Warren’s feathered wings are growing back after apocalypse,
and they’re coursing him some pain.
Warren’s shoulder blades felt as though they were going to
rip out of his flesh. He reached around with gritted teeth, stubby spines were
poking through the fabric of his t-shirt. He hadn’t felt this pain in years,
nothing he had experienced after it had come close, it blindsided him. He
staggered to the kitchen of the institute. Ripping cupboard doors open, looking
for anything alcoholic, to at least dull the pain.
You heard banging and clattering ,down the corridor from
where you were sat writing. Trying to ignore the racket you got back to your papers.
The noise continued and then suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a groan of
pain.
You sprinted down the corridor, tripping as you went. when
you reached the kitchen you found it in an uproar, pots and pans scattered
around the benches, crockery stroon around the floor, and warren, sitting
crouched in the middle of it all. You had never seen him look so small, so
crumpled, so defeated. His head resting on his knees and his strong arms
wrapped tightly around his legs his hands grasping at his shoulders.
You approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him.
You crouched down opposite him, ‘warren’ you said his name so softly, as though
it was a secret. His eyes flew open, you could see he was in pain, wincing with
the sudden movement. “warren what on earth were you looking for? What’s
happened to you?’ your voice still soft, trying to calm him. “vodka’ his voice
sounding raspy. You shuffled around to his side, moving his hands from his shoulders,
you hissed at the sight, you rubbed comforting circles between his shoulder
blades, where his new wings were fighting their way through. You pulled him
into you, resting his head on your shoulder, ‘I don’t think alcohol’s going to
help you with this sweetheart’, you said stroking his hair. “I’ll run you a hot
bath and get you some pain killers, alright? Can you stand?’ he swayed slightly
as he stood, but you quickly steadied him, you took most of warrens weight as
you both struggled towards your room.
Once you finally reached your room, you sat warren in your chair
and ran to the bathroom to draw a bath. You let it run and went back to check
on warren, you knelt down in front of him and gently cradled his handsome face
in your hands. “warren love, you’re going to be alright, you’ve done this
before, I’m with you, you can do this.’ He gave you a weak smile at your
encouraging words, that he didn’t think he deserved. You helped him up and to
the bathroom, where he tugged off his shirt and his jeans, he looked back at
you and gave you a suggestive look. Really? He was doing this now at a time
like this? Thankfully he just smirked and stepped into the bath, clenching his teeth
as he submerged himself under the hot water. The blood from where the spines of
his feathers had broken through his skin, colouring the water.
After a few minutes he visibly seemed to relax, so you
passed him a glass of water and some pain killers. He took them without
complaint and gave you a grateful smile as he handed them back. He stayed in
the bath for quite some time, until the water started to turn tepid, you
stroking his back or his hair. His eyes started to drift shut, it was time to
get out before he fell asleep, you helped him out and to dry off, being careful
not to catch the tender area of the steadily regrown feathers. You had intended
on taking him to his own room, warren however had other ideas. He wobbled his
way over to your bed and collapsed on top of it. With a sigh and a roll of your
eyes you turned to try and continue with your writing, when you heard a groan
of disapproval from the blonde, you turned to see his arm open to you, offering
an inviting space. You gave in to his wishes and snuggled into his arms, your
back to his front, his mouth at your ear. “don’t leave’
Request: “could you maybe write one where warren always flirts with the reader and makes them blush but one day the reader flirts back and he gets all flustered and the guys (scott and peter or others) tease him? Thanks love your writing btw”
Warnings: None
A/N: This was so fun to write!
You were sitting under a tree with Jean and Jubilee after
school had finished, a soft breeze rustling the branches. Your homework was
spread all around you, but none of it was being done. The three of you had
gotten distracted talking about all of the events that had happened over the
past week. There was your normal school stuff, homework, annoying teachers, and
the average gossip about a couple of the relationships between students. But
the main focus of your conversation was-
“Warren,
though,” Jubilee said, clapping her hands excitedly. You blushed at the name of
your crush.
