#warren worthington iii x reader

[glitchaxolol]

So hc: You know our pretty little bird boy, Angel. His wings aren’t actually that of an angel. They are of a dove. He may have descended from the Cheyarafim but after the mutant gene skipped so many generations, the angel part has transformed into a dove, the bird known to be a symbol of god(no I’m not religious, I just grew up Christian). His body temperature is said to be increased but can adapt to almost any temperatures. He ‘whiffles’ such as large birds do(alternating side slipping and briefly turning upside down to quickly lose height before landing). His vision is impeccable, having night vision, enhanced peripheral vision, and he can basically zoom in on targets(increased amount of rods in his eyes and has a reflective surface behind his retinas). He also has a third eyelid that’s transparent that can withstand the high pressures while flying.

But, uh, yeah. There’s probably more but this is all I’m gonna say. There might be some stuff to disprove this but idc, I still say he’s a dove. I just think it’s really cool cuz I’ve been obsessing over Angel lately!<333

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[the-ravenist]

My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

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[1donoow]

MCU FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

erik lehnsherr

warren worthington

alex summers

Scott summers

Kurt Wagner

Jean grey

Druig

Loki laufeyson

Bucky barnes

Peter parker

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@weasvlys - NSFW headcannon

@takenbypeter - Is the big spoon when cuddling

- Gives the other “the look” when they crossed the line

- Spends WAY too much time in the snack aisle while grocery shopping

@chiefdirector - Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

@gangrenados - valentine's day with them

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

@quickiesgirl -the night the klepto stole your heart

@takenbypeter - text message emergency

- have no fear peter is here

- look me in my eyes

- peter w/ an s/o whos too nice

- snack shopping

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@devilgenics - headcannon

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

@softie-rain - opposites attract

@quicksilverownsmysoul - ___

@damnnnelliot - sleeping with pietro maximoff would include

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erik lehnsherr

@fanfic-galore-ig - headcannon

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warren worthington

@absolutelyfizzing - angels and demons

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mrsarnasdelicious - first kiss

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - fluff alphabet pt.2

@definitely-not-v - meeting and falling inlove with warren would include

@gangrenados - ___

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alex summers

@starshipsofstarlord - summertime

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mayfieldss - dating alex summers would include

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Scott summers

@refiwrites - taking care of drunk scott summer

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Kurt Wagner

@definitely-not-v - Warm

@peachy-wolfhard - dating kurt wagner

@maximoffs-girl - having a family w/ kurt wagner

- dating kurt wagner would include

- arcade date with kurt

@refiwrites - is that my sweater?

@rubystarpoet - nightcrawler

@dem-obscure-imagines - nightcrawler and the princess

@gabrielsgoldengrace - being a burlesque dancer and kurt seeing a show would include

@thefandom-fanatic - drawing hearts

@spotofimagines - blue

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms - you can do this i believe in you

@fandom-------queen - headcannon

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Jean grey

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Druig

@sapphireplums - break time

@starsvck - somewhere only we know

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Loki laufeyson

@weasleygirl7 -Glorious purpose

@bonky-n-steeb - the flower crown

@agentofkrypton - ___

- ___

@takenbypeter - you make it better

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bucky barnes

@takenbypeter - keep your friends close

- b.b

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peter parker

@parkersmaterialgirl - headcannon

@yesitsmewhataboutit - 1:10 am

@realtalkswithfinn - the spiderling(avenger!reader)

#peter maximof x reader #erik lensherr x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #alex summers x reader #scott summers x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean grey x reader #druig x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #masterlist #mcu rec

[michelle-is-writing]

Clean, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 1.5k~

After a mission, Warren’s wings are always dirty. No matter what the mission consisted of, Warren will always come back to me with his once white wings covered in dried blood and dirt. Although, he never wants help in cleaning them.

“I’m fine,” He’ll say, “I’ve been doing this for a long time - I’m okay.”

However, I don’t feel right just letting him go into our shower (a large one made for him) after a long mission and try to scrub his wings while trying not to pass out from exhaustion. With a good conscience, I can’t be okay with just letting him do that. In spite of my feelings, Warren still doesn’t want me helping him.

I know it’s because he fears being vulnerable, and if anyone else were to go through what he went through, they would feel the same way. However, since we’ve been dating for a while now, I want Warren to be more comfortable being vulnerable around me. I know that he knows I won’t repeat the actions of others before me, but I want him to trust and believe that simple fact at the same time.

“Warren, can I come in?” I ask, gently knocking on our bathroom door. On the other side, I can hear the water running, but not the shower. It’s been on for several minutes now, and usually, Warren would have already been finished at this point. Warren’s probably sitting on the floor by the tub, so tired that he can’t even push himself to get up to get undressed and climb in the tub.

“Of course,” I hear him respond, his voice full of fatigue. His most recent mission took nearly a week to complete as it involved gathering other mutants from around the world. Thinking back to watching him lug himself around earlier, having a hard-enough time trying to keep his eyes open then, I can only imagine how tired he is right now.

Stepping into the bathroom, I see that my presumptions are correct. Warren is so tired that he can hardly sit up straight. “Baby, let me help you,” I speak softly to him, but like always, he shakes his head.

“I’m fine,” Warren almost groans with a limp wave of his hand. “I’m just gonna... sit here for a few and then get in the shower,” he further explains, his eyes slowly closing more and more as each word leaves his lips.

With a frown, I shake my head before crouching in front of him and placing my hands on each side of his face, therefore gaining his full attention. “Honey, please,” I start, sliding my thumb over his cheekbone with a feather-like touch. “Let me help you, and before you reject me,” I cut him off right as he starts to speak. “You can always tell me to stop at any point if you get uncomfortable or uneasy, okay? I will understand.”

My final words seem to win him over as he ultimately gives in by closing his eyes and leaning forward to rest his head against my chest. “Fine,” he murmurs, “but instead of a shower, can we take a bath? I honestly don’t want to stand up for any long period of time.”

Nodding at his tired voice, I reach a hand up to mess with his beautiful curls. “Of course,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Nothing sounds better,” I add, watching as he turns his head up to look at me with a smirk. Instantly, I know what he’s up to.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks, earning an eye roll back from me almost instantly.

“You know what, maybe that shower does sound better after all,” I chide, watching him break into a laugh in response to that. I love the fact that we can still joke with each other like we usually do even in moments where we’re exhausted or upset.

Eventually, Warren and I are both undressed and climbing into the bathtub where he sits in the middle and I stand on my knees behind him. The water surrounding us is warm, and because I like to treat myself when I take a bath, the smell of lavender and peonies fills the air from the soap. I want this to be as relaxing as it can be for Warren as it’s what he deserves after such a long week. Plus, I want to show my boyfriend that I truly care for him. The idea of taking a bath with your significant other may be something small to someone, but for us, this is a huge step forward.

Using my hands as a makeshift bowl, I pour water onto his wings and hair before moving onto with his golden curls. As gentle as I can, I massage some of my shampoo into Warren’s soft locks while scratching my fingers against his scalp. This earns a soft hum from him, causing me to smile.

“What?” I ask, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Instantly, Warren looks back at me with a pleased smile.

“Nothing,” he murmurs softly, resting his arms in front of him in the water. “It just... feels nice. The bath and all.”

Nodding, I lean back and continue washing his hair for a few more moments before rinsing it out and moving onto his wings. However, before I add soap to any of the feathers, I try my hardest to spot any areas to be extra careful on. After a few seconds, I sigh. I’m glad I chose to do this before anything else.

“Warren, were you hit with something?” I ask, moving a few feathers to the side on his right wing. “There’s like a scab or something with dried blood around it,” I inform him, looking at the back of his head for any response.

A few seconds pass before a small “oh yeah” falls from Warren’s lips. “One of the guys we were trying to help led us to a group of enemies that we found out were against mutants, so we had to fight them. I don’t exactly remember when I was shot, but I remember burning pain at one point.”

Instantly, my eyes widen as big as saucers. “You were shot?!” I exclaim, moving to sit across from him in the water. Warren simply nods as if it wasn’t a big deal. “And you didn’t go to the nurses station when you got back?!”

