#charles xavier x reader
Chapter 4
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Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry to have made you wait so long but sadly I don’t have much free time, I hope to be able to post more often and I will try to make the story shorter.
The following days were very interesting, the lessons with different professors, and obviously the most interesting ones were those with Professor Xavier.
Today Lucille luckily had no class with Professor Xavier. Luckily because she would be fantasizing about him for the whole hour, which she already does throughout the day.
It’s 7pm and Lucille makes her way to the professor’s office to start another lesson of genetics.
To be honest, she finds this situation quite heavy because she has a big crush on him but there’s nothing but student-professor relationship. She wants more but she doesn’t know how. He’s ten years older than her and she feels so embarrassed at times and wouldn’t even know where to start. She doesn’t know how to flirt and the professor would certainly prefer a girl of his same age.
Lucille knocks on the door and the professor opens it immediately.
“Good evening!” he says with that fucking smile of his, leaning on the side of the door.
They look at each other for a few seconds until she gets inside.
“Good evening professor.”
“Um… Lucille, we’ve been studying together for a while now so please call me Charles. I’m tired of the formalities.”
Although he actually loves when she calls him "professor”.
“Only here obviously…”
What was happening ???
“O-okay Charles.” he says shyly.
He smiles at her and the lesson begins.
The atmosphere was somewhat different for both of them. She felt confused that the professor asked her to call him by his name and he felt like he did something inappropriate.
In her head her thoughts are unstoppable and from time to time Charles listens to some of them, enough to interrupt himself while speaking. Lucille has always been quiet enough but today she was more silent. Same thing for Charles. The embarrassment was overwhelming them.
She heads down on the book to avoid his gaze because he does nothing but look at her, probably to read her mind. But he often does it just to look at her, she is so beautiful.
“I can’t take it anymore, he’s so sweet with me… He probably is with everyone, I should stop fantasizing”.
He starts stammering.
“Lucille you can’t fall in love with your professor stop it! …But his hands are so delicate…”
She fell in love with him.
He keeps talking with difficulty knowing he is depriving himself of something they both want.
He goes back a bit because he forgot what he was saying. He can’t take his eyes off her.
“M-mutation took us from single celled organisms… t-to b-being the dominant form of r-reproductive life… on… the…”
He can’t resist anymore. Charles rests his soft lips on hers, feeling his mind free from everything for the first time. He had never felt like this before.
Lucille, too, is kind of bewitched but Charles isn’t using any of his powers and mind controls. It’s love. Just love. Something she has always wanted to feel.
They move away, for a few seconds giving sweet looks to each other and then kissing again. This time with more passion but always very timidly.
After a few seconds they move away again. They keep looking at each other and then both look down.
Lucille doesn’t know what to do, she still feels a very strong emotion inside her but she doesn’t know whether to pretend like nothing happened or to say something. But what? That she loves him? After such a short time?
Charles, like her, blushed, perhaps more than her. He lost control and kissed her. He almost trembles from embarrassment. He’s unable to speak, he’s literally petrified.
“Um… I-I’m-” Charles tries to say something.
Lucille tries to look at him but she’s too ashamed.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t wan-“
“I-It’s okay.” she says with a faint voice.
“Really, I didn’t want to, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay, don’t worry.”
A few moments of silence.
“I think for today’s enough.” says Charles.
“Yeah, so do I.”
She takes her books and stuff quickly to reach the door. Charles reaches her and opens the door for her.
They want to look at each other but shame prevails them. They both are looking down.
“So… have a nice night, see you in the morning…” his soft voice came back.
She gives Charles a little smile and goes away quickly.
The door closes. He feels so guilty. Guilty for ruining their relationship, guilty for not being able to control himself, guilty for doing this with the student he cares the most. The one he cares the most for a reason.
Why she left like that? Charles tought she felt something for him, he was in her mind, he knows what she thinks about him, she wanted that kiss just as much as he did.
He can’t sleep. In the middle of the night Charles is still thinking about that kiss and what happened after. He smiles when he thinks again about her soft lips but that smile last like three seconds.
How should he deal with her now? Should he stop seeing her in the afternoon? Does he have to pretend that nothing ever happened?
This is not what he wants.
This is not what they both want.
The next morning, the bell rings…
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Chapter 3
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She still doesn’t believe she ended up in a mutant school and was offered a kind of study date by the professor she has a crush on. Everything happened so hastily and she sincerely believes that the professor’s offer is more kindness than interest towards her.
