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the-ravenist · 1 year

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My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

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astolary · 2 years

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hello! i am loving your work! keep up the amazing work and remember to drink water!

how would sova, cypher, phoenix and chamber react to a (fem/gender neutral) radiant civilian saving them while they were on a mission? what if that civilian joined the protocol? what if the chosen agents start to have feelings for them? thank you! <33

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 .

( Synopsis ) This was not how they expected the results of their performance to turn out to be.

( Author's Note ) Yes, I drank water :D But it was lemon water, so it took me longer to finish it Imao. Also what if I told you all I'm working on a request that's going to be part 2 of fireflies but I have absolutely no idea how to make Cypher and reader fall in love 🙂💔

( Pairings ) Separate! Chamber, Cypher, Phoenix, and Sova x GN! Radiant Reader

( Content Warnings ) Cursing, Violence, Mirror Sage holding a knife, Mentions of Nightmares.

( Word Count ) 2.6k words // EDITED!

[ star chosen: don quixote . ]

The mission CHAMBER was assigned to was more of a side mission— to spy on the CEO of a Radianite Supply Company of Kingdom and gather enough intel. Once he completes the mission; Valorant could track down the source of Radianite they use and keep an eye on it until Alpha Earth strikes that location. Hopefully, they could capture their Mirrors by then.

Surprisingly, they were going to watch the performance of Don Quixote the evening Chamber successfully placed a tracker on them. Who was Chamber to deny a free ballet performance?

Dark wine-red and midnight black adorned with velvet roses. That was the performance as the dancers leaped to their hearts' content. Until he caught sight of the CEO making their way backstage.

As Chamber stealth fully followed them, he only reached a dead end. He put his guard down for too long. Reinforcements and security that worked under the CEO came and just as Chamber cursed to all his lucky stars, you came and saved him. One of the main stars of the show.

You were just passing by to redo your makeup, and hopefully, freshen up a bit when you heard voices down the halls. Without a second thought, you ran there, hearing people fighting.

A Sissonne was all it took for Chamber to quickly snap out of it and help you defeat the remaining opponents. His sharp eye took notice of how he moved faster than before, even faster when he steps on Brimstone's Stim Beacon. Your eyes were glowing as well, were you a radiant? Once they were all knocked out, you were about to ask if he was alright—

"Ah, it's almost my turn. Good luck dealing with those Kingdom people." And you left quickly as you arrived. To the center of the stage. You prayed the audience won't notice your slightly fatigued form— and how your makeup was messed up more.

Chamber quickly interrogated the Kingdom workers and teleported them outside the theater one by one, and off he went, the sounds of cheers and claps resonating even outside the theater.

Chamber wished he could watch you perform, but work calls.

When he arrived back at the protocol after dealing with the matter, he immediately spoke about you to Brimstone.

"Ah, the ballet dancer? Yes, Cypher has been keeping eye on them for a while. We'll try to recruit them if even you out of all people are impressed with their performance." Brimstone spoke to himself, already heading out the door to discuss the topic with Cypher.

He hasn't caught your name, but you're on the list of people he's interested in already. And you quickly climbed to Number One when you first fought side by side.

"Do you mind if I join you, mon chou?"

( the elegance you brought out within yourself drew him in closer and closer, a siren luring those who dared to dip their water within the mysterious fray. a venus flytrap, a mouse cage, a chameleon's camouflage, but would you ever consider glancing his way? so for now, he was content watching you arabesque the night away. )

[ star chosen: hermit in the morning crab at night . ]

CYPHER never minded when the younger agents described him as a hermit. Because he was one; someone who stayed cooped up within the walls of his room. His eyes intently watch the screens for information, all with just a click of his fingertips. Anything new is valuable. Fake information? He can track down the person and continue the lead from there.

Valorant was a hidden organization from the world. The pearl of a clam that could never be opened; The hiders from the seekers that will never be found; The barrier between water and oil that can never be trespassed.

To his surprise, a case has been posted on the internet regarding Jett out of all people. Mirror Jett to be exact while she was in Ascent. People are still hung up on this, of course. But what's the point of crying about spilled milk when they barely know the whole story?

It hasn't been clicked on a lot thankfully, as it is at the bottom of the list. But he needs to remove the article, now.

