xmen-preferences-and-ships:

Title: The Oncoming Storm

Length: 2,877 words

Rating: T

Warning: cussing, bullying

Pairings: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request:

Request please? where the reader has wings herself (they’re small&pink )&Warren thinks it’s a joke compared to his( like he takes it personal&is somewhat insulted because others admire hers&see it as cute&his looks scary to them ) so he constantly teases them about it ? I saw that girls ship w/Warren &thought of it all of a sudden. Maybe the reader admires warrens wings&tries super hard to catch up to him ? You can add stuff to it , I know it’ll be amazing 😀 either way !

A/N: This was sent over a week ago. You waited long enough. This took me like two hours to write and I was in such a bad mood I channeled my anger into this. I hope it’s good.

Warren had just about had it with you.

Ever since you had gotten to Xavier’s about a month ago he
had been slowly getting more and more pissed off each day. He just couldn’t
stand you! At first he had tried to ignore you and that had worked for a while.
He was able to ignore pretty much everyone. It was easy since most everyone at
the mansion hated him. The only people who spoke to him willingly were his
fellow Horsemen, Storm and Erik, and Kurt, Charles, and Hank. Everyone else
pretty much ignored and ostracized him. That was fine; he preferred to be alone
anyway. He was used to being alone and in pain his entire life ever since he
was a little boy growing up in his large house all alone and then becoming
Daddy’s little Monster when his wings grew. That had ended, but he was still
alone. He could deal with most of that nowadays, but you were the final straw.

When you first arrived he thought you were a joke. Your
mutation involved being able to see great distances, hear better than anyone
else, and wings. But, instead of 15 foot wings like proper winged mutants like
him had, you had these tiny, maybe 8 foot wings that were bright pink with very
fluffy feathers. They weren’t real wings to him! They were feathered excuses
for wings. You didn’t even have claws or talons to defend yourself! He thought
they were pathetic and you weren’t a real fighter or a real X-Man. He honestly
wouldn’t have cared if everyone else didn’t bloody love them so much.

Everyone was always coming up every single day and telling
you how pretty they were and how much they liked them. He even began noticing
people would do this in front of him like they were doing it just to make it
worse for him! They were using you to
hurt him even more. You would let people touch them and stroke your feathers. You
seemed oblivious to it or maybe you didn’t care and were okay with them doing
that. But the contrary, everyone was afraid of his metal ones. They shot knives
for Pete’s sake! Every time someone saw him coming they took off or glared at
him or back away. The more risky students would call him names or spit at him. He
didn’t want to admit it, but he was incredibly jealous of you. He was tired of
being treated like this! He joined the good guys, did what Charles asked, went
on missions for them, he was doing all he could but knew it wasn’t good enough.

Eventually, he started acting out as per usual. He would
play his music so loud he would get in fights with others over the decibel
level. He began blatantly ignoring Charles and Hank opting to stay in his room
in solitude with a bottle of liquor and his music. He even pushed away Storm
and Erik refusing to speak to them or flying away when they spoke to him. He
was getting lonelier and lonelier by the day and slowly slipping deeper into
his dark thoughts he used to have as a child. Then he began taking it out on
you. Every time he saw you he would scowl, sneer, and make little comments
about you. Sometimes they were blunt, other times they were subtle. It got so
bad he would physically poke your wings or pull your feathers.

It wasn’t until maybe into a month into this did he realize
what he was doing. He had been in a particularly foul mood and had made a particularly
nasty quip at you. He guessed you snapped because it went wrong.

You had been sitting on a chair in a lounge reading a book
the Professor had recommended when he had walked in. He ignored you and sat by
the window to smoke a cigarette. You were bothered by the smoke but you weren’t
going to talk to him. It was then a girl you didn’t know had walked in the room
and gasped over your wings asking to touch them. You were getting annoyed
lately with everyone asking you if they could touch them but you relented so she
would go away. She ran her nasty, greasy fingers through your wings and left
after a short time. You stood up only wanting to go get clean when you had
heard Warren.

“What a slut.” You heard him whisper as he finished his
cigarette.

“Excuse me?” That was the final straw. He had been nothing
but an asshole to you since day one and you had had it.

“You heard me,” he stood up and walked towards you. You took
a step back as he approached with his much larger wings. “You’re a slut.”

“Oh, and why is that?” You asked with a clip in your voice.

“You let anyone who wants to stroke these pathetic excuses
for wings of yours, do just that. Doesn’t matter who. Everyone just gets to
stroke you all they want and you never say no.” He sneered at you. You felt
your anger rising. “I’m wondering, what else do you let everyone stroke?”

