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Surviving Rainfall
Water striders spend their lives at the air-water boundary, skittering along this interfacial world. But what happens when falling rain destroys their flat existence? That's the question that motivated today's research study, which looks water striders subjected to artificial rain. (Image credit: top - H. Wang, animations - D. Watson et al.; research credit: D. Watson et al.; via APS Physics)
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See You Again~
Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, yelling, mentions of death and murder but really fluffy at the end.
"What happens when Peter plays a horrible joke on y/n that leaves her sobbing for hours?"
Today was the day Warren was coming back and you couldn't be happier. It had been about 2 weeks since he left to go on a mission with some of the others and you have been counting down the days till he came back.
After an hour or so of waiting the jet had just arrived so you went down to greet them. However when you got there you couldn't see Warren anywhere.
"Peter! Peter, wait!" You yelled.
He stopped and turned around to look at you. You rarely talked to anyone but Warren, not many people liked you much and Peter was not one who I did either.
"What do you want?" He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Where is Warren? He came with you guys and I don't see him anywhere." You asked, ignoring his annoyed reactions.
"Oh yeah about that, I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this but Warren died."
Your heart sunk to the floor. Dead. Warren, your Warren died. This was his first mission with them and he died. He's gone.
"Sorry again y/n" Peter patted your back then left.
You ran back to your room holding back tears the whole way. As soon as you burst through the door you collapsed onto the ground crying.
He's gone. He's completely gone and he's never coming back. You felt like you couldn't breath like your own sorrow was suffocating you.
Somehow you made it to your bedroom to which you proceeded to sob into your pillow. Your cries were frequent and desperate to be held in his arms again. How could this be? Your Warren is gone.
You cried for what felt like hours but was truly only one when you heard the door outside of your room open. Which was followed by footsteps toward your room then the door opening to reveal a very confused Warren.
You looked up and saw him and nearly screamed. You ran and practically jumped into his arms. Sobbing even harder than before.
" Y/n, darling, what's wrong? What happened baby?" He asked clearly confused as to why you were so upset. He tried to pull away to look at you but you only buried your head deeper into his chest.
He realized he wasn't going to get an answer for a little while so he picked you up and walked over to the bed. He laid down and pulled you tighter into his chest. He sighed lightly and kissed the top of your head.
About 20 minutes later you had calmed down a lot more so he sprung up the question again.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He put his fingers under your chin and lifted it so he could look at you.
You sniffed. "When I went down to go find you after the plane arrived I couldn't see you anywhere. So I a-asked Peter where you were. And he s-said that you d-died." You sobbed into his chest.
Warren gritted his teeth as anger flooded through him. But he kept himself calm enough to comfort you.
"Darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there. They made me stay behind and clean up the jet because my feathers got all over the place. God you didn't deserve that. But I promise I'm right here and I promise not to leave you ok? He was just being an asshole." He said to which you nodded
He sighed again and rested his head on top of yours. "Soon enough we will leave here and go and live someplace better. Where it's just us and no one who would cause us pain. We will go live somewhere where it's more accepted to basically be a bird. He joked, to which you giggled. "Ahh that's what I like to hear darling, please don't cry I promise everything's ok." You nodded and mumbled a quick 'ok'.
"How about we go pick up some food to eat and bring it back here so we can spend some time alone?"
"Ok" you mumbled once again.
"You get to choose what we get darling." He said
"Fish and chips."
He laughed "could have guessed. Let me get my jacket and shoes on and then we will go alright?" He asked as he got up from the bed.
"Ok." You replied as you also left the bed. You grabbed your shoes and put them on and when Warren came back he had an extra jacket in his hands.
"Here use this one, I know you like it." He laughed, handing you one of his jackets. You smiled, it was your favorite of his. You put it on then you both walked out the door.
He held you close as you walked down the halls together but as you both got down the stairs and rounded the corner you stopped. Warren's crew were all sitting around a table laughing and joking loudly.
"Yeah dude her face when I told her was hilarious." Peter laughed
"Dammit I wish I could have seen it." Scott whined
Anger filled Warren. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and he stormed over to the table. He grabbed Peter by the color and pushed him back against his chair.
"Don't you every fucking talk to Y/n again. Do you know how it fucking feels to be told that someone you care about is dead? How would you feel if I did that to you? Do you have any idea how much pain you fucking caused her?" Warren shouted
"Chill out man, it was just a joke nothing serious. " Peter said, rolling his eyes and chuckling. Warren slammed him against his chair again. Peter wheezed from the impact.
"Nothing serious? NOTHING SERIOUS?! That was not a fucking joke asshole! How fucking dare you hurt her! She has been nothing but nice to the lot of you. And yet you all treat her like shit and I'm not having it anymore! She deserves the fucking world and does no need anymore fucking pain in her life! If I found out one you play another joke like that on her I will kill you with my barefucking hands! Do you hear me?!" Warren shouted to which no one responded. "I SAID DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!" He yelled. They all nodded trying their hardest to avoid eye contact with him.
"Good." He said letting go of Peter's shirt. "I quit. We will both be leaving as soon as we find a new place but for now leave us the fuck alone. Come on y/n, let's go." He said. To which you followed. He once again draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you even tighter into his side as you walked away.
"Thank you Warren." You mumbled.
"Oh course darling. I love you." He planted a kiss on the side of your head.
"I love you too."
He smiled. "How about we go get our fish and chips now?"
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Once you both got your food you walked back to your room and sat down to start eating. Dinner was quiet but not uncomfortable. You were so relieved that Warren was okay that it didn't matter if you were in conversation or not. You were just happy he was there.
After you finished dinner and cleaned up Warren invited you to take a bath with him to help you both relax. You agreed and followed him into the bathroom.
While he fixed the bath you stripped yourself of your clothes then started lighting some candles so you didn't have to keep the fluorescent bathroom light on. Warren started taking his clothes off and by the time he was done the bath was full and all the candles were lit.
Warren slid into the bath and you quickly followed suit. Once you sat down you sighed and leaned your head back onto Warren's chest. You didn't take baths together often because of Warren wings. Which was also why the bathtub had been put basically in the middle of the bathroom. But when you did you both enjoyed them greatly.
You helped wash each other. Then when you were done you both carefully got out, dried off and got ready for bed. Warren carefully scooped you up into his arms, carried you to the bedroom and lightly set you down on your shared bed. He quickly slid in next to you and pulled you into his chest.
"I love you y/n so much. I promise not to leave you." He brought your chin up and kissed your lips softly.
You smiled "I love you too Warren, more than anything in the world."
He hummed then brought you back to his chest as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Before you knew it you had quickly fallen asleep to the steady heartbeat of the man you loved most.
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A/n: thank you if you got this far. I hop yall like the slight bit of content lol. And sorry if you don't like fish and chips. I absolutely adore it. Definitely my favorite food ever so I just went with that lol. Have a lovely rest of your day!<3
#fanfiction#fluff#angst with a happy ending#warren worthington x reader#warren worthington iii#angel#x men#x men movies#x men apocalypse#x reader#what am i doing with my life#warren
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"Warren being a total simp for you would include" HC's
Warren Worthington III x reader
Based from this request "Are you taking requests? If you are can you do like headcannons or a blurb of warren literally worshiping reader (their body or something yk?)", I tried not to focus so much on the physical stuff tho. Hope you like it or is at least what you had in mind @yelenabelovasbathwater 💞
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Warren is not a man of words. That is a fact.
Not because of awkwardness or lack of vocabulary.
Actually, it is the complete opposite, he's smooth and eloquent when he wants to be.
Warren knows just the right things to say to get his way.
Some people would call him a sweet-talker, others a smart-mouth.
Either way, they're both right.
And it's all thanks to his up bringing.
This man has been 'networking' way before he understood what that was.
Although Warren is fluent in many languages, he seems to forget how to use them whenever he tries to express his emotions.
To his friends.
To the people he admires.
And to you.
Warren has always been an affectionate person, problem is, he was forced by his parents to suppress his feelings down from an early age.
He never learned to properly communicate with others in that regard.
People often think of Warren as cold and aloof.
Unapproachable and selfish.
And he can be.
When he needs to.
He had to learned it the hard way.
If you come across as soft and nice people would take advantage of you.
Even as tough as he was back in Berlin, Apocalypse still managed to use him like another one of his puppets.
He swore to never let that happen again.
But then he met the X-men, and he realised this was a place were he could let his guard down.
He has been trying to work on his little 'problem'.
He really wants to let the ones he love know how much they mean to him.
And by that I mean YOU.
This poor man spent what felt like eons pinning over you.
There was an extremely weird mix between calmness and euphoria you brought on him whenever you were around, which drove him insane.
He wanted so badly to be with you but he couldn't get the guts to actually say it.
Pretty unfitting with his overall BadBoyTM facade.
Longing hands and fingers aching to prolong each contact.
