#warren worthington x y/n

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X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

They accidentally hurt you (Part.1)

You're accidentally hurt during a moment of loss of control by your powerful partners

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Erik Lehnsherr, Bobby Drake, Wade Wilson, Warren Worthington III, Jean Grey & Rogue

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

It happened so fast you barely registered the pain. One minute you were training with Logan in the Danger Room, sparring as usual, the two of you enjoying the playful back-and-forth of dodging each other's hits. Logan was holding back, as he always did, but that wild intensity still gleamed in his eyes—a part of him that would never fully shut off. You loved that about him. But then, in a split second, something shifted. His movements were too fast, too fierce. Before you could react, his claws were out, and the sharp edge caught your arm.

You gasped as a searing pain shot through your body, clutching your arm as you stumbled back. Blood dripped down your skin, the deep cut immediately soaking through your sleeve. For a moment, Logan just stood there, wide-eyed, his breath caught in his throat. The claws retracted instantly, and you saw the horror in his face as he processed what he had done.

“Darlin’… oh God, no. I didn’t mean—” His voice was rough, like gravel, choked with disbelief and panic. He was on you in a second, dropping to his knees beside you and gently taking your arm in his hands, careful not to hurt you further. You winced at the touch, but the pain wasn’t what hurt most. It was the look on Logan’s face—like he had broken something irreplaceable between you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, though your voice was shaky. “It was an accident.”

But Logan wasn’t hearing it. His hands trembled as he held your arm, his head lowered like he was ashamed to even look at you. “I should’ve been more careful. Damn it, Y/N. I never should’ve… I should’ve known better.”

You reached out with your free hand, cupping his rough, scruffy cheek to make him look at you. “Logan, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to. I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

But the guilt in his eyes didn’t fade. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away, retreat back into that place he went when he was ashamed of himself, afraid of losing control. But instead, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if drawing strength from you. “I can’t lose you, Y/N,” he muttered. “I can’t… I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

You smiled softly, despite the throbbing pain in your arm. “You won’t. I’m right here, Logan. Always.”

His eyes opened, and in them, you saw the raw vulnerability that he so rarely let anyone see. He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you carefully, protectively. “I’ll fix this,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll make it right.”

And in that moment, as you leaned into his embrace, you knew he would.

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

It started as a typical night in the mansion—Remy was showing off as usual, flicking cards across the room with that charming grin of his, teasing you with sly winks. You sat on the couch, amused but unimpressed, knowing his routine far too well by now. But you loved watching him in his element, loved the way his eyes lit up with that mischievous energy whenever he was around you. It was intoxicating.

“Y’know, chérie, if you keep lookin’ at me like that, I might have to take you out for another round of cards.” His voice dripped with playful flirtation as he tossed another charged card into the air.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back on the couch. “Remy, you know I always beat you.”

He laughed, and in that moment, he flicked his wrist to toss another card—except this time, something went wrong. Maybe he misjudged the charge, or maybe it was just bad luck, but the card shot towards you too fast, too charged, and before you could react, it exploded with a small burst of kinetic energy right in front of you.

The force knocked you off the couch, sending you tumbling onto the floor with a sharp yelp of pain. Your arm burned where the blast had hit, and you groaned as you tried to sit up, clutching the now-aching limb.

“Y/N!” Remy’s voice was filled with panic as he rushed to your side, dropping to his knees beside you. His hands hovered over you, unsure where to touch, as if he was afraid of hurting you more. “Chérie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t—God, I didn’t mean to do that.”

You winced, blinking back tears as you pressed a hand to your arm. “It’s okay, Remy… just a little burn. I’ll live.”

But Remy wasn’t having any of it. His normally cocky expression was gone, replaced with genuine worry as he gently helped you sit up. “Let me see,” he said softly, carefully pulling your hand away from the burn on your arm. His fingers were gentle as they inspected the damage, his eyes dark with regret. “Merde, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?”

You nodded, offering him a small smile despite the pain. “I know. It was an accident.”

But he still looked haunted, his jaw tight as he gingerly cradled your arm. “Still… I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve been payin’ more attention.”

You placed your other hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palm. “Remy, really, I’m okay. It’s not that bad.”

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping with relief, though the guilt still lingered in his eyes. “I don’t deserve you, chérie,” he muttered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re too good to me.”

You chuckled, wincing slightly at the movement. “You better believe it.”

But even as you tried to make light of it, Remy’s hands never left your skin, as if he needed to feel that you were still there, still with him. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what, he would always be there to protect you—even from himself.

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

You had always loved watching Kurt move—the way he seemed to dance across the air, teleporting with ease, his body a blur of grace and power. You were training together, and though you weren’t nearly as agile as him, you tried your best to keep up, determined to prove that you could hold your own.

But then, in a blink, Kurt disappeared—teleporting just out of your reach as you swung your fist. You spun around, ready to block him when he reappeared, but you miscalculated, and before you could react, his tail whipped out, striking you in the ribs with more force than he intended.

The air was knocked out of you, and you stumbled back, clutching your side as pain radiated through your body. You gasped for breath, wincing as you sank to the ground, your chest heaving.

“Y/N!” Kurt’s voice was frantic, and in an instant, he was kneeling beside you, his golden eyes wide with panic. “Oh mein Gott, I didn’t mean—are you hurt?”

You couldn’t speak for a moment, too focused on catching your breath, but when you finally looked up at him, you saw the sheer horror on his face. He reached out, his hand trembling as he gently touched your side, where his tail had struck you. “I’m so sorry. I should have been more careful.”

You tried to smile, though the pain made it difficult. “It’s okay, Kurt. You didn’t mean to.”

His brow furrowed, his eyes filled with guilt as he gently helped you sit up. “I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as you caught your breath. “I know. It was an accident. I’ll be fine.”

But Kurt shook his head, his tail curling around your waist in a protective gesture. “I should have been more gentle. I forget how strong I am sometimes.”

You chuckled softly, wincing at the pain in your ribs. “I think you forget that you’re not the only one with superpowers.”

He smiled weakly, his hand cupping your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Ja, but I’m supposed to protect you. Not hurt you.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “You do protect me. Every day.”

Kurt’s golden eyes softened, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I will never let anything happen to you, Y/N. I swear it.”

And as you rested in his embrace, the pain in your ribs forgotten for the moment, you knew that no matter what, Kurt would always be there for you—his love for you stronger than any force in the world.

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

The sun had just started to set, casting an orange glow across the grounds of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You and Scott were outside, sparring as part of your usual training routine. Scott was always serious when it came to training, which you both admired and found frustrating at times. He had such control over his abilities, never letting his optic blasts get out of hand—except today, something was off. He was more intense than usual, perhaps trying to push you to your limits, or maybe his mind was somewhere else.

You dodged a series of his blasts, your body fluid and graceful as you maneuvered across the field. You were teasing him lightly, enjoying the way his focus made him that much more determined. “Come on, Summers, is that all you’ve got?” you called out, your smile playful, though your heart raced with the thrill of the challenge.

Scott’s jaw clenched in response, his visor glowing red as he prepared to shoot another blast. You saw the energy build in his eyes, felt the air shift around you. But something went wrong. The blast was too powerful, larger than any you’d seen him use in training, and before you could react, the beam struck you hard in the chest, sending you flying backward across the field.

The pain hit you instantly, searing through your body as you hit the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of you. You gasped, clutching your chest, the world spinning around you as you tried to process what had just happened. You could barely breathe, the shock and pain overwhelming your senses.

“Y/N!” Scott’s voice was filled with panic, and within moments, he was by your side, falling to his knees as he reached for you. His visor dimmed as he tried to assess the damage, his hands hovering over your body, afraid to touch you in case he hurt you more. “I’m so sorry, I—God, I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat, a sharp pain running through your chest with every breath. Scott’s eyes were wild with fear behind his visor, his face pale as he gently touched your arm, his fingers trembling.

“I lost control,” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. “I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You managed to shake your head, your breathing shallow as you tried to reassure him. “I know… it was an accident, Scott.”

But Scott wasn’t listening. His hands moved to your shoulders, carefully pulling you into his arms, cradling you as if you were made of glass. “I should have been more careful. I should have… I could have killed you.”

Tears stung at your eyes, both from the pain and from seeing him like this—so afraid, so broken. You reached up, placing a hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath your fingers. “I’m okay,” you whispered, though the words came out weak. “I’m okay, Scott.”

But he shook his head, his grip on you tightening slightly as if he was afraid you would slip away from him. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. I can’t… I won’t let anything happen to you again.”

You smiled weakly, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. “You won’t. I’m still here.”

And as he held you close, his heart pounding with fear and love, you knew that Scott would never forgive himself for this, even though you already had. He would spend the rest of his life making sure you were safe, even if it meant holding back from the one thing he feared the most—losing control.

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

The battlefield was chaos, metal flying through the air as Erik used his powers to dismantle the enemy’s weapons, tearing through their defenses with a fury that left you breathless. You fought alongside him, your movements sharp and precise as you took down opponent after opponent, the two of you moving like a well-oiled machine. But in the midst of the battle, something went wrong—something that neither of you saw coming.

Erik was focused, his hands outstretched as he bent the metal around him to his will. You were too close, though, too caught up in the fight to notice how close you had drifted to his range of control. Suddenly, a piece of sharp metal flew toward you, faster than you could react. It struck you in the side, tearing through your skin with a force that knocked you to the ground.

The pain was immediate, white-hot and searing through your body as you gasped for air, clutching your side where blood had already begun to pool. You tried to move, but the pain was too much, your vision blurring as you struggled to stay conscious.

“Y/N!” Erik’s voice cut through the noise of battle, filled with a panic you had never heard from him before. In an instant, the metal around you dropped to the ground as he rushed to your side, falling to his knees beside you. His hands hovered over the wound, his face pale as he tried to assess the damage. “Oh, no… no, no, no. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t see you.”

You groaned, the pain making it hard to focus as you looked up at him, his face twisted with guilt and fear. “Erik… I’m fine,” you managed to choke out, though you knew it wasn’t true.

He shook his head, his hands pressing down gently on the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. “This is my fault,” he muttered, his voice thick with self-loathing. “I should have been more careful. I never should have let you get this close.”

You winced, reaching up to touch his face, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “Erik… it was an accident.”

But he wasn’t hearing you. His eyes were dark with regret, his jaw clenched as he tried to control the rising panic in his chest. “No,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I should have protected you.”

Tears stung at your eyes as you watched him, the man who had always been so strong, so sure of himself, now broken and afraid. You could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing you, of not being able to save you this time. “You did,” you whispered, your voice weak. “You always do.”

He shook his head again, his hands trembling as he continued to press against the wound, his heart pounding in his chest. “I won’t let you die,” he muttered, his voice filled with a desperation you had never heard from him before. “I won’t.”

And as you lay there in his arms, the pain slowly fading away as darkness crept in at the edges of your vision, you knew that Erik would move heaven and earth to save you. But in that moment, all you could do was hold onto him, knowing that no matter what happened, you were loved.

Bobby Drake (Iceman)

You and Bobby had always been a team, whether it was on the battlefield or just in life. His easygoing nature balanced out your more serious demeanor, and together, you were unstoppable. Today was no different—you were fighting alongside the X-Men, taking down the latest threat to mutantkind with the precision of a well-practiced team.

But in the heat of battle, accidents happen. Bobby had just formed an ice slide, using it to send an opponent flying across the battlefield when he lost control for just a split second. The slide shifted, sending a sharp shard of ice flying toward you. You didn’t see it coming until it was too late.

The ice struck your leg, cutting deep into the muscle and sending you crashing to the ground with a cry of pain. The cold immediately numbed the area, but the pain was still there, sharp and unrelenting as you clutched your leg, trying to stop the bleeding.

Bobby’s heart stopped the moment he saw you fall. “Y/N!” He was at your side in an instant, his face pale with shock and guilt. His hands hovered over the wound, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts. “I didn’t—God, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

You winced, trying to push through the pain as you looked up at him. “Bobby, it’s okay… just an accident.”

But Bobby wasn’t listening. His hands were shaking as he tried to freeze the wound, slowing the bleeding with his powers. “I should’ve been more careful,” he muttered, his voice thick with guilt. “I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You groaned, your leg throbbing as the ice numbed the pain. “Bobby, it’s fine. It’s not that bad.”

But Bobby wasn’t convinced. His blue eyes were filled with fear as he carefully wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground with ease. “I’m taking you back to the mansion,” he said firmly, his voice trembling slightly. “We’re getting you patched up.”

You didn’t argue, the pain too much for you to resist as you leaned into his embrace. “Okay,” you whispered, your head resting against his chest as he carried you away from the battlefield.

And as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you could feel the guilt radiating off of him, the fear that he had hurt you, even though you knew it was an accident. But in that moment, all you could do was hold onto him, knowing that no matter what happened, Bobby would always be there to protect you.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

You’ve always known that being with Wade came with a certain level of risk. Sure, he was fun, witty, and had a charm that kept you laughing no matter what—but he was also chaotic, reckless, and had an unhealthy obsession with danger. You loved him for all of it. Even the crazy stunts that had your heart in your throat. But this time��� things went too far.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Wade had assured you of that when he convinced you to join him. “Come on, babe, it’ll be a piece of cake,” he’d said with a grin. “Just a few bad guys, a few guns, and then we’re out. Easy peasy!”

Of course, nothing with Wade is ever “easy peasy.”

You were both knee-deep in a firefight, bullets flying around you as Wade expertly sliced through enemies with his katanas, making sarcastic comments with every swing. You were holding your own, taking down attackers with precision, trusting Wade to watch your back like always. But as the fight escalated, so did Wade’s recklessness.

He was laughing, spinning through the air with a grenade in hand, yelling something about “making it rain” before tossing it toward a group of enemies. Except… it wasn’t just the enemies in the blast radius.

You saw the grenade land just a few feet away from where you were crouched behind cover. Time seemed to slow as realization hit. The explosion was deafening, the force of it sending you flying backward, crashing hard into the concrete wall behind you. Pain exploded through your body, a sharp, burning sensation spreading from your side where the shrapnel had torn through your skin.

The world around you blurred, the sounds of battle fading as you gasped for breath, clutching your side as blood seeped between your fingers. You could barely move, your limbs heavy, the pain overwhelming every sense.

