giving Warren a present for Christmas and he gets really emotional because no one has ever cared so much about him to do that”
Warnings: Kinda sad, but fluffy
You ran through the back door to Xavier’s mansion, a blustery winter breeze pushing at your back as you crossed the threshold into the mansion. You knocked the snow off your boots, brushing snow off of you coat. You made sure the package you held in your hands was alright, keeping it away from any snow.
You headed down the hallway, hearing loud laughs and voices coming from the end. Jean and Jubilee were standing at the counter, Peter leaning against it lazily.
“Hey, Y/N! Where did you go all afternoon?” Jean greeted cheerfully.
“I was finding something for Warren,” you said, lifting up the newspaper-wrapped present you were holding.
“What did you find?” Jubilee asked, eyeing the package.
“It’s a secret,” you said, grinning.
Jubilee blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, taking a sip from the bottle of Coke in front of her. “Alright then,” she said with a sniff.
“You’ll see, “ you promised. You glanced around the room, frowning when you didn’t see your winged boyfriend. “Where is Warren? I thought he’d been down here with all of you.”
Peter shrugged. “Probably in his room. We asked him to stay, but he refused.”
You felt a little bit of worry at Peter’s words. You hoped Warren was feeling okay, but you knew that the holidays were very hard on him.
“Thank you,” you said, turning to leave the kitchen.
“Of course,” Peter called as you left. You made your way up to Warren’s room, striding down the empty, shadowed halls. Most of the students were down in the library or in the dining room celebrating with each other.
You reached Warren’s door, knocking softly before entering. Warren was sitting on his bed, dressed in old jeans and a dark gray shirt. He looked up when he saw you, his expression almost immediately brightening.
“Hey,” you said, going over to his bed.
“Hey,” Warren said, shifting to sit on the edge next to you.
“I um- I wanted to make sure you were doing alright,” you said carefully, watching Warren’s face fall slightly.
“I’m okay,” he said, giving you a tight smile. “I’m just not used to having someone to celebrate Christmas with.”
“Well,” you began, pulling the wrapped present from under your coat. “I got you something.”
Warren gave you a wide eyed look before taking the gift carefully. You bit your lip, waiting for him to unwrap in anxiously. He tore the newspaper carefully, letting the contents fall into his hand. It was a couple cassette tapes of his favorite bands, ones you knew he had wanted for a while but had no money to buy.
“Y/N…” he breathed, turning the cassettes over in his hands. He looked up at you, his eyes shining. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s no problem,” you said, smiling. Warren pulled you into a tight hug, cradling your head in his hand.
“I’ve never had someone give me a Christmas present before,” he said, his voice cracking. You thought you could feel something wet on your cheek, realizing it was a tear after a moment. “I’ve never had someone care for me before.”
“I do,” you said, tangling a hand into his curly blonde hair as you tucked your head into his shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Warren.”
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