warren worthington

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

Warren Worthington III x Reader

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation, like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning bolt?”

Note: I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?


Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.

Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting and turning, a few flowers here and there.

He stared at them before he went to bed, often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he got to meet her eventually.

And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken, sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was one of his first days there. He walked through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others behind as he ran to meet you.

“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott, but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.

Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket. Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around. He gasped softly, taken aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly, your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing for the worst.

And then you hugged him. It was a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.

“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“I always knew you would come,” you whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.” he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly. After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were here and everything would be better.


Later that night, you were laying on top of him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles. He watched you, smiling softly.

“I never imagined in all of that, that I would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,” you told him.

“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his face before you kissed him full on the lips.

Warren knew one thing for certain. He would never get enough of this.

Work of Art

*My first Warren piece! I thought this was cute and it is based off this prompt. I’m gonna tag some people who I think might like this. @emmcfrxst @phoenixejean @shayara and @raypclmer. If you ever want to be tagged in any fic - specifically for a character - just tell me in an ask and I will put it together!*

Bringing Warren along to the art museum in town seemed like a good idea last night, but now? Now you weren’t so sure. He refused to even put an ounce of interest into the trip, and clearly is pissed off the majority of the time that you wander around the place.

It isn’t as if you haven’t tried to get him invested in the artwork; you frequently pointed out paintings and works that might make him smile, or even remind him of something that he had learned back in college. No such luck, as he merely would glance at it with a disinterested expression and mumble that it was pretty before stalking off to some other part of the museum. It was infuriating, and you were starting to get really pissed by his attitude.

With a large huff, you stop in front of a beautiful piece of work, a smile gracing your lips as you stare up at it in awe. “Warren, come look at this one!” He turns to you, having been looking at a text on his phone. Wandering over to you, he licks his lips and leans against the wall, only glancing at the painting on the wall.

Sure, it was gorgeous, and he wouldn’t deny that it was one of the more ornate ones he had seen, adorned with gold and all sorts of colors that he couldn’t name. Something about the smile on your face though made him feel enraptured, and he snaps a quick photo, eyes dropping to see the work of art he had just created. You happen to look over, noticing he’s staring at his phone and feeling the boiling point bubble over.

“Really Warren?” you snap, causing him to straighten up and shove away his phone.

Storming off to another part of the museum, he follows close behind, watching you slowly melt back into a placid state. The art that he had no interest in looking at was something you were so desperately in love with that Warren wished he could be as perfect as it. Taking a seat on one of the benches for a minute, his head falls into his open palm, a smile pulling on his lips as he watches you stare up at a painting of a garden.

You glance behind you, catching Warren’s eye and flushing slightly. “Will you stop staring at me and enjoy the artwork?”

His smile brightens as he stands and dusts himself off. “I am,” he states matter-of-factly, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets and tilting his head. You flush harder, turning your gaze back to the painting despite his eyes still being on you.

Warren Worthington was a man of few words, but the ones he spoke could make you melt.

Chapstick [Warren Worthington III x Reader]

You had a lot of different chapstick flavors. From the classics to the holiday favorites (that often seemed absurd and extremely impractical), you had all of them. It wasn’t to make your lips super smooth for effortless lipstick appliance, nor was it to amaze your boyfriend with non-chapped lips. It was in fact for a game. It was for a game that you and Warren had started way back on a very memorable New Year’s Day, on the terms of a very happy accident. 

You applied a thick coat of the cherry chapstick before you met Warren in the living room for a movie marathon. It was a New Year’s tradition for you two. As you sat down with the popcorn bowl in hand, he greeted you with a peck on the lips. He paused a moment, rubbing his lips together in deep thought. 

“Cherry?” he wondered out loud. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh. 

“Yep,” you had told him before bringing him into another cherry flavored kiss. Of course you both had enjoyed this little guessing game. It began to be a routine, and it went on year round. 

“What’s today’s flavor?” Warren asked on Valentine’s Day. You smirked at him, patting the bed beside you. 

“Come and see for yourself,” you said. Warren, already eager, pressed himself against you on the bed, his hands on either side of you head. He gave you a long kiss, then pulled away with a grin as he started to unbutton his dress shirt he had worn for your previous lunch date. 

“Chocolate,” he muttered against your neck as you let out a hum of satisfaction. Warren had developed quite the talent for determining chapstick flavors, including the crazy ones, like banana split or birthday cake. You were looking forward to a day where you could see Warren guess incorrectly. You had hoped to stump him in March, with your Irish cream flavored chapstick, but he had gotten that one too, to your surprise. When July came around, it was almost nothing to guess the flavor for him. 

You two were seated on top of your house, waiting for whatever fireworks would go off in the neighborhood. He had a protective arm around you, in fear that you would fall. He looked at you with sparkling eyes and a large cheeky grin. You couldn’t help but kissing him on the spot. Warren had erupted a deep throaty chuckle, then looked you in the eyes.