“No,” He answers, smiling soon afterward. “I wanted to come and see you as soon as I got here,” Warren confesses, leaning forward while moving his hands from the water and over to my hands. “I missed you a lot, you know.”

Smiling, I nod at him as my tense stature softens a little bit. “I missed you too,” I tell him, moving closer as his arms move to wrap around me and pull me close. “But you got shot, and that’s more important than seeing me as soon as you got here.”

“Eh, I disagree,” Warren chides, causing me to roll my eyes. “Besides, it’s healing, right? There’s no fresh blood or sign of infection?”

Looking back at the wound, I sigh. “No, it looks fine,” I note, dragging my finger against it like I did earlier with his cheek. “Does it hurt though?” As the question falls from my lips, I look at his face for any response to me touching his wound. His eyes stay on me the whole time and they don’t wince either.

“Not when I’m with you, nurse (Y/n),” Warren states, the smirk he wore earlier following in suit. He knows how sappy and ridiculous his comment was. I know he intended it to be that way too.

“Warren, shut up,” I murmur after a few moments of silence between us. Immediately, he giggles at my comment before pulling me close and hugging me to him.

“Ugh, I love you so much,” he groans, nuzzling his nose into my neck. His wet curls graces the side of my face, and as I look over his shoulder, I see his wings encasing us like they usually do when I’m around Warren. I don’t know if he does this on purpose or if he even realizes that his wings do that, but that doesn’t make it any less wonderful.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve my own angel,” Warren whispers to me, causing me to turn my head toward him and stare as he smiles, his eyes shut in a mix of tranquility and bliss. Seeing him so relaxed causes me to smile as well before leaning close and kissing his soft porcelain cheek.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve mine either~”

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[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

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~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

[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

"Warren being a total simp for you would include" HC's

Warren Worthington III x reader

Based from this request "Are you taking requests? If you are can you do like headcannons or a blurb of warren literally worshiping reader (their body or something yk?)", I tried not to focus so much on the physical stuff tho. Hope you like it or is at least what you had in mind @yelenabelovasbathwater 💞

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Warren is not a man of words. That is a fact.

Not because of awkwardness or lack of vocabulary.

Actually, it is the complete opposite, he's smooth and eloquent when he wants to be.

Warren knows just the right things to say to get his way.

Some people would call him a sweet-talker, others a smart-mouth.

Either way, they're both right.

And it's all thanks to his up bringing.

This man has been 'networking' way before he understood what that was.

Although Warren is fluent in many languages, he seems to forget how to use them whenever he tries to express his emotions.

To his friends.

To the people he admires.

And to you.

Warren has always been an affectionate person, problem is, he was forced by his parents to suppress his feelings down from an early age.

He never learned to properly communicate with others in that regard.

People often think of Warren as cold and aloof.

Unapproachable and selfish.

And he can be.

When he needs to.

He had to learned it the hard way.

If you come across as soft and nice people would take advantage of you.

Even as tough as he was back in Berlin, Apocalypse still managed to use him like another one of his puppets.

He swore to never let that happen again.

But then he met the X-men, and he realised this was a place were he could let his guard down.

He has been trying to work on his little 'problem'.

He really wants to let the ones he love know how much they mean to him.

And by that I mean YOU.

This poor man spent what felt like eons pinning over you.

There was an extremely weird mix between calmness and euphoria you brought on him whenever you were around, which drove him insane.

He wanted so badly to be with you but he couldn't get the guts to actually say it.

Pretty unfitting with his overall BadBoyTM facade.

Longing hands and fingers aching to prolong each contact.

Searching eyes who looked for any sign to indicate the feeling was mutual.

Same big doe-eyes who light up with every look you gave his way.

Lips who chanted your name like it was a prayer.

Like if your name held an addictive taste only perceptible to Warren.

Thankfully you understood the Angel's silent pleas, and you'll be damned if you let them unanswered.

It was you who asked Warren out for your first date.

It was also you the first one to say the big 4-lettered-word.

Not like you minded. You knew how deep Warren's love ran for you.

Not because he didn't say it, meant it wasn't there.

You could see it.

You could feel it.

Still, he hated that acid feeling remanecent from each time there was an opportunity for him to say it out loud, jet he would let it go by without muttering a word.

As if his mouth had suddenly disappeared.

There's nothing the Angel despieced more in this world than himself each time he thought, you might believe he didn't love you enough.

It was so much for him to handle he even went out and asked Scott for advise.

'Dude, relax OK, what might work for me might not work for you. Its all about finding the right fit, whatever comes more natural'.

And so Warren realised he might have been saying that same 4-lettered-word since the moment you two first met, but in a different manner.

He realised he has neved been a man of words.

But of actions.

His never leaving frown and never ending grunts of displease are part of his easthethic.

With that been said, Warren is the living incarnation of the An asshole to the world, a sweetheart to his girl trop.

There is no doubt to anyone, even to outsiders, just how utterly and madly in love he is with you.

As mean and threatening as he looks, this man treats you like a fucking Queen 24/7.

There is nothing you might want that Warren won't give to you.

The sky is the limit.

Obviously splurging money will always come easy to a rich boy.

But that's not the reason why anyone whose not blind could think you have the blond under a hex or something.

There's just something about those big baby blues whose shine only seems to get brighter the more he stares at you.

Seriously, the way your boyfriend looks at you is like he's under a trance or something.

Who could blame him though, he just... loves looking at you.

The way you move your hands around when talking.

How you crunch your nose when you laugh.

How you scrutch your eyebrows when you're concentrated on something or remembering anything.

How you your lips go upwards in a subtle smile whenever you're cought doing something you shouldn't have been.

This habit of staring at you obviously has it perks.

Like how your things stopped getting forgotten at random tables and places because your helpful boyfriend always kept picking up the stuff you left behind.

Sudden bumps, falls and hits are a thing of the past because your Guardian Angel always prevents them.

Mostly, Warren does it so much because it's the one thing he can do everywhere around anyone.

He might stugle with PDA but he has become a little more confortable with it, at least around The Gang.

And with a little I mean, a looot more confortable.

To the point it becomes unbearable.

To the point where everyone but Kurt has complained about it at some point.

Maybe because he can't keep his hands to himself. And if we're honest, neither can you.

When you're not making out like if your boyfriend just came back from the war or something, somehow, you two are always connected in a way.

Intertwined fingers, locked arms, one's legs, head or straight up being sitting on the other's lap. You name it.

With that in mind, Warren will always be caressing your hands no matter the position.

He adores them

Some are a 'boobs kinda guy', some others 'butt'.

Warren is the hands type.

Belive me when I say HE ADORES THEM, mostly the fact their not pristine perfect.

They're covered in scars from previous battles, your nail polish is chapped and mismatched, with ever lasting marks from the many rings you wear all the time, with picked skin and multicoloured pen doodles.

He adores them so much because they tell a story.

They have a past from the scars, a present from the funy drawings you or Peter will do on your hands when bored, and a future for the idea of giving you one day another ring to add to your collection.

So yes

Overall there cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't kill for you.

There cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't die for you.

Either way it would be a bliss for him.

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

One Morning at a Time

Warren Worthington III x Reader x Kurt Wagner

Fandom: X-Men

AU: Soulmate

Summary: While waiting for the soulmark that would change your life forever, you meet a wounded, winged mutant named Warren and a teleporter whose personality is sunshine incarnate, Kurt. You can’t help but catch feelings for them, even though you have no idea where or with whom your destiny truly lies.

Note: Reminder that I write poly stuff from time to time. I’ve been working on this fic on and off for months and it’s finally done. Now that I’m out of school (forever!(I graduated)) I’ll hopefully be a little more active! Anyway, I love these boys so, so much and I hope you do too. Tried to keep reader gender neutral, but let me know if I slipped up anywhere! Also reader’s birthday is in the summer in this (mine is personally in winter, so just pretend lol)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of surgery, language.

Word Count: 7.4k

Reader is: Gender Neutral! Also, a mutant.

It was about three months before your twenty-first birthday, and as everyone knew, that was approximately three months until your soulmark, the thing that would define the rest of your life as you knew it, would appear on your arm. Well, given that your soulmate wasn’t older than you, in which case, it could appear sooner.