Searching eyes who looked for any sign to indicate the feeling was mutual.
Same big doe-eyes who light up with every look you gave his way.
Lips who chanted your name like it was a prayer.
Like if your name held an addictive taste only perceptible to Warren.
Thankfully you understood the Angel's silent pleas, and you'll be damned if you let them unanswered.
It was you who asked Warren out for your first date.
It was also you the first one to say the big 4-lettered-word.
Not like you minded. You knew how deep Warren's love ran for you.
Not because he didn't say it, meant it wasn't there.
You could see it.
You could feel it.
Still, he hated that acid feeling remanecent from each time there was an opportunity for him to say it out loud, jet he would let it go by without muttering a word.
As if his mouth had suddenly disappeared.
There's nothing the Angel despieced more in this world than himself each time he thought, you might believe he didn't love you enough.
It was so much for him to handle he even went out and asked Scott for advise.
'Dude, relax OK, what might work for me might not work for you. Its all about finding the right fit, whatever comes more natural'.
And so Warren realised he might have been saying that same 4-lettered-word since the moment you two first met, but in a different manner.
He realised he has neved been a man of words.
But of actions.
His never leaving frown and never ending grunts of displease are part of his easthethic.
With that been said, Warren is the living incarnation of the An asshole to the world, a sweetheart to his girl trop.
There is no doubt to anyone, even to outsiders, just how utterly and madly in love he is with you.
As mean and threatening as he looks, this man treats you like a fucking Queen 24/7.
There is nothing you might want that Warren won't give to you.
The sky is the limit.
Obviously splurging money will always come easy to a rich boy.
But that's not the reason why anyone whose not blind could think you have the blond under a hex or something.
There's just something about those big baby blues whose shine only seems to get brighter the more he stares at you.
Seriously, the way your boyfriend looks at you is like he's under a trance or something.
Who could blame him though, he just... loves looking at you.
The way you move your hands around when talking.
How you crunch your nose when you laugh.
How you scrutch your eyebrows when you're concentrated on something or remembering anything.
How you your lips go upwards in a subtle smile whenever you're cought doing something you shouldn't have been.
This habit of staring at you obviously has it perks.
Like how your things stopped getting forgotten at random tables and places because your helpful boyfriend always kept picking up the stuff you left behind.
Sudden bumps, falls and hits are a thing of the past because your Guardian Angel always prevents them.
Mostly, Warren does it so much because it's the one thing he can do everywhere around anyone.
He might stugle with PDA but he has become a little more confortable with it, at least around The Gang.
And with a little I mean, a looot more confortable.
To the point it becomes unbearable.
To the point where everyone but Kurt has complained about it at some point.
Maybe because he can't keep his hands to himself. And if we're honest, neither can you.
When you're not making out like if your boyfriend just came back from the war or something, somehow, you two are always connected in a way.
Intertwined fingers, locked arms, one's legs, head or straight up being sitting on the other's lap. You name it.
With that in mind, Warren will always be caressing your hands no matter the position.
He adores them
Some are a 'boobs kinda guy', some others 'butt'.
Warren is the hands type.
Belive me when I say HE ADORES THEM, mostly the fact their not pristine perfect.
They're covered in scars from previous battles, your nail polish is chapped and mismatched, with ever lasting marks from the many rings you wear all the time, with picked skin and multicoloured pen doodles.
He adores them so much because they tell a story.
They have a past from the scars, a present from the funy drawings you or Peter will do on your hands when bored, and a future for the idea of giving you one day another ring to add to your collection.
So yes
Overall there cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't kill for you.
There cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't die for you.
Either way it would be a bliss for him.
#archangel x reader#ben hardy#warren worthington x reader#warren worthington iii x reader#archangel#xmen headcanon#xmen x reader#peter maximoff#scott summers#ben hardy x reader
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A Bed of Gold
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“I like to spoil you.”
Julian was trying to shower his beautiful, amazing girlfriend with gifts.
She was having none of it.
Well, not none of it exactly. They had gone to the ballet, and out to dinner several times since arriving in Paris. She had been disconcerted by his private jet, but really, what was the point of having it if he didn’t use it? Given, he mostly left it for his executives to use. It was actually a money-savings if they could work while they were in the air, as opposed to losing a day or more in transit.
For this trip, however, the jet was for his use.
They weren’t alone on the trip. He brought his personal assistant and his security team with him, but Worthington was in one of the nicer rooms of the hotel below them and the security team was one floor down in their own apartment. Julian’s company owned the penthouse, which was generally also for traveling executives in Paris on business. It had three bedrooms, an impressive kitchen, and an even more impressive terrace that looked out over the whole city. There was also a helicopter pad on the roof, but Julian didn’t plan on using it for this trip unless Cami wanted to go out to the Riviera for a few days.
Since he couldn’t seem to talk her into letting him buy her things, he rather suspected he would have to tell her that he wanted to go before she would agree to it.
“I have more money than I know what to do with,” he told her as they walked along the Seine, hand-in-hand. His personal security was nearby, but they knew to be unobtrusive. Cami delighted in seeing the city on foot, and Julian was willing to do almost anything to make her happy. In a way, it was changing how he looked at travel as well. His parents had been wealthy long before he was born, and they had never traveled as ordinary people. This look at the city was as new for him as it was for Cami. “I give away as much to charity as my financial manager will allow, but I still have more than I’ll ever need, and I like giving you things.”
“I just don’t know what to do with expensive things,” Cami told him. She had taken to the style of Paris like the dancer she was and Julian admired her ability to fit herself into any situation that came her way. Now, however, she was open, and honest with him in a way almost nobody ever was. “I like fancy clothes when we go out I guess, but that’s just set dressing. Same with the jewelry and the purses and everything. It’s not for me, it’s for the paparazzi.”
“What do you want?” Julian asked, rather abruptly tired of trying to surprise her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like surprises, but she also didn’t really see much point in them. Sometimes direct was better. “There’s almost nothing I can’t give you.”
“That’s kind of why I don’t want anything,” Cami said after they walked a little longer in peaceful silence. They weren’t the only couple on the street. That was reassuring too. It was nice to know they weren’t making a spectacle of themselves, even given his fame. “I love you for you, not because I want things from you. I know you’re rich, and I know you cangive me anything I want, but mostly what I want is just you. Don’t get me wrong, you paying for my classes is… well, it’s the reason I can stay in school, but I’m already a little bit worried about that, with everything that happened.”
Ah, the truth of it came out. She was still worried about the accusations Inner-City Insider made about her being a sex worker. She wasn’t, of course, but their relationship did begin with him paying for her company, even if it was entirely platonic to start with.
“If we started dating in a more… conventional way, I probably would have still insisted on paying for your classes,” Julian told her after a brief stop at an ice cream stand. She giggled at his preference for plain vanilla, and he teased her for her strawberry, topped with chocolate sprinkles. Once they had their ice cream, they continued on their walk. “Back when we first talked about the situation, I told you that your schooling really does cost less than my watch collection, which is very much true. It’s also fashionable to sponsor the arts, which I like to do anyway.”
“Layers on layers,” Cami said ruefully. She was still getting used to the way that everything he did was a calculated risk vs reward. “I still feel kind of weird about it.”
“I respect that,” Julian assured her, and leaned over to press an ice cream-cold kiss to her cheek as she laughed softly. “Is it alright if I give you things even if it’s a little weird?”
“You did whisk me away on a Parisian vacation with like, two days of warning, and you’ve been spoiling me like a princess while we’re here,” Cami pointed out, more cheerful now that they had talked the whole thing out and she didn’t have to pretend she felt comfortable when she didn’t. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Well, if you’re my princess, I must be your dragon,” Julian teased her just to see her laugh. He counted making her laugh one of his highest achievements, and did it whenever he could. Fortunately, she seemed to like his dry sort of humor and teased him right back. “I could build a great pile of gold to sleep on. Oh, or battle the knights who come to carry you off.”
“Please don’t battle anyone,” Cami said, laughing so hard she had to lean on his shoulder. “I don’t think there are any knights coming anyway.”
“I disagree, but very well. No on the knights. Yes on the gold?”
“No on the gold!”
“It might be comfortable.”
“It’s metal!”
Satisfied that they had worked through the problem, but resolved to talk about it again, Julian allowed himself a smile and bent to kiss her strawberry-flavored lips, and settled in to enjoy the sunset. They had an hour until their dinner reservation, but nowhere to be until then.
Some things couldn’t be bought for any amount of money, and perfect moments were rare. Sometimes the only thing to do was enjoy them while they lasted, and to remember them for when the hard days came again.
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Ballet Heels:
Cut a Dance Floor
Shuriken Toaster
Agreement in Paper
Rivals and Friends
Arm in Arm (Subscriber Only!)
Secret Steps
Dance the Steps (Subscriber Only!)
Along a Logging Road
Dapper Diamond
Festival Festival (Subscriber Only!)
