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Charles Xavier [X-Men]*

This is for @KobayashiMarue
Her grandmother is seriously ill and that's causing her to have a bit of a bad time as I'm sure you can imagine. So this is for her, hope you enjoy! If anyone has any nice words or words of wisdom for her, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

So. Many. Commas. Sorry. Ah.

Trigger Warning: Family member ill

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You sulked into the mansion you'd recently moved into, living in the extravagant building after your marriage to Charles Xavier. You kicked your heels off in the doorway, your bag falling off your shoulders. Tears stained your cheeks, you breathing contained to shallow intakes.

The stairs seemed to be agonizingly long, your feet dragging on the hardwood. Charles laid on his couch in his study, his legs spread out on the cushions. You entered the room, barely receiving a glance from your husband.

"Charles." You stated, you voice unbroken. He grunted in acknowledgment, barely looking up from his paper.

A brief swell of anger consumed you, a newfound energy surging through your body. You drug your feet foreword, collapsing on top of him. The papers crinkled and even torn beneath your weight, but you really didn't care.

"Hello to you too." Charles joked, verbally laughing, thinking you were laughing too. Instead, sobs were wracking through your body at your husband's ignorance.

"Charles!" You shouted, your tears already soaking through his neat shirt. He instantly stopped laughing, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

"I'm sorry, love, I didn't know something was bothering you. I would have stopped reading sooner had I known, I wouldn't have laughed." Charles began to apologize, being cut as you wrapped your arms around his body. It couldn't had been comfortable for him, but you liked feeling pressure on your arms and body.

"My grandmother is in the hospital. It doesn't look good..." You muttered, turning your head to the side so you could breathe. He gently tangled his legs with yours, resting his head comfortably on a pillow.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know how much she means to you, darling." Charles whispered, pressing his soft lips to your forehead. His chest tensed with the news, the muscles tightening as he feared for your mental state. You had a history of being down, he wanted nothing more than to keep that from happening.

"She practically raised me with my mother. Charles, I don't want to lose her!" You cry, his shirt continuing to get more sopping wet the more you cried. You hadn't cried since the news, so it felt better to let it all out.

"I know, I know. I don't either." Charles soothed, gentling rubbing your back. He slowly rocked back and forth, just a little. Normally, he could easily carry you with his amount of muscle, despite not looking it. But having someone pin him to the couch made it just a little more difficult.

"I don't know what I would do.." You whisper, moving one of your hands to his waist. You gently rubbed his side with your thumb, mimicking the motion he was making on your back.

"You would take some time to grieve with me by your side any chance I could get. As long as you want me there of course. And then you would move on after a while. Now, I've only met her the once, at our wedding, so I'm sure she was on her best behavior." Charles began, rambling to include as much detail as he could, knowing you liked to hear it all. "But, I'm sure she wouldn't want you to dwell. She's old, Y/N. If she knew you as well as I do, she had a happy life, especially knowing you. So it'll be okay in the end, no matter what happens. It'll be okay."

"I swear you heard about it and rehearsed that." You managed to joke, trying to use your positive thinking skills. Charles had helped you learn them after you began to study at the academy, your mutation always upsetting you.

"I didn't, but I'm proud of you for the small joke. If things go bad, remember the small happy things in life, love." He smiled softly, continuing to rub your back.

"But things will go bad-"

"You don't know that. Things will be okay in the end."

"I don't know, Charles.. I just don't want to think about this anymore."

"Okay, then let's not. Let's take a small break from it. You can keep crying if you'd like though." Charles told you, willing to go along with what you wanted.

"Good because the tears aren't stopping." You mumble, closing your eyes you felt love swelling through your body instead of anger. "Little things that make me happy, huh? Flowers make me happy. The way you hold me. That makes me happy too. And soft, innocent kisses. And butterflies. And books."

"There you go." Charles encouraged, stopping rubbing your back to put his hands on your waist. He gently planted a kiss on your forehead, smiling slightly. "It'll all be okay in the end, I promise."

You gently nodded, the tears slowly slowing down. You both remained entangled in each other, feeling just a little bit better knowing it'll all be okay in the end.