“Y/N!” Wade’s voice cut through the haze, suddenly filled with panic. Within seconds, he was kneeling beside you, his usual carefree attitude gone, replaced with genuine fear. His hands hovered over you, shaking as he tried to figure out what to do. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… babe, I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to—”

You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come, your chest tightening with every breath. Wade’s face twisted with guilt and fear, his mask pushed up just enough to reveal the raw emotion on his face. He pressed his hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but he was shaking too much to be effective.

“Don’t you die on me, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “Don’t you dare. I swear I’ll kill everyone here if you—if you don’t…”

You reached up, managing to brush your fingers against his cheek. “Wade…” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “It’s okay…”

“It’s not okay!” Wade shouted, his voice cracking. “I—God, I’m such an idiot! I should’ve been more careful! I never should’ve—”

Tears stung your eyes as you watched him, the man who never took anything seriously, now completely falling apart because of you. You knew he blamed himself, even though you didn’t. It was an accident, a risk that came with being with someone like him. But seeing him like this, so afraid of losing you, broke your heart.

“I’m sorry,” Wade whispered, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

You squeezed his hand weakly, managing a small smile through the pain. “I’m still here, Wade.”

And as the world around you faded into darkness, you held onto that small bit of reassurance—that no matter how reckless he was, Wade Wilson loved you more than anything. And he’d fight to the ends of the earth to keep you safe.

Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Flying with Warren had always been one of your favorite things. There was something freeing about soaring through the sky with him, the wind rushing through your hair as you clung to his warm, muscular frame. His wings, beautiful and powerful, were like an extension of him—graceful, protective, and strong.

You trusted Warren implicitly. He’d never let you fall before, always keeping you close to him when you flew together. But today, something went wrong. It was supposed to be just another evening flight, the two of you escaping the chaos of the world below to find solace in the clouds. You had no idea it would end the way it did.

You were high up, the city below you nothing more than a blur of lights. Warren held you close as he flew, his arms wrapped around you, his wings beating rhythmically as you both enjoyed the peaceful moment. But suddenly, there was a shift in the air, and Warren’s hold on you loosened.

You gasped as you felt yourself slip from his grasp, your heart lurching in your chest as you plummeted toward the ground below. The wind roared in your ears, and for a split second, you thought this was it—that you were going to die.

But then Warren was there, his arms catching you just before you hit the ground, his wings flaring out as he desperately tried to slow your fall. You hit the ground hard, pain exploding through your body as you landed awkwardly on your side, your breath knocked out of you. The world spun around you as you groaned in pain, clutching your ribs where the impact had been the worst.

“Y/N!” Warren’s voice was filled with panic as he knelt beside you, his wings folding back as he reached for you. His hands hovered over you, unsure of where to touch without hurting you more. “Oh God, I—are you okay? I didn’t mean to… I lost my grip, I… I’m so sorry.”

You winced, trying to breathe through the pain, but each breath was a struggle. “Warren… I’m okay,” you managed to choke out, though the pain said otherwise.

Warren’s face twisted with guilt, his usually calm and composed demeanor shattered as he looked at you. “No, you’re not,” he muttered, his voice thick with self-loathing. “I should’ve been more careful. I never should’ve… I almost…”

Tears stung at your eyes as you watched him, the man who always seemed so invincible, now broken and afraid because of what he’d done. You knew he blamed himself, even though you didn’t. It was an accident, something that could’ve happened to anyone. But seeing him like this—so shaken, so vulnerable—made your heart ache.

“I’ve got you,” Warren whispered, his voice trembling as he carefully pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “I’m not letting go again. I swear.”

You leaned into him, your body aching but your heart full as you listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath you. “I know,” you whispered, closing your eyes as the pain slowly began to fade. “I trust you, Warren.”

And as he held you close, his wings wrapping around you protectively, you knew that no matter what happened, Warren would never let anything hurt you again. Not even himself.

Jean Grey (Phoenix)

Being with Jean was like being wrapped in warmth and light, the love you shared radiating between you in ways that went beyond the physical. Her telepathy meant that she always knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling, and that connection made your bond stronger than you ever thought possible.

But sometimes, her powers were unpredictable. Sometimes, when her emotions got the best of her, things would slip.

It had been a stressful day for Jean. The team had just come back from a difficult mission, and you could feel the weight of it bearing down on her. You tried to comfort her, to be there for her like you always were, but Jean was lost in her own head, overwhelmed by the flood of thoughts and emotions around her.

"Jean," you called softly, stepping closer to her as she stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Talk to me."

She didn't respond at first, her eyes closed as she tried to quiet the noise in her mind. You could feel the tension rolling off of her in waves, and you knew something was wrong. Before you could say anything else, though, Jean's eyes snapped open, glowing faintly with the power of the Phoenix that lived within her.

"Y/N, I—" she started, her voice shaking, but before she could finish, a surge of telekinetic energy burst from her, slamming into you without warning.

The force sent you flying across the room, your body colliding hard with the wall before crumpling to the floor. Pain shot through your spine as you gasped for breath, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. Your vision blurred for a moment, the edges darkening as you fought to stay conscious.

"Y/N!" Jean's voice was filled with horror as she rushed to your side, her telekinetic powers immediately pulling you into her arms before you could fall any further. "Oh God, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t—"

You groaned, clutching your side where the pain was the worst, but you forced yourself to look up at her. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and brimming with tears, her hands trembling as she held you.

"Jean…" you whispered, your voice weak as the pain pulsed through you. "It's… it's okay."

She shook her head violently, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, it's not! I hurt you! I—my powers—I lost control and—" Her voice cracked as she choked back a sob, her grip tightening around you. "I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to…"

You reached up, brushing your fingers against her cheek. "I know. I know you didn’t mean to."

Jean closed her eyes, her tears falling onto your skin as she leaned into your touch. "I can’t… I can’t lose control like that," she whispered. "I can't risk hurting you. I love you too much…"

You smiled weakly, your thumb gently wiping away her tears. "Jean, I trust you. You’re the strongest person I know. And I know you’d never hurt me on purpose."

She opened her eyes, looking down at you with so much love and pain in her gaze that it made your heart ache. "I’m scared," she admitted, her voice trembling. "What if I can’t control it next time? What if the Phoenix—"

You shook your head, cutting her off. "We’ll figure it out. Together. You don’t have to do this alone, Jean."

Jean let out a shaky breath, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she held you close, her forehead resting against yours. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don’t deserve you."

You smiled, your hand resting against her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath your palm. "Yes, you do. You always have."

Rogue (Anna Marie)

Loving Rogue was like holding a flame in your hands—beautiful, intense, and dangerous. But you had never feared her. Not once. Despite her worries about her powers, despite the distance she tried to put between you for your own safety, you had never doubted that you could make this work. You loved her, and she loved you, and that was all that mattered.

Still, Rogue was always afraid that one day, her powers would get out of control. And today, her fear became reality.

You were in the training room, helping her practice her control, something you did often. It wasn’t an official Danger Room session, just the two of you. Rogue had been getting better, learning to control her skin’s power-draining abilities, learning to hold back. But it was still a work in progress.

You’d been sparring, teasing each other with light-hearted jabs, when it happened. Her glove slipped during a fast block, and her bare hand grazed your wrist.

The sensation was instant. You felt the strength drain from your body, your energy slipping away like water through your fingers. Your knees buckled, and you crumpled to the floor, your vision darkening around the edges. You could hear Rogue’s panicked voice, but it was distant, muffled.

“Y/N!” Her voice cracked as she rushed to your side, pulling her gloves back on with trembling hands. “Oh God, oh God, Ah didn’t mean to! Please, wake up, sugah, please!”

You blinked, the world coming back into focus as the wave of exhaustion began to fade. Rogue knelt beside you, her hands hovering over you but not touching, her green eyes wide with terror.

“Ah hurt ya,” she whispered, her accent thicker than usual, her voice trembling. “Ah didn’t mean to, Ah swear! Ah was bein’ careful, Ah—”

“Rogue…” you croaked, reaching up weakly to grab her wrist. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “No, it’s not okay! Ah coulda killed ya. Ah almost did!”

You struggled to sit up, and Rogue immediately helped you, her hands steady but her eyes full of guilt. “You didn’t,” you said softly. “You didn’t, and that’s what matters.”

Rogue’s lower lip trembled as she looked at you, her usually strong demeanor cracking. “Ah can’t keep riskin’ your life like this. Ah can’t control it, and Ah don’t want to hurt ya again.”

You cupped her cheek, your thumb brushing away a tear. “You’re not going to lose me, Rogue. I’m not afraid of you.”

Her breath hitched, and she leaned into your touch, closing her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Ah love ya too much to lose ya.”

“And I love you too much to leave,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

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The Woman at the Pool Named Natalie

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Natasha is a spy (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You're a lifeguard at a local county club, and life is boring until a hot blonde comes into your view. Little do you know she's here on business.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Fliritng, Pining, Natasha kills, Fluff,

Shameless.

You were as you stared at the newest and hottest person you had ever laid your eyes on. You didn't know who she was or where she came from.

But suddenly, your summer job as a lifeguard at the country club to help put you through college was paying off tenfold!

A short, older (milf) blonde-haired woman laid in her pool chair for the fourth straight time this week. She had a golden look to her naturally white skin that made you sweat more than the sun beating down on you in your red one-piece swimsuit.

The blonde laid out in her floral print two-piece suit. Well, you imagined the top was matching floral, but the woman always wore a white shirt over herself. Bringing a bit of sadness to your eyes but letting your imagination run wild.

Yes, you already know you shouldn't be thinking this way or darting your eyes over to the stunning woman in the blue sunglasses this many times in a shift, but you're human. And she's a goddess. So 2+2, ya know?

Plus, it's not like any rich spoiled brat named Warren Worthington the Third was drowning anytime soon.

He had squirted you many times with a water gun since the start of the summer; however, whether the goddess was in your presence or not, you weren't sure you would save him.

Anyways...

"Can I help you?" The soft, raspy voice of the blonde goddess breaks up the thought of the little twirp drowning. Your eyes had been directed at her as your mind drifted.

"We're now on day four, and you're not going to say anything?" She teased.

You dropped your mouth in shock at the fact that she had her head pointed at you and was speaking to you. Did you die, and you didn't realize it? Oh my god were Peter and Ned right? Is this a simulation?

"I- uh-" You couldn't formulate anything. The blonde lowered her sunglasses, showing you her pretty green orbs called eyes. She smirked after you still didn't respond. "Thought so." She lowered her head back down and lifted her sunglasses back up.

Once again, this left you stunned.

When you come back to earth, you finally manage words. "I- I didn't realize you wanted me to say-"

"No." She interrupts you with a smile. Her eyes closed under her sunglasses. "You didn't realize I was paying attention." This was true. You pulled your lips into a flat smile and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you. "I- uh, you're- you're right." You sheepishly looked to the pool to see everyone still safe and sound.

"I always am." You hear the blonde speak up to your left before a minute that feels like ten goes by when you turn towards her again. "Always right, huh?" You manage to say it with more confidence than you internally have.

The blonde opens her eyes and looks towards you. "Oh, it looks like someone found their voice, after all." She smirked and lifted herself onto her arms on the flat summer chair. Her clothed breast giving a little bounce at the action, making you gulp before words find you. "Y-yeah." You said with a wavering voice.

The blonde laughed. "Maybe I spoke too soon."

The more she talked, the longer you never wanted her to stop. So, as she went to lay down again, you spoke up. "What's your name?"

The blond tilted her head slightly. You still didn't deserve to see her eyes again, but the action of her staring under the frames at you again and again was intimidating.

And hot. And sexy.

Did I say intimidating?

"What's yours?" The blonde asked even though completely unaware to you she actually knew your name. Parents name. Social security number. Everything about you.

And as you would come to find out sometime in the future, the blonde wasn't on a mission for you. It just made her feel safer knowing the identities of everyone around her. Even if she was catching a dip at the country club her target was or wasn't at.

You smiled as she spoke to you and thoroughly answered her even though you asked first. "Y/n." You said.

The blonde smiled and lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her green eyes once again shining on you. "Natalie." She spoke. "Natalie." You repeated under your breath before looking out to the pool.

Yep, no one's drowning.

"That's a beautiful name." You said once you looked back at her. "Thanks," Natalie replied as she lifted the corners of her mouth and scrunched her face.

Fuck she was hot AND cute.

Meanwhile, Natalie, aka Natasha Romanoff, was scanning her eyes quickly over you for the hundredth time. She, too, thought you were cute, and including your mannerisms and how nervous you were was a weakness for attraction for someone like Natasha.

She enjoyed it a lot.

"So... what brings you by?" You asked earnestly, making the blonde laugh. "Seriously?" She replied back. "You might as well ask me if I 'come here often?'" Natalie had a point earning a sigh from you. "This isn't your first time flirting, is it?" Natasha then asked as she couldn't stop herself from teasing.

"That's not what I'm doing!" You exclaimed as if you could flirt this bad. Or good? Okay, so maybe it has been a while...

Natalie laughed. "Clearly." She leaned back in her chair. "But I'm here on business." The blonde finally answered you.

You looked at her tan skin and swimwear. "Some business." You chuckle with a little more confidence soaring through you as the pretty milf talked to you more and more.

Natalie looked down at her outfit. "Please. As if you don't mind that, this is my 'business' outfit. Remember, I've seen you staring." Natalie said with some pointed sass with a smile.

She knew how she looked in it.

You huffed. "Okay, yes, but you can't blame me." Natalie lightly laughed as she looked at you. Your gaze focuses on a group of spoiled teens entering the pool. "I never said I did."

You shook your head as you looked back to Natalie. "So, are you like an expert in flirting and being charming as hell?" The words fell from your mouth faster than you could stop them.

Natasha smiled. She loved it.

"That's not the only thing I'm an expert in," Natalie said as she stood up from her lounge chair and walked closer to your post.

Natasha's target had walked through the pool club doors.

Your eyes roamed Natalie as she stood next to you. Your eyes find hers once she brings them to your face. "What else are you an expert in?" You asked noticeably quieter.

Natalie looks at you. Her green eyes look over your lips and nose before stopping at your eyes. "James Bond trivia." She then smiles as you do the same before laughing.

"Oh, come on."

"What? It's true!" Natalie said as Natasha quickly noted the number of undercover guards around her target. Childs play honestly.

"Then I guess I'll have to take your word for it." You looked around the pool as Natalie stepped closer. "Yeah, you could do that..." Natasha doesn't know what came over her between her diving into the pool and this moment.

If you asked Nick Fury, it was a lapse of judgment and rules of engagement.

On the flip side, if you asked Laura Barton, she would tell you that Natasha needed to get laid.