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You reared back and let your fist fly as hard as you could.
You punched him so hard he fell down on the hardwood floor and you heard the
satisfying crunch of a broken nose. His wings knocked down a lamp, overturned a
table, and took a bookshelf with it among other things. You cussed as you cut
your knuckles on his teeth. You jumped him finally letting it all out. You
straddled him and slapped him hard across the cheek with your other hand that
wasn’t cut up. Your nails cut his cheek below his eye. You then grabbed him by
his shirt and forced him up to your level while still sitting on his waist. You
were too angry to focus on anything else. Your hands wrapped around his throat
but you didn’t apply any pressure.

“You listen to me you no good son of a bitch! I don’t care
what you did or who you helped! Your actions are your own! You have been
nothing but an asshole since the day I got here and I am sick of it! Do you understand
me!? You walk around here and act like an asshole even to the people who try to
be nice to you but you’re too busy wallowing in your own self pity to let
anyone in!! You wonder why you’re so alone?! You wonder why everyone hates you?!
Look at yourself and ask again! I am so sick
of you! The next time you say anything to me I swear to God I will break your fucking neck!” You
screamed with angry tears rolling down your face and you panted hard from the
pain of screaming so loud. You slowly and gently let go of his neck and shirt
as you came to your senses. “You aren’t the only one who’s had to suffer
because of your mutation you know. But you are suffering because of your
actions towards them.” You stood up and got off him. He stared at you with
those wide blue eyes of his and you heard footsteps. You saw the Professor,
Hank, and Magneto standing at the doorway. Well, Charles was in his chair, but
I digress.

“Y/N?!” You looked around seeing what you had done.

“I’m sorry, Charles.” You took off down the hall not letting
any of them speak to you. You had hid in your room for the rest of the day and
cried.

After getting his nose fixed and getting a major ass chewing
from Charles and Erik, he realized you were right. He had been a total asshole
to you and you hadn’t deserved it. He spent a long time in his room, thankfully
sober, and listening to music at a decent level thinking over everything you had
said. He didn’t want to admit to your face that you were right but you were.
Over the next month he stayed away from you only seeing you now and then and he
didn’t speak to you.

You, on the other hand, realized what you had done. You hadn’t
meant to do so, but now and then you thought about how blue his eyes were or
how soft his face had been or how hard the rest of his body was. You tried not
to. The man was an asshole! He was the biggest douchebag you had ever met but Goddammit
you realized you wanted him. What was wrong with you? You found your crush
reaching new heights as on the occasions you did see him, he usually was
shirtless and that made it worse.

His words about your wings were still stuck in your mind
though. You about decided you were done with this. You wanted to keep up with
him since you weren’t quite the flyer he was. You were gonna prove to him you
were just as great as he was and maybe that would show him better than angry
words would. You just needed the right time and day.

You decided Storm Day was perfect. Once a month Charles
would have Storm whip up a huge thunderstorm and rain that would thoroughly soak
what seemed like most of New York State. There had been a mild drought in the
past year and Charles was trying to help everyone, human and mutant, by
increasing the water levels but he only did it once a month so there wouldn’t
be too much. You decided you were gonna fly in the storm and no one was gonna
stop you. When Storm day arrived, Storm had whipped up the granddaddy of all
storms and then let it alone to do its thing while she, Jean, Scott, Jubilee,
and Kurt had gone to the mall. The Professor had cancelled all outdoor classes
and everyone was thrilled. You were ready for this.

You threw open your window once the storm was in full swing
and you let the wind take you up. Things went wrong immediately.

Warren was in his room watching the thunder and lightning crash
as he groaned in pain. His wings had started hurting several days ago. It was
getting so bad he wasn’t sleeping and it was starting to get to him. He had no
idea what was wrong but he was pretty sure he would die. He was in no condition
to fly so he stayed in. With that storm and his wings, he would be fried
crispy. He was sitting in a chair by the window when he saw you.

You were flying with the wind but it kept changing direction
and the wind felt like needles stabbing into your skin but you were not letting
go. You were doing okay until a bolt of lightning went off right in front of
your face. You lost your concentration and you fell. You managed to fall into a
high tree and you freaked out realizing this was a bad idea and more than
likely you were gonna be electrocuted. That was when you saw him.

Inside the Professor had gotten wind of your thoughts and he
and Hank had come outside being pelted by rain.

“Y/N!” Charles screamed. He didn’t hear Warren run up behind
him. “What has she done?”

