X-Men Oneshots

Them as your stalker

Charles:

Charles sat in his study, pouring over reports from the latest missions, but his mind was elsewhere. Lately, he had sensed something off about Y/N. Her laughter no longer filled the hallways as it used to, and there was a certain tension in her demeanor that gnawed at him. It was as if a shadow had fallen over her bright spirit.

He had seen her in the training rooms, her moves graceful yet stiff, like a dancer caught in a storm. She was always so confident, but now there was a flicker of fear in her eyes. His instincts told him something was wrong. Charles had to protect her, but how could he do that if she wouldn't confide in him?

One evening, he decided to check on her after noticing she was working late in her room. He knocked softly on the door, concerned when she called him in. The moment he stepped inside, the air felt charged with something unspoken.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

"Yeah, just trying to get everything sorted for the meeting tomorrow," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

He wasn't convinced. "You've seemed a bit on edge lately. If there's anything bothering you, you can talk to me."

Her hesitation only deepened his worry. "I just feel like someone's been watching me," she finally admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

The weight of her words hit him like a punch. Watching her? He felt a protective rage bubble up within him. "I'll make sure to increase security around the grounds," he assured her. "You shouldn't feel unsafe here."

As the days passed, his concerns grew. Y/N's anxiety was palpable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was indeed after her. One night, he couldn't bear it anymore. He needed to ensure she was safe, so he found himself standing outside her window, rain pouring down around him, his heart racing.

"Y/N?" he called softly, desperation creeping into his voice. He had to see her.

When she opened the window, his heart soared at the sight of her, but her expression darkened quickly. "What are you doing out there?"

"I had to make sure you were safe," he replied, pushing back the urge to step inside, to pull her close. "I can't shake the feeling that someone is after you."

"Charles, please, this isn't protection. This feels wrong," she pleaded, taking a step back, her fear radiating from her.

"Trapped?" he echoed, frustration bubbling inside him. "I'm trying to protect you, Y/N. You don't understand. They can't have you."

As she turned away, his heart sank. He was doing this for her, to keep her safe, yet she viewed it as a threat. "You need help, Charles. This isn't the way to show you care."

The pain in her words cut deeper than he expected. "I'll prove it to you. I'll keep you safe," he insisted, his voice a low growl.

But her plea echoed in his mind—was he truly protecting her, or was he becoming the very thing she feared?

With every fiber of his being, he wanted her to understand his devotion. "I won't let anyone take you from me. I can't."

Erik:

Erik Lensherr stood at the balcony of the mansion, gazing out at the sprawling grounds that stretched before him. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, but his mind was elsewhere. Y/N had been on his mind a lot lately, and not just because she was an integral part of their team. There was an intensity to his feelings for her that he had never quite acknowledged—until now.