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unfxrgetwble · 7 months
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i love reading fanfic bc they are all so different like one minute im reading an enemies to lovers and my fictional bf of the day is a jerk and the next one he is the sweetest man to walk the earth!! THE DIVERSITY
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supercap2319 · 4 months
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"Ow, Y/N! I can't believe you blasted me. My wings are going to be sore tomorrow." Warren complained.
A practice match in the danger room pitted the two mutants against each other. Warren commented that Y/N should stop holding back and really try to hit him. And he did. A flick of his wrist, and he blasted Warren out of the air and onto his wings. Needless to say, he wasn't happy about it.
"You told me to." Y/N protested. "It's not my fault for giving you what you asked for."
"I didn't think you'd actually do it."
"You know for a guy who used to do a lot of mutant cage fighting and worked for Apocalypse; you sure like to bitch a lot."
"Fuck you."
"You wish you could." Y/N smirks.
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swanimagines · 5 months
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X-MEN AO3 SERIESES
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EVERYTHING FOR X-MEN
Kurt Wagner
Scott Summers
Alex Summers
Erik Lehnsherr
Warren Worthington III
Jean Grey
Hank McCoy
(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)
For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.
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dem-obscure-imagines · 3 months
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Merry Christmas, Darling
Warren Worthington III x Reader
Fandom: X-Men
Summary: The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.
Note: Christmas wouldn’t be complete without my favorite tree topper <3 Enjoy, friends.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 1.3k
Reader Is: Gender Neutral!
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It was cookie season in the X Mansion. You and some of the other older students were in charge of overseeing what was always an absolute mess. It would be fun, you were sure, but a mess nonetheless. Already, the counters were covered in frosting, sprinkles, and flour.
“You’ve got something on your face, (Y/N).” Scott pointed out, motioning first to your cheek, but then realizing it was a broader problem.
“Yeah, and you’ve got frosting on your shirt. I’m gonna take care of it later.” You chuckled, rolling out another slab of sugar cookie dough so three of the younger girls could stamp shapes into it before you expertly transferred them to a pan to be baked.
Charles was really big on the Cookie Project, as he so called it. The students always baked hundreds of cookies for the holiday season. Some would be sent home with those returning to their families for the holidays, some would be kept at the mansion and enjoyed by the remaining students and staff, and the rest he delivered to children’s hospitals in the area.
You noticed Jean and Warren standing at the edge of the room. She offered him some quiet encouragement before sending him into the room, her eyes landing right on you. Ah yes, Warren Worthington. Most called him Angel. Some called him the Angel of Death, which never seemed to help his demeanor. He’d worked with Apocalypse earlier that year and had wound up in the care of the Professor after nearly dying in the fight at Cairo. His wings were back to normal, reverted to the feathers they had been originally, but he still frowned a lot. Him daring to come into the kitchen at all surprised you.
“Hey, um…Jean said I could help today?” He said, green eyes locked on the counter in front of you. The three little girls at your station stared at him. It came out of his mouth like it was a line he’d rehearsed. And he seemed nervous about it.
“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, offering a smile. You motioned him closer and handed him an extra rolling pin just as Ororo handed you another bowl of cookie dough, freshly mixed at her station. “So I’m helping with the sugar cookies if you want to join me. It’s really easy. Just roll out the dough and then these three little gremlins get to cut shapes into them.”
“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, following your lead, his hands hesitant, movements slow. You began to wonder if he’d ever made cookies before. The answer seemed to be no, as he clumsily rolled out the dough.
He looked up, meeting your eyes for a moment before his cheeks burned red and he set the roller down. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”
“No, you’re doing fine.” You encouraged. “You really can’t mess it up, I promise. Even if it’s rolled out too thin, you can just ball it up and try again.”
“Mmm.” Warren nodded, taking your advice and giving it another go.
You both got back to it, rolling out several trays worth of tree-shaped cookies before watching them go off to the oven. You wiped the sweat from your brow, leaning against the counter. He stood there, unsure of what to do and looked to you for the answer.
“We have to wait until they’re done baking and then you can either help out with frosting and sprinkles, or be done for the day. Up to you.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Is the frosting hard?”
“Nope. Doesn’t matter what they look like; they’ll all taste the same. The imperfections give them that…charm this place is so well-known for. Hand-made by some darling mutant children.”
“Well that’s one way to put it.” He chuckled, quiet for a long moment before smiling for what you were positive was the first time since he’d set foot on campus, and then said, “Thank you. For today. I’m glad I came down here.”
“Of course, Warren. It’s Christmas. And like it or not, you’re part of our messed up little family now.”
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A year had passed since that day, the first time Warren had begun to open up since he’d joined the rest of you at Xavier’s. It was once again the holiday season, but Cookie Day had already come and gone. Instead, you were helping Kurt with the decorations. You had powers over plants, which meant it was easy to grow your own. They were all sitting in several large baskets throughout the common room, filling the room with that fresh evergreen aroma.
You were up on a stepladder, using a stapler to attach your pine garland to the doorways.
“Coming through!” Peter shouted, jostling your ladder as he ran past and sending you tumbling…right into Warren’s arms.
“Hey, Angel.” You grinned as he straightened you up onto your feet. “Perfect timing as always.”
“Funny meeting you here.” He quipped. “I was told you needed help?”
Kurt appeared beside him in a puff of smoke, holding the tree topper, a glittering golden star and pointing up, up, up at the top of the twenty-foot tall tree. “Would you mind putting this up there?”
Warren laughed. “Of course.” He took the topper from Kurt and slipped off his trench coat, spreading his magnificent wings to their full wingspan. You couldn’t help but swoon a little bit. They were impressive, to say the very least. He was impressive.
With a few flaps of his wings, Warren rose to the top of the tree, gently nestling the topper among the branches.
“Are you the tree topper this year, Worthington?” Peter quipped, a cookie in his hand.
“Shut it, Maximoff.” Warren laughed, touching down in front of where you stood, starry-eyed and rosy-cheeked. He met your eyes and his smile softened, eyes sparkling in the flickering fire light. “I’ll go grab us some.”
“O-okay.” You nodded, breath shuddering as you reached for the next decoration.
“Careful there, (L/N), you’re gonna start sprouting mistletoe.” Peter sped over and whispered it right in your ear, zipping away before you could hit him.
Kurt laughed before teleporting away, leaving just you and Warren in the foyer, as he emerged with two cookies. He was already biting the tip of the first tree off, handing you the second.
“So they still haven’t figured it out?” Warren asked, arm cresting around your waist and tugging you closer.
“Not as far as I know. But, you know, our teammates have never been the most…observant.” You grinned, pressing the tip of your nose to his before kissing the frosting from the corner of his lips.
You set down your cookies on the side table, your free arm rising to rest on his shoulder until he took your hand and spun you around in time to the soft music playing from Charles’ record player. He pulled you back into his chest, wings wrapping around you out of what he could only describe as instinct.
He chuckled at it, those wings of his. They seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes.
“What?” You asked, voice no higher than a whisper.
“Nothing, I just…” He glanced up and more laughter bubbled from his perfect pink lips. “Mistletoe.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Look.” He urged, looking up at the perfect strand that was winding all the way from one of your pine garlands, up the ceiling, and hanging down from the chandelier. “You know, if you want to kiss me that bad, you can just ask.”
“Oh, hush.” You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, his lips pink and plush and soft. “Merry Christmas.” He raised a hand to your cheek, warm thumb stroking your cheekbone before he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, “Merry Christmas, darling.”
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the-ravenist · 11 months
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My Angel
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Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader
This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic
The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.
A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.
In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?
Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.
Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.
"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.
Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.
Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.
Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.
Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.
This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.
"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.
Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.
"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.
"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.
Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.
As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.
So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.
"...did you just coo?"
"..no."
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.
"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"
You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.
"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.
The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.
You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.
"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.
"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.
"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.
"I love you," top of your spine.
"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.
"I love you," your right shoulder.
"I love you," your left shoulder.
The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.
Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.
You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.
You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.
There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.
Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.
"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.
"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.
Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.
If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.
But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.
Just maybe...
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Translations:
εραστής - lover
Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love
Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry
Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks
Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower
Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel
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michelle-is-writing · 25 days
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Protector, Warren Worthington iii
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I had been best friends with Warren ever since I met him.
Throughout our years in school, Warren and I had always stuck by each other's side. We hung out together, ate lunch with each other, and nearly forgot about all those people around us who would point out his wings to hurt him. It was like we were in our own little world, and in a way, we were.
