Any dude who doesn’t give his girlfriend his coat, Ororo walks up, warms the area around her and looks him in the eyes “She’s my girlfriend now.”
Other instances around the mansion have included:
Warren punching the guy if he actually says the line, and giving her his wing torn jacket.
Kurt being a blueberry cinnamon roll and always offering his coat.
Jean taking the guys jacket and giving it to the girlfriend (also wooing the girl)
And you giving Peter your jacket.
Scott is the guy who actually said “Damn Jackie” and kept going until he saw the rest of the squad and quickly handed his over, only to become very dramatic about how cold it is and shivering.
Jubilee is already freezing because she went for fashion over functional.
These are written a little differently than i had been doing, let me know what you think?
– You’re probably Warren’s first actual relationship besides a few feeling-less hookups.
– He may try to be a bad boy but he grew up in high class and knows his manners, Warren is a complete gentleman for you, always opening doors, pulling out chairs, bringing you a little bouquet of flowers from Charles gardens…
– Warren is a touch starved and cuddly boy, from all the fighting ring entailed and all the mutant hate he received from his family before that, Warren hasn’t had much kindness or love in a long time.
Or any ‘gentle’ physical touch bare a few one night stands.
– So he isn’t very touchy when you first get together, it takes him awhile to warm up to you, to let himself accept your warmth.
– Once he does though, he’s so touchy and cuddly all the time. Warren can’t get enough of being near you.
– Perks of wings: he can sit next (pressed right against) to you and cross his arms like the grouchy bad boy he thinks he is and still have a wing draped over your shoulder.
– It can be uncomfortable to lay on his back for too long so his favorite cuddle position is on his stomach between your legs, head resting against your stomach or chest.
– And he needs cuddles all the time, he loves snuggle up against you and will carry you off to a couch or dorm to cuddle whenever you’ll allow him to.
– If you play with his hair he will just melt, so happy he might cry, and bury his face against you so you don’t see.
– Warren may act tough but he’s just the biggest softie, it especially shows if you call him a sweet pet name or kiss his cheek, he’ll sway a little and get all bashful and blushy.
– He comes up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist in a loose hug, wings curving ever slightly like he’s shielding you, his chin resting on your head/shoulder and just content to cling to you while you talk with whoever’s there, Warren isn’t paying attention to them.
All good! Don’t worry, and definitely bird tendencies, I love talking about his birdness.
He has the urge to show off more around you, puffing up his chest, pathetically un-subtle flexing, he gets pouty if you don’t notice and tries harder next time you’re around.
The dancing is extravagant and embarrassing as hell, he takes up the room with his ridiculous wing movements, if only happens in the spring when he’s drunk and denies all accusations (and video proof) of his display.
Nesting would be more subconscious, suddenly pillows and blankets throughout the mansion start disappearing and can easily be found in Warren’s room. It makes an even better place for cuddling than usual, except there are also a bunch of his loose feathers tucked in, and is that your favorite shirt? he has no clue how that got there.
Y’know how parrots do that cute beak rubbing with each other? Warren especially loves hugging and nuzzling his face up against you until you laugh and push him away.
Now that he’s in a much better environment he takes preening very seriously, with lack of resources and no care for his health he never paid much attention to how bad his wings got, but now he preens and oils his feathers weekly, no excuses. He gets all happy and bashful if you offer to help him with wing-care though, and he’ll never turn you down..
Warren cares about hygiene and skin care a lot more than many would expect and believe, he knows the best skin creams and lotions, in time will share his face masks with his s/o, and has some of the best shampoo available (those curls take care to be so soft!) As such, he also enjoys long warm baths with his s/o to just relax and unwind, and what better than to add a nice bathbomb to the evening?
One time while Warren was out with the X-Men on a mission you decided to get him a special treat and pick up a bath bomb for him, while looking around you found one that was just impossible not to buy for your angry birb.
