I love how you write Kurt! And I’m so ready to read anything else you write! Please tell me you have something for Angel soon?! Pretty please! With sugar on top!😍

the-useless-reptile:

A/N- I may have a little something >u> enjoy. 

Title Fight.
Pairing: Warren Worthington iii(Angel). x Reader.
Words: 665.
Rating: T. (Fluffy, a little bit of angst. )

“They’re beautiful,” You whispered, letting your fingers flutter into his soft wings. You could hear him breathing, and you could feel it expanding on your skin as he looked down at you. Biting your bottom lip, you petted as gently as you could, enjoying the sensation of the feathers sinking into the crevices of your finger tips. You could see the vague bruises on his bare chest from endless nights in the fighting arena. But, that was a touchy subject, and he didn’t like talking about how he got there. “They really, really are…”

“When I was young,” Warren started delicately, his wing twitching under your touch, “I used to hide in the bathroom… I used to be so disappointed in myself because I had such an obvious mutation…” Glancing up at him, you watched his expression carefully. He looked sorrowful, full of something that he hadn’t thought about in years, “I would try to cut them off…” He expanded the wing you weren’t touching to emphasize his statement, “With knives, shards of glass… Anything I could find… I didn’t want to be like this…”

Your hand left his wing, opting to push back some of his curly, blond hair. Your fingers tangled inside of it with ease as you coaxed him into looking at you. His eyes were darker than usual, and under the surface, he looked like he may have busted out in tears right then and there, “Warren…”

“I fight other mutants because I have to, not because I want to….” He admitted, swallowing as he did, “I would never kill them. Maybe, for a chance to be normal, just for the experience. But, my life lays on the line out there too, I can’t be careless… You put on a facade and pretend to be as normal as you can…”

“Normalcy,” You sighed, cupping his jaw slowly. It clenched under your touch, “Is a weird thing, Warren…”

“In the ring, I flaunt my abilities to them, because if you don’t, you’ll be hurt, sometimes even killed. Humans derive themselves from the discomfort of mutants, and we just have to push it back and pretend everything is fine…” 

Warren sighed, “I’m proud of my ability, and it’s taken me years to realize that. I still get angry sometimes. At the humans… We’re all the same, some of us just have different birthmarks,” Warren smiled spitefully, thinking about memories he no longer thought he had. “Why can’t they see that…? That… That I hurt, and I bleed, just like they do… (Name)…”

“They don’t see the side of you that I do, angel.” You used the nickname he had long had, though, when it came tumbling from your lips, it felt natural and loving, “All they see is your mutation. And that’s a damn shame…”

“They could take you away from me,” Warren whispered, “You’re a human, what if they find out? What if the… They take you from me…?”That was something even you couldn’t answer, though you tried. Your mouth rested agape, trying to conjure up a logical statement. But, Warren spoke first.

“My angel…” His wings scrunched up behind him as he lifted his hands to cup your cheeks, My (Name)… Will you let me fight for you?” He tilted his head, “If they try to take you from me?”

Your hand raised up again, touching his right wing. His eyebrows furrowed as you did this, eyes seemingly avoiding his own. You nodded wordless. Nothing else was said. Warren sighed shakily and sat himself down on his bed, pulling you down with him in the gentlest way he could muster. His fingers expanded on your back to keep you close to him, his wings shifting to lay beside him, flat as you continued stroking them. 

I love you, you said silently, pressing your forehead against him, and bestowing a small kiss to his nose.

Warren locked eyes with you finally, nodded knowingly and kissed your lips, I love you too.