Prompt(s):
“So I was thinking of a Warren Worthington imagine where the reader is a mutant
with blue jay wings and doesn’t know how to fly so she is teased a lot. After
noticing, Warren decides to teach her how to fly?” and “Angel request! Please
do one where the reader has wings as well but they’re more tiny and frail than
his. He’s very excited to see someone similar to his mutation but the reader
isn’t too happy with her wings and constantly hides them? They have a soryt of
connection right off the bat when they meet in the school.” and “Hey! Can you
do an Angel (XMA) x Reader where you just got your mutation and its wings so
Angel teaches you how to fly??”
Note:
Awwwwwwwww this is cute
Warnings:
Minor swears.
It had been three weeks since you got your
mutation. Three weeks since a pair of blue feathery wings had torn through the skin
on your back. It still hurt like hell. Every time you touched the skin, it felt
like it was on fire.
You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts of
the others around you. They thought it was funny you couldn’t fly. They teased you
for it. Even in a school full of mutants, you still didn’t belong.
“Hey there,” you looked up from your book,
meeting eyes with a very handsome stranger. He had fluffy curly blonde hair,
clear blue eyes, a strong jaw. Behind him stretched a pair of magnificent white
wings. They looked strong, like they could carry him through the sky effortlessly.
Your wings paled in comparison. “I’m Warren,”
“(Y/N),” you introduced, offering a shy
smile.
“I couldn’t help but notice your wings,” he
smirked, flexing one of his own wings.
“Yeah, well, don’t be too impressed. They don’t
work,” You replied, picking at the grass.
“What do you mean they don’t work?” Warren
asked, taking a seat in the grass in front of you.
“I can’t fly.”
“Do you want me to teach you?” he offered
after a pause. You nodded. He took your hands and helped you to stand. “I
couldn’t fly for a long time either.”
“But your wings are so big,” you whispered,
reaching out to touch one. He held it closer to you, letting you stroke his
soft feathers.
“Size has nothing to do with it. Trust me.”
he stated, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart flutter. God, he was
hot. “Let me see your wingspan.”
You spread your wings as far as they would
go, but even then, the feathers only reached the tips of your fingers. His were
twice as long as yours.
“They’re not strong enough.” you shook your
head. “I haven’t even had them for a month.”
“Late bloomer?”
“You could say that, yeah,” you shrugged. “I
just…I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Follow my lead, okay?” he told you. His
wings shook, rising and falling as they lifted him off of the ground. Great
gusts of wind blew your hair around. He was powerful. Much more powerful than
you.
But nonetheless, you tried. At first, nothing
seemed to happen, but after about thirty seconds, your feet left the ground.
“Move them faster,” he instructed. You did.
You rose further from the grass and closer to him. “That’s it. Easy does it.”
Soon, you were flying right in front of him, facing him. He reached out and
pressed his hand to yours. “I am so proud of you.”
“I’m not some little kid, Warren.”
“I know. But look at how high we are. You did
that in one day.” you looked down at the courtyard, so far below the two of
you.
“Well, I had a great teacher. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” he smirked.
***
Peter looked up at the pair of you from
across the courtyard.
“Hey, it looks like Wings has a soft spot for
the new girl,” He poked Scott in the arm.
“Warren? Being nice to someone? That’s new.”
Scott laughed, watching as he taught you to fly.
“Maybe he’s in love,” Kurt suggested. “I
mean, he has been making googly eyes
at her from across the courtyard for zhree veeks now.”
“True,” Peter stated. He stretched, cracking his fingers. “Now it’s time for this
silver-haired cupid to get to work…”
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