#archangel x reader

[im-in-so-many-fandoms]

Gabriel x reader headcanons

Your my sweetest treat

Contains: fluff some spoilers

Making an archangel fall for you is hard

but not impossible

met you because of the Winchesters

...

On a hunt

Love at first sight for him

Hate at first sight for you

He was the trickster

Who was killing people

Nothing really loveable about that

Even if they were assholes

The probing victim was a bit funny tho

After the whole ordeal

The next time you saw him

You on TV shows

...

Because of him

At least dr sexy flirted with you

(Aka him)

And you didn't have to go on Nutcracker

And so many more memorable things with sam and dean

But he did add you too a special show

A dating show?!

With him and you as the only contestants

Poor sam and dean were the camera men

Made them watch you flirt with each other probably

After the reveal of him being the archangel Gabriel

You were a bit shocked to say the least

cause you just flirted with an archangel

Cass saw it too since he showed up for a few seconds

Now for dating headcanons

Calls you EVERY sweet/candy thing that sounds good

And other non sweet/candy things

Sweetheart

cutie pie

sweetie

Sugar plum

My sweetest treat

Love

Darling

Honey

Loves pda

His favorite part about you is most likely your hands and mouth

Your hands is because he loves holding them

And your mouth is because he loves kiss it and loves hearing you talk

A/N it is 3:40 am for me rn...

[glitchaxolol]

So hc: You know our pretty little bird boy, Angel. His wings aren’t actually that of an angel. They are of a dove. He may have descended from the Cheyarafim but after the mutant gene skipped so many generations, the angel part has transformed into a dove, the bird known to be a symbol of god(no I’m not religious, I just grew up Christian). His body temperature is said to be increased but can adapt to almost any temperatures. He ‘whiffles’ such as large birds do(alternating side slipping and briefly turning upside down to quickly lose height before landing). His vision is impeccable, having night vision, enhanced peripheral vision, and he can basically zoom in on targets(increased amount of rods in his eyes and has a reflective surface behind his retinas). He also has a third eyelid that’s transparent that can withstand the high pressures while flying.

But, uh, yeah. There’s probably more but this is all I’m gonna say. There might be some stuff to disprove this but idc, I still say he’s a dove. I just think it’s really cool cuz I’ve been obsessing over Angel lately!<333

[luvvsoft]

pairing: yandere archangel x demon reader

contains: underlying threats of violence, religious themes, mentions of death & war, manipulation, sadism, kidnapping

word count: 537

They saw you first.

You were just a demon among a legion of them, no remarkable fighting skills but not bleak enough to be singled out. You were perfectly forgettable in the midst of battle, yet they couldn’t forget you.

Your angel could remember the dimples of your face, the curves and shadows surrounding it. They could remember the expression of anger you were making. It was clear the tension and fatigue of the battle was getting to you, but you still looked so ethereal in their eyes.

They could remember so much yet so little of you. It was only a glimpse they caught, but they immediately wanted more. Were they wrong for lusting after a demon, a vermin, such as you? Your angel knew they were, it was taboo, not to mention forbidden. They just couldn’t help themselves.

Were they also in the wrong for moving from their position in battle and flying over to where you were? They probably were, but it didn’t feel so. They did know they were in the wrong when they eradicated those around you. Both angels and demons alike fell to their feet, taking a sweet breath once more before stopping.

You cowered before them, why was that so? They would do you no harm, of that they reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that knocked you out and taking you. Taking you from what you called home, away from everyone and everything.

Your angel was soft, comforting, but you didn’t see it that way. You saw it as a facade, one where they hoped you’d lower your guard and they’d strike. They’d already stripped you of your most precious part: your wings, what more could they want?

You were sure they only wanted to harm you, the tight handcuffs around your hands and legs reassured you of that even more. But, your angel didn’t see it that way, instead, they thought it was the best course of action. How else could they tame a demon such as you?

Of course, your angel could always harm you: that threat constantly loomed over your head, keeping you stiff and compliant. They were an archangel, holding great power that you could only dream of as a low ranking demon. But, they never did hurt you, not for now at least.

They kept you fed and clothed, which was hard to come by in the depths of Hell. You were safe and warm, but that was only physically. Your angel made sure to torment you daily, weathering your mind and will away. They were entertained by how the handcuffs seemed to dig into your skin, only loosening them when you begged them.

They would wait for the day you gave into them. Time was not an issue, seeing as both of you had lifespans that could go across for eons. It was only a matter of when you would fall into their arms and embrace the future that was inevitable.

They had worked so hard. God said you were their reward, so won’t you be good?

[clairewritesandrambles]

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[abubbleina-void]

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

[mahiiimahiiii]

First night and last night- Garrus Vakarian x fem shep

here's a snippet from my recent fic!

“Commander.” Miranda appeared in the doorway “I’d just like to debrief on the mission. Chakwas said that Garrus should heal relatively ok- if that’s…” she paused “I know he’s your original crew so, Id certainly understand if you were nervous” Jason followed behind her stationing themselves at the opposite bench.

“at least the mission went well. We knocked out a lot of boss’s etcetera.” She sighed “thanks for the update’s you guys. I appreciate you being here for me.”

