A/N: Based on a post on tumblr: "Imagine your OTP having never met at all. But one day as Person A is walking throughout the park, they spot Person B just a few feet away. Person A stares at Person B, feeling the strongest connection, or as if they've met each other somehow. Person B looks towards Person A and their eyes widen, unmistakably feeling that same connection."
Ehehehe. Sorry for the lame title.
Erik had never believe in love however cliche that sounded. It was only the thing that happened in the movie, where one guy could be so desperately in love with one woman and they could live happily ever after and shits like that. Or probably it happened for everyone else. But not him. Erik was pretty sure that he was the exception in the rule that 'love is for everyone' no matter how many times his mother insisted that he just needed time.
Erik was in his mid 30s. He had his job as a head engineer in Stark Industries. He had his own apartment, a decent one in the middle of Manhattan. He was wealthy enough that he could buy his mother a house in the suburb. 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.' That was a bullshit. Erik didn't want a wife nor he needed a partner. He was perfectly fine with being alone and spending his weekend with his mother or drinking with several 'friends' that he had.
He was totally content with his life.
(But when Erik looked back at his life before meeting him, it was probably because Erik hadn't even known that there was a missing piece in his life)
Erik was having a normal walk through the park like he usually did every Sunday Morning when he spotted him.
His face was attractive enough that would definitely make people look at him twice but other than that, he was pretty average. Despite the fact that he was probably in his late 20s, he wore clothes like an old man—a too big blue cardigan that covered half of his hands. He had floppy brown hair and what he was doing was just feeding the pigeons, the usual thing that people did in the park but when Erik could not look away.
Erik knew that it sounded so cliche and stupid and that it went all the way against what he believed but he knew that he finally found the 'one', whatever that 'one' might be. His logic had gone somewhere else because he felt such a strong connection to this man that it was like he had known him somewhere.
Erik wanted to know about him. Erik needed to know about him.
Erik didn't know how long he actually stared but after a moment, maybe because the stranger felt that he was being stared at, the man looked over his shoulders and what Erik saw was a pair of the brightest blue he had ever seen. He could not even describe what shades of blue was that. The man's eyes widened a fraction and then Erik realized how red the color of his lips and how attractive the man actually was under that old man cardigan.
The man smiled a fraction at him and Erik smiled back, feeling his heart beating very hard against his rib cage. He didn't even realize what he was actually doing, but apparently his legs started moving by themselves and the next thing he knew he was just a few feet away from the man.
"Hello," greeted the man with a faint trace of English accent. Erik loved his voice already.
"Hi," greeted Erik back. "I am Erik," said Erik introducing himself offering his hand. The man's smile grew wider and accepted Erik's hand. His hand was soft compared to Erik's calloused hand and also smaller but still very masculine. He had a pretty strong grip.
"I am Charles Xavier. It is a pleasure to meet you, Erik," said the man—no, Charles. Erik had never felt happier by just knowing someone's name like this.
This was the story of how Erik met the love of his life.
A/N: thanks for reading!