"...Or you could come visit me tonight and see what else I might be an expert in. Maybe I could teach you some things."

Those words hit you like a horny ton of bricks. So much so that when you remember to breathe, Natalie is across the pool, rising out of the water in her wet white t-shirt with her swimsuit top bleeding through. She's gorgeous, and as she ascends to her feet, she looks back at you with a wink before being led to an older, important-looking man.

Her target.

Oh, she was definitely going to teach you some things, and none of them were about James Bond trivia or how the older man she spoke to that day went missing two days later.

So yes, shameless you were as you swiped through the pictures of Natalie that she saved on your phone after your night together, just as Warren Worthington the Third slipped under the water.

Don't worry, he survived.

dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics & @/cafekitsune

[michelle-is-writing]

The Dance, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 1.4k~

Warren never danced, and surely, he never went to any dances in general. Other than the fact that he had wings on his back that he wanted to hide, he never felt comfortable around other people. People in the schools he went to when he was younger were always so rude to him, which ultimately lead him to being lonely and without friends.

This all changed when he arrived at X-Mansion, or to be more professional, Xavier's school for the gifted youngsters. There, Warren met some of the greatest friends he could ever ask for, and at the same time, he met the woman he would picture forever with. Because of her, Warren grew confident and soon began to see his wings as something beautiful instead of fearsome. For once, he couldn't be happier.

This evening was the night of the dance that Xavier and Mystique had planned for all of the students to enjoy and have fun for a change. Between Warren and Scott, they believed they were the luckiest guys out of the entire world to have the women they loved. Scott had Jean, and Warren had (Y/n) - both couples being strong and wonderful in their own ways.

In preparation for the dance, Jean and (Y/n) had taken the liberty to go shopping for themselves and the boys. They both knew that Warren and Scott wouldn't know the first thing to look for when trying to find a tux, but thankfully, the women they loved did.

Jean had picked out a dark red dress for herself that was sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline and reached the floor with a silky pattern. The suit she bought for Scott had a dress shirt and tie to match the shade of her dress, and ironically, his glasses. Meanwhile, (Y/n) picked out a long-sleeved sparkly, navy blue dress for herself that had a v-neck and conformed to the shape of her body, accentuating her every curve until it flowed to the floor with a split in the side. Similar to Scott's tux, Warren's was black as well except for the white vest and navy blue dress shirt to match (Y/n)'s dress.

The dance was scheduled for seven, and so far, it was six-forty-five. Jean had long finished with her appearance and was currently laying in her boyfriend's arms, smiling as he twirled her straight hair between his fingers. Meanwhile, (Y/n) had yet to come out of her's and Warren's shared bedroom, leaving Warren to sit and wait in the hall with Scott and Jean.

As he sat on the maroon couch, he began thinking about everything going on. Tonight was the night he would be attending a dance for the first time in his life, and he would have his gorgeous girl with him. Just thinking about her made him smile, imagining what she might look like when she came out of their bedroom.

Both (Y/n) and Jean made the two boys get ready in Jean and Scott's bedroom so they would be surprised to see what the girls looked like after getting ready. It reminded Warren of two people getting married, and yet, he didn't grow scared or worried about the idea. Instead, he found himself pleased at the thought of marrying (Y/n) one day. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else in his life, and the love was returned ten-fold.

When the clock reached, 6:55, Warren grew a bit worried. "Jean," He stated his friend's name, looking over as she and Scott looked at his bedroom door as well. "Could you go maybe check on (Y/n) to see if anything is wrong?"

With a nod, Jean got up from her boyfriend's lap, Scott protesting the entire time, and went to head toward the room, only to stop herself as the door handle began to move. Now smiling, Jean looked over at Warren and spoke up. "I think everything is alright," She told him, knowing that he was going to be speechless upon seeing his girlfriend with her hair and makeup done to the nines.

Sure enough, Warren found himself choking on his words as the love of his life exited their room, her dress showing off every part of her body that was his favorite. Meanwhile, her hair was curled and pinned into an updo with smaller curls gracing her face. She had done her makeup to match the dress as well, dark blue eyeshadow in contrast to her perfect (e/c) irises while her smiling lips were painted with a sparkly peachy lipgloss. She was perfect.

Meanwhile, as Warren looked at her, (Y/n) looked at him with almost the same awestruck stare. She loved the way his hair was naturally curly, and she loved how it looked when it was cut to frame his face. (Y/n) also loved the way the suit looked on him, tight enough to show his muscles and firm body he prided himself on. However, what (Y/n) loved most was his wings that folded against his back, cleaned from any dirt in the feathers and soft from the constant care she showed them without expecting something back. He was perfect too.

"You look absolutely stunning," Warren complimented (Y/n), walking forward to wrap his arms around her. Blushing, she embraced him back and giggled as he ran a slightly rough hand against the material of her dress. "A million dollars couldn't even compare to you."

With that, (Y/n) laughed again and pulled back to face him. She loved the way he looked when he was happy, and right now, he was practically bursting with joy. She tried to do anything she could to keep him smiling, and she was always successful in all of her efforts without fail. What she didn't realize was that all she'd have to do is be around Warren and he'd be happy.

"You look amazing too," (Y/n) told Warren, making him blush like her mere seconds ago. Her words always did this to him. "Ravishing, if I must say."

"We're still here," Scott interrupted the sweet moment between the two, smirking. Jean was quick to hit his shoulder with a smile before dragging him off to the area of the mansion where the dance would be held. This left Warren and (Y/n) to themselves as they resumed staring at each other, gently laughing as a few seconds passed.

"Although, I do need you to do one thing for me," (Y/n) admitted, turning around in Warren's hold. His eyes quickly caught the half-way-up zipper and smiled to himself, knowing what she was wanting. "Could you fix it for me?"

Without another second passing, Warren took the zipper into his hands and gently pushed it up until it reached the top, watching as the dark blue material molded against her back perfectly. He couldn't help but take the chance to wrap his arms around (Y/n) from behind when he finished, her cheeks blushing even darker as her back rested against Warren's firm chest. Her head gently rolled to the side as she felt him lean over and delicately kiss her cheek, his soft lips lingering there as he spoke up.

"I don't know how you'll react to this, but I have to get it off my chest," Warren began, watching as she tilted her head up at him with a raised eyebrow. She looked adorable when she was curious, and Warren couldn't help but swoon at this.

Leaning close to her ear, he gently rested his chin on her shoulder while nuzzling his nose into her neck, careful not to mess with her intricate curls while doing so. (Y/n) anticipated his next words with a mix of excitement and worry, hoping the confession about to leave his lips would be a good one.

"You, my love," Warren emphasized, lightly swaying her in his hold. "You are going to be the woman I marry."

In response to his words, (Y/n) felt her heart clench with love, her unbreakable smile growing as tears laced her now closed eyes. Warren noticed this and continued smiling, holding her to him with his wings mindlessly moving to surround the two in their own world. (Y/n) truly loved this man with all her heart, and once again, the love was returned tenfold.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

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

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

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re kidding.”

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

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

[reapers-lover]

Pumpkin seeds

Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader

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

...

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

Word count: 490

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

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

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

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

He sighed chuckling again then finally followed you home.

…

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

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

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

You laid down the last paper and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

[ao3feed-danielsousa]

Doesn't Mean They're Lost Forever

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXEnM9y

by lizziesromanova

An Au set in a Marvel/Aos/Xmen universe where Y/n discovers that there have been unknown guests living in her house... and she's now determined to make everything okay for them.

Words: 16158, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey, Scott Lang, Scott Summers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Moira MacTaggert, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe | Bloodstorm, Hank McCoy, Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Colossus, Bobby Drake, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, Alex Summers, Warren Worthington II, Nathaniel Malick, Wade Wilson, Lorna Dane, Toad (X-Men), Pyro, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hope Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jeffrey Mace, Holden Radcliffe, Daniel Sousa, Wong (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Moira MacTaggert/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Additional Tags: Protective Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Teen Jean Grey, Jean Grey Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - College/University

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXEnM9y

[x-childish-x]

Could you write a fluffy Warren Worthington III x nb!reader piece where some mutual pining is going on between them and they end up getting caught under the mistletoe together during Christmas time. They both pretend its fine because they're friends and it's tradition, but yeah, things get a little more intimate than expected. Maybe someone that's outside the relationship makes a joke or smth, idk.

Christmas Spirit

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x nb!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: mutual pining, flirting, crushes, fluff, teasing, steamy makeout

Word Count: 1,002

A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this request! It's the first Christmas one! I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it! I appreciate you all so much! I really enjoyed writing this. Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you for all the support and love! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Also, yay to our first Warren Worthington fic!

Summary: After spending hours decorating the X-Mansion with your best friends, you find yourself under the mistletoe with none other than Warren.

(gif not mine!)

Christmas time was one of, if not your favorite time of year. You, Peter, Ororo, Jean, and Kurt had been decorating the mansion the entire day. To absolutely no one's surprise, both Scott and Warren seemed to be absolute Grinches. But despite their apparent despising of the holiday, they followed the five of you around the mansion, watching you all excitedly decorate the place.

Christmas music played throughout the entire mansion, causing you and Ororo to stop decorating and break out into song more often than not. As much as you had tried, you couldn't contain the excitement that you felt. How much better could it be? You were decorating your home with your best friends as your favorite songs rang throughout the halls... you couldn't possibly think of anything that could make this any better.

Well, except for one thing. Your gaze fell onto Warren, who seemed to already be watching you. The knowledge that Warren had been watching you caused your cheeks to flush as you looked back down at the garland you were currently wrapping and hanging around one of the many banisters in the mansion. Warren and you... that was a long, complicated story.

Ever since he returned with Ororo after the battle against Apocalypse, you'd were both utterly and obviously in love with one another, even though you'd both always deny it. And let's not even get started on the endless flirting you two would attempt. Despite both Jean and Ororo constantly trying to get you to tell Warren, you knew you never could.

He was a tease. He was too playful for his own good, and you knew that meant he didn't genuinely like you. You hear Warren and Scott laugh lightly at the sight of Peter running up the walls to hang mistletoe on the roof. You smiled widely. This was not only your home, but it was your family, and you were beyond happy you were getting to decorate with them.

A few hours and many decorations later, you all stood in the last hallway, finishing the decorations once and for all. You smiled as you watched Jean direct Kurt and Peter around as you stood off to the side. You'd been put on garland/light duty with Ororo, and of course, you two have finished quickly.

"Hey," Warren spoke softly, nudging you as he stood beside you, "You did a really nice job."

"You think so?" You asked, sparing a glance at him.

Warren nodded, "You can tell that you're putting genuine thought and care into your decorating."

"Thank you."

You could feel your insides swelling with happiness at Warren's comment as you looked around. The mansion truly looked beautiful. Garland, lights, ornaments, and various other decorations scattered the entire home in a beautiful fashion that made you swell and warm up with pure Christmas joy.

A gust of wind blew past your back, and you spun around, looking to see what Peter had been up to when suddenly his voice appeared behind you, "Oooh!! Warren, (Y/n)!! You're under the mistletoe!"

At the same time, Warren and you looked up, and sure enough, there was mistletoe hanging right above where the two of you stood. A glare formed on your face as you turned to look at Peter, who was smiling widely at you. Which, as you looked around at the rest of your friends, you noticed matched many others' expressions as well. How long had they planned this out for?

"I mean..." Warren cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm down if you are."

"What?" You gasped, turning to look at Warren. He shrugged with a small smile, "You are?!"

Warren nodded, "It's tradition."

"Well..." You mumbled, looking at Ororo and Jean, who gave you a thumbs-up behind Warren's back, "You better get on it then."

Warren laughed softly at your teasing, sassy attitude and immediately pulled you into him by your waist. The feeling of his hands encasing your waist set fire to your body, nerves like you'd never felt before. However, you did your best to shove your nerves down as you locked eyes with Warren and prepared yourself for the kiss.

The moment your lips touched, you knew it was so much more than just a simple little kiss. It felt like your soul was finally uniting with your other half, and you were quickly losing yourself in the kiss. Your hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Warren seemed to be feeling the same as you were. One of his hands moved to caress your face while the other pulled you flush against him.

Right as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip, Scott had to be Scott and ruin the moment, "Geez! The tradition is to kiss, not make babies!"

Warren and you quickly separated from one another, your cheeks blazing as you refused to fully let go of one another. You could hear Ororo and Jean squealing, surely about your kiss, while Scott, Kurt, and Peter groaned about the two 'lovebirds'. You smiled, shaking your head at the outcome of decorating.

"We should probably go talk about this," You whispered to Warren, smiling widely.

He nodded quickly, "Definitely. Let's go talk."

"Talk, my ass," Peter scoffed, squinting at the both of you, "More like talk into each other's mouths."

"Hey, Peter," You smiled, allowing Warren to pull you into his chest, "That one didn't land."

"Yea, yea," Peter nodded, his face reddening as he admitted defeat, "Sounded good in my head... then it was just word vomit."

Warren chuckled as he kissed the side of your head, "It's the thought that counts, buddy."

"How is it that you two just made out in front of all of us, and I'm the one being teased?" Peter pouted.

"Because," Jean laughed softly, as she walked towards Scott, "We've all been waiting for this for months."

Kurt smiled as he pats Peter's shoulder, smiling over at you and Warren, "It was the Christmas spirit!"

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[autistic-and-radical]

Meeting and falling in love with Warren Worthington III would include:

A/N: Birb boah (lemme know if someone gets this reference) I've been breeding peacock pigeons for two years so I have sentiment for our Arch-Pigeon

Pairing: Warren Worthington The Third x Mutant! reader

Summary: You were fighting with Apocalypse in Cairo. You thought that Warren was dead. When he comes to Chalres' school, let's say, you don't give him a very nice welcoming. As much as you hate it, you start to fall in love with his blonde locks and baby blue eyes.

Warnings: Swearing, teasing (non-sexual), mentions of alcohol and fighting, Warren being Warren

Let's be honest

Your feelings towards the Horsemen of Apocalypse weren't too warm.

Even to Ororo, right after she came to your school

But surprisingly you two get along pretty well.

After a battle in Cairo, you couldn't believe that Psylocke nor Archangel could survive

You were wrong.

He was VERY alive

So was Alex but that's completely another story

One day you were just hangin' around school, looking for your friends when suddenly you saw a pair of... Wings?

Feather wings?!

That was quite a shock for you

For everyone, expect Charles

The bastard knew about Warren joining his school the second Worthington got back to America

Don't ask me how, I don't know either.

