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heliads · 2 years

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Damaged Goods (Part Two)

Based on this request: “Please could you write a part 2 to Damaged Goods where the reader heals Warren’s wings back to his original ones?”

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It doesn’t sink in for a long time after that, what just happened. Warren is not dead, and Y/N looks so alive that he almost thinks she’s glowing, although that could just be the beaming smile on her face. She extends a hand to help him up from the ground, and he doesn’t let go, not even when they’re back on board the Quinjet and the danger is gone. Warren could hold on to her forever, he thinks, but the time eventually comes when he has to unlock his fingers from hers, although his hands ache for her almost instantly.

As it turns out, they’ve got a lot of explaining to do. Xavier drags them to his office immediately, wanting to know just how Y/N got her powers back, and if this is something they could study in the future. Warren notices how keen he is to avoid the fact that Warren nearly died, a death that would have been on the Professor’s hands had it not been for the miracle of Y/N’s mutation returning in full force. But blessings are always easier to accept than blame, and Xavier keeps on celebrating when he can.

To be fair, Warren can’t really believe it either. He’s known Y/N for a while now, and she’s been living without most of her mutation for even longer. There was never a chance that she would be able to reclaim something like that, yet she did. When he asks her how, what it felt like, she just shakes her head, wordless until a rough explanation falls into place.

It was like falling, she said, falling so far down that she didn’t think she would be able to come back. Just before she hit the ground, she let herself hope that the impact wouldn’t happen, and it didn’t. Warren can tell that the simile is the best description she can give; whenever Y/N starts thinking about that fight, she remembers what it had been like to hold his hand as he died. In a sick sort of way, Warren is almost happy that it happened to him and not her. For one thing, he wouldn’t have been able to heal her, but for another, he’s not sure he would have been able to take it.

She’s better now, though. They both are. Warren catches her in the medical wing time and time again, healing everything from broken bones to splinters with a grin brighter than the sun. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that she’d hurt herself just to heal it all over again, slice open her own palm to reknit it seconds later. Does he know better, though?

Sometimes, when Y/N thinks she isn’t looking, Warren stumbles upon her walking a little too carelessly down the sweeping staircases of Xavier’s school, as if hoping her ankle would break so she could fix it. The pain will be there, but only for a second. Y/N always denies that she would do something like that, but Warren hears the undertone of her voice. She’s so happy to have herself back that she’d chase that high every time, even at the cost of her own limbs.

She’s not the only one. As Warren watches her, feeling by extension the rush of adrenaline that comes with using your mutation, he can’t help but sink back into the shadows. She is no longer broken, her pieces are fused back together into one bright symphony. What of him, though? Warren has had time to accept his wings, the metal claws and hooks and feathers that unfurl from his back. Certainly, he loves himself the most when he sees himself through Y/N’s eyes.

Yet it’s not enough. A little voice begins to whisper things in his head, mentioning that he could be himself again, just like her. All it would take is a fresh start, and he’d be perfect. Doesn’t he want that? Warren tries to silence the whispers, pushing the voice down and away. He’s made his peace with himself. He no longer blames himself for Apocalypse’s ruin, or the deaths that followed. None of that is his fault, and he has been made whole again, not by any ancient god’s magic, but through his own grit and hope.

That’s where his story is supposed to end, Warren thinks. He had his happily ever after when he woke up, Y/N leaning over him with her mutation back. He survived death a few times over now, both on the plane and from that mission. He’s done hiding, a boy in the shadows no longer. Warren is content, or he should be.

But he’s not. At last, he can hide from it no longer. Warren wants his wings back, the ones he had before, all feather and muscle and bone. No metal, no monstrosities. You can’t have damaged goods if you are brought back to what you once were. He’ll take better care of himself this time, Warren swears it. All he needs is one more chance.

Y/N looks surprised at first, when he first brings it up. He can see the denial on her lips before she manages to push it away. Warren had thought the same at first, when the realization that he could have his natural wings instead of metal ones first crested his mind. He had hated it at first, without even knowing why. It was like by taking away all evidence of what had been done to him, Warren wouldn’t be the same anymore, like he was giving up on all he had been through.

It isn’t like that, though, and Warren has had plenty of time to come to terms with it. It’s been a few months since Y/N got her powers back now, and he’s debated the issue hotly in his own head almost since then. Warren doesn’t need the metal wings to prove himself worthy of a better future, he carries the scars in his head wherever he goes. The shining steel feathers are not an excuse, or a shield to hide behind, but something he can retire at last to the recesses of his mind.

Y/N brings up these concerns one by one. Would it be cheating, to change himself so easily? Wasn’t that what he’d hated about Apocalypse, how the god had twisted Warren into something that wasn’t him anymore? The metal wings were him now, could Warren ever truly get rid of them? He answers all of her questions calmly, and he sees her understand at last.

Finally, she nods. “Okay.”

Warren’s heart leaps in his chest. “You’ll do it, then?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder, eyeing his wings hesitantly. “I’ll try, but I don’t know if I can. I mean, healing scrapes and broken bruises is one thing. I don’t even know how to start with this. Do I remove the metal first? How do you grow back wings?”

They sit together over one of the mahogany tables in Xavier’s study at last, trying to figure it out. The Professor comes in and out, sharing anecdotes about what he remembers of mutant abilities. Storm visits too, as she was there when Apocalypse changed Warren’s wings to metal in the first place. She says that the process had been done in two parts: first, the god had caused a metal humerus to erupt from Warren’s back on each side, and then the feathers had turned to metal.

Warren is grateful for Storm’s help. He doesn’t entirely remember how it had happened the first time- he’d been too lost in a haze of pain for any details to stand out, other than excruciating agony. Her description sounds about right, though. It certainly hurt enough for that.

At last, Warren and Y/N look at each other and realize they’ve come to a conclusion. They’ve planned and talked enough, and now the only thing they can do now is just go ahead and commit. Warren has been wanting this for a long time now, but once he’s lying on the medical bed and it’s about to begin, he’s suddenly filled with an irrational fear. The pain will be awful, yes, but some part of him starts to doubt himself. Is this really what he wants, or is it just running from the past?

No, Warren tells himself, this is the right choice. He has to let go of the nightmares of what he’d done eventually, and this is the best way to do it. He does not have to keep himself chained down by the memories. Warren is worth more than that, and he’s finally ready to let himself accept it.

Y/N walks over until she’s standing in front of him. “Are you sure about this?”

He flashes a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.”

She offers him one last smile, then walks out of his view again. “This is going to hurt.”

Y/N had warned him about that. She can heal him, yes, or at least they hope so, but she can do nothing for the pain. Xavier and Jean Grey had offered him a variety of medications for pain relief, but Warren hadn’t wanted any of them. He wants his mind clear; this is his rebirth, so to speak, and he wants to remember every moment of it, both the pain and the relief of having it over.

Y/N lays her hands lightly over his back, nestled in between the bone and metal ridges of his wings. Warren breathes out slowly. This is the last moment of peace he’ll have before it begins. He lets himself remember what it all feels like, the weight of the steel, the chill of it against his back.

“I’m ready,” he repeats, and Warren can only hope that it’s true.

He doesn’t have another moment to consider it, because Y/N is starting and all he can think about is the pain. It wraps around his body like lashes from a whip, white-hot and lancing through him. Warren swears that he can feel the metal curling back against his spine, refusing to come out. Apocalypse may be dead and gone, but what if his magic lingers on and won’t leave Warren be? What if Y/N can’t do it, and Warren has to stay like this forever? For some reason, that thought scares him more than the possibility of it working.

Despite his fears, Warren is dimly aware of the pain changing, becoming more targeted. He can see Y/N’s shadow cast on the floor in front of him, and being able to watch her silhouette relaxes him. Warren hadn’t been able to see what Apocalypse was doing to him when he first got his metal wings, but this is different. He knows exactly what is going on.

After about five or ten minutes, Warren can’t entirely tell, he sees Y/N making a tugging motion with her arms, and then two large pieces of metal clatter onto the ground. He can see one out of the corner of his vision, blood-spattered steel resting within reach. That must have been the metal bones that Apocalypse added, gone once more. All Y/N has to do now is change the metal daggers back to feathers, and then he’ll be him again.

Neither of them really knew if this would work or not, but Warren is pleased to announce that it did. Eventually, Y/N walks in front of him, and he can tell from her smile alone that it worked. She looks exhausted, her clothes and hands spotted with blood, but it is done. Warren sighs, finally letting himself relax. There is no trace of Apocalypse left, nothing but Warren’s memories. He feels lighter somehow, and it isn’t just that the weight of the steel is gone from his shoulders. It’s like feeling a burden disappear, his back straighter and sturdier because of it.

It takes a few days before Xavier clears Warren to leave the medical wing, or start to fly on his own again. None of them know how well it will work, if Y/N’s fix will function at all or if it’s just temporary. However, the second Warren spreads his wings and takes to the sky, he knows that it’ll last for as long as he does. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have the wind rustling through the feathers of his wings- actual feathers, not the steel daggers Apocalypse had created- but it is an incredible sensation.

Warren whoops, chasing the sound of his shout through the air. He lets his eyes flicker closed, hovering in place. This is it, he thinks. This is what it feels like to be whole again. The phrase ‘damaged goods’ doesn’t even occur to him, and it may never again.

Warren lands eventually, although he would prefer to stay soaring in the sky for hours. Let someone try to chase him down, there’s nobody who could.

Y/N’s waiting for him on the ground, smiling up at him. “How was it?”

He laughs. “Perfect.”

She reaches for him, and Warren embraces her back. He has his life now, and a life with her. There is nothing more that he could want in this world, nothing that isn’t theirs for the taking. Warren breathes in, out, and starts living again.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Baby Bird

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: i kinda had this idea for a warren x reader and if you were intrested or had time i’d be very appreciative 👉👈. (warren has his apocalypse wings) so the reader is a new student she’s very like shy and timid but very sweet and her only friend is jean, she just like refuses to converse with others. and her gift is her wings and they’re exactly like warren’s except black (kinda like he was the bad boy with white angel wings and she’s the good girl with black wings,sorry i love opposites 😂) and be just hates her because it’s a reminder of his old wings and mistakes. fast forward to like a day at school or party someone is messing with r because she never shows off her wings and then like push her or something and jean freaks out and tells warren r doesn’t know how to use her wings (super sad childhood with very anti-mutant parents) so then warren saves her and they talk more and get closer.

A/N: this is so late! I am so sorry! But I am finally getting around to all my requests and this wasn’t in my ask box so it got kind of lost and I forgot about it for a hot minute! I hope you enjoy it though! 🥺💛

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: underage drinking, teasing, anxiety, and mentions of poor home life

“Your grades are phenomenal, yet your class participation is lacking.” (Y/N) picked at her nails, looking down. Xavier called her into his office to “discuss her grades” but she knew that was the last thing on his mind. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but at some point, everyone has to socialize.”

Her head shot up, “I do! I do socialize.”

Sure, she ate lunch alone under the trees, would rather be alone than have a partner for class projects, and she didn’t have many friends— but she was new! Being the new kid was hard. Not to mention her parents were more than thrilled to get rid of her and her wings.

Her big, black, feathery wings, that she didn’t even know how to use! She hid them under baggy sweaters, no matter the weather.

Xavier gave her a look, “You don’t have any friends and you hide your beautiful wings.”

“Dr. McCoy and Mystique hide their true selves… and if Kurt had the chance he’d want to look normal too.” Charles sighed. “Look, um, Professor, I do— I do have friends.”

“Who?”

“Jean Grey.”

Saying Jean was her friend wasn’t a lie— however, Jean was her only friend. (Y/N) didn’t like to talk, and Jean read minds— easy friendship right there.

Jean had other friends and even a boyfriend. (Y/N) felt like she weighed her down or was charity work, but Jean always said otherwise.

Sometimes (Y/N) would sit with Jean and her friends. They were all kind and welcoming, despite her not saying anything. The only one who seemed standoff-ish was Warren.

Warren was tall and extremely handsome. Jean had teased (Y/N) for losing her train of thought more than once for looking at Warren and thinking he was pretty.

He had these huge metal wings and tattoos on his face. (Y/N) thought they could possibly be friends, mostly because they both had wings, but that didn’t go so well…

—

The one day (Y/N) wore a t-shirt, with holes in the back so she could flaunt her wings, everyone looked at her. She didn’t like the attention, but she couldn’t blame them for staring.

Jean’s friends showered her with a mixture of surprise and compliments with her wings.

“Can I touch them?” Peter asked. (Y/N) nodded, making eye contact with Warren for a moment.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. (Y/N) quickly looked away and frowned. Everyone liked her except for Warren.

Was he the honest one of the group though? What if all of Jean’s friends actually hated (Y/N)? What if they just put up with her because Jean made them? She was sure Scott didn’t like her much either, even if he never showed it. He was dating Jean and her friendship with (Y/N) probably cut into their time… Oh, God… They just think my wings are neat and soon as I stop showing them they’ll get bored of me…

Warren was glaring at something, and then he got up as left. Just like that!

“Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked Jean.

“He’s just being dumb. You know how boys are.” (Y/N) nodded, but she was pretty sure Warren wasn’t just “being dumb”. He probably hated her.

—

It was finally the weekend, and (Y/N) was hunched over her books on a Friday night. Normal for her, as Jean and her friends usually went out somewhere.

A knock at her door interrupted her work time, and she opened it to find Jean and Jubilee standing in the doorway. Jubilee was bouncing and had a bag in her arms.

(Y/N) let them in. Jubilee set the bag on the floor and started going through it— it was full of makeup and hair stuff. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to a party tonight, and you’re coming with us.”

(Y/N) glanced over to her work pile, “But I’ve got a paper due—”

“Two weeks from now. I have the same class.” Jubilee answered.

“Jean…” She whined.

“One night out won’t kill you. Neither will a little makeup and a cute outfit.”

“What?”

“Here, put this on.”

She examined the lump of fabric in her hands.

It was a dress.

“People will see my wings!”

“Yeah, that’s like the whole point,” Jubilee said.

(Y/N) sighed and slipped off her sweater, putting the dress on in its place.

“You look so pretty!” Jubilee cooed.

“Thanks.” (Y/N)’s immediate reaction was to fold her wings in tightly to her back, so they weren’t visible from the front.

“Relax,” Jean told her, soon as she noticed what (Y/N) was doing. Jubilee signaled her to sit down on the floor next to her, amidst a hundred different makeup products.

“I’m just gonna do some light, subtle makeup. Enough to enhance your features.”

“Thanks?...” The brush tickled (Y/N)’s skin, making her nose scrunch up.

“Relax your face. This doesn’t hurt.”

“Sorry. Sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

—

Everyone somehow managed to fit in one car— except for Kurt and Peter, they were racing to see who could get to the party first— Jean and Scott in the front, Warren, Jubilee, Ororo, and (Y/N) in the back.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but notice Warren looked a little flushed, “Is Warren okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Jean asked.

“His face is flushed. Is he just like, hot or something?”

“Or something…” Jean smiled, trying to act nonchalant. (Y/N) gave her a deadpan look through the rearview mirror. “I can’t tell you, but he’s fine.”

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Scott asked, looking back at her through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah.”

Scott nodded awkwardly.

—

Once parked, everyone quickly tumbled out of the car. Music could be heard from the inside. It was loud.

“I want to go home.”

“(Y/N) we just got here— dance with Jubilee or go sit outside with Ororo and Warren.”

“Warren doesn’t like me.”

“Not true… He’s just quiet.”

(Y/N) started to retaliate but Jean walked into the kitchen with Scott, and (Y/N) tried to not interrupt her time with her boyfriend, so she shut up.

