Request: “It’d be totally cool if you did a fluffy warren piece with a reader who is afraid of heights”
Warnings: None
A/N: This is like pure fluff omg I love it
You and your boyfriend Warren were lying on the roof of Xavier’s the cloudless sky bright with stars. It was way past curfew, but at the moment you could care less about getting in trouble. Your hands were intertwined, Warren’s thumb rubbing lazily across the back of your hand. You were talking about everything that had happened that day, laughing when you remembered the prank you and Warren had played in Peter, getting him back for the one he had played on the both of you a few days ago.
“The look on his face,” you recounted, still laughing. Warren grinned, stretching his arms above his head.
“It was pretty good,” he agreed, standing up. He fluffed out his wings, holding out a hand for you. You took it, him pulling you to your feet.
“It’s been awhile since I stretched my wings,” Warren said, gazing longingly toward the empty sky. You yawned.
“Go ahead. I can wait here for you to get back,” you said. Warren looked over at you.
“What if you went with me?” He asked, a grin appearing on his face. You felt panic rise in your throat, shaking your head.
“I don’t like heights,” you said quickly. Warren reached out for you, pulling you against his side.
“I promise I won’t drop you,” he coaxed, rubbing your shoulder. “Maybe this will help you get over your fear.”
“No, it won’t,” you protested. “Please don’t- Warren!” You screamed, Warren picking you up and jumping off the roof, the wind hitting you in the face. You gulped, turning to tuck your head into Warren’s chest, holding onto him for dear life. You felt him shudder a couple times before evening out, the only sounds were his breathing and the flap of his wings.
“You can look now,” Warren said softly, adjusting you in his arms. You whimpered, your eyes shut tight. “I’m good.”
“You sure? It’s a great view.”
“I’m sure,” you choked, your stomach lurching.
“I’ve got you. I would never let you go.” Warren’s voice rumbled in his chest, soothing your fears just enough for you to open your eyes for a short second. You saw the tops of trees, the school far below. The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating everything with a soft silver glow. You gasped softly, completely enamored in the picture-perfect view.
“What did I tell you?” Warren smiled, looking down at your awed face.
“It is beautiful,” you whispered. But then you made the mistake of looking straight down to the ground, wincing when you saw cars as small as ants. You turned back into Warren.
“But that’s just enough,” you murmured into his leather jacket. You felt Warren chuckle, turning slightly in the air to go back to the school. You heard his feet scrape against the roof, you sighing in relief, your feet back on firm ground. You looked back at the windblown Warren, a wide grin on his face. You punched him in the arm.
“Never do that again!” You hissed. Warren rubbed his arm. “Okay, that’s fair.” You and Warren headed back for the door to the stairs into the school, Warren’s arm coming to rest around your shoulders.
“But you have to admit, that was a good view,” he said as you neared your dorm room. You nodded, stopping at your room door.
“It was.” You smiled, giving Warren a swift kiss. “See you tomorrow.” “See you.” Warren held the door open you for, letting you slide in before closing it. You sighed, looking out your window to see the shining moon, remembering Warren’s soothing voice and the sound of his wings. Then you remembered the extreme height you were at, shuddering. No matter how much you loved Warren, no amount of convincing could get you to do that again. Even if your life depended on it.
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