“Pink lemonade, very patriotic.” he winked, before the first firework of the night cascaded across the night sky. The same sky you found yourself looking up at on Halloween night with the clock nearing midnight. You two were laying on the roof, backs flush against the roughness of your house top. Warren was ironically enough dressed as an angel, and you a devil. It was only a matter of time before you were straddling his waist with your lips connected in a passionate kiss. 

“Did I finally get you?” you asked, obviously hoping that you had stumped your boyfriend when he didn’t automatically guess the flavor on your lips. Warren bit his lip, then smiled with a shake of his head. 

“Candy corn, you monster.” he mocked dramatically. You knew he hated candy corn, but that didn’t stop you from wearing it. You knew he would kiss you anyway.

On Thanksgiving, he had spent the day with your family, considering his own family problems. Your family had always accepted Warren, and they happily allowed him to join you for Thanksgiving dinner. He was seated at the table, looking at the turkey with desire. You walked beside him, placing another side dish in front of him, then kissing him on the cheek. 

“A cheek kiss?” he pouted, resting his arm on the table. You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Predictable,” he muttered as you started to walk away. 

“What?” you turned back to him, confused. 

“Pumpkin pie.” he raised his eyebrows, which caused you to very lovingly flip him off. It was these family bond celebrating holidays that you really loved to spend with Warren. Any couple could hang out and kiss and call it a connection, but you knew that you and Warren were different.

On Christmas, it was the same deal. You and Warren being together as an ‘item’ on Christmas day with your family. He fit in with everyone perfectly. After your annual gift exchange, and thanking everyone for such lovely presents, you and Warren had snuck off to your bedroom. You two were wearing the stereotypical festive elf/Santa hats, and were cuddled up in each others arms as you watched The Polar Express. It wasn’t even twenty minutes into the movie that you two shared a long kiss. Aside from the fact that it was Christmas, what made this flavor memorable was that it was Warren’s favorite. You two had many chapstick flavors, new ones almost every day, but it was the special moments that made your chapstick game fun.

“Ginger bread cookie.” Warren smiled, finally, resting his forehead against yours. “My favorite.” It was a beautiful picture perfect moment to end the year, and both of you knew it. You two looked forward to new opportunities for each of you, each other’s company and support, and many more chapstick flavors to guess. 

ten minutes in heaven [warren worthington iii]
warnings: Language, Sex mention (a lot), light smut (like this gets kind of heavy, but I do not write actual smut so)

word count: 2057

    It had started out harmless.

    Just a harmless game of truth or dare, but then again, nothing involving these rowdy teenagers was innocent.

Scott had gotten cocky, as he did on occasion, and called the group together. He claimed that you were going to have some ‘team bonding.’ You had laughed and asked him what that meant, but he would not tell you, instead forcing you into the room where everyone was gathered.

When everyone gathered in the living area, you sat on the couch next to Warren. This led to the group letting out various wolf whistles because they all knew that you and the angel were dating.

Scott then announced that you would be playing a few games of truth or dare. You had rolled your eyes and muttered, “Yeah, ‘team bonding.” It was a sarcastic, quiet mutter, and you thought no one had heard you, but Scott, from your other side, pushed you off the couch. You landed on the ground with a huff and looked up at your boyfriend who was laughing at your current predicament.

You turned and slapped him on the knee, but the action only caused him to laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just too cute,” Warren made out through gasps and chuckles. You frowned and crossed your arms like a child, and Warren reached down. He grasped you by your arms and pulled you up to your feet. He then proceeded to pull you into his lap, seeing as Kurt had taken your spot on the couch.

Warren wrapped one of his wings as well as an arm around you and squeezed your body close to his. You snuggled closer to him, laying your head underneath his chin and wrapping your arms around his neck. The Archangel dropped a small kiss to your forehead and the rest of the group groaned at your public display of affection.

Seconds later, Scott was trying to explain to Kurt what the game was as the smol blueberry cutie had no idea what truth or dare was.

You laughed and got off of Warren’s alp to grab a drink from the kitchen, questioning if anyone else wanted anything. Peter had called out that he wanted a soda and a Twinkie, and you chuckled telling him that you’d only get the soda.

When you arrived back in the room, you tossed the can of soda to Peter who quickly grabbed it and popped the lid. You sauntered back to Warren who held out his arms childishly, wanting you to come and sit on his lap once again.

“C’mere baby,” He seductively spoke, the words causing your cheeks to enflame and turn a bright shade of pink.

You walked back over to your cherubic boyfriend and when you got close enough, he reached out and grasped your hips. He yanked you down into his lap and wrapped his wings around you once more. He knew that you absolutely adored his feathered wings, which he had recently gotten back thanks to Hank’s intelligence. You stroked the pristine, white feathers in your hands, and Warren attempted to contain a small moan, but was unable. He groaned out and tossed his head back, causing the rest of the group to holler and laugh at him. Warren blushed, but was not ashamed; his wings were sensitive and when you stroked them, he was unable to hold back his pleasure.

