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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jean Grey & Warren Worthington III Characters: Jean Grey, Warren Worthington III Additional Tags: prose, talking about rhetoricals and death, literally thats it - Freeform, also no one dies, they're already dead Summary:

Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse)

Relationships: Bobby Drake/Christian Frost

Characters: Bobby Drake, Christian Frost

Additional Tags: All gay people know each other, Human AU, office human au which means absolutely nothing will happen but I wouldn't say it's slow burn, i mean this is until we get past chapter one, Bobby & Christian are BORING

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kwannon/Warren Worthington III Characters: Kwannon (Marvel), Warren Worthington III Additional Tags: Age Gaps, marvel's weird sliding scale, Slow Dancing Series: Part 8 of Overindulged Paranoia Summary:

dw i have the same grievances with movie Warren. He’s very underdeveloped and misses the whole point of why Archangel is great and was a fitting end for Angel as a character and his transition to Archangel. 

Swan, my good friend, at duck_life on AO3 actually also writes a lot of very good Warren content. 

This is all a fucking disaster. 

*

Trevor fell back into the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed loudly. “This is all a fucking disaster.” 

“It’s not that bad,” Evan responded, walking into the room behind him. “It could have been worse.” 

Evan was empathetic was Trevor’s situation, but he was more concerned about the fact that Trevor was tracking dirt into the bedroom with his dress shoes still on. He stared awkwardly at Trevor’s feet as Trevor lamented the situation. 

“My boss is going to kill me. And I mean, actually, kill me, how could I lose a story like that? It would’ve been my breakthrough hit! I can’t believe someone sabotaged this for me.” 

The story was about an anti-mutant group, but somehow it had been disbanded within the last forty-eight hours. Trevor had plans to infiltrate the group and coerce information out of the people there, but everything went to shit this morning when no of the concrete members he had originally hunted down even remembered that it existed. 

This had the hands of someone meddling into this just to fuck with Trevor, but Evan wouldn’t bring it up right now. There were more pressing matters at hand. 

“I’m sure that it will be fine.” Evan approached Trevor and sat next to him. His weight caused the bed to creak slightly. Trevor’s bed was not reinforced, and this was a common occurrence. “You have evidence right?” 

Evan playfully knocked his knee against his boyfriends. Perhaps that would give him the hint of taking his shoes off. 

“Yeah, why?” All of Trevor’s eyes looked towards Evan. 

“Why not write a story on how this cult or whatever it is suddenly disappeared? There has to be a good mystery behind that.” Evan suggested. 

Trevor shot up immediately, getting up on the bed with his shoes on, to hug Evan. “Oh my God, you’re right! There has to be a story there! You’re such a genius!” 

do it. i dare you.  *

It was this sort of childish endeavor that Jean and Warren had gone on, skinny dipping in the middle of the night on the outskirts of the city. They were far too old for this, but the thrill of being stripped bare in the middle of the night was exhilarating, even for those as cautious as Jean. 

Warren went first, splashing into the deep murky water of the pond they had found. It was lifeless minus the little bits of algae that were floating on top. But it was a pond, surely there was nothing hiding in there. Warren’s merry laugh as his hair resurfaced curled Jean’s lips into a smile. 

She was bare, naked, in front of a man who wasn’t the man she loved, but filled her with the same joy. She felt like she was on display for Warren like he would size her up like a piece of meat, but it never happens. Jean waited for him to say something crude or unfriendly, but all he did was try to encourage her to leap into the deep end.

Despite being naked, and having driven all the way out away from the city to be with him, there was still a sense of hesitation. Warren’s intensity was tempting, alluring. Jean almost wanted to get completely lost in him. He teased her as she stood on the edge of the pond, unsure whether or not she should go through with it. Warren gazed at her with his honey-colored eyes, somehow still maintaining that devilish sparkle. 

“Do it. I dare you,” Warren laughed and splashed her with water. “You’re already wet, why not just go through with it?”

“Or what? Are you going to pull me in?” Jean responded eyebrow raised. 

“You know I wouldn’t make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do.” 

Jean wouldn’t be a buzzkill, not this time. She liked being fun, she wanted to be fun and not a stick in the mud, and Warren was the poster boy for a good time. She wanted to feel bad and dirty for once without the guilt of purity. 

“Fine.” 

She closed her eyes and took a dive into the water. It was cold and dirty, but there was a feeling of intense excitement that rushed over her when she came out and Warren pulled her out of the water. Nothing ever came close to the feeling of Warren’s warm body against her, and the moonlight shining and reflecting against the water. 

quit it or i'll bite

*

It was probably justified. Bobby Drake at sixteen was an annoying little gremlin, and even at thirty-five, Warren had some leftover teenage angst which Bobby’s shrill voice activated within him. They had had a disagreement over something, and while Warren should have been the bigger man and let this go, he instead decided to get even. 

This was Bobby. Not his Bobby, but a Bobby that would commit the sins of annoying him at some point in his life. He wouldn’t have a screaming match with a teenager, but he was going to drag this teenager halfway across the Jean Grey school to demand his Bobby for an apology. 

Warren had Bobby tucked underneath his arm, as they were airborne. Bobby was thrashing in his arms. He was very obviously not enjoying the fact that this Warren didn’t pull any of his punches. 

“Put me down, or I’ll bite!” Bobby screamed, it was a move that usually worked when his Warren used it. He hated the idea of being immobilized in mid-air with no way down. His reflexes weren’t quick enough to create an ice bridge if he fell, not yet anyway. 

“Okay,” Warren said flatly, but with a wry smile on his face, “I will.”  

 Bobby didn’t count on the fact that Warren developed a sense of humor in the decades that he hadn’t lived through yet. Warren let go of Bobby, sending him into freefall. Bobby’s heart almost stopped when he felt the whirlwind, knowing that he might be die. He began screaming, calling out for help.

But before he knew it, he was caught again by Warren. It was only a few seconds of paralyzing fear, but Warren caught him. He was now blue, with metallic wings, and deep crimson eyes. He had that fucking annoying smile that he always had when he got his way. 

Bobby gripped tightly onto Archangel, shivering in fear, knowing that Warren had developed a sick sense of humor because he had died a couple of times. They landed on the lush green grass of the quad area with a thud, and Warren let Bobby down, but Bobby was still gripping onto him. 

This Warren was a lot colder than his Warren and was a lot meaner. 

“You can let me go, you’re on the ground now,” Warren said, he hadn’t quite let Bobby go, as a response to Bobby’s iron grip on his back. “You can’t fall through the ground.” 

“How do I know you’re not going to toss me up in the air and try to kill me again?” Bobby whined. It was a valid response, considering Warren had just considered manslaughter a few moments ago. 

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