Anyways

When you saw him, your jaw dropped.

Not only because he wasn't dead, but he was also handsome as hell (oh dear, here we go)

You kind of attacked him...

Like

You literally jumped on him, pinned him down to the floor with murder in your eyes.

"I'm also happy to see you again, Y/N"

He says with a stupid smirk on his angelic face

What a-

And right at this moment Charles wheels in

"what is happening in here?"

His face is like

"I could've expected this reaction"

He explains to you why Warren is here and tells you to try to ignore the fact that one of the Horsemen of Apocalypse is in your school and in your class

And you swallowed it. Hardly, but you did.

THAT WAS HELL

Warren's #1 goal was to annoy the shit out of you

or you thought so

In class, no matter how far away from each other you two sat, he always found a way to irritate you.

Mostly he just tickles your cheek with his feathers, because "he's stretching"

Yea, sure, bird boy

But sometimes he literally slaps you with his wing

and he's like

"Oops, didn't see you there, Y/N/N"

When you finally decide to move your seat, he throws paper balls at you, kicks your chair's leg while he's walking by just to make you fall (for him lmfao) or he thinks up some verbal games just to make you blush.

What a little shit-

You will never admit it, but you like the way that all of his attention is on you.

After a few weeks, he got bolder and he flirted with you shamelessly

Did you like it? Yes.

Did you like him? Also yes

But you'd never say that out loud

You slowly started to realize that you're falling for him, as much as you hated it

One day, in your dorm, he came to you as usual and just laid on your bed

But between his jokes and endless teasing, he said one sentence that caught your attention

"You have very beautiful lips, Y/N/N"

Your heart stopped

You cleared your throat and tried to form a proper word

"I- What? W-what do you mean...?

"this, you dumbass*

He gets up and kisses you passionately but with slight hesitation at first.

When you kiss back, he loosens up and pins you to the wall

After the kiss, you both try to catch your breath, but he still tries to tease you

"so, Y/N, I think you know by now that I love you, and I'm 100% sure you love me too"

He says with a playful smirk

"I do, you idiot"

[make-me-imagine]

Change of Heart

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 24 - Enemies to Lovers /or/ Lovers to Enemies

*This is specifically 'Lovers to Enemies to Lovers.'

Pairing: Warren Worthington "Angel" x G!N Reader

Warnings: Fighting/Violence. Injuries. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/Ns: **I’m not sure how old Warren is supposed to be in Apocalypse, but for the purpose of this fic, he is above the age of 18; preferably in his early-mid 20’s. ***Readers mutation is the ability to manipulate plants, like vines, branches, etc. A fitting hero-name would be “Root” lol. ****I don’t think anyone actually called him “Apocalypse” in the film, but I referred to him that way anyways, cause I’m not sure what else I should call him. He referred to himself with multiple names but no one really knew them throughout lol.

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Your whole world seemed to freeze in that moment, when you laid your eyes on him. He was so different. His hair shaved, the sides of his head tattooed, his feathered wings were gone, and replaced by tall and sharp cascading metal wings. The look in his eyes was one of rage and power as he chased after Kurt into the pyramid.

You wanted to cry out to him, to scream his name, to tell him you were there. But all that came out was a desperate whisper, “Warren.”

What had happened to him that changed him so much? Kurt had mentioned a winged man he was forced to fight in Europe. Part of you thought it was Warren, but you weren’t sure until now. Is that what changed him? Made him hateful enough to fight alongside a destroyer of worlds? Your enemy. He was now your enemy. Was he? The thought made your heart ache.

As lightning rang down around you, you were brought out of your thoughts. Turning to the mutant in front of you. Warren would have to wait. You needed to help your friends.

~ ~ ~ Three Years Earlier ~ ~ ~

“I don’t understand, Warren.” Tears threatened to spill as you stared at him, you saw tears in his own eyes as he looked back at you.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He repeated, letting out a shaky breath.

“Do what? Warren, I don’t understand!” You said, your voice desperate as you took a step closer to him “You said you loved me, and now what, you- you want to break up? To end what we’ve worked so hard for, why? Tell me, I at least deserve that much!”

He let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair “I- I just. It’s too much, I can’t. I’m not-” He muttered out, unsure of what to do or say. Letting out an angry groan he smacked his hand against the table.

Warren was distant, private. It took a lot for him to let you into his life, to let you see through the anger and pain. But you stayed through all of it and you loved him nonetheless. But he was afraid again, building up the walls you thought you helped him tear down. But this time he was building them up to shut you out.

Neither of you had a home, or a family, until you found each other. Eventually that was all you needed. You’d talk of all the places you would go together. You even talked about a school for mutants like you that you had heard about. You thought about going, just to check it out. You were probably too old to be students, but maybe they’d let you stay. It was a place you’d be accepted for what you were.

You weren’t sure when he began to pull away from you, or why. Maybe it was his fear of commitment, or his fear of abandonment. But suddenly, one day, he seemed to distance himself. But you wouldn’t let him go without a fight. You promised each other you’d never let each other be alone.

He looked at you with soft eyes but you saw the fear behind them. “I love you Warren.” You said as you took a step closer to him “I will back off if you want me too, but I need you to know that I will always love you. And you can’t push that away, no matter how hard you try.”

A tear slid down his cheek and he brushed it away roughly, and shook his head “I can’t make you happy Y/n, you know that.”

You shook your head “I am happy Warren. With you. I love you.”

“No, stop saying that!” He yelled suddenly as he turned away from you “Stop.” He whispered.

“I won’t.” You said as you took another step closer “You can fight me all you want, but I won’t stop saying that I love you Warren.”

“Well I don’t love you!” He yelled as he turned to face you.

The anger on his face was only a facade. You could see the regret, the guilt, the pain behind his eyes. You shook your head “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” He said as his face became stoic, though his eyes remained pained. “I don’t love you.” He repeated, as though trying desperately to convince himself, to make it true. And you felt your heart break. “You need to be happy with someone else.”Suddenly he moved past you, and out the door, leaving you alone.

The silence of your apartment became louder the longer you stood there, still, for what felt like hours. Tears fell, dried up, and fell again. And he never came back.

You waited for him for weeks, but he didn’t come back. He disappeared and you had no idea where he went. He had left you alone. He had broken his promise.

Knowing nothing else to do, you left. Your home was not a home anymore, not without his presence. Eventually, you made your way to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You thought it was a long shot that you’d find anything there. But you did. And much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay. And you were not alone anymore.

You never forgot Warren. You would never forget him, or stop loving him. And you held the hope that one day you would see him again. And that maybe, he would still love you too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After Kurt got the others on the jet, ready to leave, he came back for you. As he went to grab you, you stepped away, your eyes on Warren who began to stir after Kurt had knocked him out.

Kurt looked from you and to Warren. He turned back to you “He is the one?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. You had told him briefly of Warren after you questioned him about the winged man he fought in Munich. “Go.” You muttered and Kurt shook his head in protest. “Go!” You yelled and Kurt stepped back before reluctantly going back to the jet.

As Warren used his wings to escape where he was trapped he began to fly towards the jet. “Warren!” You yelled, your voice emitting a sense of strength you weren’t really expecting.

Spinning around, the look of anger on his face dissipated into surprise the second he saw you standing on the battlefield. As he dropped to the ground, you stared at him, your eyes glancing past him only for a moment as you saw one of the other mutants making her way to the jet. You worried for your friends, but you had to stop Warren now.

“Y/n?” His voice came out softer than you expected, as you saw an array of emotions pass across his face as he looked at you. The anger on his face was replaced by shock.

“What happened to you?” You asked as you looked him over once again.

He stared at you before taking a breath and shaking his head and stretching out his arms, his wings flexing out as he did so “I evolved. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.” A smile formed on his face, as he took a step towards you and reached out his hand “I can't believe you're here." He let out a surprised laugh. "Join us, Y/n. We can finally live in a world where we are not hunted.”

You shook your head and took a step back, making him falter, his face falling. “No, Warren. This isn’t you. You are kind, compassionate, a protector, not a soldier. Not a killer.”

He grimaced, shaking his head. “Then you don’t know me.”

A sad smile formed on your face “You’re right. Maybe I don’t anymore.” You saw his mouth twitch as he frowned a bit “But I do know who you were once. You were the love of my life.” This made him falter a bit. “But now, you’re my enemy.” The last words hurt you to say, but you needed to wound him, to get under his skin. To break down the walls he had put up again. The ones that were now controlled by a power hungry wannabe God.

“You wont fight me.” He said as he shook his head letting out a dry laugh. He truly believed you wouldn’t, believed you couldn’t.

An angry smirk crossed your face “ Then I guess you don’t know me anymore either.”

You saw something akin to surprise cross his face before you used your powers. Using your energy to reach down into the Earth, you brought all of the roots, and plant-life underground together. Throwing your hands up in the air, the now large and strong roots shot through the round, hitting Warren and throwing him up into the air.

You saw shock cross his face as this happened, before he became defensive and used his sharp wings to cut at the roots. You continued to bring root after root up, re-forming them each time they were destroyed as you tried to pin him down.

You had seen the jet crash, and hoped that your friends made it out. Part of you knew they must have. Kurt would have gotten them out. You had to believe that.

Warren continued to dodge the roots and slice at them as he tried to make his way closer to you. He was surprised at your strength. These powers were nothing like what you used to be able to do. And the anger and power in your eyes was different to any he had seen in them before. Part of him felt guilty, because he was sure it was because of him.

Spinning around, he cut through the roots in front of you before reaching out and grabbing you. You let out a small gasp as he pushed up, flying up into the air, bringing you with him.

He couldn’t help the memory that flooded back of the first time he took you flying. You were scared, but you laughed through the fear, as you held on to him. He remembered promising he would keep you safe, that he would never drop you or let you fall.

Now, as you looked at him with disdain, looked at him as an enemy, he was unsure of what to do. “Please Y/n.” He said, his voice desperate. You grabbed onto his arms tightly as he held you close to him. “Come with me.”

He felt his heart ache as a tear slid down your face. The memory of him leaving coming back to his mind. He meant to come back to you. He did. But he was taken before he ever could. But he was sure you thought he had abandoned you for these past three years.

“No.” You muttered out and shook your head. “Look around you Warren. Look at all the pain you are helping him cause.”

Warren glanced around him, seeing the destruction of a city that was once full of people. Looking back at you, he tried to push down the guilt that was rising. “We are building a better world.” He said, trying to force himself to believe what Apocalypse had told him.

“No Warren, you’re destroying it.” You said with desperation. “I won’t help you destroy it. Because it’s the world that brought us together.” Warren took in a shaky breath as you spoke “I love that world Warren. Even through all it’s faults, it brought me, you. And we fought for that, together. Don’t you remember?” Your voice was soft as you spoke, desperate for him to remember.

He shook his head “It was also the world that tore us apart.” He muttered out, disdain filling his voice.

You shook your head now, part of you giving up. You could hear Charles’s name being roared out by the man you came to beat. You couldn’t let them fight him alone. Meeting Warren’s eyes you were afraid that the Warren you loved was gone.

“No Warren. You are the one that tore us apart.” As you said this, you saw pain pass over his face “You may not be willing to fight for this world Warren but I am. I am willing to fight for my friends, just as I was once willing to fight for you. The way I thought you were once willing to fight for me.”

As Warren stared at you, he was caught off guard when more of your roots rose up between the two of you. They wrapped around his wings and pulled him back, as you ripped yourself away from his grip.

Warren felt his heart stop when you fell from his grip and towards the ground. Your eyes met his as he reached out for you, though you were too far away. Suddenly, your roots wrapped around you as you safely landed on the ground, catching yourself with your powers. As Warren felt relief rush through him, he was yanked to the ground harshly by your roots, and pinned down.

You refused to look back at Warren as you ran to your friends. You swallowed your pain and let your anger take over to make you stronger. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Erik was now on your side once again as he tried to penetrate the shield surrounding the destructive and corrupt mutant.

Using your powers, you brought roots up through the ground below him and began to wrap him in them. You saw the others look your way in surprise. Seeing through the shield surrounding Apocalypse his eyes snapped to you, and you saw the anger in them. You met his eyes in return and glared, refusing to back down. He was the one who corrupted Warren. You needed to use that anger.

Reaching out his hand he tried to throw you back, but you used roots to keep you to the ground, as they wrapped around your legs. You groaned out as you controlled the roots in the ground to grab his hands and pull them down. He roared out in anger as he glared at you. You felt the Earth beneath you begin to rise up, cocooning your legs and slowly inching up your body.

The roots pinning Warren down suddenly disappeared back into the ground. Warren let out a groan as the pressure on his body was released. Hearing the sound of the fight in the distance he quickly lifted off and made his way there.

As he flew over head, he saw you taking on Apocalypse. Your roots grabbing and pulling at him stopping him from using his full power. As he glanced at you, he saw the ground rising up, beginning to swallow you. But you continued to fight, to use your strength to fight him off, even if you knew it was useless.

Hearing you cry out as you made more roots break through the ground, rushing at Apocalypse he was almost awed by your power and willingness to die fighting. And as Apocalypse began to move towards you Warren felt not only fear fill him, but anger. And it seemed that all at once, realization rushed over him. He was wrong. This was wrong.

As he saw Apocalypse continue towards you, he shot down with all the speed he could. Apocalypse reached out towards you, as your arms were swallowed up by the rising Earth. Your strength escaped you as it became hard to breathe, your roots turning to nothing.

He smirked at you, at the fear in your eyes, and just as he was about to kill you, a flash of metal landed in front of him as three metal spikes flew out and into his chest. Staggered back in surprise he looked up to see Warren in front of you, glaring at him.

Apocalypse let out a disappointed sigh before anger covered his face “You betray me, just as he has?” He said, gesturing to Erik who was now watching from above.

He looked at Apocalypse and straightened up “I’m done fighting for you. For this” He said, gesturing around. “It’s wrong. And I should have seen it. But I didn’t. Not until it was too late.” Warren swallowed before looking back at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Apocalypse looked behind Warren and to you before he smirked “Ahh.” He let out and Warren looked back at him “You are betraying me for them?” Warren swallowed as Apocalypse's smirk turned to a frown “Useless.”

Raising his hand, the Earth tightened around you more, making you gasp out in pain. Warren looked back at you before quickly moving towards Apocalypse “No!”

Apocalypse caught Warren by the throat and glared into his eyes “Love is weakness.”