“What about
him?” you asked, raising your eyebrows teasingly.
“He’s
always flirting with you,” Jubilee said. You sighed.
“I know.
But Scott and Peter probably just put him up to it,” you said, toying with a
blade of grass.
“I don’t
know about that,” Jean smiled.
“What, do
you know something I don’t?” You narrowed your eyes at your friend. Jean
shrugged. “You’ll have to find out. Here he comes.”
You turned
around to see the blonde mutant sauntering across the lawn, his wings fluffed
out behind him. His hands were tucked in his pockets, his leather jacket
flapping in the breeze. You could barely contain yourself as he paused by you.
“Hey, Y/N,”
he said, standing by your shoulder.
“Hey,” you
said, glancing over at your friends nervously.
“Do you
like my shirt?” Warren asked. You hesitated to answer, sensing a cheesy pick-up
line in the works. “Sure.”
“Well,
good, because it’s made out of boyfriend material,” Warren joked, grinning
stupidly. You couldn’t hold in a laugh, your cheeks glowing red. Jubilee rolled
her eyes. “Get out of here, you dope.”
“Okay,
then. See you,” Warren shot you one last grin, strolling off down the grass,
probably off to go find Scott or Peter. You turned to your friends, your
eyebrows raised.
“Wow, that
was cheesy,” Jubilee said, shaking her head. You shrugged.
“I thought
it was kind of cute,” you confessed. Jean smiled. “Well, if you wanted to know,
he’s being serious. About flirting with you and liking you.”
“Really?”
you said, your heart jumping in hope. Jean nodded.
“Huh,” you
breathed, looking down the grass, seeing Warren joking with Scott and Kurt over
by the school.
Later on
that day, you were sitting in the library, trying to get some reading done for
English class but failing miserably. Your thoughts were filled with a certain
blond mutant. You tensed up when you saw Warren enter the library, Scott and
Peter close behind him. He walked up to slowly, taking his time. You set your
book down.
“Hey,
Warren,” you greeted him, smiling as he slid into the chair across from you.
“Hey,
sweetheart. What’s up?” Warren asked casually. You bit the inside of your cheek
before responding, “Not much. Just enjoying the view.” You nodded your head
towards Warren, who immediately blushed. You had never flirted back to him
before. Scott and Peter were snickering behind him, Warren’s flushed cheeks
making you grin.
“U-uh,”
Warren stammered, Peter shoving his shoulder. “She got you, man.”
“Warren’s
in looooove,” Scott sang.
“Screw me,”
Warren muttered.
“Maybe
later,” you said, picking up your book and heading out of the library, kissing
Warren’s cheek as you left. “See you later hotshot.” You smiled as you could
hear Scott and Peter continue to tease Warren, Warren still stunned in his
chair. You had done your job.
I’m so sorry this took me so long to do!!!! I hope it’s okay!!!
Pain.
Warrens dreams were filled with pain, copious amounts of it.
The wails and screams of mutants as he slammed them down, the sharp bone on his wing stabbing or slicing through skin, just doing what he had to do to survive.
The sharp pain of a fist slamming into his nose and then into his throat in the cage, the burning of his wings against the electric cage he was in.
The breaking, scorching, raw pain of his wings being broken and ripped out of his skin by Apocalypse, metal being shoved in its place.
The air being crushed out of him as the plane crashed with him in, being stuck under the wreckage, agonizing and violent, nearly killing him.
The scrapping of metal against bone as Erik removed the horrid metal wings from him, forcing the metal through his skin and tearing them off completely so he could heal.
He dreamt about it all.
Not all the time, anymore. Not like he used to. Waking up every night at 3 a.m. to sharp pains in his back just from the memory of it all, his wings twitching and spasming. It was like his own mind was teasing him and poking fun at him for not being able to control the way he felt at the time, for not being able to forget the pain he endured.
He’d still get the dreams, sometimes, and when he did he had to wake himself up from them and hope he hadn’t woken you up, you were the one that made him feel happy again, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
Tonight, though, he didn’t.
