X-Men Oneshots

Song Series (Erik Lehnsherr)

Based off the song: Taste by Sabrina Carpenter

*Oh, I leave quite an impression

Five feet to be exact*

You were never the type to get lost in someone else's shadow, especially not with Erik. He always admired your confidence, your presence—though he wouldn't admit it out loud. You were small in stature, but your personality filled the room in ways that captivated him. It was one of the things he'd said he loved about you, back when love was still a word you exchanged freely. Now, that love was a memory.

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As you walked through the halls of the mansion, you couldn't help but feel Erik's presence everywhere, like he was still lingering in the corners of the spaces you used to share. Even though you were gone, the ghost of you remained—imprinted on his life in ways he could never quite shake.

*You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin'

My body's where they're at*

It was funny, in a way. You could still see Erik searching his wardrobe, wondering where some of his favorite shirts or jackets had gone. The truth? You had taken them with you when you left. Not out of spite, but because they still smelled like him—like the time when things between you two were still good. When his touch was soft, and his words were laced with affection, not regret or anger.

You'd catch him wearing something new now, clothes you knew didn't belong to him. They were someone else's influence. You were no longer the one who picked his shirts in the morning, but there was something comforting about knowing that, no matter what, he'd never really be free of you.

*Now I'm gone, but you're still layin'

Next to me, one degree of separation*

No matter how far you distanced yourself, Erik was always close. You were gone, but your presence remained like a shadow, haunting him. You could sense it in the way he acted, in the way he spoke to others, and even in the way he fought. He'd try to push it down, to pretend like you never mattered—but you did. And you always would.

There were moments, fleeting but undeniable, when you knew Erik still thought about you. When his mind drifted from whatever task lay before him, and for a split second, it was as if you were right beside him again. Even when he was with her—his new flame—there was a part of him that belonged to you. You were his one degree of separation, never quite gone, never quite forgotten.

*I heard you're back together and if that's true

You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you*

You heard the rumors. Erik had moved on. Of course, he had. Someone like Erik couldn't stay unattached for long. You weren't bitter about it, though—it wasn't your style. But the thought made you smirk nonetheless. Whoever she was, she'd never have him the way you did. She might have him now, but you had left your mark on him, deeply embedded in ways she couldn't erase.

You imagined her leaning in, pressing her lips to his, completely unaware of the history that clung to him. Every kiss she gave him, every touch, would be layered with the taste of you. She could try to make him hers, but you knew—he'd never fully belong to her. Not with you still lingering beneath the surface.

*If you want forever, I bet you do

Just know you'll taste me too*

You wondered if she had any idea what she was really getting into. If she wanted forever with Erik, she'd have to accept the parts of him that still belonged to you. And forever? It was something you knew Erik wasn't capable of, not in the way she likely hoped. He wasn't built for forever. You learned that the hard way, but you were okay with it now.