When the game finally started, it had been innocent. Small, easy questions like ‘who do you like?’ or ‘how old were you when you had your first kiss?’ Simple dares like: ‘go jump in the pool’ and ‘go scare Charles and Erik downstairs.’

Then it got dirty.

Scott had asked Jubilee when she lost her virginity.

Jean dared Peter and Kurt to kiss.

You had chuckled and hoped that no one thought to ask you anything bad.

Then Peter spotted you.

It had coincidentally been his turn and he asked you to pick truth or dare, and you had bravely picked dare. That had been a mistake on your part.

Peter rubbed his hands together, a plan forming in his head.

“Stand up,” The silver haired speedster commanded, so you did. He then told Warren to do the exact same thing.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked to Peter, “What are you doing Peter?”

Peter laughed and then replied, “You and loverboy are going to play my favorite game: Ten Minutes in Heaven.”

Warren chuckled with his arms still wrapped around your waist, “Peter, it’s Seven Minutes in Heaven, dumbass.”

Peter rolled his eyes at the wing-adorned boy, “Yeah, I know that. I just don’t think you can get anything done in that time. I mean, you’re not me.” Peter boasted, which caused you to lean farther into your boyfriend with a smirk. You had been dating for a few years, and you knew exactly what he could do with seven minutes.

Warren smirked and his wings tightened around your frame, “Oh, I think seven minutes is enough time to get her crumbling beneath me.”

Your eyes widened at his blunt remark, the rest of the room letting out cat hollers and whistles. Warren only continued to smirk before rolling his lips into your back. You coughed and sputtered when you felt his obviously hard erection on your back. Warren held you tighter to him and repeated the action which led to Peter yelling at the two of you to get started in the room rather than in front of him.

You laughed nervously and stared up at Warren. You marveled at the tattoos on the sides of his face and the side of his scalp. You grew aroused when you thought about how the tattoos followed down his sides and onto his muscular stomach. Having the pleasure to trace those tattoos with the tips of your fingers and your tongue one night was the best thing you had ever experienced. Well, it was not really your pleasure, more like Warren’s. He had groaned and arched his back when you lightly traced the lines close to the hem of his sweat pants. Beads of sweat rolled of his forehead as you played with the strings that kept his pants from falling off. Warren continued to groan until you used your fingers to pull the sweat pants off.

By the time you came back from the memory, Warren was dragging you in the direction of his room. You followed behind him, almost melting in your own arousal.

When you reached his room, the door was immediately shut behind you and Warren reached behind you to lock it. Before you could do anything, Warren had you pressed against the door, his lips finding your neck and latching on. He used his plump lips to scour for your sweet spot, and when he did, you let out another moan and tossed your head back against the wooden door. The archangel smirked against your neck and sucked on the spot harder, no doubt leaving a dark purple mark for you to cover later.

Warren let his lips still for a moment before he spoke, “What do you think, baby? Think I can get you crumbling beneath me in seven minutes?”

You nodded your head frantically before responding, “Fuck yeah, you can. You just might need some more time after for a few extra rounds.”

Warren smirked again and began walking backwards, his wings expanding to their full fifteen foot length. You practically melted at the sight of his wings, and Warren knew it. He knew you had a fucking wing kink and used it to his advantage. The angel knew that the thing you loved most about him (Well, this was debatable) was his large, white wings. Warren smirked and puffed out his feathers and let you watch them for a few moments, before he extended his muscular arms as well. He nodded his head once before he flexed his biceps, the action causing you to whimper under your breath.

Warren chuckled and motioned for you to step forward, “Then we better get started, babygirl.”

You moved forward, attaching your lips to his. Warren responded with enthusiasm, tilting his head to the side so he could dominate. He slipped one hand up to your neck, tilting your own head to the side. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of your bottom lip. Granting him access to your mouth, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and rolled his hips up into yours. You groaned and Warren pulled his mouth away for a split second to whisper, “Jump.”

So you did.

You jumped into the air, trusting Warren to catch you. When he did, his arms were underneath your ass, supporting your weight.

The blonde angel walked backwards towards his bed. He let you fall first, so that he could lay on top of you. He reconnected his lips to your neck, allowing you to arch your back into his chest. You dropped your hands to run down his hard chest and you played with the hem of his shirt. Warren got the message and leaned back away from your body so that he could pull the shirt over his muscular body. It seemed to go in slow motion as you watched the shirt leave his body.

God, you had the hottest boyfriend.

From his muscular biceps, his chiseled six-pack, and his sharp v-line; you melted under him.

Warren let you watch him for a few moments before he reached down and pulled your shirt over your own body. This led to him marveling your body just as you did to him.

“I’m so lucky,” Warren whispered, his eyes deep and dark with lust as they scanned over the bare skin.

You pulled his lips back down onto yours by grabbing him by the back of his neck. He let one of his hands drop and roam around your body. You let out a few moans as he did so, and you raised a hand to pull on his gorgeous blonde locks. This caused Warren to let out one of his own moans, and you smiled at you achievement.

