#warren worthington iii imagine

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Summary: The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Note: Christmas wouldn’t be complete without my favorite tree topper <3 Enjoy, friends.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

It was cookie season in the X Mansion. You and some of the other older students were in charge of overseeing what was always an absolute mess. It would be fun, you were sure, but a mess nonetheless. Already, the counters were covered in frosting, sprinkles, and flour.

“You’ve got something on your face, (Y/N).” Scott pointed out, motioning first to your cheek, but then realizing it was a broader problem.

“Yeah, and you’ve got frosting on your shirt. I’m gonna take care of it later.” You chuckled, rolling out another slab of sugar cookie dough so three of the younger girls could stamp shapes into it before you expertly transferred them to a pan to be baked.

Charles was really big on the Cookie Project, as he so called it. The students always baked hundreds of cookies for the holiday season. Some would be sent home with those returning to their families for the holidays, some would be kept at the mansion and enjoyed by the remaining students and staff, and the rest he delivered to children’s hospitals in the area.

You noticed Jean and Warren standing at the edge of the room. She offered him some quiet encouragement before sending him into the room, her eyes landing right on you. Ah yes, Warren Worthington. Most called him Angel. Some called him the Angel of Death, which never seemed to help his demeanor. He’d worked with Apocalypse earlier that year and had wound up in the care of the Professor after nearly dying in the fight at Cairo. His wings were back to normal, reverted to the feathers they had been originally, but he still frowned a lot. Him daring to come into the kitchen at all surprised you.

“Hey, um…Jean said I could help today?” He said, green eyes locked on the counter in front of you. The three little girls at your station stared at him. It came out of his mouth like it was a line he’d rehearsed. And he seemed nervous about it.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, offering a smile. You motioned him closer and handed him an extra rolling pin just as Ororo handed you another bowl of cookie dough, freshly mixed at her station. “So I’m helping with the sugar cookies if you want to join me. It’s really easy. Just roll out the dough and then these three little gremlins get to cut shapes into them.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, following your lead, his hands hesitant, movements slow. You began to wonder if he’d ever made cookies before. The answer seemed to be no, as he clumsily rolled out the dough.

He looked up, meeting your eyes for a moment before his cheeks burned red and he set the roller down. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

“No, you’re doing fine.” You encouraged. “You really can’t mess it up, I promise. Even if it’s rolled out too thin, you can just ball it up and try again.”

“Mmm.” Warren nodded, taking your advice and giving it another go.

You both got back to it, rolling out several trays worth of tree-shaped cookies before watching them go off to the oven. You wiped the sweat from your brow, leaning against the counter. He stood there, unsure of what to do and looked to you for the answer.

“We have to wait until they’re done baking and then you can either help out with frosting and sprinkles, or be done for the day. Up to you.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Is the frosting hard?”

“Nope. Doesn’t matter what they look like; they’ll all taste the same. The imperfections give them that…charm this place is so well-known for. Hand-made by some darling mutant children.”

“Well that’s one way to put it.” He chuckled, quiet for a long moment before smiling for what you were positive was the first time since he’d set foot on campus, and then said, “Thank you. For today. I’m glad I came down here.”

“Of course, Warren. It’s Christmas. And like it or not, you’re part of our messed up little family now.”

***

A year had passed since that day, the first time Warren had begun to open up since he’d joined the rest of you at Xavier’s. It was once again the holiday season, but Cookie Day had already come and gone. Instead, you were helping Kurt with the decorations. You had powers over plants, which meant it was easy to grow your own. They were all sitting in several large baskets throughout the common room, filling the room with that fresh evergreen aroma.

You were up on a stepladder, using a stapler to attach your pine garland to the doorways.

“Coming through!” Peter shouted, jostling your ladder as he ran past and sending you tumbling…right into Warren’s arms.

“Hey, Angel.” You grinned as he straightened you up onto your feet. “Perfect timing as always.”

“Funny meeting you here.” He quipped. “I was told you needed help?”

Kurt appeared beside him in a puff of smoke, holding the tree topper, a glittering golden star and pointing up, up, up at the top of the twenty-foot tall tree. “Would you mind putting this up there?”

Warren laughed. “Of course.” He took the topper from Kurt and slipped off his trench coat, spreading his magnificent wings to their full wingspan. You couldn’t help but swoon a little bit. They were impressive, to say the very least. He was impressive.

With a few flaps of his wings, Warren rose to the top of the tree, gently nestling the topper among the branches.

“Are you the tree topper this year, Worthington?” Peter quipped, a cookie in his hand.

“Shut it, Maximoff.” Warren laughed, touching down in front of where you stood, starry-eyed and rosy-cheeked. He met your eyes and his smile softened, eyes sparkling in the flickering fire light. “I’ll go grab us some.”

“O-okay.” You nodded, breath shuddering as you reached for the next decoration.

“Careful there, (L/N), you’re gonna start sprouting mistletoe.” Peter sped over and whispered it right in your ear, zipping away before you could hit him.

Kurt laughed before teleporting away, leaving just you and Warren in the foyer, as he emerged with two cookies. He was already biting the tip of the first tree off, handing you the second.

“So they still haven’t figured it out?” Warren asked, arm cresting around your waist and tugging you closer.

“Not as far as I know. But, you know, our teammates have never been the most…observant.” You grinned, pressing the tip of your nose to his before kissing the frosting from the corner of his lips.

You set down your cookies on the side table, your free arm rising to rest on his shoulder until he took your hand and spun you around in time to the soft music playing from Charles’ record player. He pulled you back into his chest, wings wrapping around you out of what he could only describe as instinct.

He chuckled at it, those wings of his. They seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes.

“What?” You asked, voice no higher than a whisper.

“Nothing, I just…” He glanced up and more laughter bubbled from his perfect pink lips. “Mistletoe.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Look.” He urged, looking up at the perfect strand that was winding all the way from one of your pine garlands, up the ceiling, and hanging down from the chandelier. “You know, if you want to kiss me that bad, you can just ask.”

“Oh, hush.” You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, his lips pink and plush and soft. “Merry Christmas.” He raised a hand to your cheek, warm thumb stroking your cheekbone before he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

#warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii imagine #warren worthington imagine #angel #angel x reader #x men #x-men #x-men imagine #marvel #christmas

[michelle-is-writing]

Protector, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 4.5k~

I had been best friends with Warren ever since I met him.

Throughout our years in school, Warren and I had always stuck by each other's side. We hung out together, ate lunch with each other, and nearly forgot about all those people around us who would point out his wings to hurt him. It was like we were in our own little world, and in a way, we were.

We met in the second grade while our class was in the library. While looking for a book, I found Warren, huddled up behind a bookshelf in the elementary school library. He was red in the face and crying as he held his knees close to him. Instantly, I noticed his wings, of course - how could I not?

However, this didn't stop me from going up and asking him what was wrong. I can still remember the way his curls bounced against his scalp as he turned his attention away from his lap and up to me, quickly wiping away his tears to cover up his emotions. Despite being so young, he knew how to expertly do this as he pretended that nothing was wrong and he wasn't crying merely thirty seconds ago.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him. I saw him tense up, his back straightening up as he laid his legs out in front of him instead of hugging them to his chest.

"Nothing," He instantly answered me, once again, pretending as if everything wasn't as it seemed.

Instead of saying anything more, I let the boldness I had as an eight-year-old takeover and pulled him into my arms, his figure becoming even tenser. Although, he didn't pull away, and instead, just stayed in that position until I spoke up.

"The kids are mean to me too," I told him, his breath catching in his throat. "And they shouldn't be because you seem pretty cool," I explained with a smile as he turned his eyes up to look at me again. "No one else here has wings, and they're really pretty."

From then on, we were practically inseparable. We weren't seen without each other, and despite bullies picking on us, we didn't let their words bother us. Even as we got older, nothing changed, and in spite of living in an expensive house with nearly triple the amount of space that my house was, Warren chose to stay at my place most nights. His parents didn't care about what he did, and my parents were more than happy to have him over.

When we reached high school, our friendship turned into an actual relationship between two lovebirds (no pun intended). Now we really were inseparable.

However, this changed one night when he went out to grab something from the store. I was sick, and needed medicine; so, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, he decided he would go out and get some. I guess we underestimated how much mutants were hated in the area as Warren never came back.

Now it's been three months since he disappeared.

Every night since, I went searching for him, only to return to some hotel or hostel without him. I don't know what came over me tonight though. For all my life, I've always been told to avoid putting myself in dangerous settings, and yet, all of those lessons were cast away as I heard people screaming and hollering down an empty and dark alleyway while in Munich. My searching had taken me far away from home, but I wasn't going to stop until I found Warren.

Following the sounds of excitement and fury, I found a hidden door that led to what seemed to be a fighting ring. People surround the caged area, but I push through them, ignoring their waving arms with money held high. I stop at the metal fence separating the people from the ring, only to gasp in horror as my eyes fall over the white, fluffy wings I've loved for many years.

"Warren..." I hear his name being whispered through my lips, tears forming in my eyes as I look at his hurt and pained figure. Fighting for his life against another mutant, he spits blood from his mouth as he wipes away the blood forming on the cut across his cheek. The tattered t-shirt he wears, the same thing he wore the night he disappeared, barely hangs onto his shoulders by a few strips of fabric, the band emblem on the front no longer being recognizable. His arms have fresh bruises forming all along the skin while fading bruises covers the visible parts of torso. How the hell did he get here?

Too shocked to move, I watch as Warren throws a punch at the other mutant, only to hit the fence in front of him, the silver eliciting sparks as soon as Warren touches it. "Shit!" He yells while the blue mutant seemingly teleports to different parts of the cage, only to receive the same treatment as Warren did. Hearing his voice after so long makes me nearly choke on the air in my throat, the tears now falling freely. Seeing Warren makes me want to rip through the fence and save him, but seeing that the metal fence is electric, I can't simply do that.

Blinking the oncoming tears away, I glance in every corner of the underground hideaway and try to find something that might resemble a control panel. It isn't until I see a switch box on what seems to be a surveying floor that I begin running to it, successfully climbing up the steps to the higher level and stopping in front of it. Gazing back to the fighting ring, I see Warren shouting at the dodging mutant while people standing around the cage yell out vile words of hate and absolute greed.