You knew it was nothing to stress about, and you knew the universe would sort itself out, but that didn’t seem to stop you from worrying that you were the one person on this planet doomed to not have a mark. It was more of an absent thought, something that came and went, but something that bothered you nonetheless.

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be fun!” Jubilee urged, trying to get you to agree to come to the mall. “Get your mind off of things, you know?”

You thought about it for a moment. Honestly, you didn’t have that much homework…you could probably get it done whenever you all got back. You let out a sigh before finally relenting. “Alright, fine.”

In the school’s main entrance, Jean was waiting for you and Jubilee along with Scott, who had arrived a few days before, and a student you’d never met before. He was tall and blue with the most gorgeous amber eyes you’d ever seen. A spade tail swayed back and forth behind him, and when he saw the smile on your face at the sight of him, he smiled back with what had to be the most adorable smile in the world. Despite the dark colors he was sporting, the boy seemed to be sunlight incarnate.

“(Y/N), this is Kurt, Kurt, this is (Y/N).” Jubilee introduced, taking note of the way the two of you were looking at each other.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, beaming up at him. “When did you get here?”

“Um…About twenty minutes ago.” He replied, laughing softly.

“Oh wow, didn’t even give him a chance to get settled in before dragging him to the mall, huh?” You asked Jubilee, which caused her to laugh.

“I think we all need a mall trip.” Scott said, twirling a pair of keys that were definitely Professor Xavier’s around his finger. “And we better get going sooner rather than later if we don’t want to get busted by Dr. McCoy.”

“You’ve been here for less than a week and you’re already getting us into trouble…” You rolled your eyes and followed the others out the door towards where the professor kept his cars.

Jean smirked and gave Jubilee a nudge with her elbow. “I’d say he fits right in, then.”

The ride to the mall wasn’t too long. You sat in the back, smushed between the girls, but having fun nonetheless. And while Scott’s driving was a little iffy at times, he got you all there in one piece.

“Um, (Y/N)?” Kurt asked once your group was inside the mall’s doors.

“What’s up?”

“I want to pick out some clothes to…help me blend in a bit better. Jubilee said you were good at that.”

You looked at Jubilee, who gave you a mischievous grin and then back at Kurt. So you weren’t crazy, then, Jubilee had picked up on it too and was already playing match maker.

“I think I’m decent, yeah.” You nodded, smiling. “We’ll get you hooked up, Kurt.”

He grinned. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, of course.”

It didn’t take long to find something that suited him. A bright red jacket might not have been the most subtle option, but it looked great on him; complimented his skin tone and really brought out his eyes. And seeing the look on his face when he tried it on, you knew it was perfect.

“How does it feel?” Jean asked.

“It’s very comfortable.” Kurt noted, moving his arms around in it. “I like the color as well.”

“Then I’d say our work here is done. Let’s go to the arcade.” Scott said, motioning towards the door, his hands jammed in his pockets.

“So impatient.” Jean shook her head.

Once everything was paid for, you all headed up the escalators and up to the second level of the mall, where there was a giant carousel in the food court, a movie theater, an arcade, and countless stores. No wonder Jubilee loved this place so much; you definitely understood the appeal.

Once Scott was satisfied at the arcade, you all grabbed snacks and settled down in the food court. And when you did, you finally noticed the giant bruise on Kurt’s arm, which just about blended into his skin.

“Is that a bruise?” You asked, trying not to let the concern slip into your voice. You knew better than most that some humans still didn’t take very kindly to mutants. Especially mutants with a mutation as visible as Kurt’s.

Kurt looked down at the spot and then up at you, somewhat self-conscious and perhaps even a little sad. He didn’t say anything, just nodded.

You stared at it for another long moment before raising your hand, as if to touch it, but looked up at him to ask permission first. “Can I?”

Somewhat confused, Kurt nodded. You reached out and gently touched the spot with your finger and, before his very eyes, the large, dark bruise evaporated to nothing, healing in seconds. Kurt’s eyes widened and he looked up at you.

“You…you’re a healer.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I know…people can be cruel. I’ve seen a lot of injuries in my time at Xavier’s.”

“No, it’s alright.” Kurt shook his head. “Mystique just rescued me from Berlin. There was a mutant fighting ring. They…took me from my home, but…I like to think everything has a reason and,” he smiled, “I have a feeling I’m going to like it here.”

***

It was truly astonishing the difference a few hours could make. What had started off as an exciting, but normal day had quickly snowballed into what could potentially become the worst day of your life. You were on a plane to Cairo to stop the end of the world as you knew it, sitting next to Kurt and wishing beyond wishes that everyone on this plane and then some would make it back to Xavier’s in one piece. Well, what was left of Xavier’s…

“Have you ever done this before?” Kurt asked, his voice shaking.

“Not until today, no.” You replied, shaking your head. “It doesn’t feel real.”

Kurt nodded. That was the understatement of the century.

Mystique hashed out a plan as the rest of you listened carefully. She turned to you. “What can you do?”

“I’m a healer and I fly.” You told her.

She looked relieved when you said it. “Good. In that case, stay out of this as much as you can.” She paused and let out a sigh. “I have a feeling we’re going to need those healing powers.”

“Looks like they have a flyer too,” Hank noted. That was when you saw it, a flash of silver in the sky. Your heart leapt.

“And he’s got knives for wings.” Peter said, squinting out the window. “Wicked…”

“Great.” You scoffed.

When the plane touched down, everyone split off. Kurt was headed towards the pyramid to extract the professor. Mystique went up towards Magneto’s bubble with Peter to try to talk some sense into her former friend and you followed instructions, laying low until you were needed.

Well, until you saw the Angel of Death headed straight after Kurt. You looked to Hank, who hesitated before nodding. Getting the professor out took priority, and from the looks of it, Kurt could use all the help he could get.

A pair of yellow wings, not unlike a butterfly’s, sprouted from your back, glowing golden and made of energy. You ran, taking to the sky quickly and catching up to the angel without too much trouble. You tackled him out of the sky. Kurt looked back, his eyes wide when he saw you in combat with his pursuer.

“Kurt! Go!” You urged him, punching the angel in the face, causing him to stagger back. The way he was moving gave you the impression that those wings of his were heavy, and you didn’t want to find that out the hard way. “I’ve got this guy.”

He retaliated, a few sharp metal feathers dislodging from his wings and firing at you. You put up a shield, catching all but one, the one you missed barely grazing your cheek. It stung, but you stood your ground.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His expression darkened. “Not even close.”

You had to admit, he was handsome in a threatening sort of way. He had soft golden curls and sad green eyes. Even though you were fighting, you could tell there was more to him. You had a feeling his alliance with Apocalypse was due to his circumstances rather than his beliefs. He looked so hurt. Tired.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” When you said it, he almost paused for a moment. “We all want the same thing. We’re on the same side.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” He tried to kick your legs out from under you, but you jumped over his and countered, knocking him on his ass.

“I know you’re better than this.” You sounded so genuine when you said it, that he hesitated before starting to get off of the ground.

Jean’s voice echoed in your head. “(Y/N), Kurt has the professor. Get back here as soon as you can.”

You lifted from the ground just as Angel stood up. You flew out of the pyramid the way you came.

“Hey!”

“You’ve gotta catch me first.” You called over your shoulder, flying back to the plane in record speed, just as the others arrived. You watched for the Angel to follow you, but he was circling back for one of his other teammates, the one with the whip made of energy.

“Angel’s on his way to us.”

“Then let’s get out of here.” Hank said, raising the door you’d just come in as the plane began to rise into the air. You rushed over to the professor, looking over his injuries. His head was bleeding.

“Hi, professor,” You said softly, reaching forward. Your hand started glowing and immediately, the wound began to seal up.

“(Y/N), good to see you,” He said, relief flooding him as you took away his pain.

You chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“You have a cut.” Kurt said, looking concerned. “On your cheek.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I know. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

He waited for a moment, watching you, but you didn’t make any effort to heal the wound. “Can’t you…?”

“It doesn’t work—” You were abruptly cut off by the sound of a horrible screeching noise near the back of the plane. “—on me.”

When you looked back, you saw a bright purple sword made of energy cutting through the metal and making an opening just big enough for the lady in the purple jumpsuit and the Angel himself to enter your escape vehicle.