We met in the second grade while our class was in the library. While looking for a book, I found Warren, huddled up behind a bookshelf in the elementary school library. He was red in the face and crying as he held his knees close to him. Instantly, I noticed his wings, of course - how could I not?
However, this didn't stop me from going up and asking him what was wrong. I can still remember the way his curls bounced against his scalp as he turned his attention away from his lap and up to me, quickly wiping away his tears to cover up his emotions. Despite being so young, he knew how to expertly do this as he pretended that nothing was wrong and he wasn't crying merely thirty seconds ago.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him. I saw him tense up, his back straightening up as he laid his legs out in front of him instead of hugging them to his chest.
"Nothing," He instantly answered me, once again, pretending as if everything wasn't as it seemed.
Instead of saying anything more, I let the boldness I had as an eight-year-old takeover and pulled him into my arms, his figure becoming even tenser. Although, he didn't pull away, and instead, just stayed in that position until I spoke up.
"The kids are mean to me too," I told him, his breath catching in his throat. "And they shouldn't be because you seem pretty cool," I explained with a smile as he turned his eyes up to look at me again. "No one else here has wings, and they're really pretty."
From then on, we were practically inseparable. We weren't seen without each other, and despite bullies picking on us, we didn't let their words bother us. Even as we got older, nothing changed, and in spite of living in an expensive house with nearly triple the amount of space that my house was, Warren chose to stay at my place most nights. His parents didn't care about what he did, and my parents were more than happy to have him over.
When we reached high school, our friendship turned into an actual relationship between two lovebirds (no pun intended). Now we really were inseparable.
However, this changed one night when he went out to grab something from the store. I was sick, and needed medicine; so, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, he decided he would go out and get some. I guess we underestimated how much mutants were hated in the area as Warren never came back.
Now it's been three months since he disappeared.
Every night since, I went searching for him, only to return to some hotel or hostel without him. I don't know what came over me tonight though. For all my life, I've always been told to avoid putting myself in dangerous settings, and yet, all of those lessons were cast away as I heard people screaming and hollering down an empty and dark alleyway while in Munich. My searching had taken me far away from home, but I wasn't going to stop until I found Warren.
Following the sounds of excitement and fury, I found a hidden door that led to what seemed to be a fighting ring. People surround the caged area, but I push through them, ignoring their waving arms with money held high. I stop at the metal fence separating the people from the ring, only to gasp in horror as my eyes fall over the white, fluffy wings I've loved for many years.
"Warren..." I hear his name being whispered through my lips, tears forming in my eyes as I look at his hurt and pained figure. Fighting for his life against another mutant, he spits blood from his mouth as he wipes away the blood forming on the cut across his cheek. The tattered t-shirt he wears, the same thing he wore the night he disappeared, barely hangs onto his shoulders by a few strips of fabric, the band emblem on the front no longer being recognizable. His arms have fresh bruises forming all along the skin while fading bruises covers the visible parts of torso. How the hell did he get here?
Too shocked to move, I watch as Warren throws a punch at the other mutant, only to hit the fence in front of him, the silver eliciting sparks as soon as Warren touches it. "Shit!" He yells while the blue mutant seemingly teleports to different parts of the cage, only to receive the same treatment as Warren did. Hearing his voice after so long makes me nearly choke on the air in my throat, the tears now falling freely. Seeing Warren makes me want to rip through the fence and save him, but seeing that the metal fence is electric, I can't simply do that.
Blinking the oncoming tears away, I glance in every corner of the underground hideaway and try to find something that might resemble a control panel. It isn't until I see a switch box on what seems to be a surveying floor that I begin running to it, successfully climbing up the steps to the higher level and stopping in front of it. Gazing back to the fighting ring, I see Warren shouting at the dodging mutant while people standing around the cage yell out vile words of hate and absolute greed.
"Warren!" I shout his name as loud as I can, placing my hand on the handle to the electrical switch. Instantly, his head darts toward the voice calling his name, every inch of his being relaxing once he sees me. I smile at him before nodding, his eyes following my hand as it begins pushing the handle downward. Just before the electricity goes out, I see Warren's dirty wings perk up just as the entire underground arena goes pitch black.
In the darkness, the people's screams die down while the clinging sound of the fence being ripped apart follows it. Mere seconds pass before I familiar arms wrap around me and tug me close to their body, Warren's wings flapping rapidly as he lifts us into the air and to the hidden door I entered through. Once we're outside, we quickly run as far as we can before stopping in another alley, far away from the other one.
As soon as we stop, Warren wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately attaching to mine in a fervent and much-needed kiss. His hand on my waist never falters in its hold on me, and instead, it squeezes the flesh there as if he were testing if I was real or not.
"I'm here," I tell him, sliding my hands down his face as endless tears fall from his cheeks and onto my hands. Staring into his tear-filled eyes, I can't help but cry tears of happiness as well. "I'm right here."
Nodding, Warren folds his wings behind him, slightly wincing at the pain of them conforming against his back. "Fucking hell," He mutters, placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. A few seconds pass of him just holding me before he kisses me once more. "I've missed you so fucking much."
Our sweet reunion is cut short by a black vehicle slamming on their brakes at the end of the alleyway. "Warren," I say his name, concerned at the sight in front of us. Warren turns around, only for his wings to burst out again, shielding me from seeing anything. Peeking under one of the long feathers, I see two men leave the vehicle before one of them points at Warren.
"That's him!" The man yells, "Get him!"
In an instant, Warren swings around and wraps his arms and wings around me, protecting me from the flurry of oncoming bullets. What appears to be eight shots sounds throughout the alley before the same car speeds off again as Warren begins to topple over. Was he shot?
Trying to catch him before he falls on his face, I wrap my arms around Warren and hold him up for a few seconds, only for his size to take over mine and fall to the side. Landing on his back with me on top of him, Warren waves his hand at me while shaking his head, his eyes shut. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice now suddenly tired and drained.
Eyes wide and concerned, I turn him onto his side and look over him to see blood pouring from his wings. Between the layers of feathers, I find what seems to be four bullet wounds, causing me to practically lose it as the crimson liquid touches my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I mutter uncontrollably as I place him onto his back. "Warren, Warren," I repeat his name, running my hand against the side of his face, his own blood smearing across his flawless cheek. "Warren, don't go to sleep!"
At my heartbroken plea, Warren opens his eyes, frowning at the sight of tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't cry, my love," He begs, his voice even weaker than before. He lifts a hand to my face, doing the same to me just as I had done to him. I quickly place my hand over his, holding it there as I feel the warmth in his skin begin slowly leaving it. "I... I love you..." He whispers, his eyes closing once again.
Just like a few seconds ago, I feel every ounce of sanity leave me as I watch the love of life wither away in front of me. "Warren, don't do this to me!" I shout, the tears now falling like a waterfall. I could barely manage not seeing him for the three hellish months when he was missing - I can't live the rest of my life without him.
"Warren!" I scream his name again, utter desperation being the only recognizable thing in my voice. Releasing a sob, I push my head against his chest and hear his still-beating heart. However, I know that if I don't get him to a hospital within the next few seconds, his heart won't continue beating like that. But what hospital will even help us?
"Ma'am?" I hear a woman's soft voice coming from the end of the alley, causing me to jerk my head up and see a blonde woman standing twenty feet away. Concerned, she walks closer to me before kneeling beside Warren and me, the knees of her pants becoming stained with his spilled blood on the alley ground. His wings are the first things that catch her focus, making me want to hold him closer.
"Please, don't hurt him," I beg her, my hand holding his hand a bit tighter. "He-he's a-" The woman cuts me off.
"He's a mutant," She points out, looking over at me. Still crying, I nod once, watching as a small smile appears on her face. Within a short second, the fair skin she once had transforms into blue flesh with darker blue scales, her eyes turning yellow and green while her hair changes into a much brighter orange/red.
"It's okay," She assures me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am too, and I can help."
Her words, not to mention her sudden change of looks, shock me, but I nod at her, ready to do anything this woman says if it means saving Warren.
"Where's his family?" She asks me, her hand remaining on my shoulder as she kneels on the ground beside me.
"Me," I quickly answer her, tears still falling from my eyes. "I am his family."
"You're not a mutant," She points out, shaking her head with squinted eyes as she looks at me a bit confused. "And you care for him?"
"He's my best friend, the love of my life..." I answer her, my heart clenching as the words leave my lips. "Please, you have to help us!"