Peter was playing beer pong with some kids. Jubilee and Kurt were dancing and both had cups in their hands. There was some wanna-be punk band playing.

(Y/N) decided to join them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

She waved her hand.

“You look nice,” Kurt said.

“Thanks.”

“I did her makeup,” Jubilee bragged.

Kurt giggled slightly, “Nice.”

The band was mostly playing covers, but they were pretty good. (Y/N) was letting loose and dancing along with Jubilee and Kurt.

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah!

Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit…

I'm traveling at the speed of light.

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you!

(Y/N) accidentally hit Jubilee with her wings. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine! They’re soft anyways.”

Don't stop me, don't stop me, don’t stop me. Hey, hey, hey!

Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh, ooh, ooh…

(Y/N) was actually enjoying herself. She was dancing and chanting incoherently along with the lyrics. She almost felt free.

The last time she had felt like this was as a child. Before her wings grew in. Before her parents deemed her a monster who had to hide. Before she lost everything she had. Before she decided to speak less was better for her.

She didn’t even think about any of it. She didn’t even think about how Jean was probably making out with Scott in a bathroom, or how Warren had been acting. She was having fun, and that was the only thing that mattered to her.

—

At some point during the night, (Y/N), slightly tipsy, made it up onto the roof with a few other kids. Everything was fine at first, but they were way too drunk.

“Why don’t you jump off the edge?” One of them asked.

“What?”

“Fly off the edge, birdie!” The other laughed. “Jump! Jump!”

“Jump! Jump!”

In the rooftop kids efforts to get (Y/N) to jump, people on the ground started chanting too.

“What’s going on?” Warren asked. Jubilee shrugged.

(Y/N) was terrified, wings folded in tightly to her back.

Jean came running up to Warren, “(Y/N) can’t fly! She can’t hear me either, she’s too nervous, lost in her own thoughts.”

Warren wanted to ask what he could possibly do, but he never got the chance.

(Y/N) fell off the roof.

Or maybe she was pushed off. Either way, it didn’t matter because she was screaming and falling and no one was doing anything.

Warren bolted and flew up so he could catch her in his arms. She looked so weak and tired in his arms. She was crying and his heart dropped seeing her like that.

Warren carefully brought her to the ground, making sure she could walk on her own. “Come here,” He gave her his jacket and wrapped an arm around her, letting her cry into his chest.

“I hated that—” She sniffled, “—I’m never doing it again.” Warren nodded understandingly, holding her close to his side.

“Let’s go home, okay?” (Y/N) nodded, still in a state of shock.

—

The halls of the mansion were like a ghost town, everyone was either out, asleep, or couped up in one of the many rooms. Warren and (Y/N) were alone as they walked up to her room.

“Why did you save me?”

Warren blinked, looking at (Y/N). She rarely spoke to or around him.

“Jean said you couldn’t fly.”

“Oh…” She avoided Warren’s eyes in embarrassment. So Jean told him to save me because I’m useless. Of course…

“You could have died, falling from that high up,” Warren’s voice was stern, but he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry…” She mumbled.

Warren furrowed his brows, “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I inconvenienced you…”

“What? No!” He stopped to stand face to face, holding one of (Y/N)’s hands. “You could never.”

(Y/N) felt fuzzy inside. Was she getting sick? Was she allergic to Warren? Why is he so nice? Why am I so nervous?

“I’d do the same for anyone.”

Oh. Yeah, no, he doesn’t really like me… nobody does… “Right.”

Warren noticed her mood change, but he didn’t call her out for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Thanks for bringing me home…”

“Of course…” He coughed for a moment, clearing his throat. “If you need anything, um, my room isn’t that far—”

“Thanks, Warren.” She forced a smile. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

—

Warren slipped off his t-shirt, discarding it on his desk chair. He laid in bed, thinking about (Y/N).

What if he hadn’t caught her in time?

He shook the thought away as he tossed in bed, slowly falling asleep.

Warren didn’t hate (Y/N). He just hated her wings… they reminded him of his old wings. The one thing he wanted most in life… his new ones were a constant reminder of his past mistakes, they were the wings of a monster.

But Warren had changed, or so he thought. He hated seeing (Y/N)’s wings, despite them rarely being out. He was jealous and angry. Mostly at himself.

But (Y/N) didn’t know how to use her wings…

That was strange to Warren. Maybe there was more to her than he thought.

—

(Y/N) awoke to a knock on her door.

“Hggggg… Just give me a minute.” She groaned. She rolled out of bed and opened the door.

“Jean? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay! We got back late and Warren said you were already asleep.”

“Oh… Well, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay… Do you wanna come down for breakfast?”

(Y/N) glanced at her pajamas. “Can I get changed first?...”

“You look fine! Most of the group is still in their pj’s anyway.”

“Okay.”

Jean led (Y/N) down the hall to the kitchen where her friends were. Most of them were chatting amongst themselves or shoving food into their mouths.

“Hangovers?” She asked.

“Yeah some, I’m surprised you don’t have one.”

“I never said I didn’t.” (Y/N) got herself a cup and a plate, taking some of the food and drink available.

“(Y/N), are you okay from last night?” Jubilee asked.

She nodded.

Peter let out a breath, “Thank God. Xavier would have killed us if you’d gotten hurt.” (Y/N) nodded again, trying to just focus on the food on her plate.

“You’re lucky Warren was there to catch you,” Scott stated.

“Yep.”

“Is everyone going to keep talking about last night?” She asked herself.

“Probably. You could have broken your legs, or sprained an ankle— plus people like to talk.”

“Gossip, you mean gossip.”

Jean didn’t respond, she was too focused on whatever Scott was saying. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Typical.

Warren trudged into the kitchen— his curls tangled, wings almost dragging against the floor, and he wore the world’s most wrinkled t-shirt— he looked like he didn't want to be there.

He opened up a cabinet and took out a mug. He closed the cabinet door and moved over near the coffee pot on the counter. He took it and poured plain, black, coffee into his mug.

Then he took a sip straight from the mug.

“There is creamer and milk in the fridge,” (Y/N) reminded him.

“I know.”

“Oh.”

(Y/N) focused on her plate again, trying to pretend the awkward interaction didn’t happen.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering—“ (Y/N) quickly looked up at Warren as he spoke. “I could like, help you learn to fly.”

“Um…”

“No one would see us. If you’re worried about that.”

“Oh my god! You should say yes!” (Y/N) quickly twisted her head over at Jean and almost gave her the finger, but Scott was watching. So she just glared.

She didn’t want Jean in her head all the time. Especially at a time like this.

She looked back at Warren, “Sure. I have nothing else to do.”

“Cool. I have some stuff to do, but I’ll get you in a few hours.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Sounds good.”

—

(Y/N) looked through her closet, trying to find something she could wear to fly in. Most of her tops weren’t exactly wing friendly. She sighed.

She didn’t even want to do this— she just wanted to hide her wings forever and move on from last night.

No. No, that wasn’t true in the slightest.

She needed to learn to use her wings, they were a part of her, whether she liked it or not. She had her old life ripped away from her in exchange for the big black heaps of feathers on her back, weighing her down every day. She had to embrace them somehow. They were all she had.

That and Jean… sometimes. And eventually, she’d have to leave the nest and talk to other people.

Warren knocked on her door. (Y/N) glanced at her reflection— she still had her pajamas on!

He knocked again, “(Y/N)? It’s me.”

“Sorry! Give me a sec!” (Y/N) hurried and shut her closet, then opening her door to let Warren in. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, are you—“ He glanced at her clothes. (Y/N) instantly tensed up, insecure by his gaze. “Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“Uh… I don’t really have anything good for flying—“

“Just wear some shorts and a shirt with holes in the back. Nothing fancy.”

“You don’t understand, I have one shirt with holes in the back, and it’s in the laundry.”

“You sleep with your wings tucked in?” Warren gawked.

“Sometimes.” She defended.

Warren glanced at something shiny in the corner of his eye. “Grab a shirt you don’t care about.”

“Okay…” (Y/N) grabbed an old Xavier’s school tee.

“Give it to me.” She handed it to Warren. He took the scissors from her desk and quickly cut slits in the back of the t-shirt. “There. Now you have something to wear.”

She just stared at Warren.

“Are you gonna put it on or?...”

“Can you step out of the room then?”

Warren’s eyes widened in realization on what he’d set himself up for. “Right! Right, um, do you need any help getting your wings through the holes?”

“If I do, I’ll ask. Now leave so I can get dressed.”

“Yeah, right, right.” Warren quickly stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

(Y/N) huffed and slipped her large nightshirt off, throwing it on her bed. She grabbed the shirt Warren cut up and put it on without a second thought.

Head pops out through the first hole.

The arms go through the sleeves.

The shirt slips down and covers the chest and torso.

But the wing holes were new. (Y/N) tried to push one of her wings out but she struggled. It took her a bit of reaching back with her hands to spread the fabric a bit so she had more space before she could get it through the slit.

The second wing she had more trouble with.

(Y/N) couldn’t reach her arms back as easily to spread out the slit. And her whole wing wouldn’t go through since it wasn’t the loosest of shirts.

(Y/N) opened her door and peeked her head out. “Hey, I need some help…”

Warren perked up a little, following (Y/N) into her room.

“Just like, hold the two sides of the slit out, and then I can get my wing through.”

Warren did as she asked.

“We’re they too small?”

“A little, but also this isn’t baggy like most of my clothes, so…”

“I can make the holes bigger if you want.”

She dismissed him, “It’s fine. I’ll do it later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I already wasted enough time getting ready. We should go out.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah. We’re gonna be out for a while.”

—

They were standing on the roof of Xavier’s, looking out onto the grassy campus.

“So, uh, flying once you get the hang of it, is like a reflex almost… But uh basically, you just need to flap your wings, so you keep yourself afloat of sorts. Does that make sense?”

“Kind of.”

“Okay, um, just like, run off the edge—”

“Runoff the edge?!” (Y/N) asked, terrified of falling to her death. Scared of having a repeat of the night before.

“Just flap your wings, and if you mess up I’ll catch you.”

(Y/N) stood at the edge, peering down at the ground below. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe back up a bit, get like a running start first.”

(Y/N) did as he suggested, running off the edge. When her feet left the roof, she tried to flap her wings as Warren had told her.

She felt herself flying like a wonky baby bird. Somewhat lopsided with each flap, but she was doing it!

“Oh my gosh! Warren! Warren I’m doing it!”

She could see Warren still on the roof. He gave her a thumbs up and some encouraging cheers.

(Y/N) smiled, struggling to fly, but flying nonetheless. She looked down for a moment, and then suddenly realized she was many feet above the ground, in the air. (Y/N) panicked, and stopped flapping her wings for a moment, before she started to fall.

“Shit!” Warren flew off the roof to save (Y/N).

But it was a false alarm, for, by the time Warren was about to catch (Y/N), she’d regained herself and was no longer falling to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Um, it’s just really high up, I’m scared of falling again, like at the party.”

“Hey, hey, relax, don’t focus on the ground or your wings. Just— focus on me, okay?”

She looked at his face— his blue eyes, his plush pink lips, the dark lines adorned all over his face, and how he had a few untamable, blonde curls that framed his face— she looked at Warren’s wings and tried to copy how his fluttered and kept him aflight.

“You’re doing it!” He told her.

“Really?” (Y/N) was almost in disbelief.

“Yeah, you’re doing great!”

(Y/N) looked at her wings, realizing what she was doing. She was worried she’d fall, but it never happened.

“I’ll race you to the mansion next door.”

“Next door? That’s like several acres.” Warren gave her a knowing look, and then it all clicked. “Oh! Oh, you’re so on!”

Warren laughed and they both flew off at high speed, away from school.

—

They got back to the mansion after sunset, both giggling and playfully fighting about who won the race.

“I think I won—”

“Oh, yes, beginner’s luck, Baby Bird.”

She raises her eyebrows and points at him, “Aha! So you admit I won.”

“I may have let you…”

(Y/N) scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, you got me. I wouldn’t go too easy on you.” Warren was headed for the kitchen, but (Y/N) was going in the opposite direction.

“I was gonna get a bite to eat. Wanna join me?”

“Um, I was going to shower first…”

“Oh… I’ll see you later then?”

(Y/N) was suddenly very awkward and nervous, “Um, yeah! Pfft, of course, uh— yeah. Yeah!”

“Great!” Warren was also suddenly somewhat nervous.

“Great!”

The two were on their separate paths, before (Y/N) turned back for a moment.

“You good?” Warren asked.

“Yeah, um,” (Y/N) kissed his cheek. It didn’t last long, but it left her heart pounding and Warren flustered.

“Thanks for today. I’m gonna go shower.”

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housepartyprotocol · 3 years

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Warren Worthington III Masterlist

Warren and mutual pining

COMPLETED SERIES

Summary: You like Warren, and Warren likes you. But you are both oblivious and Warren thinks you are too good for them. What happens when your friends intervene

Warren Worthington iii x mutant!reader

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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1. Flight ~ Warren Worthington III

A/N: The start of the 31 day writing challenge! A month late but still here. I'm going to do x-men characters, if there is someone you want to see, for a specific day or not, let me know! Reader is non gender specific. Enjoy :)

Warnings: none

He used to fly a lot. Always whirling around whichever empty building he found himself occupying for the night, lifting himself off the ground a little when he walked down empty streets in the dark, jumping up when fighting in the cage.

Having big white wings like his, there really wasn't much else to do with them. But after everything with Apocalypse, the wings didn't feel like an attributing factor of himself anymore. The sharp metal weighed heavily on the back of his shoulders in a way they never did before and they took more effort to handle having. There were many times when they scraped along the floor behind his feet and the shrill sound of splintering wood and ripping stone forced him to laboriously lift his wings higher. It didn’t matter how many times Charles insisted he found no issue with it, the deep tracks following where Warren had walked down the corridor instilled guilt in him like little else. They were constant reminders of the damage he caused. What he once felt was a gift to him had become the tireless burden they started as.

He didn’t do much flying anymore. The attention it garnered was too much for his liking. Young kids at the school would look at his wings in awe, pull funny faces with their friends in the reflection of the metal when they sat behind him, draw pictures of him flying in the air above the mansion, one kid even compared him to a honeybee as they asked about the physics of it all. He really didn’t know how to answer those questions. But when they asked him to fly around the grounds for them, he answered nothing as fast as that.

No. Every time.

The question made him hostile; turning silent and clenching his jaw, shuffling in his seat or even walking out the room. He hated it. Flying had brought him no good in the past and galavanting in the sky around a mansion wasn’t going to make it any better.

But he did learn the one thing that made it a little better. One person who never asked about flying, or about his wings, or about his past, or about his future. Only about his now. Only about him and his day and making sure he wore a smile for a least a moment if he could. By no means were his problems eradicated, but they left his mind during these peaceful times he had with them. With you. For when he sat with you, feet firmly planted on the ground, his head had never felt more in the clouds.

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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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Safe Heaven (Warren Worthington III x reader)

Requested by @kurt-nightcrawler: Um, your masterlist is small so I’ll request something. maybe like, quarantine is getting to y/n and her family keeps arguing and she feels like she’s going to burst out sobbing at any moment but no tears can come out, so she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, scott summers or warren worthington. You don’t have to, considering breaking quarantine is really serious and shouldn’t happen, despite it slowly being lifted in some places, but idk.

A/N: So, I just finished a long ass finals 'week' which lasted almost a fucking month (online classes, yay). Here's one of the requests I had pending; feedback is always welcome so, if you have any advice or find any mistakes, you know what to do. Enoy…. Ps: Stay safe 💜💜💜

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x reader

Warning: Quarentine breaking with no mask on / a bit of angst at the beginning but a sweet, fluffy ending to make it up to you.

