𝐢𝐧𝐝 & 𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐦𝐞𝐧 / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥. 𝟔𝟏𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞. / / Possibility. A word that can mean literally anything. But what makes us seek out possibility? What inspires us to say farewell to comfort... and seek out... more? Is it the opportunity to reach for the stars toward a common goal? Is it the chance to be the best version of yourself? Or is it merely natural to want the next big evolution? Whatever it is that's next -- let's discover it together. Hello, and welcome to X-Corp. We're Simply Superior.
RULES / BIO / VERSES all under the cut.
𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 && 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟.
don’t be shitty. as in no hate or drama please. i tend to hardblock those who do vague posts bc i just deal with enough crap at work and don’t wanna see it here.
mutuals only. asks, starters, threads and stuff are for mutuals. i ask those to dni if we aren’t, but i won’t block anyone if it happens. it’s just easier for my to kinda track things.
ships. both warren and i are weak bitches for some love ok. he’s rich, wants to spend his money on someone that gives him attention. but as always - chemistry first.
themes. please be aware that warren has body dysmorphia. less we forget he tries to morbidly remove his wings for underlying reasons aka an abusive father..... do not follow if these themes trigger you. he’s witnessed horrible forms of abuse, and it will reflect in my writing for his mental health.
triggers. i’m pretty good at tagging the common things, but if i miss something please please let me know. as for me, i ask to tag the following: spiders, pregnancy, trypophobia, and gore.
das it. i’m sonne, mostly over @firefated. 31, she/her, bilingual and currently working full af time in a hospital - sooo replies are always sporadic.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ( 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.)
warren didn’t join the xmen because he wanted to, but because he had to find a sense of purpose in life. he began in a privatized school, where mutants weren’t accepted and only money earned their keep. being the heir to worthington enterprises and named after his own father, he did everything in his power to keep his mutation a secret. warren’s downward spiral started when his family disowned and labeled his kind as an abomination - and if he wished to remain a part of their lives, would require the serum to remove the x-gene from his body. at first he had considered taking the proclaimed cure, but ultimately fled and learned to live with giant angelic wings - then made a future heroic & anti-heroic career known as the archangel.
full name: warren kenneth worthington, the third.
birthdate: september 22nd.
age portrayed: mid-late 20s.
gender: non-binary male.
sex/romance: pansexual / panromantic. open to poly.
status: sex favorable, but open to dating.
occupation: multi-billionaire, shareholder to worthington enterprises
affiliation: x-corp and the x-men.
alias: the archangel. angel. gabriel. angel of death.
height and build: 6ft 1′ muscular / fit.
facial features: blue eyes and styled blond hair.
citizenship: american and krakoan.
school level: xavier’s alumni.
abilities: flight, speed, superhuman strength. healing factor by mixing his blood with the injured. advanced hand-to-hand combat. allegedly nearly immune to physical injuries due to fast healing and wing regeneration.
MJ wasn’t sure if it was the two shots of tequila in her veins or the FRUSTRATION from a long week at work being lambasted by the legal department almost daily for her methods, but right now? The idea of going home with Warren Worthington III sounded EXACTLY like the kind of trouble she wanted to get in. Lifting an eyebrow with a grin to match his own, MJ answered his question by leaning in and pressing her lips to his.
slender digits work to reclaim hold of the key, warren presses a button that automatically starts the car all the while feeling warm lips press against his own. there’s a small humble laughter that has yet again met the ego to his flames. “ despite what you may of heard, i’d rather treat you to dinner first. mmkay? ” blue hues look at her red hair closely before making eye contact with mj once more. “ come on, i have a chef that’s already prepping dinner at my place. unless you have other plans. ” his smile fades to teeth sinking into his own bottom lip fighting every urge not to cave into desire. his height lowers slightly, forehead touching her own before reciprocating an indulgent kiss.
“Don’t let the New York City girl thing fool you - I’m an EXCELLENT driver.” MJ grinned, her fingers starting to curl around the keys. But, to her surprise (and not total disappointment), she found them wrapping around Warren’s fingers as well. Raising an eyebrow, MJ subtly wet her lips and tilted her head. “… Holding HANDS now, Warren? Awfully soft of you.”
not a single word spoken, but his hand moving her own to make contact with his lips. gaze steady, he only looks down to view said perfection in its own right. “ but did it work? ” slight devilish grin, warren knows exactly what he does & when he does it.
