X-Men Oneshots

You being drunk

Charles:

The lively chatter of the bar surrounded Y/n and Charles as they celebrated a rare night off from their responsibilities at the school. With the energy in the air and laughter echoing, she felt invigorated, ready to enjoy the evening.

"Just one more drink!" she declared, raising her glass filled with a bright cocktail. "To a night of freedom!"

Charles chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just remember, we have an early morning tomorrow for the training session."

Y/n waved her hand dismissively. "Come on! Live a little, Professor!"

After a few more rounds, Y/n's laughter filled the air, blending with the upbeat music. As she danced on the small area by their booth, the alcohol buzzed through her, heightening her carefree spirit. But soon, she began to lose her balance, teetering dangerously.

"Y/n!" Charles exclaimed, concern flooding his voice as he reached out just in time to catch her before she stumbled. "I think it's time we slow down a bit."

"Just having fun!" she giggled, leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I love that you're having fun," he said softly, his hand brushing her hair away from her face. "But I'd prefer it if you did so safely. You know I worry about you."

Y/n looked up at him, her heart swelling at the warmth in his gaze. "I know, Charles. But I'm fine. Really."

As the night continued, she felt the effects of the drinks wash over her. When a few overly confident patrons approached their table, trying to engage her in conversation, she felt a wave of unease.

"Why don't you come dance with us?" one of them slurred, a hint of annoyance creeping into Charles's expression.

"Actually, she's with me," Charles interjected firmly, his protective nature surfacing. The tone of his voice left no room for argument.

The men stepped back, surprised by his intensity. "Chill out, man. Just trying to have some fun."

Y/n felt a rush of gratitude as she looked up at Charles. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning closer to him.

"Always," he replied softly, his arm wrapping securely around her waist.

As they left the bar, Y/n leaned heavily on Charles, who was attentive to her every sway. "Let's get you some water," he suggested, guiding her gently through the streets.

Once they reached his apartment, he helped her settle onto the couch. "Stay right here," he instructed, disappearing into the kitchen. When he returned, he handed her a glass of water. "You need to hydrate."

"Thanks, Charles," she said, taking a sip. "I really had a great time tonight."

"I did too," he replied, his voice filled with affection as he sat beside her, ensuring she was comfortable. "But next time, let's stick to two drinks, okay?"

Y/n giggled, nodding. "Deal."

As the evening wore on, Charles kept an eye on her, brushing his fingers through her hair as she snuggled into his side. "Just rest. I'm here," he whispered, his voice soothing.

In that moment, surrounded by his warmth, Y/n felt safe, cherished, and utterly loved.

Erik:

The bar was dimly lit, and Y/n could feel the buzz of excitement as she and Erik entered. It was their first night out since he had returned from a long mission, and she was determined to make it special.

"Let's celebrate!" she cheered, raising her glass as they settled into a booth.

"Just remember to pace yourself," Erik replied, his tone light yet laced with genuine concern.