“Everybody, grab ahold of Nightcrawler!” Jean instructed as the two intruders got closer.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “I’ve never done it with this many people!”

Jean held strong. “Get us out of here.”

One by one, everyone grabbed onto Kurt. You held his arm. Once everyone was secured, Jean used her telekinesis to lurch the plane forward, shifting the gravity. Angel fell, forced to the back of the plane, looking very uncomfortable, and Psylocke slipped out of the hole she’d just carved into the ceiling.

Kurt struggled to teleport, puffs of blue smoke appearing and disappearing around him intermittently, and in the moments the plane nosedived down, Angel managed to get to his feet. He dove forward, but just before he reached you, your surroundings changed with a poof.

There was a loud explosion somewhere in the distance. It was oddly still and quiet now. It took you a moment to gather yourself, and when you did, you saw Kurt laying there unconscious.

“Is he okay?” Scott asked while you worriedly wondered the same thing.

“It’s his energy,” Jean said, tapping into his mind. “He’s drained.”

“Kurt…” You moved closer to him, kneeling beside him and touching his cheek with a gentle hand. Your palm began to glow for a few seconds, and when you gave him your energy, you felt something dip inside you. He was really drained.

“(Y/N),” Hank said, his voice a warning. Sometimes you were convinced the scientist knew your limits better than you did, but as the resident doctor in the mansion, he often worked with the school’s only healer.

“I’m fine.” You replied, knowing fully well that might not be the case.

After a few long moments, Kurt’s eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” You told him, sitting down beside him, very tired all of a sudden.

He focused on you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”

“Take it easy, alright?” Hank said, gently pushing you back down when you tried to get up. “We’ve got it from here.”

You nodded, already feeling a little dizzy as you settled in. It couldn’t hurt to rest your eyes just for a few moments…

***

By the time you came around, it was all over. Jean had just finished off Apocalypse, and everyone was fine, for the most part. Kurt had been able to grab Peter just before his leg was broken by the ancient mutant, so the only person for you to heal was, well, yourself.

“How are you feeling?” Hank asked, kneeling beside you. He shined a flashlight in your eye and then nodded. No concussion. You were fine.

“Better. Is everyone—”

“Everyone is okay.” Hank nodded. “We’re gonna head out of here as soon as I can find a vehicle to get us out.”

“What about the plane?” Jean suggested.

Hank thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. “I mean, that’s an option…We can look into it.”

So the rest of you made your way to the plane wreckage, and, until that moment, you had forgotten about one crucial player who had been on the thing when it went down. Angel.

He was sticking out of the wreckage, his upper half pretty badly burned. You walked closer, carefully climbing through rubble.

“(Y/N), be careful!” The professor warned.

“Is he…?” Kurt asked, his voice quiet.

“No, I…” You got a bit closer, leaning into that extra sense of yours. “I think he’s alive. Barely.”

“His wings are damaged.” Hank said, looking him over as well. “He’s probably going to need surgery.”

“Are we seriously debating saving him? He tried to kill us.” Scott pointed out, not entirely convinced this was the best idea.

“So did she.” You motioned to Ororo, who was hesitantly following the rest of you in the hopes of getting out of there. “People change.”

You walked closer and knelt down, Kurt following you.

“Kurt, could you teleport him out of the wreck?”

“I think so.” He nodded and touched the angel’s arm, poofing him to where the ground was flat. You let your wings emerge and floated down from the pile of rubble to where Kurt had moved him. Meanwhile, Hank set to work repairing the plane with the aid of Jean’s telekinesis.

“I might pass out while I’m doing this, alright?” You warned Kurt. “I’ll be okay, though, I promise.”

Kurt looked hesitant, but nodded, his eyes focused on you while you reached forward, a hand hovering over the Angel’s chest, your power seeping into him as you examined him closer. The metal wings emerging from his back were broken off near the root of them. It looked like it had been painful. He had tattoos etched along the edge of his face.

“I know him.” Kurt admitted softly, watching for any sign of life on this rival of his’ face. “He was at the fight club where they took me. I…I burned his wings. I didn’t mean to, but I had to.”

“But they’re metal,” you said, confused.

Kurt shook his head. “They weren’t always. They were feathers. Beautiful. He really did look like ein Engel.” He looked so guilty when he said it.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him. “You didn’t have a choice.”

Kurt nodded, but he didn’t say anything, just watching for any twitch of movement. And then, finally, the angel’s chest heaved with a breath and his eyes shot open. He sat up with a groan, flinching away from you, but regretting it immediately, as all of his pain came flooding back as soon as he was out of the range of your powers.

“He lives!” Peter exclaimed, zooming over. He looked at you for what was probably the first time. “Hey, cool powers. Does it work on any injury?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, feeling a little dizzy, but not overwhelmingly so. As you sat back a bit, Kurt put an arm around you for support. “Within reason, I mean.”

“You…?” Angel said slowly, visibly still in pain. “You helped me.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I told you, we’re on the same side. Now get back over here so I can treat your burns.”

***

Things got back to normal-ish way sooner than you expected. Jean and Magneto put the school back together in a single afternoon, and you helped all of the other students get readjusted. This included Warren, the Angel, who, Hank was right, needed surgery to remove the broken remnants of his metal wings.

He’d been on painkillers for a week because you’d been resting up after everything in Cairo, but now you were finally ready to help Hank with the procedure.

You walked into the infirmary to find Warren there sitting on the bed, in a gown, his arms crossed and a vacant look on his face. His eyes flicked up to yours once the door opened.

“How are you doing?”

He shrugged. “As well as I can, I guess. Not in too much pain.” You could have sworn he smirked the tiniest bit. “They’ve got me on the good stuff.”

“Good. I’m sure it would be awful if you weren’t.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked over his chart. Hank walked in not long after.

“Oh good, you’re here.” He said to you. He was holding a binder in his hands and his eyes flicked nervously between you and Warren. “So, I was analyzing the samples I took when we first brought you here, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up—this is also the reason I insisted (Y/N) fully rested before we attempted anything—but it seems your natural wings and bones are…well, they’re trying to regrow. If we remove the metal, there’s a chance that—”

“That I’ll have wings again.” Warren finished quietly. “That they’ll go back to the way they were before?”

“Yes.” Hank confirmed, nodding.

“Well in that case…Do whatever you have to do to me.” Warren stared at the end of his bed. “I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Perfect. I’ll go get the operation room prepped.” Hank nodded and left the two of you alone again.

“How’s your soulmate?” Warren asked. He seemed genuine about it when he did. “That blue guy? Nightcrawler?”

“Oh, Kurt?” You said, laughing a little as you shook your head. “He’s not my soulmate.”

“Oh! I just assumed the two of you were—”

“I don’t turn twenty-one for another three months, so…even if he was, I wouldn’t know that yet.”

“Mmm.” Warren hummed, nodding. “Gotcha. Sorry I assumed—”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “No harm done.”

You prepped the IV with the anesthesia in it. “Well, Angel—”

“Warren.” He interrupted, looking unsure of himself when he did. You had a feeling it’d been a long time since anyone had called him that. “My name is Warren.”

“Well, Warren, I’ll see you on the other side, then.”

***

The procedure went without a hitch, and although you were drained from growing a pair of giant feather-covered wings basically from scratch, you were fine. You both were. You walked into the cafeteria for dinner that night looking very tired and weak. Kurt teleported in front of you, looking you over with concern.

“Are you alright? How did it go?”

“It went great! I’m just tired.” You said, reaching out to touch his arm so he could take both of you back to the table. In a puff of smoke, you were sitting at the round table with the others. “Big jobs like that tend to wipe me out.”

“And is he…” Jubilee started, looking around and lowering her voice. “Still…”

“I regrew his wings. His original wings. From scratch. That’s why it took so long.” You said, chuckling. “I could use some caffeine.”

Before you could even blink, Peter came back with a can of Redbull.

“Thanks.”

“You’re a miracle worker,” Jean teased, a proud grin on her face.

“Something like that.”

Jubilee’s eyes widened as she looked up at the entrance to the cafeteria. “Don’t look now, but…he’s here.”

You blinked a few times, focusing intensely on opening your can of desperately-needed energy drink.