Takes Two
Society Splash (Subscriber Only!)
Pas de Trois
Introduction Leap
Plotters Plotting
More Bite than Bark
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A Bed of Gold
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J-J-J-J-June Day 03: Something Stolen
Collab with the menace, the myth, the legend @just-get-fucking-lost <3
Huge thanks to @cecilebutcher for the prompts, they're ruining us >:)
Jasper Manath says, “Oh, well I am entirely and one hundred percent and absolutely sure I have no idea where one earth Jowan Vahara could possibly be.” He cocks his head and misses his wings. Jasper is not Jade, he does not understand why one would be so desperate to break a curse. Jasper is not Jet, he does not understand how one could be so afraid of power. “I heard he’s dead. I heard he left his clan and died. I’ve heard lots of things about Jowan Vahara, but I don’t know why you would think I know where he is.” Eyes wide, smile wider, Jasper flits around the tent and never quite looks at his visitor. “I also don’t know why exactly you’re asking. What do you want with Jowan Vahara?”
Jasper does not ask, ‘What do you want with me?’ The answer to that question is almost always the same.
“Usually when requesting information, giving information helps the conversation flow.” Amelia Worthington sighs, despite how bored she sounded she still always radiated with that unearthly glow. No matter how wroth, cross, or sad she was she always looked radiant and beautiful. What a curse. “You know everything about Jowan Vahara, Jasper Manath. You were my easiest source, but not my only source.” She looks at her nails and cleans out the invisible dirt from under them. “But if you have nothing then I must be going.”
“Nothing, nothing, nothing…” Jasper coos, sing-song and bright. He stops flitting. He stops fluttering. He gets close. “But I can tell you that I am your only source. Jowan Vahara is just like that little friend of his, he is a liar. You can’t trust the pretty little rumors he spreads about himself.” He cocks his head again to one side, then the other, then back again. “You didn’t answer my question. What do you want with him? Is he off spreading pretty little curses again right alongside his pretty little rumors? Are you hunting down my witch?”
“What does any sister want with their brother?” It’s sarcastic and full of annoyance. She rolls her eyes, unbothered by his proximity. “My concern with Jowan is not of a, bloody ending.” She shakes her head side to side as if weighing the words as she says them. “Besides, last I checked,” She leans in close, hair falling forward and framing her face, the closer she is the easier it is to see that she glows with cool undertones, unlike her actual brother who seemed to glow with warmer undertones.
Jowan may have cursed them but Amelia had been the one to ask for it, hadn’t she? She’s not out for a reversal, she’s not out for revenge. She won’t tell Jasper the real reason (after all, she may have sharp teeth and bloody claws but Jowan is bigger and Jasper is Jowan’s, even if Jowan ‘doesn’t care’.) She misses the only sibling who actually seemed to understand her (the implications carried with that thought she ignores because if he’s the only one to truly understand her then that tells her more about herself than she could ever say.) Amelia is looking for Jowan because someone is looking for Jasper and Jowan is a man of contingency plans sometimes right? Jasper is all powerful, he is stupid, idiotic, childish, unafraid, stupid, but all powerful nonetheless.
His hunter is equally as powerful, Amelia would know. Jowan doesn’t take risks when it comes to his toys.
“Corpses don’t spread curses or rumors.” She whispers, holding eye contact with Jasper. “No matter what else has happened, we both know that to be true, don’t we?”
“Jowan told me about that. So sad. So desperately, terribly sad. He was desperately terribly sad, to be clear. I couldn’t understand it, he was so torn up about the death of your brother that he stopped thinking about killing his brother. For a while, at least.” Jasper walks a slow circuit around the tent. Jowan’s attachment to the Worthinton twins have never made sense, they don’t share blood but he calls them family and mourns their deaths and even if Jasper were jealous enough about that to snap off one of Amelia’s ribs and shove the jagged end into her throat, it would be complicated. Jowan’s grief is always such a complicated thing, Jasper does what he can to avoid it.
Jasper thinks about that. He weighs the pros and cons. He sighs and throws himself down onto his bedroll. “Jowan will want to talk to you, if he finds out you’ve been here.” That ‘if’ rings out like a threat, but it’s a hollow one. Jowan Vahara is a heartless thing because the two, living, halves of it are standing here in this tent. One can and will not kill the other.
That’s not to say that the urge doesn’t remain.
“Are you going to try and take him away from me again, Amelia Worthington?” Jasper rolls onto his side. “I gave him up to you for years and years and years. It hurt him. Amel died and Jowan hurt for him. I am not going to let anything hurt Jowan ever again.” Amelia shakes her head, as if brushing off his words.
“No.” It’s soft and raw and this is the closest she’ll ever get towards sympathy or empathy when it comes to Jasper. She doesn’t like seeing her brother hurt, Jasper also feels the same way, probably the only thing they could agree on. “No, I won’t steal him.” She says, more confident and bored this time. “I just need to talk to him, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it after the fact.”
“I’m not invited to this conversation?” Jasper smiles. “It’s almost as if you don’t like me, Amelia. But fine.” It’s for the best, probably. Jowan’s emotions get loud, they suffocate and scratch at the inside of his skull demanding OUT-OUT-OUT, when the Worthington’s are involved. Jasper loves Jowan, but he has too many big emotions of his own. When the two oceans meet, people drown.
Jasper pulls a finely carved, bone-white dog whistle from around his neck and flicks it at Amelia’s feet. “Call him and he’ll come, he always does.” She crouches down and gently grabs it from the floor, standing back up and taking a step back towards the exit.
“At least that hasn’t changed.” She says before she disappears. That’s the closest to thank you she’ll ever get with him. Telling him thank you would boost his ego more than she currently had the energy to deal with.
Jasper waits one second, two seconds, three seconds, four, then he stands and drags his bedroll off to the side. He taps twice on the little trap door beneath it and there is Jowan Vahara, crawling up and out of the ground. “She is going to want you to leave with her. She is going to steal you away, I think, no matter what she says.”
Jowan brushes dirt off his pants. His emotions are very big right now, indeed. “For a little while, perhaps. But Amelia does not ask for anything unless it’s important.”
“So you’ll go?”
Jowan hesitates. He looks down at Jasper in that way that makes Jasper feel so seen. “I will come back. I always do.”
“Because you love me.”
“Yes, Jasper, because of that.”
“Don’t get hurt, Jowan. If they hurt you…” When Jowan came home to Jasper, broken, bloodied, tired and tired and tired, Jowan asked for rest. No more wrath. No more blood-watered fields and salted earth to play their games on. Jasper promised, but some promises are meant to be broken. “They will regret it. Everybody will.”
#J-J-J-J-June 2023#june challenge#writing#Jowan Vahara is a feral dog but Jasper holds his leash and we love to see it <3#Didn't proof read (again) fingers crossed I didn't mix up our own characters fucking names again lmao#saved writing
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Uncanny X-Men #1 (1963)
The X-Men #1 (Uncanny X-Men #1), “X-Men” (September 1963)
Synopsis: In a ritzy private school in Westchester County, New York, wheelchair-bound teacher Charles Xavier (also known as Professor X) calls his students—who go by the codenames Cyclops, Iceman, the Angel, and the Beast—to class using only the power of his thoughts.
The students bicker even as they prepare to be put through their paces using a series of training machines built to help them build control over their powers. After all four complete their tests (and some tacitly teacher-approved roughhousing), Professor Xavier informs them that a new pupil is currently approaching the school—a young woman, specifically. She complains of the mysteriousness of Professor Xavier’s message, that she could tell no one but her parents and that it didn’t describe the course of study.
We learn the names of the existing X-Men: Hank McCoy (the Beast), Bobby Drake (Iceman), “Slim” Summers (Cyclops), and Warren Worthington III (the Angel):
The new student is introduced as Jean Grey, who will be known as Marvel Girl. Hank, Warren, and “Slim” all flirt blatantly with Jean, while Bobby doesn’t see the big deal. Jean takes them aback by displaying her mutant power to move objects with her mind (including lifting Hank into the air and spinning him rapidly when he tries to steal a kiss from her). Xavier explains his mutant ability, and talks about the importance for mutants to stay under the radar but also to use their powers to benefit mankind. However, not all mutants are so benevolent, and the job of the X-Men is to protect mankind from those “evil mutants.”
Meanwhile, the mutant Magneto is planning to attack Cape Citadel. He’s used his powers to ensure the failure of six different missile launches over months, but he now decides to attack the launch site in person. The military is helpless against Magneto and his magnetic powers, and he’s able to walk right in without being stopped and claim Cape Citadel for himself.
Professor X calls the students to action and sends them to Cape Citadel to face Magneto, as a baptism of fire. The newly-revealed X-Men request that the military hold their fire for fifteen minutes while they go into action to stop Magneto.
