Warren: *kisses you* Merry Christmas, Y/N. Y/N: Merry Christmas. *smiles* I have to ask, did you plan that? Warren: Maybe… *laughs* Y/N: I love you, Warren. Warren: Love you too.
Request: “Can you do a Warren x Reader where your a new kid that acts all big and tough and wears combat boots with leather jackets. Since you look intimidating, no one really talks to you. Then one day you see Kurt being bullied so you stand up for him and he slowly becomes your friend. Later on he realizes how alike you are with Warren so he tries playing cupid and tries to get you two together. So one day when you were talking to Warren you see Kurt looking at you two and you realize what’s going on.”
Warnings: Bullies at the beginning
A/N: I feel like Kurt would totally set his friends up, this was cuuuuute
You walked down the halls of Xavier’s school, your books tucked into your arms. You could feel the stares from students as you passed them by, their eyes on your combat boots and leather jacket. You knew you intimidated them with your heavy clothes and dark attitude. No one really talked to you besides the odd teacher.
You were drawn fro your thoughts when you heard the shouts of some kids, their voices loud and obnoxious. You frowned when you saw some of the more rude boys surrounding another student, tossing insults back and forth loudly. The student in the middle had dark blue skin, his face worried and his tail whipping back and forth anxiously. You blew out an angry breath, jogging forward, shoving through the boys.
“Hey!” You hissed, knocking a couple of them back. They all immediately stepped back at the sight of you, your eyes narrowed and hands out defensively.
“Leave him alone, you assholes,” you growled. When they didn’t move, you pointed down the hallway, your face twisted in anger.
“Get out of here!” You yelled. They all suddenly slipped and slid on the floor, all scrambling to get away. When they had gotten far enough down the hall, you turned around to the frightened blue mutant, sighing. You took hold of his arm, your expression softening at his panicked expression.
“You okay?” You asked. The blue mutant managed to nod, thanking you in a soft German voice.
“Danke,” he whispered.
“It’s no problem, they’re jerks, they deserve a little frightening. I’d just ignore whatever they said to you,” you said, making sure he was standing steadily on his own two feet.
“I know.” The mutant offered you a small smile, holding out a hand. “I’m Kurt. Kurt Vagner.”
You grinned in return, taking his hand happily. “Y/N. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new?”
“Kind of,” Kurt shrugged, pushing his hair behind his ear. “Have you been here long?”
“Just this year,“ you admitted, twisting your hands together. “But I don’t have many friends.”
“I’d love to be friends vith you!” Kurt exclaimed. You raised your eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Of course! You did just help me,” Kurt said. You sighed, relenting gratefully. It might be nice to have a friend here.
Over the next month, you and Kurt slowly became fast friends. Kurt and you were always seen together roaming the halls or just hanging out and laughing on the lawn. But one day, you noticed someone walking across the bright green grass of Xavier’s that made you sit up. Kurt noticed your gaze focused on something else, turning to see who or what you were staring at. It was a blond kid with huge wings, striding across the lawn with his hands in his pockets and his dark leather jacket fluttering in the breeze.
“Who’s that?” You breathed, quickly glancing away when he looked behind him, almost catching you staring at him.
“Warren Worthington,” Kurt informed you. You bit your lip. “Is he nice?”
“I zhink so,” Kurt said. “I’ve only spoken to him a few times, but my ozher friends seem to like him.”
You didn’t notice when Kurt’s tail suddenly perked up, an idea coming to him. He looked between you and Warren, the similarities between your interests startling. Kurt stood up, wringing his hands.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, bamfing off. You blinked, the blue cloud left over from Kurt’s mutation making you cough. You wondered he went, picking up your homework to do while he was gone.
Kurt waited for Warren to enter the building, coming up behind him.
“Warren!” He called, waving a hand up in the air. Warren turned around, grinning when he saw Kurt.
“Hey, Kurt. What’s up?” He asked.