It’s time to go. It’s 7 o'clock, Lucille goes towards the professor’s office. She knocks and immediately the door opens.
“Damn you’re on time!” he says with his usual smile.
Actually it’s perhaps one of the few times Lucille arrives on time, but, she would do anything for him.
“Please, come in!”
It’s quite welcoming, but she can’t calm down. Also it seems the professor likes her skirt but he tries not to look at her for too long because he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
“It’s nice here!”
“It is, right?” he replies.
After sitting down, the professor stops the lesson after a few minutes.
“I know it can be boring but from mutant to mutant I recommend you learn these things.“
He really called her mutant. She stops for a moment.
“I actually find it interesting. Everything’s new to me but it’s pleasant to listen to you.”
She can’t have said it out loud.
“Oh really?” he laughs and puts two fingers on his temple.
“We should continue.”
Lucille follows the lesson carefully, or so it seems; he makes sure that she understands him, often giving her a few glances up and down.
The lesson is almost over. Since it’s the first one he prefers not to go on or he would risk boring her for real.
“That’s enough for today. I see you tired.”
“I am a little bit, but I’m fine.”
“Come here.” He takes her hand and makes her sit on the sofa, he sits next to her. “Tell me about yourself.” He takes two glasses and opens the champagne. “We have to celebrate, there is a new beautiful mutant in my school.”
Lucille smiles.
“Well there isn’t much to say, actually nothing. I’m just a girl with powers that are ruining my life but beside that I think everything is okay…”
“Oh no don’t say that! I could understand that you don’t understand them but I’m here to help you with that. I promised. I would like to know what you like and if you like being here.”
“There isn’t much to say, again. I just like to be on my own reading books, I love when it rains and yes, for now I really like being here… Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome! And you will be amazed but I like to be on my own too; I read a lot, I write theses and stuff like that, I concentrate and use my powers and I love when it rains too, I find it… romantic.”
A few moments of silence.
“You should be happy, you know? Your powers are truly exceptional, if you work hard you can learn to know them and dominate them!”
She feels better already.
“Plus you’re the sweetest and most beautiful mutant I’ve ever seen.” he smiles again, gently touching a lock of her hair with two fingers.
Lucille blushes completely and tries to avoid his gaze.
“It’s dinner time, we should go!” she says trying to stop the awkward moment.
“Oh yes, but I think I’ll stay here, I have tests to grade.”
“Okay… thank you very much.”
“No problem, I’ll be here if you need.”
He gently walks her to the door, says goodnight and they both think all night about what just happened.
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Chapter 2
Stay
Author’s Notes: I apologize if I don’t post regularly but I will do my best to be active +reblogs and comments are appreciated!
Summary|Chapter 1|Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Lucille has been here for two days now, she met some people and the professor gave her some time before letting her attend the lessons because he wanted her to think about it without pressure.
It’s 9 in the morning, the genetics lesson is about to begin, almost all the students are in their seats, including the professor who is waiting for everyone to arrive to start the lesson, another group of teenagers enter the classroom when among them the professor notices a new face. He smiles. It’s her.
Lucille starts looking for an empty seat.
Embarrassed, she tries to avoid the professor’s gaze but she just can’t help it. He smiles at her, she blushes and lowers her head to her books pretending to look for the chapter of the day’s lesson.
“I’m glad you’re here”
She suddenly hears a voice in her head. She looks around her like she was mad. The professor smiles again but this time Lucille doesn’t notice.
During the lesson they’re all busy taking notes while she can’t take her eyes off him, she loves hearing him talk, especially in that professional way. To tell the truth, she has always had a thing for cultured men, and for women too…
The lesson is now over, the professor assigns the homework and lets the students go away. As everyone gets their books and stuff, she hears that voice in her head again.
“Wait”
Lucille recognizes his voice, she turns to the professor who looks at her. She stays there in shock until everyone leaves.
The professor approaches the door and closes it slowly. Her heart is beating fast, aware that she obviously has a crush on him.
“So, am I a good teacher?”
She doesn’t know whether to say yes or whether to say that the whole time she has done nothing but imagine kissing him. He laughs softly.
“Were you in my head?”
“Yes I was”
“What are you?”
“Well, first of all, I’m an excellent teacher, then I’m also a telepath, I can communicate with my mind and I can make people do what I want.”
