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"Magneto's Cold" by Lori McDonald (PG)
Fandom: X-Men Comicverse
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Lori McDonald on Fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: This is not actually the most representative sample of Lori's work -- she mostly did much more serious stories, and usually focused on the Gambit/Rogue relationship. However, that does not change the fact that this is one of the funniest damn stories I have read, ever.
Magneto, one of the most hated and feared mutants in the Marvel Universe, a man who has dedicated his life to appearing as a proud, dignified Icon of Power, a man who says things like, "So say I, Magneto, Master of Magnetism!" (okay, he only said things like that back in the 60's, but still)... has a cold. That affects his powers. Hilarity ensues.
Ever since his abilities manifested themselves, Magneto had been a name to be feared. Dedicated to preserving mutant life and helping them ascend to their well deserved position of superiority over normal humans, he had been labeled a terrorist, his magnetic powers on a level that threatened the entire world if he chose to use them. He had sunk nuclear subs, destroyed cities. He had defeated almost all who dared to challenge him in combat and his face was an image that haunted human childrens’ nightmares.
Not all children. The place he lived now had never heard of Magneto, and had no reason to balk at the sight of him. Magnus had built his present house high on a mountain twenty miles from the nearest town, which was the only place for him to go within fifty to buy food. Not a gardener himself, he went there once a week for vegetables and meat, once a month for dry stock. He spoke to no one and was quiet and polite, his face hidden wide brimmed hat. No one had ever recognized him in it, but then, he wasn’t normally trying to fight a cold that affected his powers when he came into town.
His head aching and his nose clogged, Magnus walked into the town, sniffing repeatedly as he headed down the sidewalk, very aware of how lightheaded and sickly he was feeling.
The lampposts bending over like pretzels behind him escaped his notice.
Magneto's Cold
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Lori McDonald on Fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: This is not actually the most representative sample of Lori's work -- she mostly did much more serious stories, and usually focused on the Gambit/Rogue relationship. However, that does not change the fact that this is one of the funniest damn stories I have read, ever.
Magneto, one of the most hated and feared mutants in the Marvel Universe, a man who has dedicated his life to appearing as a proud, dignified Icon of Power, a man who says things like, "So say I, Magneto, Master of Magnetism!" (okay, he only said things like that back in the 60's, but still)... has a cold. That affects his powers. Hilarity ensues.
Ever since his abilities manifested themselves, Magneto had been a name to be feared. Dedicated to preserving mutant life and helping them ascend to their well deserved position of superiority over normal humans, he had been labeled a terrorist, his magnetic powers on a level that threatened the entire world if he chose to use them. He had sunk nuclear subs, destroyed cities. He had defeated almost all who dared to challenge him in combat and his face was an image that haunted human childrens’ nightmares.
Not all children. The place he lived now had never heard of Magneto, and had no reason to balk at the sight of him. Magnus had built his present house high on a mountain twenty miles from the nearest town, which was the only place for him to go within fifty to buy food. Not a gardener himself, he went there once a week for vegetables and meat, once a month for dry stock. He spoke to no one and was quiet and polite, his face hidden wide brimmed hat. No one had ever recognized him in it, but then, he wasn’t normally trying to fight a cold that affected his powers when he came into town.
His head aching and his nose clogged, Magnus walked into the town, sniffing repeatedly as he headed down the sidewalk, very aware of how lightheaded and sickly he was feeling.
The lampposts bending over like pretzels behind him escaped his notice.
Magneto's Cold