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myriadimagines · 5 years

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Iron Facade

Marvel (X-Men) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Erik Lehnsherr

Other Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier

Warnings: —

Request: “Oh sorry! Okay so, Erik x reader, reader has been in love with Erik for a long time, but she hides it well and no one knows about it. So Erik, who's also in love with her, doesn't think she likes him. Then Charles accidentally reads her mind and finds out about her feelings, and then accidentally tells Erik and he confronts reader about it. Is that enough detail? 😊” – anonymous

Word Count: 1,517

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The X-Men are well aware to not be in a room with you and Erik. It’s an unspoken rule, one almost seemingly engraved into the walls and burned into permanent memory. Alex had been the victim of breaking the rule once, accidentally walking into the library with you in the midst of a conversation, and not fleeing straight away when you opened the doors to find Erik inside. The moments where he lingered before he finally excused himself were excruciating, and he found himself practically asphyxiated by the unspoken tension, the heaviness of an unaddressed conversation that so desperately needed to be heard aloud pressing against his chest.

He had brought it up you about it later, almost afraid to ask but too curious not to, and you had simply replied with a shrug, eyes darting away from his as your gaze fixated on the floor, hearting pounding so hard out of your chest you felt as if it were vibrating the entire mansion with each palpitation.

Alex, as well as everyone else, eventually made the silent decision to avoid mentioning Erik’s name in front of you, and your name in front of Erik.

However, despite their initial interpretations, your wildly beating heart and chosen silence around Erik didn’t come out of a place of hatred. The opposite, in fact — you’re in love with him, yet you hide it so well you have everyone fooled.

Erik included.

Erik avoids you, too afraid of making a fool of himself as he’s done countless times before. Botched conversations that always seem to fall flat due to their one-sided nature. Nervous stammering of what is supposed to be a compliment, but comes out as a weird remark that Erik can’t quite execute properly in the tone he intends to talk to you in. You unravel him, pulling strand by strand away from his core and leaving him in a tangled, spinning mess as he tries his best to keep a grip. Your coolness flusters him, your indifference sending him into an uncharacteristic panic, and Erik, just once, wants to be able to make you smile.

He’s seen you smile with your friends, a scene so beautiful he wish he could live in that captured moment forever. He wishes he could be the cause of that smile, wishes he could be the one to make you laugh, yet Erik feels as though he’ll never be able to break through the hardened exterior, the iron facade, that you always defensively put up around him.

You can’t help it. You wish you could. Wish you could allow yourself to soften around him, melt into the gooey puddle that you feel on the inside when you feel his eyes on you, but your fear of rejection, fear of him being unable to love you the way you love him stops you from doing so. You wish you could speak around him, yet to string together a single, cohesive sentence feels like the hardest of tasks when Erik is standing in front of you. Cotton balls fill your throat up to your cheeks and your words dry up on your tongue.

Erik’s in love with you, so utterly in love with you where his love practically rivals your own, but how can he cope with being in love when he’s only met with your reserved disposition and aloofness? And how are you to know his feelings when all he can manage to tell you are fragmented words paired with anxious eye contact?

It’s a tragedy in which the two of you are trapped in, suffering in your prolonged silence neither of you can manage to break.

—

“y/n?” Charles calls out softly to you, catching your attention from your dazed trance, staring out the window at the intricate shadows the trees outside cast on the lawn. He leans forward on his armchair, flashing an apologetic smile as his hand lingers on your doorknob. “Have you seen Erik?”

You blink at Charles, a split second before your mouth opens to respond, but the way Charles’ expression morphs stops you. His gaze bores into your as if he can see something so etched into your eyes, as if he can see through your pupils and into your brain.

He sees Erik’s smile. Erik smiling while playing chess with Charles, Erik smiling while in a conversation with Raven. He can hear Erik laughing, chuckling to himself over a joke Peter makes from across the room, Erik struggling to hold back his amused laughter as Scott and Alex have a silly, brotherly argument from their rooms across the hall from each other.

Then, he sees Erik looking right at him. Or you, more accurately, as he feels the your overwhelming feelings for him surging through his very veins. Charles watches Erik’s tender gazes at you before he quickly looks away, the faintest tint of red creeping into his cheeks as he tries to stammer out a greeting. Charles can feel his own heart pounding in his chest, mirroring your own elevated heartbeat upon hearing Erik’s name, and Charles quickly pulls himself out of your mind as he shakes his head, appearing nonchalant despite his startling discover. He, like everyone else, had assumed you didn’t like Erik, yet what he had just seen in your mind had proved otherwise.

Charles stops you before you can try to answer his question. “Actually, no matter. I think I might know where he is. Thank you, y/n.”

Before you can stop him, he spins around in his armchair, gently closing the door behind him, mind rattling as he decides how to process his newfound information.

—

Erik passes by you in the hallway as he walks beside Charles, meekly raising his hand as he attempts to wave hello, but you pass by him without so much as a glance. Your name leaves his lips, yet so quietly that even Charles struggles to hear his friend. Erik turns to look over his shoulder as he watches your retreating back turn the corner, before turning to Charles and asking, “Why do you think y/n hates me?”

Charles doesn’t respond, instead avoiding eye contact as he now knows the truth. It had been weeks since he had read your mind, and he feels like he owes it to his friend to tell him, tell him that the girl he’s so in love with indeed loves him back despite her facade, yet he knows better than to spill such a huge secret of yours. Erik lets out a defeated sigh, shoulders slumping as he looks back at the corner again, a wordless plea for you to come back just so he can see you again. “She barely even looks at me.”

“How can you be so certain it’s because she hates you?” Charles asks, raising an eyebrow at Erik, trying his best to hint at your hidden affection for him, yet Erik shakes his head firmly, his impression of you solid in his mind.

“I doubt it’s anything else.” Erik replies, exasperated. “I mean, it couldn’t possibly be because-”

“She loves you, Erik.” Charles interjects quietly, unable to contain himself and watch Erik torture himself over your every move any longer. Erik scoffs, clearly in disbelief, before he registers Charles’ serious expression, and Erik has to remind himself that Charles is a telepath, after all.

Erik’s mouth opens, stumbling over his shocked words, before he suddenly spins on his heel, sprinting in the direction you had just walked down, leaving Charles alone as he shakes his head. Erik finds you in your room, the door slightly ajar as you perch yourself on your bed, thumbing over a page of your book before your eyes flicker to the door upon hearing it creak open. You startle upright as Erik walks into the room, eyes narrowing as you ask, “Can I help you, Erik?”

“I know.” he simply says, and your heart skips a beat. Despite the vagueness of his statement, despite the infinite possibilities that could accompany it, from the way Erik looks at you, you almost can immediately tell what he is referring to. Slightly breathless, he repeats, “I… I know.”

The two of you stare at each other, almost frozen in place as your heart beats louder now, ringing in your ears like an exploding bomb with each beat. Erik can feel himself struggling with his words, and he balls his hands into fists, angry at himself for not being more eloquent around you when there are so many things he wants to tell you.

The words he finally manages to say, the words that finally manage to spill out of his lips are, “And I’ve been in love with you too, this whole time, this whole damn time, and I’m- I’m sorry I couldn’t say it earlier.”

Almost immediately, the brick wall of your expression crumbles, eyes brightening as finally, finally, Erik sees the beautiful smile that he fell in love with appear on your face. It only grows by the second, and Erik only falls more and more in love.

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