#arcangel x reader

[obscure-imaginations]

Darksiders Abaddon x reader headcanons. He may be a bastard, but bastards need love too.

Politely, please DNI if you ship him with Uriel.

SFW, under the cut for space.

-Warm cuddles! He tucks his wings around you both when cuddling in the nest.

-Will carry you for a flight, if you’re flightless. He’ll keep a good grasp on you, you won’t fall.

-Very, very defensive. He has little good left in his life, and something as wondrous as you needs to be protected.

-When extremely happy or in a very deep sleep, he makes soft cooing sounds. Don’t ever mention this. He has a lot of pride and doesn’t want to fuel the “pigeon” comments. Just enjoy his little noises.

-When he gets comfortable with you and trusts you, he’s more willing to make happy angel noises. In private, where only you can hear.

-If you’re interested in the dragon version, he will very tenderly hold you in his hands and just. Stare at you. He rumbles that you’re gorgeous and he loves you very much. Of course, in a clearer head, he’ll blush and loudly proclaim it was only said for your sake, but you know his words are true. He does deeply love you.

-Stubborn. Will quite literally stomp his foot when arguing. Of course, he always makes up for it by meekly approaching and apologizing for getting ahead of himself. He’s used to being in charge.

-Very proud of his wings. Will teach you to help him groom. He starts to coo happily when he relaxes into your massages.

-He doesn’t like having his missing eye brought up. It’s a sore spot for him. However, he is more likely to remove the patch once in a while in private with you. The patch is a safety item for him, so he has to trust you to an incredible degree to take it off.

-Will lay on top of you in the nest when feeling broody. He’s warm and comfortable to cuddle with, so it’s no problem for you.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Feather

Summary: you had a crush on pigeon boy

Word Count: 1.8k

You sighed. You were so hopeless. 

It started out as an innocent crush. He was very attractive and surprisingly, not a total asshole. 

Then time went on, and your “innocent crush” was going to have to get a name change. Six months of silent pining, stolen glances when he wasn’t looking, laughing a little bit more when he made a joke, watching him train with Kurt— you were going to fall for him hard, and when you’d finally hit the ground you would most likely be crushed. 

-

“If I were stuck on a deserted island… hmm… I would pick… Kurt.” 

Your friends were playing some game in your room. You weren’t paying any attention. Instead, you were thinking about Warren. Your history teacher said you’d need to pick partners for a project next time you had class. You really wanted to ask Warren to be yours, but that would be so awkward! Some girl he never really talked to and only knew because of his big friend group wanted to work with him on a project? Yeah, no thanks. He’d probably pair up with Ororo. 

“(Y/N).”

“What?”

“Who would you pick?” Jubilee asked. 

“Pick for what?” 

“If you were stranded on an island, who from the friend group would you pick?” Jean explained. 

“Warren.” 

“Dang!” Jubilee exclaimed. “She didn’t even hesitate. I bet she’s thought about it before.” 

“He has wings— He could fly— We wouldn’t be stuck…” God, you got flustered so easily.

“Uh huh… Look, everyone knows Warren’s hot. You can admit it.” 

“He’s… cute.” You stated awkwardly, trying to not let your big, fat, crush seep through into the conversation.

That was the thing. You’d somehow managed to keep your crush a secret from everyone. I mean everyone— telepaths included! You had absolutely no idea how you did it, but if they did somehow know, then they never did anything to prove so. 

-

You were sitting in the shade under a tree, book in your lap, but ignored for the piece of metal in your hands. It was one of Warren’s feathers.

Since they could shoot out and pierce things, he was encouraged to use them during training, leading to his feathers being reused by Hank for scrap metal for his next big project. You managed to steal one and hide it in the bottom of your sock drawer for two weeks before taking it out and using it as a bookmark. Sometimes you thought about getting a handle or something put on one end to make it a dagger, but you never did. 

You ran your thumb over the tip absentmindedly. Carefully though, so you wouldn’t cut yourself. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even notice when Peter snuck up behind you.

Not noticing Peter was like not noticing a natural disaster. It was near impossible to do. 

“Whatcha got there?”

“A book,” You responded, quickly placing the feather down as a page marker and slamming it shut. 

“I saw something shiny. What was it?”

“Nothing! Just my bookmark.” 

“Can I see it?”

“No.” You held the book tightly in your hands, afraid Peter would try and snatch it. 

You did not, however, think about how he could have just pulled the feather out with super speed since part of it stuck out. 

“Hey!” 

Peter admired the metal feather in his hands. “Where did you get this?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just give it back!” You tried to reach it from Peter’s hands, but he was too fast, dodging you every time. 

“Is this Warren’s?” He asked.

“I said give it back Maximoff!”

“No. I wanna know why you have one of Warren’s feathers!” 

“Hank gave it to me.” You could tell Peter was going to run off with it any moment, so you did the only thing you could think of to slow him down. 

You kneed him in the crotch. 

“Ow!” He balled his fists, causing the feather to bend.

“Peter no!” You cried.

“Why’d you do that? That shit hurt.” You wanted to cry. That feather was one of the most important things you owned and now it was bent. 

“You bent my feather!” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have kicked me in the dick.” 

“If you had given it back like I asked, I wouldn’t have needed to!”

“Well-” He was hunched over in pain, “-here, take it back.”