Word count: 1168

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You climbed the stairs to your room as fast as your feet would allow it. As soon as you got there, you let yourself collapse. The raging voices of your parents could still be heard clearly, so you made one last effort and closed the door, but that didn't help as you thought it would. Your head was pounding, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to breathe, all you achieved was to let out a string of choked whimpers.

Your eyes closed and you found yourself wiping your burning cheeks but, to your surprise, your face was completely dry. Your body shook with an avalanche of Whimpers and erratic, gasping breaths. You tried hugging yourself in a failed attempt to feel safer, only then did you realize that your legs were beginning to feel numb. Running a clammy hand through your hair, you let your mind soar through the possibilities you had.

Charles had called a few times in the past weeks to make sure you were doing okay, and you were sure he'd happily take you in; but you decided against calling him, afraid of being too much of a burden. Same went for Scott and Alex, who had even offered to sneak you out of your house and into theirs. You were grateful for your friends, truly; but, despite their good intentions, thinking of them added weight to your aching chest.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and eyed your reflection for a moment. Your skin was red and your head seemed to be dead weight over your shoulders. You washed the sweat off your hands and sprinkled your face with cold water. After stuffing some clothes and a few things in a duffle bag and grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you opened your bedroom window and jumped without a second thought.

Only then did you realise how late it was; the navy blue had long ago replaced the fresh, golden tone that you had only witnessed from your window throughout the day. Night air was crisp, making you shiver when you felt it creep past the material of your -- Warren's-- hoodie, through the openings it had on the back. Placing the hood on your head, you cursed when you noticed that you had, in fact, also forgotten to grab a mask. So, you lightly tugged on the collar, making sure your nose and mouth were covered as you walked to your boyfriend's house.

You embraced the silence of the empty streets as you calmly strolled, taking a moment to calm down. At least that's what you tried to do before your train of thought was stopped before it began to run. The scene was invaded by red and blue lights, hand in hand with the blaring sound of sirens. You sprinted toward a nearby bush and squatted, concentrating on your bag and clothes. You raised a hand to check and, when you didn't see it, you couldn't help it but grin. You had been perfecting your technique for the past few weeks, so that you could extend your power enough to cover nearby objects.

When the street was cleared once again, you sprinted around the corner and inside the familiar apartment building. You opened the door and, once inside, took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve for a moment, then knocked the door a few times. You took a step back and glued your gaze to the ground before the blonde boy you so desperately wanted to see opened the door for you.

"Y/N?" He stepped aside to let you in.

"Hi, Warr." You looked at him with glassy eyes, but managed to give him a quivering smile.

He immediately reached out to hug you, but stepped back; knowing what had stopped him, you kicked your shoes off, dropped the bag and took off his hoodie, revealing a thin, black tee. Then, it was you who leaped toward him and put your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and letting your senses envelope the familiar scent that made you feel warm and safe.

That's when you let your walls fall. Unafraid of consequences, Tears rained from your eyes and onto Warren's shirt, and your sobs echoed throughout the small apartment. You held onto Warren for dear life, as you --he thought-- explained what happened in mumbles that were inaudible, as your face was still resting against him.

"Are- are you okay?" he asked, rubbing your back soothingly.

You dryly chuckled at his question, even if he had considerably opened up since his arrival at the mansion, he still hadn't completely figure out how to lull or console someone. You found his awkwardness cute and comforting.

"Can we just….," your voice faded into his chest as you hugged him tighter, which he immediately corresponded. He kissed the top of your head and embraced you with his wings, to which you sighed in contempt.

When he sensed your breathing had become less erratic, he looked down at you and and offered, "Go have a shower and I'll wash this."

"'Kay." You hugged him one last time, got your some stuff out of the bag, and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed the hoodie and placed it on the washing machine, then sprayed alcohol over your bag and shoes, placing them right by the door.

You bumped into Warren walking out of the bathroom. As you brushed the last strands of your hair, you let your gaze follow him as he carried a blanket to the living room. Knowing exactly what he was up to, you followed him with a bright smile on your face. One of your favorite things about him was the way in which, even if he tried to seem aloof and closed off, he knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and never failed to put a smile on your face.

He tumbled onto the couch when he arrived to the living room and placed the blanket on the spot beside him, still neatly folded.

"C'mere," he patted the spot beside him, but you declined with a soft smile.

"Just a sec," you said, "gonna make some tea."

Grabbing your wrist gently, he scoffed, "what kind of boyfriend do you take me for, princess, 'm way ahead of you."

With his head, he motioned toward the table; you followed his eyes and found two cups of steaming hot herbal tea. You beamed and shook your head.

"Of course you are."

Before taking a place next to him, you wrapped yourself in the blanket. Then you curled up into Warren; he adjusted his position and gently pulled you down, so the two of you were laying on the couch, with his arm and wings around you. Then he hit play, and your favorite movie began playing on the T.V screen.

In that moment, you knew… There was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be.

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 5 years

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Warren?

Warren x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, bad writing. Sorry in advance for all spelling and grammar mistakes

Word count: 1.3k

You awoke with a start. Your heart and mind racing, your eyes wide with fear. You looked frantically around the room not quite sure what you were expecting to see but all you were greeted with was your peaceful, empty room. The quiet and still of your room only made you feel worse and more paranoid. You know it was just a bad dream and you should be used to them by now but your heart wouldn’t stop racing. Your chest felt tight and there was a distinct lump in your throat as you blinked away the tears that were forming in your eyes. Before you knew quite what you were doing you were out of bed and had closed the door behind you.

You walked down the long barely lit hallway as quietly and calmly as you could, given your current state of mind. When you reached his door you hesitated, your mind swirling with doubt and your eyes welled up once again but no tears fell. Why were you here? You didn’t remember choosing to come here. You didn’t remember deciding to need him. And yet, here you were.

You and Warren had always been close and you thought of him as your best friend but was showing up at his door in the middle of the night going too far? He was probably sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb him over something so stupid. It was just a nightmare, get over it. And even as you thought these things you raised your fist to his door and knocked quietly.

“Warren?” you said softly then paused waiting for any sign of life from behind the door. After a moment you repeated your actions ever so slightly louder. This time the door swung open almost immediately after you called his name, to reveal a very sleepy and annoyed Warren. But when he saw it was you his expression softened.

“YN?” He asked concernedly “what time is it?”

You were wringing your hands nervously and when You opened your mouth to try to respond nothing came out

“What’s wrong?”

You avoid his gaze feeling scared and vulnerable and stupid for feeling that way. Warren sighs softly and steps to the side holding the door open for you. You hesitate for a microsecond before stepping forward into the moonlit room. You’d been in his room before, to study and whatnot but never at night. Never like this. You couldn’t help but feel that this was very different. That stepping through that door may have just changed everything between you and Warren.

Warren stood, his back to the closed door with his arms folded over his chest as he surveyed you with growing concern. You could feel him looking at you but you still couldn’t meet his eye so you slowly wandered over to the window on the other side of the room.

After a moment or two of silence, Warren made his way to you. Then he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder. The tears that had been threatening to fall since you awoke in a panic not 15 minutes ago suddenly slid down your face. You turned quickly in his arms so you were facing him. Your arms wrapped around him tightly and you buried your face in his shoulder. Warren's grip had loosed in shock. He has never seen you like this, but within moments he tightened his hold on you. One large hand was on the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, soothingly stroking your hair as you sobbed into him.

The two of you stayed that way for quite a while until the tears had stopped. When your grip finally loosened his did too. You tried to pull back from him but his hands held firm on your shoulders stopping you from going too far. You looked up at him and sniffled a bit sheepishly, unsure of what to say. But you didn’t have to say anything. You may not have told Warren about the nightmares but he knew all about your past and all the things you’ve been through. He’s also not an idiot. He sees how tired you are, he saw the fear and hesitation in your eyes when he suggested you two share a room on a mission, how you mumbled something about needing your own space even tho in the entire time he’d known you you've never needed space. Well, not from him at least. You finally opened your mouth to apologize, your gaze immediately dropping from his face to your hands which you were once again wringing but before you could speak, he stopped you.

“You don't have to say anything and you definitely shouldn't apologize.”

“But I-

“I know.”

“No, you don't. How could you? I haven't-” he cut you off once more

“I know” he spoke so softly and emotionally that you couldn't help but look up at him. When your eyes met his you saw that they were filled with sincerity and glittering with unshed tears. All your doubts started fading. Warren knew and it didn't matter how he knew. All that mattered was that he was there and he didn’t appear to be going anywhere and that thought alone was enough to make a tear slip down your cheek.

Warren gently moved his hand to cup your cheek and his thumb traced the trail the tear left as you two subconsciously moved back together until you were nearly chest to chest. Your eyes were locked on Warrens face while he was focusing on his hand on your cheek. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a fraction of a second but when you looked up his eyes were focused on your whole face again. Without thinking you leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips met his and for a moment the world seemed to stand still. But then your brain started screaming at you and you pulled away, immediately apologizing

“I’m so sorry Warren. I don’t know why I did that” you pulled fully out of his grasp as he stood there stunned for a few moments “fuck” you started pacing side to side in front of him in the dark room “fuck, I’m so stupid and so so so sorry. Why the fuck did I do that?” You were so caught up in you ranting that you hadn’t noticed Warren trying to speak. Your muttering was cut off when Warren spun you around to face him and kissed you. Your eyes were wide with shock for a second - but only for a second- before they slid closed and you melted into him. The kiss was passionate and emotional, the kind of kiss you’d expect two best friends to have after an emotionally charged moment.

When the kiss finally ended the two of you stayed forehead to forehead for a few minutes, breathing heavily, no words needed.

“We should probably get some sleep” Warren said in an almost whisper. You just nodded and made your way to the bed and climbed in. He followed suit. The two of you spent the next few minutes trying to find the best, most comfortable way to be which proved to be a little difficult given the size of the bed and Warrens wings. But, before too long you had worked it out. You were laying on your back and Warren was on his front. His legs entangled with yours, his arm and one of his wings thrown over your body. You had never felt more loved or protected in your entire life and as you drifted off to sleep you couldn’t imagine a life without Warren and you hoped he couldn’t imagine one without you.

“Warren?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you”

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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Cage Fight {Kurt Wagner X Reader}

Thief. I was a thief and a traitor to my kind. The only thing I was trying to do was free them; the mutants who had been caught and forced to fight each other for entertainment. To me, it was extremely evil and cruel. They were like us, but with a few enhancements. They deserved a chance to be real people too.

I had planned to sneak up and break at least a few mutants out. My plan was not entirely thought out and extremely hasty, so I had gotten captured. I was now being forced to sit in one of the cages I had set out to release them from. The scene that was set out before me was gruesome and bloody. It was heartbreaking. They were being forced to fight each other.

A young man with blond hair and beautiful white wings had been on a roll, overcoming all of the opponents he was delivered. He seemed to be a punk of some sort, sporting a black leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders.

He defeated his mutant brethren with valor and strength. He was very cocky at the end of each fight, boasting about his strength and speed. It didn’t take him long to get through a dozen or so mutants. It was frightening because I knew they were going to put me in against him.

They all shouted from the crowd to put me in the cage with them, and then they did. I was chained up but thrashed against the men who took me up to the cage. They unlocked my chains, but their grip was tight upon my wrists. There was no way that I could get out of their hold since the men were very strong. I was tossed inside, no respect for my wellbeing or any of it.

The terror that I felt was immeasurable, I had seen what this man had done to his fellow mutants. He could rip me apart within two seconds. I cowered in the corner, not sure what to do. The crowd shouted in protest, and they seemed to want more. The man in charge of narrating the event started announcing something, and the crowd yelled in approval.

A box was brought in, and a blue man was thrown into the cage from it. He was a beautiful being with blue skin, black hair, a sleek tail. He looked terrified, but I didn’t blame him; I was scared out of my wits. His attention was drawn away from the crowd and cage around him, landing on me. I was defenseless and had never felt as useless as I had at that moment.

The fight commenced, and the Angel, as he had been deemed, came first after the blue man, since he appeared to be more of a threat than I did. The blue man, Nightcrawler, teleported around, trying to dodge the Angel. He landed in front of me, teleporting both of us out of the way when I was about to be one of the victims of the Angel.

I looked up at him, in a bit of shock. “Thank you,” I said quietly to him.

“It’s no problem. I will protect you,” He said in an accented voice. I instantly assumed that it was a German accent since we were in Berlin.

I stayed out of the way of the two fighters the whole time, trying not to get killed by the vicious Angel that was attacking us. Nightcrawler kept his promise of keeping me safe. When Angel had flown towards me, Nightcrawler pushed Angel out of the way, sending him flying straight into the electrified cage, singeing his wings beyond repair. It was a sad sight, and then, the power went out and chaos ensued. Nightcrawler grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the cage.

I was a bit nervous but looked at him. On a whim, I leaned in and kissed him, he kissed me back, though he seemed nervous. I pulled away and then said “Thank you,” with a smile on my face, and he was pulled away by a curly-haired blonde woman. I started walking away a bit “Y/n, my name is Y/n L/n, if you ever find yourself in Berlin, look for me!” I said to him, not sure what his reaction looked like since he had disappeared into the crowd.

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#X-men #X-Men Apocalypse #x-men oneshot #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #Warren Worthington III #Kurt Wagner #kurt wagner x reader #thief #first kiss

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Puzzle Pieces | Warren Worthington III

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): some swearing lol

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: warren thinks deeply about his past, and debates his place in the world.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “people piss me off so fucking much!” “do I count as people?” “of course not.” + “I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.” “have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on you, but you sitting under me.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

It’s hard to find people to relate to sometimes. To fit in, and find a place you sincerely belong. We all have puzzle piece hearts hidden deep in our chests, ones that we pull apart to try and cram it along in any empty space we can find in this bigger picture of life.

This haunting feeling of estrangement is a universal struggle- one of which almost every person understands.

Although, the case is a little different for a mutant. Those little strands of DNA have woven a stark difference along the puzzle pieces of good people. A difference that sets them blatantly apart from the rest of the board.

This was especially true for Warren, who not only had a very obvious physical mutation- but whom had reformed from a broken and bloody past.

After all that had gone down with Apocalypse, many students watched him walk through the halls of Xavier’s Institute with a great amount of fear in their eyes. They cowered away from his wings as if the fluffy feathers would burn them should they dare to come close.

Half the time, Warren wondered why he’d even bothered joining the X-Men after all that had happened.

The other half, he didn’t have to wonder. It was you.

You who had pulled him from the wreckage of the jet crash, despite him being buried beneath a pile of heated steel. You who insisted he be saved. You who had burned the palms of your hands trying to get him out.

Even now, he saw the scars on your fingers as you spoke with Ororo- talking rapidly with exaggerated hand motions. He remembered those same hands being the ones to heal him and bring him back to his former self, feathered wings and all.

He knew it was you that convinced him to stay, even when the not so quiet whispers and the fairly obvious glares told him to go.

At first it was a simple blossoming friendship, a little plant that you diligently watered into a blooming flower, and then painted those petals with romance.

The relationship was still quite new, but Warren found comfort in every shy kiss, every sweet smile, and every spine tingling time you’d absentmindedly played with his feathered wings.

“People piss me off so fucking much!” You exclaimed, smiling and laughing along with Ororo as you finished your, no doubt, drama-filled story.

This statement pulled Warren from his thoughts. That- and the way you greeted him briefly, cupping his chin and leaving a simple kiss along his hairline while planting yourself in his lap.