There were two photos posted side by side— one photo of Mirror Jett in Venice and the other photo of their Jett happily chopping vegetables in Seoul. People will start throwing more comments around if this goes viral.

A headache rippled inside his head, his mask making it feel worse. Of course, she was the one that posted this. Magnificent today wasn't the day he was going to be a hermit.

What do you know? She was a smart one! Thank the heavens, oh of course Cypher wants to shed even more blood! Great, now he needs to remove the article manually by tracking the device and deleting it from there. Fantastic, oh he's so excited :))))

He eventually tracked it down at your local gasoline convenience store, in the middle of nowhere. This was not suspicious.

"Greetings," Cypher tipped his hat at the cashier and walked towards them.

"Greetings to you as well." They stood up, walking to the cashier. "Other Cypher."

"Other Sage." He chuckled darkly, "Remove the article now."

Mirror Sage smiled maliciously, a complete contrast from the smiles he was familiar with. "I'm afraid I cannot. Don't you think everything is playing out, too slowly? I'm getting impatient."

"I'm afraid your patience needs to last a little longer, we aren't giving you our radianite."

Mirror Sage clenched the countertop, her knuckles turning white. "Are you blind?! We need that radianite. Without it—"

"I don't fucking care whatever happens in your universe. You're harming ours for the glory of yours, now let's get to the point and remove that article."

Mirror Sage laughed darkly, bittersweet even. "Then I'm afraid I have to do this."

The ground under Cypher froze, and suddenly Cypher couldn't move his body. Shit shit shit shit this wasn't part of the plan he was supposed to inject poison in her not the other way around—

"Do you like it? I figured that if I could slow others down, why not paralyze them?" Mirror Sage held her knife dangerously close to his neck.

"You know, I was actually having a pleasant conversation with the Sage from my world a few hours ago when I informed her of my plans." Cypher laughed, trying to free himself.

"Oh? You were? Then let me just kill you and let the Cypher from my world inform your Sage the mission went without a hitch."

Cypher waited for the cold metal, only to feel something melting on his shoulders. Hot hot hot hot— wait, he can move his head. Cypher glanced to his shoulder, only to see remains of Sage's knife melted to the ground.

"I just wanted to pee man," You complained behind the two, "I wasn't expecting to stop a murder." The rays of the moon glowed brighter, for what was the moon without the light from the sun?

"Get back unless you want to be blinded!" You yelled at him. "I'm usually weaker during the evening, but I'll be fine! I can travel through the light for a few seconds to escape."

Cypher jumped atop the counter, grabbed all of Mirror Sage's belongings, and ran through the door. He was probably one of the worst at hand-to-hand combat as well.

(1) Cypher successfully deleted the article and came back to base slightly injured, and (2) There was a radiant that could control the waves of light from the sun for just a few seconds, you.

Sage immediately agreed to recruit you when Cypher shared his experience, and oh boy he was excited.

And just when he was about to tour you around, your next words to him were;

"You looked like a crab running for dear life that evening, you know."

( cypher had a habit of preparing two cups of tea. one for him, one for nora. nora. when cypher made the oath to her that day, he swore to always live by it. despite nora constantly reminding him to glance at what was in front of him and to stop dreaming, and just to be happy. he glanced at nora in front of him and she was there. in the past. he was living a dream. in the past. he was happy. in the past.

was nora really alright with him falling in love with someone else when she wasn't there with him...? )

[ star chosen: university shenanigans . ]

A part of the portal's blueprint was kept at a University that had connections with fracture, and without it, Killjoy couldn't complete the project.

PHOENIX silently shed a tear in his seat, not liking the mission he was sent to one bit. There were more capable agents other than a duelist like him going undercover for a mission. It's going to be a new experience! Jett said, It's going to happen eventually! Jett said.

Phoenix glanced down at the entrance exam sheet on his table and shuddered at the dark memories. Endure it so that you can finally sleep peacefully and finish the mission.

"Phoenix, do you copy?" Killjoy's voice registered in his earpiece.

"Copy, but I can't exactly talk right now..." Phoenix trailed off silently as possible, pretending to write on his exam sheet when a professor glanced his way.

