Imagines/oneshots Book 1

98. charles Xavier - Thanksgiving

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So this is really late, really short, has no romantic interest, and kinda sucks. So enjoy my little comfort story.

Song: falling skies by yungblud
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I sat on the couch in the lounge and flipped through the channels of the TV. I had gotten up at 8 to be extra ready for the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade to start at 9:00. I didn't want anyone to have taken the TV before I had a chance to pursue what had once been one of my favorite family holiday traditions. That and watching our hometowns Thanksgiving day parade that was equally as exciting. I placed the remote on the arm rest of the couch and wiggled myself down into the cocoon of blankets I had lugged down from my room for maximum comfort. From what I had heard the professor didn't really do Thanksgiving per say, which made sense since the students who were still doing right by their parents went home for the holidays so there's was no need. I pulled a blanket up to my chin and breathed heavily. Suddenly there was a woosh of wind and the channel changed. I sat up and looked around.

"Peter I swear to God if that's you!"

There was another gust and Peter stopped behind the couch and tugged at my hair.

"What are you doing down here so early?"

I yanked the remote from his hand and put it back on the channel I needed.

"I'm waiting for the parade to start."

I settled back into the couch. He laughed.

"You did not seriously get up early just to watch the parade did you?"

He sat beside me.

"Yes Peter, actually I did."

Suddenly The professor wheeled in.

"Peter, I thought you'd be on your way home by now yeah?"

He rolled his eyes and stood off the couch.

"Have a happy Thanksgiving y/n."

I offered a small smile before looking at my lap. Charles moved further into the room.

"I don't want you to think me rude, y/n,"

I sent him a look.

"Professor you don't have to do that."

He looked down before looking back at me.

"Do you mind if I watch the parade with you?"

I laughed a little.

"If you'd like."

He sent me a small smile before lifting himself onto the couch. We sat in silence for a while just watching the TV. When the parade finally started we both watched intently, dropping small bits of conversation in between the acts and floats. When the Rockettes appeared I beamed.

"They're your favorite?"

I nodded.

"I've always wanted to be one."

I morphed into one of the girls on the screen quickly before turning back into my usual self. I smiled widely to myself, glanced at the professor quickly before returning my gaze to the screen, smiling to myself.

"Why haven't you?"

I looked at him with confusion.

"Well I just ask because you can morph into whatever you want."

I nodded.

"I thought about it but being a shape shifter isn't exactly in the job description ya know?"

He looked at me, his eyes piercing my own gaze as he was trying to figure me out. I didn't let him in.

"Y/n,"

"Professor."

He raised his brow at me.

"Charles. You really don't have to press it any more. I just wanna watch the parade, the dog show, eat a large meal, and take a nap."

He laughed and raised his hands in defense.

"Understandable. I hope you don't mind, but I figured since there are many more students staying this year we could do an actual Thanksgiving dinner."

My face lit up.

"Really?"

He smiled.

"Yes, actually Hank just went downstairs to start the cooking."

I leaned over and wrapped him in a hug. He wasn't sure what to do at first but soon melted into it.

"Thank you professor."

When I pulled away he offered me a small smile.

"I suppose I should go help Hank, after all what kind of host would I be if I didn't have some sort of hand in the cooking"

We both laughed and I watched as he returned to his wheel chair. I turned my attention back to the parade and smiled to myself as he left. Part of me believed he did this for me despite what he said, but at least the other students still here get to enjoy the holiday just like everyone else. It was going to be an actual Thanksgiving gathering.