Okay so I have this request: Warren having nightmares due to everything with Apocalypse and his cage fighting history, and whenever he does, his wings spread out and start flailing and stuff. The reader has to wake him up, and he’s upset because he’s scared he might hurt her, but she just comforts him because he’s her angel and just lots of fluff.

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I’m so sorry this took me so long to do!!!! I hope it’s okay!!!

Pain.
Warrens dreams were filled with pain, copious amounts of it.
The wails and screams of mutants as he slammed them down, the sharp bone on his wing stabbing or slicing through skin, just doing what he had to do to survive.
The sharp pain of a fist slamming into his nose and then into his throat in the cage, the burning of his wings against the electric cage he was in.
The breaking, scorching, raw pain of his wings being broken and ripped out of his skin by Apocalypse, metal being shoved in its place.
The air being crushed out of him as the plane crashed with him in, being stuck under the wreckage, agonizing and violent, nearly killing him.
The scrapping of metal against bone as Erik removed the horrid metal wings from him, forcing the metal through his skin and tearing them off completely so he could heal.

He dreamt about it all.
Not all the time, anymore. Not like he used to. Waking up every night at 3 a.m. to sharp pains in his back just from the memory of it all, his wings twitching and spasming. It was like his own mind was teasing him and poking fun at him for not being able to control the way he felt at the time, for not being able to forget the pain he endured.
He’d still get the dreams, sometimes, and when he did he had to wake himself up from them and hope he hadn’t woken you up, you were the one that made him feel happy again, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
Tonight, though, he didn’t.

Instead he woke up to the sound of your scream, followed by a thud and an ‘oof’.

“Baby?” He grumbled, sitting up, his wing flicking out and puffing up, white feathers falling off onto the bed.

“Warren are you okay?” Your head popped up from the side of the bed, clearly shaken up.

“I think I should be the one asking you that question as you are literally on the ground.” He said, reaching over to grab your hand and pull you back on the bed, pulling you into his arms. “Why were you on the floor?”

“You were flapping your wings in your sleep and you sounded like you were having a bad dream, are you okay?” You laid your hand on his cheek, his forehead touching yours.

“I’m fine, it was just a dream.” He said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, only for a wing to spasm and for you to sit up.

“What happened? Do you think talking about it will make you feel better?” You asked, smiling gently as his hands slid into your own, fingers intertwining.

He sat up, pulling you in his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck to hear you giggle as he said “Talking about it will probably make me feel weak.”

“How can you, Warren Ken-”

He cut you off and glared playfully, “Don’t you dare say my middle name.”

“-neth Worthington iii, feel weak?” You continued, laughing as he groaned.

“You know I hate when you say it!” He grumbled as you laughed, and he sighed “Anyone can feel weak, no matter the size of their muscles, you know.”

“I know that, of course I know that. I’ve watched Hank cry over a puppy dog while he was in beast mode.” You said, smiling when he chuckled “Will you tell me what happened?”

“It was about when I was in the cage, and Apocalypse, and the expressions on people’s faces when I attacked them, sometimes killed them, and when Magneto took out the metal wings, and just the pain.” He sighed, burying his face in your neck “What if I hurt you? I’ve hurt countless people, killed half as many, sometimes they didn’t even deserve it.”

“Warren, the people you hurt when you were in the cage, Warren that wasn’t your fault. It was kill or be killed.” You said, running your hand through his hair “You won’t hurt me, you know that.”

“I’m so afraid I’m gonna destroy the best thing that has every happened to me.” He whispered, his wings twitching when you pressed your hand between them “Mmm don’t do that, it feels too good.”

“Warren, there’s more possibility of me hurting you than there is of you hurting me, I promise.” You said, picking his head out of your neck so you could look at him “And besides, you’ve got to have a little pain sometimes.”

His eyebrow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, I didn’t mean it that way.” You laughed, kissing the burn mark on his shoulder.

“I love you, you know.” He whispered, smiling gently, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, angel.” You whispered, kissing his jaw, “My angel.”

He pressed his lips against yours “Your angel, indeed.”

“God I’m so in love with you.”