what about when Warren just gets really sleepy too? he’ll slowly come up behind you, complaining he’s tired and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck then he just kind of drops his weight, leaning almost completely on you with his wings draped around you lazily and your trYing to push him off because “Warren you overgrown bird your cruSHING ME” but he just groans and snuggles into you more, kissing your shoulder and collar bone, mumbling that he wants you to come sleep with him
Peter Maximoffer!: cupping Peter’s face in your hands and smooshing his cheeks together before booping his nose making him go cross eyed with a smile
Kurt Wagner: always randomly wrapping your arms around Kurt’s shoulders to hug him but leaning up and kissing the tip of his nose making his eyes squeeze shut happily and his nose scrunch up while giggling at you
Peter Parker: locking your arms around Peter in a tight hug and peppering kisses all over his face until he can’t stop giggling, giving a squeal of your name and half heartedly attempting to push you off
Warren Birb: surprising Warren throughout the day by coming up behind him wrapping your arms around his chest and nuzzling into his neck and kissing his cheek before going on with whatever you were doing, leaving a red faced bird boy behind
Kurt: A sweet little blueberry to good for this world, he loves trying new things, which includes whatever dance he sees someone doing. Being extremely flexible from his circus days he can do some impressive moves. If you compliment him though he will get all shy and blush avoiding eye contact
Alex: He’s not normally one for dancing, unless it’s sleepily slow dancing with you in the kitchen, on early mornings still half asleep with the sun just peeking through the blinds.
Scotty: Scott’s a stick in the mud, he wont dance because he’s ‘cool’ or at least thinks he is. But always tags along with everyone else for fun.
Warren: Warren does not dance. He knows how to dance, being from a wealthy family he was taught how to properly dance at a young age and hated it. You can drag him to the floor but he will just stand there being a pouty bird
Peter: He has all the new dance moves down, he moon walks out of a situation quite often.(forget disco though, not his thing) he likes to dance ridiculously to make you laugh and tries to get you to join him, you might be too busy giggling at him though Modern!Peter would have every Just Dance memorized and have competitions with the squad, mainly Jubilee.
Jubilee: Being the little ray of sunshine she is, she loves to dance to anything upbeat and fun, dragging you out to dance a weekly thing at least.
Hank: Hank tries his best to be romantic, even if he is clumsy and trips over his words quite often. It’s cute, him or you will put on an old record and you usually stand on his feet though or he’ll trip over them himself.
Jean: Jean is a pro. At many things, including dance. Usually with Jubilee or her s/o, but more composed about it, she’s very graceful with her movements even when she’s just dancing for fun.
a few days after you told Warren you’re pregnant (to which he was ecstatic) Warren was talking to you about how excited he is, what color you should paint the nursery, all that, and you sit down at the kitchen table, all serious and say “Warren, we need to talk” poor Bird boy gets all worried and nervously sits across from you wondering if he’s done something wrong you reach over and take his hand (worrying him more)
“Warren, baby, you know I love you but I have to tell you now,” you pause for a second, taking a deep breath while he starts to internally panic “there is no way on this earth we are naming our child Warren Kenneth Worthington the fourth. I love you more than life but I’m not doing that to a kid.” and he breaks down crying in relief and hugs you.
He never would have suggested that but is relieved hearing it because he wont let his child go through any of the pain he did, not even the horrible extremely teasable name. (And certainly not Kenneth. Kenneth means he’s in trouble and he knows all to well how that shiver down the spine feels when you coldly say ‘Kenneth’ when he’s in trouble. There’s just some kind of ‘horror movie monster is right behind you going to make you eat celery’ feel to the name for him
Bonus
Everyone in the mansion knows Warren is in deep shit when you yell Kenneth, and they all move to clear you a path, no one will protect Warren when its Kenneth time. Scott once tried to be a good bro while drunk off his ass and help him before, he now trembles and runs at the sound of Kenneth, giving Warren a ‘good luck’ eagle scout salute before hiding behind Jean
Warren may look tough and talk a big game, but whenever you give him attention he gets all shy and can’t stop smiling, but nothing makes him more blushy then when you tell him pickup lines, well that’s untrue, he forgot how to speak and looked like a cherry when you picked him some flowers that one time
Warren’s not really sure how to initiate affection because he never had much before, but if you slip your hand into his while your walking together his cheeks will turn light pink and he’ll have a flustered little smile from the giddy feelings you give him
Imagine: A bird flying past the mansion, a female duck, stops to rest by the pond. She sits in the water, watching the mutants milling around and chatting, then she spots Warren.