The woman nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Kurt!" She abruptly yells, a teenage boy with blue skin and carvings appearing behind her with a blue puff of smoke following. I instantly recognize him as the other mutant in the pin with Warren earlier, and in spite of this, he doesn't try to get back at Warren while he's down.
Pulling his hand to get closer, she makes him get on our level before wrapping his arm around her and me. The stranger, Kurt, then wraps his other arm around Warren's almost lifeless body and tugs him a bit closer as well. "Get us all to the mansion nurse's ward - now!"
With the woman's last words, Kurt somehow does so, causing us to suddenly be in a nurse's station only a second later. This all confuses the living hell out of me, but with Kurt having a tail and red eyes, and not to mention blue skin like the lady, I don't know if I should be questioning the normalcy of anything at the moment.
Immediately, three scrubbed nurses rush up to where we are and pick Warren up from the ground. "He was shot, multiple times," The blue woman quickly explains, standing up from the ground. "He'll need blood, and you need to act quick."
Listening to her, the three nurses nod before taking an unconscious Warren back to what I could guess is surgery. Numb, I sit on the cold tile floor as I reach my blood-covered hands up to cross my arms and hold myself, my eyes stuck on the swinging doors that Warren was just carried through. Beside me is Kurt as he places a consoling hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.
"He vill be alright," Kurt assures me, his words helping me out a little. Giving him a small nod of my head, I take his held-out hand and stand up with him. "That is Raven, by the way," He adds as the woman from before moves to stand in front of me, taking my hand in hers despite it stained crimson.
"This is the Xavier mansion," She explains to me, "You're safe; we won't hurt you."
At her words, I nod. "I know," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "I trust you."
Smiling back at me, Mystique's eyes flicker behind me before her mouth slightly parts, her hand holding mine slightly faltering. "Who is this, Raven?" I hear a soft British voice speak up, causing me to slowly turn around and see a man in a wheelchair now in front of me. His eyes quickly catch my blood-covered hands and arms, shock taking over him. "Dear heavens, what happened to you, dear?"
I go to answer him, but my voice defeats me in doing so. Instead, Mystique speaks for me. "Charles, her and a fellow mutant were shot at in an alleyway when Kurt and I were passing by. He has wings, that's where most of the bullets hit him," She explains to him, "She has no ill will toward any of us - she just wants her boyfriend to survive."
A few seconds pass before the man, Charles, nods, staring at me with a frown. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," He tells me, giving me a single nod. "Raven, help her get cleaned up and fetch some fresh clothes for her as well," With that, Charles wheels himself out of the room and into the hallway where he enters the room at the end.
In a puff of blue smoke, Kurt leaves Mystique and me, letting us head to what I presume is her room where she wets a washcloth and begins rubbing the drying blood from my arms. "He will be alright," She tells me, saying Kurt's exact words from moments ago. "Trust me."
I nod at her words, but I can't believe them myself. What if Warren isn't okay? What if one of the bullets when through his spine and he's now paralyzed? I couldn't see all of his wounds so I don't know where they all hit him, minus the few I could see in his wings. What if the nurses and doctors can't do anything and he dies on the table? I can't bear to lose him - not again.
With my arms their original (s/c) color, I change into a pair of pajama pants and matching top with a school emblem given to me by Raven before walking with her to Charles' office. Stopping in front of his desk, Mystique and I watch as the man from earlier sits at his desk with his attention stuck on the novel stuck in his hands. However, it doesn't take long for him to notice our presence and put the book down with his glasses following.
"(Y/n), is it?" Charles asks me, turning his attention up to me. Surprised, I hesitantly nod as he speaks up once more. "No need to worry, dear," He assures me with a smile despite my caution. "I'm able to read minds and communicate through them as well," Charles further explains. "Raven and I were talking while she helped you with your arms and hands,"
"I understand you've been through a lot in the past hour, so I won't force you to talk about it," Charles tells me, making me let out a small sigh of relief. "But I am a bit concerned over the fact that you were in such a predicament that your partner was shot," Holding his hand out, Charles waits for me to place my hand in his. "I won't scour through your brain and look at everything you've ever seen or done - I just want to see what all transpired tonight."
Hesitating, I bite my lip in thought before shakily putting my hand in Charles, his touch being warm and welcoming. I feel as Charles does what he told me he would do, the images of the past month flashing before my eyes. Warren's disappearance, me finding him, and helping him get out are all shown before me like a home movie shot from my perspective. Because of this, I gasp a little, shocked at Charles' ability to do such a thing.
Slowly slipping his hand from mine, Charles' eyebrows furrow in thought before flashing his eyes up to mine, confusion written all over them. "You're a human with no powers or anything," He points out, slightly pausing in his words. "And yet, you've always loved a mutant?"
His words come out as a question, but to me, they're a true statement. I love Warren - I always have - and nothing about him will ever change that. "He's human just as I am," I tell Charles, giving him a small smile. "but, with wings," I further add, my smile growing sad as I lightly shrug. "How could I not love my angel?"
My words washing over him, Charles smiles back. "I like you," He tells me, Raven putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Your friend, I think he'll pull through. After all, he has a great incentive."
Because of Charles' words, I smile and give him a nod of thanks just as a question rises to my mind. "What... what is this place?" I ask, gesturing to the overall building. I know it has to be an establishment of some sort going by the built-in medical wing and wide hallways.
"This," Charles states, pointing his finger to the ceiling while his eyes remain on mine. "Is Xavier's a school for gifted youngsters," He informs me before nodding his head once. "This is a school specialized for children with mutations such as Warren, or Kurt, whom you met earlier."
Furrowing my eyebrows together, another question comes to mind. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" I ask, receiving a small smile.
"We're a relatively small school," Charles simply explains, "Ultimately, if your boyfriend would want to join, he could - now, you're not a mutant, but the unique and understanding attitude you give off, I'm sure we could work something out for you too."
His words make my cheeks turn pink in response to the compliment as I thank him, turning my eyes toward the ground as I try to fight the ever-growing smile on my lips. Just as I do this, I see Charles put a hand to his forehead as his eyebrows furrow before looking over at Mystique with a smile. "Raven, take her back to the medical ward," he tells the fiery-haired woman. "It seems that her friend was easily operable and now they're just waiting for him to wake up."
Almost immediately, I turn and follow Mystique out of the room with my pace just a little faster than hers. Soon enough, we walk through the doors and directly to the beds where only one of them is occupied, and the sleeping body in it is Warren's. The window behind him shines down on him with the bright and early morning sun highlighting his now washed and pure white wings that lie behind him. The sight is a complete contrast to what I saw only an hour ago with the almost black sky darkening everything around us and only emphasizing the dirt and grime that covered Warren's perfect wings.
"We told you he'd be okay," I hear Mystique's gentle voice beside me say, causing me to nod with an onrush of tears rising in my eyes. They were right, and my Warren is okay.
Moving closer to him, I sit beside Warren on the bed and take his hand in mine, his unconscious body unresponsive toward my touch and his perfect face never changing. "I'll let you two be alone," Mystique speaks up before doing as she says and walking back toward the door. Once I hear the swinging door shut, the tears residing in my eyes quickly fall over the barrier and down my face as I try to hold in my sobs.
When you love someone, you never want to see them in pain or hurting, and when they're laid up in a hospital bed with consciousness being a waiting game, it hurts you. It physically hurts you to the point where your chest feels heavy with dread, and your stomach feels sick with worry. It's terrible, and I wish there was something I could've done to protect Warren from getting shot.
"I'm so sorry," I sob, turning my eyes away from him and toward the floor. Raising my free hand to cover my mouth as the sobs tumble out, I don't notice Warren's hand gently squeezing mine until I feel the bed beneath me slightly moves.
Immediately looking back over to him, I see his eyes flutter open and quickly dart to me, confusion taking over his tired face as soon as he sees my crying form. "Why..." Warren slowly starts speaking, his voice raspy and scratchy with sleep. "Why are you crying, love?" He finishes his question, now trying to sit up.
"No, no, baby," I usher him to continue lying flat, moving to stand on my knee on the side of his bed before pushing his shoulders back down onto the mattress. Despite this, he still doesn't listen and moves to wrap his arms around me before pulling me fully onto the bed and holding me to his chest. Finally, Warren does lie back down, but in a matter of seconds, his wings are fluttering around me like any other time I'd be on top of him. My eyes quickly catch sight of the now bandaged wounds, and now that I get a better look, I see that there was one more bullet-wound than I initially thought. "Warren, your stitches!"