“Holy shit, you did that yourself?” Peter asked looking up at Warren’s very much in-tact wings. “Impressive. Do you think if my leg fell off, you’d be able to grow me a new one?”

“I don’t think so.” You chuckled. “His wings were already regenerating. That’s why I was able to help him grow new ones. I’m just surprised I managed to get it all done in one day.”

Warren walked through the line, got some food, and then looked around the cafeteria for somewhere to sit. Just before he left to go eat alone in his room, Kurt waved him over. Warren thought about it for a long moment, hesitating. But then he saw you and Ororo sitting there with the rest of them and decided to give it a shot.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

“You can sit with us.” You nodded, motioning to the only empty spot, the one across from you.

He nodded and slid into place.

“How are you feeling?”

“Normal.” He said, pausing before continuing, “which is weird, all things considered. I’m not even tired.”

“My powers seem to have that effect on people, yeah.” You took a sip of your drink. “How are your wings doing?”

“They’re sore, but that’s normal. It happens every—” He stopped himself, shrugging. “Just sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Angel, we’re thinking about having a bonfire tonight.” Jubilee said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to join us if you want. We’ll have s’mores and soda and stuff.”

Scott made a weird face, but Jean elbowed him before Warren noticed.

“I don’t know—”

“We have weenies to roast.” Peter said, disappearing for a single second only to return with a package of uncooked hotdogs. “The true American experience.” He nudged Kurt. “For ‘lil Kurt here.”

“He’s taller than you. By a lot.” You laughed at the face Peter made when you said it and he muttered something before running off to refrigerate the hot dogs until later. Kurt got a laugh out of it, too.

“Where are you doing this?”

***

It was the perfect night for this sort of thing, you decided. The sky was clear enough to make out each individual star, and there was a little breeze, but it wasn’t too chilly, even though it was dark. You’d made a fire out near the edge of campus, and the boys had pulled up some logs for you all to sit on.

You were sitting over by the cooler, watching the flames as they slowly ate at the wood. So far everyone was there. Everyone except Warren. Peter had brought his boom box out so the rest of you could listen to music. Jubilee had taken it over almost immediately and was playing ABBA, which you didn’t mind.

“Is this seat taken?” It was Warren’s voice, deep and quiet, right behind you.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.” You looked up at him, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would either, honestly.” He said swinging one leg over the log and then the other before sitting next to you. “You look exhausted.”

You laughed dryly. “I am. I should have taken a nap when I had the chance.”

“Thank you, by the way. For this.” His wings fluttered the tiniest bit when he said it.

“Of course.” You nodded. For a moment, you let your own wings shimmer into existence before making them disappear again. “Us winged folk have got to stick together.”

“Warren! You made it!” Peter rushed over, handing Warren a hotdog on a stick to be roasted. “One weenie, as promised.”

Warren laughed. “Thanks.”

Kurt walked over to you, holding up his marshmallow, which was barely approaching golden. “Is this cooked enough?”

“A little more, I think, but that’s just how I like mine. As long as it’s pretty warm, it’ll still make the chocolate all melty.”

Kurt nodded, holding the marshmallow a little closer to the flames for a little longer to get a little more color on it. The three of you were quiet for a long moment, Warren on your left side, Kurt on your right, the fire crackling calmingly. “Dancing in the Moonlight” started playing on the boom box, interrupting Jubilee’s ABBA music, but for good reason. You loved that song and couldn’t help but sway a little while it was playing.

“This isn’t the first time my wings have grown back.” Warren said quietly. The way he said it made it sound like he was unburdening something to the two of you he hadn’t told anyone in a long time. “When…when they first grew in, my…parents had them removed. Surgically. They thought that would fix it. Fix me. But…mutations don’t work like that, it turns out. It took three months of the worst pain of my life—well, until Cairo at least—but they grew back in. After that, they gave up. Just…made me cover them up when we went out.”

“Wow.” You said, your voice swallowed up by the sounds around you. “Holy shit, Warren. I’m…so sorry that happened to you.”

“Yeah, so am I. But, I think you healing me today affirmed what I’ve known…There’s…” He let out a huge sigh, his voice wavering. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

You reached over and rested your hand on top of his, smiling softly. Kurt looked over, a gentle look in his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Warren.”

Warren’s wing settled around your shoulders, the ends of his feathers reaching Kurt’s shoulders as well. There was warmth in that moment, and not just from the fire. But you suspected that with the two of them around…that warmth wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

***

It was an incredibly hot summer’s day and your birthday approached ever quicker. It was only a month away now, and something you couldn’t help but think about in passing. Every time you did, the place on your arm where you mark would once be began to tingle ever so slightly.

“Earth to (Y/N)?” Peter waved a hand in your face, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“What, Maximoff?” You asked, looking up at him from your spot under the shadiest tree in the yard.

“Everyone’s hanging out by the pool. Jean sent me to get you.”

“Oh. Co—”

Before you could finish that thought, your surroundings changed entirely and suddenly you were dumped on a lounge chair beside the campus’ pool, nauseous as hell. Scott, Ororo, and Jean were currently in the water splashing each other and Jubilee was on the chair beside you. Over in the corner, Warren was perched on a barstool, sipping on what appeared to be a Shirley Temple. He tended to perch a lot, you noticed.

“Peter I swear, the next time you do that, I’m gonna puke.” You took a breath, willing your body to settle after being rushed there faster than the speed of light.

“Promise?”

“Ew.” Jubilee grimaced, shaking her head. She looked at you. “How are you holding up in this heat?”

“A little better now.” You shrugged. “Aside from the nausea, that is.” You looked around again, running a tally in your head. “Where’s Kurt?”

“He went upstairs to change into his swim trunks.” Jean replied. “Should be back any—”

In a puff of smoke, Kurt appeared about ten feet above the deep end, doing a flip before landing in the pool with a splash. He surfaced a few seconds later, a giant grin on his face. Meanwhile Warren shook the water droplets out of his wings, looking mildly annoyed.

Peter clapped, now holding up a sign with a 10 on it. “Perfect technique, Wagner. A very well-executed flip.”

“Thank you.” Kurt chuckled. He looked up at you and immediately, his smile, somehow, got even brighter. With another puff of smoke, he was beside you, dripping water onto the concrete. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing good! It’s really hot out today, huh?”

“Ja.” Kurt nodded. He glanced at Warren at the bar and then back at you. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure!” You looked up at Warren, who looked lost in thought, somewhat flustered. “Hey Worthington, what are you sipping on over there?”

“Huh? Oh. Shirley Temple.” He replied, a smirk finding his features. “Want me to make you one?”

“If you want to.”

Warren nodded, setting down his drink and stepping behind the bar. God, he was so hot. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, the front of it open, revealing the abs you never realized he had. And of course, his massive biceps were on full display in those short sleeves. What a hunk.

Hmmmmm, interesting… you heard Jean’s voice in your head and immediately your cheeks reddened.

Jean… You thought, your tone warning.

I already knew. We all did. You’re not exactly subtle. But uh…what’s going on with you and Kurt?

You eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the pool now, his legs kicking in the water. Where Warren was beefy, his muscles carefully curated with hours of exercise outside of your normal training, Kurt was all lean muscle, tall and agile. You still held to the reality that his eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, and his smile outshined the brightest stars in the sky, his pointed teeth only adding to his charm.

Your soulmate sure has a lot to live up to, huh? Jean asked, only now realizing the full scope of the emotions you felt.

You sighed. You’re telling me…

***

It was a week out from your birthday and the group had ventured once again to the mall. It had become something of a weekly thing, but this trip was extra special, as you’d be picking out something to wear to the party Jubilee insisted on throwing you. And, unbeknownst to you, it was also the day the two mutants you held nearest and dearest to your heart would be finding birthday presents for you.

The plan was to divide and conquer. Jubilee, Peter, and Jean went with you while Ororo, Scott, Warren, and Kurt went off on their own to “look at records.”

Jubilee pulled a top off of the rack and held it up to you, tilting her head for a moment before frowning and putting it back. You chuckled.

“What kind of party even is this, Jubes? I’m sure I have something suitable laying around.”