"Look, since today is the entrance exam for the university, security is more heavily located around the auditorium for the student's protection. Only the headmaster knows the existence of the blueprint, and they're in front of you now, aren't they? Now’s your chance."

Phoenix understood the plan immediately, anything to get him out of school. "Um, excuse me, may I be excused to the restroom?"

Then there Phoenix was, going through each corridor and hallway looking for the headmaster's office. Killjoy replaced what the CCTV saw each time Phoenix passed through, to make sure he wouldn't get caught.

Phoenix's eyes lit up in victory once he spotted the door he was looking for all his life. And once he was about to open the door with the gloves he was wearing,

"Thanks for leading me here," Yoru whispered in his ear. Mirror Yoru.

He felt something cold on the side of his head and froze, he couldn't move his arms. Yoru chucked the earpiece off his ear and spoke, "Any last words— GAH!"

The ground under him rumbled. Phoenix never thought a hero could exist until you saved him and made Yoru fly out the window, unfortunately drawing attention. "Go get the blueprints." You boldly spoke, trapping Yoru inside the formation of rocks. You tapped your ear twice.

"Remember, the Earth can experience anything."

Without hesitation, Phoenix went into the room, grabbed the blueprints and his earpiece, and dissolved into ashes, back inside the aircraft.

Just like Chamber, he talked about you to Killjoy and Viper, a radiant! You could help the protocol!

"Ah, yes, they're in my files. Manipulation of the earth's ground, how fascinating!" Killjoy adjusted her glasses, "They must have attended that entrance exam in hopes of studying in the university to better understand their powers. Ohhhh I like them already." He does too.

"Most likely she heard our conversation through the earpiece and followed you since sound does travel through solid ground, might as well recruit her."

Thank goodness you accepted the invitation, oh wow you're gorgeous.

( the earth was the accumulation of time, everyone's tears were absorbed by the earth and bloomed into flowers as the earth's apology. it grew through the hard crevices and eventually rested on the soft soil until it could breathe when it bloomed from the hardships you faced. one day, you will be the flower in phoenix's earthquake. )

[ star chosen: lost in the mirror maze . ]

It was a mission unapproved by Brimstone— to contact the blackmailer firsthand. If they can't pick up the footprints through technology, do it the old fashion way. SOVA suggested.

The blackmailer will slowly reveal everyone's secrets one by one if their actions are fruitless, they need to find the blackmailer now if they want to stay incognito.

One chance. Sova has one chance to prove to his leader that he can gain something from this mission without getting hurt.

Catch me if you can. The prowlers whispered around him. Hoarse, raspy voices, inner demons— his inner demons. Sova recomposed himself, already preparing his mentality for the illusions he was about to face.

A note flew past his ears. The pitter-patter sounds of rain; The waterfall hitting the lake; The dew of an oasis.

It was hazy, his eye malfunctioned due to instability. Darkness loomed over his vision, what?

Then the note dropped. The chaos of an inevitable tornado; the clouds getting heavier and falling from the sky; A tsunami; A hailstorm.

Whatever the cause of the melody, helped him keep his sanity.

His vision came back, and Sova shook his head. To find himself standing inside a carnival mirror maze.

What if I give, a glimpse of what I know about you? The blackmailer's voice echoed around him. No.

Movement, to his right. Sova dodged the rifle bullet, already shooting his recon dart through all the holes in the mirrors. It took a second for the woman to destroy it, already showing Sova a silhouette of them. Fuck.

Oh? I'm impressed. A woman's deep voice chuckled. So the blackmailer was a woman. Even if you find me, I already know your next move. Try this.

Sova glanced down, to find himself tethered to something. He simply sent a shock dart, continuing his search by running around the maze.

Tsk, what about this?

Sova ignored how he was blinded, all he needed was his bow and arrow. His sense of sound disappeared, and the woman effectively dismantled the equipment on him.

You know? This is quite a challenge, how about—

Then, the trumpets sang together with the grand finale.

"Hey, hey, wake up!" You vigorously shook the unconscious man under you. "I already removed that weird negative emotion clouding around your head, wake up lord the police might think I was the one who knocked you out!"