"Warren!" I shout his name as loud as I can, placing my hand on the handle to the electrical switch. Instantly, his head darts toward the voice calling his name, every inch of his being relaxing once he sees me. I smile at him before nodding, his eyes following my hand as it begins pushing the handle downward. Just before the electricity goes out, I see Warren's dirty wings perk up just as the entire underground arena goes pitch black.

In the darkness, the people's screams die down while the clinging sound of the fence being ripped apart follows it. Mere seconds pass before I familiar arms wrap around me and tug me close to their body, Warren's wings flapping rapidly as he lifts us into the air and to the hidden door I entered through. Once we're outside, we quickly run as far as we can before stopping in another alley, far away from the other one.

As soon as we stop, Warren wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately attaching to mine in a fervent and much-needed kiss. His hand on my waist never falters in its hold on me, and instead, it squeezes the flesh there as if he were testing if I was real or not.

"I'm here," I tell him, sliding my hands down his face as endless tears fall from his cheeks and onto my hands. Staring into his tear-filled eyes, I can't help but cry tears of happiness as well. "I'm right here."

Nodding, Warren folds his wings behind him, slightly wincing at the pain of them conforming against his back. "Fucking hell," He mutters, placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. A few seconds pass of him just holding me before he kisses me once more. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Our sweet reunion is cut short by a black vehicle slamming on their brakes at the end of the alleyway. "Warren," I say his name, concerned at the sight in front of us. Warren turns around, only for his wings to burst out again, shielding me from seeing anything. Peeking under one of the long feathers, I see two men leave the vehicle before one of them points at Warren.

"That's him!" The man yells, "Get him!"

In an instant, Warren swings around and wraps his arms and wings around me, protecting me from the flurry of oncoming bullets. What appears to be eight shots sounds throughout the alley before the same car speeds off again as Warren begins to topple over. Was he shot?

Trying to catch him before he falls on his face, I wrap my arms around Warren and hold him up for a few seconds, only for his size to take over mine and fall to the side. Landing on his back with me on top of him, Warren waves his hand at me while shaking his head, his eyes shut. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice now suddenly tired and drained.

Eyes wide and concerned, I turn him onto his side and look over him to see blood pouring from his wings. Between the layers of feathers, I find what seems to be four bullet wounds, causing me to practically lose it as the crimson liquid touches my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I mutter uncontrollably as I place him onto his back. "Warren, Warren," I repeat his name, running my hand against the side of his face, his own blood smearing across his flawless cheek. "Warren, don't go to sleep!"

At my heartbroken plea, Warren opens his eyes, frowning at the sight of tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't cry, my love," He begs, his voice even weaker than before. He lifts a hand to my face, doing the same to me just as I had done to him. I quickly place my hand over his, holding it there as I feel the warmth in his skin begin slowly leaving it. "I... I love you..." He whispers, his eyes closing once again.

Just like a few seconds ago, I feel every ounce of sanity leave me as I watch the love of life wither away in front of me. "Warren, don't do this to me!" I shout, the tears now falling like a waterfall. I could barely manage not seeing him for the three hellish months when he was missing - I can't live the rest of my life without him.

"Warren!" I scream his name again, utter desperation being the only recognizable thing in my voice. Releasing a sob, I push my head against his chest and hear his still-beating heart. However, I know that if I don't get him to a hospital within the next few seconds, his heart won't continue beating like that. But what hospital will even help us?

"Ma'am?" I hear a woman's soft voice coming from the end of the alley, causing me to jerk my head up and see a blonde woman standing twenty feet away. Concerned, she walks closer to me before kneeling beside Warren and me, the knees of her pants becoming stained with his spilled blood on the alley ground. His wings are the first things that catch her focus, making me want to hold him closer.

"Please, don't hurt him," I beg her, my hand holding his hand a bit tighter. "He-he's a-" The woman cuts me off.

"He's a mutant," She points out, looking over at me. Still crying, I nod once, watching as a small smile appears on her face. Within a short second, the fair skin she once had transforms into blue flesh with darker blue scales, her eyes turning yellow and green while her hair changes into a much brighter orange/red.

"It's okay," She assures me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am too, and I can help."

Her words, not to mention her sudden change of looks, shock me, but I nod at her, ready to do anything this woman says if it means saving Warren.

"Where's his family?" She asks me, her hand remaining on my shoulder as she kneels on the ground beside me.

"Me," I quickly answer her, tears still falling from my eyes. "I am his family."

"You're not a mutant," She points out, shaking her head with squinted eyes as she looks at me a bit confused. "And you care for him?"

"He's my best friend, the love of my life..." I answer her, my heart clenching as the words leave my lips. "Please, you have to help us!"

The woman nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Kurt!" She abruptly yells, a teenage boy with blue skin and carvings appearing behind her with a blue puff of smoke following. I instantly recognize him as the other mutant in the pin with Warren earlier, and in spite of this, he doesn't try to get back at Warren while he's down.

Pulling his hand to get closer, she makes him get on our level before wrapping his arm around her and me. The stranger, Kurt, then wraps his other arm around Warren's almost lifeless body and tugs him a bit closer as well. "Get us all to the mansion nurse's ward - now!"

With the woman's last words, Kurt somehow does so, causing us to suddenly be in a nurse's station only a second later. This all confuses the living hell out of me, but with Kurt having a tail and red eyes, and not to mention blue skin like the lady, I don't know if I should be questioning the normalcy of anything at the moment.

Immediately, three scrubbed nurses rush up to where we are and pick Warren up from the ground. "He was shot, multiple times," The blue woman quickly explains, standing up from the ground. "He'll need blood, and you need to act quick."

Listening to her, the three nurses nod before taking an unconscious Warren back to what I could guess is surgery. Numb, I sit on the cold tile floor as I reach my blood-covered hands up to cross my arms and hold myself, my eyes stuck on the swinging doors that Warren was just carried through. Beside me is Kurt as he places a consoling hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"He vill be alright," Kurt assures me, his words helping me out a little. Giving him a small nod of my head, I take his held-out hand and stand up with him. "That is Raven, by the way," He adds as the woman from before moves to stand in front of me, taking my hand in hers despite it stained crimson.

"This is the Xavier mansion," She explains to me, "You're safe; we won't hurt you."

At her words, I nod. "I know," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "I trust you."

Smiling back at me, Mystique's eyes flicker behind me before her mouth slightly parts, her hand holding mine slightly faltering. "Who is this, Raven?" I hear a soft British voice speak up, causing me to slowly turn around and see a man in a wheelchair now in front of me. His eyes quickly catch my blood-covered hands and arms, shock taking over him. "Dear heavens, what happened to you, dear?"

I go to answer him, but my voice defeats me in doing so. Instead, Mystique speaks for me. "Charles, her and a fellow mutant were shot at in an alleyway when Kurt and I were passing by. He has wings, that's where most of the bullets hit him," She explains to him, "She has no ill will toward any of us - she just wants her boyfriend to survive."

A few seconds pass before the man, Charles, nods, staring at me with a frown. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," He tells me, giving me a single nod. "Raven, help her get cleaned up and fetch some fresh clothes for her as well," With that, Charles wheels himself out of the room and into the hallway where he enters the room at the end.

In a puff of blue smoke, Kurt leaves Mystique and me, letting us head to what I presume is her room where she wets a washcloth and begins rubbing the drying blood from my arms. "He will be alright," She tells me, saying Kurt's exact words from moments ago. "Trust me."

I nod at her words, but I can't believe them myself. What if Warren isn't okay? What if one of the bullets when through his spine and he's now paralyzed? I couldn't see all of his wounds so I don't know where they all hit him, minus the few I could see in his wings. What if the nurses and doctors can't do anything and he dies on the table? I can't bear to lose him - not again.

With my arms their original (s/c) color, I change into a pair of pajama pants and matching top with a school emblem given to me by Raven before walking with her to Charles' office. Stopping in front of his desk, Mystique and I watch as the man from earlier sits at his desk with his attention stuck on the novel stuck in his hands. However, it doesn't take long for him to notice our presence and put the book down with his glasses following.

"(Y/n), is it?" Charles asks me, turning his attention up to me. Surprised, I hesitantly nod as he speaks up once more. "No need to worry, dear," He assures me with a smile despite my caution. "I'm able to read minds and communicate through them as well," Charles further explains. "Raven and I were talking while she helped you with your arms and hands,"

"I understand you've been through a lot in the past hour, so I won't force you to talk about it," Charles tells me, making me let out a small sigh of relief. "But I am a bit concerned over the fact that you were in such a predicament that your partner was shot," Holding his hand out, Charles waits for me to place my hand in his. "I won't scour through your brain and look at everything you've ever seen or done - I just want to see what all transpired tonight."

Hesitating, I bite my lip in thought before shakily putting my hand in Charles, his touch being warm and welcoming. I feel as Charles does what he told me he would do, the images of the past month flashing before my eyes. Warren's disappearance, me finding him, and helping him get out are all shown before me like a home movie shot from my perspective. Because of this, I gasp a little, shocked at Charles' ability to do such a thing.

Slowly slipping his hand from mine, Charles' eyebrows furrow in thought before flashing his eyes up to mine, confusion written all over them. "You're a human with no powers or anything," He points out, slightly pausing in his words. "And yet, you've always loved a mutant?"

His words come out as a question, but to me, they're a true statement. I love Warren - I always have - and nothing about him will ever change that. "He's human just as I am," I tell Charles, giving him a small smile. "but, with wings," I further add, my smile growing sad as I lightly shrug. "How could I not love my angel?"

My words washing over him, Charles smiles back. "I like you," He tells me, Raven putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Your friend, I think he'll pull through. After all, he has a great incentive."

Because of Charles' words, I smile and give him a nod of thanks just as a question rises to my mind. "What... what is this place?" I ask, gesturing to the overall building. I know it has to be an establishment of some sort going by the built-in medical wing and wide hallways.

"This," Charles states, pointing his finger to the ceiling while his eyes remain on mine. "Is Xavier's a school for gifted youngsters," He informs me before nodding his head once. "This is a school specialized for children with mutations such as Warren, or Kurt, whom you met earlier."