(Because I saw some Sirius Black cosplay gifs, and died, and it led to this. )
Warren decked out in all his leather clad glory wearing a black matching choker with a little metal heart in the middle, his favorite style since it just looks so good on him.
Kurt wearing a baby blue, lace trimmed choker with a small white bow in front with a little dangly bell Pastels are just made for Kurt, they show up beautifully against his skin and lace makes him look so innocent (and he really is, such a sweetie)
Peter would have a lot of different chokers, some with little charms, a few with bows, and some customized like his favorite silver strap with a little green Alien head charm (he would of course have the pizza too…)
(younger) Alex would jokingly buy a thin leather choker with small spikes on it for you, only for you to get him to test it out. It went well. Later on he can always be found in his leather cord puka shell choker.
Sean’s chokers are mostly what you’ve bought him, so they’re mostly little shamrock charmed things, especially since you like to call him your ‘lucky charm’
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 guys! I edited and rewrote this a bit, since it was a mess. I hope it’s better now
Warren birb: forcing Warren to watch all the Harry Potter movies with you (he surely wouldn’t admit to reading the books but he does at night in secret when he thinks you’re fast asleep) And one day skipping up to him happily with your hands behind your back and gesturing for him to lean down and wrapping a bright Hufflepuff scarf around his neck and he’s looking at you like your crazy “Hufflepuff? ME?” he points to his leather clad self “You’re just a big soft loveable bird and you know it” and squishing his cheeks together.
Kitty Kurt Wagner: lending Kurt your Harry Potter books to read and him just adoring them and as soon as it starts to be cold weather you surprise him by wrapping a long Hufflepuff scarf around his neck and kissing his nose with snow falling around you
Peter Maximoffer: Peter seeing both Kurt and Warren with their new scarves and wondering where his is? he knows you love Harry Potter and he even got a pair of prescription glasses just like Harry’s. He doesn’t have to wait long when you come up behind him tying a Gryffindor scarf around his neck and he’s confused he didn’t get Hufflepuff too? he’s almost Kurt level kind? “For my brave and bold mutant boyfriend” and kiss his lips
whenever drunk, before dating his s/o, and sometimes after they’re together, Warren puffs out his chest, stretches and puffs his wings to full glory, and just so happens to be flexing his arms, for no reason of course, when you enter the room. (and yes, there was one instance when he took Scott’s glass of water and poured it on himself for extra affect while flexing)
1st Occurrence: Scott making the mistake of standing a few feet from Warren, when his future s/o walks by. Upon entering the room, Warren’s attention goes straight to you, his wings puffing out and stretching to their full glory, and promptly smacking into Scotts face knocking him backwards while he scrambles for his glasses shouting at the smitten bird in the process
2nd Occurrence: standing next to Jean in the hallway, acting ‘cool’ while she chatted with Ororo and Jubilee, safe and far away from wing fluffing mutants who want to ‘woo’ their crushes. When on the other side of the mansion when a loud bang sounded (new mutant whose powers aren’t in full control yet) throughout the surrounding area and startling Kurt who was taking a short nap. Freaked out he BAMFs away from the sound, right next to Scott, his tail whacking a vase and him pushing Scott to land directly under the falling, and expensive heirloom vase which was previously sitting on the pedestal he was leaning on the wall next to.
3rd Occurrence: Scott was sitting in the gardens, ALONE while admiring Jean from afar, only to be slammed into by a silver blur that is Peter Maximoff who was speeding by when he saw his s/o sitting on the other side of the gardens. Entranced by you, Peter didn’t think to stop running and hit Scott full force making them both crash to the ground, Scott’s glasses falling off and a laser beam shooting into the sky before he could close his eyes. Sadly, a fried duck landed next to him minutes later.
The more Warren has to drink, the birdier his tendencies become, and the more determine he is too ‘woo’ you. His worst hangover was after a night when he spent a good part of the evening trying to impress you with what you are almost completely sure was a mating dace.
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