The Russian groaned, your voice effectively snapping him out of his nightmare. He propped himself with his elbows, hands unclenching and clenching. Where was his bow where was his bow—

His posture slagged down in relief when they were lying beside him, a flute along with them.

"Is this yours?" Sova questioned you.

"It is, I played some of the music along with my mood to get rid of whatever you were facing just moments ago, so I'm sorry it sounded like..."

"...battle music?"

"Yeah! But if you do mind me asking, how did you get unconscious in the middle of a park?"

Sova remembers. He passed out of fatigue, the main reason why Brimstone unapproved the mission. But Sova was stubborn to never give up.

Out of the three agents; he would be the only one to fail the mission. But he had the most unique meeting with you.

"So, what you’re trying to say is, you'll try to make them join the protocol? As an apology for your recklessness?" Killjoy laughed a bit under her nose. "Oh Sova, they joined the protocol the moment you left for that mission of yours. You both were supposed to share a room for a while, remember? Luckily, they happened to be near where you were so we sent them there instead of going to the airport."

"Ah, I see..." Now let Sova wallow in embarrassment.

( unbalanced, where the notes are played from the traditional wooden flute. an uneven piece of emotions rushing down the runway. a choreography of confusion until the missing puzzle pieces fell into place. lost. this was not how sova was expecting his first love to be played out. )

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plushyteeths · 2 years

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gender envy but it gets randomly concerning gonna be updated occasionally !!

+ ravens + it’s the end of the world as we know it by r.e.m. + the snail bomb from half dead 3 + the creatures from gtfo + black cats with solid white eyes + mothman + forget-me-nots + facial scars & piercings + stick n poke tattoos + early 2000s band rubber bracelets + gloomy bear + the russian sleep experiment + the vibes of a city after dark + pitbulls + anthrax [the disease , not the band] + pink & green plushys + bags covered in pins & keychains & patches + weird really specific vintage pins/graphic tees/etc + dermestid beetles + turkey vultures + banshees + teeth + wet specimen hearts + bible accurate angels + kandi accessories + “i am made of memories” from the song of achilles + like , the entirety of cemetery boys + crona from soul eater + get cool by stray kids + also god’s menu by stray kids + also also back door by stray kids + guts + hanahaki disease + the bandsintown logo + samsara room + endermen + cherries + lord death from soul eater + dr stein from soul eater + grell from black butler + undertaker from black butler + the word boom + infections + ankou + the like ,,, apple spice candle scent + the word swarm + “history , huh ?” from red , white , & royal blue + baz grimm-pitch + full body stims + magpies + the black dahlia [esp the mouth cuts] + semi-sweet chocolate chips + scott pilgrim vs the world ruined a whole generation of women by negative xp + rosaries & straight razors + existential crises + the word queue + frog skeletons + dandelions + crocuses + the moon from soul eater + the word hollyhock + scourge from warrior cats + the horseman of pestilence + bloody noses + oogie boogie & boogie’s boys from the nightmare before christmas + the scary teddy from the nightmare before christmas + spraypaint + steel-toe docs + sour candies + scars on your knees from skinning them alot + buttercups + smoking + the word heretic + shane madej’s vibes + there is no game : wrong dimension + my oversize walking dead tshirt + izze blackberry soda + plushtrap from fnaf4 + this one bunny plushy i have with really long limbs + toothfaeries + swamp creatures + birds that look like they know everything and then some + red lights by stray kids + the pretender by foo fighters + beat up old notebooks crammed with sketches + collarbone piercings + the blood eagle [i suggest not googling this] + ballora’s voice + the bonnie song + the word skitter + coils of wire + wooden boxes filled with little random trinkets n things + necrosis of the flesh [another thing i suggest not googling] + basement gerard + picking up nightcrawlers and having a religious moment + lilypads + alternates from the mandela catalogue + the heaven’s gate away team patches + polaris & yildun from star crossed lovers + aaron from dear , door + my kitten’s 3am zoomies + venus flytrap genderbend art + corpse flowers + tons of rings + hands covered in plasters + creepy plushys + button eyes + the other wybie from coraline & regular wybie too + beetles ,,, just as a concept ,,, beetles + femboys ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, + hipbone piercings + beppi the clown from cuphead + many many many eyes + balljoint dolls + haunted toys

#plushys bite back

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