X-Men: Apocalypse Angel x Reader fluff (for Anon)

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*SPOILERS FOR X-XMEN APOCALYPSE *

Hope this is okay Anon!

AU in which Warren *SPOILERS* survives and joins the X-Men and goes to live at X-Mansion with the rest of the team.

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“Jesus Christ Peter!” You screeched as the speedster appeared in front of you,knocking you off your feet only for him to catch you and set you back down.
“What? You called for me” He said with a shrug as he lifted his goggles off his face, smoothing back his hair with the elastic.
“Do me a favour and go find Warren….pwetty pwese wit a chewy on top?” You changed your tone to that of a child’s and pouted.
He rolled his chocolate brown eyes and pulled his goggles back over his eyes
“Fine”

You turned back around to face the large, colour-filled Christmas tree before you. Admiring your work and awaiting the return of your friend.

“He’s flying. On his way back now, should be back in a few minutes” his voice rang out from behind you , nearly knocking you off your feet again.
“Thank you, Peter”
“No problem”
Peter was off again and you decided to go up to the roof of the mansion and await Warren’s return.

The air outside was pleasantly cool. No wind , no clouds.
You squinted at the sky, covering your eyes with your hands to see better against the golden sun.
The silhouette of Warren was visible just over the tree line. He wouldn’t be long.
Y/N leant against the slanted roof of the mansion, recalling the first time Warren had tried to teach her to fly. You were a shapeshifter; and a bird, dragon of even Phoenix was on your agenda to master. Warren being the best flyer, offered to help.
It ended with you plummeting to the ground in your human form as warren dive bombed as quickly as he could to catch you before you fell to your death.
He did, thankfully but only with about 2 meters to spare.
You landed hard.
He broke a part of his new metal wing in the process, as well as shoulder.
You got away almost unscathed, except for hitting you head off his wing when you landed, thanks to Warren who had pretty much cocooned you in his wings so you wouldn’t be harmed.

You never forgave yourself for that, and promised that you’d never fly again.

Newly healed, Warren was back to flying. Had been for a week now.
The time he spent with a busted wing and shoulder was a pretty low point for him because he couldn’t fly.
He spent the majority of his days in his room with you. Watching movies, sleeping, doing homework the professor set, more sleeping; for weeks on end, and if it weren’t for you, he’d have gone mad.

The best part about the whole ordeal was that Professor McCoy had insisted that warren not move his broken wing at all if possible. He’d also bandaged up his shoulder and told him if he moved it , it might click his shoulder out of place again after he set the bone.
This resulted in a “no shirt policy” for Warren as trying to put one on would only injure him further.
So when you spent hours laying together on his bed. His damaged wing outstretched, the same shoulder un moving. You rested her head on the not bandaged side of his bare chest. His free arm and wing wrapped around you while you slept.

Warren saw you from his place in the clear blue sky and sped up slightly at the prospect of seeing you.

He landed on his two feet, stretching his wings out before folding them behind his back.
His face twisting into a wince when he moved his shoulder in a strange way as he walked towards you.

“How was it today?” You asked,,moving to stand instead of lean against the roof.

He shook his head
“fine. Still not quite the same. Might give it a break for another few days. Still hurts like a bitch”
He continued speaking even after he enveloped you in a hug.

“Jesus Warren, how long were your flying? Your absolutely covered”
You gestured to the layer of glistening sweat around the exposed skin of his body.

“About 30 minutes. Still not 100% yet. It’s a lot harder than before”

“I know, I’m so sorry Warren” you looked down at your feet having pulled away from his embrace.

He sighed “Please stop apologising. I’ve said it about a million times that I don’t blame you Y/N cause it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask me to do it. I volunteered. And I I had just been a little bit faster in getting to you, then I wouldn’t be like this, and you wouldn’t have hit your head”

He pulled you against him again, kissing the top of your head where the now healing cut was.

Warren had felt so guilty that he had let you get hurt. So, so guilty that he pulled out a single metallic feather for every cut or bruise you wore after the incident. But he never told you that.
He was the expert flyer. He was the one who should be sorry.

“All things aside. I came to you for a reason” you said , smiling and grabbing both his hands.
“And what’s that?”
“I’m putting up the Christmas tree”
“And?”
“I nee an angel for the top of it”
You laughed and he rolled his eyes
“Oh no” he chuckled
“Just a picture! I don’t expect you to sit on the tree you idiot.”

He groaned “your really wanna take a picture of me to put in the tree?”

“I already did. Remember the Polaroid pictures we took when we all went to the beach a few months back?”
He hesitated,remembering the event “ …yes”
“The one I’ve got of you when you just came outta the sea and were dripping wet. Your him wings all glistening in the sun” you laughed wholeheartedly now, as Warren attacked your sides, his fingers ticking your stomach as you desperately tried to escape.
You gained a few yards on him but he swept his wing around and brought you back against him again.
“Oh no you don’t. Your gonna have to pay for that one princess”
He stopped tickling you abruptly, staring down at your face as you looked up at his own.
He leant downwards a little bit, you went to meet him halfway. Slowly approaching his face.
His lips glided past your mouth and too your ear.
“Just so you know, I may or may not have taken a few Polaroids myself while you were sleeping last week. And I also may or may not have made dozens of copies ready to be strewn around the mansion incase of an event such as this ”
“You wouldn’t dare”
“So cute! Those little panda pyjamas you had on are the cutest goddam thing the kids here will ever see”
“ okay what’s your price?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leant back against his outreached wing.
“Let’s see….I could let you off with a kiss?”
He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile too.
“Your one smooth son of a bitch Warren Worthington”
“I’m not hearing a no”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the side of his face carefully in one hand, moulding your lips to his.
You pulled away after a minute.

“Happy now?” You asked the Angel.
“You do realise I never took a picture,right?”
“Dammit Warren!”