Warren grabbed at Apocalypse and gasped out, his mind flashing back to you, and all the times he remembered loving you. All the times he fought for you, all the times he held you in his arms and knew everything would be okay.

“You’re wrong. Love is what made me strong.” Flexing his wings inwards, he stabbed them through Apocalypse's shoulders and pushed him back, throwing him, causing him to drop Warren. Apocalypse yelled out and used his powers to throw Warren harshly against the wall, knocking him out as his head smacked the concrete, before fusing him with it as he did with Scott.

You watched in fear, staring at Warren, wishing you could speak with him one last time. But as you watched Jean walk out of the torn down building, her feet stepping on air, you sensed a power coming from her that you had never felt. Erik pinned Apocalypse down, and he began to try and teleport away. But as the elemental turned on him too, he was left defenseless. You watched as he wasted away from Jean’s power. Your body being freed as he began to die.

When everything stopped, and he was gone, you ran over to Warren, who had fallen to the ground. Moving his head into your lap, you stared down at him and gently stroked his face. He had come back to you. He had come back to save you.

- - - - -

After explaining to Charles about Warren, and your past with him. You told him that he betrayed Apocalypse to save you. Charles was more than willing to give Warren a second chance. Just as he was giving to Ororo.

You wondered if he would take it, as you watched his sleeping figure in the hospital bed. The wound to his head caused him to remain unconscious for a few days. His wings were draped underneath him, wrapped in fabric so as to not scratch his skin. As the school was being rebuilt, you stayed in the hospital with him, waiting for him to wake. And when he finally did, you prepared yourself for him to try and run again.

After he opened his eyes, he looked around the room, his eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting by his bedside, and had a soft smile on your face. His heart immediately began to hammer in his chest when he saw you. You were here, sitting by his side, and he wasn’t sure what to do, or say.

You could see the hesitation on his face when he saw you, so you smiled at him, and spoke softly “Hello Warren.”

More than anything, he was surprised he was alive, as well as you. Did that mean... “What happened?” He finally asked.

“He’s dead.” You said softly and you saw the surprise cross his face “Ororo turned on him too, and helped us. He’s gone, Warren. We won.”

He nodded his head, unsure of how to react. “What’s going to happen now?”

You leaned forward, leaning your elbows on his bedside, he looked at you and studied your face. His eyes caught on the various cuts and bruises, and he felt guilt rush through him. “I told Professor Xavier about you, about us. And how you saved me, and helped us fight in the end. So, just as he is giving Ororo a second chance, he is giving you one too.”

Warren sat up, letting his wings stretch out a bit, the fabric falling from them. His eyes caught on the metal, and he was almost surprised to see they were still there. He looked back at you, “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you know that he’s the head of that school we talked about?” He nodded and you continued “That’s where I was, where I went after you left.” You saw guilt cross his face and quickly continued “It was destroyed after he took Charles, but it’s being rebuilt. And he is offering a place there for you. With me. If you want it.”

Warren felt various emotions pass through him as you spoke. You had been at the school, you were there when he was. He was so close and he didn’t even know it. And now, even though he tried to help destroy the world, he was getting another chance. You were giving him another chance.

“I-I don’t deserve it.” He said softly, and you saw the pain in his eyes, the guilt. “After what I did...to all of those people, to- to you.”

“You didn’t hurt anyone Warren, Apocalypse did.”

“But I let him. And I-” He let out a desperate sigh.

Reaching over, you grabbed his hands, clearly catching him off guard. “Warren. I know you feel guilty about the part you played. But you were manipulated. Made to believe what you were doing was for the better. You had been hurt by a world you should have been able to live in peacefully. So you fought to change it. But because you felt that guilt, you changed your mind. Turned on him, helped us to defeat him. And now the world is different because of it. They can see now, that we wanted to save it.”

Warren stared down at your hands as you held his. It reminded him of the years before, when you had been together, happy. He remembered the first thing that came to his mind when Apocalypse told him of his plan.

“I planned to find you.” He said suddenly, softly. He glanced up at you, and saw the questioning gaze in your eyes. “He promised us a new world, where mutants would be on top, we wouldn’t be hunted or hated anymore. And I thought...that after that world was created, I would find you. I believed you would survive, and I would...we would...have another chance. But when I saw you there, fighting against it, I was so unsure of what to do. And then...he was going to kill you. And I realized that if he won, you wouldn’t be there anymore. And the only thing I really wanted would be gone. A world without you wouldn’t be worth living in.” He finished looking over at you, and seeing the small tears forming in your eyes he let out a sad scoff “I always make you cry.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you wiped away the tears. “Yeah well, this time it’s not a bad thing. Because you are good Warren. No matter the reason you did what you did, you helped to fix it…. and you deserve a second chance. You do deserve it Warren.”

He shook his head a bit and felt tears welling in his own eyes as he looked at you, desperate “But I don’t deserve you. Not anymore.”

You moved to sit on the bed beside him, looking into his eyes you shook your head “I think I’m the one who gets to decide that Warren.” You reached out and placed your hands on his face. He let out a soft breath as he pressed into your palms, desperate for the touch of your hands again. “I love you Warren.” His eyes shot to yours, and you saw the shock cross his face “I do. I told you I would never stop, and I haven’t, I won’t.”

Warren felt as though his chest was going to burst as a tear escaped, streaking down his face, and stopping as it hit your hand. “Why?”

You smiled sadly at him “Because I remember how we were. I remember how you made me feel, and who you are in here.” You pulled your hands away from his face, moving one hand to point at his heart. “I don’t know what happened after you left, how you got to Munich, how you got involved with Apocalypse, but I do know that who I am looking at here, the one who risked his life to save me, is the same man I fell in love with. He is still here, and he is still worthy of love and happiness.” As another tear escaped his eye you reached up and wiped it away.

“I lied.” He said suddenly “That day I left, when I said I didn’t love you anymore.”

You smiled softly “I know.”

“I loved you so much, but I was so afraid, I don’t even remember of what anymore. But I loved you. I still do. So much.” His voice was almost breathless as he spoke. He reached out and placed his hand on your face, his thumb gently stroking over your lips.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his, and you both breathed in. “Please stay Warren.” You asked.

Part of Warren was telling him to leave, to run, telling him he would hurt you again. But he pushed it away, because he knew that he would only regret it, that it would destroy him. “I’ll stay.” He breathed out, and felt as though a heavy weight was lifted off of him “I’ll stay.” He repeated, barely audible.

You smiled “You’ll love it at the school Warren, I promise.”

He met your eyes, and felt himself smile, a true smile for the first time in ages. He stroked your face again, “As long as you’re there.” He said and you nodded.

His eyes grazed over your lips and he found himself pulling your face to his as he kissed you. It was a desperate and loving kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. Finally able to hold you again, something he feared for so long he might never get to do again. And for the first time in a long time, he felt that things would be okay again. As long as he had you.

xx End xx

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Masterlist

Last updated: 10/21 /2022

Newest fic - 🌙

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I’ve been writing a lot more so I thought I’d put together this masterlist for all of y’all! (I made all the collages myself!)

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Angst 💔

⚡️Peter Maximoff⚡️

💫 Series

✨ Oneshots/Headcannons: 

🌙 Steven Grant 🌙

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Sleepy Mornings: Steven convinces you to skip work and spend the morning cuddling him

Just a kiss: Steven finally gets to kiss you

Secret*: after overstimulating Steven you find out he has a mommy kink

🌙Marc Spector 🌙

After Hours with You: You paint Marc’s nails while you both enjoy a rom com

Touch Ups: Marc tries to fix his nail polish that he accidentally ruined (Pt. 2 to after hours with you)

At Last: Pt 2 to Secret, it’s Marc’s turn

🔎 Colin Zabel 🔎

💫 Series

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

🌼Kyle Spencer🌼

Kyle Spencer Blurb

Finger Painting With Kyle

🎧 Cooper Day 🎧

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Being Cooper’s First kiss: Headcannons about what it was like being Cooper’s first kiss

Shut up: You had been in love with Cooper ever since you were kids. One day when he’s talking about Emily you just snap and accidentally confess your feelings for him.

Coopers favorite things to collect

Right handed or left handed

💥 Warren Lipka 💥

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Take me Home Tonight: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Masterpiece: While look at a particular artwork in a museum you encounter a mysterious man. One whose charm blinds you to his true motives

Lifeguard on duty: Warren was supposed to be looking for a summer job but when he sees you on the beach he decides to become a lifeguard. And hopefully confess his feelings for you

Cuddling with Warren Blurb

📷 Charles (Safelight) 📷

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons

Strangers: A oneshot based off the movie Safelight with Evan Peters. In which the reader asks Charles if he’d like to slow dance with them.

🐍 Loki Laufeyson 🐍

✨Oneshots/Headcannons

Proposing to Loki

Loki Falling for a Cheery Reader

Loki with A Mortal Reader

Horned Brothers: headcannons about Loki petting all the goats at the petting zoo

Undivided Attention:* lately you’d been spending all your time with Thor as his royal advisor so you decided to make it up to Loki. Letting him remind you who you belong to

Fly with me*: You are a flight attendant on the plane with Loki, after flirting back and forth you guys decide to have some fun in the airplane bathroom.

Madam A God Does Not Plead*: You overstimulate loki until he breaks and begs you for his release

A New Beginning: You are a TVA agent trying to capture Loki after his escape. You find him sitting alone after watching his whole life end on the projector and instead of arresting him you comfort him

Our Last Summer: While at the TVA Loki finds one more memory that they tried to hide from him. Based on the ABBA song our last summer

⭐️ Bucky Barnes ⭐️

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Dating Bucky Barnes would Include

🎸 Warren Worthington the Third🎸

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Beautiful - you and your boyfriend are on a break but he still asks you to come to his band’s show. You agree and unexpectedly bump into someone.

Warren Worthington With a Praise Kink*

💕 The Evans 💕

How the Evans kiss

The Evans with a Hispanic/ Latinx reader

The Evans Favorite Halloween Candies

Mother’s Day: Headcannons about how the Evans and your kids treat the reader on Mother’s Day

Cockwarming with the Evans pt.1*

Cockwarming with the Evans pt. 2*

Pegging the Evans*

Pegging the Evans pt. 2

💙 Adrian Chase (Vigilante)💙

Man I love you: Adrian chase accidentally says I love you for the first time

Adrian buying snacks for you in his vigilante costume

💛 Other Works 💛

Christmas in July Requests🎄❤️🎁

300 Follower Celebration Requests 💛

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow: You plan to leave James after realizing you are no longer happy at the hotel. But you can't bring yourself to tell him (James March x reader)

Close:* precut Kai Anderson smut

A Good Host:* You and Kit are having friends over for dinner but he can’t wait till it’s over. So he decides to have his fun with you during dinner (kit walker x reader smut)

Be A Good Boy: Mobius smut

Love me, love me, love me: Druig calls on you but his request is one you can’t accept, but he won’t let you refuse it either

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Piercings

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: ok hear me out, the mother nature character is innocent and all, but what if she low key had some crazy secret like she has nipple piercings or something crazy like that. and the gang find out bc jubilee was there the day she got em or maybe warren finds out when they’re making out and he feels them. idk just a thought

Warnings: sex/smut —everyone in this story is 18+— nipple piercings, nudity, and language

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: usually Mother Nature is very sweet and innocent, but we can indulge in some spice, as a treat. Also I didn’t really mention her eye color or mutation because it wasn’t too relevant for the story! Enjoy!

Other Warren works here!

All he could think about was how she’d taste on his tongue. How the only coherent thought running through his head would be to explore her body like an undiscovered corner of the galaxy. 

How her grip on his hair would tighten as she got lost in the euphoric feeling of his mouth. Or how the bruises on his body from the latest mission would be identical to the ones she gave him. 

He practically ran up to her, kissing her hello. She could feel his smile against her lips as he kissed her. He hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go— his hands traveling a little lower than usual. 

“Later,” She whispered. “You stink.” 

He smiled and patted her head, telling her he wouldn’t take long. 

Warren rushed through his shower, thinking about her— how much he’d missed her, craved her— just being in the same room as her satisfied his need for her, even if only for a little bit. 

His cock was already hard just thinking about her. He groaned, water pounding down on him. He wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly moving up and down. Thinking about her.

Her voice, how he could listen to her speak for hours without getting tired of listening, and how she made the prettiest noises when they fucked.

He shivered at the thought of her, whining and moaning, begging for him. 

Her face— how he’d kissed it a million times before, and he would do it again. How she would bite down on her lip so hard, trying to stifle moans, it would sometimes bleed. Or how her head fell back— her eyes closed, hips bucking towards him, her breathing rapid— he’d do anything to see her like that, for she was always beautiful, putting all of nature in its beauty to shame.

His mind flashed back to his hand on his cock. He bit his lip in frustration, wanting to edge himself on and finish, but he knew waiting for her would be better than his hand in the shower. 

She was laying on the bed, propped up against his pillows, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. 

Warren stepped out of the bathroom only in his underwear. He laid down on the bed, his thighs spread over hers, lightly straddling her. 

“Hi,” He whispered.

She tore her gaze from her phone and looked at his face— lips pouting, eyes tired, damp strands of hair framing his face. She set her phone aside and kissed his lips, finally greeting him. His hands lazily grabbed on to her hips. 

As their kisses deepened, his grip on her hips tightened and traveled upward. She sighed in pleasure. 

He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip. (Y/N) let him in her mouth and they became nothing short of in sync.  He tugged on the hem of her shirt, causing them to break apart for a moment so she could slip it off. 

“Want me to take my bra off?” She asked, eyes shining.

“If you want to.” Warren didn’t want to seem desperate and forceful.

“Just so you know—” She reached her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. “—My nipples are like, really sensitive, so just, be careful with them.” 

“Oh, okay. That’s fine.” Warren wanted to know why, but he wasn’t going to push. “Just tell me if I get too aggressive.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that I just—” Her bra fell down, exposing her breasts. Warren’s gaze fell to them immediately. 

They were beautiful. Her whole body was, but his gaze was stuck on her nipples.  

They each had a small piece of metal going through them. 

Warren blinked in realization.

They were pierced.

“When did you get these done?” 

“While you were gone… Do you like them?” 

Warren nodded, “Yeah.” His voice was shaky as if he was restraining himself. 

His dick was rock hard. He knew her nipples would be extra sensitive— he wanted to take one in his mouth. Feel the metal against his tongue, see if he could make her cum without touching her lower half. 

Probably not, but he’d try and relish in her moans and whimpers. 