“Do you know Y/N?” Kurt asked breathlessly.
“I’ve seem them around, why?” Warren frowned.
“You should go talk to zhem, I zhink you’ll like zhem.”
Warren sighed. “I don’t know, Kurt. Not a lot of people like me.”
“Zhey will,” Kurt promised, a wide grin on his face. Warren rubbed his forehead.
"Okay, if you’re sure.“
Warren headed back outside, Kurt internally celebrating.
You were mid page turn when someone cleared their throat next to you. You looked up, freezing when you saw who it was.
"Hey, just wanted to say hello,” Warren said, his wings fluttering behind him.
“Oh, hi,” you forced out. Warren pointed to your shirt. “You a fan of Metallica?”
You looked down at it. “Yeah, they’re not bad. Though I prefer-”
“Rush.”
You and Warren spoke at the same time, you blushing down at your feet.
“So, what brings you over here?” You asked. Warren shrugged, sitting down beside you, careful to keep his wings out of the way.
“I saw you sitting by yourself, and wanted to greet a fellow music fan,” he said.
You grinned. “Yeah?”
You saw something out of the corner of your eye, turning to see Kurt standing by the school, waving and smiling then bamfing off.
“Oh, Kurt,” you whispered.
“What?”
“N-nothing,” you stammered, looking back at Warren. God, he was cute. You reminded yourself to thank the school Cupid later, laughing along with Warren for the next hour happily.
Before the two of you even bein dating, he’s your best friend first.
The two of you passing notes in class and not really paying attention, much to Professor Xavier’s disapproval.
You being practically the only one who understands his need for flying, not judging him if he decides to skip class and take to the skies instead.
Lots and lots of trips around the school, him holding you in his arms as he flies around.
As soon as he realizes that he has a crush on you, nothing really changes much in your relationship, because quite honestly he doesn’t know how to respond to these feelings.
Most of the people in his life that loved him were disgusted by the fact that he was a mutant, but for someone who understands the struggle and perhaps loves him because of that seemed surreal to him.
Going to Bobby for advice, which Warren tries on you with no avail.
Professor Xavier noticing his struggles and giving him the piece of advice after all; to be himself.
As cliché as it sounded the Professor turned out to be right, the two of you getting together nearly a week later.
KURT WAGNER HEADCANONS:
One the most polite and respectful boys that you have ever dated.
Gentle kisses, whether it be on the lips, cheeks, neck or elsewhere.
He always asks permission for a kiss or anything else that he wants to do with you, almost as if he’s afraid of hurting you.
Sometimes he gets a bit insecure that someone like you is dating someone like him, when quite possibly you could have anyone in the school and yet you chose him.
Always mending his insecurities with small kisses on the forehead or cheek.
Absolutely loving his accent, which around the school makes him a bit insecure since everyone has American accents, but you reassuring him that its a big turn on.
The two of you often going on dates that involved watching after the children in the school, Kurt being the best father figure in the world.
Lots of awkward and sweaty handholding.
Sweet, chaste and gentle kisses.
Him being the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.
PETER MAXIMOFF HEADCANONS:
Never in your life had you met a more arrogant and self-centered person.
Thus, your first reaction was to utterly loathe the boy.
However, he was known not to take no for an answer, which was why every time the two of you were on the same mission or happened to be in the same class together, he would shamelessly flirt with you.
Multiple times you would tell him off, but you could swear he had to be either the most dense or stubborn person on the planet.
The two of you having a love/hate relationship with each other for months.
There was suddenly a shift in your relationship, as if perhaps being with him wouldn’t be that bad.
You, of course would never admit that; you would never want to fuel his ego even more.
Him becoming super jealous of every guy that you seemed to hang out with, but he would always deny it whenever you seemed to suggest that idea.
It was only after you were severely injured on a mission, did Peter finally make a move.
As soon as you were conscious he spewed out his well prepared speech, but noticing your perplexed look, kissed you instead.
