X-Men Oneshots

You being catcalled

Charles:

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the streets of Westchester. Y/n strolled alongside Charles, her laughter mingling with the evening breeze. It was one of those perfect days when the world felt right, and nothing could disturb their peace. As they made their way back to the mansion after a day out, Y/n felt a warmth in her chest, the kind that only came from being with the man she loved.

"Did you hear that?" Y/n asked, nudging Charles playfully as she pointed to a group of teenagers across the street. They were gathered outside a small café, their laughter spilling into the air.

Charles smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. "What is it, my dear?"

As if on cue, one of the boys from the group called out, "Hey there, gorgeous! Why don't you come over here and brighten our day?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed a light pink, partly from embarrassment and partly from the thrill of the attention. She turned to Charles, expecting to share a laugh about it, but noticed the shift in his expression. The warmth in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a protective intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Charles?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Before she could finish her thought, Charles's demeanor changed. His smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "Stay close to me," he instructed, his voice steady but edged with an underlying tension.

Y/n felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a twinge of worry. Charles had always been a beacon of calm, but his protective instincts kicked in when it came to her. "They're just being silly," she reassured him.

But Charles wasn't convinced. He took a step closer to her, subtly positioning himself between her and the group of boys. "That kind of attention isn't harmless, Y/n. You deserve respect."

She reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "I appreciate it, Charles. But I can handle a little catcalling. It's not the end of the world."

At that, Charles's brows knitted together. "That doesn't mean you should have to tolerate it. I won't let anyone make you uncomfortable."

As they approached the café, one of the boys stepped forward, a cocky grin on his face. "Come on, we just want to say hi. No harm in that, right?"

Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but Charles cut her off. "You should keep your comments to yourself," he said, his voice low and firm. "She's with me. Show some respect."

The boy blinked in surprise, taken aback by the authoritative tone. His friends shuffled awkwardly, unsure whether to laugh or retreat. After a moment of silence, they turned away, mumbling half-hearted apologies.

Y/n's heart raced, a mixture of admiration and love swelling within her. "Wow, you really put him in his place," she said, grinning up at him.

Charles sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone objectifying you. You're more than a pretty face, Y/n. You're brilliant, compassionate, and so much more."

She blushed at his praise, feeling a warmth spread through her. "And you're my knight in shining armor."

He chuckled softly, a hint of his usual warmth returning. "If only I had actual armor. I'd probably trip over it."

They continued walking, and Y/n couldn't help but lean into him, feeling safe and cherished. "Thank you for being so protective. But really, I'm fine. I promise."

"I know you can handle yourself," he replied, glancing down at her with a soft smile. "It's just that my instincts kick in when I see someone disrespecting you."