Fandom Imagines Part 2

Future, Warren Worthington iii

There are a few spoilers for X-men Apocalypse, so read with caution! Also, this is an AU.

The reader has a mutation where she can create illusions 🙂

Warren's POV:
For as long as I've known (Y/n), she's always been the sweetest person. I never saw her being rude or mean to another person. Instead, she treated everyone with a smile and an understanding attitude. When she first met me, I was surprised to discover she didn't judge me for my (at the time) metal wings or the tattoos on my face. I do have to admit, I was a bit of an arse back then, but I'd like to think that (Y/n) has helped me become a better person with only the occasional gripes that leave my mouth from time to time.

When we started our relationship, my feathery wings replaced my metal ones, and I was a bit insecure about them. The size of my wings was bad enough, and I didn't want to embarrass (Y/n) by letting her be seen with a bird boy, but she was different. She didn't care about what others thought, and surprisingly, she liked my wings. On some nights when we would lay down with each other, I'd feel (Y/n) begin to graze her fingers against the feathers on my wing, thinking I was asleep. In all honesty, I would never tell her that I enjoyed her doing this, but I think she gets the message when I wrap my wings around her at any moment I can.

Another thing I was surprised by was the fact that (Y/n) didn't mind my tattoos either. I hated (and still hate) them, but (Y/n) doesn't seem to be bothered by them.

In fact, when I complain to her about them or voice my worries about people staring at her for being with a guy like me, she just smiles and places her lips against mine as her arms pull me close to her. "I don't care about other people's opinions over me being with the greatest guy on the planet, Warren," She'll say, her fingers smoothing over the back of my shirt as she smirks. "They're people we'll never see again, and I love you too much to let their hateful views change mine."

Going back to her caring nature, I often find myself carrying her sleeping body back to our room late at night because of several different reasons. Usually, she stays up late with other mutants who need someone to listen to, and she'll happily do so. Sometimes, it's because she stays up late helping out around the mansion with cleaning and what not. Although, as of lately, I've seen her help out with the children mutants more than she has with the older ones. Every time I see her in the mansion's main room, she has a younger kid beside her whom she's either reading to or comforting and talking to them. It warms my heart every time I see it.

Standing beside the activity rooms archway, I watch as (Y/n) reads to a child student that recently started school here at Xavier's. Sitting in her lap, the small boy shows pure excitement as she creates small images that follow along with the story she's reading. The boy hasn't been able to fit in much at the school due to missing his parents, but (Y/n) has been helping him out a lot. She does things for the small child that are so sweet and caring. It's like (Y/n) treats him as if she were his mother and a great one at that.

"And then the skies were clear of any clouds as the dreams of many children flowed throw them and became the stars," (Y/n) read the story aloud, her voice soft and gentle as her fingers slowly moved to make the illusion follow along with her words. The little boy in her lap gasps at the sight, making both (Y/n) and I smile at his enthusiasm. "One sleeping little girl dreamt of being a princess in a pink castle while another little boy dreamt of defeating the dragon that guarded that castle," As (Y/n) continues, the illusion gives off each different scenarios that she describes.

Looking closer at the images she's creating, I see the princess look similar to (Y/n) with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (s/c) skin. Not to mention the princess dress also happens to be her favorite color, (f/c). Looking over at the prince I see him with my curly blonde hair and pale skin with faint, but still noticeable facial tattoos lining his cheeks. Of course, (Y/n) didn't forget the wings and made them the same white feathered ones she has made me learn to love and accept.