Instead he woke up to the sound of your scream, followed by a thud and an ‘oof’.
“Baby?” He grumbled, sitting up, his wing flicking out and puffing up, white feathers falling off onto the bed.
“Warren are you okay?” Your head popped up from the side of the bed, clearly shaken up.
“I think I should be the one asking you that question as you are literally on the ground.” He said, reaching over to grab your hand and pull you back on the bed, pulling you into his arms. “Why were you on the floor?”
“You were flapping your wings in your sleep and you sounded like you were having a bad dream, are you okay?” You laid your hand on his cheek, his forehead touching yours.
“I’m fine, it was just a dream.” He said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, only for a wing to spasm and for you to sit up.
“What happened? Do you think talking about it will make you feel better?” You asked, smiling gently as his hands slid into your own, fingers intertwining.
He sat up, pulling you in his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck to hear you giggle as he said “Talking about it will probably make me feel weak.”
“How can you, Warren Ken-”
He cut you off and glared playfully, “Don’t you dare say my middle name.”
“-neth Worthington iii, feel weak?” You continued, laughing as he groaned.
“You know I hate when you say it!” He grumbled as you laughed, and he sighed “Anyone can feel weak, no matter the size of their muscles, you know.”
“I know that, of course I know that. I’ve watched Hank cry over a puppy dog while he was in beast mode.” You said, smiling when he chuckled “Will you tell me what happened?”
“It was about when I was in the cage, and Apocalypse, and the expressions on people’s faces when I attacked them, sometimes killed them, and when Magneto took out the metal wings, and just the pain.” He sighed, burying his face in your neck “What if I hurt you? I’ve hurt countless people, killed half as many, sometimes they didn’t even deserve it.”
“Warren, the people you hurt when you were in the cage, Warren that wasn’t your fault. It was kill or be killed.” You said, running your hand through his hair “You won’t hurt me, you know that.”
“I’m so afraid I’m gonna destroy the best thing that has every happened to me.” He whispered, his wings twitching when you pressed your hand between them “Mmm don’t do that, it feels too good.”
“Warren, there’s more possibility of me hurting you than there is of you hurting me, I promise.” You said, picking his head out of your neck so you could look at him “And besides, you’ve got to have a little pain sometimes.”
His eyebrow raised, “Oh yeah?”
“Oh shut up, I didn’t mean it that way.” You laughed, kissing the burn mark on his shoulder.
“I love you, you know.” He whispered, smiling gently, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, angel.” You whispered, kissing his jaw, “My angel.”
He pressed his lips against yours “Your angel, indeed.”
Request: “Can you do a Warren x Reader where you and Warren knew each other from way back. You two use to be a couple until one day you disappeared. Then after the apocalypse Warren started attending Xavier’s School. Few weeks later you come in the school as a new student and when Warren finds out he is thrilled because he hasn’t seen you for so long but what he doesn’t know is that you have amnesia (it’s so bad Charles can’t help). So he tries everything he can to do to help you get your memories.”
Warnings: Besides, cage fighting, none I don’t think
A/N: This was fricken cute, I love it
You bounced up
and down nervously, waiting for your turn in the cage. Your boyfriend, Warren,
was on his ninth fight of the night, and if he won this one, it would soon be
your turn.
The
cheers of the crowd signaled the end of the fight, the guard, turning to you.
They spoke in harsh German, pushing you up to the cage. Warren was just
exiting, his face soaked in sweat and his usually pristine white wings smeared
with dust and grime. He gave you one quick kiss before the guard shoved him
away.
“Knock
‘em dead, Y/N!” he called. You grinned.
“You
know I will.”
The
crowd roared as you stepped into the cage, putting a game face on. No matter
how much you hated fighting, you had to admit you were good at it. And everyone
knew it.
