Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader
Request: Hi! I’m sorry for the bother ^^ Are you still taking fic requests? There was a story for a ship you made with Charles Xavier where the reader is absolutely clueless in romance and doesn’t get his approaches and constantly asks about the girl he likes (not realising that it’s her) and he finally tells her the truth straight. Would you please please write this ship like a fanfiction? - for beautiful anon
A/N: aaahhh my second fic is here!! I’m really sorry it took me so long and I hope it won’t happen again! I loved writing this one. Enjoy!
“Hey, y/n,” you heard from behind. As you turned around you saw Charles coming closer to you, with an excited look on his face.
“Hey!” you greeted him, with a broad smile you weren’t able to suppress. Yes, you had a crush on him. You’re not a kid anymore, why do you still have silly crushes? you thought constantly. It was a question that popped on your mind quite often. You never thought he would like you back and, honestly, you never saw any sign of it either so you never confessed this to him. “What’s up?”
“I’m going for a walk around the gardens and I wanted to know if you wanted to come,” he said, an innocent smile showing on his face. You didn’t know this, but he liked you back. A lot. The only problem was you didn’t seem to get the hints he sent you. Charles would usually invite you to go for walks where you would talk non-stop about everything and anything. More than once, he bought you flowers hoping for you to realize about his true feelings.
You, on the other hand, were totally oblivious of the true purpose behind his plans and always viewed this small, though meaningful, gestures as no more than friendly. You were so clueless, so blinded by your own feelings, you didn’t notice someone else’s.
“I’d love to,” you replied showing him a kind smile; the type of smile that made Charles melt in the insides and fall for you even harder.
The gardens were especially beautiful that day. It was a warm and sunny afternoon, the sun shined through the trees’ brunches and the welcoming atmosphere relaxed you. While you were strolling, Charles was telling one of his many stories, the ones you never got tired of listening. Once he finished, you fell into a comfortable silence.
“So,” he said, “I noticed you started spending more time with Hank. Is there something going on between you two?” He did his best to hide the sadness in his voice, but hiding feelings was never one of his best talents. You didn’t realize this, of course.
“No, we’re just friends. He’d been helping me with something this week,” you replied innocently. “And what about you? Is there a special someone?” You figured if you weren’t going to be with Charles, the least you could do was make sure he chose the right person. You wouldn’t want him to end up hurt.
“Actually, there is. A girl I’ve liked for a long time.”
You heard the noise of something breaking. It was your heart. Your stupid heart that liked people that weren’t going to like you back. Your stupid heart that already expected this, but broke anyways. Your stupid heart that loved Charles Xavier.
“Really? And who’s she?” you asked smirking, hiding your feelings completely from the outer world. “Do I know her?”
“Yes, you do. But I’m not telling who she is,” Charles chuckled. He was so relieved that you weren’t interested in Hank that he felt like he could jump around the place. “I don’t think she realized I like her yet, though I’ve been pretty obvious. She’s clueless with this kind of things,” he grinned at the thought.
“Just tell me who she is and I’ll investigate for you,” you insisted, trying to convince him to confess.
“No, I won’t fall for that, y/n. You’ll have to do better,” the mutant answered, praying he wasn’t blushing in front of you.
“Oh c'mon! Seriously?” You weren’t giving up, but your persuasive resources were running out.
“If only you could read minds…” he said faking sadness as a way to make you laugh and forget about it. Charles didn’t feel ready to confess his feelings for you.
You tried insisting again, but failed miserably. However, before giving up you had one more weapon in your arsenal. Puppy dog eyes. It was the one thing you knew he wouldn’t resist. More than once you’d get away with something because of them. Other mutants in the school would joke saying it was another of your abilities. You knew it’d work.
“No, y/n, that’s not fair. No! Don’t!” he tried to avoid it, but when his expression softened, you acknowledged your win. “Ugh, fine. It’s you. Happy? I like you. A lot, by the way.” His smile faded away and now seriousness invaded his eyes. Charles avoided your gaze, looking at the ground like if he was embarrassed.
What?! was all that came to your mind at the moment. Was it really happening? Was it just a hallucination? No. It wasn’t. You heard him very clearly. And did he say he’s been obvious about it? You knew you weren’t the best at picking up signs but it still surprised you how clueless you could be sometimes. You were so immersed into these thoughts you didn’t realize your outside didn’t show the happiness you felt in the inside.
“I knew it. You don’t like me,” he deduced from your face. “Look, I don’t want you to feel pity or anything, okay? I just don’t want to stop being friends with you,” Charles was starting to get worried, but then he spotted a smile growing on your face. “Why are you smi-”
But you didn’t give him the chance to finish his question as you interrupt him with a kiss. You couldn’t believe it. Neither of you could. You run your hands through his hair while his hands were gently placed on the small of your back. Slowly, you pulled away, gazing at him. He was grinning widely with no intention of hiding it. You were too.
Guess you were really clueless when it came to love.