Disclaimer: Some quotes, which are marked my asterix, are direct quotes from the Marvel Entertainment film or cartoon versions of the X-Men universe and have been added to allow fans to connect and feel familiarity in this unfamiliar environment. I take no credit for those quotes or the character names, etc.
Notes: Firstly, I'm not of Jewish descent, so I'm not familiar with non holiday foods of the Jewish kind. I will definitely do some research for the next time such things might come up, but I do love latkas and Matza balls so I thought it would be perfect for today.
Secondly, according to the movie First Class, Magneto's mother's name is Edie, so that's the name I used for her here. I originally had planned to name her after Erik's first daughter (or Magnus as he was called then), but I thought Edie might be more appropriate.
I think that it's a bit obvious that Erik is not only gay, but also into the arts. I mean, those turtlenecks, come on. I went to a contemporary art museum once, and I came across the metal statues made out of shapes of all sorts, and I really thought that Magneto would be able to make something like that.
Everyone's slightly out of character, I know, I'm trying to figure out how they're going to act too. Bare with me. There are just so many story arcs, movies, cartoons, etc. to choose from that I'm trying to mix and match till I find the right one. I'm also aware that I switch POV's quite often, but the story moves much too quickly for me to do much, I'll work on creating more flowy scenes that require less.
Without further ado, Have fun with this.
Feeling slightly less inebriated, Charles was ready to begin his day when any notions he had had of a nice, quiet, peaceful day flew out the window as his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a half-shriek-half-giggle, "Oh my god! Charles! Put some clothes on! This is a kitchen!*"
Charles hadn't heard Raven come in, but if he didn't know she was here then, he knew now. Raven unceremoniously plopped onto a chair, cocked her eyebrows at Charles and stated, "Charles. Clothing. Now?"
Charles was now sober enough to have the decency to blush as he excused himself and rushed towards his room. As though the fates had intervened, Charles found himself unable to help but trip over the blanket that had been previously innocently draping the stairs. Tangled amongst the sheets, Charles struggled to get up but found he was unable to lift himself. His limbs just refused to listen. In a calm, practiced voice, he asked, "Raven, please call Hank, I can't feel my legs...*"
Seeing his neighbor disappear into the inner portions of his home, Erik decided to begin his day. Rising from his seat at the kitchen table, Erik went to his art room to gather supplies for his latest dabble.
Although a master engineer by trade, Erik had a deep fascination with the Arts. He infused these two passions into his own personal masterpieces. Sculptures of metal. Erik gathered his pieces and moved to his yard to begin assembling the pieces.
Each part was a piece of a puzzle, and Erik was in his own world. Erik stayed there until he heard a door open and voices stream into his thoughts. Erik noticed a man- tall, gangly, nerdy looking, exiting Charles' home, presumably his partner.
Erik composed himself and eradicated his mind of such biter thoughts as he heard a car door slam shut behind him.
"You're making those things again? Erik. You'll never find a nice boy to settle down with if you keep working on those hideous… things. They really do clutter your garden." Erik's mother had come to visit and she had begun the visit with her monthly scolding. Erik braced himself for the long lecture and began to drown out her voice.
Charles walked Hank to the door, well more like limped.
"Charles, be more careful! One day it won't be a fluke, you'll have actually broken something." Hank scolded Charles, who quite suddenly felt like a child. This was becoming a common occurrence. He got hurt, he called Hank, a doctor and also the boyfriend of his lovely sister Raven, got a checkup, and then got scolded. Before he could look abashed, Raven stepped into the door frame and brazenly stated, "Hank, I'll see you for dinner." Charles had always admired how bold Raven was. She never feared asking someone out, not that anyone could say no to her. Charles noticed the way Hank could only nod and blush as his girlfriend initiated yet another date.
Erik was taking his mother inside now that her tirade was over, but noticed Charles walking with a slight limp down the driveway towards his partner's car. Apparently his mother noticed to and her "mother hen" nature made her march on over to him. Erik could hear her croon, "You poor dear! What happened?"
Charles was abashed by the attention coming from the elderly woman and could only mutter, "Oh, nothing ma'am."
"Must hurt! Hurt boys need good food. You ate right? Got enough rest? Propping it up on cushions?"
Erik noticed Charles tense up at the mention of food and heard Charles' hesitant answer of "yes".
"UNACCEPTABLE!" Erik's mother always knew when Erik hadn't eaten all his vegetables, and apparently she could tell with Charles as well, she wouldn't let this go. "You will come for dinner at my son's place. He'll make you something good! You need your energy to heal that poor leg! Erik. Go to the grocery store right now." Erik resigned himself with a sigh as Charles nodded, understanding that there was no way out of this. "Good boy, see you at six, don't be late!"
He heard Charles mutter a, "Yes ma'am" as he looked towards the floor.
"Call me Edie dear," and with a suspicious gleam in her eye, Erik's mother herded him into a car and towards the grocery store.
"Charles this will be good for you! You spend too much time with your books anyways. Get out there! Meet new people!" Raven lightly scolded Charles for his reluctance.
Charles knew he was being silly, he'd never had trouble socializing before, but things were different now. He was out of the closet, He was a professor, He had responsibilities; he couldn't just go out and get drunk to meet girls. Not that he wanted to…
Charles took his steps one at a time. Out the door, down the driveway, up his driveway, up to the doorway. Even before Charles could ring the bell, he was smothered by a hug from Erik's mother.
"Oh, right on time! Come in, come in! Erik's almost done cooking. How's your leg?"
"-Mother. Charles, hello. The food is ready. Come eat before you scare him away." Erik's voice interrupted their conversation and Charles was able to take in a deep whiff of a wonderful smelling meal.
With the first bite, Charles was able to decide, this wasn't just wonderful smelling, it was wonderful tasting too. The matzo soup was savory, the biscuits fluffy, everything was just perfect. It was even better because all he had eaten all day were leftovers. Charles faced Erik and stated, "This is absolutely brilliant cooking Erik. Thank you for having me over," and to Erik's mother he said, "If I had someone who cooked like this in my home, why Edie, I'd never leave!" To which Erik's mother quickly chirped, "Stay here! Erik never leaves either," and with a wink she added, "he can cook for you if you'd like and you can read to him. He needs some culture that boy; He makes those silly statues and stays home alone."
"Why Edie, I quite like them." Charles said gently, he faced Erik and gave him a small smile.