“Well, sure you do, but it’s special! It’s your twenty-first! Which means…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I know. I mean, if they’re younger than me, then there’s a chance it won’t show up anyway.”

“But it’s a fifty-fifty shot.” Peter pointed out, shrugging. “Pretty likely it will.”

“It’s just as likely that it won’t.” Jean countered.

Your heart raced at the thought. Of something so monumental coming up so fast. The universe finally revealing to you your other half. It was…nerve-wracking to say the least. Jean seemed to notice this shift in you and walked closer, touching your arm.

“You okay?” She asked.

You nodded, shuffling through the rack of clothes in front of you. “I’m good. It’s just a lot, you know?”

Jean did know. She and Scott had only recently found out that they were soulmates (of no surprise to anyone around them) on Scott’s twenty-first. They were good together and they were working it out, but for you, there was no way to know if whoever your soulmate was would be a good fit with you. Maybe they weren’t open to mutants. And worse yet, there was the issue of the two crushes you were already harboring. But somehow you had to figure it out. All of it. And now, you only had a week to do so.

Meanwhile, across the mall, Warren browsed a shelf of books at the Barnes & Noble, trying, for the life of him, to pick one that you’d like. He’d caught you reading countless times, but all of this romance novel nonsense was foreign to him.

“Have you found something yet?” Kurt asked, a similar look of panic on his own face.

Warren shook his head. “No. You?”

“No.” Kurt sighed, his tail drooping. “I don’t want to let them down.”

“Yeah, same.” Warren admitted, his feathers ruffling the tiniest bit in frustration.

“Warren.” Scott reached over and plucked a book off of the shelf, handing it to him. On the cover was a shirtless man with long, flowing golden hair, and behind him were an enormous pair of wings. It was…suggestive to say the least.

“Ugh, Scott.” Warren rolled his eyes and put the book back while Scott laughed.

“You two are overthinking it.” Ororo said, crossing her arms. “Whatever you get them will be good enough. (Y/N) isn’t materialistic. And…they obviously care about you. Something like a birthday present isn’t going to change that.”

“I know, but I—erm—we want to make it special for them.” Warren said while side glancing in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt looked at Warren, who was no longer looking at him, and nodded. Ororo looked between the two of them, something sparkling in her eyes. Maybe she knew something even the two of them hadn’t realized yet, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know there was more to their connection than what laid at the surface. If the way they’d met had shown anything, it was that they were intrinsically linked, pulled together by something much stronger than coincidence.

About twenty minutes later, the group left the bookstore empty-handed. According to Scott, Jean told him the rest of you were meeting in the food court to get some food. Their half of the group found yours relatively easily among the mall’s usual crowd.

“Find any cool records?” You asked Warren innocently.

He hesitated for a moment, forgetting that was the lie they’d told you so they could slip away. “Oh, uh, no, not today.”

“Bummer.” You chuckled.

“Eh, I’m not torn up about it. Jubes force you to buy something new to wear to your own birthday party?” He asked, smirking.

“Hey!” Jubilee protested.

“Yep!” You held up the shopping bag in question.

“It’s really cute, though.” Jubilee argued, trying to defend herself.

“It is.” You nodded.

“Hey I’m starving, are we getting food now, or…?” Peter asked, already looking around the food court to figure out what he’d eat first. Being a speedster, he had quite the appetite, given the amount of calories he burned every time he moved faster than the average person did. Which, in Peter’s case, was quite a bit.

“Yes, Peter, we’re getting food now.” Jubilee laughed, shaking her head.

***

It was weird how time worked, you mused. It was now the night before your twenty-first birthday. You were at the party Jubilee had thrown for you, sipping from a glass of cherry coke. As soon as midnight hit, you either would or wouldn’t get the mark that defined the rest of your existence. It was a lot to think about.

“Are you alright?”

It was Kurt. Of course it was Kurt. You looked up and met his concerned eyes.

“I’m hanging in there, yeah.” You let out a shaky sigh, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay!” Kurt said, reacting immediately. He guided your drink to the railing of the deck at the edge of the yard, where you were hiding out, and pulled you into his arms. You surrendered to his touch, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him rest his head against yours, holding you tight while he rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know it’s scary, but…It’ll all work out, liebe. I promise.”

You sniffled, nodding against him. “Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“Did…did you…?”

“I don’t have a mark yet, liebe.” He sighed, holding you a little tighter. “The moment came and went. I…” he chuckled to himself a little, “I check every morning, but…nothing yet.”

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

He pulled away the slightest bit, stroking your cheek with his hand and gently wiping away your tears. “One morning at a time.”

You nodded and stared up at him for a long time. He was good at this, at comforting you. You knew that whoever Kurt’s soulmate was, they were incredibly lucky. And even still, there was a little piece of you that hoped it was you. But you’d have that answer one way or another in a few hours, you supposed.

“Go have fun. Take your mind off of it.” Kurt said and you smiled, nodding. “But if you need to talk, I’m always here.”

“Thank you.” You grabbed your drink and headed back out to the yard, greeted immediately by the cheers of the rest of your friends.

Meanwhile, on the deck, Warren walked up the steps and stood next to Kurt, his eyes locked on you and a glass of something a little sharper than soda in his hand.

“(Y/N) okay?” Warren asked, his arm just brushing Kurt’s on the railing.

Kurt nodded. “I think so.”

Warren looked over at Kurt, his eyes lingering on the teleporter’s before he asked, “are you okay?”

He nodded again before repeating, a little more unsure, “I think so.”

“Good.” Warren turned his attention back to the others, taking a long sip from his cup.

“Warren?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you…have a mark?”

“Nope.” Warren replied, smirking. His jacket was usually covering his arms anyway, so he was sure that information was a mystery to most of their friend group, if not all of them. “Lost track of time while I was in Berlin, but I’m twenty-two now. That day came and went and I never even noticed…”

Kurt nodded, quiet.

“Buddy, if you’re (Y/N)’s soulmate…I won’t be mad about it.” Warren said, fiddling with the cup in his hands. His wings were fidgeting due to the confession, tremors running through his feathers. Kurt could tell it was something Warren had been thinking about for a long time. “They deserve someone who’ll take care of them as good as you do.”

“You think I—”

“I think what the two of you have is special.” Warren said. It was the truth. He nudged Kurt’s arm with his own, earnest. “And if we’re being honest, I thought you two were soulmates after seeing the way you took care of each other in Cairo. It just…made sense. It still does.”

Kurt was quiet for a long moment, processing. “And…if you’re their soulmate…”

Warren scoffed, chuckling and shaking his head.

“I think you’d be perfect for them, too.” Kurt said, his heart racing in his chest. “You should see the way they look at you. It’s like something out of a movie.”

Warren nodded, but didn’t reply.

“And I’m sorry, Warren. For burning your wings. I—”

“You don’t have to feel bad about that anymore, Kurt.” Warren shook his head and reached over, tentatively resting his hand atop Kurt’s. “It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. And…” His wings fluffed up the tiniest bit as he spoke about them. “(Y/N) fixed me right up anyway.”

Kurt smiled, the weight of what he’d considered one of his greatest sins lifting off of his shoulders, leaving him unburdened on the warm summer night.

Warren motioned to all of their friends on the makeshift dance floor. “Now let’s get back out there with the others, yeah?”

***

It was finally time. Peter had run up to Jubilee and Jean’s room to retrieve a mirror so you could see the mark whenever it showed up. Any second now, your life would change forever. Or maybe it wouldn’t, and you would just have to wait and wait and wait for the day that it would.

But you had a feeling deep in your, well, your soul, that tonight was the night.

“Do you want a countdown?” Scott asked.

“No.” You covered your eyes with your left hand, as the mark would appear on your right arm. “Just tell me if it shows up. Or…or if it doesn’t.”

The next moments were agonizing and slow. Your leg bounced anxiously, waiting for anything, a gasp from one of your friends or a tingling sensation on your arm…any sign that it was happening. And then, slowly, a tickle swirled along your bicep, tracing out what felt like a very complicated soulmark. You were shaking now.

“Is it…?”

“Oh my god.” Jubilee said, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god!”

You pulled your hand away from your eyes and turned to look. There was a mark alright. On it were two wings. One, the one on the left, resembled that of a butterfly, not unlike your own wings. The other, made of feathers, matched up next to the first. And then, gently, a very familiar spaded tail curled around them.