Cyclops blasts through the magnetic field around the base using his powers, allowing them entrance, but nearly goes unconscious doing so. Magneto fires missiles at the X-Men, but the Angel dodges them in flight, Iceman freezes all but one with ice grenades, and the last one is grabbed by the Beast with his feet and hurled into the sea by Marvel Girl. The Angel confronts Magneto only to be attacked by magnetized debris; the rest of the team arrives and extricates him, only to have Magneto send a tank of ignited rocket fuel at them. The X-Men survive thanks to Iceman’s igloo shield and Cyclops’s energy beam creating a tunnel under the blast. Magneto escapes, holding the X-Men back using a magnetic field; by the time they break through it, he’s gone.
The X-Men return to a thankful military, their fifteen minutes not yet up. The story ends with them flying home on Professor Xavier’s remote-controlled private jet, and the narrator tells us to check out issue #2 of X-Men, “the strangest super-heroes of all!”
First Appearances: Whooo, where to start?
Obviously it’s the first appearance of the X-Men as a team, as well as of the individual members: Charles Xavier/Professor X, Scott (here called only “Slim”) Summers/Cyclops, Warren Worthington III/the Angel, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Hank McCoy/the Beast, and the newly-recruited Jean Grey/Marvel Girl. It’s also the first appearance of the Westchester County mansion that serves as their (still unnamed) school, of their (still unnamed) specialized training space, and of Professor Xavier’s Rolls Royce and private jet.
It’s also the first appearance of the recurring X-Men nemesis, Magneto. Name and past still unknown at this point, all we learn about him (aside from his iconic red-and-purple fashion sense) is that he’s a mutant with powerful magnetic abilities who believes homo superior to be, well…superior to homo sapiens, and believes they should rule these lesser beings:
Finally, the military missile base that’s introduced here, Cape Citadel, will appear again much later in the X-Men comics.
X-Powers: Professor X can read and send thoughts with his mind. He can also remotely control his private jet from the ground using “thought impulses.” Interestingly, at this point Xavier congratulates them on “mastering” reading his thoughts perfectly, seemingly indicating that his telepathy requires a certain level of active training on someone’s part to hear his thoughts properly (something which definitely doesn’t hold true as time goes on).
During his test, the Beast demonstrates that he can grab a wire with his toes and not just hang from the wire, but spin around it so quickly he becomes near-impossible to shoot at. He also catapults himself off the wire and through a midair hoop. Finally, he balances on a rod using one finger, maintains his balance as the tension slackens and the rod sags, and finally leaps off just before the rod snaps back. He is later able to grab a missile in motion, stopping it entirely, using only his feet.
The Angel’s test involves dodging jets of flame and massive serrated clamps, flying through a moving turbine/spanner, and unexpectedly having to stay aloft when hit with a sudden concussion of sound, beginning to master a hovering maneuver. He also usually keeps his wings bound in a harness to keep his mutant power hidden. Later, he manages to dodge multiple missiles through fancy flying.
Iceman’s test involves a bowling ball being unexpectedly thrown at him by the Beast, which Iceman handily redirects using an ice shield right back at the Beast. Later, he throws ice grenades at missiles to prevent them from exploding and knock out their guidance systems, and creates an ice igloo shield to protect the team from an explosion of rocket fuel.
Cyclops’s test is to attack Iceman and the Beast unexpectedly, putting them out of action without causing serious injury. It’s revealed that he can use the lever at the side of his head-shield to widen or narrow his visor to weaken or strengthen his beam. He blasts the Beast with his eye-beams, nearly knocking him through the wall; by the time he turns his attention to Iceman, the latter has a large cube-shaped ice shield that delays Cyclops’s blast but can’t withstand it. Later, he uses his eye-beam at maximum power—something he can only do for a few seconds—to break Magneto’s magnetic field barrier. He has the control to blast away metal junk magnetized around the Angel without harming him, and he can also create a tunnel under the launch facility’s surface using his blast.
In her initial meeting with the X-Men, Jean moves a chair, a book, and Hank with her mind. She later lifts multiple soldiers out of the way with her mind, and telekinetically hurls a missile into the sea.
When they get ready, we see that Angel’s wings are mostly bound in a harness with restraining belts when he looks “normal,” a feeling that he doesn’t enjoy:
Magneto can feel waves of pure magnetic energy emanating from himself when he uses his power, energy he directs toward a missile to make it falter and crash into the ocean. He can also control and fire metal guns and tanks using his power, and he can magnetize dust particles into a giant mid-air message, a la the Wicked Witch of the West:
He also has an energizer to increase his magnetic impulses, whih he can use to lift the head of a missile silo and fire the missile into the sea. He can also prevent soldiers from lifting their guns and alter his magnetic waves to create a shield that repels anything within range or a rope or small barrier to bind people (which isn't an ability he has in more recent comics, though he can achieve the same effect in other ways that are more traditional uses of magnetism). When his magnetic barrier is broken by Cyclops, he is weakened and staggered. He can magnetically hurl metal objects. At the end, Magneto reveals he can fly using magnetic repulsion.
X-Lore: “Slim” is shown to be serious and overly protective of Xavier. He’s clearly interested in Jean, and flirts with her in a blatant but fairly gentlemanlike way.
Hank is less gentlemanlike, attempting to steal a kiss from Jean in a way that seems uncharacteristic of whom he would later become:
Hank in general is a good example of Early Installment Weirdness; he and Bobby are very much set up as bickering characters in the mold of Ben Grimm/the Thing and Johnny Storm/Human Torch from the Fantastic Four. Pretty much all of Hank’s lines would seem entirely fitting coming from Ben Grimm, short-tempered and tough-talking. This will later change considerably, through Hank’s erudition and vocabulary being emphasized and making him more even-tempered.
Warren is overconfident in his abilities, and this hinders him; he manages to overcome a sonic attack in training, but the only thing he does during the actual fight is evade missiles until Iceman can save him and then go after Magneto solo, which gets him trapped in magnetic debris. (Admittedly, his powers aren't the most combat-oriented, but still.) He’s also very flirty with Jean.
Bobby is revealed to be the youngest of the X-Men here, at sixteen (and he’s “a couple years younger than the others,” placing them closer to eighteen). He doesn’t like being treated more gently than the others by Xavier because of his age. He’s also a jokester who enjoys using his powers to prank and amuse. Unlike his fellow students, he doesn’t see the big deal in having a girl arrive, and talks about how he’s glad he’s not a “wolf” like his classmates. (That said, there is a line that seems to come from him about Jean being “poured into that uniform.”)
Jean seems to enjoy being mysterious and has a slightly mischievous side, telling the boys that they’ll learn more about her in time and enjoying discomfiting them with her telekinetic chair pull:
Professor Xavier is the child of parents who worked on the first A-Bomb project. The idea of mutants are introduced, and that they’re different from regular humans, who fear and distrust mutants. This idea won’t become truly central to the X-Men for quite a while yet, but the germ of it is there, even this far back.
Pre-Retcons: Magneto is the biggest example here, with no signs of the complex, sympathetic villain he’ll later become. He’s a rather cartoonish villain of the sort typical in the Silver Age. There’s also no sign of the complicated frenemyship between him and Xavier that has become such a large part of their characters in the decades since; there is, in fact, no sign that they even know each other or have ever met. Unlike his later self, Magneto shows no qualms about trying to kill teenagers in multiple ways: specifically with five Hunter missiles and then with a flaming tank of jet fuel.
Professor Xavier himself mentions that he is in a wheelchair because of a “childhood accident,” something that will again be retconned later to injury as an adult. He also suggests that he might be the first mutant, something that is definitely not true and which later flashback stories will make clear he would have known by this point (if nothing else, his eventual past with Magneto and the Shadow King would suggest he knew better).
The relationship between Xavier and Jean is also very different; later stories would retcon in an existing relationship and mentorship between the two dating back to the awakening of Jean’s powers after the death of her friend Annie, but here Jean is clearly meeting Xavier for the first time.
The personalities of and the friendship between Hank and Bobby are presented very similarly to those of Ben Grimm/the Thing and Johnny Storm/the Human Torch (from the Fantastic Four), with the Beast as the irascible big guy and Iceman as the immature jokester. While Iceman will continue with pranks and such for a while, his and Beast’s relationship will mellow out considerably, and much sooner than Ben’s and Johnny’s will.
Bobby will, many decades later, come out as gay. While future issues will make him actively interested in women, this introduction to the character interestingly has him as the only guy mostly not expressing interest in the pretty new female student. (Whether this is meant to imply homosexuality or immaturity is up for debate.)
Professor X is a Jerk: While he does do some things during training that could seem jerkish—specifically having the Beast and Cyclops attack their teammates without warning—it does seem like good training protocol, to help them get used to dealing with unexpected attacks.
However, Xavier does stop the X-Men’s roughhousing with “a sharp commanding thought” that leaves his students “stunned by the force and explosive power of Professor Xavier’s mental command,” which seems like it’s signalling an emergency…only he just wants to let them know that Jean is arriving. (Fairly mild X-Jerkery, but definitely unnecessary on his part.)