"It's okay, love," He sleepily responds, leaning his head back to look up at me with a happy face. "I'm so damn happy to see you," Warren confesses, his eyes gazing over me as if I were a precious gem.
If it weren't for the nurses cleaning the dirt from his face and body, I wouldn't have been able to assess the full damage the fighting ring did to him. Above his left eye is a healing bruise that covers a majority of the side of his forehead, and his bottom lip is split, making it swollen. On top of all of that, his green eyes are sunken in and practically taken over by dark circles.
Still, he continues staring at me, acting as if nothing is bothering him until a look of confusion fall over his face. "Now, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Warren repeats his question from earlier, making me shake my head as more tears rise to my eyes.
"You almost died, Warren," I inform him, his face still unchanging. "I've been without you for three damn months, and the night I get you back, I almost lost you again - for good!" I add on, raising a hand to wipe away my fast-falling tears.
However, Warren beats me to it and places his hands against my cheeks where he gently holds me, his face now soft. I guess he hasn't assessed the severity of the situation. That, or he hasn't taken the time to fully realize that he has stitched-up bullet wounds adorning his wings.
"I'm sorry," Warren apologizes after a few seconds of silence. Despite expecting those two words, it still doesn't hit me any easier as I'm sobbing once again, this time, into Warren's chest.
Holding me close, Warren waits a few moments before moving his hands back to my face and turning me to look at him directly. As soon as he gets the chance, Warren places his rough lips on top of mine, the skin chapped from the harsh things he's been put through. Despite crying moments ago, my tears ultimately stop as I come to the realization of how much I've missed the feeling of Warren's lips on mine. Chapped or not, his lips are the pure definition of Heaven, and when they're on top of mine, it's like pure ecstasy.
Pulling away for air, I pant above Warren as he does the same, his hands now sliding down to grip my waist once again. "I love you," He tells me, "And I've missed you- God, how I've missed you," Warren adds, shaking his head as a small, almost unnoticeable tear falls down his cheek. "Each day was hell without you, and I can't be without you, not again."
Smiling at him, I lean down once more and peck his soft cheek before nuzzling my head next to his on the pillow, his hold on me never changing in the slightest. "You won't have to, Angel," I tell him, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at my nickname for him. Deciding on leaving the explanation of where we're at for later, I close my eyes alongside Warren and fall asleep, finally able to relax knowing he and I can be together with no one to stop or hurt us.
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reapers-lover · 8 months
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See You Again~
Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, yelling, mentions of death and murder but really fluffy at the end.
"What happens when Peter plays a horrible joke on y/n that leaves her sobbing for hours?"
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Today was the day Warren was coming back and you couldn't be happier. It had been about 2 weeks since he left to go on a mission with some of the others and you have been counting down the days till he came back.
After an hour or so of waiting the jet had just arrived so you went down to greet them. However when you got there you couldn't see Warren anywhere.
"Peter! Peter, wait!" You yelled. 
He stopped and turned around to look at you. You rarely talked to anyone but Warren, not many people liked you much and Peter was not one who I did either.
"What do you want?" He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Where is Warren? He came with you guys and I don't see him anywhere." You asked, ignoring his annoyed reactions.
"Oh yeah about that, I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this but Warren died."
Your heart sunk to the floor. Dead. Warren, your Warren died. This was his first mission with them and he died. He's gone.
"Sorry again y/n" Peter patted your back then left.
You ran back to your room holding back tears the whole way. As soon as you burst through the door you collapsed onto the ground crying.
He's gone. He's completely gone and he's never coming back. You felt like you couldn't breath like your own sorrow was suffocating you.
Somehow you made it to your bedroom to which you proceeded to sob into your pillow. Your cries were frequent and desperate to be held in his arms again. How could this be? Your Warren is gone.
You cried for what felt like hours but was truly only one when you heard the door outside of your room open. Which was followed by footsteps toward your room then the door opening to reveal a very confused Warren.
You looked up and saw him and nearly screamed. You ran and practically jumped into his arms. Sobbing even harder than before.
" Y/n, darling, what's wrong? What happened baby?" He asked clearly confused as to why you were so upset. He tried to pull away to look at you but you only buried your head deeper into his chest.
He realized he wasn't going to get an answer for a little while so he picked you up and walked over to the bed. He laid down and pulled you tighter into his chest. He sighed lightly and kissed the top of your head.
About 20 minutes later you had calmed down a lot more so he sprung up the question again.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He put his fingers under your chin and lifted it so he could look at you.
You sniffed. "When I went down to go find you after the plane arrived I couldn't see you anywhere. So I a-asked Peter where you were. And he s-said that you d-died." You sobbed into his chest.
Warren gritted his teeth as anger flooded through him. But he kept himself calm enough to comfort you.
"Darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there. They made me stay behind and clean up the jet because my feathers got all over the place. God you didn't deserve that. But I promise I'm right here and I promise not to leave you ok? He was just being an asshole." He said to which you nodded
He sighed again and rested his head on top of yours. "Soon enough we will leave here and go and live someplace better. Where it's just us and no one who would cause us pain. We will go live somewhere where it's more accepted to basically be a bird. He joked, to which you giggled. "Ahh that's what I like to hear darling, please don't cry I promise everything's ok." You nodded and mumbled a quick 'ok'. 
"How about we go pick up some food to eat and bring it back here so we can spend some time alone?" 
"Ok" you mumbled once again.
"You get to choose what we get darling." He said
"Fish and chips."
He laughed "could have guessed. Let me get my jacket and shoes on and then we will go alright?" He asked as he got up from the bed.
"Ok." You replied as you also left the bed. You grabbed your shoes and put them on and when Warren came back he had an extra jacket in his hands.
"Here use this one, I know you like it." He laughed, handing you one of his jackets. You smiled, it was your favorite of his. You put it on then you both walked out the door.
He held you close as you walked down the halls together but as you both got down the stairs and rounded the corner you stopped. Warren's crew were all sitting around a table laughing and joking loudly.
"Yeah dude her face when I told her was hilarious." Peter laughed
"Dammit I wish I could have seen it." Scott whined
Anger filled Warren. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and he stormed over to the table. He grabbed Peter by the color and pushed him back against his chair. 
"Don't you every fucking talk to Y/n again. Do you know how it fucking feels to be told that someone you care about is dead? How would you feel if I did that to you? Do you have any idea how much pain you fucking caused her?" Warren shouted
"Chill out man, it was just a joke nothing serious. " Peter said, rolling his eyes and chuckling. Warren slammed him against his chair again. Peter wheezed from the impact.
"Nothing serious? NOTHING SERIOUS?! That was not a fucking joke asshole! How fucking dare you hurt her! She has been nothing but nice to the lot of you. And yet you all treat her like shit and I'm not having it anymore! She deserves the fucking world and does no need anymore fucking pain in her life! If I found out one you play another joke like that on her I will kill you with my barefucking hands! Do you hear me?!" Warren shouted to which no one responded. "I SAID DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!" He yelled. They all nodded trying their hardest to avoid eye contact with him.
"Good." He said letting go of Peter's shirt. "I quit. We will both be leaving as soon as we find a new place but for now leave us the fuck alone. Come on y/n, let's go." He said. To which you followed. He once again draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you even tighter into his side as you walked away.
"Thank you Warren." You mumbled.
"Oh course darling. I love you." He planted a kiss on the side of your head.
"I love you too."
He smiled. "How about we go get our fish and chips now?"
Once you both got your food you walked back to your room and sat down to start eating. Dinner was quiet but not uncomfortable. You were so relieved that Warren was okay that it didn't matter if you were in conversation or not. You were just happy he was there. 
After you finished dinner and cleaned up Warren invited you to take a bath with him to help you both relax. You agreed and followed him into the bathroom.
While he fixed the bath you stripped yourself of your clothes then started lighting some candles so you didn't have to keep the fluorescent bathroom light on. Warren started taking his clothes off and by the time he was done the bath was full and all the candles were lit.
Warren slid into the bath and you quickly followed suit. Once you sat down you sighed and leaned your head back onto Warren's chest. You didn't take baths together often because of Warren wings. Which was also why the bathtub had been put basically in the middle of the bathroom. But when you did you both enjoyed them greatly. 
You helped wash each other. Then when you were done you both carefully got out, dried off and got ready for bed. Warren carefully scooped you up into his arms, carried you to the bedroom and lightly set you down on your shared bed. He quickly slid in next to you and pulled you into his chest.
"I love you y/n so much. I promise not to leave you." He brought your chin up and kissed your lips softly.