And that is one handsome hunk of bird. Warren’s just sitting underneath one of the trees, relaxing in the shade and waiting for you to come meet him. He opens one of his eyes when he hears a loud quaking, he watches a small brown duck shake it’s feathers and start waddling in his direction, it keeps coming closer until it’s about two feet from him and quacks again.
Warren is now very confused by the duck staring at him, he eyes the bird warily (he’s had a bad run-in with a flock of geese on one of his flights and he doesn’t think a duck will be any more trustworthy) “What do you want? shoo” he makes a shooing motion at the duck but it only takes a step closer to him, still starring with those beady little eyes.
Now the duck was creeping him out, but she didn’t think so. Oh no, she thought she was being quiet friendly to the handsome male bird.
Warren was getting uncomfortable from the ducks unwavering gaze so he got up and decided he’d just go find you instead of meeting at the tree, he turned to look at the duck only to see it was following him, slowly waddling behind. Warren’s eyes widens and he speed walked into the mansion, closing the glass door behind him.
Maybe finding you would calm his nerves, that always works.
Warren had completely forgotten about his encounter with the duck, he was sitting next to you at a table in the library, smiling at you gently while he listened to you talk about the book you had been reading.
He didn’t really care about the book, but he liked hearing you talk about the books you read, or even just watching you read. Warren smiles when your nose crinkles up and wraps his wing around your shoulders, everything is good. Until he hears a tapping sound. He looks up trying to see whose doing it, possibly to knock some sense into whoever it is if they don’t knock it off.
There aren’t many people in the library right now, a few studying and Kurt curled on one of the couches reading with a teacup held by his tail, nothing odd.
Until he looks up, the same brown duck from earlier is pecking the window right by you and Warren, and he swears it’s looking at him again. You look up from your book, sensing Warren’s discomfort when his wing stiffened around you. “Warren? baby what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing his shoulder lightly.
Warren turns back to you, relaxing a little and forcing a smile “Nothing, c’mon Angel face, it’s stuffy in here. Wanna get something to eat?” he got up, kissing your cheek then pulling out your chair and offering you his hand “Ok…but I still don’t understand why you call me that” you shrugged, following him towards the door “Your the angel here and you know it” you finished making him chuckle Warren sighed inwardly, glad you didn’t ask anything else and really hoping you didn’t know his reason for wanted to leave so quickly was because he wanted away from that duck’s view.
The next day you were sitting outside trying to understand the homework Hank had given you this week, when a small brown duck waddled up to you. You smiled at the bird “Hello duck” you greeted as it got closer, instead of waddling along or ignoring you, it bit your knee “Ow! duck!” you yelped as it bit you again, and again, and again, and your book too, and shoes..
Duck was not happy you were stealing her man-er bird.
“GET AWAY” Warren’s loud voice rang out, his wings fluffing up angrily and scaring the duck making her fly away from you both. You turned to him “Warren!” you smacked his arm, his wings relaxed and folded against his back. “What I do?” he asked confused, and tempted to try out that puppy eyes trick when he saw the way you were looking at him. You huffed “Warren you shouldn’t have done that, she was probably just protecting her nest or something”
Warren sighed “(Y/n) it was attacking you, and we don’t even have ducks around here why would there be a nest, and how do you even know its a ‘her’?” you rolled your eyes “Well obviously there are ducks or at least a duck around here, and her coloring is wrong to be a mallard” Warren shook his head, he knew there was no point in trying to argue that he was saving you from a possibly murderous beast.
Once again, Warren’s day had been peaceful after his encounter (*cough* battle *cough*) with the duck. That is until it was time for his afternoon nap, you and Warren had been headed to his room to cuddle and sleep like always, but when Warren opened his door he found he already had a woman in his bed.
A woman duck that is,
The same beady eyed brown duck was now in the middle of his bed sitting it some kind of makeshift nest filled with twigs and feathers, and was that a pair of his boxers? Warren didn’t really want to know.
He looked over to see you trying to stifle your laughter “So Warren, whose this little lady friend of yours?” you tilted your head giving him a cheeky smile Warren deadpanned “That stupid duck is no friend of mine, it’s a creepy stalker duck that’s been following me. I think it wants to kill me.” You stepped closer to the nest, staying out of attacking range “Really babe? cause I think she wants something else from you. Those are your feathers tucked in her nest, those are your cupids arrow boxers I got you, and she’s on your bed” Warren huffed and crossed his arms “And what are you getting at? I must’ve been the only one to leave my window open. That’s all.” “Well you’re a bird-man,” you held up your finger to shush him before he protests “you’re a pretty attractive man, maybe you make a hot bird too?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him and start laughing
Warren leans against the doorway sighing and putting his head in his hands “You’re not going to help me get rid of this are you?” he asks, only receiving laugh from you.