You grabbed the feather and your book lying on the grass and ran inside. 

-

You tried to bend it back into place, but you had no success. You screamed in frustration. Why did Peter have to be so nosy? You just could not have nice things, could you?

You stared at the feather. It looked pathetic, all dent and beaten. Just like your stupid one-sided crush. 

You dropped your head against the table, shielding it from view. You didn’t make any sniffling sounds or choked sobs and hiccups as tears fell down your face. You kept the heartbreak hidden. 

Just like your feelings.

-

You didn’t speak to Peter at all. You never really needed to, and when you did need to you just... didn’t. Simple as that.

Peter got mad you weren’t speaking to him. He didn’t see the big deal. Why did the feather have so much meaning to you? You weren’t that close with Hank, and you rarely ever spoke to Warren. He couldn’t figure out why you got so upset.

“It’s your turn, Pete! Ask someone.” 

You avoided his gaze perfectly. If Peter chose you, you would have literally no way to escape conversation. You mentally pleaded for him to not choose you. 

“Uh… (Y/N).” But you were not lucky. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You regretted your decision soon as the word left your lips, but you really didn’t want to talk to him any more than you had to. 

“I dare you… I dare you to tell me why you’re so upset over the feather.” Everyone was confused by his statement. What feather? What kind of dare was this?

“Come on, that’s not a real dare.” You argued.

“Well, it’s my dare I’m giving you. You have to answer.” 

“No.” 

Warren whispered something to Jubilee, but you couldn’t hear. It just made you more unfocused in the moment.

“(Y/N), I gave it back. I’m sorry that I broke it.” 

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! I spent hours trying to fix it and I couldn’t, okay? You stole it and wouldn’t give it back.” 

“You kicked me in the dick!” 

“Because you were going to run off with it!”

“That— That doesn’t mean you can just kick me in the dick!” 

“Wait. You kicked him in the dick over a feather?” Warren asked. He probably thought you were some pathetic child, hurting people over some feather.

“Hank gave her one of your feathers and I broke it. Not on purpose!” Warren’s face shifted from confusion into soft realization. 

“Oh… I could just— I could just give you another one right now.” 

Your eyes were wide, nerves racing. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“Nonsense,” He plucked a feather out without even flinching and held it out for you. 

“Thanks…” You held it tightly in your hand and tried to mask your emotions. 

Your heart was racing— he gave you a feather! He gave you one of his feathers! You were never going to let it go, and you would probably be buried with it. 

“Do we all get feathers?” Scott joked. 

“Piss off Summers.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit. Only you got a feather!

-

You framed it and hung it on your wall. Stepping back, admiring your handiwork, you felt a rush of happiness come over you. The feather was everything to you at the moment.

“Wow. You framed it.” You turned around and looked at him. Warren was standing in your doorway. You felt a little embarrassed, he was probably going to think you were some creep for framing it. You should have just been content with the dent one! Why’d you have to go and cause a scene? 

“It looks nice.” 

“Thank you…” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

I’d let you run me over with a truck. Of course, you can ask me something. You can ask me anything!  “Yeah.” 

“Why’d Hank give you one of my feathers?” 

“I um, I stole it…” You sheepishly admitted, avoiding eye contact. 

“You could have just asked me for one. I wouldn’t have cared.” 

“Oh no. I could never— That would be weird. This situation is kinda weird.” 

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. “Why did you steal it from Hank?” 

You froze for a moment. You could not let him know about your undying love you’ve been harboring for six months. Wait— Did you call it an undying love? Were you at that level now? Oh god… 

“I just… I think your wings are cool. I think they’re cool. The feather was cool. Um… yeah.” 

“Oh. I thought they like, freaked you out, or something. You’re kinda quiet around me.”

“What? No! Never, I just, suck at small talk.”

He nodded, “You’re chatty with the rest of our friends.” 

You were panicking. If you couldn’t explain yourself, Warren would live the rest of his life thinking you hated him! You couldn’t live with that.

You had to coBeforeme clean about the truth. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

He didn’t say anything at first. You were ready to jump out the window and fall to your death. 

Then he spoke. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just gonna—” You motioned to the window, ready to have the floor swallow you whole. 

Before you could even take one step, Warren grabbed your hand. “Please don’t do that.” The emotion was evident in his eyes. 

You were going to open your mouth and speak, but you couldn’t. His lips were pressed against yours, moving together. Your free hand cupped the back of his neck, ghosting the ends of his hair. He wrapped his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, your chests touching. You didn’t want to stop, afraid that if you did, you’d wake up from some dream. 

But Warren broke away to breathe. Your eyes bore into his. Neither of you wanted to speak, unsure of what to even say. 

“I didn’t do that just because you were about to jump out a window. I mean, I did, but I also like you. A lot. And I thought you were maybe intimidated by me because you were fine around everyone else but you never really said anything to me. Then I thought, maybe I’m not trying enough, but then I also thought, space is good and you may not want anything to do with me and—” 

You kissed him again. You broke apart after a few moments of lingering lips. 

“I didn’t mean to cut you off, but you were rambling, and um, I thought you wouldn’t mind. I’m sorry.” 

He blushed and shook his head, “No, you’re— you’re fine. Great, actually.” 

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” He nodded his head slightly. “Um,” He glanced at your lips and then looked up into your eyes. He slowly leaned in and you followed.