Warren grinned and wove an arm around your waist, stretching out his wings as much as he could in the not so spacious armchair. He rested the arch of one wing along your shoulders, and you felt the slight weight of it against your back.

“Do I count as people?” Warren asked teasingly, referring to whatever you had been talking about only moments ago.

You laugh, patting his cheek gently, “Of course not. Although I can’t say the same for a certain speedster.” Your gaze moves along the room to the silver headed figure slumped against the couch cushions only six feet away.

Peter looked up from his gameboy for a split second, having only barely been paying attention, “What’d I do?” He asked, still mainly focusing on his game as he stuck out a tongue and carefully planned out what button he should press next.

“Just yesterday, you stole my plate right out of my hands! I know it was you, Pete, one minute they were there, and the next they were gone.” You pointed at the boy in an accusatory manner.

Peter hummed, suddenly producing a lollipop from God knows where, putting it in his mouth as he pressed a button on his gameboy with his other hand, “Oh yeah, those waffles were really good by the way, your cooking skills are definitely improving.”

You huff and roll your eyes, looking defeatedly at Warren.

Warren shrugged and spoke with an amused tone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, love.”

“Kill him.” You say without hesitation, making Ororo- who sat on the other end of the couch from Peter- snort into her closed fist.

“I would do exactly that,” He promised emptily- deciding to go along with your antics, “but I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.”

“Have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on top of you, but you sitting under me?” You reply, not even waiting for a response as you pat his chest, “Checkmate, angel.”

As you stand up, you call out to the silver speedster, “I’m coming for you, Gonzales.” You warn.

Peter’s eyes widen as he rushes to get off the couch, “At least wait till I’m done with my Pokémon battle!”

Warren laughed as you and Peter attempted to wrestle right then and there, Peter shouting incoherent apologies for taking your food- being drowned out by the laughter in the room- the loudest of such coming from Peter himself.

Warren watched, adoring the way you attempted to keep a serious composure while Peter pleaded with you, stating that you were the reason his Pokémon would be orphaned.

“What do you even have on your team?” You ask, laughing as Peter struggled against your arm.

“Uhhh an Eevee-” Peter was interrupted by your gasp as you release him from the gentle headlock he’d been trapped in.

“Show me!” You sit on the floor next to him in excitement as Peter smugly hands you his gameboy, thinking he took the easiest way out of your little fight.

You hold up the device so Warren can see the pixelated creature, “Look, angel, this Eevee’s trainer is about to get totally fucked.” You said casually, maintaining the excited tone of voice.

It was Peter’s turn to gasp, standing quickly from the floor and dodging the grab you made for his arm. His voice was about three octaves higher as he screamed, “You’re a monster!”

Warren grinned as you got up off the floor to chase the man who quite undoubtedly was faster than yourself, shooting Warren a sweet smile before you began the hunt for your waffle thief.

He knew maybe he hadn’t found his place yet. Warren had yet to discover where his puzzle piece belonged in the big picture, but with the feeling you always gave him- that fluttery, warm feeling- he just knew that wherever his place was, it’d fit perfectly next to you.

Basically implied that reader’s mutation is healing but that can kinda go hand in hand with any other mutation. aNyway, I haven’t written a oneshot in a long time and I really hope you enjoyed! -♠️

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 5 years

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Two Feet

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Word Count: 1, 332

A/N:This was just a little something that was in my head for a while and I finally decided to get it out~ anyways here's a Soft N Supportive Warren

You wish you had met Warren long before you did. Or at least before your current boyfriend whom you've been with for some time.

Warren came into your life at a time when things were good, and you befriended each other almost immediately. He soon became one of the people you trusted most in your life, and it turned out you had a lot of mutual friends. It was just a bad coincidence that you hadn't met earlier.

You both care about each other a great deal, but on Warren's end it's been more than platonic for a while. He never did anything about his feelings out of selflessness; he argued with himself that your happiness would come first and you seemed happy at the time.

Things were different now.

He witnessed how quickly things changed, and watched you grow less and less happy in your relationship. Still prioritizing your happiness, he's always been your shoulder to cry on and never told you to leave him because he felt it wasn't his place.

But now, a line had been crossed and Warren decided he couldn't take it anymore. The last thing he ever wanted was to give you an ultimatum but it simply hurts him too damn much to watch the person he loves most be so unhappy.

The two of you have been at it for about an hour. He tried to break it to you slowly, easing into the tough subject and never once raising his voice, no matter how frustrating it is for him.

"Do you even love him?" he asks you, no longer willing to beat around the bush.

"I'm scared, Warren," you respond, not actually answering his question. You suddenly become fully aware that it only confirms his suspicions. Your defenses start to crumble as you shamefully avert your gaze and hold your elbows. "What if no else wants me?"

"You're kidding, right?" Warren looks at you incredulously and he looks angry, but the waver in his tone tells you he's mostly hurt. You already know it's the dumbest reason to stay with someone, but you had been left and abandoned so many times before, you weren't sure what to do. "Y/N, you have to be able to stand on your own two feet! You can't rely on some prick to do that for you— especially not him."

"W-Warren, I-I don't- i-it's not—" you struggle to find the words to reply. The sudden confrontation has you disoriented, but you also know that everything Warren says is true.

"He doesn't deserve you." His voice is calm and steady as he says so, like he's never been so sure of anything in his life. You open your mouth to respond, but close it when you realize you haven't got anything. "Look, Y/N, I love you," your breath hitches at the three words he utters. He scans your features to gauge your reactions, but come up with no conclusions.

He gives you a few seconds to respond— a moment that seems to stretch on for ages as you forget how to speak.

Letting out a defeated sigh, he makes his final point, "I love you— so much that it hurts— but don't expect me to wait around for you. I-I can't stand by and watch you throw your happiness away for some dickhead."

Without another word, he turns his back to you and walks out your front door, not to be seen for a while.

———

"I don't know, Ro," you tell her, rubbing temples to keep the oncoming headache away. "I haven't seen him in weeks."

"Have you tried calling him?"

"No."

You haven't seen Warren since that night at your apartment. You definitely have thought about calling him, a lot of time on fact, but you just wouldn't know what to say, so you never did.

"Well, Y/N—"

"Yeah, I know," you admit, letting your head fall back with a sigh. "It's unfair of me to expect that he would- but it's just so hard without him- a-and I still don't know what to do about—" Ororo nods, understanding what you mean despite your terribly messy and incomplete sentences. "I love him," you finally admit— out loud, as well as to yourself.

She gives you an empathetic smile, and asks just to make sure despite already knowing your answer, "Warren, or—"

"Of course it's Warren!" You know that she already knew. Pretty much everyone knew, seeing how you and Warren look at each other, it's been obvious to everyone except you since the start.

"What am I supposed to do?" You groan as let your head fall into her lap. She gently ruffles your hair in a comforting manner as she hesitates— but only for a moment.

"I think you already know what you need to do."

———

It's at a friends' gathering, a couple weeks since your conversation with Ororo, that you finally see Warren. You still haven't spoken. It's been nothing but radio silence since your fight just over a month ago.

It hasn't even been an hour into the hang out when Warren disappears from the party and you cant find him anywhere. But you know that means there's only one other place where he would be.

You make eye contact with Ororo from across the room and she gives you a nod as though to give you the green light. Without another moment's hesitation, you exit the party and make your way to the roof where you see him sitting on the gravel.

Warren's ears perk up at the sound of the metal door creaking open and he turns to face you. His heart skips a beat at how the city lights illuminate your features perfectly and it hits him how much he's really missed you.

"I thought I'd find you up here."

It takes all he has to wrench his eyes away from your approaching figure. He doesn't dare open his mouth to respond because he knows he wouldn't be able to keep himself from falling back into you.

Taking a seat next to him, you make sure not to sit too close as to not overstep any boundaries. You fight the natural instinct to lean into him, knowing it wouldn't be fair of you.

"I broke up with him," you say simply, as though it's a mere observation.

He has to do a double take, do to the nature of the statement. That's when he fully allows himself to take you in; your chin is up, your shoulders are relaxed like you've had a heavy weight taken off, and you breathe like oxygen has never been easier to inhale. You look free, and relieved.

Looking over your shoulder, you see the hint of a smile appear on Warren's features. Biting back your own smile, you want to be certain that everything is clear. "But that doesn't mean I'm ready to jump into another relationship," you continue, turning your focus back go the night sky. You can sense Warren's shoulders drop ever so slightly like you've rejected him before he can ask you out. You smile, not because of the reaction, though. "Someone once told me I need to stand on my own two feet, instead of relying on some prick." Glancing back, you catch the light melody that is his laugh as he lets out into the night.

"I kinda set myself up for that one," he jokes, but he's far more happy that you're taking the time to build yourself, even if that means he'll have to wait a little longer. He'd rather dive into the unknown with you knowing that you can keep yourself afloat even if he isn't there.

"But having a caring prick by my side along the way wouldn't hurt," you say, looking at the stars. You face the sky, but your smile is for Warren, and him alone as you reach for his hand in the dark. “I love you too, by the way.”

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heliads · 2 years

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Flint and Steel Chapter Eight: After This

You and Warren Worthington III have hated each other ever since you first fought on Apocalypse’s battlefield, especially since you nearly caused Warren’s death with your flame mutation. When you’re assigned to be partners on one of Xavier’s missions, you quickly find out that the only one you’ll be able to count on is him.

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You break away from him eventually. You don’t want to, of course, but there is the small problem of the fact that Trask still has dozens of soldiers out to capture both of you, and they’re not exactly going to sit around and wait for the two of you to have your moment. Eventually, you can hear the sound of marching footsteps and rolling tires grow ever closer, and at that point you do have to step away and leave that quiet space with the two of you for the rest of the world.

You’re not entirely willing to give him up, though, even for survival, so the two of you keep your fingers interlocked as you walk. You use your powers to burn away the roots of a few trees near the road to block the guards’ path, and when you turn back, you notice that Warren is watching you, eyes soft as he looks between you and the fire smoldering in your palm.

“What?” Warren shrugs, although he can’t seem to shake his smile. “Nothing. It’s just interesting to see you do that.” You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you think so.” You don’t know when he changed to think your mutation was something worth admiring, but you can’t deny that you appreciate it.

The two of you make your way down the road, occasionally stopping to dodge patrols or check that you’re going the right way. After a few turns and about half an hour longer, you can spot a nearby town somewhere in the difference. This is a good sign- if there’s a town, there are people, and Trask’s soldiers can’t try to kidnap you and Warren if there are witnesses.

Trask seems to know this too, which is why he orders his guards to launch one last desperate attempt to drag you back to his laboratories. By now, though, you and Warren have been able to get enough of a head start that you’re able to successfully evade them. From there, all you have to do is cross the road, and then you’re safe in the town.

Warren points towards a convenience store a little bit down the main road. “There. We can call Xavier, make him take us back.” You nod, and walk over. There are a few picnic tables scattered aimlessly around a grassy area near the parking lot, so you fling your now very worn backpack down on top of it and rummage around inside for your burner phone. Beside you, Warren collapses down on a bench near you with a grateful sigh of relief.

You glance over at him as you turn on the phone, unable to hide a laugh. “What, are you telling me that running for your life for hours on end has made you tired?” Warren squints balefully up at you. “Only a little bit. It’s a personal failure, I’ll admit it.” You grin, typing out a message to Xavier about what happened. A few minutes later, he texts you back asking to call you. You hold up the screen to Warren, who nods, then walk a few feet away so you can take the call.

The Professor sounds exhausted when he picks up. Technically, it is still very early in the morning, although you’d kind of forgotten that during the mad flight from Trask’s school. You sum up what happened, ending with the fact that you and Warren are now stranded in a local town with Trask’s forces hovering on the horizon.

Xavier sighs in a haze of static. “Well, it seems that the mission didn’t go as well as we’d hoped. At least I have a reason to pursue legal action on the school.” You raise an eyebrow. “That is why we were sent here, was it not?” You can hear a sound over the phone that vaguely sounds like the Professor shrugging his shoulders. “I had intended for a little more undercover work, but yes, you got the job done.”

A furrow is settling between your brows at his words, but you do your best to keep your anger in check. Xavier’s probably just tired because of the early morning. You plaster on a fake smile and hope he can’t hear your irritation through the phone. “When will we be picked up?”

Xavier pauses for a moment before responding. “I don’t know. I am hesitant to bring the jet or any of our friends if Trask’s forces are still close.” Your stomach drops. “You don’t actually mean to say that you’re going to leave us here until you think things are better?” Warren glances over at you from the park bench, and starts to frown when he sees the look in your face.

Xavier’s voice is annoyingly calm given the circumstances. “No need to overreact, Y/N. I want what’s best for my team, and right now, this threat is too big to involve them. We’re still going to get you two, of course, it’s just going to be a little while longer.” Before you can snap back at Xavier or find some polite way to say that he’d better get you, now, the phone is plucked from your hand. When you glance up, you notice that Warren has gotten up from the bench and is now standing beside you, talking firmly to Xavier over the phone.

“Hey, Professor. Yeah, great to talk to you too. I’m here because Y/N is respectful and won’t say everything she wants to, but I don’t have that problem. Right now, we’re in the middle of a town, and Trask is going to come in and get us at any moment. I get that you want to protect your team, but we’re a part of your team, too. Either you come get us or we steal a car or something, but we’re leaving soon.”

He pauses, as if listening, then smirks. “Of course. See you then.” Warren hangs up after a moment and hands the phone back to you. You stare at him in something between fascination and amusement. “What was that?” Warren looks proud of himself. “I was hurrying things along. No need to worry.” You look at him incredulously, then start to laugh. “He’s going to hate us now.”

Warren shrugs. “Let him. What’s he going to do, try and stick us in another school to kill us? I’ll pursue legal action on him instead.” You raise an eyebrow. “Do you have a lawyer?” Warren nods, feigning a serious expression. “Yeah, you, so you’d better study up. If you can argue with me all the time over the smallest things, you can totally defeat Xavier in a courtroom.”

You snort. “Last time I checked, you’re usually the one starting the arguments with me.” You start to walk back towards the picnic table so you can toss the burner phone back in your bag, but Warren reaches out an arm to pull you back to him. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. Every time Xavier tries to pull something about how we agreed to sign up for this mission in the first place, you could just shut him down. We’d be brilliant.”

You smile, letting yourself lean into him. Right now, when it’s just the two of you alone in this early morning light, you could trick yourself into forgetting the rest of the world, like Trask isn’t waiting for you over those hills and Xavier hadn’t been debating whether or not to pick up the two of you. Maybe that’s all the world has to be, at any rate, just you and Warren. Who’s to say that you need anything more?

The plane does come, after a while, and touches down in a clearing not far from the town. After gathering up your things once more, you and Warren leave the relative safety of the city for another trip through the wilderness. However, you don’t entirely need your apprehension this time- Trask appears to have drawn back his forces, probably not wanting to face the threat of a plane full of mutants ready to defend their own.

When you and Warren reach the X-Jet, the ramp extends to reveal Hank walking down to greet the two of you. He chuckles when he reaches you. “Xavier’s a little irritated, you know that? He said something about how you yelled at him until he sent me over.” You nod. “Well, what were we supposed to do, just sit here and let Trask kill us?” Hank shrugs. “I can’t fault you there. Come on, let’s go before the soldiers try and find you.”

You start up the ramp, but the toll of last night’s near death experience still hangs over you, and you stumble a little bit as you go. Hank starts to turn back towards you, but Warren gets to you first, one of his arms slipping neatly around your waist to help you straighten up. Hank raises an eyebrow when neither of you break away. “I don’t know what happened on that mission, but I’m a little afraid to ask. Are we sure that Trask didn’t replace you two with imposters?”

