This Sucks (Warren Worthington)

skeletonwoman:

Request: 

Can I get the soulmate au where you both have matching marks that glow whenever you are around each other. With Warren Worthington/Angel, please and thank you!

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so you said matching marks and idk why i automatically went to a band on the wrist that everyone shares but the redness is specifically like when you hold a light up to your pinkie finger and it shines through, like there’s an actual light in your wrist and i didn’t mention it but when you touch the band turns white white.

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You stared at your wrist, the band glowing faintly.

An hour at Xaviers School for the Gifted and already your
life is looking up. Of course, part of which is because you’ve finally become
one of the weekly boarders in the school. Previously, your parents had ruled that
you needed to come home, on the two-hour bus each night and go to school on the
same bus in the mornings, because you were “just a kid”.

Now, after everything the school and your kind have been
through with the Apocalypse, your parents have allowed you to spend your
weekdays there and return every second weekend.

And it looks like this is gonna be a good semester if your
wrist is anything to go by.

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“No way!” Jubilee gasps, staring at your glowing wrist when
you proffer it to her. Her fingers are delicate as she traces the eerily red
band. She giggles softly before meeting your gaze again and your chest aches to
see the sheen on her eyes. “I’m really happy for you.”

“I know,” you say, a laugh escaping you as you pull her into
a hug. “You’re just very jealous and angry, I would be too.”

She sniffles, then laughs, then pulls from your arms and
fixes with you a big smile. “So it’s one of the new kids!”

“Totally!” You nod, your excitement resurging and she starts
rattling off names, then crossing them from her list.

“James Beck, too young, Nikki Elan, too female, Pedro… He
might be it. Then there’s Kurt, you left before he got here, and Warren- ew, I
hope it’s not him. He’s a nightmare. Oh,
and Ororo, she’s a girl but sometimes people get those glitches,” she says, her
brows furrowed and you swallow the laughter in your belly. Glitches. “So in
total, you have five options. Pedro, Warren, Kurt, Ororo and Benji K.”

“Benji K?”

“Well Benji, Benji J and Benji T are all called Benji.”

“Right! I love Benji.” You beam, remembering the crazy
haired older boy. You had the wildest crush on him last year, only diminished
when he dunked Brandons face in the custard pie and kissed Brandons girlfriend.

Last year was wild.

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“Hi Kurt!” Jubilee chirps, her steps faltering as the two of
you pass him, his smile bright. Your footsteps don’t slow, your gaze subtly on
your wrist where it’s pressed to your waist. Jubilee guides you around a
corner, her arm linked through yours and her laugh is a sweet sound that has
you looking up.

What must be Benji K and Pedro are talking together just
down the hall.

“It’s not them,” you whisper to her as the two of you near
and she frowns, disappointed.

That only leaves you with Bad Egg Warren and ‘Glitch’ Ororo.

“Maybe you’re a glitch?” She says hopefully and you force a
smile. What she’s said about this guy, honestly, he seems awful.

Stepping out onto the lawn, she scans the grass and you feel
your heart quicken as your wrist glows a bit brighter.

“Well, there’s-”

“Warren,” you croak, your gaze glued to the blonde boy who
stares at his wrist. The joint looks burned by how unnaturally red it is. “I
can’t go over there.”

“What?” Jubilee gasps, releasing your arm to stand in front
of you, blocking your visual of your soulmate.

“You said he was bad! You said… He’s bad and evil and did
awful things to people who deserved better and what if he does awful things to
me?” The words are thick and you can feel your face going red, a lump rising in
your throat.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” she whispers, her palms on your biceps
comfortingly, “I said those things when I shouldn’t have- well, maybe I should
have since you’d need a heads up… Anyway! You’re a mutant, Y/N, you can affect
your matter to literally become intangible. There’s no situation where a jerk-
your soulmate or anyone else- could actually lay a hand on you without your
permission and even if it did happen, you wouldn’t let it stand. And even if all that failed and he’d
hurt you and you hadn’t dealt with him or told anyone, I would help you. We’ve got this covered. Go meet him.”

“Meet me?”

The voice behind Jubilee startles you both and she yelps,
leaping behind you with a few sparkles popping above her hair and you’re left
staring at sky blue eyes and sunshine hair.

He looks like a fallen angel. A Christian cherub all grown
up.

“Y-yeah, meet you,” you manage, not thinking as you hold up
your palm for a high five and he stares at it. His gaze doesn’t move for long enough
that you panic and start to lower your hand, only for his hand to smack against
it and his fingers to interlace with yours.

“Hello, then, I’m Warren and I’m not like what they say I am,”
he says, stepping closer to you and you feel Jubilee move back, but your feet
are glued to the ground. “I’m worse and I’m so sorry that you’re my soulmate but
I can already tell I’m going to be so in love with you and I hope you’ll love
me too.”

Someone whispers a curse behind you but you can’t focus on
that, can’t focus on anything but the natural disaster right in front of you.

“You’re going to be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

He nods once, his other hand rising to gently cup the side
of your throat.

“And you have lots of issues?”

Another nod.

“But you’re good now. Right?”

He hesitates, his eyes darting over your features before he
nods once more and you sigh, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment.

“Please,” he whispers and the words cracks your chest open.

Blinking your eyes back open, you tangle your free hand in
the material of his shirt and pull, the tiny distance between the two of you
eaten up when his lips press to yours.

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yay