Requested by @CharlRogers

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Charles woke up to a scream that ripped him out of his sleep. He felt his body freeze, then shooting up and running to Y/N, who he knows was that screamed.

When he arrived in her room, she was in the corner of the ceiling, floating with a faint f/c line covering her body. Everyone in the room floated a couple inches off the ground.

"Y/N!" He called.

It's been a regular thing, unfortunately. Charles has been there for her for all these nightmares and grown fond and protective over the h/c haired girl.

She whimpered and mumbled out a weak "Go away." The small objects in the room suddenly flew straight towards him. Her voice was stronger now. "Go away!"

"Y/N!" He screamed.

Everything in the room dropped. He learned to never let her have glass, porcelain or anything fragile. Y/N fell from the ceiling and on to the floor, her body landing in a soft thud and slumping down input a fetal position.

Charles immediately rushed to help her but she flinched at his touch.

A shape pang smacked his heart as she didn't meet his eyes. Her pupils were small and in a panic state still.

"Y/N..." He called out softly.

Her pupils dilated and her eyes darted to meet his. "C-Charles..." She didn't reach out to touch him but shrunken away even more, burying her face into her knees and hands. "I-I'm s-sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for, darling." He reached out and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. "I'm right here for you."

She didn't say anything back but sobbed into her knees.

Charles felt pain that he couldn't do anything for her. He tried several times to try and remove the memories but they just keep coming back. When he removed them, she still had nightmares but she just didn't know what they were about, the reaction was usually worse.

It hurt him that she didn't reach out for him when he was there. She pretended like she can handle everything when he knows that she can't.

"I'm right here, darling." He pressed a kiss into her hair. "Just reach out whenever."

"Thank you, Charles." She said, softly. "I-I'm sorry for the trouble I cause you."

"I don't mind, as long as you are okay." He smiled at her, but she didn't see as she stayed curled up.

Sighing, mentally, he wished that she could see that she didn't have to do this alone and that she was perfect, just a little damaged but it's what made her so special.

Wrapping his arms around her, he gently lifted her up and put her in her bed.

Tears stained her eyes. She didn't meet his concerned gaze. Her clothes were rumpled and it didn't help him knowing that she would be crying herself to sleep.

"Do you..." He hesitated. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked, cautiously.

She didn't answer, so he started to get up. But her quiet voice stopped him.

"Will you?" She asked, glancing at him. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Of course, darling." He offered her a gentle smile. "I'll always stay."