As for Warren’s wings, they were transferring between extending to their full length and curling around your body. At one point, you raised your other arm to stroke his sweet spot. Because his wings were sensitive as he just got them back, he had a sweet spot; it was just above his right shoulder blade. When you stroked it with your fingers, Warren collapsed above you. He kept his weight from crushing you, but his wings shuddered and his head threw back. He moaned out again and you let yourself arch into him.

Warren took your lifted back to his advantage, so he reached behind you to grab ahold of the clasps of your bra. With one flick of his fingers, he unclasped it from your chest. He quickly pulled the straps from your arms and let the material fall. He chucked the useless bra away from you, his movements becoming frantic and rushed as he grew more aroused.

When Warren finally let his hands fall to the hem of your pants, there was an interruption.

Knocking was heard on the door, and a voice shouted out, “Hey, your time is up!”


The both of you ignored his voice and continued your actions.

Minutes later, Peter knocked again, “Hey guys? Can you even hear me over your fucking?”
    Warren laughed against your skin and pulled his head up from your stomach, where he was layering kisses along the soft skin.

The angel spoke next, diverting Peter from opening the door, “Hey Peter? Can you please fuck off? We’re going to stay in here to finish some important business!”

You moaned beneath Warren as he reattached his lips to your stomach.

Peter was heard shuffling outside the door and his voice rang out one last time, “Okay fine, but if you guys fuck again, can you keep it down? I didn’t get any sleep last time you fuckers went at it!”

Warren ignored the comment and finally let his lips graze the hem of your pants. Then in one swift motion, he pulled the pants off of you and smirked, “Let’s see what I can do with unlimited time then.”


the angel dropped through the hole in the roof, eyes immediately locking on yours. there was a second where things seemed to stop. his eyes searched yours. you felt someone grab your hand and you remembered everything happening, how you were about to be teleported and the plane was about to crash.

the last thing you saw before you teleported was the angel’s outstretched hand, as if he was reaching for you.

Too Far | Warren Worthington III

Title: Too Far
Author: Clara
Character: Warren Worthington II
Prompt: @ceadar: “Okay my love; Warren x Reader where they fight and he walks out on the relationship because he doesn’t trust that the good things in his life can last and doesn’t know how else to protect himself 💗”
Note: The prompt changed slightly sorry bby

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Dating Warren Worthington III Would Include


  • surprisingly, this man loves to cuddle.
  • his usually the big spoon because, well, its hard to be the little spoon with big ass wings.
  • he gets jealous so easily. 
  • which usually leads to him kissing your neck, wrapping his arms around you, or just plain trying to make out with you.

“Warren, really?”

“What, babe? I’m not doing anything.” 

  • Cuddles after a long, rough day.
  • Your cuddles, love and kisses always make him feel so much better.
  • You’ve caught him more than once bragging to his friends about your sex life
  • When you do you usually threaten him with phrases like “no sex for a week!”
  • You hardly ever commit to your threat 
  • He’s very possessive. 
  • When he sees you so much as hugging someone else, his protectiveness shows.
  • He’s the human version of :/
  • Also the human version of >:(
  • If you get injured the slightest bit he’ll literally kick the person who hurt you’s ass
  • But if he was the one who hurt you (on accident of course) he’d be so freaking worried, like you’re his and he never wants to hurt you in any kind of way because he just loves you so much
  • he just loves you so so much
  • so much

“THIS IS AMAZING!” You screamed as Warren flew above the mountains.

He glared at you. “Stay still, woman.” Despite his words though, he smiled at your excited state and suddenly flew down, making you cheer louder.

Hair Dye and Tired Eyes

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Originally posted by snowhiteraven

Warren Worthington III x Reader (unspecified gender) 

Part [2] (fem!reader) Part [2] (male!reader)  

Author: Lewis 

Prompt: ‘your soulmate’s hair colour is the colour of your eyes. the colour of your eyes also changes to match the colour of their hair if they dye it’ with Warren please!

Note: Ahhhhh yes! I love all these soulmate ideas and angel is rad! Please send in more requests. 

Warnings: lil bit of language but that’s it. 

Red. That was the only word swirling through Warrens mind as he stared intensely into the mirror that hung on his wall. Over night his eyes had went from a subtle hazel to red. Not a bright red but a dark crimson red. Warren let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his shaggy blond hair. ‘Out of every colour they chose red.’ Warren though shaking his head.

He sluggishly moved away from the mirror and made his way to the door. Giving the door a gentle tug before entering into the hallway, groups of children flocking towards their class. Warren kept his head down in an attempt to draw focus away from his eyes.

So far he had managed to make it all the way to the danger room for training with the rest of the x-men without anyone noticing. So close. He opened the door, eyes immediately falling on the group of teens quietly conversing in a circle. He walked over slowly, eyes glued to the floor.

