Charles Xavier x reader fanfictions

Lycopene's

Warnings: mild coarse language.
Y/n= Your name
E/c= Eye colour

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT." You coughed.
Charles placed his drink on the table beside yours and chuckled a bit.
"That would be the Lycopene's...
They always get stuck on the tongue." Hank smirked.
"Well there's not much to like." You covered your mouth in fear you were going to vomit.
"Really?" Charles choked on the rest of his drink, laughing at you.
"Sorry I had to say it." You said making a disgusted face looking at the fowl drink.
"What exactly is in this.. concoction  of yours hank." Charles questioned.
"It's probably best if you don't know." Hank shrugged and walked off behind his lab desk.
"I'm gonna kill you after this." You glared at hank and you downed the rest of your glass.
"God, that's fowl."
"Hangover gone though?" Charles asked.
"Yup."
"So it was worth It?" He laughed.
"Nope." You said kicking Charles' wheelchair.
"What was that for?" He asked shocked.
"Getting me drunk stupid."
"You were fine with it last night." He said with a devilish smirk.
"Don't you do that thing that you do Charles." You pointed your finger at him, swirling it around.
"What thing?"
"The thing that you make me think that it was my fault and you didn't do anything!" You coughed, the drink threatening to come back up on you.
"I don't use my telepathy on you." He put his arms up in defence.
"Yea but you still do, that thing with the words and then twisting mine." You said with your arms flapping about.
"Calm down, love."
"Oh don't you love me. You word twister." You said in an accusing manner.
"Is that the best you got?" He chuckled.
"No, just.. shut up my brains still not working properly."
You and Charles heard hank giggle in the background.
"What's that smug look for?" You crossed your arms staring at hank.
"Your like a married couple." He said honestly.
You and Charles looked you eachother and blushed.
"Shut up McCoy." You trudged out of the room and Charles quickly followed stopping straight infront of you.
"What are you doing, moron." You glared at Charles.
"Moron? You said genius last night." Charles smirked and you punched him in the shoulder and kept walking. Charles came up beside you still laughing.
"What's so funny shorty."
"Hey, I'm not short." He defended.
"In that wheelchair you are!" You yelled.
"Now your just lashing out."
"It's true." You looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders.
"Well I can't exactly help that, love." He said sadly.
"Oh don't do that, now your gonna make me feel bad for saying that."
"Well you should!"
You gave Charles a shocked expression
"How dare you."
"How dare you." Charles mimicked with a smile.
"Don't Charles!" You whined and stopped in the middle and of the hallway.
"About last night." Charles moved infront of you.
"What about last night?" You asked avoiding his gaze.
"I think we should talk."
"Of course you think we should talk. There's nothing to talk about." You kept moving.
"Oh I think there's is." Charles laughed again and you walked away blushing.

You ran into Charles' study laughing
"I'm so dead!" You laughed.
"What's going on?" He asked confused.
"I don't know?"
"You obviously did something." He said putting his pen down.
"How do you know?" You crossed your arms leaning against the door.
"You've got that face." He smirked.
"What face!" You snorted and glared at him.
"That 'I've done something and I'm not gonna admit I've done it' face." He said as a matter of factly.
"Oh shut up."
"Your the one that came bursting into my office." He came over to you and sat you down on his chair.
"I need a drink." You got up breaking into his liquor cabinet.
"Go ahead, love. I don't usually let my students have my whiskey but, your an exception." He smiled
"I'm not one of your students, Charles." You grumbled pulling out an unopened bottle.
"You sure act like one." Charles mumbled quietly.
"Well maybe if you didn't treat me like one, I wouldn't act like that." You whisper sipping the whiskey.
"If you weren't so stubborn and childish I wouldn't have to." He whisper yelled at you as you poured him a drink.
You slid it across his desk and he stopped it with his hand.
"I can't." He shook his head.
"Why not?" You smirked.
"I'm working." He mouthed to you.
"Your always working." You mumbled back.
"Is that a hint of-"
"No." You scoffed
"You didn't even-"
"Know what you were gonna say, I may not be a telepath, but I know you to well!" You whisper yelled.
"Why are we whispering?"
"I don't know." you laughed
"Drink and talk?" You raised your glass.
"Looks like you do know me well y/n."
"Of course Charles."
You and Charles raised your glasses and drunk the rest of the afternoon away as you talked.

You were lying in Charles lap on his lounge by the fire holding your glass loosely, your words had a slight slur to them as you talked about the world to Charles.
You looked up at him and sat yourself the right way up resting your head on his chest
"You know mutation took us from single cell organisms to the-" he started to say but you cut him off.
"Yes, I do know Charlie." You mumbled into his shirt.
You slid down a bit and reached for the large whiskey bottle and held it up. Charles looked at it and laughed.
It was completely empty, you clonked it in the ground and rolled your glass next to Charles'.
"You know, your the prettiest mutant I've ever met."Charles pulled your face up to his.
"You are defiantly drunk."
"I think you mean definitely, y/n." He chuckled.
"No, I mean defff... fuck I don't know." You stopped and stared into his ocean blue eyes.
"Y/n, I mean it, the way your e/c eyes twinkle and swirl." He twisted your hair between his fingers.
"I don't think eyes swirl but okay."
"The sway of your hair-"
"Shhhh shh." You giggled putting your finger to his lips as you stared into each others eyes.
You inched closer and nipped his bottom lip, you tasted the whiskey on his warm breath before you dived in for the full meal.
Charles kissed back pulling you onto him.
You both pulled away and you fell asleep on his shoulder.

"We don't need to talk about it Charles, I was drunk, you were drunk... we all do weird things." You waved your hands about trying to get off the conversation.
"Sometimes things we do when we aren't conscious of what we're doing, reveals truth." He reached for your hand and squeezed it.
"Is that some kind of metaphor?" You asked and he smiled impressed with himself.
"My very own, yes."
"Right, as I said there's nothing to talk about Charles." you go to walk away but Charles grabs your hand again.
"Your just like those Lycopene's, always getting stuck on the tongue!"
"I love you."
Your mind immediately jumps to 'this moment is so cliché'
"I know that this is so cliché, but it's true, I can't deny it anymore." He breathed out.
"Now your gonna make me confess my love and make me look like an idiot." You crossed your arms and looked at your feet.
"I love you."
"I think your still drunk Charles. Or that's the hangover talking." You shook your head denying his words.
"It's true, y/n. I'm deeply in love with you." He pulls your hand and you fall into his lap, noses touching.
"I don't have to read your mind to know what your thinking right now."
"Then kiss me Charles."
He kissed you with no hesitation when you were suddenly interrupted by a cough.
"Classes are about to end, I don't think you wanna be caught making out in the hallways." Hank laughed walking away.

A/N: I love this one, sorry it's so long. Hope you guys enjoy.
Btw, Lycopene's are the red carotenoid pigment in tomatoes, berries and such.