The Swinging Sixties: Fashion-wise, there’s definitely some iconic looks—Xavier’s green suit, Jean’s blue scarf/jacket/hat ensemble, and of course the famous OG costumes for the X-Men and Magneto—but also some unfortunate looks that have not aged well. Hank’s plum suit seems garish even on the original muted newsprint, let alone in the crystal-clear colors of the omnibus version, and the less said about “Slim”’s yellow v-neck sweater and bow tie look, the better:
(They've been recolored for Marvel Unlimited as seen in pictures earlier in the post, and look much less eye-blinding but also less endearingly Sixties.)
One of the X-Men (probably Hank or Bobby, judging by the dialogue) mentions that Xavier’s Rolls Royce must have “taken a heap of green stamps to by [sic]":
This refers to S&H Green Stamps, a line of trading stamps popular from the turn of the century through the 1980s. They were given with purchases at gas stations, supermarkets, and other stores that could be redeemed for products from a catalog. The 1960s were the height of their wide popularity. A small number of stores continued giving stamps into the 1990s. The company eventually went online and offered “Greenpoints” instead, redeemable only at a few stores; in 2020, the program was entirely discontinued and no Green Stamps or Greenpoints could be redeemed.
Slang-wise, Jean is apparently “a real living doll,” according to “Slim.” Warren also calls her a doll later, as does someone while they’re on the plane.
Real People: Marvel Girl says that whoever designed the X-Men uniform could have given Christian Dior a run for his money:
Your mileage may vary on whether this is true.
The Fairer Sex: Marvel Girl acquits herself in battle at least as well as the Angel and the Beast, which is a nice change from other Marvel superheroines of the era (it helps that her power lends itself much better to active participation than the Invisible Girl's invisibility or the Wasp's shrinking). Her fellow X-Men (Iceman mostly excepted) seem to treat her as a potential object of romantic affection far more than a teammate at this point, though. It’s interesting that even as late as the jet en route to Cape Citadel, the narration refers to “the X-Men and Marvel Girl,” implying that she’s not 100% part of the group yet.
Horny Teens: All the male students with the partial exception of Iceman.
Rich People: The X-Men all attend “an exclusive private school in New York’s Westchester County.” Professor X has a specially-built Rolls Royce with tinted windows and a remote-controlled private jet.
Well, It’s An (Artistic) Choice: Iceman is sliding around and down what seems meant to be a fireman’s pole made of ice the first time we see him. However, since it barely reaches above Iceman’s height (and certainly not up to the ceiling or the next floor up), it comes off as closer to a stripper pole. (Presumably this is not what Kirby was going for.)
Head-Scratchers: Marvel Girl calls her power “teleportation,” though it is clearly not teleportation, but telekinesis.
Interestingly, while the original comic and the omnibus have the above, the Marvel Unlimited version has corrected this:
(The narration does use the correct term later in the issue, when referring to Jean diverting the missile into the sea “using her amazing telekinetic power.”)
Other Comments: The comic that launched a thousand spinoffs, this is the first issue of X-Men (later Uncanny X-Men). As an introduction to the cast, it works well; while characterization will definitely evolve considerably for all the characters (but especially Hank and Magneto), it sets each of them up nicely. Only Jean still seems like a bit of a cipher—which works for the story, as the existing team members don’t know her yet either. While it certainly has flaws, they are flaws that are pretty common to Silver Age Marvel in general rather than to this book in particular; as a first issue, it makes you want to read more, which means I would declare it a pretty unqualified success at what it's trying to do.
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Welcome back! Could I request a Warren Worthington III (new timeline) x gn!reader oneshot? Basically, the reader and Warren were friends prior to Apocalypse, but when Apocalypse comes for Warren to make him into a Horsemen, instead of just giving him new wings, (Warren knows they'll grow back with time and tells Apocalypse so) Apocalypse threatens the reader. The reader then fights alongside the X-Men and saves Warren from certain death after the crash. Little in-depth, sorry.
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Pairing: Warren Worthington III x gn!reader
Fandom: X-Men
Warnings: mutant!speedster!reader, mentions to battling/violence/injuries, mentions to manipulation, fluff
Word Count: 1,126
A/N: Hello love! Thank you so much for this request, it was super interesting and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it and that it's what you were looking for. And don't apologize, I love in depth requests as much as I love vague ones! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Thank you for all the love and support!
Summary: You've spent a long time searching for you best friend, and when you see Warren fighting for Apocalypse, it becomes your mission to bring him back to you.
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"I want to give you something," Apocalypse mumbled.
Warren bristled at the intense gaze of the blue mutant. He didn't like him one bit, "I don't want anything."
Apocalypse titled his head the slightest bit as he looked over the young man's wings, "You don't want better wings? Ones that work?"
"They'll heal," Warren snaps.
"Would (y/n) heal?"
Apocalypse's question caught Warren off guard. He stumbled back a few steps at the mention of you. Warren hadn't seen you in months, too afraid to face you after the injury he took to his wings. He'd been waiting for them to heal, and then he was going to go find you. However, the last thing Warren had expected when three mutants showed up in the barn he was staying at was the mention of your name.
"What?"
Apocalypse fought off a sick smile as he watched the boy's reactions, "Assuming you continue to refuse... would your little (y/n) heal from all the ways I would torture her?"
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You knew Warren was here, and you knew he was fighting for the opposite team. You'd seen him fly into the pyramid after Kurt, and as much as you had been dying to go help both your friends, you'd gotten trapped protecting Jean. You'd bolted around, helping both Hank and Scott when they needed, trying your best to help.
It was all too quick for you, everything seeming to pass in a blur as you had sped around, helping each person you could. You had been trying relentlessly to find Warren and speak to him, but it was no use. He was nowhere to be seen. You yelped as you suddenly appeared in the jet, giving Kurt a quick thankful smile before he disappeared once more, leaving nothing more than a small bit of purple smoke.
Noticing the Professor sitting on the floor, you made quick work of helping Jean by grabbing extra rags and antiseptic for her to clean the wound. Subconsciously you grabbed onto one of the overhead grip supports, watching as you finally took off into the air.
A pit formed in the bottom of your stomach, knowing that this was where Warren had gone. You'd heard of his injury through Kurt, and despite the urge to go save him, you knew your home was at the mansion. He knew where you'd gone, and he knew that you would welcome him with open arms, yet he hid from you. Not only did he hide, but he also joined the monster who was trying to destroy the entire world with a new set of shiny, deadly wings.
A quickly growing sense of guilt was washing over you with each passing second, yet you forced yourself to suppress it. Warren had betrayed you, horribly and you would not allow yourself to feel guilty when he always knew you would support him.
Moira's scream was faint in your ears, "What the hell was that!?"
Two thuds on the roof tore you away from your thoughts as you flicked your gaze to a magenta sword piercing through the ceiling of the jet. Jean screamed for everyone to grab onto Kurt as the roof dropped. You stumbled backward, blindly reaching for Kurt when your favorite angel suddenly dropped through the hole.
The ship lurched straight downward as your heart flew into your throat, tears quickly filling your eyes at the sight of Warren. A subconscious part of you knew Kurt wouldn't be able to teleport you all, which was why the moment Warren surged forward, you let go of Kurt and bolted towards Warren.
The all too familiar 'bamf' filled your ears as you sped forward and leaped out of the plane, your arms wrapped as tightly around Warren as you could manage as you felt yourself begin to free fall. Warren seemed to finally register that you had zipped them out of the plane when his wings soared out wide, stopping your free fall. A soft cry tumbled from your lips as Warren's arms wrapped around you tightly, and he soared towards the ground. The sound of his metal wings slicing through the air was unfamiliar to you as you waited to hear the rustle of his soft feathers.
"(Y/n)!" Warren cried out, gently pulling you away from his chest to look over you, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Content with now being on the ground, you yanked back your hand and landed a swift slap to Warren's cheek, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"What?!" Warren snapped, his eyebrows furrowing as you glared at him, "W-What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're fighting for a psychopath trying to take over and destroy the entire world!" You shouted at Warren, "I don't even know why I just saved you from that stupid plane crash!"
"Just..." Warren sighed, his hands cupping your face, "He threatened you. When I told him I wouldn't join, he threatened you, I... I didn't know what to do."
You froze, looking Warren up and down as you processed his words. Apocalypse threatened you... and that's why Warren had agreed to join him? The thought made your chest constrict, your head throbbing with this new information. Your eyes flicked over his new shiny wings, surely what Apocalypse gave to Warren for joining his side. Though you resisted, you found yourself wanting to reach out and touch the metal wings, wondering if they were as soft as his old wings.
"Warren, come back with me," You blurted out. Your eyes widened at your own words, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself, "Please, join us. We can help you. You don't have to stay with him."
"(Y/n)..." Warren sighed.