“Jesus we were beginning to think you weren’t gonna show bird-boy.” Peter smirked nudging him slightly. 

“Yeah I guess I just lost track of time.” Warren shrugged.

That wasn’t a complete lie, he just chose to leave out the part about spending an hour in front of the mirror contemplating his soulmate’s decision of hair colour. 

“Well know that you’re here we can…” Scott paused cocking an eyebrow at Warren before anger consumed his features. “Oh very funny Warren!” he laughed humourlessly. 

“Wha-,” Warren glanced at the others but they all looked just as confused.

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Kinks: Warren Worthington

Requested by: @releasethefreaks

-SLIGHT DADDY KINK: he’s not into dd/lg but he definitely likes being called daddy. you say it accidentally one day and he just growls and thrusts into you harder than he ever has before. It drives him wild and he loves it. Sometimes you call him daddy in public to tease him.

-He gets so so so shook if you wear lingerie or any kind of sexy clothing. He’s so into silk it’s actually ridiculous.

-For as dominant as he is, he’s actually a switch. He loves it when you take control and command him. One time you ordered him to lick your boots clean and he almost jizzed his pants

-Choking. Both him doing the choking and being choked. He loves the roughness of the act but also the trust that comes with a hand on the throat

-He’s such a cocky little shit but if you can throw it right back at him ?? He gets so flustered??? Like your confidence is soooo hot to them

-He loves it if others can hear the two of you doing the nasty. He’s purposely loud and tries to get you to scream because he definitely gets off on the knowledge that basically the entire X Mansion knows what’s going on in his bed.

-He’s really jealous and possessive but also kinda gets off on his own anger and angst. Like if he catches someone looking at you the wrong way or someone trying to make a move on you, prepare for the roughest screw of your life when you get home. Honestly, you may not even make it home. You might just make it to an empty hallway or closet. Or Scott’s car.

-He marks you up like crazy and always teases you about them even though he’s the one that gave them to you.

-He’s also really into just getting it on in any weird and risky locations. He’s a thrill seeker so this one is kind of a no brainer, but sometimes embarrassing to explain. Especially when your friends catch you in trees, dressing rooms, or bathrooms.

-He gets really hot and bothered when you tend do his wings. As you smooth his ruffled feathers and remove the loose ones, he can’t help but touch himself

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Dating Warren Worthington  Would Include ...


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·         Him crawling up between your legs whilst you’re lying on your bed reading to make you play with his hair

·         Him getting annoyed because his wings always get in the way but you just smile at him and stroke his wings playing with the occasional ruffled feather

·         Constantly walking around in public with his arm around you, partly because he just likes touching you, mostly because he wants to let everyone know you’re his

·         If he sees a guy eyeing you up as you walk past he’ll fluff up his wings so they cover you and your ass as you walk by

·         Flying you both up somewhere like a tree or the top of the mansion to snuggle, him closing his wings around you both because he knows how much you love them

·         Slapping your ass as you walk by him in the halls on the way to class because he loves the way it moves

·         Even when you surprise him with kisses he’ll still take control, cupping your face in his hands and deepening the kiss

·         Walking in on him taking naps on his front (because of his wings) and crawling up the bed to straddle him and massage in between where his wings sprout from his body

·         He’s got a really nice back, it very hard to resist

·         Waking him up with the massage and his wings fluttering around you making your hair fly about

·         You reaching down to press kisses all along his spine to the back of his neck

·         Both of you grinning like idiots when you reach his neck and embrace him in a hug

·         Him rolling you both over and kissing you silly because he loves you so much and can’t believe he got so lucky to call you his

·         Sitting on Warrens lap on a love-seat carding your fingers through his hair as you read to him

·         Lots of kisses

·         Long deep kisses that take your breath away and leave you reeling in his arms finding it hard to stand

·         Surprise kisses to the cheek that have his face turning slightly pink, making Peter and Scott burst out laughing and jean stifling a giggle

·         Just being the absolute cutest together because you love your little curly angel





Feedback is really appreciated, all requests are open and headcannons are extremely welcome, I love it when you guys kill me 

Eight Parts of a Whole

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Originally posted by jais-courtney

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Eight Parts of a Whole

Author: Morgan

Note: Okay, so I just watched all of Sense8 in like two days and I might be crazy, but I think Wolfgang looks a HELL OF A LOT like Warren and I was already having feels, so here, have this thing. It might be multiple parts, it might be one huge long fic. I don’t know. Edit: It’s just one big long fic.

Stars. You always seemed to be under the stars when he decided to show up. Lying on the roof outside your bedroom in your blue polka-dotted pajamas. Being a mutant was not easy. Being a mutant in a cluster of eight of them was something else entirely. You were not one person. You were eight. Kind of. Eight different people in one mind who share skills, have conversations, and be connected to one another, despite being actually located on different sides of the globe. So far away, and yet you couldn’t be closer.

Warren was always the one that came to comfort you after bad dates. Especially after he had saved your ass. Pinned the asshole against the wall and dared him to make another move.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Warren asked. You shook your head. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Stay.” Your voice was quiet. You pulled your knees to your chest. “Please.”




