X-Men Oneshots

Realizing they are in love with you

Charles:

Charles sat in his study, surrounded by towering stacks of books, their spines lined with the wisdom of countless scholars. He had always prided himself on his intellect, his ability to analyze and comprehend the world around him. But today, his mind was elsewhere, drifting to thoughts of Y/N, who was out in the garden, tending to the flowers that blossomed under the gentle touch of the sun.

He glanced out the window, watching her as she moved gracefully among the blooms, a smile gracing her lips. Something was enchanting about the way she cared for the plants as if she could breathe life into everything around her. But it wasn't just her nurturing spirit that captivated him; it was the laughter they shared, the moments of quiet intimacy, and the warmth of her presence that made him feel whole.

Yet, Charles had been reluctant to acknowledge the depth of his feelings. Love was a complex emotion, one that he had spent a lifetime understanding from an analytical perspective. He had been protective of his heart, afraid that letting someone in would leave him vulnerable, open to pain. But today, as he watched Y/N, a realization struck him with an intensity that left him breathless.

In that moment, everything fell into place. He didn't just care for Y/N; he was in love with her. The realization washed over him like a tide, pulling him under and leaving him gasping for breath.

His heart raced as he thought of all the little moments that had brought them to this point—the laughter shared over silly jokes, the comforting silence that wrapped around them during quiet evenings, the way she understood him without needing words. It was all so painfully beautiful, and he couldn't deny it any longer.

Charles made his way outside, his heart pounding with each step. As he approached her, Y/N looked up, her face lighting up in a way that made him feel as though the sun had burst forth just for her.

"Charles! Come help me with these!" she called, motioning to the basket of weeds she was collecting.

He knelt beside her, the scent of earth and flowers enveloping them in a cocoon of intimacy. "You're doing wonderfully," he said, his voice soft, filled with admiration.

Y/N smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks! It's therapeutic, you know? Just being out here, away from everything. It helps me clear my mind."

Charles nodded, realizing that she had a gift for grounding him, for helping him find peace amidst the chaos of his responsibilities. "You do more than that for me, Y/N. You bring joy into my life in ways I never thought possible."

Her gaze shifted, and for a moment, uncertainty flickered in her eyes. "Charles, are you okay?"

"I am," he assured her, his heart swelling as he took her hands in his. "But I need to tell you something important."

Her expression turned serious, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "What is it?"

"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About us. About how much you mean to me." He paused, the weight of his confession hanging in the air between them. "I've realized that I'm in love with you, Y/N. Deeply, irrevocably in love."

The world seemed to stop as those words hung in the air. Y/N blinked, her surprise giving way to a radiant smile that lit up her face. "Really? You mean it?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. "You've changed my life in ways I can't fully express. You've taught me the beauty of love and connection, and I don't want to imagine a future without you."

Tears glistened in her eyes, and she moved closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Oh, Charles, I love you too! I've been waiting for the right moment to say it."