You looked at Kurt first, the tail in question wavering behind him nervously as he rolled up his sleeve high enough to check for a mark in the spot you’d received yours. Sure enough, there was an identical mark there, shimmering against his blue skin.

You burst into happy tears, immediately reaching for him. Kurt hugged you, lifting you off of the ground in the process. Meanwhile, Warren was frozen in place, Ororo and Jubilee trying to get his leather jacket off of him in order to check his arm as well. A few long moments later, he snapped out of his daze and helped them, sliding his wings out of the holes effortlessly.

He didn’t expect it to be true. It was…simply too good to be true. It had to be a dream, or maybe you and Kurt were tethered to another mystery mutant with wings like his, but sure enough, his bicep was branded with the same mark as you and Kurt. A soulmark, even after all of this time.

The two of you broke your embrace to look at him and Warren stood there with tears in his eyes, stunned in disbelief until you wrapped your arms around him, your head resting against his broad chest. Warren wrapped one arm around you while the other reached out for Kurt, beckoning him to join, and he did without hesitation. Once you were all huddled together, Warren’s wings slowly closed around the two of you, his soulmates.

And finally, it all felt right. Every twist in the path that had led all of you to that moment made sense. Kurt and Warren had always been your destiny, just as they had been each other’s.

“Did you know this could happen?” Peter asked Scott under his breath, looking on as three of their friends all simultaneously started dating each other.

“No, did you?”

“No, but…it makes a lot of sense.” Peter smiled. “I think they’re good for each other.”

Jean smiled that ever-knowing smile of hers. “I think so too, Maximoff.”

#xmen #warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii x reader #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #angel #angel x reader #poly #polyamory #soulmate au

[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

[softspaceboibrian]

softspaceboibrian MASTERLIST

hello, lovelies! this is everything I've ever published here on tumblr, or at least it should be. enjoy! <3

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || A Jamie Tartt Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Stranger Things

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson I have a taglist for this, so if you would like to be added, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

more to come....

Marvel

Eternals

He would never admit it || Druig

X-Men

Nightmares || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

You Over Everything Else || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Professor!Gwilym Lee x student)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kisses Series

Gwilym Lee: Unspoken Feelings

Ben Hardy: A Goddess Among Men 

John Deacon: Reading Session

Ben Hardy

My Girl

Long Enough

Private After After Party (smut)

Golden Slumber

One More Present

Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

With A Little Help From My Friends

Gwilym Lee

Roll With It

The Rest of My Life

Roger Taylor

Bad Habit (song fic)

Rog and the Flying TVs

Our Castle

Brian May

You Need to Relax (smut)

Headcanons

Valentine’s day 

Imagine being the daughter of a Queen member

BoRhap boys’ as dads

#softspaceboibrian #softspaceboibrian writings #masterlist #softspaceboibrian masterlist #stranger things #eddie munson #marvel #mcu #eternals #druig #xmen #warren worthington iii x reader #queen #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #gwilym lee #ben hardy #roger taylor #brian may #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic

[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

[cconsummatumestt]

I need tooth rottingly sweet angst to comfort fics right now immediately

#crow caws #fic recs #pls #matt murdock x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #dr spencer reid x reader #tasm spiderman #please

[the-ravenist]

Archangel x Reader Teaser

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

Here's a teaser my lil' ravens, finals are almost over and I'm close to winter break so I'll try to get some fics out when that happens.

#warren worthington x black reader #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #xmen x reader #x men x reader #archangel x reader #black reader #black!reader #gender neutral reader #marvel x reader #warren worthington x you #warren wothington iii x you #xmen x you #x men x you #marvel x you

[1donoow]

MCU REC

PT.6

......

♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

......

<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

frank castle

kurt wagner

warren worthington

pavitr prabhakar

miles morales

peter parker

eddie 'venom' brock

peter(pietro) maximoff

tony stark

druig

kate bishop

moon knight

frank castle

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - frank castle w/ archer daughter

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kurt wagner

@takenbypeter - stick to the plan

@jiabeewrites - awkward first meeting (batsis!reader)

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warren worthington

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - a touch starved warren would include

- dating warren would include

@blueeyedheizer - don't go please, I can't lose you

@warrenworthingtoniii - ___

@alexs-ummers - dating soft warren hc

@scarletwidowvibes - mating season

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pavitr prabhakar

@fazblaster - hc

@strawbeelemonade - romantic hc

@thatonesimpforlegiteveryman - s/o being in a different world

@spiderthesenutz - introducing you to the spider community

- ___ (superhero!reader)

- relationship hc

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miles morales

@bomber-grl - dating miles morales hc

@prismuffin - You knew it was going to snow today, right?(male!reader)

@strawbeelemonade - being miles’ best friend but also your a bit insane

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peter parker

@cosmal - doughnuts

@bruisedboys - clumsy

@ichorai - spiderling (stark!reader)

@alisonwritesimagines - naps in the quinjet (stark!reader)

@nightwingsbunda - puppy love (stark!reader)

@belxveds - seduction through science

@waitimcomingtoo - stolen moments

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eddie 'venom' brock

@trianglesimp - ___♡(spiderman!reader)

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@maximoffs-girl - peter maximoff with a ballerina s/o

- Peter having a crush with an accent

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tony stark (daughter!reader)

@spideyyboii - being tony stark's daughter

@justyouraverage-simp - yucky

@naddybln -Imagine being Tony Starks daughter hc

@allthings-sandy - stark

@specialagentlokitty - sorry

@moonlit-imagines - tony finding out you have electrokinesis

@fool-who-dreams - shrink

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druig

@siempre-bucky - tug

@padf00ts-l0ver - ___ (stark! reader)

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kate bishop

@starshipsofstarlord - dating kate bishop would include

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moon knight

@ivonhart - the moon chapter 1

@marc-spectorr - moon boys reacting to reader wearing black widow's outfit

@juneknight - dozing

@plethora-of-imagines - going to a beach with the moon boys

@foreverinadais - painted nails

@book-place - chaotic normalcy

- meet fatherhood (child!reader)

@jake-g-lockley - the light of my knight masterlist

- meet cute

@girlwithwolftatoo - moon boys + a turned into a child reader

- moon boys with a violinist reader

- How would the moon boys react to a superpowered/mutant reader

@autmism - friendly neighborhood gift-shopist (teen!reader)

@howaboutcastiel - moon boys reacting to their cis girlfriend

@moonxknightx - is that my sweater?

- you are like art

@loki-hargreeves - falling

@scarab-ofmoonknight - i got you,babe

@crestfallen-dameron - sweater paws

@dilfs-bitch - innocent ♡

@shadystarlightgentlemen - The Moon Boy’s React to You Calling Them “My Life” in Their First/Second Language

#masterlist #mcu rec #frank castle x reader #kurt wagner x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #miles morales x reader #peter parker x reader #eddie brock x reader #peter maximoff x reader #tony stark x reader #druig x reader #kate bishop x reader #moon knight x reader

[michelle-is-writing]

Shopping, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 2k~

Weekends are always reserved for the teenagers at the mansion. No matter what, the two days consist of either relaxing or going out, and, without fail, both days will always be fun. Whether it be the things that happen during that weekend or the things the teenagers do, the time spent among the friends is never wasted and always full of laughter and happy smiles.

In the full year that Warren has been at the school, he has warmed up to all of us pretty quickly in terms of being a good friend. Although, in my case, he has warmed up to me in a more special way. Just as I said, Warren hasn't been living in the mansion with us for a very long time, but that still doesn't change the fact that it was practically love at first sight for the two of us. Now, we do almost everything together, and through my mutation, I can tell that Warren is changing for the better.

When he first came in, I could feel the anguish he carried. Of course, you could tell he was a tormented soul just by the way he frowned and hung his head low when walking away from a happy crowd of people. He was practically swimming in guilt with everything he had done in order to survive, and unfortunately, he was slowly starting to drown it at the same time.

