A World of Color

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

Warren Worthington III x Reader

A World of Color

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Another soulmate AU with Warren!!! Like countdown clocks on their wrists, or the colour one where you don’t see colour until you meet your soulmate!!! Love your imagines <3

Note: Why not both?

Warnings: None?

You looked through your closet. It was hard to pick what to wear when all of your dresses looked grey. Today was the day. The special day you would meet your soulmate. You only had four hours. And on top of that, you were going to a new school. The pamphlet sat on your bed.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. A home and school for mutants. It was a safe haven, a place for people like you. You had the power of telekinesis, telepathy, and energy manipulation, and while it was cool and all, it was dangerous, and at the moment it was very hard to control.

The lights in your room flickered, getting brighter and darker and changing the shades of gray. You sighed, trying to calm down. You were so nervous.

“You need help?” your mother asked, walking into your room. “Big day, you know.”

“I know. Yeah. Could you help me pick a dress? I don’t know what to wear.”

“You look good in red.” your mother told you.

“Not that I would know,” you laughed as she handed you the red dress. You put on, tying the ribbons in the back.

“Here. Take this,” your mother handed you a necklace. It was a pair of angel wings on a silver chain.

“Is he-?”

“I had a dream about him last night,” your mother told you. She too was a mutant with powers of predicting the future. “I think he’ll like it.”

“Okay,” you put it on, fastening the clasp behind your neck. “I’m just so scared. What if he doesn’t like me? What if…?”

“He’s your soulmate, baby.” your mom wrapped her arms around you. “It’s the best feeling in the world. You’ll know. Everything will change.”


Warren stared at his wrist. Two hours. Not even. He looked around the courtyard full of gray students, gray trees and gray flowers. Kurt walked over and sat on the edge of the fountain.

“Did you know I’m blue?” Kurt asked. Warren shook his head laughing. “Scott just told me.”

“Bro, what if I’m blue?” Warren asked, looking at himself. “Then I’d be more of a freak than I already am.”

“You? A freak? You’re not zhe one vizh zhe tail. Or zhe pointed ears. Or zhe-”

“I get it.” Warren said, staring at his boots. “I just,” he paused. “I’m scared.”

“So is she,” Kurt put a hand on his friend’s back. “I still have zhree veeks before I meet mine.”

“It still doesn’t feel real,” Warren shook his head. “I can’t believe she’s coming.”


“Twenty minutes,” you whispered, sitting in the back of the car. “Twenty minutes.” You stared out the window as the gray trees rolled by. You couldn’t wait to see what green looked like. Or red. Or blue. Would you know what they looked like, or would you have to learn? It was a mystery.

“How you doing, sweetie?” your father asked.

“I’m holding it together,” you replied, staring at the numbers on your wrist.

“It’ll be fine.” Your mom said. You took a breath, fingers fiddling with the pair of wings handing around your neck. You closed your eyes, trying to imagine him.


“Welcome to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters!” greeted a very friendly girl named Jubilee. “I can show you around if you want!”

“Two minutes,” You mumbled. She glanced over your shoulder.

“Oh my gosh, no way!” She smiled pulling you out the front door and into the courtyard. “Come on! I know exactly where he is.”

She led you down the path to a fountain. There was a boy there. He had thick curly hair and was wearing a leather jacket. His wings were large, feathery, magnificent. You straightened out the skirt of your dress, looking up just as he turned around.

The moment your eyes met, the world exploded with color. His eyes were blue. His hair was blonde. The trees were emerald green, the leaves shimmering in all of the different shades. It was amazing, breathtaking, the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Warren stood, his hand caressing your cheek.

“I’m (Y/N),” you introduced, your voice shaky and your heart racing.

“Warren,” he replied, smiling. His eyes drifted to your necklace. “You knew.”

“My mom knew,” you nodded. “She thought you would like it.”

“I do,” he smirked, pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your waist as his large wings surrounded you, keeping you warm like a feathery blanket. You kissed his cheek, never wanting to leave his arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “Your wings are amazing.”

“Thanks,” he pulled out of the hug. “You can uh, you can touch them. If you want,”

You raised your hand and gently stroked his feathery wings. They were softer than anything you had ever felt. He smiled, wings faltering a little under your touch. He soon found himself staring at your lips. You smiled, your eyes tracing his gaze.

You took a step closer, one hand coming to rest on his muscular chest. He breathed softly and you could feel the ghost of his warm breath on your face. You were silent, faces inches apart. You closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasant feeling of his warm lips against yours. He hummed, pulling your body against his.

God, you’re hot. You projected into his mind. You felt him smile against your lips.


Among other things.

Well, you need a tour of the place, right?

Yeah. You replied. You can show me around and then we can have some alone time. If you know what I mean.

He pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. You laughed.

“I like the way you think,” he smirked, intertwining his fingers with yours. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles. “Come on, soulmate. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”