“What’s wrong?”

“My parents are shipping me out tomorrow. Some school for people like us. Mutants, that is. They think it’ll help…make it go away.”

“Make me go away?”

“Make all of it go away.” Warren’s wings shuddered. “Make all of you go away.”

“Easier said than done.” Ororo sat down with the two of you. “Where’s the school?”

“Yes, vhere is zhe school?” Kurt joined the three of you. You figured Peter was probably sleeping, Scott was probably visiting with Jean, and Jubilee was God-knows-where.

“New York somewhere. I don’t know.”

“We’re with you.” You took his hand and suddenly, you were in his bedroom. All of you were. “We’ll always be with you. They can’t take us away from you.”

“We’ll see.” Warren leaned back against his bedpost, his large feathery wings spread out behind him. It wasn’t often that all eight of you were together, but when you were, it was like the world had stopped. It didn’t matter that Kurt was in Germany and Ororo was in Egypt, or that Scott was in Ohio while Jubilee was in California and Peter was in New Mexico. You were together in the only way that mattered.


“You’re not going to prom?” Warren sat on your bed. You were having a Netflix marathon.


“Why not?”

“No one asked.”

“You’re gonna let that stop you?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged. The bed dipped under his weight. “Always bugging me, huh? Never Peter or Kurt or Ororo?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” You shook your head. “When’s school start?”


“Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He shrugged. “I dunno. Sometimes it just helps to talk. To you. I don’t wanna lose this. All of you.”

“You won’t lose us.” You stated, closing your laptop. “We’re not exactly normal mutants.”

“I know, but-”

“You know what? Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Your prom?”

“Not there.” You stood up. Warren stood beside you.

“Then let’s go to Scott’s prom.”

“Didn’t go to prom.” Scott showed up in the doorway. “My girlfriend is a voice I hear in my head. Didn’t wanna go with someone else. Or look crazy slow-dancing with myself, that is.”

“To be fair, I hear voices in my head all the time, not just when I’m with you guys.” Jean showed up.

“Did anyone go to prom?”

“Jubes did. California prom is crazy. You guys should come!” Peter popped in wearing a silver tux. “Kurt and Ororo are there.”

“Doesn’t Kurt have a show tonight?” Your blue friend lived in the Munich circus. He performed quite often.

“He’s done it so many times he doesn’t even have to think about it. Plus, he’s a teleporter. He’s used to being two places at once.” Ororo shrugged. Her dress was strapless, black, drop-dead gorgeous.

“Come on, (Y/N).” Warren raised an eyebrow. “I’ll save a dance for you.”

You looked at the others, each of their eyes pleading you to come with them, to have fun for just a few hours.

“All right, fine.” And then you were there. It wasn’t even a struggle to pop in somewhere across the country. Your dress was fierce and red, and it matched the tie of Warren’s suit. Jubilee smiled at the rest of you from the crowd of dancing teens. You and Warren waved at her. And just before you jumped into the dancing, the music slowed down.

Warren pulled you close to him, his arms tight around your waist while your head came to rest on his muscular chest. His warm wings wrapped around you, and in that single moment, you knew why you ended up with him every time you thought about love. It scared you to admit it, so you didn’t. But you felt all of his feelings. He felt all of yours. And though neither of you would say it you knew. And so you hugged him tighter. Sure, you hadn’t gone to your prom, but nothing could beat this moment.


Sunday night Warren should have been sleeping, but once again, he found himself with you. He only hoped that this time maybe the others would stay out. He loved you guys. All of you, but there were times when he just wanted a chance to talk to you.

“Hey.” You said quietly. He nodded and sat on your bed. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” His shoulders slumped under the weight of his wings.

“Okay.” You nodded. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything but tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I decided something today.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m going to find you.” You told him. He looked at you with guarded eyes. “I have to find you.”


“You know why.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against your bedpost, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice was quiet, pleading.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His land hovered over your face, thumb gently tracing your soft lips. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to kiss you… “More than you could ever know.”

“I’m going to find you. This summer. I’m going to come to you and we can be us. Together. In person.”

A moment passed and suddenly you were in Warren’s room, beneath the covers of his bed. It was darker here than it was in your room. There were no nightlights or laptops. Just you and him and the light under the door. Warren’s chest was bare. All that covered his toned body was a pair of tight black boxers. His golden curls had fallen into a messy halo. You were lying on his chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths. His lips were soft against your forehead.



And though he was the one with the wings, he wasn’t sure how this angel had fallen for him…


Because Warren was transferring near the end of the year, he didn’t see the point in even transferring at all. Until he got there and Jean was standing in the front room.

“Jean?” He asked. She whipped around at the sound of his voice.

“Warren? This is your new school? You made it sound like you were being sent to prison.” The tall winged teen looked around the mansion.

