Prompt:
Could you do a Warren x Reader where the reader talks him out of joining
Apocalypse. (Like, maybe Warren and them were a thing, before he started the
cage fights and the reader’s been trying to find him, and they help him get
away from Apocalypse)
Note:
Reader has sight of the future and empathetic powers.
Warnings:
APOCALYPSE SPOILERSSSSS and swears and alcohol
There were flashes in your mind. A pyramid,
fires, a fight, an angel. Your angel. Warren. And he was dead. Or, he would be,
if you didn’t get to him in time.
You bolted awake in bed. Another vision.
Another vision of the future, and you were helpless to stop it. Unless-
You climbed out of bed and grabbed the bag
sitting in your chair, the one you always kept packed in case you had to bolt
somewhere.
Finding Warren wasn’t hard, being an empath.
You followed his pain like a trail of breadcrumbs. It led you to an old barn.
If your vision had been correct, you at least had a few hours to convince him
to come with you, to leave this place, leave that future so he wouldn’t suffer
the terrible fate you had seen.
“Warren,” you called up into the barn. You
could barely hear anything above the loud rock music blaring from his radio. “Warren!”
“Piss off!” Warren shouted. You heard a crash
and looked to see a shattered bottle on the ground of the barn.
“Warren! It’s me! (Y/N)!” you shouted over
the music. He was perched up in the rafters. He bolted upright, looking down at
you. He was shirtless, that much you could tell. His thick blonde curls were messy, much longer than when you had seen him last. When he fluttered down, you
could see his wings. They were burned very badly, the skin exposed and some of
the feathers falling off.
“What are you…how did you…?” He asked you,
his sad blue eyes searching your face. “Where have you been?”
“Looking for you.” you told him. You hadn’t
seen him since the day he was captured, ripped from you and forced into the fights.
“Something about where you were, it blocked you from me. I couldn’t feel you, I
couldn’t see you, but I got a flash
today and…Warren…” you were in tears. He slowly stepped forward, wrapping his
arms around you.
“What did you see?” he whispered.
“Y-you died, Warren. You were gone. Dead. I
couldn’t…” You sobbed. He held you close, trying to soothe you.
“I’m here.” He stroked your hair, kissing the
crown of your head. “That’s not going to happen.”
“H-he’s coming.” You sobbed. “We don’t have
much time. He’s coming for you.”
“He won’t get me.”
“You don’t understand, Warren. He’s…different.”
“I promise you,” he held your jaw in his
hand, looking deep into your eyes. “Nothing is going to happen. How did you get
here?”
“Train.” You told him. “I have tickets. We
can get away from here, go somewhere safe.”
“I’ll go anywhere you want.” Warren nodded. “But
my wings…”
“That’s why we’re not flying.” you smiled
sadly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know a place. There are people like us
there. Mutants. They probably have a healer that can fix you up.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Let’s go. We don’t have time to lose.” You
grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door.
“Not before this.”
“Before what?” You asked. Warren pressed his
lips to yours. You smiled into the long-awaited kiss. It wasn’t as long as you
had hoped, but you really needed to get moving before Apocalypse arrived.
“We’re doing more of that on the train,
right?” you asked. Warren smirked, laughing.
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