Why hide from her the fact that he can also read minds? …Maybe because deep down he loves hearing her thoughts about him and he don’t want to deprive himself of all of that.
“Sit down please” he says, “I want to offer you something, you’re free to say no but I think it’s good for you to accept…”
“What is it?”
“Okay so… since you weren’t here in the previous classes I wanted to help you study personally. You know, I teach genetics, philosophy and literature, I don’t think it will be easy for you to do everything by yourself”
“Oh… y-yes, thank you, I’d love to!”
“Then I’ll wait for you in my office tomorrow evening.”
Everything stops.
“In your office?!”
“Yes, students always tend to make a mess in the hallways, I would like a place more reserved to stay with you.”
Is this really happening or is she imagining it all? — Which she hopes — A thousand thoughts invade her head, she can no longer stop.
“I hope you enjoy the other lessons, have a nice day!”
What just happened?! Lucille doesn’t want to get weird ideas but she can’t think of anything else.
[…]
The following day passes very slowly; during the lessons Lucille did nothing but glance at the professor and vice versa, anxiously waiting for their meeting.
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Chapter 1
Stay
Author’s Notes: English isn’t my first language so if there are mistakes, forgive me. I will do my best to write correctly.
She’s only seventeen, her powers are so strong but also uncontrollable. She’s the only one in her family who’s “special”, she’s alone and no one is able to help her… for now…
Years spent looking for the right person, until one day, watching tv, she sees a blue human being surrounded by hundreds of people, including police and soldiers. Moments later she realizes it’s not a movie, it’s the news. Incredulous, she sees this nonhuman figure transform back into a beautiful blonde girl. She starts asking herself a thousand questions; she realizes that she’s not the only one.
This comforts her.
She rushes into her room, turns on the computer and starts looking for this girl so she thinks “what if she could tell me what I am? if she could help me understand, help me learn how to manage my powers?“. She can’t find her in any way so she thinks right after it’s not a good idea. She has never met other nonhumans, she doesn’t know if they’re good or bad. Afraid of the idea she gives up.
The following days she doesn’t stop thinking about it; lying on her bed she hears knocking on her door which opens immediately afterwards.
“Honey, you’ve been like this for days, you need someone to help you. I would gladly do it, you know, but I don’t know how. Find that girl.”
“Mom, I’m afraid”
“We’re all afraid of what we don’t know, but fears must also be faced. You know that you have the support of the whole family but we also want you to be fine. Since you told me about it, I’ve done some research too and I found someone who can help you. That girl lives in a mutant school, there’s a certain professor who created all of this, you should try to visit them”.
“Mutants?! There are others?”
“Many others.”
She, shocked, doesn’t know what to say so she remains silent thinking.
“I’ve already talked to your father. Obviously he agrees too that you go there and have a look.“
She doesn’t say anything, she looks at her mother as if she could give her another simpler advice out of nowhere and solve her situation. Her mother smiles at her then takes her hand.
“You know we will always be here for you. Always.”
She leaves the room and Lucille realizes that her mother has left a card in her hand.
“Xavier’s School for gifted youngsters”
Why not give it a try?
The next day, after spending the night thinking about it, she finally decides to go and visit the school. After a long taxi ride Lucille finally arrives in front of an already open gate as if someone were there waiting for her. She looks up and sees a huge building in front of her, almost like a castle. Intrigued, she walks towards the school.
She knocks on the door and immediately they open it.
“Hi, can we help you?”
“Hi, um… yes… I’m looking for the professor”
“Come in, I’ll go call him”
Waiting for him she shyly wanders around the hall when suddenly she hears a voice behind her.
“Hello”
At the sound of the voice she turns around, crossing blue eyes, so bright they seem transparent.
“Lucille Quinn, right? I’m Professor Xavier, Charles Xavier. ”
He approaches to her to shake their hands.
“…Yes, but how-“
“Oh don’t worry, I saw you coming” he says smiling.
That smile embarrasses her, but somehow it was pleasant.
“Can you make me normal again?”
He get close to her.
“No. There’s nothing abnormal in you. Don’t think you’re weird, you’re not. You have a gift that makes you special. Don’t let people judge you.”
He’s so good to her. He understands her. At those words she feels something she had never felt before. She feels good. She looks intensely into his eyes and thinks about how beautiful they are, how relaxing the sound of his voice is.