The
announcer spoke in German, you preparing to fight whatever mutant they threw
in. You tensed up when the cage opened, a pack of guards throwing a small girl
in. She looked at you, frightened. You summoned up your powers of electricity,
uttering a small, “I’m sorry.” The girl looked at you with wide eyes,
scrambling backwards. You put your right hand to the electrified cage,
absorbing the electricity. You yelled, expelling it towards the girl, the air
filling with the crackle of lighting. The girl screamed, just managing to avoid
the blast. You prepared to do the same, but the girl retaliated quickly. She
threw a blast of fire at you, the heat searing the side of your face as you dodged,
gritting your teeth. She was a pyrokinetic.
You
circled around her, building up enough electricity to shock the entire cage. It
would be a quick end to the fight. But you underestimated the girl, her
recovering quickly and summoning up a huge firestorm. You released your
electricity, but it fizzled out, you screaming as the fire burned your left
arm, knocking you to the ground. The girl walked up to you, taking her time.
She held a ball of fire in each hand, her expression hard. You put up your hands,
your entire left side burning.
“I
yield,” you said, watching the girl slowly relax, her fire disappearing. You
grinned. She had bought the lie. No one yielded in the cage.
You
surged upward, summoning every last bit of strength you had left in you. The
cage exploded, sparks flying. You stepped toward her, letting the power build
up before you released it, an explosion ripping through the air as she tried to
counter with her own fire. You coughed as smoke began to drift up where the
girl was, her body completely hidden. She had to be finished; no one could
sustain that much power.
But
you were wrong. You heard a scream from behind you, you just turning around to
see her run around you, shoving you into the cage. You screamed as the
electricity filled your body, too much for your powers to contain. You dropped
to the ground, smoke furling off your body. You curled up in a ball, your
vision wavering in and out. You could faintly hear the crowd gasping, then
cheering for the new girl. You winced when you felt someone grab you roughly,
hauling you to your feet.
“You’re
finished,” a rough German voice hissed into your ear. You stumbled out of the
cage, trying vainly to get out of the man’s grip. You could hear Warren
screaming behind you, the guards trying to subdue him.
“Y/N!”
he screamed, reaching for you. You managed to turn, pushing against the man.
“Warren!”
you were too weak to fight, your body completely drained. The last thing you
remember seeing was someone hitting Warren in the head, dropping him as your
vision went black.
{——-}
“I
think you’ll love the school.”
The man in the
driver’s seat next to you spoke optimistically, telling you of all the things
the school offered. You sighed, looking out of the window at the rolling green
fields of Westchester. Hank McCoy, the man driving, had been talking on and on
for hours. He had picked you up from the streets of some town of Germany,
someone called Charles Xavier having told him where you were.
You
couldn’t remember anything before that. You could faintly recall someone
yelling your name, but that was it until you woke up on the wet pavement in
Germany, burned badly. You had managed to survive for about a year stealing,
your burns healing into faint scars. You had kept a low profile, living on what
little memories you had of your former life.
“We
might be able to cure your amnesia,” he said. You spun around, hope burning
through you.
“How?
Do you really think you can?” you spoke quickly, excited. Hank turned onto a
grave driveway.
“Professor
Xavier is telepathic. He may be able to restore your memories.”
You
nodded, turning to look outside the window at the huge building up ahead. You
nearly launched out of the car when Hank finally parked in the garage below the
school, leading you up to halls bustling with kids.
“Xavier’s
office is at the end of the hall,” Hank explained. “We’ll see what he can do.”
You
nodded, weaving your way through the crowd. You frowned when you saw someone up
ahead, their mouth open and their eyes wide. They were staring directly at you.
“Y/N?”
the blond boy whispered, his metal wings clanking. You frowned. You didn’t
recognize him.
“Do
you know Warren?” Hank asked, confused. You shook your head. “I- I don’t
remember him.”
Warren
shoved through the crowd, taking your face in his hands.
“Oh
my God, you escaped,” he said. You narrowed your eyes. “Escaped where? I
don’t…”
“From
the cage! I thought they were going to kill you,” Warren breathed. He pulled
you in for a hug, holding your head against his chest. You tensed up, stepping
away when he let you go.
“I
don’t know you,” you said.
“What?”
