(Credit to @mrbenhardys for this gif)
Warnings - Mentions of Abuse
Warren Worthington III x Reader
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"Get your hands off of me. Who the hell do you think you are?" Hooded men wearing all black, were surrounding Y/n, a few holding her down with full force making it hard for her to breathe. There was no point in trying to converse with the hooded men, they wouldn't be able to understand her. They shouted at one another in German. Y/n wondered how a simple getaway vacation from England to Germany ended up putting her life in danger. The force pushing down harder on her back, making her wince. She had to be careful. She had to keep it a secret, but these men seemed to make it hard for her to keep it concealed, to stay under control.
Foot steps could be heard making there way towards Y/n. She tried to look up at whoever was looking down at her, the dim lighting of the street making it impossible to make out who was standing above her. There was silence, as if they were waiting for her to slip up, to show them what she really was. Y/n squirmed, trying to loosen the pressure from off of her back, receiving a kick to the stomach from the man standing above her. Y/n let out a cry of pain as her jet black wings ripped through her sweater, opening up to its full size. Before she could turn to face the hooded men, a sharp pain hit her neck, liquid flushing through her veins. Her head spun as her vision began to blur. Her eyes shut as her body collapsed to the hard concrete floor.
Y/n woke in pain, her entire body was crammed into what seemed like a tight box. As her vision was slowly recovering, shouting and yelling could be heard from outside the box. It was pitch black. She couldn't see. Where was she? People roared with excitement. The box was being carried. Her back was aching, wings tightly compressed a tiny box, claustrophobia beginning to kick in. She didn't know where she was but she knew she had to get out, but how?
A man shouted in German, the crowds roaring grew louder. Y/n felt sick. Nausea flooding over her. The pit of her stomach tightening. The box was set down, locks were clicking open.
Light filled the box as it opened up, her eyes squinting at the sudden brightness. Her body was dragged out and throw onto the ground, head hit the ground as her jet black wings opened up, as if it was finally getting oxygen after being deprived of it. Her (Y/H/C) fell over her eyes. There was so much pain soaring through her body she could have collapsed right there but it would be no use. She felt a presence only a few feet from her. Laughter and chatter could be heard from all around her, as if circling around her head. It was all too much. The pain in her back and now a headache screaming at her to get some rest, to stop fighting.
Y/n lifted her head to look up around her. She was caged. People were watching her from outside with smiles on their faces, as if she was some form of entertainment for them. Her eyes then landed on the winged angel standing in front of her. His short blonde curly hair dripping with sweat. Large white wings spread out evenly across his back, blocking the view from whatever was behind. His wings were larger in size than hers, much larger. The jet black wings were yet to grow to it's full length, she wasn't sure if it would even grow anymore after all the harm and damage they had taken. Y/n stared in awe at the man in front of her. Never in her life had she seen anyone like her, someone with wings. No one had wings protruding from their back. It was a curse, or so she was told by her parents. They claimed she was the devil's child, a demon. Memories of her childhood flashed before her, her father trying his utmost best to rid her from those thorns. He'd cut them, rip them and even try sawing them off her back. The pain she felt wouldn't allow her to sleep some nights. The memories still haunting her, following her to which dark corner she ventured.
"Get up and fight, or they'll kill us both!"
She locked eyes with the man in front of her, wasn't German it seemed. His accent was familiar, definitely American. It seemed impossible to get up at first, knees buckling, pushing her back to the ground. Slowly but carefully she stood up straight. Taking in the view around her. Cage fighting. She was expected to fight. Y/n's eyes scanned around the cage. Men with rifles stood around, eyes on their every move as if waiting for a slip up, so that they could shoot. The man in front of her leaped towards her and she ran to the left of the cage, just nearly dodging him.
"I can't. I don't know how." Y/n looked at him with pleading eyes. Surely he could somehow help her out of this mess she had gotten in.
"I don't know how. I've never used them before"
A look of confusion washed over his face. There wasn't much Y/n could do. She was disadvantaged, both in size and in skill it seemed. Just then, the lights of the arena went out. Silence filled the arena, but that was short lived as the sound of a woman yelling was heard. The crowd all stood from their seats, yelling and screaming, heading for an exit, to escape. The arena wasn't completely dark, there was moonlight coming from above, the roof open yet blocked by the cage’s fence.
Y/n watched as the man tore through the cage with his bare hands, creating a large enough hole to fit himself through comfortably. She was quick to follow him, this was her only chance at escaping. Loud footsteps were making their way towards both Y/n and the man. Rifles going off, aiming at the two winged beasts. They duct. The Angel's wings threw the guards back, clearing a path for himself. To her left, Y/n saw that there were more armed men making their way towards them. She took the opportunity and tried with every bone in her body to get her wings to work and throw away the guards. A little celebration cheer escaped her lips as her wings swiftly knocked the men to their feet.
In front of her, the Angel seemed to have disappeared. Y/n took this opportunity to run for the nearest exit and out into the open street, not knowing where she was running to. She had to get far, or else they'd find her again. The streets were dimly light and empty. Not a single soul was around. No matter what corner she turned, there was no one to be found. Her lungs beckoning her to stop, to breathe. She couldn't, not until she was sure she was as far away as possible, away from danger. The streets grew dark. Y/n stopped. Her knees buckling, giving in. She fell to the hard concrete ground and she took deep breathes. The sound of very faint music brought her back to her feet, leading her to whichever place the music was coming from. As she drew closer and closer, the music grew louder. It lead her to what seemed from the outside, an abandoned warehouse, except it was not. There was people inside, or maybe just a single person. Not knowing who or what was inside bugged Y/n, her curiosity took over her as she found a door to the warehouse, letting herself in. The music blaring was almost deafening. The sounds of heavy metal music coming from above her. Her eyes landed on a shadow that rested at the very top of the warehouse, the bright moonlight making it hard to figure out who or what was there. A glass bottle landed only a few feet away from her, shattering into tiny little pieces.
"verpiss dich or should I say piss off"
Her body froze at the familiar voice speaking to her. The angel appeared from out of the shadows, making his way down to meet her. Confusion took over her and she watched him struggle to use his wings. They seemed to have worked perfectly fine in the ring. He grunted and stumbled before standing straight, looking directly into her eyes. Blood was oozing out of his left wing.
“Oh god what happened to you, are you alright?”
The angel looked her up and down, rolling his eyes at her.
“Why do you care? Did you not hear me piss off”
She couldn’t comprehend as to why he was treating her so poorly, what had she done? It wasn’t her fault he was put into the cage.
“I beg your pardon, why are you being so rude?”
The angel turned his back to her and walked away, heading off into the darkness. She hesitated to call for him, to ask if he needed help with his wings.
“What’s your name?” He called to her, slightly raising his voice. The music was still blaring loudly, although he had turned it down a notch before heading down to her.
“Y/n, although they call me Satan’s heir, and yours?”
Silence. She couldn’t even hear his breath. The music had then stopped. It was awfully quite in the warehouse.
“Warren, but they call me angel”
Warren. She repeated his name in her head. He was definitely not German. Although she couldn’t help but be intrigued to know more about the two winged beast who slowly emerged from the darkness, walking in her direction. It must have slipped her mind, but Y/n could now really see him, all of him. She could see his damaged wings that fluttered ever so slightly from time to time. His bare chest, marked with scars. At that very moment Y/n felt for the first time in her life, she wasn’t alone.
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I was thinking of maybe making this into a series but I don’t know yet. I just have so much planned for this story. Let me know how you liked it or what you’d like to see more of?