The two of you getting scolded for making out in the med bay.
43:“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
When Warren stepped out of the shower; he took a look in the mirror.
The hard creases in his stomach gave way to broad shoulders; broader than they’d ever been. His wings were getting heavier nowadays; he could feel the strain on his back when he lifted them, skin pulled by the huge span of feathers. They were dotted with water from the shower – damp and warm.
Showers were so difficult for him. They weren’t built for a guy who had huge wings jutting out of his spine – having to fold them just to get through the door was tragic. He’d once managed to catch his right one in the glass door, and god had that hurt. Blood staining the delicate white, washing down the shower drain.
Now, he was careful. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped through into his bedroom, feathers brushing the doorframe as he made his way to the bed. She was laying there in pyjamas; hair in a halo around her face as she read her book quietly, pausing to lick her index finger as she turned the page.
God, that did things to him. She turned, a devilish smile on her face as she looked him up and down. “Mr. Worthington” she grinned “you’re looking a little risque tonight”. He slid onto the bed next to her, calloused fingers reaching out to stroke her stomach. She shivered at his touch, sending adrenaline dancing through his fingertips. “You have no idea how much I want you right now” she breathed, snaking her hands into the golden coils in his hair.
“Well then” he grinned, leaning over and flicking the switch on the bedside lamp.
Being away from your boys is never easy, especially when you’re states away on a business trip.
The bed in the hotel feels entirely too empty when you get home from the plethora of meetings, and the only thing you really want is to curl up with Alex and Warren and watch reruns of SNL.
Peeling off your work clothes, you slip on a grey crewneck (you’re not sure if it’s Warren’s or Alex’s, but what you’re sure of is that it smells like home) and a pair of leggings, and climb into the vacant bed. You’re not sure if you want to text the boys, because you’re almost certain that they’re having their own date night. After all, they rarely get time to themselves!
Just as you’re about to put your phone on the charger for the night, your phone vibrates suddenly, and low and behold — it’s Warren, in the groupchat. You swipe right, and an affectionate smile immediately takes up your face.
It’s a picture of Alex and Warren, with Warren resting on Alex’s chest. Warren is pressing a kiss to Alex’s jaw, and you can see Alex’s lips curled in a small smile. The picture is captioned, “One time I thought I was heterosexual. Thank god this idiot came into my life. Missing you, baby girl.”
You laugh out loud at the text, and reply,
“You boys will be the death of me. I love you both so much, can’t wait to be home. Don’t have too much fun without me ;)”
It’s almost a full minute before they reply, this time, it’s Alex that sends a picture — and it definitely sends a wave of heat throughout your body.
It’s a shot of Alex’s lower body, and they’re both clearly shirtless. Alex has only got his jeans on, and Warren’s hand is shoved down the front of Alex’s jeans, clearly gripping Alex’s length. It’s captioned, “No promises there doll.”
Needless to say, you’re thanking the Lord for FaceTime.
Warren is the worst person to share a bed with. Not only will he take up ¾ of the bed, he talks in his sleep. And not quiet whispering, he’s almost yelling.
He’s a real charmer. He grew up in a very wealthy family so he almost had to be. However, once he does have an interest in someone, the charm stops, replaced with the real, goofy Warren.
xm:a warren
Warren would have major trust issues after Apocalypse. It might take a while for anyone to break through his shell, but when you do, he’s never going to let you go.
Who needs airports when you have a boyfriend with wings? They make Warren take them everywhere. It’s more efficient and cheap than any other transportation. (Plus, his metal wings can’t get through airport security).
Anyone who messes with his s/o is in for a bad time. Sure, he may be a lover but he’s also a fighter.
Warren’s insecure about the scars on his face he got during his fight with the X-Men. His s/o assures then that they’re fine, and that he’s still ridiculously hot, even with them. (He doesn’t completely believe them, though).