Furrowing my eyebrows together, another question comes to mind. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" I ask, receiving a small smile.

"We're a relatively small school," Charles simply explains, "Ultimately, if your boyfriend would want to join, he could - now, you're not a mutant, but the unique and understanding attitude you give off, I'm sure we could work something out for you too."

His words make my cheeks turn pink in response to the compliment as I thank him, turning my eyes toward the ground as I try to fight the ever-growing smile on my lips. Just as I do this, I see Charles put a hand to his forehead as his eyebrows furrow before looking over at Mystique with a smile. "Raven, take her back to the medical ward," he tells the fiery-haired woman. "It seems that her friend was easily operable and now they're just waiting for him to wake up."

Almost immediately, I turn and follow Mystique out of the room with my pace just a little faster than hers. Soon enough, we walk through the doors and directly to the beds where only one of them is occupied, and the sleeping body in it is Warren's. The window behind him shines down on him with the bright and early morning sun highlighting his now washed and pure white wings that lie behind him. The sight is a complete contrast to what I saw only an hour ago with the almost black sky darkening everything around us and only emphasizing the dirt and grime that covered Warren's perfect wings.

"We told you he'd be okay," I hear Mystique's gentle voice beside me say, causing me to nod with an onrush of tears rising in my eyes. They were right, and my Warren is okay.

Moving closer to him, I sit beside Warren on the bed and take his hand in mine, his unconscious body unresponsive toward my touch and his perfect face never changing. "I'll let you two be alone," Mystique speaks up before doing as she says and walking back toward the door. Once I hear the swinging door shut, the tears residing in my eyes quickly fall over the barrier and down my face as I try to hold in my sobs.

When you love someone, you never want to see them in pain or hurting, and when they're laid up in a hospital bed with consciousness being a waiting game, it hurts you. It physically hurts you to the point where your chest feels heavy with dread, and your stomach feels sick with worry. It's terrible, and I wish there was something I could've done to protect Warren from getting shot.

"I'm so sorry," I sob, turning my eyes away from him and toward the floor. Raising my free hand to cover my mouth as the sobs tumble out, I don't notice Warren's hand gently squeezing mine until I feel the bed beneath me slightly moves.

Immediately looking back over to him, I see his eyes flutter open and quickly dart to me, confusion taking over his tired face as soon as he sees my crying form. "Why..." Warren slowly starts speaking, his voice raspy and scratchy with sleep. "Why are you crying, love?" He finishes his question, now trying to sit up.

"No, no, baby," I usher him to continue lying flat, moving to stand on my knee on the side of his bed before pushing his shoulders back down onto the mattress. Despite this, he still doesn't listen and moves to wrap his arms around me before pulling me fully onto the bed and holding me to his chest. Finally, Warren does lie back down, but in a matter of seconds, his wings are fluttering around me like any other time I'd be on top of him. My eyes quickly catch sight of the now bandaged wounds, and now that I get a better look, I see that there was one more bullet-wound than I initially thought. "Warren, your stitches!"

"It's okay, love," He sleepily responds, leaning his head back to look up at me with a happy face. "I'm so damn happy to see you," Warren confesses, his eyes gazing over me as if I were a precious gem.

If it weren't for the nurses cleaning the dirt from his face and body, I wouldn't have been able to assess the full damage the fighting ring did to him. Above his left eye is a healing bruise that covers a majority of the side of his forehead, and his bottom lip is split, making it swollen. On top of all of that, his green eyes are sunken in and practically taken over by dark circles.

Still, he continues staring at me, acting as if nothing is bothering him until a look of confusion fall over his face. "Now, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Warren repeats his question from earlier, making me shake my head as more tears rise to my eyes.

"You almost died, Warren," I inform him, his face still unchanging. "I've been without you for three damn months, and the night I get you back, I almost lost you again - for good!" I add on, raising a hand to wipe away my fast-falling tears.

However, Warren beats me to it and places his hands against my cheeks where he gently holds me, his face now soft. I guess he hasn't assessed the severity of the situation. That, or he hasn't taken the time to fully realize that he has stitched-up bullet wounds adorning his wings.

"I'm sorry," Warren apologizes after a few seconds of silence. Despite expecting those two words, it still doesn't hit me any easier as I'm sobbing once again, this time, into Warren's chest.

Holding me close, Warren waits a few moments before moving his hands back to my face and turning me to look at him directly. As soon as he gets the chance, Warren places his rough lips on top of mine, the skin chapped from the harsh things he's been put through. Despite crying moments ago, my tears ultimately stop as I come to the realization of how much I've missed the feeling of Warren's lips on mine. Chapped or not, his lips are the pure definition of Heaven, and when they're on top of mine, it's like pure ecstasy.

Pulling away for air, I pant above Warren as he does the same, his hands now sliding down to grip my waist once again. "I love you," He tells me, "And I've missed you- God, how I've missed you," Warren adds, shaking his head as a small, almost unnoticeable tear falls down his cheek. "Each day was hell without you, and I can't be without you, not again."

Smiling at him, I lean down once more and peck his soft cheek before nuzzling my head next to his on the pillow, his hold on me never changing in the slightest. "You won't have to, Angel," I tell him, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at my nickname for him. Deciding on leaving the explanation of where we're at for later, I close my eyes alongside Warren and fall asleep, finally able to relax knowing he and I can be together with no one to stop or hurt us.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben jones #ben hardy x fem reader #ben hardy fluff #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii imagines #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington imagines #warren worthington iii imagine #warren worthington iii

[marvelsuperfangirl]

Warren Worthington Fic Rec

Angel Dust – powerfultenderness

Give me a sign – powerfultenderness

«  Scott, don’t even try to act like… » - warrenworthatoniii

Feathered infatuation – dragon-chica

Flustered(ish ?) – fandomsoverlife

Scaredy Cat - areyoureadyforsomemeatballz

Mating Season - scarletwidowvibes    Part 2

Softie - imaginexmeintheuniverse

Sick!Warren - aghostpost

Dating Warren / Soft Warren Headcanons - alexs-ummers

Rainy Mornings - miwrites-archive

There for you - oscar-piastri

AU’s :

Musician!Warren - frcnkcastle

Youtuber!Warren - under-the-water-imagines 

Torrential – frcnkcastle

Drowsy  – frcnkcastle

Vending Machine Ring - imaginexmeintheuniverse

Warren x Stark!Reader - mikwrites-archive

#warren worthington III #x men #warren worthington iii imagine #warren worthington iii x reader #marvel #x men apocalypse

[swanimagines]

X-MEN AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR X-MEN

Kurt Wagner

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Erik Lehnsherr

Warren Worthington III

Jean Grey

Hank McCoy

Storm (coming)

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for X-Men or its individual characters, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

#kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner imagine #scott summers #scott summers x reader #scott summers imagine #erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr imagine #warren worthington iii #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x reader #jean grey #jean grey x reader #hank mccoy x reader #xmen #x men #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #x men x reader #x men imagine

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey!!! Thank you again for Remy's one shot, it was amazing!!

I saw that you would like ideas for Cable and Warren, and I may have a few...

Especially for Warren....

I'd love to see Warren and mutant! Reader that "hate" each other, and reader thinks she has no chance with him, so she goes on a date. Warren is jealous and watches over her, and swoops in once the date goes sideways.

Words are said, feeling we shown, and Warren giver the fairytale kiss. (Could end with them going at it on a rooftop...)

Could be sfw or nsfw, either way I'll enjoy it immensely!!! I can't wait to see more of your work ❤️

Sfw! Warren/Fem!reader

OMGGGG UGG I LOVE THIS SM!!! I have a slight obsession with prompts like this- soooo yeah lololol. Oh! Also, I feel like I should mention this is more based off of comic and show warren, and not the version of him from the apocalypse movie. Hope this isnt too OOC!

Tws: Bad date, Warren is kind of an asshole but we love him. Kissing in the rain.

Warren Worthington is a dick. He's always teasing you, snatching your books, and pencils, and really everything you meed and holding it out of reach. He'll thwak you with a wing on purpose, always saying some stupid excuse like "Oh I didn't see you there." When you know damn well he did.

And he's not even like this to anyone else! It's incredibly frustrating, especially with how often he'll just up and completely ignore you to go flirt with Jean- who's still with Scott, might I add! Ugh!

It shouldn't matter to you whether or not he flirts with other people- the guy was clearly uninterested in you. But you just... can't help it. You really liked Warren, more so before this whole event started, when you didn't know him that well but couldn't help but blush at some of the things he did. You knew he could be kind, and he had a sweet side to him despite the cocky persona he's always pushing. (Because is it really a persona at that point?) But he just seemed so out of your league. Around the time you started pulling away from him was when the teasing started up, and to be honest, it had just confirmed your thoughts that Warren didn't like you.

Whatever, though. You'd get over it. You wanted to get over it. And the opportunity was presented to you to do just that. You had been out shopping one day with Jean when a man had approached you- not Jean, but you. It was really surprising, as most men would completely skip over you to talk to your beautiful best friend. You didn't hold any resentment towards her, it's not like she can help it. But when a rather attractive man approaches you, asking you on a date? You couldn't help but be flattered.

    You were excited! Really, really excited for this date. You had put on a cute outfit, even throwing on a little makeup, dresses to impress you know? Plus, your date was really attractive, and for some reason, you felt like you needed to spruce yourself up a little bit to impress him. It had taken you forever to be happy with your look, with Jean reassuring you over and over that you looked perfect and that everything would be fine!

    Eventually, his car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick you up for your date. You only had to glance at the window before you were running down the stairs excitedly. Of course, leaving couldn’t be all that easy, could it?

    “What are you all dressed up for?” You hold in your groan at the sound of Warren’s voice. He’s leaning against the foyer wall, cocking an eyebrow at you with a smirk that makes your heart do something funny. Didn’t change the fact that you kinda wanted to punch him. 

    “If you have to know, I’m going on a date.” You say, rolling your eyes. His smirk drops immediately, but you don't really notice as you put your shoes on. 

    “A date? With who?” Warren Pushes himself off the wall to approach you, grabbing hold of your arm to keep you from running off just yet. You make a face at him, confused and a little annoyed at his attention. 

