asexual!warren x reader!!!

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He never runs from a fight.

That’s his golden rule.

But right now – as you’re standing crying a few feet from him, your fists clenched to your sides in an attempt to pull yourself together – he finds that for the first time in his entire existence, he wants to escape. The weight of your tears is suffocating. It’s killing him.

Especially since he knows what caused them.

Himself and his stupid inability to tell you the truth.

“What is it, Warren? Are you seeing someone else? Do you not find me attractive?” you manage to let out through soft sobs, causing Warren’s heart to plummet to his feet.

Is that really how he made you feel?

“Baby, no. Of course not. I just…” he trails off, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Why can’t he just tell you? It’d make everything so much easier. “You just what, Ren? Because I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough.” you whisper, voice wavering with your insecurities.

“I-I’m asexual. I can’t… I’m… I /can’t/ have sex. It makes my stomach churn just to think about it. I promise it’s not your fault. God damn it, babe, I’m so sorry you’re feeling that way because of me.” he cries out, tears welling up in his eyes.

That’s it.

He’s told you.

Your eyes soften and you sniffle, taking a step towards him and cupping his face in your hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask gently, wiping away his rapidly falling tears with your thumbs. He shuts his eyes, leaning into your touch and taking a shuddering breath. “I was scared it’d change everything. T-that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” he confesses, finally finding the courage to hold your stare.

What he finds there makes his knees weaken.

Love. Nothing but love in your eyes. And it’s directed at him.

No disgust, no judgement.

Only love.

And for the first time in his life, he feels at home.

No need to fight anymore. No need to run.

You’re there.