You walk out to the steps where Warren was sitting, seeing the small brown duck who had been trying to get lucky with your boyfriend for at least a month, poor gal just wasn’t having any luck.
“Oh so that’s how it is eh Warren? sitting out here with your little mistress while I get us a drink” Warren groans at your teasing, no matter what he can’t get rid of the damn duck. He’s tried scaring her away, taping bread to other students in hope she’d follow them, he even ducknapped a boy duck out of the sky (he also almost fell out of the sky while fighting the duck while trying to subdue it) in hopes she’d get a new crush.
“You’re such a cruel lover Warren, paying her no attention even though she preens those feathers to their glossiest shine and watches you whenever possible” you say humorous heartfelt sympathy, one hand over your heart as you watch the little duck and hand Warren his drink “No matter how much you try to guilt trip me, I ain’t fucking the duck. She should go find that ‘mallard’ or whatever boy duck I brought her”
You snorted, wrapping your arms around his neck “Good thing too, you’re my birdy boy and I’m one of those jealous lovers who wont share their man with waterfowl” Warren nuzzled your neck, hugging you, before getting a stupid little smirk on his face. Warren pointed towards a tree not far from you, “Alright, but what about Cardinals? because she’s a looker” *smack*
Warren’s instincts going into overdrive in the spring, his wings automatically fluff up whenever you’re near him and you may have found that he made a giant pillow/blanket nest in his room, there’s also the possibility that he maybe, just might’ve accidentally done some kind of weird mating dance in front of you. You’re not really sure what it was. But you got it on video. You confronted him on the mating dance theory after watching a bird documentary like Scott suggested. Warren denies participating in any of the things listed above and has no clue why there is a giant pillow/blanket nest that’s built in his room so well only professional pillow/blanket nest maker could’ve managed. He doesn’t have any reason why he likes cuddling in it and wont take it apart either. Warren insists he has no bird tendencies
Warren always brought pleasure to those he had sex with, and don’t get him wrong, he felt pride in that. But he never felt the same. He didn’t swim in bliss like them, he didn’t even care for it, it felt wrong to him. But if someone else was happy, then maybe he was actually doing something right. And after whoever he spent the night with had their fill of him, they left or made him leave. After all, that’s all a mutant freak like him is good for, from what he was made to believe.
But once he found himself at the mansion, it was different. Sure, he still got flirted with, he still got the same lust filled looks, but he decided he wasn’t going to be used like that here, not anymore.
So he shied away from them and like a moody lost dog, he followed The Group around.
They were accepting and welcoming of him, even after the apocalypse ordeal and that’s when he met you, his angel.
Warren followed Kurt around, hands tucked within his leather jacket’s pockets as he allowed Kurt to happily drag him along, the friendly blue elf excitedly talking about his friends and how happy he will be here at the mansion, Warren though didn’t smile, even though he felt much more welcome here. Instead, giving a fake huff and acting as though all of it annoyed him. (which was easy to see through, due to Warren’s curious gaze looking at everything they passed) and finally after Kurt’s tour of the mansion his eyes lit up as he pulled Warren through the grass to where his group of friends sat underneath the willow trees, talking and joking with each other.
When they reached the group of teens Kurt happily introduced Warren to each of them while he awkwardly stood behind Kurt, shuffling uncomfortably as he told Warren each persons name. He recognized most of them, Jean smiled at him, Jubilee waved happily and grinned at him, introducing herself and pulling Kurt down to sit beside her, Scott glanced at him and nodded before starring at Jean again, Peter was too busy eating twinkies and complaining about his broken leg nonstop to pay Warren much attention,
Then Warren saw someone he didn’t recognize, you definitely weren’t at the battle.
He would’ve remembered you(no he is not a creepy elephant memoried stalker birb). You smiled at him, a kind smile, something he wasn’t used to(besides Kurt’s happy sincere smile about everything which was honestly starting to get on his nerves)
You moved your bag and patted the grass next to you for him to sit. His wings ruffled unconsciously as he went to stiffly sit crossed legged next to you, still not sure what to say or if he should even speak to anyone. (afterall, who knew what grudges they could all be harboring after the Apocalypse ordeal) After a few moments of listening to the chatting between your friends you noticed Warren’s complete silence and took your attention away from your book.
