Charles Xavier Request- Jealousy Isn’t A Good Colour On You

simplytrenchcoats:

Request: hello love can you write an imagine with professor charles xavier x student reader? One day someone asks reader out and professor get jealous about it because he is in love with the reader? pleasee love you and you are great! ❤

Hello lovely! Firstly, I’d like to say that because you stared with ‘hello love’ I instantly like you. I LOVE when people say that (hence why I started saying it XP). But also, there’s another fic I wrote that’s called something like ‘You’re not jealous, are you professor’ or something like that, I forget. But if you’re after something kinda similar to this fic, maybe if you’re feeling like you want some more, then that one might be nice? I’m not sure. But anyway, thank you so much for the lovely compliments my dear! Loads of love back your way, and Happy Reading!
Also, Cloister: Essentially an outdoor corridor thing like at Hogwarts.

~Tab

The professor walked down the cloister and stopped to look for a folder from his bag. You stopped and sighed, admiring him briefly before turning away and shaking your head. No no. Not time to look at the professor. Time to be studying outside. The outside was peaceful. Only a few students drifted through, so often you would come out here to just sit and be still, do a little studying and get your work done somewhere quiet enough for you to concentrate. Sometimes, when the sun was at the right angle, you could feel it just brush over your face. You stopped and closed your eyes a moment, letting the cool breeze flow over your skin whilst the last touches of sun glimpsed over you. It would be getting dark soon but you were determined to stay and enjoy the outdoor calmness as long as possible.
One of the few other students nearby approached you. His name was Jackson, or something similar. Some weird last name that wasn’t weird but definitely ended in ‘son’… Jackson, meat your father, Jackdad. No, not the time to think of that, time to wonder what he was up to.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked him as he stood there, nervously fidgeting with his hands.
“I… well… I was just wondering, Y/N… how would you fancy going out some time to dinner with me? I know this super snazzy burger bar where they do amazing milkshakes?… Just like as a super casual type thing, you know?” His voice was definitely nervous as he looked at the ground, just fidgeting. You appreciated the courage asking someone out took. It wasn’t necessarily a scary thing but everyone was afraid of rejection, and fair enough… rejection hurt. Fear was a defence mechanism. You opened your mouth about to reply before Charles strutted over to you both.
“Y/N… Jackson… hadn’t you both better be getting inside? To your gender separate dorms?” Charles asked, abruptly.
“I… I suppose sir, sorry.” The already frightened Jackson apologised.
“Um, just think about what I said, y/n… I totally understand if you don’t want to though…” he said before rushing off, away from the seemingly angry Professor.
“Gosh, someone’s angry.” You commented, not really remembering to think before you challenged him.
“I’m not angry, it’s just getting dark outside.” He told you, firmly. Too firmly.
“Yeah, that’s why your voice is so angry, prof.” You said, rolling your eyes. He rolled his own back.
“My voice isn’t angry.”
“It’s angry now.”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is!”
“NO IT’S NOT!!!! ………… Ok, actually, I see your point. Anyway, I think it should be time to be heading off to bed.”
He shook his head as if it would clear him of a headache or something.
“Well, actually professor, as long as I’m indoors by curfew I’m not breaking any rules.”
“Just… get inside, would you?!” He ran a hand through his hair, his face looked completely frazzled.
“Professor, why are you so angry? I was just sat here, minding my own business, getting asked on a date… which to be completely honest I was about to turn down. He’s lovely, truly, he’s a lovely boy but… I just… I just don’t feel any chemistry there, you know? I feel like he could be an amazing friend and he’s completely date worthy but… there’s no attraction there at all… but then you come along with your foul temper and you scare him off before I can let him down gently!” By the end of this you sprung up, pointing a very stern finger at Charles’ chest. It was very not ok to be in such a foul temper and take it out on students or people in general.
“I… I’m… sorry. I heard him ask you out but I didn’t know…. I didn’t know you were gonna turn him down.” Charles whispered in shock, definitely not thinking he was saying anything out loud.
“What? Professor, Jealousy is a terrible colour on you!” you laughed, thinking perhaps this was a joke. Charles eyes suddenly refocused as he realised what he had said. He started opening his mouth to rebut your attempt at humour but no words came out. He just closed his mouth again and opened it as if he were doing a goldfish impersonation.
“Professor…. you… you weren’t jealous, were you?” You tried, cautiously.
“Me… jealous… whatever do you… I can’t believe what you’re inferring, that i’d…. Or that maybe I…. or I could….” Charles stopped the useless strings of words and looked to the ground, eyebrows furrowed in the most confused manner. He looked more confused than a puppy who couldn’t understand where the snoring noise was coming from. He looked more confused than an otter that had just been handed unstackable cups. He was more confused than a zebra who’d had all their black stripes painted white!
“Charles, you gotta do some explaining, man… you gotta tell me what you’re thinking.” You told him. This was just getting to weird for you.
“In the interest of complete honesty…. To be completely honest… which is the same sentence started but said differently… I… I’m in love with you. Yes, I was jealous, he was asking you out… and yes he was nervous but at least he gets the opportunity to ask you out! I don’t! I can never… I… I’m sorry, y/n. If you like him, date him.” Charles shrugged in defeat.
“I don’t like him you moron, weren’t you listening to me before?” You crashed your lips into his before he could respond. You wound your arms around him as he did the same to you. You finally broke away, breathless.
“… Maybe jealousy is a good colour on me, I mean… look what it’s led to.” Charles finally said.
“… No. Jealousy is a really bad colour. It’s like wearing hot pink pants with a gold cravat.”
“I might try that next time.”
“Don’t you dare.” You both kissed again, no-one around to see you or complain, as the light gently brushed over the two of you and started to dim down. You both did not return inside until it was thoroughly dark and you had both soaked up any remnants of the warm summer sun.