Seconds after he blushes, a sweet smile lands on the professor’s face, he too was looking into her eyes, her big green eyes.
Suddenly the professor starts talking again.
“Um… I-I can help you control your powers. The best choice would be to stay here with me- US! With us. You have nothing to fear, you’re safe here”.
But there is still something that stops her; she looks at the professor looking for an answer to give him.
“Alright, think about it” he turns and starts walking slowly towards his office. “We will always be here if you change your mind.”
“Wait!”she shouts before the professor is too far away. “Fine”she says softly “promise me you will help me” she says raisingher eyebrows showing her concern.
“I will” he promised giving her a little smile and then walking away.
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Mind Readers
Charles Xavier x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: slightly suggestive dialogue, tooth aching fluff
Author’s Note: this is short and slightly incomprehensible and plotless but idc. Charles xavier i am free any day. Please hit me up.
Summary: you are really good at reading charles mind
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif) (he looked SO GOOD in this movie it was so annoying)
It was hard to know what Charles Xavier was thinking. It was kind of annoying, considering the fact that he always knew what everyone else was thinking. The students could tell when he was unhappy versus when he was pleased, he wasn’t thatdifficult. But it was hard to tell what he wanted next and how he felt about things when he didn’t vocalize them.
Butyou.You somehow could read his microexpressions like no one else in the world.
“Are we sure that one of Y/N’s powers isn’t mindreading?” Scott asked quietly, staring across the yard. It was a nice day at Xavier’s School of Gifted Youngsters. The sun was shining on the greenery and the students while not being too hot. Everyone was comfortable in their shirts and jeans.
“I’m sure Charles keeps some sort of paperwork on everyones powers,” Jean said, sitting beside him. They were sitting underneath a tree, watching carefully as you and Charles strolled on your almost daily walk. You were smiling beautifully, holding a book to your chest. Charles wheeled beside you, watching you, saying hello gently to the people who passed.
“I know that.”Scott shook his head. “But I mean, I know her power is all about invisibility right but sometimes I see her talking to him and am convinced she can read his mind. Can he move his thoughts from one person’s brain to another?”
“He can get in their head but no, he can’t really…well I guess so.”
“Do you think that’s how they communicate? Do you think a side effect of her powers is like massive empathy for exclusively Charles,” Scott muttered, looking up at his redheaded companion. She had a serene look on her face, shaking her head a bit.
“I think after you know each other for years you can just know,”Jean concluded.
“Do you think we’ll get there?”
“Sure. Few more years on us,” she said, shrugging. Scott smiled pleasantly.
You were holding a textbook to one of the classes you were teaching. You had been a student in the very first year the school was opening. Way back when there were only a few teachers but Charles was handling most of it.
It was kind of easy to fall in love with him.
You were just startled that he had fallen in love with your beaming wide eyes in class too.
“Mhm I was thinking about a day off maybe,” you were saying, lips pursed.
“When I hired you and gave you housing, you never said you wanted days off,” he said, looking up at you. You scoffed.
“Gave me housing?”
“Offered my home.”
“Like you did to every single other student?” you asked.
“The students stay in the rooms together.”
“I share my room,” you pouted. He stopped moving, completely pulling the breaks on the wheelchair.
“Darling,” Charles said. “The kids share the rooms with each other. You share a room with me.” You shrugged, only stepping a few steps ahead of him.
“But you didn’t house me in my own room. I live in the same place I work.”
“Days like this I’m itching to know what you’re thinking in that gorgeous mind of yours.” You smiled pleasantly.
“And yet you won’t read my mind because you’re a wonderful boyfriend.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. He flushed, laughing gently.
“Professor,” Scott said, walking up behind the two of you. You met his sunglasses covered eyes. “Miss.Y/L/N. Jean and I were talking.”
“Oh that sounds like a problem waiting to happen,” you said, holding the textbook to your chest.
“He was talking. I was listening,” Jean said, laughing.
“We were wondering.”
“He.”
“I was wondering,” Scott went on. “Do you communicate through Charles’ powers?” You raised your eyebrow.
“We tend to communicate through words,” you said.
“Those times you don’t. Like when you just kind of know what he wants or what he’s going to say.” Scott started to feel slightly like he had approached people who were much higher and cooler than he was but he stuck to his guns. Jean was slightly proud of him.
