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Crossfire - Magneto / Erik Lehnsherr x OC
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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2021
Mature
Coming back home to the X-Mansion was inevitable in Luna Olson's life. After all, she only had Charles in her life. Erik Lehnsherr, whose life was crushed right in front of him, filled with hatred and revenge. He knew if he used his powers again, he'd only hurt the people around him. 

There's no deadlier combination of a woman trying to prove herself and a man who's seeking for justice. But can these two set aside their personal agendas when they meet? What if they end up hurting each other?

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A fanfiction of Magneto / Erik Lehnsherr paired with OC. The timeline was set after X-Men Apocalypse.

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The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."