One Shots {Multiple Fandoms}

Erik and Charles | X Men

Opposite attractive.
Warning: concentration camps, death, f g slur, and blood.
Also I never read DC, only know about them from the movies so sorry if facts are wrong. I've mixed it with the movies and other au plots I've read. Of course added my own style so .. enjoy??

~Erik's POV~

I was ten when I got placed into the Concentration Camps with my father and mother. Being pinned down into a brown chair as one of the Nazi's held me down the other Nazi poked my skin with what I would later find out was a brand. Six numbers that made no sense as it made my skin bleed. After I screamed out they laughed letting me go once they were done.
"Filthy Jew. Next!"
The Nazi yelled in German as I left the room I found my father and hugged him. My dad's curly brown hair was now buzzed like mine. My mother wasn't with him and I knew then I would never see her again. We were ordered to do chores in the hottest of days and even the coldest of nights. Looking around I saw familiar faces but as the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into losing count I didn't recognize anyone. The only thing I recognized was we all wore the same black and white strips uniform. One of my dad's friends had a pink triangle and he got beat up and got called a word I knew to well back from school.
"Filthy fag Jew work!"

~Charles's POV~

I was eleven as I walked into my new year of school. It was private school with uniforms in place.  I hated that we all may he and I wished I could be at the public school that was a mile in opposite direction to my house. Yet my parents both lawyers didn't have time to take me to it. So instead like the years before I was stuck inside the private school. I did good in school like before yet that was the first year I realized I liked boys. When I finally felt the courage and wrote a letter to my crush he followed me to the bathroom. Instead of kissing me liked I hoped he punched me in the face making me bleed.
"F king fag don't come near me!"

~Erik's POV~

After the war ended and with no parents or no way to find family I got place into an orphanage. No one wanted me because I was to old and because I was a Jew. On my eighteenth birthday I snuck out and never went back. No one came looking for me either. I forged my dad's signature as I arrived to the ferry that was taking people to America. With my one suite case that was barley full I walked onto the ferry. Watching it sail away from Poland I flipped it off with a smile.

~Charles's POV~

I kept my secret down best I could but the day I got punched all those years ago my secret came out. No one would talk to me or invite me over for parties. I kept to myself and studying. After I graduated high school I picked up my things and moved to New York. I didn't want to jump into college but knew I needed money. With that in mind I got a degree in teaching. Only three years into teaching I got picked to work at the update New York school for gifted children. 

~Erik's POV~

Arriving in New York was the best decision I ever made. The city was to loud and the crowds made me remember being prisoner for just being born who I was. When I was passing a tree I saw a poster saying

Hiring :
Upstate New York School
Any position.
Be yourself and join our team!

Taking piece off the bottom with the number I went to a pay phone and typed in the number. As it ranged I looked around the city seeing all different walks of life pass me. One caught my eye just as the voice spoke. It was two men holding hands.
"Hello this is Professor X can I ask who is calling?"
Looking away from the couple I looked back at the phone as I spoke back to the voice.
"Hi.. I saw you were hiring. I don't have a degree but I'd love to apply.. even if that's cleaning."
I needed the money as I only had the few change left from Poland.
"We'll why don't you come by tomorrow morning? And we can fill you in a position if you want? We are very new school but it would be great to have the help."
I nodded like the voice could see me and when I realized he couldn't I faced palmed with my free hand.
"Yes that sounds great. And the address is what it says on the paper?"
"Raven I'm coming just a moment."
The voice said muffled but still heard over the phone.
"Oh yes it is. So see you tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Perfect bye ..."
He trailed off when I realized I didn't say my name.
"Erik."
"Okay bye Erik."
With click I put the phone back on the phone stand. Now with the only money I had left I bought my first American pizza, we'll the sign said Italian pizza. Then the last ten Polish money I had the taxi took me to the town that housed the school.