It wasn't until one day that all of the teenagers, including me, were hanging out in the rec room, talking about many different topics and events that were going on around us. Warren sat in one of the bean-bag chairs while everyone else sat on the couch and floor. He didn't say anything the entire time, nor did he make any noises. The moment we all got to hear Warren break out of his shell was when Peter happened to confidently say something stupid, and like always, I pointed it out.

"Def Leppard and Motley Crüe DO NOT have the same singer, Peter!" I nearly shout, launching myself forward on the couch as a laugh falls from my lips. Meanwhile, Peter continues sitting on the floor with a dumbfounded look on his face. "And top of that, they're two completely different bands all together!"

In response to my words, a small chuckle is heard from the corner of our sitting area, causing all of us to look over at the curly blonde who has remained quiet for the last hour. As soon as all of our eyes land on him, he immediately resumes his silence with a tiny, almost unnoticeable smiling staying on his lips. "Am I right?" I ask him, holding my hands out in a questioning manner.

Warren gently nods his head before speaking up. "She's right," He tells Peter, sitting up a bit from his slouched position on the red bean-bag chair. "Vince Neil is the singer for Motley Crüe, and-”

“And Joe Elliot is the singer for Def Leppard," I finish his sentence, Warren’s eyes flashing back to mine as he does so.

"Not too many people know that," He states, his eyes lingering on me for a few moments before focusing on the floor as his cheeks turn pink.

As if time has stopped, I feel Warren's emotions flow through me, making me smile happily at him. Instead of the dread and sadness that I have been sensing from him for the entire time he's been here, I feel joy and happiness coming from him for once. For the first time, Warren's hopeful, and in that moment, I felt like nothing could make this moment better.

Although, I was wrong with my last thought. Things actually could get better as we became best friends after that, only to become boyfriend and girlfriend soon afterward. The moment we became official was one of the most amazing things to happen to me at the school, and as for Warren, he told me directly afterward that he felt the same. Plus, I could feel that he was being genuine.

After we started dating, Warren allowed himself to have more fun - especially on weekends. There would be Saturdays that we would go out to the city, and despite feeling insecure over his wings, he didn't care what other people thought. Of course, I had to coax him into it, but once that dam was broken, it was like nothing could bother him.

Today is a good example of his newfound confidence. Jean and Scott had the great idea to head to the mall for our Saturday and shop around. Of course, the two headed off by themselves while Peter and Kurt went off as a pair and Warren and I went off by ourselves. In retrospect, I'm glad it was just us two playing around as I’m not sure if I would've been able to endure the teasing I would have gotten from everyone.

It started off with Warren joking around about how 'sweet' I was in the candy store, only for the cute comment to turn sexy within the next few seconds. After that, it was like a challenge for us to see who could make who blush. It was like we couldn't stop flirting or keeping our hands off of each other no matter what store we entered. Once again, I'm thankful that our friends went off on their own so they didn't have to see us nearly embarrass ourselves with the amount of people watching our interactions.

With Warren's arm around my waist and his other arm full of our bags, we walk through the last part of the mall that we have yet to explore. Once we're off the escalator, we begin walking toward the various stores littered throughout the second floor. In the corner of my eye, I see the sign for a lingerie store we always pass when we're here. I have yet to go in and buy something, but that still doesn't mean I can't tease Warren with it.

"Look, baby," I point out, walking toward the store's window with Warren trailing beside me. On display is a mannequin dressed in a white, lacy bra and panties with a matching fluffy, sheer robe hanging off its shoulders. "How would you feel if I wore that for you?"

"I would feel flattered," Warren tells me, moving behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. "But I think it would be a waste of money," He adds, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. "It would just end up ripped and on the floor in a matter of seconds."

With his last words, I feel the breath hitch in my throat at the feeling of Warren's soft lips attached to my neck. Not to mention the fact that I can feel his lust and passion practically bouncing off of him and flowing through me. This man does things to me, and a lot of those things should never be seen in the public eye. This is especially true for what he's doing to me right now.

"Would you two stop being gross in public!" I hear Jean's voice sound throughout my head, causing me to turn away from Warren's attack on my neck and toward the couple leaving the lingerie store. Scott stands beside Jean without realizing that Warren and I are even standing there, but Jean is smirking like nobody's business. She knows what's going on - it's the same reason why she has a bag from the lingerie store dangling between her fingers.

"Says the girl who actually bought sexy clothes," I send a message back to her, returning the smirk as she just chuckles and shakes her head. It's only now that Scott notices Warren and me, and his first reaction is to blush and nervously laugh.

"Y-you guys have fun?" He stutters out, covering up his jumpiness with a small cough. However, it doesn't help his case as Warren doesn't hesitate to take the opportunity practically thrown at him by Scott himself.

"Of course!" He answers him, his arms around me pulling me back into his chest as his thumb lightly rubs against my clothed skin. "I don't think we have to ask you guys the same question - we already know the answer."

Holding back my laughter, I lightly smack Warren's arm as Scott blushes even more and Jean just laughs. "I think we'll go and get lunch and then head back to the mansion," Jean announces, looking around the mall. "First we'll have to find Kurt and Peter, and then we can leave."

With Jean's initiative, Warren and I follow her and Scott back toward the escalators with his arm back around my waist. Today has been a good day, but this mall is huge. Out of the few malls we've been to, this has to be the biggest one.

Stepping off the escalator, Warren and I follow behind Jean as we all resume walking toward where the last two boys are, my feet starting to become sore as we do so. "I'm tired," I quietly note, only to be surprised when Warren quickly responds.

"D'you want me to carry you?" He asks, making me chuckle. He has to be joking. He's currently carrying over ten bags that are heavy and filled with items. There is no way he could carry me and those bags at the same time.

"I would love it," I joke back, smiling as I lean into his side. Although, his body quickly leaves mine as he steps behind me once more. I don't have time to question him as his arms find their way under my legs and back, effectively pulling me up from the ground and into his arms. Without a second to spare, I quickly wrap my arms around his neck as a small shriek escapes my lips in response before laughter soon follows, making Warren smirk. The opportunity was placed in front of him and he had no problem snatching it up.

"I wasn't being serious, Warren!" I tell him, turning my head against his shoulder to see him staring straight ahead with that same smile. No matter what I say, I know Warren isn't going to put me down. He enjoys this too much.

Warren has expressed to me before that he loves holding me in his arms; however, he only does this when we're in the mansion. Now that he's holding me in the bridal style in a mall full of strangers, it's a bit flustering, but at the same time, I can't help but love it.

Falling behind Jean and Scott, Warren continues walking with me still in his arms, no complaints falling from his lips as he does so. It's only when we find a t-shirt shop that Warren slows down and walks closer to the window where the tees are modeled by mannequins. The two being advertised are both black that happen to have recent album covers from Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard. Seeing the two reminds me of the first time Warren came out of his shell, and the first time I got to actually see him smile.

"I think maybe we should get those," Warren suggests, stopping in front of the window with the t-shirts. Turning my head, I see his smirk now softened into a small, sweet smile. The shirts must remind him of the first time we spoke too. "I have these two things to thank for the love of my life."

"No, it wasn't exactly those two that brought us together," I joke with a small bit of laughter. "It was Peter's dumbass that you have to thank."

At that, we both chuckle together before turning our gaze back to the two shirts, Warren’s arms slightly tightening around me to hold me closer. Everyone knows that music can bring people together, but for us, it did more than just that. Not only did it cause us to start talking to each other, but it also made Warren break through the wall he had built up - even though it was at Peter's expense.

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[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

"Death, Pestilence and Famine"

chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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"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".

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[specialgrades]

— thinking about . . .

men who swear up and down they’re not into you— or men for that matter. men who flirt with women as often as they can. men who drink a little too much during a night out and start grinding against you in the dimly lit club you’re in. men who’s legs feel like jelly and skin feels hot as you guide their hips against yours. men who turn to putty as you drag them outside. men who forget every bit of elegance when they’re pinned against the wall. men who weakly beg for you to fuck them right there in the decrepit alleyway. men who wake up the next morning barely being able to walk and can’t look you in the eye now. men who sport dark hickeys and bite marks from you as they attempt to flirt with another girl to distract from how good you made them feel the night prior.

VINSMOKE SANJI, spirit albarn, ryusei shido, satoru gojo, michael kaiser, josuke higashikata, warren worthington iii

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