You smiled "I love you too Warren, more than anything in the world."
He hummed then brought you back to his chest as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Before you knew it you had quickly fallen asleep to the steady heartbeat of the man you loved most.
Wordcount: 1,480
A/n: thank you if you got this far. I hop yall like the slight bit of content lol. And sorry if you don't like fish and chips. I absolutely adore it. Definitely my favorite food ever so I just went with that lol. Have a lovely rest of your day!<3
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Could you please do Warren Worthington x fem!reader, were she is the daughter of Charls Xavier who is for some reasons against their relationship. I hope that's okay amd thank you 😊💖
A/N: I'm so sorry you had to wait so long. My emotanal state isn't the best right now and I cry over nothing. Even during the writing process here I shed some tears. Stupid period hormones. Anyway, enjoy!!!
Hold my Girl
Pairings: Warren Worthington ||| x fem!reader, Charles Xavier x daughter!reader
Warning: angst, the 'I don't like your boyfriend' talk, fluff
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Charles watched his daughter clutch her stomach as she laughed at a joke told by her boyfriend. He wanted the smile threatening to etch its way onto his lips but his joy over your happiness was dulled due to who your boyfriend was. Warren Worthington the third. In the beginning he wasn’t irritated by him. He was broody and had some emotional outburst but nothing what a little therapy couldn’t fix. He worked on his near-death experience and his childhood trauma for a long time. His lone wolf personality slowly turned and he found a friend group. His daughter’s friend group.
Charles wasn’t concerned first. You were hanging around each other with your friends not far behind. But bit by it the friendship turned to something more. One day his little girl came into his office with a big grin on her face and a spring in her step. He looked up from the papers he was grading, “How was your day?” His daughter smile became wider, “It was fantastic!”
Charles raised an eyebrow at her. “I had a study group meeting today. We studied for our next math test. After I stayed in the library because I remember you saying you bought new books and I wanted to check them out.” She took a deep breath and smiled even impossible brighter. “I hadn’t realised Warren stayed too till he asked me about the book I was holding.” Her eyes flittered down to the ground. He could feel the light embarrassment.
Charles eyes widened as his fear became reality. “NO!” His daughter jumped at his sudden outburst. She had seen him this angry only a handful of times. But never directed at her. “You will not date Warren. He is still new.” He wanted to add he doesn’t trust him. After all he worked for Apocalypse.
His daughter’s eyes filled with tears. Her lips trembled. She tried to control her emotional outburst better then him. Charles took a deep breath to calm his raising thoughts. He never wanted to raise his voice ever at his daughter. His mother did it too much and he knows all too well what it feels like to be on the receiving side.
“Darling, I didn’t want to raise my voice. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” His eyes shined with unshed tears. A small nod from his daughter signalled him he could go on, she was listening. “I don’t know him all too well. I feel his inner turmoil and his dark mind. But I trust you and your judgement.” Both cracked a teary smile. “I will not be okay for a long time during your courtship.” His daughter huffed and grimaced. “How old are you really? Dad you read too much 19th century poetry.” Charles chuckled at her stabbing. “As I was saying, I will not be on your boat at first. But over time I might warm up to you two dating.”
His daughter nodded slowly. “You don’t trust him yet, do you?” Charles nodded his head in guilt. “Yes, I don’t trust him yet. And I won’t hesitate to expel him from the school if he hurts you.” His daughter’s eyes widened. “But if he proves me wrong and I see his progress and change in demeanour, maybe I will grow to tolerate him.”
His daughter’s sad face turned joyful and she rushed over to him. She leaned down and hugged his shoulder. “Thank you, daddy.” She kissed his cheek before walking out of his office. Before the door closed she stuck her head in to wave him good by and send him a flying kiss. He stretched his arm over his head as if he would catch the imaginary kiss. She giggled as he pressed his hand over his heart.
A few hours later the telepath heard a hesitated knock on his door. “Enter!” for a few seconds the door didn’t open. Charles wanted to repeat his words louder but the door opened and the boy he had discussed with his daughter entered the room.
A short look into his mind was all it took for Charles to know why he was here. “Sit down Warren.” The boy in question nodded shyly. “My daughter told you about our little chat?” Warren nodded again. “And you understand my reasons?” Warren sat up straight before nodding again. “Yes, sir. I understand. I wanted to talk to you and tell you I will respect your daughter. I worship the ground she walks on. She is my saving grace. I won’t destroy her light. And if I do, please sir, let me go insane. I will rip my wings out with my bare hands if I ever hurt her.”
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “She was the first one I saw when I woke up after you rescued me. I wanted to be friends with her so bad. I was drawn to her like a moth to the flames. I think I love her. I never got the chance to feel like I felt like this before. I see the future when I’m around her. I don’t know what I would do without her.”
Charles nodded slowly. A small smile playing on his lips. “maybe I was incorrect. Maybe one day I would even trust you.” Warren’s eyes widened. “Now go, she is waiting for  you.” The boy sprung up. A string of fast thank you’s echoed after him as he left Charles office.
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Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington/Angel Request)
Pairing: Warren Worthington/Angel (X-Men) x Reader
Rating: Explicit, description of reader's first time having sex, unprotected sex (be sensible in real life), mention of scars.
Word Count: 2.5k
Request: "Can I have a warren worthington x reader where it's their first time and they kiss their scars/wings/mutant marks all over pls make it extra fluffy with caramel!"
Author's Note: Thank you for another sweet request my lovely! I did my best to make this extra fluffy with caramel so I hope you really enjoy it and I appreciate your patience!:)
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Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington)
Nights at Xavier's mansion were always quiet, the professors out travelling to mutants across the country, or on their way to deliver the latest in mutant diplomacy to the White House. But in the holidays when those with nearby families went back to their real homes, the house was near silent, like the snow falling across the ground absorbed any stray noise from the expansive home. In the past it'd felt too quiet for you, passing your time idly, waiting for your friends to return, but this year was very different; you had your own Christmas angel to keep you entertained.
It had only been a few months since Warren Worthington had moved into the school, converted to the mutant cause after his run in with the Apocalypse, and as the first person to welcome him to the school, ignoring the cautious looks of the other students as you gave him a friendly tour, he had taken an immediate shine to you. It had only taken only a month of him following alongside you to every class, meal and study session until he couldn't hold back his growing feelings anymore. Sat on a soft blanket by the lake, watching you effortlessly manipulate the edge of the water with the movement of your fingers. As your power flowed the curved lines etched into your skin from birth ebbed with waves of blue light, a sight you'd once wished you could hide until the Professor taught you it was just another part of who you are, and that was nothing to ever cover up.
"You're really pretty." Warren sighed out at the sight, before catching himself with a nervous laugh, "I mean the light on you, it's really pretty when you do that. Not that you aren't always pretty, I just.." he paused for a second, spurred on by the shy smile growing across your face, "I just really like it, and I really like you (y/n)."
He hadn't exactly been subtle with the way he felt, but that didn't stop the butterflies in your stomach at his confession, heart beating faster as you leaned forward until the gap between your lip disappeared into a gentle, longing kiss. You could feel the twitch of his lips against yours as he fought back a smile, hand finding yours across the blanket, threatening to never let go.
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"What are you thinking about (y/n)?" Warren called out from over your shoulder, breaking you out of your spell as you realised you'd been drawing swirling shapes in the lake from your bedroom window as you reminisced.
"I was just thinking about our first kiss actually." You flirted, scooting off the windowsill and onto your feet as the angel crossed the threshold of your room, shutting the door softly behind him.
"Oh yeah, about how sooth and charming I was, bravely making the first move," He smirked, strutting towards you until his arms found your waist, wrapping around them as you corrected him,
"I'm pretty sure I made the first move. You were busy stuttering about how pretty I am." He laughed at your brutal honesty, nodding in defeat as he conceded,
"You're right, sorry, I was thinking about our next kiss." His lips crashed to yours before you could reply, stifling a laugh as he pulled you against the soft wool of the jumper covering his chest. Your arms found his neck as you pulled him closer, letting your lips dance against his before nuzzling your noses together,
"Now that was smooth." You praised, watching his beaming expression as his hands trailed down the outside of your thighs.