“ i think you’d have to take that up with ms. luthor, ” sam’s response slides with a skepticism that hits the bridge of her nose from her sideways glance. “ i doubt it’s up for sale & we have several sizable acquisitions of our own that are in the works. ”
this is the kind of interaction that bristles her teeth together, brittling her smile. but she keeps it up for the appearances.
her fingertips close around the offered stem, prim, business-like. “ it’s not so much what i need, mr. worthington, ” she says without taking a sip. “ this is philanthropy. ” her brow arcs. “ so maybe it’s more about what you need. ”
“ i was kidding, anyways. i don’t have enough time in my day to add another problem to it so. ” warren could feel the level of tension ; the same reactions from every other person that walks within his line of orbit. & to be fair, he understood that his personality is extremely abrasive heartless to most, but he was raised with a heart of steel, never to remain soft.
in all honesty, he didnt even fully understand what he needs in this life ; having already set his career and stable in all aspects, warren floats around life. “ i ditched the x-men so here we are. finding the next best step in my life.”
she let her hand relax in his, arching a brow and looking over at him as he spoke. she had a feeling there might be more to it than just being a secret spot - but there was no reason to go into that. times to relax were fairly rare, so few and far between it was strange to sit back and just enjoy the moment. curious though she may be, gwen didn’t plan on prying too deeply into his business. not without another drink or two.
“the older you get~” she teasingly repeated, giving a small, bright bout of laughter. “okay, okay. didn’t realise i was going to have to persuade you that you’re not geriatric. not yet.” she kept her hand in his, playful grin on her features - and she gave a soft squeeze of his hand before relaxing. “honestly? there are a lot of days that i gladly would prefer to be inside and relaxing.”
a soft hum, her eyes flickering over him curiously and with amusement. her and her father were used to money management, and what came from that was a desire not to discuss FINANCIALS - it was just sort of deemed rude…? but to each their own. she wasn’t one requiring grand gestures or flashes of wealth. but when you had the money… it probably was nice to use it for something different now and then. for now, gwen gave him a more relaxed grin in response. “you’re raising my hopes and expectations here~ i’ll be a happy taste tester.” a pause, then unable to resist, “i’ll let you know if it’s money well spent.”
she paused to sip her drink, it was odd to be able to relax in such a way. dating seemed like… such a LOW priority. almost unnecessary. but she reminded herself how fun a good date could be. it didn’t matter how this went. it was different, fun, and better to enjoy the now. and satisfy her curiosity.
“okay, i have been D Y I N G to know…” a pause, “…favourite music genre.” a pause, then an amused grin (well, cheeky smirk maybe, there were so many other things she could ask or go into). “seriously. i have my standards and before i get invested in our conversation i need to know the make or break personal details~” not that there was a wrong answer, it just tended to be a question she asked everyone. didn’t people like to talk about what they were comfortable with?
the self proclaimed billionaire reaches forth a champagne flute to raise the glass, light shining through clear bubbling liquid. “ oh now thats too personal ” the man laughs, signaling that the question itself was of no big deal, its just.. no one ever cared to get to know warren if it weren’t for the financial benefits. “ alright, you have my attention. i’ll have you know that the rumors are true, i do listen to a lot of rap, but .. also indie music. ”
music that got his blood pumping during all of the workouts during the week. all of the facts checked out ; the token jock that looked unbelievably handsome, came from wealth and often thinking of ways to sin on the daily. given the chance to open up, warren was actually quite a perfectionist and extremely protective. “ you know that money don’t jiggle jiggle song? that’s a meme but completely relatable. it’s honestly my ringtone. ”
the way his face lights up with just the right amount of blushed pigment makes apollo look like a lesser compared to warren. these good looks almost always got him into a lot of trouble. he had asked gwen here because he was genuinely interested in her success. aspiration is the one trait that attracts him like honey. in his mind, confidence is great power - and she had plenty of it. “ now tell me i’ve noticed you have some work in oscorp? ” he reeled to find where her strengths lie ; hoping to catch its and pieces to persuade a great mind like hers to relocate to his own worthington enterprises.
“ yeah … ” voice trails off, bright gaze considering the other. for someone who responded with one word, there was certainly a pleasant tone to his voice. “ it’s not the only thing that’s … hot. ”
“ oh? go on. ” the multi billionaire unlocks his phone, casually scrolling through various apps whilst peeking over the device with bright blue eyes. “ is it something local ? because i’ve been craving some quality spicy food. ”
If there was one thing that got MJ’s blood boiling (above AND below the belt), it was being CHALLENGED. And Warren? Was definitely a challenge. He was a lot of other things too, but it was harder to bring those to the front of her mind just now. MJ cocked her head to the side, unabashedly giving him a slow glance up and down before holding out her hand for the KEYS he’d so obviously jingled to entice her further. Not that she’d ever admit that had WORKED. “Fine. But I drive.”