    “A guy. He asked me out while Jean and I were at the mall, not that you really need to know.” You snark. Warren scoffs at that, looking a little frustrated. He begins to talk again, but he’s cut off by the sound of a horn honking from outside. Your face falls, and your stomach drops at the sound. Your date must be impatient. You don’t like the implications of that. Warren looks angry, letting go of you as he takes a step back.

    “You’re really going to leave with a guy who doesn’t bother to ring the doorbell?” He asks. You can’t find any words to say, feeling a little hurt. You turn away from him, quickly opening the door to leave. Warren can see your face light up a little as you wave at your date, closing the door behind you. Warren’s wings sag a little, left in the foyer looking like a lost puppy without you. 

    “You know, if you were nicer to her you probably would’ve had a chance.” Warren sighs dramatically at the sound of Bobby’s voice, turning to see that he had been watching the whole time, eagerly munching on a bowl of cereal.

    “Can it, dude”

    The fact that you're going on a date doesn't sit well with Warren. There's a pit in his stomach that he can't seem to shake, and when he tried to talk about it, Bobby and Scott just waved him off, telling him he was just jealous- and well, he was. But that wasn't the point! He didn't like that you were going on a date with someone random, or anyone besides him, really. He just had a bad feeling about it all.

    He knows he doesn't really have the right to be as jealous as he was. The two of you weren't together- but at some point, he thought you would be. He liked you. More than friends should. He had for a while, but you started to pull away from him- so he started to do anything he could to get your attention. Sure, he wasn't exactly being nice, but he wasn't being mean. He wasn't trying to bully you or put you down, he was just… teasing. 

     Warren had been couped up in the library as the evening went on, staring out the window with a sigh as it had started to pour. He had been thinking a lot about what Bobby had said earlier, dwelling over it constantly. Normally when he was so caught up in thoughts like this he would fly around the mansion to clear his head, but with the storm outside that definitely wasn't going to happen. He sighs, resting his head against the window while his eyes begin to drift close, but a movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention.  He sits up a little bit, squinting at first to see whatever it is through the rain. When he finally realizes, it is like he was hit over the head with disbelief. 

...

     The rain was cold. You were shivering as you walked along the asphalt driveway up to the mansion doors, sniffling the whole time. You knew you looked like a mess, mascara running down your cheeks in inky black streams, soaked to the bone without a jacket to keep you warm. The date was a bust. You should have known better. Been smarter. Hell, you should have asked someone else to drive you so that you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. Or at least brought your wallet so that you could’ve used the payphone to call someone to come get you. But here you are. You were sad, wet, and despairing over the long walk up the driveway, but at least you were back at the mansion. 

    It’s hard for you to see through the heavy rain, so you keep your head down towards the ground to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t even realize that someone had run out to get you until you hear footsteps splash through the puddled driveway. You try your best to wipe the tears from your eyes, praying that they won’t be able to tell with the rain, but it is hard to hide the puffy red face the tears left behind. 

    You don’t really want look look up when you feel the rain stop, already knowing who it is by the sound of his gait. Warren holds the umbrella out to you, and you take it. He has his trench coat over his arm, and he uses the extra hand to wrap it around your shoulders. It’s awfully big on you, but it’s warm and dry, and you're thankful. You wipe at your eyes again when Warren takes the umbrella back, trying hard not to start crying.

    “What happened?” Warren asks. You finally look at him, and the concerned look on his face just makes you feel worse. Your face scrunches as you tear up again, and you look up at the umbrella as you try to avoid the embarrassment. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t really want to say anything right now. But you do.

    “He didn’t know I was a mutant.” You say, voice shaking a little. Although, you can’t help but let out a pitiful laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “He thought that the school was just some place for rich kids. I mentioned it offhand because I assumed he knew- and he didn’t. He wouldn’t drive me home so…” You make a vague motion at your soaking clothes. Warren looks angry. Angrier than you’ve ever seen him before. He opens his mouth to say something and decides better of it. Instead, He wraps an arm around you and begins to guide you back to the mansion. You blush a little at the action, but realize he probably just has to stay close to keep the both of you under the umbrella- not that his wings even fit, by the way.

    “You’re gonna be soaked.” You say, pointing towards his wings. Warren glances back, flexing the limbs just slightly, and shrugs. 

    “I’ll get over it. Wouldn’t be much of a hero if I let a pretty girl walk in the rain, would I?” Warren flirts, sending you a wink. You send him an incredulous look, before bursting out in laughter. Warren gasps, putting a hand over his “wounded” heart. 

     “Seriously? That was a good one, and you’re just laughing?” Warren complains, which only makes you laugh a bit harder. 

    “Oh please, that one was so cheesy!” You manage to say through the laughs. Warren is smiling, and it’s different than the smile he wears when he’s being an annoying jerk. His hair is wet, and his clothes are damp, but to be honest, you really start to understand why they call him Angel. You look away when you realize you’re blushing, but you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face. 

    “That guy was an idiot, by the way,” Warren says after a moment. Your smile falls a bit at the reminder of the start of the evening. “He really has no clue what he’s missing out on.” You snort at that, unable to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

    “You sure have a lot to say for a guy who doesn’t like me all that much.” The words come out before you can really think about it, and you’re caught off guard when Warren stops walking. He doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, but he moves so that he can look at you better.

    “What do you mean by that?” Warren asks, His face twisted in an expression you can’t quite figure out. The question and the seriousness in his tone surprise you, and you don’t quite know how to respond at first.

    “I- Huh?”

    “You don’t seriously think I dislike you, do you?” Warren asks again, worry bleeding through his tone. You furrow your brow in confusion.

    “What?? Warren, you’re not exactly subtle about it.” You mention, and Warren’s recoil is unexpected.

    “Oh my god, you do.” Warren holds his face in his hands for a quick moment, wondering how he had done so wrong. “Why would I dislike you? I literally spend every waking moment trying to get your attention!” You can’t help but let out a noise of confusion, mind working overtime to get the gears working in your head.

    “By tormenting me, you mean.” You say, and Warren vehemently shakes his head.

    “No! That’s not what I…” He begins, but he trails off. He’s trying to figure out something to say. Some way to let you know about how he feels, and his thoughts, but he just can't seem to find the words.

    “Okay then, Prove it.” You eventually say, crossing your arms defensively underneath his coat. Warren frowns at you.

    “What?” He asks.

    “Prove it. Prove that you don’t actually hate me.” You repeat again. You’re not exactly sure what you are expecting him to do or say. To be honest, you half expected him to give up altogether, but you were wrong about a lot of things.

    “I- you seriously want me to show you. Right now.” Warren asks again. You shrug your shoulders in response.

    “Yup.” Warren seems to take a moment for the confirmation to process, and then he smiles just slightly. Like he’s in disbelief about what he’s about to do. Before you know it, warren has dropped the umbrella, cupped your face with both hands, and pulled you into a kiss. 

    You’re wide-eyed for a moment, simply letting him kiss you in your disbelief as the rain pours down on you once again. Your mind still hasn’t quite caught up yet. Warren is kissing you so deeply, so lovingly, that you almost feel like you’re dreaming. He separates from you for a quick moment before kissing you again, this one a little less intense, and finally you find yourself catching up to the situation. You kiss him back, heart thundering in your chest. You can feel Warren physically relax, his wings fluttering just slightly behind him as you fully lean into the kiss, hands latching onto his shirt as you move closer. You feel him sigh into the kiss, and despite the cold rain, all you can feel is warmth. 

    When the two of you finally separate, Warren rests his forehead against yours. His pretty eyes look at you with fondness, and you find yourself wondering how you’d never seen it before. All he really wanted was your attention, didn’t he?

    “...We are so gonna get sick after this.” You mumble, brain still stalling a little bit. Warren lets out a laugh, pulling away to pick up the umbrella again. He pulls you a little closer than before as the two of you finally make it to the front steps.

    “Yeah, Probably.”

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington imagine #x men warren worthington #warren worthington iii #x men angel #x men angel x reader #angel x reader

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Could you please do Warren Worthington x fem!reader, were she is the daughter of Charls Xavier who is for some reasons against their relationship. I hope that's okay amd thank you 😊💖

A/N: I'm so sorry you had to wait so long. My emotanal state isn't the best right now and I cry over nothing. Even during the writing process here I shed some tears. Stupid period hormones. Anyway, enjoy!!!

Hold my Girl

Pairings: Warren Worthington ||| x fem!reader, Charles Xavier x daughter!reader

Warning: angst, the 'I don't like your boyfriend' talk, fluff

Charles watched his daughter clutch her stomach as she laughed at a joke told by her boyfriend. He wanted the smile threatening to etch its way onto his lips but his joy over your happiness was dulled due to who your boyfriend was. Warren Worthington the third. In the beginning he wasn’t irritated by him. He was broody and had some emotional outburst but nothing what a little therapy couldn’t fix. He worked on his near-death experience and his childhood trauma for a long time. His lone wolf personality slowly turned and he found a friend group. His daughter’s friend group.

Charles wasn’t concerned first. You were hanging around each other with your friends not far behind. But bit by it the friendship turned to something more. One day his little girl came into his office with a big grin on her face and a spring in her step. He looked up from the papers he was grading, “How was your day?” His daughter smile became wider, “It was fantastic!”

Charles raised an eyebrow at her. “I had a study group meeting today. We studied for our next math test. After I stayed in the library because I remember you saying you bought new books and I wanted to check them out.” She took a deep breath and smiled even impossible brighter. “I hadn’t realised Warren stayed too till he asked me about the book I was holding.” Her eyes flittered down to the ground. He could feel the light embarrassment.

Charles eyes widened as his fear became reality. “NO!” His daughter jumped at his sudden outburst. She had seen him this angry only a handful of times. But never directed at her. “You will not date Warren. He is still new.” He wanted to add he doesn’t trust him. After all he worked for Apocalypse.

His daughter’s eyes filled with tears. Her lips trembled. She tried to control her emotional outburst better then him. Charles took a deep breath to calm his raising thoughts. He never wanted to raise his voice ever at his daughter. His mother did it too much and he knows all too well what it feels like to be on the receiving side.