Before he could continue, you'd zipped right in front of him, a glare stern on your face, "No. Don't you dare say it's too late. That's a huge lie! It's never too late."
Warren looked towards the ground, and you felt tears pricking your eyes, "Please, Warren. Please. Come back to me. Come back to us."
Warren stood frozen before you. His eyes never stayed in one spot for too long as you watched him. You could hear Peter's scream, and you fought the urge to bolt straight to him. Peter was with the team. He was safe. Your current mission was to bring Warren back to safety. After waiting for another minute, your shoulders slumped. You were prepared to lose this battle.
However, you were taken by surprise when Warren's hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, his smiling face, and felt relief flood through your body. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and nodded towards the battle.
"Let's go kick some ass."
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Different Now
Warren Worthington III x Reader
Fandom: X-Men
Summary: You and Warren were friends as kids, but when you’re fighting the fearsome Angel of Death, you don’t recognize him. He recognizes you, though…
Note: I love a good hurt/comfort, don’t you? :3
Warnings: Mentions of violence? That’s like it tho.
Word Count: 1.2k
Reader is: Gender Neutral
In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t recognize him. It had been so long, and the last time you’d seen each other, you’d both been kids, about twelve years old.
You were older now, in your early twenties, and so was he. His hair was shaved short on the sides, longer and curlier on top. Tattoos were etched onto the skin of his handsome face, and behind him were two massive, fearsome metal wings.
The fight in Cairo raged. Kurt went into the pyramid to get the professor, and so did he, leaving you and the others to fight Psylocke, Storm, and Magneto.
Admittedly, you didn’t think much of him, other than the fact that you had to probably knock him out somehow in order to stop Apocalypse from taking over the world.
To make a long story short, Jean unleashed something powerful, Apocalypse was literally ripped apart molecule by molecule, and now you were all sitting in the back of the jet, newly repaired thanks to Magneto—Erik, as Professor Xavier had called him—getting ready to go back to school. Or rather, the rubble where Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters once stood.
It was Hank who’d pulled the Angel of Death from the rubble. He was alive, against all odds. You figured he must have a healing factor or something because otherwise, there was no way he would have survived a crash like that.
You didn’t think he’d listen to reason, to Professor Xavier as he offered him a place in the world, a home, and he wasn’t listening at first, but then his eyes fell on you and something in him…shifted. He got in the jet without any further objections, and now, he was sitting in the seat across from you, his head tilted down, eyes fixed on his boots. He looked…embarrassed. Ashamed, even, and you weren’t sure why.
Maybe he felt bad because he’d worked for Apocalypse? Maybe he felt bad because only moments ago, he’d been fighting just about everyone in the jet and now he was going home with them? Those both seemed kind of unlikely. And if you could have gotten a better glimpse at his face in that moment, maybe you would have been able to put the pieces together.
Jean caught on quickly. She always seemed to, but she was usually pretty good about keeping what she heard to herself. At least, most of the time.
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It was about a week later. Because of the crash, the angel had lost his metal wings. They’d broken off, leaving metal and bone protruding painfully from his back. It took Hank a while, but he was able to remove the metal in order to allow new, natural wings to start to grow in.
And, since Angel would be joining the others soon, Professor Xavier had sent you to the newly reconstructed lower level to help him get things ready so he could move upstairs with the rest of the students. He’d be rooming with Kurt, who was excited to have a roommate and somewhat anxious to make amends with the winged warrior, but he did want to make amends. Had they met under different circumstances, maybe they would have become friends. He hoped they’d still be able to.
You knocked on the doorframe of the infirmary and he looked up. While at first he was expecting Hank, his expression fell when he saw it was you. There was that look again. He looked like a kicked puppy. Had you done something wrong? You’d barely interacted with him aside from fighting him in Cairo.
“Hey, uh, Xavier wanted me to talk to you about, uh, transitioning to upstairs. He said your recovery is going well.” You said quietly.
He didn’t say anything, staring at you with those sad green eyes.
“If…if you’d rather talk to someone else, that’s fine, I can—”
“Stay.” He said, his voice deeper and gentler than you expected it to be. “I’m sorry. You can come in.”
“Okay.” You were hesitant, but listened, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the stool next to the bed. The tension between you was thick. Your heart raced under his heavy gaze. “How are you, uh, doing?”
“I’m fine.” He replied, some strain in his voice. “Getting there. Hank said, uh…my new wings should be in by next month, so…”
“That’s good.” You smiled softly, nodding.
Angel took in a breath, thought about saying something, and then decided not to, letting out a long sigh.
“So, um, what’s your name?” You asked him quietly.
His expression fell again, the little bit of courage he’d built up crumbling just like that. Then, his voice breaking, he finally said, “So you don’t remember me then, do you?”
You sucked in a breath, staring at him for a long moment, his gaze finally fully meeting yours. You searched him, the blond hair, the tear-filled green eyes, and finally it clicked. “Warren.”
Immediately, he broke down crying and you stood up, walking to the side of the bed.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, tears welling in your own eyes.
“Everything! Everything is wrong! I almost killed you, (Y/N)! That’s what’s wrong!” His face was all red, tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembled. “I…I didn’t even realize it was you until…until we were on the jet, but—” He stopped, looking up at you. “You…you’re here.”
“I’m here.” You nodded. You reached for his hand, but instead, he pulled you into his arms, holding you to his chest. You reached up into his hair, combing through it with your fingers, which seemed to calm him down a bit. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“No, it’s…it’s okay. It’s been a while and I look…”
“Different.”
“Yeah.” He agreed, and you could feel him nod against you.
You were quiet for a moment before saying, “I didn’t know you were a mutant.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t know you were a mutant either.” He pulled away to look at you, a large, still slightly shaky hand, lifting up to stroke your cheek. “I just…When Apocalypse took me and changed me and made me this…I liked it. I liked feeling powerful. And then after everything, I saw you, and…I couldn’t believe what I had done. I was ashamed and I didn’t want you to see me like that, like…this.”
“I mean, to be honest, if I were in your position, I probably would have done the same thing. I think any of us would. None of us hold that against you. Especially not me.” You stared at him for a long time, taking in his grown-up features. His sharp jawline, his broad shoulders. He had come a long way from the kid you’d known so long ago. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He took a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m…glad I’m here.”
“I’m glad you’re here, too.” You paused. “So, do you think you’ll stick around, then? After your wings grow back?”
He pretended to think about it for a moment. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”
You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good.”
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Puzzle Pieces | Warren Worthington III
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): some swearing lol
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: warren thinks deeply about his past, and debates his place in the world.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “people piss me off so fucking much!” “do I count as people?” “of course not.” + “I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.” “have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on you, but you sitting under me.”
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k
It’s hard to find people to relate to sometimes. To fit in, and find a place you sincerely belong. We all have puzzle piece hearts hidden deep in our chests, ones that we pull apart to try and cram it along in any empty space we can find in this bigger picture of life.
This haunting feeling of estrangement is a universal struggle- one of which almost every person understands.
Although, the case is a little different for a mutant. Those little strands of DNA have woven a stark difference along the puzzle pieces of good people. A difference that sets them blatantly apart from the rest of the board.
This was especially true for Warren, who not only had a very obvious physical mutation- but whom had reformed from a broken and bloody past.
After all that had gone down with Apocalypse, many students watched him walk through the halls of Xavier’s Institute with a great amount of fear in their eyes. They cowered away from his wings as if the fluffy feathers would burn them should they dare to come close.
Half the time, Warren wondered why he’d even bothered joining the X-Men after all that had happened.
The other half, he didn’t have to wonder. It was you.
You who had pulled him from the wreckage of the jet crash, despite him being buried beneath a pile of heated steel. You who insisted he be saved. You who had burned the palms of your hands trying to get him out.
Even now, he saw the scars on your fingers as you spoke with Ororo- talking rapidly with exaggerated hand motions. He remembered those same hands being the ones to heal him and bring him back to his former self, feathered wings and all.
He knew it was you that convinced him to stay, even when the not so quiet whispers and the fairly obvious glares told him to go.
At first it was a simple blossoming friendship, a little plant that you diligently watered into a blooming flower, and then painted those petals with romance.
The relationship was still quite new, but Warren found comfort in every shy kiss, every sweet smile, and every spine tingling time you’d absentmindedly played with his feathered wings.
“People piss me off so fucking much!” You exclaimed, smiling and laughing along with Ororo as you finished your, no doubt, drama-filled story.
This statement pulled Warren from his thoughts. That- and the way you greeted him briefly, cupping his chin and leaving a simple kiss along his hairline while planting yourself in his lap.
Warren grinned and wove an arm around your waist, stretching out his wings as much as he could in the not so spacious armchair. He rested the arch of one wing along your shoulders, and you felt the slight weight of it against your back.
“Do I count as people?” Warren asked teasingly, referring to whatever you had been talking about only moments ago.