“I thought I was…” a smirk tugged at his lips. “Not what my parents had in mind, I’m sure.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “I’ve gotta text (Y/N).”


Your phone buzzed during your lunch hour. A picture from Warren to the groupchat. He was with Jean. In person. His new school was the mutant school she raved about. He wasn’t being sent to prison after all.

So of course, you popped in immediately.

“Woah, nice place.” You looked around.

“You’re here,” Warren breathed, taking you in his arms. “Well, not really, but you know what I mean.”

“This place is super nice. Wait. Is this Xavier’s?”

“Yes.” Jean nodded. “It is.”

“I’ve heard about this place! I applied to a summer program here!”

“You’re going to be here this summer.” Warren repeated, mulling over the words you had spoken. You were going to be here. Soon.

“Yes. I am.”

“Who might this be?” Warren and Jean turned to look as Professor Xavier rolled into the lobby of the mansion. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Warren, and though you should have been invisible to him, his curious blue eyes seemed to land on you too. “You’re one of them.”

“Yeah.” Warren nodded. Your hand slipped into his.

“And you are too.” His eyes met yours. Was he actually talking to you? How did he even see you? “I’m a telepath, Miss (L/N). I’ve just never seen another cluster. I didn’t know another existed until Jean told me.”

“I guess we have a lot to talk about…”


And so the quest began. Charles and Hank were determined to find another cluster and bring them all together as they had decades before. Their own cluster. And though things hadn’t worked out so well for them, they had hope for this younger cluster. They would soon know what true power felt like, what it felt like to lean on your new family, borrow their abilities and band together to be more than a group of mutants, but to be a team of them.

Scott was the first to get to the mansion, much to Jean’s delight and Warren’s dismay. It was almost as though the two had accidently gotten their lips glued together in a freak accident of some sort. They were always making out, always holding hands. It was disgusting…He wished you were there.

Peter came next, quite literally running across the country to find the mansion. Warren was glad to at least have someone who wasn’t practically conjoined to another member of their cluster.

After Peter was Kurt, Ororo, and then shortly after, Jubilee. When Jubes had gotten there, they had all sent you a group selfie. Warren sent a text with it. Wish you were here.

Wish I was too. You replied. I love you guys. I’ll be there soon. I promise.


He appeared in the car beside you as you made your way there. He took your hand, kissing his way up your arm to your neck and then your jaw up to your cheek and then the corner of your lips and then…he stopped.

“I want to save that for the real one.” He whispered and pressed a kiss just in front of your ear. You took a shaky breath.

“Who is it?” Your mother asked.


“It’s always Warren, isn’t it?” your father chuckled. “Tell that boy to keep his lips to himself.”

“No can do, sir.” Warren smirked. “I’m in love with your daughter.”

“He just had a snarky comeback, didn’t he?”

“It was kinda sappy, actually.” You smirked. “Going soft, angel boy.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “When are you gonna get here?”

“Soon.” You replied. “Dad, how much longer?”

“We’re gonna stop to eat, and then we’ll get there about an hour after.”

“Good. Can’t wait.”


In the course of the car ride, all of the others had visited you too. Because classes had ended for the day, they had nothing better to do than wait for you. Warren was impatient, texting you every few minutes to make sure you were still coming, that you hadn’t gotten lost.

“Chill out, dude. You’re so tense.” Peter smirked. “We all love her too, you know.”

“I know, I just…” Warren exhaled. “I need to hold her. I need to have her here. I feel like I’m missing something without her.”

“I know,” Scott grinned as he spotted you coming up the courtyard behind Warren’s unsuspecting figure. You pressed a finger to your lips as you knelt on the grass behind him. You covered his eyes with your hands. As soon as your skin made contact with his, it was as though a million fireworks erupted. He couldn’t speak, he could barely breathe normally. The others felt it too.

Warren reached up to pull your hands off of his eyes. He couldn’t hold in the tears that formed. They slipped down his smooth cheeks. He got to his feet, shaking, and turned around to look at you. It was like the first time you met. Uncertain, sure, but it felt so right. Like everything in the universe had finally clicked into place.

The others got up too, looking you over as though you were a ghost. Like you would disappear any second. Warren was frozen, his eyes locked into yours. You were here. You were real. You were no longer a voice in his head, a vision of something he could never have, something he could never touch. You were here. And your hands were soft against his cheeks. The bright pink of your dress drew contrast from his black leather jacket and his curly Mohawk. You loved everything about him. The soft wings that emerged from his back, and the way his calloused hands felt against your bare skin.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hey,” a smile tugged at his smooth lips. He didn’t smile often, but it was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. His tough exterior making way for something brighter. “Nice to meet you. Finally.”

“Yeah.” You succumbed to his embrace, holding him tightly against you, and he held you just as tight, arms fast around you, wings too. It wasn’t long before the others joined in, arms wrapped around the pair of you, loving and warm. Your family. Eight parts of a whole. Eight bodies, one soul. Together at last.