“Darling, I didn’t want to raise my voice. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” His eyes shined with unshed tears. A small nod from his daughter signalled him he could go on, she was listening. “I don’t know him all too well. I feel his inner turmoil and his dark mind. But I trust you and your judgement.” Both cracked a teary smile. “I will not be okay for a long time during your courtship.” His daughter huffed and grimaced. “How old are you really? Dad you read too much 19th century poetry.” Charles chuckled at her stabbing. “As I was saying, I will not be on your boat at first. But over time I might warm up to you two dating.”

His daughter nodded slowly. “You don’t trust him yet, do you?” Charles nodded his head in guilt. “Yes, I don’t trust him yet. And I won’t hesitate to expel him from the school if he hurts you.” His daughter’s eyes widened. “But if he proves me wrong and I see his progress and change in demeanour, maybe I will grow to tolerate him.”

His daughter’s sad face turned joyful and she rushed over to him. She leaned down and hugged his shoulder. “Thank you, daddy.” She kissed his cheek before walking out of his office. Before the door closed she stuck her head in to wave him good by and send him a flying kiss. He stretched his arm over his head as if he would catch the imaginary kiss. She giggled as he pressed his hand over his heart.

A few hours later the telepath heard a hesitated knock on his door. “Enter!” for a few seconds the door didn’t open. Charles wanted to repeat his words louder but the door opened and the boy he had discussed with his daughter entered the room.

A short look into his mind was all it took for Charles to know why he was here. “Sit down Warren.” The boy in question nodded shyly. “My daughter told you about our little chat?” Warren nodded again. “And you understand my reasons?” Warren sat up straight before nodding again. “Yes, sir. I understand. I wanted to talk to you and tell you I will respect your daughter. I worship the ground she walks on. She is my saving grace. I won’t destroy her light. And if I do, please sir, let me go insane. I will rip my wings out with my bare hands if I ever hurt her.”

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “She was the first one I saw when I woke up after you rescued me. I wanted to be friends with her so bad. I was drawn to her like a moth to the flames. I think I love her. I never got the chance to feel like I felt like this before. I see the future when I’m around her. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

Charles nodded slowly. A small smile playing on his lips. “maybe I was incorrect. Maybe one day I would even trust you.” Warren’s eyes widened. “Now go, she is waiting for  you.” The boy sprung up. A string of fast thank you’s echoed after him as he left Charles office.

Wanna read more of the Marvel Guys? Click here Wanna stay updated? Click here Wanna request something? Click here

You liked this story? Please reblog and support my content!

#warren worthington the third #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington iii #warren worthington x reader

[scarletttries]

Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington/Angel Request)

Pairing: Warren Worthington/Angel (X-Men) x Reader

Rating: Explicit, description of reader's first time having sex, unprotected sex (be sensible in real life), mention of scars.

Word Count: 2.5k

Request: "Can I have a warren worthington x reader where it's their first time and they kiss their scars/wings/mutant marks all over pls make it extra fluffy with caramel!"

Author's Note: Thank you for another sweet request my lovely! I did my best to make this extra fluffy with caramel so I hope you really enjoy it and I appreciate your patience!:)

Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington)

Nights at Xavier's mansion were always quiet, the professors out travelling to mutants across the country, or on their way to deliver the latest in mutant diplomacy to the White House. But in the holidays when those with nearby families went back to their real homes, the house was near silent, like the snow falling across the ground absorbed any stray noise from the expansive home. In the past it'd felt too quiet for you, passing your time idly, waiting for your friends to return, but this year was very different; you had your own Christmas angel to keep you entertained.

It had only been a few months since Warren Worthington had moved into the school, converted to the mutant cause after his run in with the Apocalypse, and as the first person to welcome him to the school, ignoring the cautious looks of the other students as you gave him a friendly tour, he had taken an immediate shine to you. It had only taken only a month of him following alongside you to every class, meal and study session until he couldn't hold back his growing feelings anymore. Sat on a soft blanket by the lake, watching you effortlessly manipulate the edge of the water with the movement of your fingers. As your power flowed the curved lines etched into your skin from birth ebbed with waves of blue light, a sight you'd once wished you could hide until the Professor taught you it was just another part of who you are, and that was nothing to ever cover up.

"You're really pretty." Warren sighed out at the sight, before catching himself with a nervous laugh, "I mean the light on you, it's really pretty when you do that. Not that you aren't always pretty, I just.." he paused for a second, spurred on by the shy smile growing across your face, "I just really like it, and I really like you (y/n)."

He hadn't exactly been subtle with the way he felt, but that didn't stop the butterflies in your stomach at his confession, heart beating faster as you leaned forward until the gap between your lip disappeared into a gentle, longing kiss. You could feel the twitch of his lips against yours as he fought back a smile, hand finding yours across the blanket, threatening to never let go.

---

"What are you thinking about (y/n)?" Warren called out from over your shoulder, breaking you out of your spell as you realised you'd been drawing swirling shapes in the lake from your bedroom window as you reminisced.

"I was just thinking about our first kiss actually." You flirted, scooting off the windowsill and onto your feet as the angel crossed the threshold of your room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Oh yeah, about how sooth and charming I was, bravely making the first move," He smirked, strutting towards you until his arms found your waist, wrapping around them as you corrected him,

"I'm pretty sure I made the first move. You were busy stuttering about how pretty I am." He laughed at your brutal honesty, nodding in defeat as he conceded,

"You're right, sorry, I was thinking about our next kiss." His lips crashed to yours before you could reply, stifling a laugh as he pulled you against the soft wool of the jumper covering his chest. Your arms found his neck as you pulled him closer, letting your lips dance against his before nuzzling your noses together,

"Now that was smooth." You praised, watching his beaming expression as his hands trailed down the outside of your thighs.

"I have my moments." He rebuffed with a wink, bending down quickly and lifting you with ease, his hands guiding your thighs to wrap around his waist. His arms encompassed you as he gave you a twirl, the sound of your shared laughter quickly cancelling out the silence that filled the room before it. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your lips together as he gradually settled onto the edge of your bed, your weight covering his lap. Your chest leaned against his as the kiss grew hungry, need emanating from you both as you seemed to realise simultaneously that you all but had the house to yourselves for the first time. Usually the place was overrun with kids and teachers, time between training barely giving you time to squeeze in make out sessions before you had to return to your separate rooms. But with the time and space to spend all night together, you knew you wanted to finally feel all of Warren.

His hands seemed to tremble slightly as they shifted slowly up the outer edge your thighs, his thoughts matching yours as he hovered just shy of cupping your bum, waiting for your lead. In response you played softly with the edge of his shirt, lifting the corners slowly, waiting as he raised his arms, letting you remove it entirely. You quickly tossed it on the bed behind you, confident it would be your new favourite pyjama top after tonight. You let your eyes trail along his chest, definitely muscles marked by a constellation of scars, a permanent reminder of the difficult times that had lead him to you. Leather straps held firm around his broad shoulders, a design made just for him to allow his wings to fit comfortably under his clothes, framing his strong arms. He was beautiful, losing yourself in tracing your fingertips over his scars, barely noticing his eyes falling to his lap, his arms crossing over himself in defence.

"I know i'm not great to look at." He sighed out softly, eyes not daring to meet yours. If they had, he would have seen nothing but pure adoration as your fingertips moved to his chin, lightly tipping it upwards until your stares met, your lips finding his with a reassuringly gentle pressure.

"Warren Worthington, you are beautiful, every single part of you." You cooed, your kind words cutting through the insecurity until a smile he couldn't fight crept across his face.

"Yeah?" He beamed back, watching you intently as you lowered your head to his chest, lips mapping a path across his scars, "Every. Single. Part." You echoed, each word punctuated with a sweet kiss that had him sighing gently at the contact. You paused as your lips brushed the edge of his leather harness, glancing at his face once more to gauge his reaction. Warren's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly in his blissful trance, nodding gently for you to continue. Working slowly, allowing for a changing mind in an instance, your fingers loosened the symmetrical buckles, earning a palpable sigh of relief from the angelic man before you. The straps fell from his shoulders with a push, clattering along the ground with a clang that made you jolt against Warren's lap. He groaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest as his wings began to unfold behind him.

The way the light danced on the unfurling feathers had your breath catching in your throat, the radiant white backdrop flecked with iridescent silver, swirling like the reflection of the stars on a swaying ocean. You watched as they spanned almost the width of the room, seeming to go on forever until finally he flexed at their full length, the defined muscles of his chest tensing and relaxing at the unrestricted movement. Without a thought you reached for the feathered expanse around you, trailing your fingertips over his wings for the first time. It was like delving your hand into liquid silk, the satin feel of the blooms softer than anything you'd felt before. You followed the pattern of the feathers outwards, hand pressing into the heavenly extremity, earning a guttural groan from Warren as you combed your fingers through them.

"That feels, really nice, (y/n)." He moaned, his hips starting buck against yours of their own accord, the intimacy of the moment stirring a warmth deep in his core.

"Your wings are so beautiful, I'm sorry you ever felt you had to hide them away. They're incredible, you're incredible Warren." You spoke sincerely, the admiration for his form clear in your awestruck gaze. You watched the easy smile light up his face as his grip on you tightened, and then all at once you were in the air, hovering above your bed as his wings supported you both with ease. His lips moved to yours as you floated in space, like two snowflakes hanging indefinitely on a breeze, threatening never to land on the cold ground below.

"If i'm incredible, it's only because you make me feel that way." Before you could form a coherent thought, let alone a response, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, bodies slowly drifting back to the bed below, until he lay you down, his chest pressed to yours as his wings began to wrap around your body, their softness enveloping you on all sides. His hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, slowly drawing it up to reveal more of the etched lines that your mutation granted your skin. You sat up, allowing him to pull the fabric away, his loving gaze raking along your chest before his lips found their way there too, grazing each of the precious marks with a kiss as he lowered himself down your stomach.