“Did it hurt?”

“The first one didn’t, but the second one was awful. I almost cried.” 

Much as his lust-filled judgment liked her nipple piercings, he’d rather she didn’t have to suffer through any pain. 

He kissed her shoulder, “Do they still hurt?” 

(Y/N) chuckled, “No. They’re just really sensitive.” 

“Mhmm… Where’d you get them done?” He asked, continuing to kiss her.

“That tattoo and piercing place down on 23rd and Rosewood. Jubilee went with me. I tried talking her into getting her nose pierced, but she didn’t want to.” 

Warren’s eyes widened with surprise. “Jubilee huh?” 

“Yeah. She held my hand through the whole thing.” 

Warren began to kiss down (Y/N)‘s body, inching closer to her core with every moment of lip to skin contact. She quickly removed any clothing she’d left on. 

“Thank you,” He breathed once his lips met her clit, sending a slight shiver up her spine. 

“I didn’t get them done for you. It was for me… And if anything this is more torture for you because the healing process can take anywhere from six to twelve months.”

“I know, I know,” He looked up at (Y/N). Her head resting against his pillows, hands loosely gripping his hair. “But I really like them. They’re hot— you’re hot.” 

She laughed a little, “Does it turn you on knowing I fulfill the ‘innocent yet secretly dirty’ cliche, baby?” 

“Yeah,” He kissed the skin right above her center, and then slowly began to rub his thumb on her clit. “It does.”

He gently nipped at her thigh, before moving his mouth over to her pussy, licking it up. Warren used his other hand to grip one of her thighs and keep her legs open. He added another finger to add sensation to her clit. 

(Y/N) whined, and Warren couldn’t hold back his smile. 

His mouth got more aggressive, trying to take her all in. Her thighs pressed up against the sides of his head. His fingers sped up on her clit, still rubbing in a circular motion of sorts. One of (Y/N)’s hands was tangled in Warren’s hair, and the other was holding one of her breasts, careful of the nipple, but still clenching on to it as she let out breathy moans and bucked her hips upward. 

He removed his hand from her clit and (Y/N) whined at the sudden loss. 

“Sorry, baby.” He cooed. 

(Y/N) huffed. Warren quickly replaced his mouth with his hand and inserted a finger inside her.

“This good?” He asked. She nodded, biting down on her lower lip to stifle her moans. Warren added another finger, her cunt adjusting to it. 

He began to rub her clit again, with his other hand, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling them every so often. 

(Y/N) was a mess of breathy moans, and choked out curses. 

Warren smirked, reveling in the pleasure only he could give her. 

He left soft, tender kisses on her stomach; contrasting the rough, hard work his hands were doing. 

“Are you close, baby?” He asked, looking up at her, his eyes gleaming with feigned innocence. 

“Uh-huh,” She nodded. Warren’s thumb sped up on her clit. He felt her cunt clench around his fingers. 

He continuously worked in her pussy and on her clit, helping her ride out her high and reach her climax until her legs stopped twitching and her breathing became steady. 

Warren pushed himself forward making his body parallel to hers, leaving kisses all over her neck. 

“Angel, baby,”

“Yeah?” His breath was warm against her neck. 

“Don’t leave marks.” 

“Can’t you cover them? Your neck looks so pretty covered in flowers.”

“Mmm…” She squinted her eyes as if she was in deep thought. 

“No.”

“No!?” He repeated. 

“No,” She kissed his nose. 

“Please?” He pretended to beg.

“No,” She repeated. 

He smiled, “I’d say you’re terrible, but I can’t lie to you. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, Angel.” 

[urdreamydoodles]

X-Men x Reader (Part.3)

You die in their arms (Part.3)

In the heat of battle, you succumbs to fatal injuries in the arms of your partner. Each X-Men, torn apart by grief, reacts to the devastating loss, facing the crushing reality that their greatest power cannot bring back the person they love most.

Characters: Wade Wilson, Mystique, Warren Worthington III, Bobby Drake, Laura Kinney, Kitty Pryde, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Sunspot

Wade Wilson

The battlefield was its usual chaos—blood, explosions, and a flurry of bullets—but none of it registered to Wade when he saw you go down. His joking banter stopped dead in its tracks, and for once, the Merc with a Mouth was silent as he sprinted over to you. His heart raced as he dropped to his knees beside you, his gloved hands shaking as he reached out to touch your bloodied form.

“Y/N, hey, c’mon... this isn’t funny,” Wade muttered, a nervous laugh escaping him as he gently pulled you into his lap. You were too still, too quiet, and it terrified him in ways he couldn’t put into words.

Your eyes fluttered open, and despite the pain, you gave him a small, familiar smile. “Wade... always the comedian...”

“Yeah, well, you know me. Gotta keep things light, right? But this... this isn’t light, babe. You gotta hang in there.” His voice cracked, and he cursed under his breath, trying to keep his usual bravado intact. But as he looked down at your wound, the blood soaking through your clothes, the reality hit him like a freight train.

“Wade... it’s okay. I’m okay,” you whispered, though your voice was weak.

“No, no, you’re not okay! You’re gonna be okay, though. You’ve gotta be, because I can’t... I can’t lose you.” His voice was raw, and for once, the usual joking tone was gone, replaced by desperation.

You reached up, your hand trembling as you touched his face, and he leaned into your touch, his heart breaking. “I love you, Wade... don’t forget that.”

Before he could respond, your eyes fluttered shut, and the weight of your hand slipped from his cheek. Wade froze, the world around him slowing to a crawl as he stared at you. “No... no, no, no!” He screamed, pulling you closer, his voice echoing in the chaos. For once, the man who always had a joke for every situation was left speechless, his heart shattered into pieces.

Mystique

The battlefield was nothing new to Mystique. She had fought in countless wars, led rebellions, and watched allies fall by her side, but none of that had prepared her for the sight of you, crumpled and broken on the ground, blood soaking into the dirt beneath you.

She shifted into her true form as she sprinted toward you, her yellow eyes wide with fear. When she reached you, she dropped to her knees, her usually stoic expression shattered by the sight of you so close to death. “Y/N,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a fear she rarely allowed herself to feel.

Your eyes fluttered open as she touched your face, her blue fingers tracing the lines of your features. “Raven...” you whispered, your voice weak and breathless.

“I’m here,” she said, her voice a mixture of desperation and determination. “You’re going to be fine. I’ll fix this.”

But as she looked down at the wound in your chest, her heart sank. Even with all her experience, all her skills, she knew there was nothing she could do to save you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your hand reaching up to touch her cheek.

Mystique swallowed hard, her jaw clenching as she fought to keep her composure. “Don’t you apologize,” she growled, her voice rough with emotion. “You’re going to make it, do you hear me? I won’t let you die.”

You smiled weakly, your fingers brushing against her cheek as your strength faded. “I love you, Raven.”

Mystique’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. She had been in love before, but never like this. The thought of losing you, of being without you, was more than she could bear. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes.

But as your body went limp in her arms, Mystique let out a strangled cry, her heart shattering into pieces. She pulled you close, her blue skin slick with your blood as she clutched you to her chest.

For the first time in her life, Mystique felt truly vulnerable.

Warren Worthington III

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the battlefield, but all Warren could see was you—lying motionless on the ground far below. His heart skipped a beat, panic rising in his chest as he dove from the sky, his white wings slicing through the air. Nothing else mattered but reaching you.

When he landed next to you, his breath was ragged. “Y/N!” he cried, his voice breaking as he knelt down, gathering you in his arms. His wings curled protectively around the two of you, shielding you from the chaos around.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely focused, and you gave him a faint, weak smile. “Warren... you’re here.”

He nodded frantically, brushing the hair from your face, his hands shaking as he inspected the wound on your chest. “I’m here, I’m here. You’re going to be okay, just hold on.”

But as he looked down at the deep, bleeding wound, his heart sank. He had seen injuries like this before, and he knew—he just couldn’t accept it. His wings trembled as he held you closer, cradling you in his arms. “Don’t... don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice barely holding together. “I need you.”

You reached up, your hand weakly caressing his face. “I love you... I always have.”

Warren’s breath hitched, tears welling in his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, feeling your warmth fading. “I love you too. So much. Please, don’t go.” His voice was a broken whisper, the angel brought to his knees by the thought of losing you.

Your hand slipped from his cheek, and he felt your body grow limp in his arms. He let out a broken sob, clutching you close to his chest as his wings unfurled, stretching out toward the sky. For the first time in his life, the feeling of soaring through the skies meant nothing—because the only person who had ever grounded him, the only person who made him feel whole, was gone.

Bobby Drake

The battlefield was chaos, ice and fire clashing, mutants fighting for survival, but none of that registered in Bobby’s mind the moment he saw you fall. His heart dropped into his stomach, ice forming instinctively around him as he sprinted across the field toward you.

Sliding to his knees, he reached out, his hands trembling as he touched your face. “Y/N? Hey, hey, stay with me,” he whispered, panic lacing his words as he cradled you against him. The cold that usually radiated from him felt distant, irrelevant, as he stared at the deep wound on your side.

Your eyes fluttered open, weak and unfocused. “Bobby...”

“I’m right here,” he said, his voice breaking as he tried to smile for you. “You’re gonna be fine. We’ve got this, okay?”

But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he knew it. The wound was too severe, and the blood pooling beneath you wasn’t stopping. He wanted to freeze time, to freeze everything so that this moment wouldn’t be real. But time kept moving forward, and you were slipping away.

You reached up, your hand cold against his cheek, but it wasn’t from his powers—it was from the life draining from you. “I love you... I always have.”

Bobby swallowed the lump in his throat, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you too. God, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”

Your fingers slipped from his face, and your body went still in his arms. Bobby let out a choked sob, pulling you closer as the cold around him intensified, the frost spreading across the ground. For the first time, he didn’t care about controlling his powers. He didn’t care about anything, because the one person who made him feel alive was gone.

Laura Kinney

Laura fought like a force of nature, her claws slashing through the enemies with brutal precision. She had always been a weapon, honed and sharpened for battle, but when she saw you collapse on the battlefield, her heart clenched in a way that was unfamiliar—fear, raw and unfiltered, surged through her.

In an instant, she was at your side, her claws retracting as she dropped to her knees next to you. “Y/N!” Her voice was rough, strained with panic as she cradled you in her arms.

You opened your eyes, your face pale as you looked up at her, a faint smile playing on your lips. “Laura...”

“Don’t talk,” she growled, her hands hovering over your wound, unsure of what to do. She could heal, but you... you weren’t like her. She couldn’t fix this, and the realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

Your hand weakly reached up, brushing against her cheek. “I’m sorry... I didn’t... didn’t see it coming.”

Laura clenched her jaw, her eyes burning with unshed tears as she shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize. This wasn’t your fault.” She bit back the sob threatening to escape, her heart pounding in her chest as she held you closer.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice so soft it was almost lost in the wind. “Always.”

Laura’s breath caught in her throat, her grip on you tightening as she pressed her forehead to yours. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears slipped down her cheeks. “More than anything.”

But as your hand fell from her face and your body went limp in her arms, Laura let out a broken cry, her claws extending with a metallic "snikt" as she gripped your lifeless body to her chest. She had always been a fighter, a survivor, but in that moment, she felt powerless—because the one person who had ever made her feel like more than a weapon was gone.

Kitty Pryde

The battle was in full swing, with explosions and shouts all around, but the moment Kitty saw you go down, everything blurred into a distant hum. She phased through the chaos, slipping past debris and combatants until she reached you, her heart hammering in her chest.

Dropping to her knees beside you, Kitty gently pulled you into her lap, her hands trembling as she cupped your face. “Y/N, no… come on, look at me.” Her voice was urgent, but there was already a knowing fear in her eyes as she scanned the wound on your abdomen.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely focusing on her face. “Kitty…”

“Shh, don’t talk, okay? I’ll get you out of here, we’ll be fine,” she promised, though her voice wavered. Kitty had been through countless battles, but none of them prepared her for this—the thought of losing you.

You gave her a weak smile, reaching up to brush your fingers against her cheek. “You’ve always... been my hero.”

Tears welled in Kitty’s eyes as she gripped your hand, pressing it to her face. “And you’re mine. Don’t you dare leave me, Y/N. We were supposed to have more time, more—” Her voice cracked as she choked on the words.

You squeezed her hand one last time, but the light in your eyes was fading. Kitty felt the moment your body went limp, and she let out a broken sob, her forehead resting against yours. For a long time, she just held you, her tears falling silently as the world around her collapsed.

Wanda Maximoff

The battlefield was littered with chaos—magic crackling in the air, debris scattered everywhere. Wanda had never felt so out of control, her powers threatening to lash out as she saw you fall to the ground, unmoving. She blinked to your side in an instant, the world slowing down as she knelt beside you.

“Y/N... no, no, please don’t...” Her voice wavered, her hands hovering over you as if afraid to touch, afraid to confirm what she already knew. A deep gash marred your chest, and blood soaked through your clothes at an alarming rate.

Your eyes opened just slightly, and when they landed on Wanda, you smiled faintly. “Wanda... I’m sorry...”

She shook her head, her hands trembling as she pressed them over your wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. “No, don’t apologize. You’re going to be fine—I’ll fix this. I can fix everything!” Her voice rose in panic, and she started to chant, her fingers glowing with red energy. But no matter how much magic she summoned, it wasn’t enough.

You reached up, your hand weakly brushing against her face. “I love you... you know that, right?”

Tears streamed down Wanda’s face, her vision blurring as she cupped your cheek. “I love you too... please don’t go, Y/N, I need you.” Her voice was a broken whisper, desperation flooding every word.

But you were slipping away, your breath becoming shallow, your grip on her loosening. And as your eyes fluttered closed for the last time, Wanda let out a gut-wrenching scream, the magic exploding out of her in a surge of grief and fury. The world bent and warped around her, but none of it mattered—because the one person who anchored her was gone.

Pietro Maximoff

One moment, you were standing beside him, fighting off enemies with your usual grace and skill. The next, you were on the ground, bleeding out. Pietro’s world slowed down even more than usual, his heart dropping into his stomach as he zipped to your side, cradling you in his arms before anyone else could even react.

“Y/N! No, no, no... please don’t do this to me,” he whispered, his hands shaking as he pressed them to the wound on your chest, trying to stop the bleeding. His mind raced a thousand miles a second, calculating every possible scenario—but there was nothing he could do.

You opened your eyes, and when you saw him, you smiled weakly. “Pietro... you’re always so fast.”