"I have my moments." He rebuffed with a wink, bending down quickly and lifting you with ease, his hands guiding your thighs to wrap around his waist. His arms encompassed you as he gave you a twirl, the sound of your shared laughter quickly cancelling out the silence that filled the room before it. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your lips together as he gradually settled onto the edge of your bed, your weight covering his lap. Your chest leaned against his as the kiss grew hungry, need emanating from you both as you seemed to realise simultaneously that you all but had the house to yourselves for the first time. Usually the place was overrun with kids and teachers, time between training barely giving you time to squeeze in make out sessions before you had to return to your separate rooms. But with the time and space to spend all night together, you knew you wanted to finally feel all of Warren.
His hands seemed to tremble slightly as they shifted slowly up the outer edge your thighs, his thoughts matching yours as he hovered just shy of cupping your bum, waiting for your lead. In response you played softly with the edge of his shirt, lifting the corners slowly, waiting as he raised his arms, letting you remove it entirely. You quickly tossed it on the bed behind you, confident it would be your new favourite pyjama top after tonight. You let your eyes trail along his chest, definitely muscles marked by a constellation of scars, a permanent reminder of the difficult times that had lead him to you. Leather straps held firm around his broad shoulders, a design made just for him to allow his wings to fit comfortably under his clothes, framing his strong arms. He was beautiful, losing yourself in tracing your fingertips over his scars, barely noticing his eyes falling to his lap, his arms crossing over himself in defence.
"I know i'm not great to look at." He sighed out softly, eyes not daring to meet yours. If they had, he would have seen nothing but pure adoration as your fingertips moved to his chin, lightly tipping it upwards until your stares met, your lips finding his with a reassuringly gentle pressure.
"Warren Worthington, you are beautiful, every single part of you." You cooed, your kind words cutting through the insecurity until a smile he couldn't fight crept across his face.
"Yeah?" He beamed back, watching you intently as you lowered your head to his chest, lips mapping a path across his scars, "Every. Single. Part." You echoed, each word punctuated with a sweet kiss that had him sighing gently at the contact. You paused as your lips brushed the edge of his leather harness, glancing at his face once more to gauge his reaction. Warren's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly in his blissful trance, nodding gently for you to continue. Working slowly, allowing for a changing mind in an instance, your fingers loosened the symmetrical buckles, earning a palpable sigh of relief from the angelic man before you. The straps fell from his shoulders with a push, clattering along the ground with a clang that made you jolt against Warren's lap. He groaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest as his wings began to unfold behind him.
The way the light danced on the unfurling feathers had your breath catching in your throat, the radiant white backdrop flecked with iridescent silver, swirling like the reflection of the stars on a swaying ocean. You watched as they spanned almost the width of the room, seeming to go on forever until finally he flexed at their full length, the defined muscles of his chest tensing and relaxing at the unrestricted movement. Without a thought you reached for the feathered expanse around you, trailing your fingertips over his wings for the first time. It was like delving your hand into liquid silk, the satin feel of the blooms softer than anything you'd felt before. You followed the pattern of the feathers outwards, hand pressing into the heavenly extremity, earning a guttural groan from Warren as you combed your fingers through them.
"That feels, really nice, (y/n)." He moaned, his hips starting buck against yours of their own accord, the intimacy of the moment stirring a warmth deep in his core.
"Your wings are so beautiful, I'm sorry you ever felt you had to hide them away. They're incredible, you're incredible Warren." You spoke sincerely, the admiration for his form clear in your awestruck gaze. You watched the easy smile light up his face as his grip on you tightened, and then all at once you were in the air, hovering above your bed as his wings supported you both with ease. His lips moved to yours as you floated in space, like two snowflakes hanging indefinitely on a breeze, threatening never to land on the cold ground below.
"If i'm incredible, it's only because you make me feel that way." Before you could form a coherent thought, let alone a response, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, bodies slowly drifting back to the bed below, until he lay you down, his chest pressed to yours as his wings began to wrap around your body, their softness enveloping you on all sides. His hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, slowly drawing it up to reveal more of the etched lines that your mutation granted your skin. You sat up, allowing him to pull the fabric away, his loving gaze raking along your chest before his lips found their way there too, grazing each of the precious marks with a kiss as he lowered himself down your stomach.
"I love so many things about you (y/n)," He mused between soft love bites along your flesh, drinking in the content sighs you released with each one, "I love your kindness, and your brains, and your body, and every pretty mark on your skin." He paused at the waistband of your shorts, fingers hovering just along the edge, sending sparks through your core as they brushed lightly over your stomach. His big, blue eyes looked up hopefully, wanting to kiss every part of you, and make you feel as good, as special, as you make him feel everyday. You nodded, a deep sigh coursing through you as his fingers hooked inside the hem, ache building between your legs as any fabric covering them was slowly dragged away. Hunger burned in Warren's eyes as he looked down at you exposed, vulnerable, desperate for his touch and all his for the taking. He pushed your knees slightly apart, drinking in the sight of your centre, the edge of his wings brushing over the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with the delicate sensation. The white feathers settled there, drawing soft circles on the sensitive flesh, as Warren leaned down between them, planting a tentative kiss on your tingling clit. He smiled at the reaction the slight touch drew, your eyes falling shut as your hips bucked off the mattress.
"Do that again?" You breathed out, missing the delighted look in Warren's eyes as his tongue replaced his lips, licking along your sensitive bud and watching closely at the effect he had on you. He could taste your excitement growing, slick building between at your entrance with every suck and swirl of his tongue, the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He positioned one finger teasingly at your entrance, gathering your excitement on his digit before pushing inside you slowly, watching for your reaction. Every sensation was magnified by his touch, the dance of his tongue in time with the incredible feeling of his finger inside you, the growing wetness and steady rhythm making your core tense of its own accord. The feather-light tickle of his wings inside your thighs had them trembling as he moved, the satin perfection of each brush drawing noises out from you that you'd never made before. It felt incredible and overwhelming and sensitive all at once, as the pressure inside you built to a peak you'd never felt anything like, your whole body seeming to vibrate all at once.
"Warren!" You cried out happily as the pleasure washed over you, feeling yourself tighten and clench around him as he hummed greedily against you, licking up the rush of wetness that came with your release. You felt euphoric, reaching your hands to grasp Warren's face and pulling it flush with yours, unable to fight back the beaming smiles as your lips met again.
"That was amazing." You sighed out, hands all but shaking as you slowly undid the button on jeans, desperate to feel more of him inside you, to help him feel the same incredible release. As you freed him of the fabric straining against his hard desire, his lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, as he kicked off his pants to leave nothing between the two of you.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, as he looked down at you, needing to know you wanted this just as much as he did.
"I want you Warren, and i want my first time to be with you." You replied sweetly, trailing your fingers over his chest until you reached his manhood, wrapping your palm around him and pumping the length a few times as he nodded in agreement, lips returning to the sea of marks across your chest as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. "Let me know if it hurts and we can pause or stop." He said warmly, waiting for your agreement before he began to push himself into you. You felt warm and full as his hips bucked against yours, his wings encircling your bodies until you were in a perfect cocoon of soft, glistening feathers. You rolled your hips up against his, moaning as you felt the angle change inside of you, the vibrations of your first orgasm leaving you so sensitive that every movement felt like sparks flying inside of you. Warren's forehead pressed against yours as he thrust his hips, groaning deeply at the feeling of your warm, wet entrance clenching around him, a perfect fit like you were always meant to be this close. His steady thrusts grew faster, his volume increasing as he chased his high, the feeling of being deep inside you more than he could hold himself back from.
"(y/n), I.." He groaned out, his own ecstasy imminent as you nodded your head, anticipating his release as his hips started to twitch erratically,
"it's okay baby, let go, I want to feel you inside me." You moaned out, returning your hands to his wings, your fingers running over the feathers in a blissful sensation that had Warren crying out your name as he let himself spill inside of you. You kept the gentle stroke of your fingers on his wings until he rolled sideways, falling onto the bed beside you, his wing wrapping over you like the most protective blanket you could hope for.
"That was amazing (y/n)." He sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled in closer, his nose bumping into yours as your faces drew closer.
"It really was, I love you." You replied back, pulling your own blanket over the both of you as you settled into the cosy comfort of bed together.
"I love you too." He echoed softly, a weight lifted from his scarred shoulders as he allowed himself to relax into you, finally feeling like he's found his safe home; you.