You laugh, patting his cheek gently, “Of course not. Although I can’t say the same for a certain speedster.” Your gaze moves along the room to the silver headed figure slumped against the couch cushions only six feet away.
Peter looked up from his gameboy for a split second, having only barely been paying attention, “What’d I do?” He asked, still mainly focusing on his game as he stuck out a tongue and carefully planned out what button he should press next.
“Just yesterday, you stole my plate right out of my hands! I know it was you, Pete, one minute they were there, and the next they were gone.” You pointed at the boy in an accusatory manner.
Peter hummed, suddenly producing a lollipop from God knows where, putting it in his mouth as he pressed a button on his gameboy with his other hand, “Oh yeah, those waffles were really good by the way, your cooking skills are definitely improving.”
You huff and roll your eyes, looking defeatedly at Warren.
Warren shrugged and spoke with an amused tone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, love.”
“Kill him.” You say without hesitation, making Ororo- who sat on the other end of the couch from Peter- snort into her closed fist.
“I would do exactly that,” He promised emptily- deciding to go along with your antics, “but I can’t move because you’re sitting on top of me.”
“Have you thought that maybe the problem isn’t me sitting on top of you, but you sitting under me?” You reply, not even waiting for a response as you pat his chest, “Checkmate, angel.”
As you stand up, you call out to the silver speedster, “I’m coming for you, Gonzales.” You warn.
Peter’s eyes widen as he rushes to get off the couch, “At least wait till I’m done with my Pokémon battle!”
Warren laughed as you and Peter attempted to wrestle right then and there, Peter shouting incoherent apologies for taking your food- being drowned out by the laughter in the room- the loudest of such coming from Peter himself.
Warren watched, adoring the way you attempted to keep a serious composure while Peter pleaded with you, stating that you were the reason his Pokémon would be orphaned.
“What do you even have on your team?” You ask, laughing as Peter struggled against your arm.
“Uhhh an Eevee-” Peter was interrupted by your gasp as you release him from the gentle headlock he’d been trapped in.
“Show me!” You sit on the floor next to him in excitement as Peter smugly hands you his gameboy, thinking he took the easiest way out of your little fight.
You hold up the device so Warren can see the pixelated creature, “Look, angel, this Eevee’s trainer is about to get totally fucked.” You said casually, maintaining the excited tone of voice.
It was Peter’s turn to gasp, standing quickly from the floor and dodging the grab you made for his arm. His voice was about three octaves higher as he screamed, “You’re a monster!”
Warren grinned as you got up off the floor to chase the man who quite undoubtedly was faster than yourself, shooting Warren a sweet smile before you began the hunt for your waffle thief.
He knew maybe he hadn’t found his place yet. Warren had yet to discover where his puzzle piece belonged in the big picture, but with the feeling you always gave him- that fluttery, warm feeling- he just knew that wherever his place was, it’d fit perfectly next to you.
Basically implied that reader’s mutation is healing but that can kinda go hand in hand with any other mutation. aNyway, I haven’t written a oneshot in a long time and I really hope you enjoyed! -♠️
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Variations on a Theme by Edgerton
In the 1930s, Harold Edgerton used strobed lighting to capture moments too fast for the human eye, including his famous "Milk-Drop Coronet". (Image credit: R. Zenit et al.)
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Movie/Show List
Here are some of my favourite movies and shows on the topic of Mythology and Ancient Civilisations. Please add or let me know of more because I’m always looking to watch and learn more!! This is also my first post ever on Tumblr after 4 years of using it and three years off it so please be nice <3 <3
TV Shows:
The Odessey (1997). Miniseries by Andrei Konchalovsky starring Armand Assante as Odysseus and Greta Scacchi as Penelope. Available to watch on Youtube here.
Troy: Fall of a City (2018). Miniseries by Owen Harris and Mark Brozel. Starring Bella Dayne as Helen, Louis Hunter as Paris, David Gyasi as Achilles and Joseph Mawle as Odysseus. Available on Netflix in Australia.
Movies:
Troy (2004). Movie by Wolfgang Peterson, starring Brad Pitt as Achilles, Eric Bana as Hector, Orlando Bloom as Paris, Diane Kruger as Helen and Sean Bean as Odysseus. Available to watch on Netflix in Australia.
Julius Caeser (1953). Movie by Joseph L. Mankiewicz, starring Marlon Brando as Marc Anthony, John Gielgud as Cassius, James Mason as Brutus and Louis Calhern as Julius Caeser.
300 (2006). Movie by Zach Snyder, starring Gerard Butler as Leonidas I, Lena Hedly as Gorgo, Rodrigo Santoro as Xerxes and David Wenham as Dilios. Available to watch on Netflix in Australia.
300: Rise of an Empire (2014). Movie by Noam Murro, starring Eva Green as Artemisia, Lena Hedly as Gorgo, Rodrigo Santoro as Xerxes and Sullivan Stapleton as Themistocles.
Hercules (1997). Disney Cartoon Movie by Ron Clements and John Musker. Starring Tate Donovan as Hercules, Danny DeVito as Phil, Susan Egan as Megara and James Woods as Hades. Available to watch on Disney+
Agora (2009). Movie by Alejandro Amenabar, starring Rachel Weisz as Hypatia, Max Minghella as Davus and Oscar Isaac as Orestes.
Gladiator (2000). Movie by Ridley Scott, starring Russell Crowe as Maximus, Joaquin Phoenix as Commodus, Djimon Hounsou as Juba and Connie Nielson as Lucilla.
The Mummy trilogy (1999, 2001, 2008). Directed by Stephen Summers and Rob Cohen, starring Brendan Fraser (1-3), Rachel Weisz (1-2), Arnold Vosloo (1-2), Jet Li (3) and the Rock (2). Available to watch on Disney+
Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014). Directed by Ridley Scott, starring Christian Bale as Moses, Joel Edgerton as Ramses and Sigourney Weaver as Tuya.
The Prince of Egypt (1998). Dreamworks cartoon directed by Brenda Chapman, Steve Hickner and Simon Wells. Starring Ralph Fiennes as Ramses, Val Kilmer as Moses and God, Michelle Pfieffer as Zipporah and Sandra Bullock as Miriam.
Special shout outs to these movies that are entertaining, kinda terrible, but I still love them:
The Percy Jackson movies (Logan Lerman, Alexandra Daddario, Brandon T. Jackson) are Available to watch on Disney+;
Clash of Titans (2010, Sam Worthington, Gemma Arterton, Ralph Fiennes, Lian Neeson);
Wrath of Titans (2012, Sam Worthington, Rosamund Pike, Ralph Fiennes, Lian Neeson);
Immortals (2011, Freida Pinto, Mickey Rourke, Henry Cavill, Luke Evans, Isabel Lucas);
Hercules (2014, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Irina Shayk, Ian McShane);
Pompeii (2014, Kit Harrington, Emily Browning and Jessica Lucas);
The Legend of Hercules (2014, Kellan Lutz, Gaia Weiss, Liam McIntyre);
Gods of Egypt (2016, Gerard Butler, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Brenton Thwaites)
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Request: hi! not sure if you’re taking request right now but i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if i could request something. i’d be happy with literally any sort of warren worthington x reader, but if you could do one where the reader has powers like wanda maximoff in the avengers movies? and she saves warren from the plane crash with like a force field type thing but gets hurt somehow in the process and warren protects her? so sorry if that’s too much, thanks a ton! 💖✌️— @maxlikesplants
A/N: this isn’t exactly like the request and it’s super short but I hope you like it! 🥺💛
Word Count: 842 words
Warnings: none
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Perhaps there was some truth to the “falling in love with your rescuer” trope.
You almost would have never known— close to passing out from exhaustion— Apocalypse dead, thanks to you and Jean helping the Professor attack his mind and crush him like a grape.
Apocalypse was powerful, possibly an alpha-level if you had to guess, but there was no time for that.
A jet was crashing down, with most of the X-Men in it. You only had a few seconds to try and make the landing livable for your team.
Your arms were stretched out, trying to slow down the jet, but you were so weak.
You didn’t notice what direction you put it in, or when the rest of the X-Men teleported out of it.
All you could think about was trying to keep them alive, even if it meant the jet was coming down on to you. You didn’t notice.
How could you?
—
The jet missed Archangel. His heart was pounding in his chest, trying to process what was happening.
He had almost died.
You tumbled and fell on to the ground. The jet fell at the same time, it barely missed your body— you’d have some temporary loss of hearing and some pressure in your lungs, maybe, but your leg—
Your leg was stuck under the plane itself.
Well, it was no longer much of a jet, but that wasn’t very relevant.
Archangel quickly landed and ran over to you.
You groaned in pain. Your eyes slowly started to close, you were struggling to stay awake.
“Hey, hey, don’t fall asleep. Stay with me.”
His voice was deep— soothing.
“My leg…” You croaked out.