Warren snorts. “Very sure. If you want me to start swearing at you or something to prove it’s me, though-” Hank cuts him off firmly. “That’s all the proof I need. Let’s get going, you two. No making out on my plane.” You strongly consider torching him just a little bit, but decide against it. Unfortunately, Hank cannot fly the plane to get you two back to Xavier’s School if he’s on fire, although the temptation is still there.

The plane touches down at Xavier’s School soon enough, and you’ve barely taken a few feet onto the ground before you’re enveloped in a fierce group hug from Jean and Storm. Jean grins at you. “Thank goodness you’re back! I missed you so much. We could tell the Professor was getting worried, even though he tried to hide it. I’m glad to have you here again.”

Storm nods. “I was getting bored without seeing you and Warren fighting all the time.” You laugh at that, but break away to gesture for Warren to join you. “Actually, you won’t even be able to have that anymore. We’ve made amends.” Warren’s lips quirk up in a half smile. “Many amends.” Jean looks shocked, although her expression slowly melts into a knowing grin. “You’re going to have to tell us everything, you know.”

Peter appears out of nowhere, hair ruffled from the usual post-speed haze. “Actually, that’ll happen later. Prof wants to see you two in his office, stat.” He pauses, then shrugs. “I’ll say it too. I’m glad you’re not dead. I was getting tired of only talking to these chumps.” He dodges a swing from Storm, and flashes you two one last grin before speeding off again.

You wave goodbye to Storm and Jean, then start walking to Xavier’s office with Warren. He laughs quietly once you’re out of earshot of the two girls. “Well, that was some welcome home.” You grin. “They’re certainly passionate, I’ll give them that. I’m not sure whether Peter is happier because we came back in one piece or because he can bother someone other than Scott, though. Hell, I’m not even sure we did come back in one piece, I still feel terrible.”

Warren pretends to fix his hair in the reflection of a nearby window. “Speak for yourself, I look incredible.” At your exasperated look, he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek. “And so do you. Don’t be too mad at me.” You smile in spite of yourself. “I don’t think I could be.”

The Professor answers almost immediately when you knock on his door, calling for you and Warren to come inside. When you close the door behind you and take a seat, you notice that he looks a little ragged around the edges, like he’s spent more than a few nights without sleep. Maybe he has been worried about you and Warren after all.

Xavier nods when you sit down. “It’s good to see you two. I’ve already started the process of getting the feds to take down Trask’s operation, but it’ll be a while to make sure all the mutant students get to a safe place. You might even see some of them here after a while.” That’s a strange thought, isn’t it? All those almost robotic students studying alongside you, learning to love their powers if that’s even possible.

Xavier looks at the two of you again, then sighs and steeples his fingers. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. With the plane, I mean. I’ve been worrying about this situation for a while, and when it sounded like I would risk more lives by sending my students out, I didn’t want to take any more risks than I had to. You can understand that, right?”

In a way, you know what he means. All the same, though- “We were the ones who agreed to go on this mission. You might have wanted to protect the other X-Men, but your first priority should have been us.” The words come out before you realize you’re saying them, but they’re true. Warren nods in agreement. “She’s right. All you had to do was send one person to pilot it, and that was all. We may not all be Jean, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t worthy of your protection.”

Xavier looks startled for a second, then seems almost to smile. “You’re not wrong, either of you. Also, I’m glad to see that you’ve been able to get along after all.” You and Warren exchange glances. “Yeah, you could say that.” Xavier releases you soon enough, with promises that he’ll contact you with updates on the school. Seeing as Trask now knows you personally, you might be in a little more danger over the weeks to come should he try to get revenge on you foiling his attempt to start a school to rid mutants of their abilities. All the same, though, you feel safer here than you have in the last few weeks.

And that’s not just because you’re back on familiar soil, either. Being able to see Warren in between classes, or sit with him on the grounds while you pretend to study, means more to you than you could have thought possible. For a little while, you had worried that things would be different once you came back from the mission, like without the threat of imminent death hanging over you, you wouldn’t feel quite as close to Warren as you had before, but none of that is true. He still looks for you on early mornings and late nights, you still feel that same jump in your heart whenever you find him in a crowded room. And, you’ve been known to share your practice sessions up on Xavier’s rooftops so the two of you have even more time alone.

It’s all good, to say the least. You don’t know for sure whether you’ll ever be safe as a mutant, especially now that Trask’s got you in his sights, but for right now? You couldn’t be happier, and neither could Warren. For once, everything is going just perfectly.

a/n: that’s the end of the series! thank you all for reading, i hope you liked it :))

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Thunderbolts & Lightning - W.W.

WC: 1.3K (dang)

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I got the inspo for this during a lightning storm last night as well as @39-seas-of-rhye so enjoy because this boi makes me soft

You let out a heavy sigh as you sit on the couch watching Bob Ross reruns, the light of the TV casting a dull light on our face. Your roommate, Jean had decided that you wouldn’t mind sleeping somewhere else while she and Scott had some “fun”. You rub your eyes and look at the clock in front of you.

11:30 PM

‘Fucking dandy’ You think to yourself. Looks like your sleeping on the couch again.

“(Y/N)?” You hear from behind you, causing to jump.

You turn around to see the tall, broad shoulders, winged blonde boy of your dreams. Warren Worthington.

“H-hey, yeah. Sorry, you scared me, I thought everyone was asleep already” You say, lightly chuckling and looking away to hide your blush.

Ever since he showed up at Xavier’s, you had always taken a liking to him. He was shy at first, intimidating to some extent. But, after having a few classes with him and just showing general kindness towards him, despite everything with Apocalypse, he quickly opened up to you.

“What? You couldn’t sense that I was coming? Read my mind or some shit?” He playfully asks, sitting down next to you, causing you scoff.

Yes, you had telepathy and telekinesis and yes, this made you become close with Jean Grey. However, despite being graced with what some would call “gifts”, you rarely used them in attempts to me as normal as possible.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks you softly, trying not to startle you again.

You sigh again, rubbing the sleep deprivation from your eyes.

“I, uh, well” You find yourself at a loss for words. The situation itself, although it’s happened before, was quite an amusing one.

“Let’s just say, if I find Scott asleep in my bed, I’m not gonna be happy” you grumble, causing you both to laugh. “I was gonna bunk with Jubilee but she’s hanging out with Kurt and it’s this whole big mess so,” You trail off at the realization of your rambling. “Here I am I guess” you whisper.

A loud clap of thunder tore the both of you from your thoughts as well as a flash of lightning, causing both of you to wince due to the sudden brightness. You gasp and look out the window above the couch, seeing constant flashes of lightning happening just barely a mile away from the school.

“Sorry I just- wow” You marvel at the world around you, causing Warren to chuckle.

“Wow is right” He says, getting up from the couch.

As you lean up against the cushion, angled towards the window, Warren sits behind you, cheek millimeters away from yours. Your eyes were out the window and his were as well, until his hand slipped around your waist. You can’t help but tiredly smile as you feel his eyes on you. After a few minutes of basking in the ambiance, Warren leans closer to you. “I know somewhere where the view could be better” He whispers in your ear.

You whip your head around to meet his gaze.

“Show me?” You ask, full of hope.

After a bit of you sneaking around and grabbing what Warren called “supplies”, the two of you found yourself on the roof of the school.

“Warren!” You gasp as the cold air hits you.

You wrap yourself tightly in a blanket and sit down with him.

“Are we even allowed to be up here?” You ask him with wide eyes.

“Probably not,” Warren chuckles. “But I won’t tell if you don’t” He playfully winks at you, prompting you to nudge him in the shoulder.

You gasp at the sight in front of you. You found the scenery of lightning and thunder but no rain absolutely breathtaking. You gaze up at Warren, eyes trained at the same scenery in front of you and slowly rest your head on his shoulder. Warren subconsciously wraps a wing around your shoulders followed by his arm around your midsection.

“So why can’t they fuck in Scott’s room instead?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

You laugh, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Warrens heart rate quickens at the sight of you. He had always had a bit of a crush on you. But all of that intensified when the two of you became closer and closer.

“Cause Peter caught them or something. Honestly, I have no idea” You giggle.

‘It’s not like you’re complaining right now’ You think to yourself.

“Well, if you want,” he starts. “Y-You can, I dunno, stay in my room tonight?” He trails off with the last part.

You look up at him and smile widely.

“Really?” You whisper excitedly.

A loud clap of thunder causes you to jump. Warren chuckles and holds you closer. You wrap your arm around his abdomen like it's the most natural thing in the world.

“I thought you weren’t scared of thunderstorms, (Y/L/N)” He says, smiling down at you.

“I’m not!” You defend. “I just don’t like unexpected noises” You chuckle to yourself, eventually yawning and nuzzling yourself back into his shoulder.

“I’m totally taking you up on your offer, if you don’t mind” You mumble, causing him to lightly squeeze you.

“Of course” He rubs your side.

You look up at him and suddenly a rush a confidence takes over inside of you. You lift your head from his shoulder and press a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes slightly widen at the unexpected move from you, the girl on his mind since day one. You place your head back down as if nothing happened and feel his plump lips on your forehead.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, signaling him to go on.

“I, uh, I was wondering if, um maybe, y-you would wanna hang out?” He asks, looking down at his hand.

“Hang out?” You ask him with a wide smile. “Warren Worthington are you asking me on a date?”

The winged boy feels heat creeping to his cheeks.

“Um, yeah?” He mutters, turning away.

“Hey, War,” You cup his cheek, turning his face back towards you and rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “I’d love to” You whisper, feeling the temperature of your face match his.

“If we’re being completely honest, here, I’ve kinda had a bit of a crush on you. Since, like, I dunno” You stutter, looking down and hesitantly pulling your hand away.

“Since you first showed up here, I guess” You scratch the back of your neck.

You shyly look up at him to see a shocked look wash over his face. “I know” you continue. “It’s pretty dumb but-” He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss only lasts a second, two at the most before the two of you pull away. “I like you too (Y/N)” He whispers.

You feel a drop of rain on your cheek and laugh hysterically. His wing flexes in an attempt to keep you dry as you clutch the blanket harder.

“Holy shit Warren! Your wings!” You realize.

“Can you even be out here? Like what if something happens like with birds or something where the can’t really fly in the rain because the water messes with the wings and the feathers and-”

Warren kisses you again, quicker this time and he pulls away, laughing. “Do I look like a bird to you?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

You smile at him. “I don’t think you want me to answer that” You quip, causing both of you to laugh.

“I’ll be fine” He mumbles. “I just can’t be out here for too long with them extended. But you can’t be out here either or you’re gonna catch a cold or something” He says, tracing random shapes on the skin of your arm.

“So,” You trail off. “Your room, then? So we can, I dunno, plan this date?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

Warren smiles back at you.

“I like the sound of that”

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kurt-nightcrawler · 3 years

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And I figured out we’re dating in this Chili’s tonight

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: Mother Nature and warren have my whole ass HEART!!!!! I loved flower so much. I know you’re gonna write lil dates one day I wonder if you’ll write something of how they officially got together?? Like who asked who to be each other’s girlf/boyf . Would be so cute I know you’re busy but either way all your fics are *chefs kiss* —(I think this was from an anon!)

Blurb: Mother Nature and Warren are officially dating! They figured it out!

Warnings: some language and mentions of sex

Word Count: 7.6k

A/N: the timeline is kind of all over. This is set before Decay but I posted it way after! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warren was on Instagram as Scott explained the plot of Fast and The Furious 7 to Jean.

“It’s not good— but my dad loves them— mostly for the cars— but it’s supposed to be the last movie in the franchise. I think…”

Warren rarely posted— on his story and his main page— but he looked at what his friends were up to.

He tapped on (Y/N)’s profile icon to view her story— the highlight of his lunch period. She wasn’t around for the time being— she had mentioned a test she was retaking, which made Warren sad. He wouldn’t get to sit next to her and share whatever fruit she grew for lunch, but he also wanted her to do well and get good grades.

(Y/N) had posted a photo of a movie poster with the caption, “OHMYGOD!! ” followed by a blue and yellow shocked face emoji and a heart-eyed emoji. The movie poster in question was for the animated Addams Family movie.

“Is there a new Addams family movie coming out?” Warren asked.

“Yeah, (Y/N) watched the latest trailer during class. She’s really excited about it,” Jean told him.

Warren felt himself get shaky with nerves and excitement. He could ask her to go see it with him. Just him. Not with the whole group, or Jubilee third-wheeling, or Jean and Scott with them, making out in the seat next to them.

Wait.

Am I going to ask her on a date? Is that what this is? A date?

“You good?” Scott asked.

“What?” Warren glanced at him. “Oh, yeah… Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay.”

Warren went back to his phone, pressing reply to (Y/N)’s story post about the Addams Family movie coming out.

He started to type out a message.

“Hey. Would you want to see this together when it comes out? We could also go out for dinner?” Warren then promptly deleted the entire message.

No, no. That makes me sound like a lonely middle-aged mom. He thought to himself.

“I think it was fine!”

“Ah!” Warren flinched. “Did you read my mind, Jean?”

“No…” Jean denied.

Warren frowned.

“I was curious as to what you were doing, and you were really nervous and your thoughts are loud anyway.”

“What?” Scott asked.

“Warren’s trying to ask (Y/N) out on a date to the movies,” Jean explained.

“It’s not a date!” Warren tried to defend.

“When is it ever going to be a date?” Scott asked. “It wasn’t a date when she slept over in your room and you watched Phineas and Ferb and ordered pizza. It wasn’t a date when you spent three hours at the library studying together. It wasn’t a date when you spent the afternoon together and she told you her secret brownie recipe! When is it ever going to be a date?”

“I… I don’t… Those were not dates...”

“They kind of were,” Jean admitted. “That’s what people do on dates. Scott and I do stuff like that all the time…”

Warren blinked.

“You’ve dated people before, right?” Scott asked him.

“I mean “date” is a loose term but, yeah…”

Scott decided he didn’t have time to unpack that sentence. “Okay. What did you do with them to like, spend time together, and stuff?”

“We mostly just got drunk and hooked up…”

Scott sighed, “You sound like my brother after he got out of jail.”

“Warren, have… you… never been on a real date before?” Jean asked.

“Well, um, I mean, my last “girlfriend” and I went to clubs and stuff in Germany, but we’d usually go with some friends…” He admitted.

“Oh my god…” Scott mumbled.

Warren panicked. “Wait, did— Did (Y/N) think we were dating this whole time?”

“I don’t know,” Jean shrugged.

“Everyone else thought you guys were,” Scott muttered.

“So we’ve been dating this whole time?”

“I mean, kind of…”

Warren paled. He had no idea what to do. Were they dating? Were they not dating? What was he supposed to do as a boyfriend? Or not a boyfriend?

“Just ask her, ‘what are we?’ That should clear things up.”

Warren gawked at Scott. “What are we? That’s the cliche that makes guys run for the hills! I can’t ask her that!”

“(Y/N)’s reasonable,” Jean reminded him. “If you ask her that, she won’t run away.”

Warren didn’t say anything back.

“Just ask her what you were originally going to say on Instagram.”

Warren whined.

“Do it now.” Jean advised. “Before Jubilee makes plans to see the movie with her.”

Warren paled at the possibility of (Y/N) not being available. He quickly typed out another message and sent it.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, I just did that! Hhhhh…” Warren quickly threw his phone on the table and refused to look at it.

Jean chuckled and rolled her eyes, taking his phone to see if (Y/N) replied.

—

(Y/N) finished her test early and decided to check up on some of the plants in the attic greenhouse before her next class.

