Prompt:
Could I request a Charles Xavier thingy where he’s still on that serum stuff
and he’s due for a dose but you convince him not to and comfort him as he
cries??
Note:
This is hella cute omg. Charrrlessss.
Warnings:
Crying Charles, Make-out session
It was a warm evening that you and Charles
were entangled on his couch, your lips on his, and his hands all over you. It
was blissful, a storm of passion. But it was interrupted by an alarm of some
sort. You stopped moving, and instead rested your head on his chest. He ran his
fingers through your hair, stopping to breath.
“What’s the alarm for?” you asked. He sighed
and started to sit up.
“My medication,” he replied, standing up from
the couch to go get another treatment.
“Charles…” you spoke softly. You were a
mutant too. You understood. And losing his legs couldn’t be easy, but if you
had powers like his, you wouldn’t trade them for anything. It had taken you years to come to terms with his powers,
and here he was throwing them out for the ability to walk.
“You know I have to do this, (Y/N),” he
sighed, pulling a syringe full of the green-yellow serum out of his gear.
“But you don’t have to,” You told him,
pulling your hair back up into a ponytail. When you were done, you lit the tip
of your finger with a tiny flame and tended to the fire in the fireplace. “You
helped me learn to use my powers. I can help you ease back into yours.”
“I can’t go back. I’m too far gone,” He shook
his head, sighing. “I can’t. The pain. The voices…”
“Please Charles,” you pleaded, looking into
his eyes. “You and I both know there’s a battle coming. We need you at your
best if we’re going to stand a chance.”
“You’re not clairvoyant,” Charles replied.
“No, but Hank and I have been talking…”
“So you have
been talking,”
“Hank is smarter than you and I combined. We
can’t ignore the facts, Charles. There’s a fight coming and we need you.”
“I can’t fight the pain, (Y/N),” he shook his
head, looking away. “You don’t understand.”
“Maybe I don’t. But I’m here for you. You
have me. I’ll help you through it, no matter how difficult it makes things. I
promise.”
“I…”
“Charles,” You walked forward and rested your
hand on his, pushing it to the table and forcing him to put down the syringe. “Look
at me,” He hesitantly obeyed, meeting your eyes. His began to water, welling
with tears.
“Please don’t leave me,” He stepped forward,
his legs wobbling and unstable. He stumbled into your arms. You dragged him to
the couch and pulled him on top of you. He cried as his legs lost all feeling.
“Shhhh,” You shushed him gently, stroking his
head. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.”
“It hurts,” he whispered, the pain obvious in
his voice. He shook with sobs, gripping you tightly and burying his face in
your chest.
“I know,” You tried to sooth him. “But I’m
here. Always.”
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