Warren likes to bury himself in his s/o’s neck when he’s really tired. It’s what helps him fall asleep the fastest, breathing in their scent, listening to the quickened pace of their heartbeat when he’s around. That’s the closest to at peace he’ll ever be.
Warren is totally super (lowkey) protective of you. Like, he wants to protect you S O B A D and keep you away from everything that could hurt you but he doesn’t want to lose you and he definitely doesn’t want to stop you from doing anything you wanna do so he does his best to back off
Warren aka The King of Lowkey Bein Jealous – need I say more? he will get jealous ALL THE DAMN TIME SERIOUSLY THIS BOI NEEDS TO CHILL
Warren is also so damn proud of you and is SUPER aware of what you’re capable of. If anybody says chats shit about you he’s like “ohH BROTHER YOURE G O N E” and he just waits for you to do your thing
Also Warren tries so damn hard to impress you it’s honestly embarrassing sometimes. Like he’ll throw you over dramatic winks and flex his muscles and stretch his wings out and act all cool with his cute, dumb leather jacket whenever you’re near and you just have to be like. “Warren, s t o p!! You’re embarrassing yourself, good lord” He’ll keep doing it anyway just to annoy you
oh my gosh also don’t even get me started on Warren’s damn wings. He just about busts a nut when you touch them and he will deadass refuse anyone else’s request to touch them.
He grew up at a time when only thugs had tattoos, he has
warmed to yours however , as he sees how much you love them and understands
that they are an extension of you.
Eric
He’s not too keen on them, they tend to remind him of his
own unwilling tattoo and his time in the camps. He is slowly warming up to them
though, asking why you have each one.
Alex
He would love them, despite growing up at a time when they
were still frowned upon. He thought they were rebellious and sexy as hell.
Peter
He would add his own with marker pens, doodling on you while
you cuddled up together watching a film or listening to music.
Scott
He was curious about them, why do you have them? What do
they mean? Did it hurt?
Kurt
He grew up around people covered in tattoos at the circus,
so he wouldn’t be bothered by them. He would think of them as beautiful art. He
could look at them for hours, picking out all of the little details.
Jean
She’d like to run her fingers over them, especially after a
nightmare, it calmed you both down, knowing that it was just a dream and that
nothing had really changed.
Jubilee
She would adore them, if you have any black and grey work,
she would add colour with marker pens, and follow the lines with her fingers.
Ororo
Like Kurt she would see them as art, a beautiful
representation of you, forever inked into your skin.
Warren
He has tattoos on his face for crying out loud. Similar to
Alex he would find them sexy. He’d love seeing any tattoos that were usually
covered by your clothes, like they were just for you and him.
Could I pretty please request a fic where Warren is a cocky jealous shit who chases after the reader, but is actually a huge softie that buys her stuffed animals and knows her coffee order by heart and crap like that. (thank you so much and oh my god I love your writing)
A/N: Oh my god thank you so much! That’s actually the nicest thing, like, ever! Sidenote, I’m combining these requests because it mostly works and I’m a fan of efficiency.
Warren Worthington iii + You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this
Helping your boyfriend limp up the flights
of stairs to your apartment was definitely not what you had had in mind for the
night, and yet here you were, all but shoving Warren through the door and
propping him up at the kitchen table while you dig your first aid kit out of a
drawer.
“Honestly,” You sigh in exasperation as you
pull the small red box out and set it on the table. “I mean at this point I
shouldn’t really be surprised that
you manage to find fights to get into literally everywhere, but did you really
have to punch him because he ‘looked at
me funny’? I’m a big girl, Warren. I can flip off creeps myself, thanks.”
You say, gently taking his chin in your hand to examine his split lip and
swollen nose more closely. Warren just shrugs, his wings fluttering slightly
behind him.
“He was an ass and I don’t like other guys
drooling over you,” He replies thickly, his voice somewhat distorted by his
battered nose. “Besides, you shouldn’t have
to deal with creeps yourself. That’s my
job.” He sounds almost petulant, and you roll your eyes, because this isn’t the
first time you two have had this conversation, and you’re willing to put money
on it not being the last time either.