“Are you asking in case you and Miss Gray continue your relationship?” Charles questioned, slightly cheekily. Jean snorted but Scott was still standing, still wanting to know.
“I am just dying to know.”
“Well Charles has sworn to never recreationally read my mind,” you explained. “And as far as I know he doesn’t…impose his thoughts on me. Do you Charles?”
“No I don’t. As far as I know.”
“So do you have empathy powers or something?”
“Scott, maybe I just know Charles reallywell,” you suggested. Jean smiled, laughing gently through her lips. He shook his head, pursed lips.
“I feel like you’re lying to me.”
“Why on Earth would I lie to you?” you asked, laughing incredulously. You leaned against Charles’ wheelchair.
“The way you say that makes me feel like you’re lying.”
“Scott I promise you, we simply communicate through words,” Charles said. He was thoroughly amused with this situation. He was also slightly impressed when Scott came up to ask.
“Alright,” Scott muttered. “I’ll see you both in class.”
Then he was gone. You laughed out loud as Jean followed him aside.
“Reminds me of us,” you said, smiling. You looked at him and he grabbed your hand. You kissed the back of his palm.
“I don’t think you know me thatwell.”
“Charles,” you said, scoffing. “Aside from perhaps Erik, I think I know you better than anyone else.” You had ventured inside together where there weren’t as many people. Everyone had gone outside with the nice day. You were going to his office, though you hadn’t said that out loud. “I could have run into womanizer Charles Xavier in 1962 and stillknown his end goal.”
“His end goal would probably have been you,” Charles suggested, wheeling around to his desk. You smiled.
“And I would have eaten his cheesy lines up.”
“Mm they were fairly awful back then. I’ve gotten better.” You sat on his desk beside him. You wanted to slide onto his lap but restricted yourself, pushing his hair aside out of his face.
“You’re lucky I didn’t know you back then so I can’t compare.”
“I am incredibly lucky. Not only for that but for this school, these wonderful students and of course,” he grabbed your hand and kissed it, “you.”
“Oh you can take the man out of the 1962 pubs but you can’t take the 1962 pubs out of the man.” He chuckled, neverendingly amused with you.
“Maybe you do deserve a day off.”
“Oh Professor, don’t tease me.”
“I like when you call me Professor.”
“Charles!” You shoved him, giggling.
“Oh you need a seat as well. I have a free one right here.” He moved the wheelchair back, leaving his lap wide open. You shook your head, gesturing to the seats behind the desk.
“What are those?”
“Not worthy of you.”
“Had half a mind to think there were some school sweethearts in here,” Hank said, walking in. You were both still laughing, the love practically oozing off your lips. You put a piece of hair behind your ears.
“It’s this one. He’s never ending.”
“Wouldn’t have to be so cheesy if she weren’t so gorgeous.” You flushed, shaking your head some more.
“Believe me, I’m glad you found each other,” Hank said, standing at the end of the room. “Even if you’re slightly obnoxious.”
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March Favs
here’s my favorite fics i read in march!!
** indicates smut, but if the work says 18+ regardless of sexual content pls respect the author
these are all (character) x fem!reader or (character) x gn!reader
Charles Xavier (X-Men)
Utterly In Euphoria-@iguana-eyanna
Matt Murdock (Marvel)
**(untitled head canon)** - @galaxysgal
**tell me again.**-@clints-lucky-arrow
Bucky Barnes (MCU)
Dropped Pens and Bee Stings-@foreverindreamlandd
Mended Fragments - @ ꜛ
I’m Here - @ ꜛ
Beach Day - @ ꜛ
Need more of that blue in my life - @ ꜛ
Under Pressure-@banditthewriter
Peter 1 (MCU)
sleepless nights-@justauthoring
**Cockwarming**-@peterparkerspooderman
JJ Maybank (OBX)
**wrestle**-@jjs-bitch
Connor (D:BH)
Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)
Waking Up From Hibernation Sickness-@lex-the-flex
Fav Works I Wrote
(little self promo - read them if you want @xoxoavenger)Spider-Man - Peter 1
Never Again - Bucky Barnes
Control - Loki
Mistletoe - Jack Thompson
We Made It - Matt Murdock
Stubborn - Liam Dunbar
Tiffany’s - Tom Holland
Oscars - Tom Holland
Catch - Andrew Garfield
thank u so much for including me in this !! xx
