Requested: Yes

Prompts: 13 and 40

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: I hope you like this! I love taking requests so don't be afraid to ask!

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Being at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had its pros and cons. The cons were that despite you were a mutant, and so was everyone else, everyone was terrified of you. This was because of your mutation. You could talk and command the dead, people tended to like the way the dead were, dead. The only pro was your best friend, Jean Grey. She was the only one who knew what it was like to have the whole student body be scared of you. 

It wasn't that the other students were mean to you, it was just that they tended to avoid you. Some of the other students would send you sympathetic smiles but they didn't try and talk to you. You could understand how they felt, your mutation scared you sometimes. 

However, what didn't help your case was that you would sometimes talk to your dead friend. She died when you were younger and that triggered your power so you could talk to her whenever you feel like it.

After the battle of Ciro, two new students came to the school. One was a girl called Ororo, her mutation was that she could control storms and lightning. She was pretty nice. The other was a boy with curly blond hair and large metal wings, he was called Warren. The other students seemed to be just as scared of him as they were of you. Which you didn't understand.

"I just don't understand why everyone is so scared of you." Mused your friend, sitting next to you on the grass, you scoffed.

"Maybe because I talk to you and no one else can see you." You retorted, leaning back on your elbows in the grass. 

"You talking to, (y/f/n)?" A voice spoke out, you jumped slightly. Turning around you looked into the face of Jean, your best friend. You nodded as she sat down next to you.

The pair of you chatted for a while, (y/f/n) intervening every now and again. Your attention drifted to Warren who's black leather jacket glinted slightly in the afternoon sunlight. You could see the other students give him wary looks as he past, his expression stony.

"Why is he always so sad?" You asked, mainly to know one in particular. 

"'Cause he's edgy." Joked (y/f/n), you rolled your eyes and turned to Jean who was also staring at Warren, you knew she was reading his mind.

"He's sad because of his past. But mainly because of his wings, they used to be beautiful and white. He thinks his new ones are disgusting." Jean said, her eyes still boring into the back of Warren's head.

"Couldn't you help him with that?" Jean asked you, you raised an eyebrow at her, "You know, give them back to him." She continued, you thought for a second.

"I mean, it's possible, but I don't know if my powers are at that level yet, bringing things back is difficult at the best of times, this would be a lot more difficult. Besides, I doubt he would accept my help." You said thoughtfully, thinking of how it would work.

"I think you underestimate yourself and him." Jean grinned. You hummed as you thought.

For the rest of the day you thought about helping Warren, you could see how sad he was through his act of being tough. The other kids didn't talk to him, they carved paths around him in the corridors. You knew how he must feel.

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The following evening, you walked up to Warren's room, before you could stop yourself you knocked on his door and entered. Warren was sitting at his desk but he had turned around to face you, his face was expressionless. 

"What do you want?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his tone was firm and his jaw was set. You ignored his tone and stepped further into the room.

"I want to help you." You said simply, looking around his room. He had cloths scattered across his floor, posters of bands could be seen on his wall, books and records also accompanied the cloths on the floor.

"You can't." He said shortly, he turned back around and continued to do whatever he was doing when you entered.   

"Yes I can." You mused, putting your hands in your pockets, Warren scoffed, "I can give you your wings back." You added, Warren froze, his wings twitch slightly. He turned around to face you again.

"You better not be fucking with me." He stated, standing up.

"I'm not. Now do you want me to fix them or not?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, you were slightly shocked by your new found confidence but you decided to go with it. Warren nodded slowly, you smiled.

"Okay, I need you to turn around." You instructed, stepping closer to him. Warren gave you a sceptical look before turning around.

You placed your hands in the place where his wings met his back and closed your eyes. You opened them and you knew that the whole of your eyes had turned black. As you focused the metal under your hands turned into bone and feathers. Slowly the rest of Warren's wings turned from metal back to white feathers. When you had finished you stepped back. 

Warren turned back to face you, his expression was one of shock. He craned his neck to look at his wings. A wide smile spread over his face as he flapped his wings. His eyes flicked up to meet your own.

"Thank you." He whispered, grinning. You smiled back, then Warren's smile faded, "Why did you help me?" He asked.

"I know how it feels to have everyone be scared of you. It's shit. I thought that if I helped you, then people wouldn't be scared of you anymore." You smiled sadly before turning to leave. Your hand was on the door handle when Warren spoke out.

"Stay." He blurted out, you turned around to face him, "Please." He added, you smiled and nodded.

For the rest of the night the pair of you talked about everything. Your pasts, how you got your powers and everything under the sun. You both were having a great time. Laughing and joking around late into the night.

"You know, you're actually a really nice guy...After you get past the whole 'I don't give a shit' attitude." You grinned at Warren who chuckled.

"I don't think anyone has ever said that to me." Warren smiled softly at you, "Or anything nice to me."

"Well, I meant it." You grinned. You yawned slightly covering your mouth with your hands, Warren laughed.

"You should get some sleep, it's late. I know your dorm is quite far, so you're more than welcome to stay here if you like." Warren said, scratching the back of his neck, you smiled sleepily.

"Thanks." You chuckled, laying down on his bed.

Warren lay down next to you. You were already half asleep and didn't notice that you had rolled over and laid your head on Warren's chest. Warren's arms went around your waist, gently drawing cycles on your arms.

"Thank you, (y/n). For everything." He whispered kissing your forehead, you could feel him smiling.

"Thats okay." You mumbled into the fabric of Warren's t-shirt. 

You dozed off to the sound of Warren's heart beat and his soothing motions of his fingers on your arm and back. Warren didn't go to sleep for a while, he was too busy watching you sleep, thinking how happy he was that you helped him and how much you cared about him. Warren wrapped his wings around the pair of you and soon joined you, sleeping.