The pain on Warren’s face was unbearable. You shook your head. “I don’t
remember you, I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“Warren,”
he said desperately. “We fought together, in Germany.” His voice grew softer.
“We loved each other.”
“I
still don’t-“
Hank
cut you off, putting an arm in front of you.
“Y/N
had lost their memories. We’re taking them to Charles.” Hank spoke softly, as
if he didn’t want you to hear.
“What
do you mean?” Warren asked.
“Whatever
happened to them in Germany, they took their memories,” Hank explained. “You
seem to have known them.”
Warren
nodded. “I did.”
“Then
you can come with us to see Charles. Maybe you’ll help.” Hank motioned for you
to follow him, Warren falling in behind you. You kept your head down, ignoring
the students who stared at you as you passed. Hank reached the door at the end
of the hallway, knocking. A voice called for you to enter, Hank turning the
knob.
You
walked into the office hesitantly, a man in a wheelchair greeting you.
Bookshelves lined the walls, various pictures among them. A window gave a wide
view out onto the grounds where students were playing and practicing their
mutant abilities. The man motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of his
desk, Hank taking the other one. Warren stood a little ways behind you, his
arms crossed.
“So,
you’re Y/N,” he said. You nodded, shaking his offered hand. “I’m Charles
Xavier. I may be able to restore the memories you lost.”
“I
hope you can,” you said, aware of Warren’s presence.
“Here,
let me try.” Xavier wheeled out from behind his desk, coming to a stop next to
you. He reached out his hands, touching the side of your head gently. He took a
deep breath, you closing your eyes. You could feel him in your mind, picking
out memories and various dreams. But after a minute, nothing changed. You
opened your eyes to see a sorrowful Charles, his eyes soft.
“Whoever
took your memories, they did a good job of it. I’m afraid I can’t bring them back,”
he apologized. You stood up, almost knocking your chair over.
“But
you have to! I can’t remember anything, it’s like I’m a ghost, I don’t exist,”
you felt your eyes prick with tears. Charles shook his head.
“I
can’t do anything, I’m sorry.”
Your
breath became quick, your heartbeat speeding up. You were stuck in your own
mind.
“I
can try,” Warren said. He stepped forward, Charles turning to look at him.
“I
knew them a while ago, we were close. I can try and recall the memories, or at
least tell them about them.”
Charles
nodded hesitantly, glancing at you.
“Are
you okay with this?”
You
met Warren’s eyes. “I’ll do anything.”
Over
the next few months, Warren tried everything to recall your memories; even
recreating some of the dates the two of you went on. But nothing helped. The
only thing that felt familiar was Warren. You could faintly remember his touch,
the feeling of his arm around you. You began to trust him a lot more, the two
of you growing closer and closer. Warren refused to give up, and he never did.
One
night, the two of you were on the roof of the school, the stars shining above
you in a clear indigo sky. You were seated in Warren’s lap, his arms tight
around you. You rested your head back on his chest, his breath stirring your
hair.
“What
do you remember?” he asked. You took a deep breath, recalling what shreds of
memories were left over.
“I
remember feelings, emotions,” you whispered. “I remember being held by someone
when I was hurt, the screams of a crowd, the feeling of someone’s lips on
mine.” You twisted to look up at Warren. “I remember you now, making sure the
guards treated me right, bandaging my wounds, training with each other. But its
just flashes, nothing else.”
“We’ll
keep trying,” Warren said, running a gentle hand up your arm where the faint
burn marks remained from an event you couldn’t remember.
“How
did I get the scars?” you asked. Warren’s hand paused.
“It
was the night you were taken, the last time I saw you, and you had to fight a
pyrokinetic. They beat you in the cage, burning you badly. The guards took you
out. You had lost the fight, you see. And if you lost, you were killed.”
You
shuddered, from cold or fear, you couldn’t tell. But Warren wrapped his arms
tighter around you, his jacket encompassing both of you.
“I
tried to reach you, but the guards knocked me out. I’ve regretted the day ever
since. You were part of the reason I joined Apocalypse. I had this weird
instinct to protect you, to find you. And becoming stronger just influenced
that.”