“ just this once. i’m trusting you here - not that i couldn’t just buy a new car if this gets damaged... ” it’s amongst a few things that warren takes great pride in material possessions. the hand that held fast to the key now locks with her own ; only to not let go just yet.
gwen didn’t care quite as much for the whole secret identity thing as some of the other spiders. it was still important, and her hood and mask were part of what made her ghost spider. but it still felt good when the mask pulled away and she took in a breath of fresh air. hood still up, she tilted her head back a little and just tried to RELAX. of course… true relaxation was unlikely to come anytime soon. after all, she wasn’t alone.
her eyes flickered off to the side, trying to glimpse him. a playful, almost cheeky, smile grew on her features. well, they had won - saved the day! still alive! (not that the altercation had been anything world ending) - and she was still high on whatever adrenaline was left in her system.
“so tell me more, you said this was a good place to stop and…” and he was right. from this building top the city down below looked perfect. it was a beautiful skyline. when she mentioned relaxing after a fight this was exactly the sort of thing she had in mind. and though she tended to like being alone right about now… he maybe did intrigue her. a little. “is this where you take all the guys and dolls to after a winning fight, or did i strike lucky?” partly joking, mostly curious.
“i wouldn’t mind another team-up sometime~ if you were to take me to more hotspots. show me around.” definitely a tease, a joke. a look over at him. “I mean, what more could i ask for than this view~”
she was nervous. despite being a classified asshole when it came to topics of feelings, warren did an exceptionally good job and feeling out vibes. he had someone to thank for that, someone of his past. but he was here on a date, set up by one of his assistants of x-corp. according to those that he worked with, warrens attitude has been deteriorating in the sense of self loathing ; he needed a break from the business talks and what a better way than to push the man back into the dating scene.
warren leans in, pushing his drink aside to gran the young woman’s hand, hoping to create some sense of awareness that she is safe and it’s okay to feel nervous. “ actually, this place is my secret place to go to unwind. as you can see, there’s no one around. ”
money made this business go above and beyond to meet thee angel’s standards ; even if that meant cutting off customers from entering the venue until he’s done. “ teaming up is really draining. the older i get the more i wanna stay home and relax. ” he sounds lame, and almost regrets saying a rather unattractive thought jumping from his mind.
“ the food is insanely good. i swear i didn’t enforce the menu or anything... ” there’s a small cringe to his grin, trying his best to hide his monies influence.
“ huh? my honest opinion about bobby? for a cryo mutant he’s actually hot. ” warren was so caught up in the gossip with another student, that he didn’t even think twice to look and see who was near by. sensitive feathers felt a lingering frost, prompting the blond to turn his gaze at the very person he spoke about. “ shit. you heard me didn’t you ? ” / sc. @drunivers
the hint of a smile finds a surprising home on illyana’s beleaguered features, she was exhausted down to her bones, but it was nice to see a friendly face. ❝ everyone, everywhere, is boring. ❞ there’s a sparkle to her eyes that speaks of certain unspoken exceptions as she answers, grabbing a seat and ducking around the extension of warren’s left wing.. ❝ you know what we need? — shots. ❞
“ i already raided the professor’s locked cabinet. ” lowering the wing, his body slides to the side to remove a from beneath his seat. out of all of the students left in this place, these two were without a doubt scarily intolerant to alcohol. “ pick your poison i’m sure i’ll be expelled tomorrow. ” queing more dramatic words, lips meet yet another newly opened bottle.
there was little in life as exhilarating as a wager and the sweet caress of chance. what warren offered wasn’t so much a bet, as gambit knew many tricks the other hadn’t seen, but an even more interesting and amusing proposition had presented itself. ❝ surly dis ol’ t'ief could sha’ ya a t'ing or two, ❞ a card appears in hand, tumbling over his fingers in a motion as natural as breathing. money was one of his favorite things, but warren wasn’t the only one nearly bored to the grave in the old manor and there was fun to be had. ❝ too aisé ami, how 'bout sweet'n da pot wit’ a kiss? ❞
warren had a look of complete amusement ; a small grin and biting his lip were amongst two expressions that made the blond all the more attractive. “ oh that’s rich. you want a piece of me too? who am i to say no ” wings make an appearance, glorious and holy without a halo, warren leans in whilst seated. in this instance, he stayed in place refusing to move but staring at remy with an insatiable feeling. many rumours were true about the nation’s richest heir, where he may not kiss and tell, these lips were undeniably famous.
“ hey remy, i’ll give you a hundred thou’ if you can show me a crazy magic trick i’ve never seen. ” warren sits in one of many old chairs at xaviers, leg crossed he pulls out a custom made checkbook. to put it simply, boredom cursed the blond terribly and had more money than he knew what to do with. “ no cheap shit. ” / sc. @ceremonially