“I’m very capable of standing up for
myself, and I’d really prefer it if you didn’t get into some ridiculous fight
over my honour or whatever every other time we go out. It’s kind of a pain in
my ass.” You remind Warren, handing him an ice pack to hold to his nose and
upcoming black eye while you clean the cut on his lip. He starts to say
something in protest, and you quickly cover his mouth with your hand, giving
him an admonishing look. “Babe please. I know you love to assert your
dominance, but I’m not a fan of limping you home every time, and I worry about
you. So if you could manage to refrain from fighting anyone who looks at me,
that would be wonderful.” You don’t withdraw your hand from over his mouth till
he nods in defeat, letting the conversation drop for the time being at least.
You finish cleaning Warren’s lip before
handing him some painkillers and pushing him gently towards the shower. He’s
obviously tired, because he goes willingly, and when he emerges, hair damp and
clad only in flannel pyjama pants, he looks more or less asleep already. You
push back the covers beside you on the bed and he flops down onto it face
first, his wings spreading a little to drape across your lap as he tucks
himself against your side, slinging an arm around your waist. You put down the
book you were reading, smiling fondly down at him as you stroke his hair
gently, carding your fingers through his curls.
“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep
like this.” You chuckle as he leans into your touch. Warren just hums drowsily
in response, tightening his grip on you and pulling you down the bed a little
so he can rest his head against your shoulder. Squirming in his grip, you reach
over to turn out the light on your nightstand before cuddling in close beside
him, idly tracing light patterns across his wings. It takes him all of about
two minutes to fall asleep, one wing slung over you protectively, face tucked
against the crook of your neck, and his slow, even breathing soon drags you into
the realm of unconsciousness.
I took this to mean the XM:A version of all these characters. These can be expanded upon!
Kurt -You’re probably his first s/o, so he’s definitely nervous about how he acts around you -He probably goes to Scott and Peter for help, but TBH they’re not much better -After several failed attempts to ask you out, Jean steps in and is able to give him the confidence he needs to succeed -Obviously you say yes, cause he’s the sweetest thing who’s been pouring over you since he arrived at the academy. -has anyone ever whispered sweet nothings to you in German, because it is delightful and even if you don’t know what he’s saying, you know it’s the nicest thing a boy could say -Who needs a car to sneak out when you have Kurt? All of your dates off of school grounds start and end with a BAMF -He’ll turn almost purple every time you kiss, but always immediately ask for more
Warren -This boy is not used to being treated nicely, so he is in constant awe of how you are with him. -Kisses all over his face. Just do it. He deserves it. -He often tells you about how beautiful his wings were before they were metal, and you have to assure him that these are the most beautiful you can imagine. -he hasn’t really gotten used to his new wings yet, so he’s probably tiptoeing around using them at all. -He and Kurt have a pretty strained relationship, and you’ll probably have to act as the diplomatic bridge between them. -The first time you take him to the record store in the mall he almost goes into shock. There’s just so much music to chose from, and it’s all his choice! -If you also have a very obvious mutation, he’s very persistent in telling you that it’s beautiful, and that he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. -He is so lucky, and when he kisses you, you feel pretty darn lucky too.
Peter -After having his leg broken, it’s pretty much the first time in his life where he has no choice but to go slow, and he struggles to get used to it. -Luckily he has you to help him adjust, and give him a fair amount of teasing. -He calls you babe so often you’d think he’d forgotten your name. -You’ll definitely have to help him through his dilemma about his father, and he’s so grateful. -He tries to stay at a normal speed, but while kissing you he tends to speed up out of excitement. -You better like video games and rock music because a lot of that is coming your way. -People tend to find him very attractive, and if you get jealous he’ll probably make fun of you before kissing you. -He’s constantly making you mixtapes, and they become the soundtracks for your make out sessions.
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