She had been focusing on a baby caladium, making sure it had plenty of sun and water and was growing at a healthy pace.

(Y/N) named it, Warren Worthington IV, but she told no one and would take that piece of information to the grave.

As she was poking Warren the Fourth’s soil to see if it needed water for the day, she felt her phone vibrate against her thigh in her pocket.

She pulled it out to see that Warren— the Third— had replied to her Instagram story. Her eyes turned pink just by reading his name on her phone screen.

“Do you want to see this together Friday night? We could go to Chili’s before and get dinner?”

(Y/N) read the message over at least ten times. Dinner and a movie? Was Warren asking her on a date?

Her eyes were orange in confusion and purple due to nerves.

She took a few minutes but finally responded with, “Yeah! There’s a showing on Friday at 9 at the theatre by the mall. Does that work?”

Warren immediately hearted the message and said, “Yeah :)”

(Y/N) hearted his message. Excited and a bit nervous for Friday, she left the attic and headed to her next class.

—

(Y/N) ignored any work she had after class and immediately went through her closet, rummaging for clothes.

“Whatcha doing?” Ororo asked, setting her books on her bed.

“You’ve been on plenty of not date dates,” (Y/N) began. Ororo gave her a curious look. “What would you wear?”

“Are you going out on a date?” Ororo asked.

“Well, not exactly…” (Y/N) confessed.

Ororo smirked as she opened her notebook and started working on an assignment, “Is it with Warren?”

“Who else would it be?” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t know… Dylan from math class? Ruby from my yoga class? The handful of people from Bayville you’ve kissed at house parties before you even knew Warren? There are options.”

(Y/N) was not amused.

“Are you and Warren going out on a date? Or is this a ‘we’re just hanging out… alone together… but just as friends! Because we are friends! Who like each other very romantically! But we refuse to do anything about it!’”

(Y/N) sighed. “Okay, so he didn’t explicitly say it was a date, but we’re seeing the new Addams Family movie and going to Chili’s.”

Ororo blinked in shock, Warren asked (Y/N) to see a movie about one of her favorite franchises and go to one of her favorite go-to restaurants, and he didn’t clarify if it was a date or not?

What a dumbass, Ororo mused, tearing herself away from her work to go on her phone.

Ororo

Are you and (Y/N) going on a date?

No response.

Ororo went back to her homework, glancing at (Y/N) every so often to give feedback on the numerous items she pulled out of her closet.

“Is a dress too much?”

“Definitely,” Ororo stated without looking up. “I’ve only worn a dress twice since I came here and one I borrowed from Jubilee.”

(Y/N) sighed and kept looking for options. Ororo’s phone screen lit up, and she quickly grabbed it, checking to see if Warren responded.

Warren

I think so???

Ororo

What do you mean? “i tHiNk So”

Warren

*not amused emoji*

I’m not sure if we’re dating or not. We were gonna talk about it at dinner.

“Are you and Warren dating?” Ororo asked.

(Y/N) froze at the question, unsure what to say. “I mean… no… but like, we like each other— or I like him. I think he likes me. Sometimes I’m not really sure—”

“—(Y/N),” Ororo interrupted. “He likes you a lot. Assume this is a date.”

“Assume— What?” (Y/N) gaped.

Ororo looked at her phone again, seeing five text messages from Warren in panic, asking why she didn’t respond.

Ororo

Calm down!

You should thank me

Warren

Ro…

What did you do?...

Ororo

You have to trust me… ;)

Warren

*Not amused emoji*

Ororo left Warren on read and continued her assignment. Until someone barged into the room, unexpected.

Jubilee came in, bubbling with enthusiasm. “I heard from Jean! Oh my god, I have to help you pick out an outfit! This is huge!”

“It’s not a date…” (Y/N) awkwardly tried to explain.

“Oh, no— it definitely is!”

Ororo and (Y/N) were both confused.

“We all know Warren is a little… emotionally hesitant…” Juilee carefully stated. “But like, if it was anyone else they would have literally said, “Wanna go on a date with me and see The Addams Family?” Warren’s just scared you’d say no— which you’d never do.”

“Is he— I thought he knew I liked him?”

“He’s a guy,” Jubilee explained as she looked in (Y/N)’s closet for something she could wear. “They never know what they’re doing.”

(Y/N) sat on the floor, with more questions than answers from everything Jubilee had said.

“This would be perfect!” It was a black skater skirt. “Skirts are your best friend in times like these.”

“Huh?”

“Incase anything happens… Duh!” Jubilee stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/N) didn’t respond, causing Jubilee to groan.

“From That 70s Show? Skirts are your best friend for sex. Zip, zip, bim, bam! You’re done, you’re dressed, you’re back to whatever you were doing. Nobody suspects a thing!”

“Jubilee, they’re seeing a kids movie, not having sex,” Ororo told her.

“Hmm…” Jubilee crossed her arms. “You should still wear the skirt. You look really pretty in it anyway.”

(Y/N) sat there, eyes wide and purple, mind reeling, trying to process what Jubilee said.

“We’re… We’re not going to have sex, are we? I’m not— I don’t think— I don’t even know if we’re dating or not!”

“Hey, hey— Jubilee’s just messing around.” Ororo moved from her bed to sit next to (Y/N) and rub her back. “She’s just used to Scott and Jean’s shenanigans. Plus, Warren’s a good guy! He won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to and he’s too nervous to do anything like that anyway.”

“Warren’s like, obsessed with you, in a good way. And if he doesn’t respect your boundaries I can snap his neck for you.” Jubilee innocently smiled and batted her eyes.

“Thanks… Do you think my soft dark green sweater would look good with the skirt?”

“Oh my god yes!” Jubilee grabbed it out of the closet and set it on (Y/N)’s bed. “And with your Doc Martens? Goth little plant goddess vibes. I love it.”

“You think I’ll be warm enough? Should I bring a jacket?” (Y/N) checked the weather on her phone.

“You should be fine! Besides, if you’re cold…” Jubilee smirked. “You can always cuddle with Warren in the movie theatre.”

Ororo smiled and rolled her eyes, while (Y/N) decided to humor her, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

—

Friday couldn’t come soon enough— Warren kept thinking about how (Y/N) said, “Yes.” And about what might happen, how he would bring up the question that would change everything. He was distracted during training, nervous, and lost in thought. He constantly talked about his weekend plans with some of their friends.

Some found it annoying at first, but most had never seen Warren so passionate about something before. It was sweet.

“I dunno, I just want things to go well. But what if I make things awkward? I say or do something really stupid? What if I spill my drink all over my crotch and then it looks like I peed myself?”

“That’s not going to happen,” Ororo reassured him.

“What if our server flirts with her?”

“Just glare at them. You’re scary enough.”

Warren sighed, wishing time moved as fast for him as it did for Peter.

“Just be yourself and have a good time. Open doors for her, tell her she’s beautiful, if she’s cold give her your jacket, walk her back to her dorm room— things like that.” Ororo told him. “Those will make it obvious that it’s a date. Because you guys do date activities all the time, and you refuse to admit it’s a date.”

Warren huffed at her. Ororo stuck out her tongue.

—

It was Friday.

(Y/N) had been antsy in all of her classes, just wanting them to end so she could get ready for the night.

She had her outfit picked out and ready. (Y/N) planned on light makeup— a little eyeshadow and lipgloss— and she had a small little purse packed with a few things.

(Y/N) started to doubt herself. “Maybe a skirt is too much… It’s dinner and a movie… Maybe I should just wear jeans…”

She huffed as she held the skirt up to her waist. “But I wanna look cute… Screw it!”

(Y/N) slipped the skirt and sweater on, doing a french tuck, and then started to apply makeup. She was done in under thirty minutes, and then looked over her hair in the mirror, trying to hastily pluck out leaves and shove flowers into different areas of her head and strategically place them under specific sections.

Once (Y/N) was satisfied with how she looked, she checked the time. It was 5:30, and (Y/N) and Warren weren’t leaving until six. So she had time to just sit around and wait.

(Y/N) pulled her phone out and opened Snapchat, choosing to take at least a hundred selfies with different filters.

Holding her phone from different angles, making different faces, posing in slightly different positions, and choosing a new filter every five photos, almost like a mini-photoshoot in the palm of her hand. Some selfies got posted to her Snapchat story, others were sent to Jubilee and Ororo, and the remainder were saved but would probably never see the light of day. She huffed and tapped through people’s Snapchat stories to kill more time.

Warren asked Jubilee for help.

Well, he didn’t exactly ask, she just texted him, “I’m helping you get ready.” And he thanked her.

“One of the hottest things a guy can do is have good hygiene. You, surprisingly, already have accomplished that—”

“Hey!” Warren frowned as he pulled his leather jacket out from his closet. “Did you, like, think I didn’t?”

“No! I’m just surprised you know what exfoliate means… Do you have a different jacket? That one is cute and everything, but it’s a bit much.”

“It’s the easiest one I can get my wings out of,” Warren explained while slipping on a black shirt.

“Why? Also, do you only wear black?” Jubilee complained.

“In case (Y/N) gets cold…? Also, no, I have that one yellow sweater you made me get and some white shirts.” Warren defended.

Jubilee almost scoffed, “(Y/N)’s not going to get cold. You’re going out to eat and the movies.”

“Well, Ororo said I should give her my jacket in case she is cold.”

“Fair enough,” Jubilee mumbled. “I was supposed to hang out with Ororo tonight… We were going to make Tiktoks and watch Wonder Woman.”

“I thought she went stargazing with Kurt?” Warren asked as he laced up his boots.

“Yeah! And they didn’t invite me!” Jubilee flopped onto Kurt’s empty bed and huffed.

“Jubilee— I don’t think—”

“I’m a fucking delight to be around!”

Warren’s eyes widened, “I didn’t say you weren’t.”

“It sucks because Kurt’s got the accent, he can sword fight, he likes movies but hates Tarantino, he’s respectful, god and he’s just as hot as Ororo.”

“Um…” Warren furrowed his brows. “Do you think, maybe— maybe uh, Ororo thinks you like Kurt?”

Jubilee looked at him with a deadpan expression. Warren panicked, thinking he said the wrong thing.

“I like both of them, Bird brain! It’s the fact they haven’t expressed liking me at all and probably don’t want that. Also like half of the girls at Bayville think Kurt’s hot and try to kiss him at house parties.”

“Oh…” Warren hadn’t considered that. “Um… I uh, I had a threesome once—”

“Oh my god! Stop!” Jubilee cringed. “I don’t wanna hear about that right now! Go get your girlfriend, and like, yawn, and stretch your arm out over her while Gomez confesses his undying love for Morticia for the millionth time.”

“Okay, okay.” Warren grabbed his phone and wallet. “Don’t spend all night in here,” He advised, leaving Jubilee alone in his room.

—

Warren sent (Y/N) a text, asking if she was ready. She said yes, and asked him to meet her in the common room area.

Warren found her sitting in a lounge chair, talking to a student. (Y/N) turned her head and saw Warren. She got up and smiled, bid the other person goodbye, and then walked over to Warren.

“Hey!” She greeted him.

“Uh, hey.” Warren tried to discreetly check her out. She looked nice. “You look really nice.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” (Y/N)’s pink eyes shifted to a slightly purple hue. “You do too.”

“Thanks… Are you ready to go?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah. What car are we taking?”

“Um…” Warren realized he didn’t decide on which one of Xavier’s numerous cars he was taking out for the night. Not that it mattered, but he was a bit frustrated with himself on that one.

“I don’t know…”

(Y/N) snickered to herself. “That’s fine. It doesn’t matter. Jubilee and I do have a rule though.”

“What is it?”

“Whatever car Scott and Jean took last, don’t even touch it.”

Warren blinked, “I don’t get it.”

(Y/N)’s eyes turned purple completely.

“Um, uh, it’s cause um— it’s not... clean...”

“Oh…” Suddenly, everything connected in Warren’s mind.

“Oh!”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah...”

“Scott likes the Oldsmobile rocket. Maybe we should avoid that one…”

“Yeah. Yeah…”

They picked a different car. Warren didn’t get a chance to open the door for (Y/N), but he told himself the night had only just begun, and he’d get another chance.

“Want me to play some music?” (Y/N) asked.

“Sure! Play whatever you want.”

“You don’t have a preference or anything…?” She questioned, while her thumb hovered over the play button of a playlist.

“Not really… Besides, I can pick next time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple and she mumbled in agreement and started a playlist.

Warren cursed internally to himself. Why would I say that? Why did I say that!? As if I’d have the privilege of going out with her again after that dumbass sentence.

Warren made a lame attempt to change the subject. “Are you excited about the movie?”

“Yeah! They announced the cast like a year ago, and I thought it was going to be live-action, but animation is probably better for The Addams Family. It’s supposed to be really good! Oscar Isaac is voicing Gomez—”

“—Who?”

“Poe from Star Wars…”

“Finn’s boyfriend?” Warren asked.

(Y/N) smiled, “Yeah, yeah. Him.”

“I haven’t seen anything else he’s been in, but Kurt and Scott say he’s a really good actor.”

“Hmm…” I wonder if she thinks he’s hot… I mean Oscar is, but I doubt I can compete with that.

No, no, Worthington. Remember what Jean said, “No self-deprecating thoughts.”

“Pugsley’s voiced by Finn Wolfhard. He was in Stranger Things…”

Warren nodded, he knew what Stranger Things was. He watched it with Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo over Labor Day weekend.

“He plays Will, right?”

“No. Finn has curly hair…” “Dustin?...” Warren was unsure about his answer, but he knew Dustin had curly hair.

“Mike. Eleven’s boyfriend? Black hair?”

“Oh… Okay… I feel really stupid. I should have known that.”

(Y/N) scoffed, “You’re fine. There’s like seven of them, and that’s not even including the adults and the characters our age.”

“Yeah, that’s true, I guess. I might rewatch it…”

An idea came to (Y/N), “We should have like, a marathon with our friends! We could also play D&D.”

“I never played before,” Warren admitted.

“I haven’t either really… but I kind of know how to play… Scott’s played before! He was really into D&D before he came to Xavier’s.”

Warren chuckled quietly, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Yeah, he’s kind of a dork, but just because you play a board game doesn’t mean you’re lame.”

“Yeah— Do you see any parking spots?” Warren asked.

(Y/N) shifted in her seat, looking for an empty spot, “Yeah, right there.”

Warren slowed down and started to pull in. “God, I’m so bad at parking. Please don’t judge me.”

(Y/N) laughed, “You can’t be bad as Jubilee. She tried to park at the mall and ran over a curb. We thought the tired popped off!”

“No!” Warren gasped.

(Y/N) nodded, “The car was fine, but Jubilee had Jean drive home.”

Warren snickered as he put the car in park and then turned it off.

(Y/N) got out before Warren could open the door for her. He bit his lip in frustration.

“Oh, the sun is so pretty!” (Y/N) cooed. “I love golden hour sometimes.”

“I don’t… What?” Warren wasn’t too sure what golden hour was. Jubilee had mentioned it before, but he never asked what it meant.

“Come here—” (Y/N) pulled out her phone and held it horizontally. “Get in the frame and smile!”

Warren obliged, smiling and doing an awkward peace sign. (Y/N) grinned, also doing a peace sign, with her eyes closed and tongue poking out slightly.

“Let me see how it turned out— Oh my god! We look amazing.” She was practically gleaming as she angled the phone towards Warren so he could see the photo.

Warren smiled.

“Want me to send this to you?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“There!” (Y/N) smiled. “I sent it.” Warren thanked her and they headed into Chili’s.

He managed to open the door in time for (Y/N).