“You
know, no one blames you for joining him, right?” you said, holding his hand
tightly. Warren nodded, sighing.
“I
know.”
“Good.”
You
looked into his eyes, your fluttering shut as he leaned closer, pressing his
lips hesitantly to yours. The two of you hadn’t kissed since you came to the
school, but it felt so familiar to you. The two of you fit together perfectly,
his lips moving soundly against yours as you deepened the kiss, melting into
him. You gasped when suddenly a wave of memories hit you, from a girl who wove
fire to fighting in the cage, to staying with Warren in a cold, concrete room,
laughing in his arms.
“What
is it?” Warren said worriedly. Your faces was just inches from his, your eyes
wide.
“I
remember. I remember everything,” you spoke quickly, your hand still on Warren’s
face. Warren grinned wider than you had ever seen.
“You
do?” he asked, standing up in surprise. You nodded, pulled to your feet with
him.
“I
do.”
Warren
laughed, swinging you up into his arms, spinning you around.
“I
told you we could do it!” he said. You kissed him again, his hands securely
against your back.
“I
love you,” you whispered against his lips. “Thank you for never giving up.”
“I
love you too,” Warren said, holding you tight against him, holding your head
against his chest, his face tucked into the side of your neck. “I’ll never let
you go again.”
Authors note: This going to be trash and I’m sorry. Request are open if you want to send something in😚💕
(Ps. If this gets 20 notes, I’m going to dress as quicksilver for homecoming.)
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Peter McFlirt Maximoff has flirted with every female on the team, minus you. Every time you try to talk to the silver haired boy he would just speed away or wouldn’t even look you in the eyes. He would even start vibrating when he is around you for longer than ten minutes. That only made you more determined to talk to him. And curious for wanting to know why he was acting this way. As you grew curious, so did the team and they were going to find out why.
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“So why are you scared of Y/N?” Alex asked before taking a sip of his coke. This caused Warren and Scott to chuckle and Kurt face to display confusion.
“I’m not scared of Y/N…” Peter said not looking at any of them, but around the room.
“Oh really? You shake when your around her. Last time I check, she doesn’t control the Weather like Ro, so unless it’s magically cold when your around her and that causes you to shake, I’m going to say your scared of her.” Alex said while rolling his eyes.
“She’s…just…very…scary.” Peter said slowly. The boys heads slowly turned towards you. You were sitting under a tree with the other girls giggling and doing homework. She felt their gaze and smiled and waved Peter. His eyes widened before turning around quickly avoiding your gaze.
“Yeah, she’s real scary alright.” Scott said sarcastically. “I think she might have a crush on you.”’
“Yeah she totally does.” Warren said before elbowing Peter, causing him to roll his eyes.
“She could kick my ass! There is no way in hell she likes me.” Peter argued causing all the other guys to groan at his obliviousness.
“Jean, Jubilee, and Ro could kick your ass!” Scott said. “Yet your scared of Y/N, who smiles at you all the time and offers to buy you pizza! Dude, are you okay?”
“Shut up Summers!” Peter said before crossing his arms.
“Maybe your not scared of her but of your feelings?” Kurt ask while shrugging his shoulders. A smirk grew on the rest of the boys faces minus Peters.
“You so like her!” Warren said while smirking even harder. Peter rolled his eyes and looked away from the others.
“If anyone says a word to her about this, I will give you a wedgie so hard that your grand kids will feel it.” Peter said causing the other boys to chuckle.
“Looks like she already knows.” Alex said while pointing over to the group of girls that were walking towards the group of guys while smiling widely.
Peter wanted to run away, yet he couldn’t. As much as he liked you, he really was intimidated by you. He was scared that he was going to say the wrong thing, scared that he might actually fall in love with you, scared of his own feelings, feelings that were brung upon by you.
Charles – he’d
pull you into his lap and press your forehead to his, while sharing his plans
for your future together.