“Not fast enough,” he said, his voice cracking as he brushed your hair away from your face. “I should’ve been there, should’ve protected you...”

You reached up, your fingers brushing his cheek. “You’ve always been... my hero.”

His breath hitched, tears blurring his vision as he pressed your hand to his face. “You can’t leave me, Y/N. We’ve got so much more to do. Remember? We were gonna run away together, see the world—just you and me.”

Your grip on his hand loosened, and Pietro felt your body grow still in his arms. He let out a choked sob, his forehead resting against yours as he held you close. For once, time felt too slow, and every second without you was a moment too long.

Sunspot

The battle raged on around you, the heat of Sunspot’s powers lighting up the battlefield as he took down enemy after enemy. But when he saw you collapse, his heart stopped, the fiery energy around him flickering for just a moment as panic surged through his chest. He flew to your side, his hands shaking as he dropped down next to you.

“Y/N? No, no, no... this isn’t happening,” Roberto’s voice was frantic as he cradled you in his arms, his usually confident demeanor crumbling. You were pale, your breath coming in shallow gasps, and there was so much blood...

You coughed weakly, your hand twitching as you reached up to touch his cheek. “Roberto...”

“I’m here, I’m here,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he pressed his hand over your wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He had seen this happen in battle before, had seen friends and comrades fall—but not you. Never you. You were supposed to be safe, supposed to be by his side.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled faintly at him, despite the pain. “You’ve always... burned so brightly.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine, okay? You’ve gotta be fine, because I can’t—” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. Roberto wasn’t one to cry, but the thought of losing you? It was too much.

You gave him one last, soft smile, your hand falling from his cheek as your eyes slipped closed. Roberto felt the moment your heart stopped, and the fire inside him burned hotter, fiercer than ever before. But it wasn’t enough to bring you back.

With a broken sob, Roberto pulled you closer, his body trembling with grief. For the first time in his life, his powers—his fire—felt like nothing compared to the cold emptiness of losing you.

[americancowgirl19]

Mutant not Monster - Part One

Part One: Background; this is basically a background part. Dean will be in the next part with Sam. I highly recommend you read this part so you can understand the plot.

Summary: Y/n and her twin brother, Warren, are both mutants. In a world where mutants aren’t accepted, Y/n and her brother have to go on the run as anti-mutant extremists begin hunting their kind down. Sam and Dean are hunters, just not mutant hunters. However, their paths cross and despite a rocky beginning they become allies against not only the war against mutants but the war against mankind. 

Warnings: angst, curse, fluff, anti-mutant terrorism

Reader: Female Reader; Y/n Worthington 

Pairings: (Eventual) Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,794

A/n: This is more of my own mini story than a specific part of X-Men and Supernatural. I’ll stick as close to supernatural as I can but if you see things that are different than they were in the show, just roll with it. This is kind of a crossover with X-Men and Supernatural but I’m just doing my own thing with the X-Men characters and Supernatural. I’m not going along with any specific movie or comic book. When Dean and Sam come in it’ll technically take place around the season 4 of Supernatural where they know about angels. Also gif is from google and it’s Miley Cyrus from the ‘Can’t Be Tamed’ music video.

Part Two

Masterlist

1989 - Y/n POV - Reader is 9

“Warren slow down!” I shouted after my brother as he scales up the tree. I try to keep up with him but struggle to maintain a steady grip on the bark. My twin brother just laughs and continues to climb branch after branch.

“Y/n! Warren! Be careful!” Our mother shouts approaching the tree. I take a second to look down at her. She stands by the trunk with her arms crossed. Her eyes squint as she looks up into the tree but I doubt she can see us through the branches and leaves. “Don’t climb too high!”

“Come on, Y/n,” Warren says regaining my attention. He motions for me to continue following him. Huffing I reach for the next branch and pull myself up.

“How much farther? Mom doesn’t want us too high,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” Warren says ignoring the uneasiness in my voice. While I didn’t have a fear of heights, in fact I liked being higher than everyone else, I was afraid of losing my grip from being too tired. As much as I tried to keep up with my brother he seemed to have energy for days.

“Warren, look at this,” I say finding a birds nest. My brother looks down at me before quickly climbing to my spot.

“Wow,” He whispers as the newly hatched birds chirp for their parents. “They’ll be big enough to fly before we know it,” He tells me.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like to fly?” I ask looking at him.

“All the time,” He says. “I wonder what it’s like to soar with the birds and fly through clouds,”

“You’ll probably get wet,” I warn him. “Clouds are water after all,” Warren shrugs.

“Never been afraid of a few rain drops,” He smirks at me. I smile rolling my eyes. I look back at the baby birds.

“Warren! Y/!” Our mother shouts for us again. “Come down from there, it’s time for supper!”

“Can’t she see we’re busy in the tree?” Warren grumbles. I laugh.

“Come on, I’ll race you to the bottom,” I challenge him. He smirks and begins climbing down at the same time I do.

“If I win, I get your ice cream!” Warren shouts.

“Like hell you will!” I shout back.

“Language, Y/n!” Mother scolds.

“Yeah, language, Birdie,” Warren teases.

“Oh, why don’t you- Ah!” I screech when my feet slide off the branch. I go to cling to the tree but I fail to get a grip. Before I can fall too far Warren has my hand in his.

“I’ve got you!” Warren says quickly.

“Don’t you dare drop me, Warren Worthington!” I shout holding his hand as tightly as I can.

“Never,” Warren reassures me with a playful grin before swinging me to the next branch.

1994 - Y/n POV - Y/n is 14

“St. Joes Catholic School?” I ask with disbelief in my voice. “They’ve got to be kidding, right?” I ask my brother as I flop down on his bed. He walks into the room after me and shuts the door.

“I don’t think they are,” Warren says taking a seat at his desk chair.

“Why are they sending us away?” I whisper but don’t expect an answer. In fact, I’m terrified of what the answer would be. Warren stays quiet as he mulls over the information our parents just dropped on us. “We never fit in here,” I admitted whilst sitting up. Warren glances at me. “They may be our parents but we’re practically strangers to them. We share nothing in common with them except some similarities in our looks. We don’t belong here Warren and they know it,” I sigh looking down at my fingers.

I expect Warren to argue against me like he usually does. This isn’t the first time I’ve voiced my opinions on this matter. Ever since I could remember I’ve felt as if Warren and I were outcasts in our own home. Our parents used to try and connect with us but they gave up years ago.

I didn’t even notice Warren standing up until the bed sinks beside me. I spare him a glance before looking back at my hands. We sit in silence for a few moments before I lay my head on his shoulder. His head soon rests on top of mine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a place where we belong,” He reassures me. “We’ll find a home,” I smile as my mind begins imagining what this home would look like. “It’ll be a place where we do fit in and we’re not strangers,”

“As long as you promise we’ll stay together,” I say lifting my head. Warren looks at me. “Don’t you dare leave me, Warren Worthington,”

“Never,” Warren smirks winking at me. “Lighten up a bit, Birdie,” He says nudging my shoulder. “Who knows, maybe St. Joes Catholic School is where we’ll find people to connect too,” He shrugs.

“It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have your ugly mug,” I comment standing from the bed.

“Well, it shouldn’t be hard for me to find someone who doesn’t crack mirrors when they look in them,” Warren fires back. I don’t dignify him with a verbal response. I simply flip him the bird and leave his room.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Go Warren! Run!” I scream from the stands as my brother overtakes the lead runner in the track meet. I clap loudly and scream when he takes first place without a problem.

“He won! He won!” My brothers girlfriend, Amanda, shouts from beside me. We jump up and down together before laughing excitedly. 

When the meet ends the two of us instantly go looking for my twin. I weave through the crowd in his direction. Amanda follows me knowing all too well about my inner Warren Compass. It didn’t matter where I was or where he was, we could always find each other. Amanda also swears that we have some sort of telepathy between us or that we could read each other’s mind. While I knew that neither of those things were true, I did have a sixth sense when it came to my brother. Warren has the same feeling about me as well.

“There he is!” Amanda shouts surpassing me to go to her boyfriend. Warren spins around and pulls her into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around. I gag when they romantically kiss.

“Did you see my last run?” Warren asks us.

“Of course, baby,” Amanda smirks leaning into him not even caring about his drying sweat.

“You mean the one where you look like a flailing chicken without a head?” I ask before doing a dramatic imitation. Amanda snorts while Warren lunges for me. I laugh evading his attempts to put me in a head lock.

“Ok! Ok!” Amanda shouts getting between us. “I want to get back to the dorms, get cleaned up, and go to the party,”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Warren smirking lighting up at the mention of a party. Amanda shakes her head wondering where he gets all his energy. It didn’t matter that he just spent all day running, he still has enough energy to take over the world.

It doesn’t take us long to get back to the dorms and cleaned up. Warren promises to meet us at the party before going to take a shower. Amanda and I both go to the bathroom to do our makeup and to get changed.

“Oh my God, is your back ok?” Amanda instantly asks.

“Um, it’s fine?” I say turning towards her.

“Where did you get all of those bruises?” She wonders.

“Bruises?” I ask before going toward the mirror. “Oh, shit,” I whisper seeing them. They weren’t too bad but they were definitely noticeable. 

“What they hell are you doing when I’m not there to supervise you?” Amanda laughs while returning to her makeup.

“I don’t know,” I whisper to myself. I take another moment to stare at the bruises before shaking my head.

A couple weeks pass and the bruises don’t leave. In fact, the grow darker. I take extra care with how I move but it doesn’t matter. The bruising just continues to get worse until things start to get even weirder.

I wake up in my bad with a sore back. That’s nothing new, it’s practically my norm by now. However, waking up to find several feathers in my bed is new. I sit there in confusion as I wonder where the hell these feathers have come from.

“Y/n! Open up!” Warren shouts slamming his fist against my door repeatedly. “Open the door!”

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I shout hopping out of bed. He doesn’t stop knocking until I let him in. “What the hell?”

“You’re getting random bruising too?” Warren asks the instant I close my door.

“How do you know about that?” I ask.

“Amanda told me,” He said. I frown my eyebrows wondering why now, all of the sudden, she’s telling him about my bruised back. “She told me because of this,” He takes his shirt off and turns his back to me.

“Jesus, Warren,” I whisper looking at his bruises. They’re similar to mind in shape but they’re much darker and slightly bigger. “Wait,” I whisper stepping closer. I run my finger along a section of his back and he instantly flinches away from me.

“Uh, ow!” Warren snaps.

“Sorry!” I raise my hands defensively. “But you have something coming out of your back,”

“What?” He frowns his eyebrows and I nod. He goes to my full length mirror. He then notices the nubs that I pointed out. “Turn around,” He says coming over to me. I do as he says feeling nervous that he might find the same happening to my back.

“I woke up with feathers in my bed,” I whisper holding back a flinch when he touches my bruises.

“Sorry,” He whispers noticing me tense. “You have the same thing happening,” I slowly turn towards him. “I have feathers in my bed too... I thought they were from my pillows but...” His voice trails off.

“What’s happening to us, Warren?” I whisper. He pushes his lips together.

“I don’t know, Birdie,” He whispers back.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Warren! Warren, open the door!” I shout pounding on his door like he had mine a week previous. “Warren, I know you’re in there, now open the damn door before I break it down,” I growled hitting the door even harder.

A few moments later my puffy eyed brother opens the door just enough for me to slide in before closing it again. He hangs his head as I stare at him. When he sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve I snap out of my trance.

“Come here,” I whisper pulling him into a tight hug. I frown my eyebrows when I feel something on his back but I don’t pull away. He holds me so tight that it’s hard to breathe but I just hold him. “What happened?” I whisper.

“She kept asking questions,” He tells me after a few minutes. “She kept wanting to know about the bruises and I just... I couldn’t tell her,” I close my eyes and hold him even closer. I try to hold onto him but he pushes me away. “Then this happens,” He whispers sniffling as he takes off his shirt. I look at his chest before giving him a look. He turns around and I gasp.

Two small white wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades. They look like a baby birds wings. Not nearly big enough to fly nor hold his weight. Despite they’re small size they’re beautiful.

Then it clicks. Our backs have been going through the exact same transition. Slowly, I step back to his bad and fall on it. Warren quickly pulls on his shirt again.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” Warren whispers.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper again. Warren sighs walking over to me. The bed bounces slightly when he collapses beside me.

“Yeah,” He repeats. We lay on his bed in silence as we try to come to terms with the... new development. “I quit track,” He tells me. “Not like I’d be able to hide these things at practices and meets... Plus who knows how big they’ll grow,”

“Warren,” I whisper lowly. “St. Joes is notorious for they’re anti-mutant beliefs,” I say slowly turning my head towards him. Warren continues to stare at the ceiling. He lets out a long sigh.

“Yeah,” He mutters.

“Shit,” I whisper.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

‘Y/n Worthington,’

I frown my eyebrows as I slow to a walk in the middle of the empty hallway. I look around for the voice who said my name. However, the few people in the hallway pay no mind to me.

‘Y/n Worthington’ The voice says again. ‘My name is Charles Xavier and I am a mutant like you,’

“I don’t find that very comforting at the moment,” I mutter feeling standoffish. I can hear the voice laugh a bit.

‘No, I expect you wouldn’t’ He says. ‘I’ve been looking for you and your brother for a very long time,’

“Where are you?” I ask as I continue to search for him.

‘Not far from the school,’ He responds vaguely. ‘I need you to listen to me. There is someone on campus that wants to hurt you and your brother,’

“Warren,” I whisper no longer caring about this Charles Xavier. The only thing on my mind is finding Warren. Before I could start my wild goose chase the voice in my head tells me exactly where he is. I don’t bother to question him, I simply race to his location. “Oh my God,” I gasp seeing the building is engulfed in flames.

Before I even try to go into the fire something in the sky catches my attention. I then notice it’s Warren trying to save people. Sprinting into action, I leave the crowd. My pure black wings rip through my long jacket and take me to the sky towards my brother.

“There’s more people on the third floor!” Warren shouts over the noise of the crowd.

“There’s someone after us!” I shout to him.

“No shit! Who do you think started the fire?!” Warren snaps.

“Don’t get snippy with me, Angel!” I growl back at him.

“Just get the people out! I’ll handle the guy that’s trying to kill us,” Warren orders. I want to argue but Warren is already flying off and somebody has to get those people out.

My wings carry me into the building. They fold around my body protectively as I crash through a window and land on the hot floor. It takes some convincing but I finally get the people to trust me enough to allow me to get them to safety.