"I love so many things about you (y/n)," He mused between soft love bites along your flesh, drinking in the content sighs you released with each one, "I love your kindness, and your brains, and your body, and every pretty mark on your skin." He paused at the waistband of your shorts, fingers hovering just along the edge, sending sparks through your core as they brushed lightly over your stomach. His big, blue eyes looked up hopefully, wanting to kiss every part of you, and make you feel as good, as special, as you make him feel everyday. You nodded, a deep sigh coursing through you as his fingers hooked inside the hem, ache building between your legs as any fabric covering them was slowly dragged away. Hunger burned in Warren's eyes as he looked down at you exposed, vulnerable, desperate for his touch and all his for the taking. He pushed your knees slightly apart, drinking in the sight of your centre, the edge of his wings brushing over the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with the delicate sensation. The white feathers settled there, drawing soft circles on the sensitive flesh, as Warren leaned down between them, planting a tentative kiss on your tingling clit. He smiled at the reaction the slight touch drew, your eyes falling shut as your hips bucked off the mattress.

"Do that again?" You breathed out, missing the delighted look in Warren's eyes as his tongue replaced his lips, licking along your sensitive bud and watching closely at the effect he had on you. He could taste your excitement growing, slick building between at your entrance with every suck and swirl of his tongue, the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He positioned one finger teasingly at your entrance, gathering your excitement on his digit before pushing inside you slowly, watching for your reaction. Every sensation was magnified by his touch, the dance of his tongue in time with the incredible feeling of his finger inside you, the growing wetness and steady rhythm making your core tense of its own accord. The feather-light tickle of his wings inside your thighs had them trembling as he moved, the satin perfection of each brush drawing noises out from you that you'd never made before. It felt incredible and overwhelming and sensitive all at once, as the pressure inside you built to a peak you'd never felt anything like, your whole body seeming to vibrate all at once.

"Warren!" You cried out happily as the pleasure washed over you, feeling yourself tighten and clench around him as he hummed greedily against you, licking up the rush of wetness that came with your release. You felt euphoric, reaching your hands to grasp Warren's face and pulling it flush with yours, unable to fight back the beaming smiles as your lips met again.

"That was amazing." You sighed out, hands all but shaking as you slowly undid the button on jeans, desperate to feel more of him inside you, to help him feel the same incredible release. As you freed him of the fabric straining against his hard desire, his lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, as he kicked off his pants to leave nothing between the two of you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, as he looked down at you, needing to know you wanted this just as much as he did.

"I want you Warren, and i want my first time to be with you." You replied sweetly, trailing your fingers over his chest until you reached his manhood, wrapping your palm around him and pumping the length a few times as he nodded in agreement, lips returning to the sea of marks across your chest as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. "Let me know if it hurts and we can pause or stop." He said warmly, waiting for your agreement before he began to push himself into you. You felt warm and full as his hips bucked against yours, his wings encircling your bodies until you were in a perfect cocoon of soft, glistening feathers. You rolled your hips up against his, moaning as you felt the angle change inside of you, the vibrations of your first orgasm leaving you so sensitive that every movement felt like sparks flying inside of you. Warren's forehead pressed against yours as he thrust his hips, groaning deeply at the feeling of your warm, wet entrance clenching around him, a perfect fit like you were always meant to be this close. His steady thrusts grew faster, his volume increasing as he chased his high, the feeling of being deep inside you more than he could hold himself back from.

"(y/n), I.." He groaned out, his own ecstasy imminent as you nodded your head, anticipating his release as his hips started to twitch erratically,

"it's okay baby, let go, I want to feel you inside me." You moaned out, returning your hands to his wings, your fingers running over the feathers in a blissful sensation that had Warren crying out your name as he let himself spill inside of you. You kept the gentle stroke of your fingers on his wings until he rolled sideways, falling onto the bed beside you, his wing wrapping over you like the most protective blanket you could hope for.

"That was amazing (y/n)." He sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled in closer, his nose bumping into yours as your faces drew closer.

"It really was, I love you." You replied back, pulling your own blanket over the both of you as you settled into the cosy comfort of bed together.

"I love you too." He echoed softly, a weight lifted from his scarred shoulders as he allowed himself to relax into you, finally feeling like he's found his safe home; you.

#one shot #fanfiction #writing #requests #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington angst #warren worthington x you #warren worthington iii #warren worthington smut #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington fluff #Warren Worthington #x men one shot #xmen #xmen angel #x men apocalypse #x-men angel #angel

[reapers-lover]

Pumpkin seeds

Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of knifes for carving pumpkins and mentions of taking a shower together otherwise just straight fluff

...

~What happens when you carve pumpkins with Warren for the first time?~

Word count: 490

Halloween at Xavier's school for gifted children was never a bore. But, this year Warren was here to spend it with you.

"Y/n where are we even going to put the pumpkins?" He asked as he held onto the pumpkin I gave him.

"We always put them outside of our rooms- Ah-ha! I found another good one!" You exclaimed. Warren chuckled as you got a good hold on the pumpkin and started walking away. You turned around to see him still in the same place as before.

"What are you waiting for? The pumpkins won't carve themselves!"

He sighed chuckling again then finally followed you home.

…

You laid out newspapers all around Warren's bedroom floor.

"Why do we have to do this in my room?" He complained while still laying down the newspapers.

"Because I've got a rug in my room and you don't." You laughed.

You laid down the last paper and smiled.

"Now we have to grab the pumpkins and the knives to carve 'em!"

Warren went to grab the knives as you carefully placed the pumpkins at the center of the newspaper. By the time Warren came back you had already drawn out where you wanted to carve.

"Ok so I drew out my design and you can do the same if you'd like if you can just free hand it!"

He nodded and you grabbed a knife and started cutting into the top of the pumpkin. You started to take out the gooey seeds from the center when an idea sparked in your head. You picked up a handful of the previously discarded seeds then set it on Warren's bare arm. He glared at you then chuckled darkly. He tossed the seeds onto the floor and grabbed a knife to cut his pumpkin.

Barely a minute later you were interrupted from your pumpkin carving when Warren placed a large clump of the seeds on top of your head.

You grabbed another handful of seeds and threw them at him. And without even aiming you had managed to hit his face.

"Oh you're in for it now." He chuckled.

You screeched as he threw a clump at your face also. Soon enough a war had started. You both were throwing seeds and guts at each other. Aiming anywhere you could possibly hit.

…

Laughing, you collapsed onto the newspaper. Warren quickly followed. Slightly out of breath you smiled at each other. You turned and grabbed his face. You leaned in and kissed him, smiling lightly. He tasted like pumpkins.

"We should probably clean up." You sighed about to get up. You were stopped by Warren's arms around your stomach. He pulled you down next to him and stole another kiss.

"How about this, we clean up and then we can take a shower?" You proposed.

"That sounds perfect." He smiled, got up and bent down giving you one more kiss before cleaning up the room.

#fanfiction #fluff #x men apocalypse #x men #angel #warren worthington x reader #warren #warren worthington iii #warren worthington the third #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington iii x reader #angel x reader #x men x reader #reapers halloween

[absolutelyfizzing]

gentlest instruments (request) 

warren worthington iii x fem!reader

Do you take requests still? If so can you do Warren Worthington basically worshipping reader (their body and what-not) and basically being hella whipped? Fem!reader if you can, :)

description - reader is feeling a little insecure but warren puts an end to that right away.

word count - 1000

warnings - insecure reader, one cuss word, reader is described as a woman at times, very minor body description (i don't think anything distinct but nonetheless), warren being an angel, reader is a mutant and has powers over nature.

A/N- i am so very sorry i haven't posted in so long. I go through these ohases where i just don't write at all and i feel awful that i leave some of you waiting for more. Anyway, i am trying to work though the requests that are speaking to me and i will be trying to write more often (though we all know how often i say that). Thank you for sticking with me and i hope you enjoy.

MASTERLIST

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. It wasn't that you didn't like how you looked, you thought you were fine. But it's not like you were anything to call home about. At the school you were surrounded by beautiful and gifted women all the time, how were you supposed to compete? How were you supposed to maintain Warren's attention?

He had never made you feel insecure, he was always one to tell you how pretty you looked and that he liked your outfits, it just made you question his sincerity. Your powers were in manipulating nature, something that you liked but it wasn't exactly badass. You looked at Jean or Raven or Ororo and they were all so powerful and strong. You weren't sure if that's what you were.

You pulled at your jean shorts and tugged on your shirt and just gave another sigh before turning away from the mirror.

A knock was sounded at the door that made you jump a bit, scaring you out of your own thoughts.

"Y/N?" It was Warren. You had a date today which really just meant he was taking you out for an afternoon picnic.

He was the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He was adoring and gentle with you and he never made you question his loyalty. So why did you feel so insecure?

"Come in." You tried to let light into your voice but you knew you sounded frustrated.

He slowly crept the door open and peeked inside the room to find you facing decidedly away from your mirror and picking at your hands.

"Are you doing okay, my love?" He sounded timid and you hated that he could so easily tell when you weren't feeling well.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You assured, trying to communicate to him with your eyes, now met across the room, that you didn't want to talk about it. He must have gotten the point because he simply nodded and stood a bit to the side. He swept his arm across him toward the door, ushering you out, and he plastered a big grin on his face that made your heart quicken. You giggled a bit and you both left your room.

Instead of trying to talk to you when you seemed so preoccupied, Warren settled on holding your hand and fidgeting with your thumb.

You silently and contentedly made your way together out of the building and across the lawn to a large oak tree under which warren had put together a modest picnic. There were flowers and a planet laid out with a basket of food and it made you nearly cry. How sweet was this man stood next to you and how could anyone ever think he was menacing. He motioned for you to sit when you got there and you did, looking around at the sweet gesture.

He sat next to you, his wings spread behind him in their relaxed state and he laid down. Suddenly there were hands on your waist pulling you down with him and you fell on top of him in a fit of giggles, putting a big smile on Warren's face. He would have done anything to make you laugh like that for the rest of your life. You looked up at him from your new spot on his chest and he gazed into your eyes. His smile slowly dropped.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about what's bothering you, honey?" You sighed and broke eye contact with him, instead moving to sit up and face where he lay. You found yourself reaching for his wings to card your fingers through them but paused.

He had always told you that you were the only person he let touch his wings but you were still hesitant.

"Go ahead, bub."

You started to play with the feathers, being gentle and conscious that they were sensitive.

"I was just feeling insecure I think." You whispered, knowing that it sounded strange to him. He had told you that you had no reason to ever be insecure and that you were perfect to him.