Eric- it would
take him a while to build himself up to ask you, after losing so many loved
ones. When you finally said yes, he gave you a watery grin and pulled you into his
chest.
Hank- you’d
dance, it started off as a cuddle but you just starting swaying slowly together.
Alex- he’d pick
you up, wrapping your legs around him.
Peter- he’d be
running up the walls, shouting through the mansion ‘they said yes! In your face
summers’ before returning to you to bundle you into a tight hug
Scott – he’d laugh in excitement and relief as he shakily slipped
the ring on your finger
Kurt- he’d give
you small kisses all over your face, so that he could make sure that it’s real,
all the while he’s grinning and crying and is just an absolute adorable little
mess.
Ororro- she’d
give you that sweet smile, before burying her face in the crook of your neck.
Warren- he’d
seal the deal with a smirk and a kiss
Jubilee – she’d
let out a little squeal before grabbing you into a bone crushing hug.
Being blind and dating Peter Maximoff would include:
you may be blind, but your telepath skills are a way around it
you’d look into Warren’s mind to see your closet and choose an outfit for the day
“Okay, babe, pick away,” Warren would say with a grin on his face
he love, love, loved that he could help you see
he would literally do anything for you
“Are you sure about that shirt with those pants?”
“WARREN JUST SHUT UP AND STOP BLINKING YOU ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE”
“You look stunning… I can’t believe you’re mine”
“I know! Don’t I look fabulous?!”
him smiling from ear to ear at your reaction
“Ware?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Can you look into the mirror so I can see your beautiful face?”
He’d blush like crazy because he still isn’t used being complimented
he’s such a freakin’ softy ugh you gotta love him
One of the best things about looking into his brain is looking at the memories of you two together
Every date you go on, he takes videos in selfie mode of the two of you so you can see you two as a couple instead of just looking at yourself through his eyes
Each time he touched you, your body would be so responsive and you’d feel everything x10 since you were naturally focused on his touch rather than his appearance
“Ware?”
“Yeah?”
“I love your wings. Like, they’re so fluffy and so pretty, ugh, lemme touch ‘em!” you said as you turned over on the bed to face him while making grabby hands in his direction
cue blushy-mess-Warren part 2
he’d wrap you up in his wings and cuddle closer to you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck
stroking his wings always made him feel a love he never felt before
he really, truly loved you and you really, truly loved him
Scott: Aww that’s a cute stuffed bunny, where’d you get it?
You: Warren got it for me~
Scott: *Looks at Warren*
Warren: *Glares*
Scott: *Tries to contain laughs*
Warren: *GLARES HARDER*
His blonde locks slipped in between your nimble finger as they climbed up his scalp. His hair was soft, like his feathers, it was hard to find an exact word to describe the texture, but the best you could compare it to was silk. Golden silk that seemed lighter than air.
A gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, immediately followed by a stronger kiss
As you pulled away he looked at you like you were crazy. You were crazy, in his opinion at least, because why would someone like you, someone as amazing and great and perfect as you love him.
“Warren, you don’t have to-” he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Unlike the kiss, the soft delicate kiss, that had taken place moments ago this one was passionate, it made a fire bloom in your chest and your head to start spinning because all the air in you lungs had disappeared.
Unlike the kiss moments ago, this one screamed I love you back.
One person is sitting in the other’s lap
Your thighs were on either side of him. Your arms were aren’t his neck and his large palms were against your hips. While your lips were brushing against the shell of your ear his pink ones were stuck on your neck, marking it, claiming it, claiming you as his own.
Not that you minded.
Jawline kisses
You peppered kisses along his jawline. You loved a lot of things about Warren. You loved his sardonic humor and how despite his asshole attitude he was the kindest man you knew. You loved his baby blues and perfect body.
But honestly you lived his jawline, besides his wings, it was his best feature.
Following the kiss with a series of kisses down to the neck
What had only meant to be a quick kiss had somehow turned into Warren you pressing you against the wall with his soft lips against your neck and a coil in your lower abdomen tightening. He could feel your blood rushing under your skin and the heat emanating from your body.
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