‘You’re brother is a mile to your left,’ Charles informs me. I send a silent thank you before quickly going towards Warren. I get to him in time to see him dropping a man to his death.

“Warren?” I ask slowly flying towards him. My large yet feminine keep me in the air beside my brother. Warren’s head hangs as he stares at the mans dead body on the ground below us.

‘If you both would join me, I’d like to talk with you,” Charles says in my head. I can only assume Warren hears him as well. 

“Angel?” I ask moving even closer to him.

“Let’s just go,” Warren says flying to where Charles wants us to meet him. I glance back to the dead body before flying after my brother.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

“Wow,” I whisper walking towards Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

“Aren’t we a little old to be going to a school like this?” Warren asks as we follow behind Charles. I nod along with Warren’s question seeing as we’re both legally adults.

“This isn’t just a school for the gifted but a home,” Charles explains. Warren’s head snaps towards me at the same time mine snaps to him. “Here you can learn different skills you did not learn at your previous school. You will also meet students with various gifts, some like your own,” I slap Warren’s arm when I see a girl fly past us with wings that came off of a fairy. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish,”

“This place is amazing,” I laugh in wonder. Warren slowly beings to grin which only brightens my mood. Ever since the fire a few days ago, Warren’s smile has been nonexistent. 

“I’ll show you to your rooms, allow you to get settled,”

“Are we sharing a room?” Warren wonders.

“While school is in session, yes,” Charles nods. “But when most of the students return to their homes, you can have separate rooms,” I smile at my brother. Even though I didn’t exactly like sharing a room with him, it would be nice to have him close after someone had tried to kill us.

“Well, it’s not as big as the one at mom and dads but it’s cozy,” I say while walking around the room. Charles had left us to settle in a few seconds ago.

“Do you ever wonder what mom and dad are doing?” Warren wonders while tossing his suit case on one of the beds.

“Angel, they haven’t even contacted us since freshmen year,” I remind him. “The only thing they’ve done is financially support us and even that is over now,” I say sitting on my bed. “I try not to think about them because we don’t need them. We just need each other,” I say smiling at him.

“So, you’re saying I’m stuck with your ugly mug for the rest of my life?” Warren asks with a small smirk.

“Aren’t you a lucky duck?” I wink at him. Warren slowly shakes his head. “What happened?” I finally ask. “With that man that you let go?” My mind goes back to the day with the fire and how Warren had let a man fall to his death.

“I don’t even know his name,” Warren whispers. “Just some anti-mutant man,” He tells me. “He said our wings went against his religion and that we had to die,” I can feel my wings twitch but I don’t say anything. “I had him in my hands and I wanted to turn him into the police but then he went on and on about how he wasn’t just going to kill me but kill you as well... I just got so angry. He talked about how he was going to rip our wings off and rid the world of us. The thought of someone out there that wants to kill you as badly as he did made me so angry. Before I knew it I was letting him go and watching him fall.” Warren explains to me. I stand and walk over to him. Warren looks at me as I sit next to him. “I don’t regret killing him. I feel guilt about the fact that I’m not sad over his death,” He says. “But he threatened you, threatened us...” Warren sighs.

“You don’t have to justify your actions to me,” I tell him. “Warren, I would have done the same thing,” I told him. He glances towards me. “You think your need to protect me is one sided? I’d do anything for you. You’re all I have and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” I tell him. Warren smiles a bit.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Y/n Worthington,” Warren says quietly. I muster up a playful smirk.

“Never,”

2004 - Y/n POV - Reader is 24

“What do you mean they’re shutting the school down?” Warren snapped. “They can’t do that!”

“They can and they are,” Storm, one of the teachers, says calmly yet her eyes are raging in anger. “The students are to be sent back to there homes-”

“Where they’re going to be hunted down and slaughtered in front of their families,” Beast growls. I sigh rubbing my face tiredly.

Years of peace between mutants and mankind destroyed in one weekend. We tried to do damage control but our efforts were in vain. Almost every pro-mutant policy has been taken away. With the government turning their backs against us the radical anti-mutant organizations are rising against us in a dangerous fashion.

It didn’t take a genius to know that a war is on the horizon. This school is one of the only safe places for the students yet we’re being forced to send them away. We’re being forced to send them back to their families where they won’t be nearly as protected as they are now.

We all knew that with the war would come casualties. These extremists aren’t planning on taking prisoners. They see us as anti-human and a threat to the human race. They see us as monsters. They will kill us every chance they get.

“We have to protect them,” I speak up. “They’re children!” I practically shout. “We can’t just leave them to defend themselves,”

“We’re not going to do that,” Jean shakes her head. “We’ve fought for mutants this long, we’re not just going to give up now,”

“Jean’s right,” Storm nods. “There’s a war coming and it’s going to get ugly,” She warns everyone in the room. “But we’ve been through ugly times before. We can get through this if we work together,”

“We’re ready,” Bobby, one of my closest friends, assures her. “You guys have made sure of that. A lot of us are ready to fight,” Warren, me and the other alumni students nod in agreement.

“Professor?” I asks hesitantly. Charles continues to sit in his wheelchair as he goes over everything in his mind. It pained me to see the man who took my brother and I in in such a state of distress.

Warren and I share a nervous look. After years of living life just the two of us, we finally find out home. Not long after that, our home is threatened. It angers me to the core that people think they can threaten my home without retaliation. As far as I’m concerned everyone that lives under this roof is my family and I will do whatever is necessary to protect them, especially my idiotic twin.

“There here,” Charles whispers, his eyes widening. My head snaps to the side as an explosion shakes the Earth under our feet. Warren’s eyes meet mine and dread fills our hearts. The war’s begun.

@akshi8278​

[yelenasdog]

visions (warren worthington iii x fem reader)

genre: angst

summary:  why must visions become reality?

words: 1.1k

warnings: ANGSTY PURR ✨🗣, x-men apocalypse spoilers, mentions of physical fighting and death, just some sad stuff. in terms of fluff, this is a decrescendo.

a/n: hi! reader is a mutant and has a strand of very very light hair that has a bluish tint and sparkles, as well as extremely light eyes and sharp canines! other than that there is no predetermined factor of appearance! also, y/n was not used so if u wanted to read this an x an oc or x another fem character, that should work well!

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"Move over!"

"No way, your wings take up the whole bed anyway!"

"That's mutantphobic!"

A loud laugh sounded from the smaller girl resting in Warren's arms, her cheeks growing sore from all the smiling she had (and always was around him) been doing.

"I'm a mutant too, y'know, so I don't quite see how that could work."

He shuffled about for a moment, moving so that one of his beautiful wings would rest over her top half, bringing her an unprecedented level of calm.

She looked over from where she lay on her back, stretching one of her hands to lightly run her fingers over the sharpened tip of his wing.

Warren watched from his position on his stomach, a fond look coming across his angelic features, one that seemed to creep its way onto his face whenever he was in her presence.

Pale moonlight streamed in from the cracked window just above their heads, Illuminating the strand of her hair that appeared as a sparkling sliver of the Arctic Ocean. 

Warren would oftentimes find himself twirling it whenever he would snuggle up to the girl on nights like these, the contrast of the soft texture feeling pleasant on his calloused fingertips. It also shined light on her glorious eyes of the same color, that he could (and has) get lost in for hours, drowning.

A chilly breeze found its way through the glass panel as well, Warren's immediate response to pull her closer, which he did.

His wing that previously was on top of her suddenly curled under her to the best of its ability, pulling her close enough to him to where he could take grip of her with his own strong arms.

She smiled, her sharpened canines glistening faintly in the white hue of the moon's glow.

Then it was quiet for a bit, just some rock song playing softly in the back, accompanied by the howling of the wind. It lulled the pair into a serene state, an implacable emotion filling them up from their tippy toes to the tops of their heads.

And in that moment, with his golden curls all astray, and wings so ethereally spread, she wondered what she was experiencing?

It was love, she had decided. And she could only hope he felt it too.

She, for one, had felt it many times.

Like when she washed his wings for the first time, an incredibly intimate memory she held. She had softly washed away all the dirt and grime, and he had felt comforted to the fullest extent. He had never had someone to help him with that before, and the extra assistance had embarrassed him at first, but now it had become second nature to the pair.

Or perhaps the times that fights in the ring had become too personal for Warren's seemingly stone cold heart to handle alone. The gravity of those he had killed, and the guilt that came from surviving off of it would routinely threaten to crack his confident exterior. 

She would spend her time on those days (or more regularly, nights) allowing him to cry to her, to let his emotions break free.

She would never know how much it meant to him.

"Angel?"

He let out a grunt, his emerald eyes staying shut as he shook around his head on the pillow, trying to find a cold spot (as even with the open window, he never could seem to shake the burning sensation that dug deep through the fibers of his body down to his heart and soul).

"Don't ever let anyone touch your wings, alright?"

His eyes opened at that, curiosity getting the best of his sleepy brain that was begging him to just ask what she meant in the morning. But nonetheless he persisted.

"W'dya mean, sweet girl?"

She looked anywhere but his eyes, running fingers across the top of his left wing. He resisted the urge to giggle at the tickly feeling left behind, though she wouldn't have minded if he had let one of his musical laughs slip.

"I'm not quite sure, honestly."

He laughed, her heart fluttering at the sight of his smile.

"I guess," she took a pause, trying to better articulate what she had such a hard time putting into words.

"That mutants still aren't safe. And I don't want you to ever lose your wings. Y'know, have to hide them..." her voice wavered, and it was fairly obvious that not only what she said held more meaning, but that she still had more to say.

"And?" He asked, now fully awake with concern lacing his features. His head was tilted, eyes slanted, while hers was hung, looking to her fumbling hands.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Warren."

At those words, his expression softened and his wings instinctively spread out to cover the both of them with a loud swoosh.

He pulled her to his bare chest, cradling her head in his arms.

"You have another vision?"

She nodded, her cries muffled, but her tears very much evident as they wet his ivory skin, leaving a shimmery sheen in their wake. “Warren, it was horrible," she cried, turmoil the only thing on her mind.

"Y-your wings were gone and replaced with, with some horrible metal."

"Well, did I at least look bad ass?" He smiles boyishly, and she only frowned and burrowed her head into his chest. His expression became neutral, an unreadable expression plastered on.

"Who did it?"

"I didn't get a name." She sniffles, sitting up and placing her hands on either side of herself. She closed her eyes and turned to the wall, beginning to recall all she could, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.

"There's 4 other people-"

"Are you one of them?"

A beat passed, tensions in the cool air began to rise.

"No."

Then there was a sigh from Warren, and he wasn't sure if it was of relief or of a despicable anguish.

"That's him."

Her eyes flew open, her pupils dilating. He said her name, taking hold of both of her hands tightly as if his life depended on it. Which in all honesty, it felt like it did.

"Who is he?"

A single tear slipped down her cheek for her lover, for the world.

She was frozen, fear had infiltrated her completely, every cell, every vein, every muscle. 

And thereupon, even Warren's wings couldn't make her feel safe from what was to soon come rain havoc on their lives.

Her voice was only a frightful whisper as she spoke, the usual captivating power it held totally absent. Despite that, there was no room for mistaking what she said, the word remaining completely clear as it fell past her lips.

"Apocalypse."

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ok miss girl! i see u! i did that! i hope u enjoyed that v short angstyness lol. ok now go take an electronics break and drink some water and eat some protein!!!

luv u bye!! xx hj 

[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

Jealous/protective Ben hcs?

Warnings: Maybe some suggestive jokes??

-So you're Ben's makeup artist for Borhap

-And you're real cute pals!!!

-He's the first person you see in the morning because he's the first person scheduled so you two get about an hour and a half alone each morning to talk and laugh and tease one another playfully as you do his makeup and get his wig ready.

-(Ben slowly starts coming earlier and earlier to try and get more time with you)

-On the day they shot the Break Free scene he got nearly four hours with you and he LOVED it

-You even gave his butt a silly lil pinch through his skirt on his way out to make him blush and laugh.

-He really...really...Really likes it when you get all close and hold his face gently as you work on him.

-But Ben is also, surprisingly shy?? I guess??

-Maybe just a little quiet compared to...Joe.

-Anyways!!!

-It's obvious to literally everyone that you two are kinda crushin' you know

-So

-People start meddling here and there ;^)))

-A SUPER busy day on set comes along

-And typically on days where the schedule is packed and everyone has to get their makeup done at the same time you're put with Ben by default.

-but

-This time you're with Gwil.

-And you're a lil disappointed but you shrug it off because you like Gwil!!! He's sweet :^)

-But Ben doesn't shrug it off so easily.

-The entire time he's getting his makeup done he keeps trying to look over his shoulder and get a glimpse of you.

-And every once in a while he hears you laugh at something Gwil said

-And then at some point he looks over and your face is FAR too close to Gwil's for comfort because you're trying to line his eyes.

-Ben's makeup looks a bit sloppier than usual when he's done because he fidgeted the whole time.

-Ben gets the tiniest bit pouty bc he didn't get to hang out with you.

-He literally won't speak to Gwil for the rest of the day unless they're filming.

-The next day rolls around and both of you are quite relieved that the schedule is back to normal.

-And Ben has never been so grateful to be able to admire you lazily as you pat his face with a sponge.

-You blush a little because you can ~really~ feel his eyes on you today

-And you pull out a lipstick to just give him a little tiny bit of color but he stops you.

-You're still pretty close to him and he smiles a confident lil smirky smile and he mumbles "Not yet."

-You frown, "What?"

-Don't put it on yet. 's just going to get messed up."

-You quirk your brow, glancing between him and the lipstick.

-He giggles just a little and crooks his finger at you, coaxing you closer.

-Slowly, you let him guide you closer, holding your chin with the knuckle of his index finger and nudging your nose with his before kissing you ever so gently.

-You give the tiniest little surprised noise in the back of your throat before you relax into him, deepening his movements with your own lips.

-You whisper his name against his mouth and give a soft laugh at the whole situation before you pull him into another kiss, the lipstick in your hand dropping to the floor and rolling off.

-When you finally pull back, his lips are pink and kiss bitten.

-You smile and hold his jaw in your hand, running your thumb over his lower lip.

-"I guess that works too, yeah."

-Ben chuckles warmly and groans a little as he pecks your lips again.

-You hum, mumbling hotly against him, "If you react like this every time I do Gwil's makeup I'm going to do it more often."

-He laughs, "Oh for godsake, you bloody lil minx."

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[reapers-lover]

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?"

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.

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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