You leaned over to him and quietly, as to not disturb your friends conversation, said Hi to him, offering your hand to shake and giving him a kind smile. Warren was surprised that you willingly decided to talk to him, he could feel his face heat up and swallowed thickly due to the attention you were giving him. It felt nice, if he was being honest. But gave only short answers to each of your questions, and you didn’t pry. It was nice, he thought, having people to talk with, instead of just be used by or told to fight, then left and be forgotten till he could be of use to them again.
Out of all the mutants at the school, and everyone in The Group, you made the most effort to include him in things, you always invited him places.
And if he tried to stay a grouchy bird in his room? No. You weren’t having it. You’d pester him and give puppy eyes until he gave in, or try literally pushing him out of his room (futile efforts because he’s huge and built like an angelic god, but he thought you looked adorable) He knew he couldn’t deny your requests anyway. You were just too nice to him, he couldn’t refuse you anything. You were the first person to truly enjoy his presence. Even if he didn’t say much, you still liked talking to him and walking with him through the halls.
Whenever he got hurt you’d be right there next to him in no time, patching him up or dragging him straight to the infirmary and scolding him, telling him to be more careful. Warren was in awe at the sight, you actually looked truly worried about him as you cleaned the small wounds.
No one had ever done that for him before.
Warren knew he loved you, he fell for you in no time and was happy his heart was in your hands. But Warren still didn’t want to try and start a relationship with you though, what if you didn’t like him and it was all an act? Or what if he did, and you left him once you knew the real him, or somehow it was all an act for sex? Warren couldn’t take it.
No matter how ridiculous the possibilities sounded, he couldn’t get rid of such thoughts.
So he didn’t do anything even though it killed him, with every sweet smile and kind act from you, he fell harder. Soon his feelings became obvious though, he would always blush and stutter around you or become a complete loss for words. Jean and Jubilee would giggle at how cute it was, but Peter and Scott, they wouldn’t let it go no matter how much he scowled at them or puffed his wings and threatened them.
You on the other hand, were getting annoyed with Warren’s obliviousness. So one afternoon, sitting in the grass next to Warren under the swaying willow trees,(a regular activity of you two) your leg brushing against his. After you’d finished the small flower crown you carefully placed it on his head, smiling at his rosy cheeks as he muttered a quiet thanks.
You rolled your eyes and pecked Warren’s cheek changing his pink tinted cheeks to a full blown, bright rosy red blush as he stared at you.
You acted as if nothing happened and twisted flowers into his soft white feathers instead. After that incident you started giving him more quick kisses, whether on his cheek or forehead, and holding his hand in the halls(never did he live without a bright blush and a stunned little smile) and he couldn’t deny you affection. He loved you, and everything about being with you. Soon he just gave in.
One night laying in bed, you curled into his side with your head on his chest and his wings cocooning you both in softness and warmth he decided to tell you. You were always understanding to everyone else, maybe somehow if you wouldn’t hate him for it.
And he told you. About how he felt, about all of his past, and his feelings about having sex. He was crying within no time. As you just held him tightly in a hug, trying your best to comfort him and listened intently. He was hunched with his arms around you, his face buried in your neck soaking your shirt with tears. He waited for you so say something, anything, some kind of response. He couldn’t help it, he was terrified of you leaving him, of hating him and saying he was a monster But you only smiled and told him you loved him.
Warren stared at you in disbelief, you couldn’t be serious right? There was something wrong with him. More wrong than being a mutant, he was broken or sick SOMETHING and he waiting for you to tell him, but you never did, ever. You kissed him gently and wiped away his tears.
You cuddled his close to you, and kissed so soft and lovingly and made him feel completely loved. Never making him feel like a monster, you never pressured him into anything. You accepted him for who he was no matter what. You always loved him, and always will.
(I didn’t know how to end it I’m sorry for all of this and please, any feedback would be highly appreciated 🙂 I have no clue what I’m doing.)
hey! HEY! what about ace!Warren though, he’s always kind of been his own sex icon with the perfect (in every way) body he was a fuckboi He thought he had to be that’s whats expected of him right? and sex is the only reason anyone wants him in any way Thats how its always been so even though he didnt really enjoy it he did it but with you with taking it slow you were so accepting and you listened to him you were the first person to care and when he understood what he was you accepted and love him
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