Do Y'all Think That Erik Was Ever Jealous Of Charles ? Like Because He Had Living Family (raven) But

Do y'all think that Erik was ever jealous of Charles ? Like because he had living family (raven) but also because Charles had a full education and became a profesor . Realistically, Erik wouldn't have had a high school education and definitely not a university one for obvious reasons. Or when he's helping his kids with school work but he doesn't know basic maths like algebra because he never went to high school. Does that make sense?

OMG that look like Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr from X-men

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i've written another 1.4k of the torture erik fic today. chapter 2 is currently 2.5k and counting

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Prompt from @slagneto4life For Erik trying to teach the kids German but realizing he's forgetting the language after speaking English for so long. hope this is okay! I sort of just chose children to use

It sounded like a fun bonding activity for Erik and the children, something he could teach them and they could do together. After all, it wasn’t like he had anyone else around he could speak in his mother tongue with. If he taught Peter, Wanda and David then it would just be something for the four of them to share. 

Not to mention that Charles kept saying he needed to spend more time with David. Erik was just struggling to find something to do with him. But he did seem to enjoy learning knew things and so it was decided. 

Erik came into it prepared, a couple of worksheets he’d found in a book Charles had laying around, a game set up for the kids. He wanted to make it fun, something they would enjoy instead of just staring at him while he lectured. He wasn’t Charles, after all. 

The first couple of lessons went well enough. Counting was something he would never forget, at least the first three numbers were burned into his memory. Every time he said or heard eins, zwei, drei it was followed by a gunshot that seemed to echo through the years and find him no matter how long had passed. 

And Peter seemed to giggle every time someone said fünf, which gave Erik something to look forward to during the first three numbers. 

The third lesson, David insisted they go over the alphabet, no matter that Erik had assured him it was basically the same. He wanted to know the letters and how to pronounce them. Another thing that Erik was certain he could never forget. The number of times his mama had sang the little long to him, and then to his sister. Over and over until Erik still could get it stuck in his head today, if he wasn’t careful. This only led to the days of the week and the month of the year. Erik’s lesson plan was mostly useless that day, but he wasn’t complaining, they were still spending time together and the kids were learning—and what they wanted to learn. 

By the fourth lesson, however, Erik was beginning to regret the whole plan. 

“Auto…” He started to say and then stopped, “Automat…” His brows were drawn together as he looked at the picture on the page. An ATM, something he wasn’t as familiar with, something that wasn’t burned into his memory from when he was young. Yet, it was something he knew he had heard, something that he had said before, he was certain. 

“Do you not even know?” Peter asked, looking up at his dad, seeming amuse and Erik glanced at him. 

“It would make sense,” He said softly, unsure if he was talking to himself or Peter. “But automat is like a vending machine, not-“ He paused as it finally hit him. “Money, geld. Geldautomat. ATM. That’s what it is.” 

It was a terrifying idea, that he was forgetting things, things that made sense and he knew at one time. Until now, it hadn’t occurred to him that he could’ve been losing his ability to speak the language he knew so well, the first one he ever learned. He just assumed that since it was his mother tongue, muttersprache, then it would always be with him.

His eyes moved on down the page. Train station—bahnhof, subway—U-Bhan, restaurant—which he was glad to see was still restaurant. 

“You could’ve chosen and easier page if you don’t even know the answers to this one,” Wanda said, tapping her pencil against her desk and Erik let out a breath. He knew she was right but was he going to admit to that? 

“I can figure this out. Here, there’s some for food and drinks. Those should be simple enough,” He decided, passing them to the three children. 

“Are you going to be able to grade us on these?” David asked as he looked over the page. Erik wasn’t sure but he looked down at the one he had kept for himself. 

Most of it was matching, a word and a picture. Simple enough, brot and bread, wasser and water, tee and tea, kaffee and coffee. He nodded, “This one I will be able to,” He informed them as he went back to looking at the first page. 

Church was Kirche, theater he wanted to say could be the same, but it could be cinema. Somehow that still didn’t feel right though. It wasn’t somewhere he frequented as a child.

These worksheets should’ve come with a word bank. Pharmacy, Erik could identify as apotheke, bakery was bäckerei, but if he had to, he wasn’t certain he would be able to spell it. Links and rechts for left and right he could remember. It was really all a hit or miss. 

Before the next time he was going to meet up with the children for them to learn some more, he was going to need to do some learning of his own. When he decided they would all do this together, he didn’t expect to be learning right along with them.

She's called Lucy ( after the Catholic saint) . She's erik's best friend when they were teens and in the camps. Shaw experimented on her as well,.because she had heterochromia and because she was a mutant. Shaw removed one of her eyes to study it so she wears bandages around her eyes because they constantly bleed. And she's a lesbain .

I never said this but I have an X-Men OC! His name is Marko "Dragonfly" Xavier-Lehnsherr. You have no idea the amount of lore i have on this guy (Is he Charles's son? Is he Erik's? HE'S OF BOTH OF THEM?)

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I have my own OC.for X-Men but I did t do anything with her because I didn't want ppl to think I was weird

Might make some fan art and design for her... Who knows *shrugs*

I never said this but I have an X-Men OC! His name is Marko "Dragonfly" Xavier-Lehnsherr. You have no idea the amount of lore i have on this guy (Is he Charles's son? Is he Erik's? HE'S OF BOTH OF THEM?)