Literature
Nightmares (Charles Xavier x Reader)
"(Y/N)!"
A sharp whisper woke you up.
You sleepily struggled into a sleeping position, rubbing your eyes.
Blinking, you stared at the figure beside your bed.
Your friend, Charles Xavier, stood in front of you, in all his shirtless glory. Holy smokes.
He shifted his weight from one muscular leg to the other.
"Oh, Charles," you sighed. "You took the serum again."
He bit his upper lip, looking sheepish.
"They gave me nightmares," he said, two fingers pointing to his temples.
He crept into your bed as he always did when he was in need of comfort.
He adjusted himself against you, his arms slinking arou