"About what?"

"My body. My powers. Just like, me I guess."

"Honey, you are the most beautiful girl in the world." You gave him a playful glare that told him to drop the bullshit. "I'm not kidding."

"Warren-"

"Y/N, you are amazing. Your body is amazing. Your powers are amazing. Your hands are the gentlest instruments I've ever had the pleasure of touching. Your thighs are made of pure magic and you cannot convince me otherwise." You smiled at him a bit. "And your smile is that only thing I care about in this whole world. You make me so endlessly happy. You know that right?"

"I think I do. I mean, logically I know you love me. I just see all of these powerful women everywhere around us and I don't know how I can compete with that."

"There is no competition, Y/N." He whispered, his hand coming to trace the lines of your face above him. "You are the only woman I think about, your arms are the only place I want to be and your stomach is my favorite place to take a nap. Your scars are a sign of strength and your lips are the most absolutely kissable thing I've ever seen." With that, he sat up and pulled you into a sweet kiss. It held all of the love he had for you. His thumb traced under your eye where you hadn't noticed any tears falling but he wiped them away nonetheless.

"I guess this is just a sign that I need to show you how beautiful you are more often." He smiled and you gave him a small smile in return.

#fluff #fluffy #warren #Warren Worthington III #warren worthington the third #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #warren imagine #warren fluff #warren x reader #x men #xmen #xmen imagine #xmen fluff #angst #x reader

[chucklenutsz]

Warren Worthington 💖

#warren worthington the third #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington smut #warren worthington iii #angel wings #angel #archangel #angel of death #ben hardy #marvel xmen #x men apocalypse #x men movies #xmen #x men fanart

[delicatenightfury]

Christmas Surprise

Wolverine and the X-men onshot

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x OC

Summary: Warren decides to surprise his girlfriend for Christmas

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, just a little steamy at the end but not a lot

Author's note:

So, I made @mistys-blerbz watch two of my favorite X-men shows - X-men Evolution (2000) and Wolverine and the X-men (2009). We've been exposing one another to different shows and encouraging one another to create OC's for those shows. So, Misty created a character.

But we quickly realized that there is literally no fics for Angel other than the X-men Apocalypse version, and if I'm being honest, I really don't like that version of him. So, of course I had to go and write my own to satisfy us both.

Also, please don't steal my work! I don't own X-men characters or the OC (which belongs to @mistys-blerbz), but this is my own idea.

Elsie hummed happily to the Christmas music that echoed throughout the station. The place was decorated wildly for the holiday. Lights hung from the ceiling and wrapped around several railings. The large red and gold Christmas tree was put up in the lobby. Elsie always loved the train set that was always placed at the base of the tree, especially since the train was replaced with a bright fire truck. When she was younger, she used to lay in front of the tree and watch the train go round and round the base.

She could hear her family chattering around the place, cheering at the football game or laughing at the poker game they had started. The sounds made her feel a sense of peace, filling her heart with warmth. And while she wanted to join them, Elsie had claimed charge of the grill, cooking up enough food to feed a small army. Fire fighters sure knew how to eat. Not that she minded. She was used to cooking for large groups of people. The kids at the Institute could easily rival her Chicago family.

“Dinner smells great, kiddo,” Frank said as he came up next to her. “Glad to see you’ve still got it.”

“I’m hurt, Frank! You think I’d lost it?”

Frank smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. The fire chief was like a father to her. He had graying hair and a full mustache that looked straight from the 80’s, but always had a charming look to him. Elsie guessed he was quite the lady’s man back in the day.

“Never.”

“Good. Now get the hell out of my kitchen. I’m working.”

Frank laughed as he stepped away.

“Ya hear that, boys? She’s home for all of two minutes and she’s already taking over!”

“Damn right!” Elsie called.

“She can take over all she wants!” she heard Ben shout back. “She cooks better than you can, old man!”

Elsie simply smirked at Frank, who looked shocked at the comment.

She loved her family, as crazy and nontraditional as it was.

When she was a baby, she was left at the fire station by her parents. The reason they hadn’t wanted her? She was a mutant, born with green skin, white hair, and golden eyes. The firefighters at the station had decided to take her in rather than turn her over to Child Services, knowing that she would have a better chance growing up with them instead of more than likely jumping foster homes. They gave her a room just for her and taught her everything she knew. 

They hadn’t cared about her appearance. In fact, they loved her for it. One of the first things they requested when she had arrived was that she turn off her image inducer bracelet and remain in her true form. The only other time she got to be in her own skin was when she was at the Institute or on missions with the X-men.

Elsie couldn’t have asked for a better family. She loved getting to come home for the holidays and be with them. They always made time for her, even leaving their own families for a time so that they could spend time with her.

The only thing that could possibly make this time better was if her special someone were there with her. The very thought of him made her smile. 

She had been dating Warren for several months now. Like her, he was a mutant with a physical mutation. They had gone to college together but did not officially get together until after they both joined the X-men.

The only downside was that neither of their families knew of their relationship.

Warren’s reasoning was straightforward: his father was a big public figure, the CEO of Worthington Industries, with a very vocal dislike for mutants. He even funded several anti-mutant projects. Having a mutant as a son was a “bad look” for Mr Worthington in general, so to learn that his son was dating one would be an even bigger blow to his image.

Elsie’s reasoning was a little more complicated. Her family consisted of a bunch of overprotective fire fighters. They would not hesitate to grill Warren given the chance, possibly even give the “if you hurt our girl” speech. As much as she wanted Warren to meet her family, she was nervous about the responses they would receive.

Elsie smiled when the meat finished on the grill, quickly putting it all on a large plate. She had timed everything perfectly so the food was all finishing around the same time.

She let out a loud whistle, knowing it would catch everyone’s attention.

“Dinner’s ready!” she shouted. “Come and get it while it’s hot!”

In the distance, she could hear people moving around to come upstairs. But she wasn’t expecting to hear a voice in the kitchen with her.

“Think there’s room for one more?”

Elsie whipped around to face the source, her eyes wide.

“Warren?!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said with a grin.

She gaped at him as he maneuvered through the kitchen to approach her. She wrapped her arms around him - she could never resist a hug from him. He picked her up briefly, swinging her around a little before setting her back on her feet. Her hands subconsciously drifted toward his back, fingers tracing familiar patterns there.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he said.

“But I thought you were spending Christmas with your father?”

He shrugged.

“I told him that I wanted to check out the Chicago lab, see how things were going. I just came from there.”

“You faked an excuse? To come here?”

He nodded, but was slowly looking a little unsure.

“Was that okay?”

“Of course!” He had faked an excuse to his father just so he could spend time with her. She hugged him again, planting a kiss on his lips. “I just wasn’t expecting it!”

“Hence why it’s a surprise, Els.”

A loud cough broke in, drawing the couple’s attention away from each other and toward the kitchen entrance. Elsie winced when she saw that nearly everyone was piled into the doorway staring at them. Slowly, they trickled in and all eyes were on the pair.

“Who the hell is this?” Todd asked.

Elsie smiled sheepishly, linking her arm with Warren’s, who smiled politely at them all. 

“Guys, this is Warren,” she said slowly. “My boyfriend.”

There were varying expressions of surprise on their faces. Elsie waited anxiously to see what they would do.

Frank stepped forward first, arms dropping from where they were crossed over his chest. Warren offered his hand to him.

“Warren Worthington. Pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said.

Frank scanned him over briefly before taking his hand and shaking it.

“Pleasure’s all mine. It’s great to finally meet you, Mr Worthington,” Frank said.

“Please, call me Warren.”

“You taking care of our girl, Warren?”

He chuckled a little, almost nervously. He looked at Elsie, flashing her a smile before turning back to Frank.

“Doing my best. But some days it’s more like she’s taking care of me.”

The fire chief smiled.

“She tends to do that. Hey, why don’t you take off your coat? Stay for dinner.”

Warren glanced at Elsie. She gave him an encouraging smile and a small nod. Warren took a breath before he shrugged off his coat. Elsie watched his wings unfurl, stretching them a little to get more comfortable. They seemed to glow in the kitchen lights. As Warren folded up his coat, Elsie looked at her family. They looked even more surprised than before, but they also appeared to be in awe.

“Woah,” Joe breathed.

Elsie smiled at Warren before clapping her hands.

“All right! How about we put the food on the table and eat?”

The rest of the night passed without incident. Of course her family wanted to know everything, so dinner mostly consisted of questions being fired left and right. Sometimes someone would say something that caught Elsie off guard and caused her to groan in embarrassment. In response, Warren would place his hand on her thigh. He’d squeeze it every now and then but would primarily rub his thumb gently over her skin.

But his actions did little to calm her down. In fact, he only succeeded in getting her to go from embarrassed to horny. And that damn man knew exactly what he was doing to her, that little smirk told her everything.

Warren had offered to help Frank clean up from dinner, much to Elsie’s annoyance. She wanted nothing more than to drag him up to her room. But he had chosen to socialize instead, wanting to get to know her family.

Damn, pretty boy.

In all honesty, she loved seeing him openly interact with her family. Warren rarely got to be himself in public, but he didn’t need to put up a front with them. It warmed her heart to see just how comfortable he was with everyone.

The hours slowly went by and things eventually settled down. Most of the crew went home to their families, a few staying in case of emergency. Elsie and Warren said their good nights to everyone before they headed upstairs to her room. 

Once the door was shut though, Elsie was practically on top of Warren. The man laughed, putting his hands on her hips and squeezing them in the way that Elsie loved.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Seems like someone is a little excited.”

“It’s your own damn fault,” she said, tugging at his sweater. “You kept touching my thigh during dinner, then brushing up against me throughout the rest of the night.”

Warren hummed, grinning as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Can’t help it, beautiful. I love seeing you all confident and happy. Plus you look amazing tonight. I love seeing this version of you.”

Elsie smiled.

“I guess I can forgive you. But only if you get these damn clothes off.”

“Way ahead of you.”

The two fell into bed, losing themselves in each other. 

Elsie sighed as she settled comfortably on Warren’s bare chest.

“God, I missed this.”

“What sex?” Warren said with an amused look.

