X-Men Oneshots

You skipping meals *TW*

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Charles: 

The sun was setting over the sprawling grounds of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, casting a warm golden hue over the lawn. Inside, Charles sat at his desk, papers strewn about, but his focus was elsewhere. He hadn't seen Y/n all day, and worry tugged at his mind.

"Y/n?" he called out through the intercom. Silence lingered, deepening his concern.

After a few moments, he stood, using his telepathy to scan the school. His heart sank when he sensed Y/n's presence in the library, but the emotional signature was faint. He quickly made his way there.

When he entered, he found Y/n curled up in a corner, surrounded by books. The look of concentration on their face made him smile initially, but as he approached, he could see the bags under their eyes and the way they absentmindedly flipped pages without truly reading.

"Y/n," he said softly, kneeling beside them. "You've been in here for hours. Have you eaten today?"

Y/n looked up, eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, Charles! I didn't even notice the time. I've been so focused on this project—"

"Your project can wait," he interrupted gently. "Your health is more important. Come, let's get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Y/n protested, glancing back at the stack of books.

Charles placed a reassuring hand on their shoulder. "You need sustenance to think clearly. I'll help you with your project later, I promise. But first, let's take care of you."

Y/n sighed, knowing he was right. "Okay, but just a quick snack."

"Deal," he replied, standing and offering a hand. As they walked to the kitchen, Charles's heart swelled with affection. He loved Y/n's dedication but worried about their well-being.

In the kitchen, he prepared a simple meal. The aroma of grilled cheese filled the air, and he turned to see Y/n watching him, a small smile creeping onto their face.

"See? It's not so bad to take a break," he said, handing them a plate.

As they ate, Charles watched Y/n relax. "You know, if you ever need help, all you have to do is ask."

"I know," Y/n replied, looking down at their half-finished sandwich. "I guess I just get caught up in everything."

"I understand," he said, his tone serious. "But I want you to promise me that you'll take care of yourself first. The world will still be there tomorrow."

Y/n nodded, their heart full. "I promise."

Erik:

The storm clouds outside matched Erik's mood as he paced the length of the mansion. It had been days since Y/n had skipped a meal, absorbed in their work. With each passing moment, he felt a deepening sense of frustration mixed with worry.

He entered their room without knocking, his gaze piercing. Y/n sat at their desk, papers scattered, the glow of the laptop illuminating their features. They hadn't even noticed his presence.

"Y/n!" he barked, making them jump.

"Erik! I didn't hear you come in!" they exclaimed, looking startled.

"Of course you didn't. You're too busy neglecting yourself," he shot back, his voice a mix of anger and concern.

"I'm fine," Y/n insisted, not meeting his eyes.