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judgementdaysunshine · 10 months
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Could you do one where the reader is Sebastian shaw daughter( ber mutant abilties are to control water kimd of like katara from avatar including the blood bending ) anyway and she either in a relationship with warren or erik ( young version ) you can pick which one
Yes ofc
The shaw curse
Pairing: Warren Worthington x Fem reader
Description: After running away from your father you end up in the xmen's school leading to you finding the love of your life
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You ran as fast as you could not stopping until you found yourself in the middle of no where exhausted, hungry, and terrified of your father finding you and hurting you. You stop breathless crying until you passed out not knowing where you were or if your father was nearby and was going to take you back waking up hours later in an unfamiliar bed and room eyes wide and full of tears feeling a hand on your shoulder jumping turning to look seeing a man next to you who was covered in blue fur "You're safe don't be scared I'm Hank McCoy and you were found near the school". After recovering you end up moving in and going to the school becoming friends with a sweet boy named Kurt soon being in his small group of friends who all liked you and made you feel like you were a real human which your father never made you feel at all in your life even as a little kid which made you grow to hate him more for and you were willing to do anything to stop him from what he was doing. You soon met Warren after being in the friend group for awhile and soon the two of you were attached at the hip which surprised everyone soon developing feelings for the blonde despite his brooding behavior and sarcastic attitude you grew to love him and he loved you as well but thought he didn't deserve you and that you wouldn't reciprocate that changed when you both did the one thing you never did with and in front of other people. The two of you were in his room and he decided to let you not only see but even gently touch his wings as your fingers glided slowly over every feather and you show him your powers of not only controlling and manipulating water but when the moon is full you are able to control the fluids inside people's bodies like you do water. You and him go to the lake near the garden when a full moon feeling very terrified of what he would do or think of you "Sorry I'm nervous" you find and lift a fish out of the water soon you slowly start to make the fish move in a spine chilling way as the fish fights to break free and right before the fish stops moving you slowly lower the fish until it is back in the water putting your hands down as the fish swims away turning to look at warren. "That was unbelievable...you can do that to people?" you nod hesitantly as he hugs you and going back to his room to sleep agreeing to show everyone the next day in training feeling overwhelmed by it hoping that they all will still care about you and be your friend and that you can still stay at the school feeling it all flow as you walk in the training room. "You are still a friend and teammate..you're family" you turn to see professor Xavier teaching but nod at him when he looks at you knowing he was telepathically talking to you as you stand in front of your friend and teammate Scott ready to show them all your power starting slowly by moving his arm "Does it hurt?" he shakes his head as you continue then moving his neck mouthing sorry as you start moving his body at a much faster rate and soon you tear up with you hear the sick and loud cracking of his body as you move and tears flow as he yells in pain making you stop "I'm sorry I'm so sorry" you are pulled in a hug by warren followed by kurt and your friend Kitty while scott is helped up and checked out by hank. You are relieved when you find out he's okay immediately apologizing as he shakes his head knowing it wasn't your fault but you still blamed yourself until warren talked to you in his room "It's not your fault your still trying to control it don't do that to yourself" sealing the promise with a kiss which helped you calm down.
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Fic recommendations!
(Organization of my reblogs part 1)
Here you can find a collection of fan fiction I have reblogged. Please help me show these talented writers some love and appreciation! You are all so incredibly talented 💖
This is a way for me to keep my reblogs organized so I can go back and read them
Don't call me 'baby' series (Steve Harrington AU) by @katyswrites
Scarred (Billy Hargrove) by @bowersbubbles
Weather the Storm (Eddie and Wayne) by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes
Eddie & Wayne blurb by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes
Cupcakes (Eddie Munson) by @saltmannequin
Amnesia (Steve Harrington) by @weird-is-life
The Boys Next Door (Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson AU) by @tastefulstars
Meeting Uncle Wayne (Eddie Munson) by @ashwhowrites
Milkshakes (Eddie Munson) by @corrodedcorpses
The One that I Want (Eddie Munson) by @munson-blurbs
Eddie Comforts You (Eddie Munson) by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes
Love Is Engraved In Your Heart (Eddie Munson) by @latenightsimping
Take What I Want (Billy Hargrove) by @bowersbubbles
I Will Always Be Right There (Steve Harrington) by @familyvideostevie
Keep My Hand In Yours (Steve Harrington) by @harringtown
Rockstar!Eddie (Eddie Munson) by @nyxoz
One Morning At A Time (Warren Worthington iii & Kurt Wagner) by @dem-obscure-imagines
Soft (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @corrodedcherry
Wrap Me All Up In Your- (Eddie Munson) by @harringtown
Gentlest instruments (Warren Worthington iii) by @absolutelyfizzing
Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince (Steve Harrington) by @sunshinemunchkin
Breading the Other's Hair by @starryeyedstories (Eddie Munson)
Eddie Finding Out You Have a Praise Kink (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @fhrlclln
I Need Your Love Before I Fall (Eddie Munson) by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes
Eddie with A Tongue Piercing (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @bowerquinn
Eddie Comforts You After a Stressful Day (Eddie Munson) by @r-anela
It's Alright (Billy Hargrove) by @hauerhoetime
Golden Slumbers (Eddie Munson) by @knottyk
It's Okay, Be Shy (Eddie Munson) by @sunflowersteves
Safe (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @mypoisonedvine
Take A Chance On Me (Eddie Munson) by @loveronlineee
Hold Me Close (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @eddiebaghetti
Sometimes It's Just You (Steve Harrington) by @familyvideostevie
Going to a Haunted House with Eddie (Eddie Munson) by @heylookliisten
Need You Tonight (Eddie Munson) by @musingginger
Tattoos (Eddie Munson) by @edmetalqueer
Stealing the Throne of The Banished (Eddie Munson) by @e-munson666
Randomly Buying Eddie Flowers (Eddie Munson) by @theemunsons
Tongue Twister (Eddie Munson) by @queenofthefaceless
Need You Tonight (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @toomanybandstocare
Don't worry (Steddie) by @hellfiresangel
The Color Green (Eddie Munson) 18+ by @sunflowersteves
Piggyback Rides and Night Conversations (Eddie Munson) by @scooprtroopr
Soft Hair (Eddie Munson) by @mad-elia
Mechanic!Eddie (Eddie Munson) (Billy Hargrove) 18+ by @toomanybandstocare & @hellfiresangel
Your Love Language with Eddie (Eddie Munson) by @eddies-ashtray
Eddie Clearing Out a Drawer for You (Eddie Munson) by @eddies-ashtray
Jam (Eddie Munson) by @eddies-ashtray
Don't Forget It (Eddie Munson) by @will-on-the-internet
Jealousy, Jealousy (Eddie Munson) by @theoreticslut
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unfxrgetwble · 7 months
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i want to make more online friends!! i made so many online friends during covid and i miss that
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"Warren being a total simp for you would include" HC's
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Warren Worthington III x reader
Based from this request "Are you taking requests? If you are can you do like headcannons or a blurb of warren literally worshiping reader (their body or something yk?)", I tried not to focus so much on the physical stuff tho. Hope you like it or is at least what you had in mind @yelenabelovasbathwater 💞
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Warren is not a man of words. That is a fact.
Not because of awkwardness or lack of vocabulary.
Actually, it is the complete opposite, he's smooth and eloquent when he wants to be.
Warren knows just the right things to say to get his way.
Some people would call him a sweet-talker, others a smart-mouth.
Either way, they're both right.
And it's all thanks to his up bringing.
This man has been 'networking' way before he understood what that was.
Although Warren is fluent in many languages, he seems to forget how to use them whenever he tries to express his emotions.
To his friends.
To the people he admires.
And to you.
Warren has always been an affectionate person, problem is, he was forced by his parents to suppress his feelings down from an early age.
He never learned to properly communicate with others in that regard.
People often think of Warren as cold and aloof.
Unapproachable and selfish.
And he can be.
When he needs to.
He had to learned it the hard way.
If you come across as soft and nice people would take advantage of you.
Even as tough as he was back in Berlin, Apocalypse still managed to use him like another one of his puppets.
He swore to never let that happen again.
But then he met the X-men, and he realised this was a place were he could let his guard down.
He has been trying to work on his little 'problem'.
He really wants to let the ones he love know how much they mean to him.
And by that I mean YOU.
This poor man spent what felt like eons pinning over you.
There was an extremely weird mix between calmness and euphoria you brought on him whenever you were around, which drove him insane.
He wanted so badly to be with you but he couldn't get the guts to actually say it.
Pretty unfitting with his overall BadBoyTM facade.
Longing hands and fingers aching to prolong each contact.
Searching eyes who looked for any sign to indicate the feeling was mutual.
Same big doe-eyes who light up with every look you gave his way.
Lips who chanted your name like it was a prayer.
Like if your name held an addictive taste only perceptible to Warren.