Miranda tentatively approached her and squeezed her arm. “It will be fine- “

“I think this would be the worst way to end a friendship, so I just feel… like I could’ve done more. After Kaiden I promised myself, I would never lose another man.”

“And you won’t” she insisted. “he’s going to make it. I promise you.”  Her gaze was more affirmative, in almost a threatening way. “I’ll see to it myself.”

“I trust you.” The commander softly uttered

The door flung open revealing the weathered turian, “anything I missed?” he kept his tone light. Miranda looked back at jane a slight knowing glow at the tinge of excitement in shepherds’ eyes.

The officer let go of the other’s hands and motioned them out. “you’re both dismissed.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, they nodded and left leaving the soldier and their angel alone.

They clasped hands, touching and pressing their palms to the others’ faces, determining if this was just a fabrication through feeling.

“I thought I lost you” Shepard croaked; her eye began to rapidly blink batting away anyway of showing any other emotion other than stoicism.

The larger laughed contentedly “I could say the same” both of their voices were barely above a whisper “you’re real- you’re whole- you’re warm. I can feel you- I’ve waited for you- for a while.” His mandibles clicked on emphasis. A contented warm purr emanating from his chest, he pressed the bridge of his nose to her neck, smelling the thick scent of emotion on her.

“I have a bed now Garrus- “the officer commented, though offhandedly “how did you find yourself on omega?”

“Well,” he sighed, “that’s a long story. I originally had gone to track down another turian who took out my whole team. I had thought- foolishly at that, I could track them as most roads leads to omega.”

Jane nodded slowly somewhat understanding “and you just…stayed.”

“I was kind of lost… without you. I didn’t not to go back to bureaucracy either. I would feel stifled.” He chittered softly. “Let’s see that bed you have, I think it would be, rather impolite to have…relations, in the comm room.”

find it here:

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[tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik]

"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.

[autistic-and-radical]

Meeting and falling in love with Warren Worthington III would include:

A/N: Birb boah (lemme know if someone gets this reference) I've been breeding peacock pigeons for two years so I have sentiment for our Arch-Pigeon

Pairing: Warren Worthington The Third x Mutant! reader

Summary: You were fighting with Apocalypse in Cairo. You thought that Warren was dead. When he comes to Chalres' school, let's say, you don't give him a very nice welcoming. As much as you hate it, you start to fall in love with his blonde locks and baby blue eyes.

Warnings: Swearing, teasing (non-sexual), mentions of alcohol and fighting, Warren being Warren

Let's be honest

Your feelings towards the Horsemen of Apocalypse weren't too warm.

Even to Ororo, right after she came to your school

But surprisingly you two get along pretty well.

After a battle in Cairo, you couldn't believe that Psylocke nor Archangel could survive

You were wrong.

He was VERY alive

So was Alex but that's completely another story

One day you were just hangin' around school, looking for your friends when suddenly you saw a pair of... Wings?

Feather wings?!

That was quite a shock for you

For everyone, expect Charles

The bastard knew about Warren joining his school the second Worthington got back to America

Don't ask me how, I don't know either.

Anyways

When you saw him, your jaw dropped.

Not only because he wasn't dead, but he was also handsome as hell (oh dear, here we go)

You kind of attacked him...

Like

You literally jumped on him, pinned him down to the floor with murder in your eyes.

"I'm also happy to see you again, Y/N"

He says with a stupid smirk on his angelic face

What a-

And right at this moment Charles wheels in

"what is happening in here?"

His face is like

"I could've expected this reaction"

He explains to you why Warren is here and tells you to try to ignore the fact that one of the Horsemen of Apocalypse is in your school and in your class

And you swallowed it. Hardly, but you did.

THAT WAS HELL

Warren's #1 goal was to annoy the shit out of you

or you thought so

In class, no matter how far away from each other you two sat, he always found a way to irritate you.

Mostly he just tickles your cheek with his feathers, because "he's stretching"

Yea, sure, bird boy

But sometimes he literally slaps you with his wing

and he's like

"Oops, didn't see you there, Y/N/N"

When you finally decide to move your seat, he throws paper balls at you, kicks your chair's leg while he's walking by just to make you fall (for him lmfao) or he thinks up some verbal games just to make you blush.

What a little shit-

You will never admit it, but you like the way that all of his attention is on you.

After a few weeks, he got bolder and he flirted with you shamelessly

Did you like it? Yes.

Did you like him? Also yes

But you'd never say that out loud

You slowly started to realize that you're falling for him, as much as you hated it

One day, in your dorm, he came to you as usual and just laid on your bed

But between his jokes and endless teasing, he said one sentence that caught your attention

"You have very beautiful lips, Y/N/N"

Your heart stopped

You cleared your throat and tried to form a proper word

"I- What? W-what do you mean...?

"this, you dumbass*

He gets up and kisses you passionately but with slight hesitation at first.

When you kiss back, he loosens up and pins you to the wall

After the kiss, you both try to catch your breath, but he still tries to tease you

"so, Y/N, I think you know by now that I love you, and I'm 100% sure you love me too"

He says with a playful smirk

"I do, you idiot"