“We can’t stop the storm!” Hank yelled. “No one can get out
there!” They both watched in horror as Warren took off above their heads.

“Warren, no!” Charles yelled in horror as Warren flew past
them ignoring the pain in his wings as he did so. He was nearly struck twice as
he approached the tree you were in. You were bleeding in several places, there
were leaves and pine needles in your hair, and your wings looked like the
feathers had been stripped from them from the force of the wind. He landed in
front of you and reached for you.

“Come on!” he yelled over the wind. You looked at him in
shock.

“Not with you!” you screamed back.

“You’ll die out here!” he yelled as the wind roared.

“So will you dumbass!” you hollered back as the thunder
boomed around you. “Just go!”

“I’m not leaving without you!” he screamed and grabbed you
by the arm pulling you against him. You stared at him with wide Y/E/C eyes. He pulled
you against his chest and you could see pain etched into his face. He let out a
scream as his wings pulsed in his back.

“What’s wrong?” you screamed suddenly worried about him.

“It’s nothing!” he looked at you. “I don’t know okay? Let’s
just get back in.” He held you close and he took off flying. You were a yard
away from the mansion when he suddenly dropped. The pain was too much and he
couldn’t stop it. You both hit the ground hard and he screamed at you. “Go! I’ll
be—”

He never finished his sentence as lightning struck him. His
wings lit up first and the rest of him jolted upright. Warren let out the
loudest scream of pain you had ever seen. Electricity sparked in his wings and
static ran through his hair. You watched as his wings shattered and when the light
cleared he was standing straight up, his wings were fried crispy, no metal, no
feathers, just burnt bits where they used to be. His hair was smoking. He
smelled like smoke and fire. His eyes were wide and glassy. He fell backwards
landing hard on the glass among the bits of metal. You ran to him and the last
thing he heard was you screaming.

“WARREN!”

———————————–

Warren opened his eyes to see he was in the infirmary in
Hank’s lab. He sat up slowly noting pain in every part of his body and
something else. You were passed out cold in a chair next to his bed holding his
hand. You looked terribly uncomfortable.

“You’re awake.” Hank said walking up to him.

“How long was I out? What happened?” he asked feeling a
metallic taste in his mouth.

“You were struck by lightning. Your heart stopped for about
a minute but we got it started again. Your healing factor fixed you pretty well
from there. You’ve been out for about a week.” Hank looked at the monitor. “Seems
to be no damage to your organs.”

“Is she—” he asked looking at you.

“She’s fine. Some scratches, bruises, her wings got it the
worst as she lost most of her feathers. She’s gonna be fine though.” Hank
motioned towards your sleeping self. “She was more worried about you though.
She hasn’t left that spot for the past week.” Hank looked back at him. “There’s
something else too.” Hank pointed to Warren’s wings and he looked behind him.
He was shocked. His old feathered wings were back instead of the metal
reminders he had had before. “They grew back after your metal ones shattered from
the lightning. Try and relax. I’ll let you rest.” Hank left his lab as Warren
looked behind again feeling the soft feathers that were there before.

When you woke up you saw him standing by the window smoking
a cigarette.

“Didn’t you do enough smoking for one lifetime?” You said
standing up. You suddenly felt arms around you holding you close. “What are you—”

“Don’t you ever do that ever again you dumbass!” he said
holding you against him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again! What the
hell did you think you were doing? Were you trying to kill yourself?”

“I was trying to keep up with you!” you yelled pushing him
off of you. You felt tears running down your face. “I just wanted to be like
you. I wanted to fly as fast as you do.”

“I don’t want you to be like me! I want you to be you! I like you exactly the way you are.” he
said back trying to reason with you. A pain rose in his chest.

“You hate me!” you countered.

“No I don’t!” he yelled back. With no warning, he gripped
your face and pulled your lips to his. You didn’t pull back and in fact kissed
him back. You held onto his face with your hands in his hair praying this wasn’t
a dream.

“Then why did you act like such a jerk to me?” you asked as
you pulled back. Your faces were still inches from each others.

“Because I was jealous.” He admitted.

“What?” you asked in shock.

“Y/N, I was sick and tired of everyone loving you and
treating me like dirt so I took it out on you and I’m sorry. You were right the
day you punched me. You were completely right. I’m sorry Y/N.” He kissed you
again holding you closer to him.

“Consider your apology accepted after you heal.” You said
smiling up at him.

“How about once we’re both good to go, we go flying together
on a sunny day?” You stroked the tattoos on his face.

“It’s a date.”