His eyes flickered to your leg. The metal it was trapped under— he quickly removed it.
Your leg was probably broken, you couldn’t move it— but you could feel it.
You tried to send out a telepathic signal to Xaiver about where you were, to see if the others were okay. But you were so tired.
And your head was pounding, ears ringing, your leg was limp— you didn’t even remember closing your eyes.
—
You woke up in the medical bay in Xavier’s basement. Your leg was wrapped in a cast and the consistent beep from the EKG filled your ears.
“What happened?” You groggily asked.
“You broke your leg and passed out… You have been asleep for two days.” Hank explained.
“Oh.”
You looked over to your left and saw Archangel sitting up in a chair, passed out.
“What happened to him?” You whispered.
“We went to go look for your body and Warren was holding you in his arms… He explained you moved the jet out of the way before it crashed onto you guys but your leg got crushed by parts of the plane after it exploded.”
You glanced at him for a moment… Warren… an unusual name.
“He came back with us, wanting to make sure you were okay. You saved his life.”
You didn’t follow. “How?”
“If you didn’t move the jet in time he would have been crushed and died in the explosion.”
“Oh.”
Hank nodded, and you glanced over at him again.
“I can wake him up if you’d like.”
“No, that’s okay. I might go back to sleep.”
Hank hummed in agreement, saying if you needed anything he wouldn’t be too far.
—
Warren awoke after thirty more minutes or so. You had managed to stay up, waiting for him.
“You’re awake,” He noticed.
“Yeah.”
“That’s good. I wasn’t sure if you’d ever wake up.”
You nodded, “Hank said I was out for two days.”
“Yeah, you passed out in Cario.”
“And you passed out in the med bay.”
He huffed at your attempt at a joke.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay… You… You saved my life… Thanks.” His voice sounded like he didn’t want to process what had almost happened, which was reasonable. Anyone in his situation would be a bit shaken.
“You’re welcome.”
He awkwardly pursed his lips for a moment before speaking up.
“Oh! I’m Warren by the way.”
“(Y/N).”
Warren nodded.
“Hank said I could get out of bed if I wanted, be in a wheelchair for now— has anyone shown you around the mansion yet?”
“No, I’ve been down here the whole time.”
You smiled a little, “I could show you around if you’d like?”
“We could become friends?” You offered your hand out to Warren for him to shake.
“Sure.” He took your hand in his and gave a firm, yet uncertain shake.
He was nervous, to say the least. He probably thought he didn’t belong with everyone, based on his past. You had a feeling that he would fit in greatly though, or maybe it was just a sense of hope. You decided he needed a friend.
“If anyone gives you trouble, I’ll deal with them.”
Warren raised his eyebrows, “That so?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.” You swear he blushed, but maybe it was just the fluorescent lights.
You smiled. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”
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Where is my fic of Steve Rogers, Matt Murdoch, and Kurt Wagner bonding over being bi Catholic superhero drama queens. Where do they talk about their personal struggles with sexuality and faith growing up in the 1940s, a Catholic orphanage, and a German circus run by witches. (Were they witches? I remember magic and a giant demon lady and it turned out to be his adopted mother and sister, who he was also dating because they weren’t THAT kind of brother and sister.)
I want Steve to run into Matt shortly after being defrosted, maybe at the gym Matt boxes at. Boxing was a national pastime and now it’s fallen by the wayside in favor of more glamorous fighting styles. It’s nice to just get in a ring and punch someone, and they’re surprisingly compatible fighters, both slightly too fast and hitting too hard, coming out the other side grinning bloody teeth at each other. Matt smoothly lying (telling the truth) about his blindness forcing him to focus on his opponent until he can almost predict their movements. Steve fumbling with the cover story SHIELD gave him about being a soldier recently returned from war, being slightly too honest about feeling out of touch and like he wouldn’t fit in normal life with everything he’s seen and done in the war.
I want Matt to show up at SHIELD next Sunday morning to pick Steve up for church completely unasked, Steve fumbling into the nicest clothes he owns that isn’t a dress uniform, Matt loaning him a tie and whisking him across the city to Hell’s Kitchen. Matt whispering cues through the service, remembering John Mulaney at the last minute and hissing the correct words so Steve doesn’t say AND ALSO WITH YOU. Pointing out the priest he confesses to that can handle the mention of beating up bad guys without running screaming. Going out to lunch and discussing how Matt’s church is different from Steve’s old one, going back to Foggy’s to watch that John Mulaney show because he’s the only one they know with a tv, Foggy groaning over there being TWO of them.
Months or years later, running into Kurt at the Tower because Tony’s the one who developed the image inducer technology. Steve’s heightened vision being able to pick out the micro nuances where the hologram doesn’t quite keep up, most people would be able to shrug it off with a vague sense of unease, but they stand out to him like glowing red flags. Matt just feeling the buzzing and prickle of electricity all over his--skin? Fur? This man is very hairy and also has a tail. Why is no one saying anything about the tail. Steve almost citizen/Avenger-arrests him but Tony comes to vouch for him and they have their little Mutants Among Us revelation in the private upper floors. Steve apologizes very sincerely and they chat about Germany and circuses, another nearly-bygone relic that Steve misses. Matt is feeling left out, but jumps in when Kurt mentions being Catholic.
After that they’ve got weekly mass and lunches, and hey friendship is weird but wonderful. They give each other fashion tips! Kurt is European and flamboyant, Steve is solidly insisting that the only improvement on slacks and a button-up is a leather jacket, and Matt is literally blind. They get by. Matt introduces them to his tailor, after some private talks Kurt brings all his pants in and gets proper tail holes incorporated. Steve gets sticker shock every time he goes to a department store, but being able to buy at thrift stores and get them fitted is much more in line with his upbringing. Matt’s wardrobe gets some splashes of color that Kurt meticulously coordinates and bans him from freestyling with.
Weirdly enough it takes a really long time for the superhero thing to come up. Like a reeeeaaaaaally long time. Like shading into identity porn amounts of time. Not on purpose. Steve Rogers is a popular name in the US and doubly so in military families, nobody connects Steve the Army vet with Captain America unless they’re majorly into WWII military history, and the kind of guy who’s majorly into WWII military history is the kind of guy Steve tends to avoid outside of bar fights and university lectures. Everyone thinks the new Captain America guy is an Army recruitment stunt anyway.
Matt is blind, has had several high-profile cases against mob families, and lives in a dangerous part of town, nobody is surprised when he shows up places looking a little roughed up and growling about the darkness in mankind’s souls. Concerned, yes, ready to take on the mob, yes, surprised, no. He likes punching things though, so they leave it when he says he’s got it handled. A lot of debate stems from Matt’s growling, they all have strong opinions about morality and crime and institutional oppression. They have varying degrees of optimism/pessimism about God’s judgement and forgiveness, and wildly different ideas about the criminal justice system. (Again: 1940s soldier, US lawyer, and minority immigrant whose typical response to legal authorities is: *smashes a 40 on the ground* SCATTER!)
Tony introduced Kurt and told them he was engineering him the image inducer, but neglected to mention that it was part of his deal with the X-Men to field test his tech*. Nobody knows what he does for a living. Performer? Translator? Model? Escort? He knows a lot of rich people, like the Starks and Worthingtons and Frosts. He travels pretty frequently and brings them back souvenirs. Foggy is just happy that there is someone cheerful and level-headed in Matt and Steve’s Fight Club of a friendship, until Kurt backflips into the boxing ring with a fencing sword and shouts HAVE AT THEE, and oh no there’s THREE of them now.
(Tony is one of the silent investors in the X-Men. It started as just donating an old mansion the Stark family had to house at-risk “genetic minority” youth, then he wanted to help with the renovations to make it suitable for young mutants to practice controlling their powers, and then everyone got a little carried away and suddenly there were some extra basement floors. A few super computers. Something called a Danger Room, which is a misnomer because it’s totally safe, Tony promises. Possibly a donated jet or two, though they shot down his idea of painting it school bus yellow and claiming it as a school fleet vehicle on their taxes. He thinks the whole “X-MEN” thing the media came up with is hilarious, they’re just a bunch of persecuted minorities trying to rescue and educate kids, occasionally scuffling with another group doing the same thing on the other side of the moral line. He stays in his lane and looks forward to their tech challenges as a fun side project. “Full-body hologram” was a winner, even if it took a few tries to get the tail right.)
Just. More interaction between people who can conceivably interact on the regular, not just meet once in a big showdown based on mistaken identity, realizing We’re All Good Guys Here, shaking hands and then never seeing each other until the big world-ending team-up episode. Give me that sweet sweet bonding. We’re fanficcers, we don’t have to worry about coordinating between movies and shows and who’s going to space in their comic this week. We can just say “hey these guys have a lot in common, how about they get lunch sometime.”
#zims has too many feelings about super heroes#steve rogers#captain america#matt murdoch#daredevil#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#x-men#avengers#long post
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