Thankfully you understood the Angel's silent pleas, and you'll be damned if you let them unanswered.
It was you who asked Warren out for your first date.
It was also you the first one to say the big 4-lettered-word.
Not like you minded. You knew how deep Warren's love ran for you.
Not because he didn't say it, meant it wasn't there.
You could see it.
You could feel it.
Still, he hated that acid feeling remanecent from each time there was an opportunity for him to say it out loud, jet he would let it go by without muttering a word.
As if his mouth had suddenly disappeared.
There's nothing the Angel despieced more in this world than himself each time he thought, you might believe he didn't love you enough.
It was so much for him to handle he even went out and asked Scott for advise.
'Dude, relax OK, what might work for me might not work for you. Its all about finding the right fit, whatever comes more natural'.
And so Warren realised he might have been saying that same 4-lettered-word since the moment you two first met, but in a different manner.
He realised he has neved been a man of words.
But of actions.
His never leaving frown and never ending grunts of displease are part of his easthethic.
With that been said, Warren is the living incarnation of the An asshole to the world, a sweetheart to his girl trop.
There is no doubt to anyone, even to outsiders, just how utterly and madly in love he is with you.
As mean and threatening as he looks, this man treats you like a fucking Queen 24/7.
There is nothing you might want that Warren won't give to you.
The sky is the limit.
Obviously splurging money will always come easy to a rich boy.
But that's not the reason why anyone whose not blind could think you have the blond under a hex or something.
There's just something about those big baby blues whose shine only seems to get brighter the more he stares at you.
Seriously, the way your boyfriend looks at you is like he's under a trance or something.
Who could blame him though, he just... loves looking at you.
The way you move your hands around when talking.
How you crunch your nose when you laugh.
How you scrutch your eyebrows when you're concentrated on something or remembering anything.
How you your lips go upwards in a subtle smile whenever you're cought doing something you shouldn't have been.
This habit of staring at you obviously has it perks.
Like how your things stopped getting forgotten at random tables and places because your helpful boyfriend always kept picking up the stuff you left behind.
Sudden bumps, falls and hits are a thing of the past because your Guardian Angel always prevents them.
Mostly, Warren does it so much because it's the one thing he can do everywhere around anyone.
He might stugle with PDA but he has become a little more confortable with it, at least around The Gang.
And with a little I mean, a looot more confortable.
To the point it becomes unbearable.
To the point where everyone but Kurt has complained about it at some point.
Maybe because he can't keep his hands to himself. And if we're honest, neither can you.
When you're not making out like if your boyfriend just came back from the war or something, somehow, you two are always connected in a way.
Intertwined fingers, locked arms, one's legs, head or straight up being sitting on the other's lap. You name it.
With that in mind, Warren will always be caressing your hands no matter the position.
He adores them
Some are a 'boobs kinda guy', some others 'butt'.
Warren is the hands type.
Belive me when I say HE ADORES THEM, mostly the fact their not pristine perfect.
They're covered in scars from previous battles, your nail polish is chapped and mismatched, with ever lasting marks from the many rings you wear all the time, with picked skin and multicoloured pen doodles.
He adores them so much because they tell a story.
They have a past from the scars, a present from the funy drawings you or Peter will do on your hands when bored, and a future for the idea of giving you one day another ring to add to your collection.
So yes
Overall there cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't kill for you.
There cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't die for you.
Either way it would be a bliss for him.
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absolutelyfizzing · 2 years
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gentlest instruments (request) 
warren worthington iii x fem!reader
Do you take requests still? If so can you do Warren Worthington basically worshipping reader (their body and what-not) and basically being hella whipped? Fem!reader if you can, :)
description - reader is feeling a little insecure but warren puts an end to that right away.
word count - 1000
warnings - insecure reader, one cuss word, reader is described as a woman at times, very minor body description (i don't think anything distinct but nonetheless), warren being an angel, reader is a mutant and has powers over nature.
A/N- i am so very sorry i haven't posted in so long. I go through these ohases where i just don't write at all and i feel awful that i leave some of you waiting for more. Anyway, i am trying to work though the requests that are speaking to me and i will be trying to write more often (though we all know how often i say that). Thank you for sticking with me and i hope you enjoy.
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You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. It wasn't that you didn't like how you looked, you thought you were fine. But it's not like you were anything to call home about. At the school you were surrounded by beautiful and gifted women all the time, how were you supposed to compete? How were you supposed to maintain Warren's attention?
He had never made you feel insecure, he was always one to tell you how pretty you looked and that he liked your outfits, it just made you question his sincerity. Your powers were in manipulating nature, something that you liked but it wasn't exactly badass. You looked at Jean or Raven or Ororo and they were all so powerful and strong. You weren't sure if that's what you were.
You pulled at your jean shorts and tugged on your shirt and just gave another sigh before turning away from the mirror.
A knock was sounded at the door that made you jump a bit, scaring you out of your own thoughts.
"Y/N?" It was Warren. You had a date today which really just meant he was taking you out for an afternoon picnic.
He was the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He was adoring and gentle with you and he never made you question his loyalty. So why did you feel so insecure?
"Come in." You tried to let light into your voice but you knew you sounded frustrated.
He slowly crept the door open and peeked inside the room to find you facing decidedly away from your mirror and picking at your hands.
"Are you doing okay, my love?" He sounded timid and you hated that he could so easily tell when you weren't feeling well.
"Yeah, I'm alright." You assured, trying to communicate to him with your eyes, now met across the room, that you didn't want to talk about it. He must have gotten the point because he simply nodded and stood a bit to the side. He swept his arm across him toward the door, ushering you out, and he plastered a big grin on his face that made your heart quicken. You giggled a bit and you both left your room.
Instead of trying to talk to you when you seemed so preoccupied, Warren settled on holding your hand and fidgeting with your thumb.
You silently and contentedly made your way together out of the building and across the lawn to a large oak tree under which warren had put together a modest picnic. There were flowers and a planet laid out with a basket of food and it made you nearly cry. How sweet was this man stood next to you and how could anyone ever think he was menacing. He motioned for you to sit when you got there and you did, looking around at the sweet gesture.
He sat next to you, his wings spread behind him in their relaxed state and he laid down. Suddenly there were hands on your waist pulling you down with him and you fell on top of him in a fit of giggles, putting a big smile on Warren's face. He would have done anything to make you laugh like that for the rest of your life. You looked up at him from your new spot on his chest and he gazed into your eyes. His smile slowly dropped.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about what's bothering you, honey?" You sighed and broke eye contact with him, instead moving to sit up and face where he lay. You found yourself reaching for his wings to card your fingers through them but paused.
He had always told you that you were the only person he let touch his wings but you were still hesitant.
"Go ahead, bub."
You started to play with the feathers, being gentle and conscious that they were sensitive.
"I was just feeling insecure I think." You whispered, knowing that it sounded strange to him. He had told you that you had no reason to ever be insecure and that you were perfect to him.
"About what?"
"My body. My powers. Just like, me I guess."
"Honey, you are the most beautiful girl in the world." You gave him a playful glare that told him to drop the bullshit. "I'm not kidding."
"Warren-"
"Y/N, you are amazing. Your body is amazing. Your powers are amazing. Your hands are the gentlest instruments I've ever had the pleasure of touching. Your thighs are made of pure magic and you cannot convince me otherwise." You smiled at him a bit. "And your smile is that only thing I care about in this whole world. You make me so endlessly happy. You know that right?"
"I think I do. I mean, logically I know you love me. I just see all of these powerful women everywhere around us and I don't know how I can compete with that."
"There is no competition, Y/N." He whispered, his hand coming to trace the lines of your face above him. "You are the only woman I think about, your arms are the only place I want to be and your stomach is my favorite place to take a nap. Your scars are a sign of strength and your lips are the most absolutely kissable thing I've ever seen." With that, he sat up and pulled you into a sweet kiss. It held all of the love he had for you. His thumb traced under your eye where you hadn't noticed any tears falling but he wiped them away nonetheless.
"I guess this is just a sign that I need to show you how beautiful you are more often." He smiled and you gave him a small smile in return.
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betyloca · 25 days
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Imagine: being the only person who welcomed Warren into the mansion without being afraid of him, becoming his only friend.
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the-ravenist · 1 year
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Archangel x Reader Teaser
So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.
"...did you just coo?"
"..no."
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.
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Here's a teaser my lil' ravens, finals are almost over and I'm close to winter break so I'll try to get some fics out when that happens.
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