X-Men Oneshots

Whispers in the dark (Alex Summers)

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. Y/N sat on a bench in the garden, her sketchbook resting on her lap, a half-finished drawing of the flowers before her. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, but she felt anything but calm. Memories of the previous night haunted her, creeping into her thoughts like shadows, threatening to engulf her.

She and Alex had been inseparable since high school, their bond deepening with every shared laugh and stolen kiss. He had been her rock, a constant source of support, but fear gripped her heart. How could she tell him what had happened? How could she burden him with such darkness?

As if sensing her turmoil, Alex approached, his blonde hair catching the last rays of sunlight. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "What are you working on?"

Y/N forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Just some sketches," she replied, flipping the page to reveal a landscape instead.

"Mind if I join you?" He sat down beside her, the warmth of his presence easing her tension, even if only a little.

"Of course," she replied, grateful for his company but feeling the weight of her secret grow heavier.

They talked about trivial things—the latest training sessions, upcoming missions, and their plans for the weekend. Yet, beneath the surface, Y/N felt an ache she couldn't shake. The attack haunted her thoughts like a nightmare, and the thought of telling Alex felt like standing on the edge of a precipice.

Later that night, Y/N lay in bed, the moonlight spilling through her window. The walls of her room felt like a prison, and she couldn't escape the memories of that fateful night. She closed her eyes, but sleep eluded her as panic settled in her chest.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Alex sensed that something was off. He could feel it in the air, a tension that had developed over the last few days. He tossed and turned, his heart heavy with concern for Y/N. He wanted to protect her, but how could he help if she wouldn't let him in?

The next day, Charles Xavier approached Alex, his expression serious. "I need to talk to you about Y/N," he said quietly, glancing around to ensure they were alone.

"What about her?" Alex asked, worry creeping into his voice.

"I've been sensing distress in her mind. I think something has happened to her," Charles explained. "I want to help, but I need your consent to look into her thoughts. I can't force her to share, but I can find out what's troubling her."

Alex hesitated, his heart racing. "If she's in trouble... yes, do it."

In the depths of Y/N's mind, Charles found the storm of emotions swirling like a tempest. Fear, shame, and anguish intertwined, revealing fragments of memories that had scarred her soul. He caught glimpses of the attack, the dark figure that had threatened her, and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

When Charles pulled back, he was pale, the weight of what he had seen heavy on his heart. "Alex," he said softly, "I found out who did this. You need to confront him."

"Who?" Alex demanded, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

"It's someone you know," Charles replied, grimacing as he met Alex's gaze. "It's someone from the Brotherhood."

Fueled by a rage he had never known, Alex stormed out of the mansion, his mind racing. He felt the heat of his powers surging within him, begging for release. He couldn't let Y/N suffer. Not anymore.

He tracked the man down to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the air thick with tension. Alex could feel the heat radiating off his body, his fury palpable as he confronted the man who had taken Y/N's peace.

"What did you do to her?" Alex demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The man smirked, clearly unfazed. "She was weak. I showed her what real power feels like."

In an instant, Alex unleashed his powers, a torrent of energy that engulfed the man. The heat burned away his arrogance, leaving only fear in its wake. "You'll regret this," the man gasped, trying to escape.

But Alex didn't let him. He pushed harder, the flames of his rage consuming him and everything around him, channeling his pain and fury into every strike. "You'll never hurt her again."

The confrontation left Alex shaken, but there was no time for regret. He returned to the mansion, determined to find Y/N. When he found her in the garden, she looked lost in thought, her sketchbook open on her lap.

"Y/N," he called softly, approaching her. She looked up, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Alex," she whispered, guilt washing over her. "You shouldn't have seen that."

"I had to," he replied, kneeling before her. "You're hurting, and I need you to know that I'm here for you. Always. You don't have to carry this alone."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she finally let herself break. "I was so scared, Alex. I didn't know how to tell you. I thought you would hate me."

"Never," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "You're the strongest person I know. And I will always fight for you."

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep into her. The fear that had gripped her began to loosen its hold as she finally let herself lean on him, knowing that together they could face the shadows of the past.

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