!

This is really unexpected tbh

[magneticallyyours]

Damn, thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

I've been dead on this blog but there's stuff coming near the end of June I promise 😭😭