“Oh…” Her eyes shifted to a slight violet hue, the nerves of is this a date or not? Coming back to her. “Thanks…”

“You’re welcome.”

The hostess greeted them and asked how many were in their party.

“Two,” Warren responded.

“Alright, follow me.” She grabbed two menus and had them follow her to a booth.

“Here you guys are. Your server will be with you soon.”

“Oh my god, I’m really hungry…” (Y/N) unfolded her menu and buried her nose in it.

“Uh, me too…” Warren browsed his menu.

“Hi, I’m Ariana, I’ll be your server tonight! What can I get you guys started with to drink?”

“I’ll have a Coke Zero,” Warren told her.

“I’ll have a strawberry lemonade,” (Y/N) answered.

“I’ll get those right out for you.”

“Thanks!”

She walked off, leaving Warren and (Y/N) alone.

“Do you know what you’re gonna get?” (Y/N) asked. She was eyeing the nachos and the chicken crispers.

“Uh… Not really…” Warren awkwardly admitted. “The fajitas look good, but that’s a lot of food.”

“Yeah, they’re good though.”

Their server came back with their drinks asking if they needed more time to look at the menu. She smiled and said she’d be back.

“You’ve been here before, right?” (Y/N) asked Warren. She swore he had, but perhaps she was wrong.

“Once, with the guys. We were comforting Peter after another failed Tinder date. I think I got... nachos? I don’t remember.”

(Y/N) chuckled to herself. “Peter needs to try another dating app.”

“He’s got like three.”

“Oh, jeez— Jubilee almost downloaded tinder but she doesn’t need it.”

Warren furrowed his brows, “Huh? Isn’t she into that one dude from Bayville? And Ororo?”

(Y/N) nodded and took a sip of her lemonade.

Warren jokingly rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand her.”

Ariana came back, asking if they were ready to order.

“Yeah, um, I’ll have the nachos with chicken,” (Y/N) told her.

“Nachos with chicken,” Ariana repeated. “And you?” She asked Warren.

“I’ll have the Santa Fe chicken salad.”

She wrote it down on a little notepad, “Santa Fe chicken salad. Alrighty! Those will be right out.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you.”

(Y/N) took another sip of her lemonade, letting it fill the silence.

Warren was suddenly very nervous. “Um…” “You okay?... Is there something on my face? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?” (Y/N) started to worry.

“You don’t have any lipstick on…” Warren stated a bit dumbfounded.

“Oh…”

“Um, anyway, I um— I like— I want, no. Um, is this— Is this a date?”

“Um…” (Y/N) froze up for a moment. “You asked me out.”

“Um, yeah, if you don’t want this to be a date, it like, isn’t then, you know? I mean, I didn’t really specify.”

“I kind of thought this was a date,” (Y/N) admitted.

Kind of… That’s good— Wait. Does she not want this to be a date?

“Do you want this to be a date?” Warren asked.

“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t mind if it was, but like, we’re just friends so if you didn’t mean for it to be a date then that’s cool. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

(Y/N) avoided eye contact as she drank more lemonade, her eyes fully purple.

“No, no! Um, I do want this to be a date. I um, I really, uh, I really like you.” Warren nervously confessed.

God, I hope I die here, right now, He silently pleaded.

“Uh, yeah… I like you too… That’s kind of why I’ve been like, hanging out with you, alone, um, a lot…”

“Me, um— me too.” Warren awkwardly took a sip of his soda.

“Great.”

“...”

“Are— are we... dating?” Warren asked.

“Uh… I guess so?” (Y/N) wasn’t too sure how to respond, but when she saw Warren’s face fall slightly she quickly changed her words.

“I mean, I think we are. I hope so. Um—”

“—We’re dating then?” Warren asked.

“We’re dating!”

“Great!”

Soon as they figured it out, Ariana came in with their food.

“Alright, I’ve got the Sante Fe chicken salad,” She set the plate in front of Warren. “And the nachos with chicken!” She set that plate in front of (Y/N).

“Do you guys need anything else?”

“I think we’re good for now,” Warren told her. “Thanks, though.”

“Let me know if you need anything!” Ariana left the couple to eat their food.

“Oh my gosh, yours looks really good,” (Y/N) commented.

“You can have some if you want,” Warren offered.

“Oh, thanks!”

“Yeah, of course.”

The conversation died down a bit as Warren and (Y/N) focused on their food, but Warren was internally stressing.

I have no idea what boyfriends do. Am I doing a good job right now? What if she tells Jubilee and then Jubilee murders me because so far I’m a shitty boyfriend?

Maybe I can hold her hand while we watch The Addams Family… How do I initiate that? What if she doesn’t want to hold my hand?

Why do I want to hold her hand?... Warren almost visibly shuddered at the feeling of love. Ew… feelings…

Warren snapped back into reality for a moment, watching (Y/N) spill a piece of chicken into her lap.

“Shoot!”

Warren didn’t need his eyes to turn pink to show he was awestruck by her. She’s adorable… I’m so lucky to be her boyfriend…

—

Once they had finished, their server Ariana came back asking if they needed to-go boxes and if they wanted the check.

“Do you want it separate or together?”

“Together,” Warren told her. (Y/N) furrowed her brows for a moment, eyes a bit orange, as Ariana left to go get the check.

“I’m paying,” Warren stated nonchalantly as he got his card out.

“Oh, okay.”

Ariana came back with two to-go boxes and the check.

Warren handed her his card and she walked away.

(Y/N) started to put her leftover nachos in her box. Warren scooped his leftover salad into his to-go box.

“Alright! Here’s your card and receipt,” Ariana handed those to Warren. “Do you guys need anything else?”

“I think we’re good.”

“Alright! Have a good night!”

“You too!”

Warren was figuring out how much to tip. “Is like, $10 good?”

“What?” (Y/N) asked.

“To tip…?” Warren awkwardly said.

“What’s the total?”

“Uh… $28.76.”

“Warren, that’s like a 35% tip, right?” (Y/N) asked.

Warren shrugged. “Look, servers don’t get paid enough.”

“You’re right.”

Warren finished filling out his receipt, then he looked at (Y/N). “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep! I’ll get the boxes.” (Y/N) picked hers up and reached over for Warren’s.

“No, I got it. I can carry them.”

“No, I can carry them,” (Y/N) insisted.

“I’m your boyfriend, let me carry them,” Warren insisted.

(Y/N)’s heart did a flip at the fact he said, boyfriend.

“... Fine…” She let Warren carry the to-go boxes.

He also managed to open the door for her when they left.

(Y/N) was still trying to process the fact they were dating.

What’s the date? I should write it down. So I can remember for our first anniversary!

Will we last that long?... I hope so… I really like Warren… Maybe I should tell him?

No… That’s kind of embarrassing…

“So…” (Y/N) trailed off.

“Yeah?” Warren asked, eyes on the road.

“I don’t know…” She admitted.

“Oh…” Things were starting to get awkward. Warren didn’t want things to be awkward. Awkwardness would ruin the relationship.

But Warren was bad at small talk. He was bad at socializing, period. And while he had improved, he still got nervous. He hated being nervous— scared. He didn’t want to come off as weak or vulnerable.

But he didn’t want to come off as scary or cold-hearted either.

It was a hard scale to balance.

“Okay, I don’t want to be rude, but who taught you how to drive?” (Y/N) asked.

“Sean…?” Warren stated.

(Y/N) face practically lit up in realization, “That explains a lot.”

”What do you mean?”

“You were taught how to drive by someone who originally learned how to drive on the other side of the road!”

“That— What does that have to do with my shitty parking?” Warren asked. “I drive on the “right side of the road”.

(Y/N) laughed.

“Look,” Warren explained. “If I’m bad at parking that’s on me. The lines caught me!”

“Haha! Yeah.” (Y/N) laughed. “At least you don’t hit curbs like Jubilee.”

Warren laughed, “Yeah!”

“Come on— I want to get good seats!” Warren put the car in park and turned it off. (Y/N) and he both got out and walked towards the theatre. Along the way she (not-so) discreetly slipped her hand into Warren’s. He blushed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. (Y/N) did her best to not grin her face off.

Warren had to let go of (Y/N)’s hand momentarily, so he could open the door, causing her to frown a bit and her eyes to go a bit grey.

This is a crime! I don’t want to let go of his hand!

Warren slipped his hand back into (Y/N)’s once they were inside, and her eyes went back to their “normal” pink shade.

Warren paid for their tickets and they picked out seats in the back row. They weren’t in the center, but sitting in the back row was best due to Warren’s wings.

“Auditorium three is on your left!” The ticket ripper told them as she ripped their tickets in half and handed them back.

“Thanks!... Do you want any snacks?” Warren asked (Y/N) as they passed the concession stand to auditorium three.

“Nah, I’m not hungry,” (Y/N) said. “You?”

“No, not really.”

They walked into auditorium three and looked around for their seats.

“Wow, it’s really crowded,” Warren observed. He was a bit nervous, folding his wings back tightly as he could.

“Yeah, it’s opening night,” (Y/N) reminded him. “Row G is up this way.”

He was used to the stares for the most part, but he hadn’t been exposed to many kids and soccer moms outside the mansion— not that there exactly were any soccer moms at Xavier’s.

Luckily, Warren didn’t see anyone glare at him or (Y/N). They both got into their seats without any problem. Their seats were recliners, where if you moved the arm up, you could almost be on top of each other.

Warren thought this would be perfect for him to maybe wrap his arm around (Y/N), but he was far too nervous. Their hands were still intertwined, which was good enough for him, but Warren was trying with all his might to not have his hand get sweaty.

That would be so embarrassing…

Once they got situated, and the movie trailers began, (Y/N)’s eyes were focused on the screen. Warren glanced at her for a moment, once the lights dimmed, but his gaze quickly flickered to the screen as to not get caught.

“That movie looks good!” (Y/N) whispered into Warren’s ear. He nodded, not exactly sure what he should respond with.

Halfway through the film, while Gomez was saying something stupidly romantic to Morticia, Warren did something risky.

Well, not necessarily risky, but if Jubilee or Scott caught him doing it, they’d tease him relentlessly.

Warren yawned, not very loudly, and then stretched his arm out and over (Y/N)’s shoulders. He fiddled with a leave that dangled from her head.

His heart was racing. Oh my god, she’s going to think I’m a weirdo. Why did I do that? Who even does the yawn and stretch move anymore? Literally no one!

(Y/N)’s heart started racing when she realized what he had done, Oh my god! Oh my god… This is happening! Oh my god! Just relax, (Y/N), just relax. Be cool. Warren’s cool… he’s being effortless at this “dating” thing…

They were both too nervous to initiate any further and decided to get reabsorbed in the plot of the movie.

—

As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, Warren and (Y/N) gained space between them awkwardly pretending like nothing happened.

(Y/N) filled the awkward silence by raving about the film.

“I loved it! I thought it was so cool, you could see all the family members in the background and like, the backstory they gave them was really creative, and just oh my god the animation style was super neat too! I liked what they did with Ophelia’s design, even though she wasn’t in it very long.”

“Who’s Ophelia?” Warren asked.

“So she’s Morticia’s sister— they look almost the same, except Morticia is goth and Ophelia is more like me. She has flowers growing on her head and stuff— she was in the background, you probably missed her.”

“That’s cool,” Warren mused.

“Yeah, she was more in the TV show… What did you think of the movie?”

“Oh! I thought it was really good! I liked it. The story really, like, reaches out to modern issues and stuff…”

“Like how everyone was rude to the Addams family because they were gothic and a little different?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed open the door.

“Yeah. I think if the Addams were real, they’d be mutants,” Warren said as they walked out on to the parking lot.

“Oh definitely!” (Y/N) agreed.

Warren smiled as he fished the car keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the car.

(Y/N) and Warren both got in the car and put on their seat belts. Warren then backed out of the parking lot and made his way onto the main road to drive back to Xavier’s.

“So uh… Are we gonna, like, tell our friends we’re dating?” (Y/N) asked.

Warren blinked.

“Yeah? Did you— do you not want to?” Warren felt like he had just seen someone kick a puppy.

“No!— No, I do!” (Y/N) clarified.

Whew!

“I just— I don’t know how I guess? Jubilee walked in on Jean and Scott making out in her room and then she told everyone and then Scott was all, like, super awkward about it, but then they admitted they were dating.”

“Sounds stressful,” Warren decided. “We could just like, text the group chat?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) shrugged. “That works.”

X-BABES

(Y/N)

So… Warren and I dating

Jubilee

Finally!

Scott

^^lol. Congrats.

Kurt

Weren’t you already dating?

(Y/N)

No?...

Kurt

…

……….

(Y/N) laughed quietly to herself.

“What’s up?” Warren asked.

“Kurt thought we were dating this whole time,” She explained.

“Oh… Oh?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah.”

“I didn’t— I didn’t tell him anything— that like, wasn’t true. I don’t know why he thought that—”

(Y/N) giggled. “Ren, it’s fine. We’ve shared a bed before— in your guys’ room no less— he’s gonna assume stuff.”

“Still…”

“Well, we’re dating now… So, it doesn’t really matter,” (Y/N) pointed out.

Warren couldn’t hide the blush on his face at the fact they were finally dating. He hoped it was too dark for (Y/N) to see it.

“Do I turn left here?” He asked.

“Yeah, then you turn into the gates.”

Warren did so and drove around the X-Mansion, into the garage.

“I’ll grab the food and put it in the fridge,” (Y/N) told Warren as he turned the car off.

“Okay.”

They both got out of the car— (Y/N) opening the back door to grab the white to-go boxes.

Warren followed her into the mansion.

They stopped in the kitchen and (Y/N) set the boxes on the counter. “Do you see a sticky note or a pen or something? I need to mark these as ours.”

“Uh…” Warren looked around the room before spotting a marker. “Here,” He handed it to (Y/N). She scribbled their names down and shoved the leftovers into the fridge.

“Now what do you wanna do?” (Y/N) asked Warren.

“Uh… we could um… like, go upstairs maybe?”

“Do you want to?” She asked.

“I mean if you want to, yeah.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Warren panicked a bit. “If you don’t we don’t have to. We can, like, just kind of chill and see what our friends are doing.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

“Oh, okay.” Warren avoided awkward eye contact as they headed upstairs.

“We could, um, go to my room…?” (Y/N) offered up.

“Uh, yeah, that sounds good,” Warren was nervous. He wasn’t sure why— He had no reason to be. He’d been in (Y/N)’s room before. Alone. They’d also spent loads of time together alone doing “couple things” as Scott put it.

So why was he nervous?

Warren didn’t have time to linger on the thought as he walked into (Y/N)’s room.

It was a bit cluttered, but he wouldn’t consider it messy. With plants strewn everywhere— floor, walls, ceiling— and some books, posters, and other things you’d expect in (Y/N) and Ororo’s room.

Ororo wasn’t there though.

“Um, I had a really fun time tonight,” (Y/N) said. Her back was facing Warren for a moment as she doted on a small potted plant.

“Me too… um… what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Uh, nothing? I mean Jubilee mentioned going to the skate park tomorrow to take pictures… but she didn’t really say when…” (Y/N) trailed off and turned around to face Warren.

Their eyes met. (Y/N) stepped forward, towards him.

She glanced at his lips for a moment too long.

Warren gulped.

“Can I kiss you…?” (Y/N) murmured.

Warren’s mouth gaped. “Uh, yeah.”

(Y/N) leaned in to kiss him, her hands cupping his face. Their lips met. (Y/N) shifted her head a bit as her lips pressed onto his and kissed him. She hooked his bottom lip with her teeth, lightly biting it for a moment. Her hands grabbed the hair near the nape of his neck.