White Blossoms | Warren Worthington III

Title: Flowers and Wings
Author: Clara
Character: Warren Worthington
Warnings: None
Prompt: link here “reader has the power to control plants and flowers so they grow small white flowers over warren’s wings to make them fluffy and white again”
Note: thanks to @kurtwxgners I am now Warren trash (thANKS KARLEY!!!) 

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Did I ever tell you guys how fucking mad it makes me that there really isn’t very much Ben Hardy/Warren Worthington iii/Angel/Archangel merch? I mean, he’s gorgeous, a real sweetie, and the character is badass as fuck and he’s one of the five original X-Men. Yet, there really isn’t a lot of merch for him, so being the genius I am I made my own. Let me know what you guys think!

Feathers- Warren Worthington III (Angel) x Reader

Based in X-men Apocalypse (ish)

This was originally a request but I messed up so random angel one shot.

Originally posted by claracivry

The tears fell freely from your cheeks as you hid in the back room. Out of their sight, away from their jeers and taunts. Your wings curled around you, feathers gently tickling your bare legs, dressed in the short white dress they’d given you, hair flowing free. After all, you had to “look the part”.

There was a clutter of keys a thud and the one you’d been told was Angel fell into the cell next to yours, the metal bars separating the two of you.

He had a slight smirk, obviously having won a fight, and you scoffed, looking away.

“Hey.” He said, spitting blood out into the corner of the cage.

You ignored him, turning away but he leant against the bars to watch you.

“I’m Warren. Well, Warren Worthington III to be exact.” He said.

“That’s nice.” You said, turning slightly to look up at him. 

“I wouldn’t get too acquainted.” A guard said. “You two are battling tomorrow. Angel against angel.” He laughed walking away.

You frowned, shivering slightly.

Warren leaned against the bars, his bar chest shimmering with sweat in the dim blue light.

“It will be okay. I’ll go easy on you. Try to convince them to make us a team, we can work together.” He said.

“Why do you care?”

“What’s your name?”


“Well (Y/n), I care a great deal because you have wings like mine, and I want to teach you how to use them. It also helps that you’re hot.”

You leant back against the wall, regarding him curiously, “Okay Warren. When your caring gets me out of here maybe you can teach me, but for now, I’m going to sleep.” 

You curled up on the floor, your wings draped over you, sheltering you from the world.

You’d stayed locked up, being told you’d be on later. They had a nice little mutant for you to fight. Your back ached, the weight of your wings and the uncomfortable cell contributing.

Suddenly there was yelling and screams and the front door of your cell, the one that was charged sparked. You shielded your eyes, stepping back. The sparking stopped and tentatively, you pushed the door open with little resistance. You were free.

Warren suddenly came crashing through the back, his wings charred and falling apart.

“Oh my god.” You gasped. 

“Not quite, just an angel.” He grinned, wincing slightly. “Come on beautiful.”

He offered you a hand, which you took and the two of you ran out into the street.

He led you to a church style building, flying clumsily up into the rafters and grabbing a bottle of vodka.

“Since I’m not going to be teaching you to fly anytime soon, fancy a drink?” He asked, sloped over slightly. 

You touched his shoulder gently, “Can I help you?”

He laughed, “Only alcohol and sex can do that right now.” He stepped away slightly, wincing at the slight movement, “On second thought, maybe not the latter.” 

You laughed, following up in his clumsy way to the rafters. The two of you sat there in silence, taking the occasional sip from the bottle. A gust of wind blew through the windows and you shivered in your frail dress. 

Without saying a word, Warren opened his arms and pulled you into his chest, circling his wings around you. His bare chest radiated heat, his wings helping with insulation. Warrens fingers started to trace through your hair, running down your back gently.

“It’s been a while.” He murmured.


“Just holding someone.”

You nestled closer to him, his arms holding you tighter, feeling safe for once in the last week or so.


Originally posted by v-writings

“C’mon Warren! let’s make some snow angels!” You smiled up at him, Admiring how his nose scrunched up when snowflakes hit it. He looked so adorable when he was cold.

“There’s already so much fucking snow in my boots, i don’t need anymore.” He huffed, His warm breathe creating a puff seen air. Crossing his arms, He prepared to go back inside, But you weren’t having that.

“Well if you aren’t going I’ll just have to make you!” You swiftly tackled Warren to the snow covered ground, promptly straddling him.

“This is so much better than snow angels.” A smirk appeared of his face, Laughing a bit as he looked up at you. you rolled your eyes in response, getting off of his lap.

“God damn it warren.”

#8 “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“You can’t be serious. That looks like a belt.” Warren says as he comes in your room.
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You respond coldly and he snorts in disbelief.
“I don’t want you to wear that.” He says and for a second you get insecure.
“But I thought you’d like it.”
“I do.” He pulls you in a hug, his hands wander down to your ass. “I really do, but only for myself.”
“Mh, then maybe we should stay here.” You whisper, kissing him passionately.
“Sounds good to me.” He mumbles against your lips before pulling you in another kiss.