A/N: I’ve been meaning to write for Warren for ages and this time an idea came to me so let me know what you think!
You walked into the old abandoned building looking around, it seemed empty but you weren’t sure that it was you could hear the quiet sobbing you walked towards one of the dark corners where you could see a body, you twisted your head to the side as you noticed the wings that seemed to wrap themselves around the body of the crying kid. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked your voice small. “Go away!” From that you got that there was a little boy behind those wings, you sat down in front of him and crossed your legs. “I like your wings.” You said softly and they moved to reveal a head of shaggy blonde hair and dull blue eyes. “What did you say?” He asked. “I-I like your wings.” You managed to say and he looked at you for a second you assumed he was trying to see if you were lying it wasn’t easy for mutants and you knew that even if you weren’t a mutant yourself.
From that day onward you hung out with the boy finding out that his name is Warren and that his parents had thrown him out the moment that his wings had pushed their way out of his body, you brought him food and stuff that you could without being noticed yourself, you didn’t want to expose Warren and force him to have to find somewhere else to stay.
Today when you walk in and you were faced with Warren who was drunk and had a few cuts on his body, you had no idea how that had happened and worried that it was your fault. “Warren?” You asked and he looked at you. “What are you doing here?” He asked and you frowned. “What do you mean. I’m always here.” You frowned but the moment that he properly looked at you, he shot towards you his wings spread out blocking out the remaining light of the day. “What are you doing here!? You’re nothing like me, you have a perfect life what the hell are you doing here with me!?” He asked and you shrunk back away from him, he made a sort of growling noise before grabbing the bottle on the table and leaning against the pillar, you wrote him a note telling him to make sure that he ate something before leaving and going home.
The next morning you got up and went to see Warren, you grabbed the first aid kit as you went remembering the cuts that littered his chest, you weren’t sure what was going to happen so you slowly walked into the building, you actually couldn’t see him anywhere, you heard shuffling and looked up to see that to see Warren laying on the rafters of the old building, you looked over at the table to see that there the food was gone “(Y/N)?” He asked looking down to see that it was you “you came back?” “Why wouldn’t I?” You asked and he sat up dropping off his platform and then walking over to you. He lifted your sleeves and frowned at the bruise forming on your wrist. “That nothing compared to whatever happened to you.” “Hm.” He hummed, you pointed to his chest and he looked down. “Let me clean those and then you can put on a shirt.” You said and showed him the first aid kit. “You remembered that from yesterday?” He asked and you smiled. “Sit down.” You ordered and he smirked. “Yes Ma’am.” He saluted and sat on the only chair in the building, you smiled as you came to stand between his legs looking down at the cuts and assessing them. “I don’t think any of them are deep enough to need stitches.” You mumbled and then started to clean all of the dried blood without knocking the scabs that had formed already. Warren’s hands lifted to rest on your waist. “Watch those hands.” “What if I don’t want to.” He mumbled moving your hands and then pulling you closer causing you to fall into his lap. “What do they call you?” You asked and he frowned looking up at you. That night you were given time to think about everything and the only place that he could have gotten those cuts was from the Mutant Fight Club thing that you heard people talking about. "What do they call you?“ this time you run your finger over the healing cuts and he sighed. “Angel.” He answered softly, you looked at him and smiled. “I like that.” You said just as softly as you leaned forward and kissed his forehead and he sighed leaning his head against your chest and closing his eyes as your hands through his hair.
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