Warren’s arms were wrapped around her waist, his hands resting on the small of her back.

(Y/N)’s tongue snuck into his mouth, their lips still pressing together. Warren could feel her smiling. Warren had to break away, for a moment, and regain compulsion.

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed grey for a split second. She didn’t want to stop. She had become ravenous for Warren’s lips, his tongue… for him in general. It wasn’t exactly a new feeling, but it was foreign, and she liked it.

She blinked. “Sorry, um, I didn’t mean— um, never mind.”

Warren’s jaw was practically slack. He was speechless. He was not expecting that. At all.

“Warren?” (Y/N) asked. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine!”Warren tried to seem chill. “I’m fine.”

“Oh… Well, um, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.” (Y/N) started to worry a bit, thinking maybe she went too far and he didn’t like it.

“I’m— I’m’ not uncomfortable— uh, far from it actually— um, it was, it was really nice, actually.” Warren hoped she wouldn’t look down.

“Oh, okay. Good.”

“Um, it’s kind of late—“

“—Yeah, definitely.” (Y/N) agreed.

“You said you were going to… Ulta?... With Jubilee tomorrow?” Warren awkwardly asked.

(Y/N) nodded.

“Um, I should probably go then… You don’t want to oversleep or anything…” Warren mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. He was usually better than that.

“Oh, yeah… I’ll see you tomorrow though…” (Y/N) reminded him. “We live here…”

“Right! Right…”

“...”

“I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight.” Warren quickly kissed (Y/N)’s cheek and headed out the door to his dorm.

(Y/N) stood there, still processing what just happened.

“Oh my god… Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” (Y/N) let out.

She buried her face in her hands. “HOLY SHIT! I like— Oh my god! I did that. I kissed Warren with force and passion and with tongue!” She exclaimed.

“I kissed my boyfriend with tongue. I cannot believe I did that! Oh my god!”

Unbeknownst to her, Warren had heard most of her excited screams as he left her room. He was ecstatic by her enthusiasm.

Warren went down the halls to the boys’ dormitory. Kurt wasn’t in their room, leaving Warren alone. He wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts for the first time in a long time. Warren wanted to lay in his bed and have the night’s events replay in his mind as he fell asleep.

Warren was officially dating (Y/N).

He didn’t have to assume things, dance on eggshells wondering if he was doing too much, he no longer had to wish he was her, and Warren didn’t have to admire her in secret.

Warren wanted to text her, but he wasn’t sure what to say. He sighed, and slipped into some pajamas, and brushed his teeth, leaving his phone open. Hoping by some miracle (Y/N) would text first and he could spend the whole night overthinking what to say back.

(Y/N) hadn’t texted him.

Warren got under his sheets and settled into bed, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.

He grabbed his phone and decided to text her.

Warren looked at the last thing (Y/N) had sent him. It was the golden hour selfie they took together in the Chili’s parking lot.

Warren thought he looked rather silly, but he liked the photo nonetheless. He saved it to his camera roll and turned it into his lock screen background.

Warren couldn’t take it any longer, despite it only being a few minutes, he decided to text (Y/N).

Warren

(Y/N)

heyyy I thought u were going to bed *side eye emoji*

Warren

Couldn’t sleep

(Y/N)

ohhh

whatcha doing right now?

Warren

Laying in bed. not much really

(Y/N)

lol, me too. I just finished spraying the ivy hanging above my bed and my air plant, Clark

Warren’s heart swelled and he smiled at (Y/N) being so passionate about her plants.

Warren

Is that the one in the llama pot?

(Y/N)

Yea! he’s grown a lot since I got him *bug-eye emoji*

Warren

That’s good! :)

(Y/N)

Yeah!!!

I hate to do this but I’m really tired, so I’m going to go to sleep

Warren

That’s okay!! I’m going to watch some YouTube or something to fall asleep.

(Y/N)

Okay

Goodnight! *kissy-face emoji with closed eyes and blush* *smiling and blushing face with closed eyes with three hearts around it*

Warren

*bug-eyed emoji* night, flower

Warren set his phone off to the side and shifted to a more comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.

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Love at First Sight (Warren Worthington III Imagine)

Hello! So thing is something that I wrote for my friend @septicsadie‘s book on Wattpad. She got a request and wanted me to write it so, here it is! Please let me know what you think and I’m going to try and do requests so let me know if you want something! ~Meg

Ophelia’s POV:

*Ophelia*

*Ophelia wake up*

*Ophelia, I need you and the team in the training area*

*Ophelia!*

I groan as begin to regain consciousness to the sound of both Jean and the professor in my head. I sit up and rub my face trying to wake up when there’s a knock at the door. “What?!” I snap at whoever was on the other side of the door. I hear a slow whistle as my door opens and I roll my eyes.

“Wow. Is that the kind of tone you give to someone who was so gracious as to bring you breakfast?” Peter says, while walking into my room with a plate. I roll my eyes and chuckle at him, taking the bagel off the plate.

“I assume you’re here to make sure I get up and ready?” I ask him while eating. He raises an eyebrow at me a little confused. “Jean and the professor woke me up” I told him.

He nods, “Well you know you women and your hair and whatnot” he says and I scoff at him. “You and I both know for a fact that if you didn’t have your speed you’d take just as long as Jean or I to fix your hair!” I tell him smirking.

“I would not!” he tries to defend himself but just give him a look that says ‘oh really’ and he shuts his mouth. “Tell the professor I’ll be down, just give me like ten minutes” I tell him.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll tell him 30 minutes” he says smirking. “Peter!” I grab a pillow to throw at him, but he was gone in seconds. I huff and throw the pillow back on my bed. Shaking my head, I finish my bagel and begin getting ready.

Once I’m dressed and ready I begin to make my way to the training area. It’s been a few months since any of us have been down here. After what happened with Apocalypse the professor gave us time off from everything; training, working out, even our school work. It was weird to see everyone so relaxed. After Jean and Magneto rebuilt the school we all had time to just hang out (and laugh at Peter’s struggle in a cast). It was like team bonding. I wonder why the professor would want the whole team to meet down here after all this time. I guess we do have to start training again at some point.

I get to the elevator that will take me down to the sub-level and just before the doors close I hear someone yelling.

“Hold the doors!” Someone yells and I stick my arm between the doors before they close and they open again and I see Ororo step in with me. “That was close” I laugh at her. “Oh shut up! I didn’t want to have to wait for it to come back up” she laughs “Plus I didn’t want to be late” she tells me. “Did Peter come to get you too?” I ask her, she laughs and nods. We sit in comfortable silence until the elevator dings and the doors open.

Warren’s POV:

I stand in the middle of a giant arena-looking room, a girl with red hair is on my right and a guy with red glasses on my left. I remember them from the battle, they both look around the same age as me. Professor Xavier is seated in front of me in his wheelchair getting ready to address the X-Men as to why I am here. I honestly didn’t know why I came here all I know is that I chose the wrong side and now I have to find a way to make it right.

The first person to show up is a woman with short red hair and blue skin and I recognize her immediately as Mystique. Then out of nowhere pops in someone who I wasn’t expecting. It was the teleporter I had to cage fight. The one who destroyed my wings. He looks around the room and makes eye contact with me and goes pale. I look down, not wanting to be reminded of what happened. He looks about ready to jump before the professor says “Please stay, I need you here for this Kurt” and they boy, Kurt looks between the professor and I and nods.

As minutes pass more people show up, but after a while I see the professor and the redheaded girl touch their temples before Mystique turns to a silver haired boy and he speeds away. After a few minutes he appears in the doorway “They’re coming” he says and join the group of teens.

We all wait in very awkward silence and I bounce my led to the tune of The Four Horsemen by Metallica until there is a ding coming from the elevator. I look up to see two girls walking in and my eyes widen. The first stops in her tracks as soon as she sees me but I can’t hold her gaze. It’s Ororo. I hear another voice ask “Ororo are you alright?” I look up to someone I didn’t recognize from the battle and we lock eyes.

Ophelia’s POV:

The elevator doors open and Ororo and I step out and walk towards the training area. Ororo is a bit ahead of me but as soon as she steps foot in the room she stops. I look at her confused and ask her if she’s all right. When she doesn’t respond I follow her gaze to a boy our age with silver wings on his back and our eyes meet and my heart skips a beat.

The professor clears his throat and we all turn towards him, “I’m glad you’re all here, as you may have noticed we have a visitor” He begins. “Everyone, this is Warren Worthington, he will be joining us here at the institute. Now I know you all recognise him from the battle with Apocalypse, but I assure you he is not here to harm anyone. He has decided that he wishes to turn his life around and to do that he should start somewhere that will accept him, no matter what his gift is” he tells us, but the look on Scott’s face told him everything we all were feeling; unease and unsure. “Now I know some of you may have a past with Mr. Worthington, but that does not mean we won’t try to make amends, isn’t that right Kurt?” he asks. The blue mutant looks up and give a curt nod but won’t meet Warren’s or the professor’s eyes.

For a minute everyone is quiet and awkward glances at the boy Warren are exchanged until we hear “Oh come on guys!” and we all turn toward Ororo in surprise. “You seriously being cautious around Warren when you all know that I worked with Apocalypse too!” she exclaims. We watch as she walks towards him, right pass the professor, Jean, and Scott who move out of her way. She holds out her hand, offering him a kind smile, “It’s good to see you again Warren” she tells him. He looks up at her a little confused at first and then smiles back at her, shaking her hand.

“Now, since everyone here wants to be awkward and rude, let me introduce you to everyone” she says leading him a bit closer to our group.”Warren, let me officially introduce you to the X-Men” she says. “You already know the professor, and I’m pretty sure you know who Mystique is” she says gesturing to the two of them. Raven cuts in, “Please call me Raven” she says holding out her hand which he takes. “The two that were in front of you earlier, that is Scott or Cyclops and Jean” she tells him, Scott nods in acknowledgement and Jean gives him a small smile. “This silver haired jerk is Peter or Quicksilver as he likes to be called” she says pointing at Peter, “Hey!” he gasps as if he’s offended, Ororo just rolls her eyes. “Hey man, sorry about the whole ‘fighting’ thing” Peter says, Warren is about to say something but Peter interjects “then again we were on two different sides and we kinda had to…..” he starts to ramble and I smack his arm “Ow! Ok sorry I’ll stop talking now” he says and I roll my eyes. “I think you know Kurt or, as you know, Nightcrawler” she says motioning at the mutant on my left. “And this is Ophelia” she says pointing at me. Warren meets my gaze and I feel my face start to heat up, “I-it’s nice to meet you” I say quietly, holding out my hand. He gives me a kind smile and nods “Yeah” he says. Out of the corner of my eye I see Ororo smirking at me.

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As months past it seemed that everyone started to accept Warren more and more. We have study sessions as a group and train together, in fact it seemed that training and school drove us all closer as a group even if there was still some tension between Kurt and Warren. That also means that Warren and I spend more time together, not that I’m complaining. Other than Ororo and Peter, I was the Only other one that Warren hung out with outside our group activities.I helped him get caught up in classes and Ororo, Peter, and I showed him around the institute.

Ororo and I are sitting on the floor in my room with a puzzle spread out in front of us. Everyone seemed to be so busy today so it was just the two of. “So…” I hear her begin. I already know what she’s going to say because we’ve had this conversation a million times. “When are you finally going to admit to yourself that you like him?!” she exclaims and I sigh. I didn’t need to admit it to myself, I knew. I had fallen for Warren Worthington. Now coming to terms with the fact that he’ll probably never like me, that was different. “Oh come on Ophelia! We all see how you look at him! Why can’t you just say it?” she asks sitting up. “Oh my god Ororo! I don’t like him!” I tell her but even I could tell that wasn’t convincing

“Hmm well what about Kurt?” She asks. I look at and raise an eyebrow. What the hell is she talking about? “Umm what?” I ask and she scoffs. “Oh come on” she says “you’re seriously telling me that there is nothing between you can Kurt?” she asks giving me a look. I shake my head, “what in the world would give you that idea?!” I ask her a little shocked. Sure Kurt and I have gotten closer over the past few months but not in a dating sort of way, he’s one of my closest friends. In fact other than Ororo and Jean, Kurt is the only one I’ve actually told about my feelings for Warren.

“You’re kidding right?” Ororo asks, “There’s nothing going on with you two?” and I shake my head. “He’s like a younger brother to me” I tell her. She sighs and gives me a look, “Whatever you say Ophelia because to people don’t know that it looks like you two like each other” she tells me.

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Warren’s POV:

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to walking into a library to study, it’s not like I did much of that in Germany. I walk in and I see some of the others but they all look preoccupied. Scott was following Jean around the library as she was shelving books. It looks like he’s trying to woo Jean even though he doesn’t need to, she clearly has feelings for him. Peter and Ororo were at a table in the far corner. From the looks of it, Ororo was not having a fun time trying to tutor Peter. I walk over to a table that was a few rows down from where Peter and Ororo were and got out my physics textbook, this is was going to take a while.

Around an hour later of sitting in silence and trying not to fall asleep I hear new voices enter the library. I look up when I hear the angelic laugh that only Ophelia was known to make and I smile. That is until I see who she’s with: Kurt. No matter where she is, she’s always with someone. Whether it’s Ororo and Jean, with Peter, or with Kurt, I never see her hanging out alone. It’s not that I care though, she can hang out with whoever she wants to.

They take a seat at a table a few rows away from me and I return to my homework. I turn the page of the book and try and focus but I can’t. It seems that every time I try to get some work done I here her laugh at something he says. I turn around and look at them and she’s laughing and smiling with him. And that’s when I snap. I slam my textbook closed and stand up. It’s clear my commotion caught the attention of some of the others because when I look up I see Ororo smirking and Peter giving me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes at them and make my way over to where Kurt and Ophelia are seated.

When I stand in front of their table they both look up at me. Kurt looks a little worries but Ophelia looks at me and give a kind smile. “Hey Warren, what’s up?” she asks. I huff, “Why him?” I ask her. Of all people she could have decided on it had to be him?! She looks at me confused and I roll my eyes at her. “Oh come on! You’re really going to try to deny what it clear to everyone? That you and him clearly have feelings for each other!” I say to her getting more upset as this continues. She looks really confused and both her and Kurt look at each other and then back to me. “Umm I think you have the wrong idea” Kurt pipes up and I glare at him. I turn back to Ophelia wanting an explanation. “Warren he’s right you have the wrong idea” she says, she sighs and grabs my hand, “Come on, let's go somewhere else to talk” she says and takes me out of the library and down an empty hall.

She lets go of my hand and leans against the wall. “I don’t like Kurt like that” she says crossing her arms, she won’t look at me. I take a deep breath, “You and him are always hanging out, even apart from the group, but it’s not like you and the girls” I tell her and she nods. “You’re right, we do hangout and it is different from Jean, ororo, and I hanging out” she says, “but it’s not what you think, Kurt… he didn’t have many friends when he first came here, to add to that he’s also not from America so that added another layer of separation he felt when he first got here” she starts to explain. “I started to help him with learning english and understanding our culture, he’s like a little brother to me” She says, “I don’t like him like that, I like someone else” she says and looks up at me. I take a few steps closer to her, “and who might that be?” I ask. I could see her take a breath in and smirk. “W-well I uhh” she stutters and looks down. I lift her chin so that she’s looking at me, “you’re really cute when you’re flustered” I tell her and she blushes. “I- I like you” she states and shuts her eyes as if she’s afraid of what I would say. I smile, “I like you too Ophelia” I say to her and she looks back up at me with wide eyes. I give her a smile and start to lean in, I look at her making sure this was okay. She nods and closes the gap between us.

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