“No. Well, yes. But no, I meant you.”

Warren smiled. He gripped her chin and pulled her face up to his so he could kiss her sweetly. Elsie hummed happily.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m glad I was able to come by.”

Elsie chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you lied to your dad just to come here.”

“Hey, I’d much rather spend time with you than with a father who barely talks to me. Your family is much more fun. You all seem very close.”

“I’d like to think so. They all basically raised me after my parents left me here. I’d never ask for a better family.”

“Don’t let the kids back at the Institute hear you say that. They might take offense.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Warren laughed. He tugged her closer and buried his face in her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin. Elsie smiled. He never could get enough of her, though the feeling was definitely mutual. 

“Oh, I just remembered,” she said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Before dinner, Frank said it was great to finally meet you. Any idea what that was about?”

Warren nodded. He seemed a little nervous suddenly, but he spoke up anyway.

“Since we were in college, I’ve been giving monthly donations to the station. And when there was that accident a few years back when this place flooded, I helped pay for the repairs. So Frank and I have actually had a little bit of communication since all that.”

Elsie had pushed herself up so she could stare at Warren. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“But all that… that was before we even started dating.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I know. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react. But I wanted to support the station because I knew how much it meant to you, and I knew how much they did to take care of you.” He reached up to cup her cheek, swiping his thumb over her freckles. “I hope that’s okay.”

Elsie could feel tears in the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. She laughed a little and surged down to kiss him. He was momentarily caught off guard but wrapped his arms around her to bring her closer. Elsie adjusted so she was straddling him, thick thighs on either side of his hips. She pulled away enough to look at him, a wide smile gracing her lips.

“It’s more than okay,” she said. “I just wasn’t expecting that. I knew the station was receiving donations, but Frank never told me who they were coming from. I just… thank you.”

Warren smiled, brushing her white hair back behind her ear. 

“Of course, Els. I love you.”

“I love you too, Warren.” A little devilish smirk slowly spread across her face as she rolled her hips. “Now why don’t I show you just how much?”

#wolverine and the x-men #x-men #angel #warren Worthington iii #x-men angel #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x oc #angel imagine #angel x oc #mutant oc #writing for a friend #I love this show so much #watxm

[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

"Death, Pestilence and Famine"

chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

----------------------------

"Get the... f-fuc-k... Just... f-...

...Go -way!"

The smoke was making it really hard for him to speak a complete sentence without coughing, but it was the first time he spoke to you directly in 3 years, from when he helped you out on your debut night. Funny, isn't it, how the tables had turned?

"Oh, cut the crap and let me help you!"

"I-I don't... need y-"

This man!!! Seriously? You thought to yourself, astonished by this beaten up, electrocuted and half-roasted man, still having the audacity to act all bratty given the circumstances. You were about to shut him up when a a sudden crashing sound made you both jump.

A piece of what used to be the celling fell right at Warren's back, missing him by mere inches. Just as he stayed in there, motionless and still processing what just happened, you took the opportunity to get close enough so you could placed yourself from underneath his arm, attempting to balance most of his weight on you while guiding him towards the exit

"WE MUST GO... NOW!"

Finding the way out was rough, yes, but thanks to the adrenaline rush it had been way easier and way less painful than carrying a person twice your body weight with gigantic, and now useless wings which were dragging you both down every 3 steps of the way.

Now problem was, what now? You couldn't quite possibly show up to E.R looking like that, because let's be honest, even during this somewhat more opened-minded-times there was still plenty of judgment towards your kind, there were still too many people out there who firmly believed each and every mutant was always "up to no good" and two raggedy kids covered in ashes and blood with one of them showing a very clear mutation could cause many to start asking too many questions which could put you both in jail, because as much as you hated it, this time both of you had, stupidly, been "up to no good".

This made the only possible destination, much to your dislike, to be none other than Warren's place. But the only time you ever went there it had been long ago. In theory finding the old building shouldn't have been much of an issue, if each time you asked Warren for any sort of guidance he didn't just mutter a bunch of nonsense and curses. Luckily what you did know was that it was in the same area as the Cage, and it's not like there was a spooky warehouse around every corner, it had to be easy to find, right?

After what felt like a life time, you finally made it to the box-like building with cracked walls covered in graffiti and with far too many broken windows, it had a dark and gloomy aura that missed-matched completely from the overall vivid environment from the city's night life, just like before all you could think of it was 'this is the type of place people get murder in the movies'.

"You'll have to kick the door"

Your companion said, but given his previous helpful input before, you thought it was more of the same rambling from before.

"Yeah, whatever you say, buddy"

"No.. it, the door... It won't open, unless you kick it"

"Oh, so we're making sense now, uh?"

Maybe it scared the shit out of you, but to Warren this was home, and it showed since he wasn't as delusional as before.

"Well in that case I'll have to leave you here, ok?"

You said while slowly resting Warren next to the wall so you could try to open the front door.

After a few minutes and many failed attempts you finally cracked Warren's advanced security system.

"Ok, c'mon up, hun, just a few more steps."

Maybe it had been the exhaustion, or maybe because of the absolute delicacy you grabbed him with, what took him by surprise and made Warren nod and cooperate so easily.

But sadly the night wasn't over, once inside Warren still needed help, a lot of it. As you carefully slipped him from over your shoulder onto his mattress. you realized, YOU HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE TO START.

Your mind was going at full speed thinking about the next step. Should I clean him up? Should I check if there's something broken? Or maybe I should give him some water? Does he even have water in here? Oh god what if he has a brain injury? How the hell am I going t-

"-id kit"

"Watcha say?"

"First aid kit, behind you"

As you reached out to the suitcase-size kit you started searching for something you didn't even know what it was.

"Left side, big brown bottle"

As if he was reading your mind, Warren started to name the lengthy list of what was needed, and in all honesty you couldn't have been more grateful. It's not like you didn't know how to patch someone up, it's just this type of wounds were something you've never healed before, and well... This was Warren we were talking about! This was probably the first time he'd accepted help in his entire life so if you screwed this up he might never forgive you.

And for some unknown reason it only increased your anxiety, but why? It's not like you were close, God, you weren't even friends. So why did it matter to you so much what he thought?

"Fucking-agh!"

While you were lost in yourself Warren had started to ditch his jacket so you could work on him but trying to do so with only one arm and with the fabric sticking to the dried blood was making it nothing but torture.

"Hey, hey, hey, let me ok? You're gonna make it worse".

#archangel x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #warren worthington x reader #xmen x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #xmen #archangel #xmen fanfiction #warren worthington imagine #xmen headcanon #warren worthington the third #apocalypse #x men fanfiction

[the-daydream-queen]

X-Men Masterlist

*My work is not to be taken or used anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs, likes and comments are always welcome and much appreciated. Thank you to all who read my work, and recommend it. It means a lot!

Warren Worthington (Angel)

Headcanons:

Napping With Warren

Dating Warren Would Include

Soft Fluff

Domestic Fluff

Drabbles

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Headcanons:

Peter Driving Would Include

Favorite Things About One Another

Drabbles:

It’s Too Cold, Come Back

I Know I’ve Already Kissed You

Fluffy Drabble

Distractions

Comforts

Bad Dreams

#X-men #domestic fluff #fluff #peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #Warren Worthington III #warren worthington x you #warren worthinhton iii imagine

[justiceformeplease]

Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #eddie munson #warren worthington iii #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #tasm!peter imagine #ben hardy imagine #eddie munson x reader #kirk hammett #serj tankian #daron malakian #fem reader #male reader #x reader #fanfiction

[dinogoofymutated]

Alright everyone, here's my current posting schedule! I'll cross off fics as I finish them. It's gonna be a lot of fluff with finals coming up. I'm gonna try to stay in order but I might not succeed lol

1. Warren- I have an ask for him I'm working on but I'll probably post a smaller fluff thing too.

2. Hank- fluff!!

3. Kurt- also fluff.

4. Remy- again, more fluff! Fluff nation. Week of fluff. Hell yeah.

5. Gladiator- flufffff.

#goofyspeaks #x men #x men 97 #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #gambit #kurt wagner #remy lebeau #nightcrawler x reader #x men gladiator #kallark x reader #hank mccoy #hank mccoy x reader #warren worthington iii #warren worthington imagine

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Christmas with You

Pairing: Warren Worthington x gn!reader

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, a little angst

Summary: A didn’t like the holiday season, until they met B

A year ago Warren would have run up the stairs, up to his room slammed it shut and put his headphones in. Drone out the cheery atmosphere with loud Metal music. Now he held you in his arms while the younger students ripped off the paper from their presents.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you but you couldn’t move away from him as he held you by your waist. “Warren, It really tickles. Please stop.” He made a noise of protest at your plea. “I don’t want to.” You huffed out a laugh. “Maybe lay your head on my shoulder but not breath onto my neck. You know how ticklish I am there.”

Warren smirked to himself. He knew how ticklish your neck area was and still used it against you. He pulled you tighter to his broad chest. “You know I love it when I can pull you close to my body and cuddle you.” You grumbled as he snuggled further into your neck. You didn’t think it was possible but Warren found a way.

You watched as all the kids finished unpacking and gathering their stuff to go to bed. Warren moved from your neck to your ear making you shiver. “Thank you.” You turned your head so you could look at him. You were confused as to why he was thanking you. You didn’t even get him his gift yet. “What for?”

Warren’s arms snaked tighter around your waist. His smile widened as he got ready to tell you. “I told you once how my dad liked to do things on Christmas. Especially after my mutation broke out.” He took a deep breath. You took his large hand in yours and squeezed it in reassurance. “Well it went from bad to worse. I never believed in the spirit of Christmas until I met you.” His breath shuddered as he breathed out. “That’s why I thanked you for. I can’t thank you enough for showing me that this time of the year is so magical.”

You turned in his arms and pulled him to your lips. Warren reciprocate your kiss by intensifying desire. It made your knees week. Warren happily tighten his hold on your body.

Wanna read more of the Marvel Guys or X-Men? Click here Wanna stay updated? Click here Wanna request something? Click here

You liked this story? Please reblog and support my content!

#warren worthington fanfic #warren worthington x you #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington the third #warren worthington iii #warren worthington fluff #31 days of december