Good wood - feels like you’re in some kind of warren with this house in Makinohara, Japan, by Japanese studio mA-style architects. The aptly named ‘Ant House’ looks like a totally different house to what you’d expect inside the minimalist industrial shell.
I have a Warren Worthington imagine? Like how about Warren got into a fight
again and the reader is all worried and Warren says he’s okay and the reader
just fixes his wounds and they cuddle?? I’M SO TRASH FOR WARREN
I AM ALSO TRASH FOR WARREN OMG I MISSED HIMMMMM
Warren hesitated to knock
on your door. Another night, another fight, and as usual, he had shed some
blood and earned some new bruises. But he couldn’t help it. They had been
making fun of him…of you. It was the
last straw. So here he was, back at the Mansion with his fist poised to knock
on your door.
After waiting several
more seconds in silence, he finally knocked. You hopped out of bed and pulled
the door open, certainly not expecting to see Warren standing there with a
black eye, bloodied knuckles, and several scrapes and bruises. He was a mess,
and at the moment, you couldn’t tell if the blood stain on his jacket was from
him or someone else.
“Oh my God, Warren, are
“Good. You have to stop
“I know.” He lowered his
face. There were several moments of silence.
“Get in here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He trudged
through the door, his heavy metal wings trailing behind him. His golden Mohawk of
curls had been thrown into disarray and now resembled more of a messy halo. A
halo on your fallen angel.
“What was it this time?”
You asked, taking a seat in front of him.
“They think I’m some no
good villain.” He rolled his eyes. “What else is new?”
“Who did this?” you
asked. He shook his head, his eyes settling on the toes of his boots. “Warren.”
“New guy. You don’t know
him. But he knew me from the news or whatever.”
“You’re famous,” you
chuckled a little.
“Infamous is more like
it.” He shook his head. His eyes tentatively met yours. “I wish everyone was
“Oh hush.” You held out
both of your hands. “You’re just lucky I’m a healer.”
Warren offered you his
knuckles first. His large calloused hands relaxed under your gentle whispers of
touches. The white glow from your hands was cool, and in instants, the gashes
had dissolved to nothing, leaving only skin behind. You waved a hand in front
of his face, causing the swollen eye to shrink, and then cleared up his
bruises. When you were done, he let out a blissful sigh.
“Well, I guess not everything about getting into fights all
the time is bad.”
“Elaborate.” You smirked
as he leaned back against your bedframe.
“I mean, getting to see
you is certainly a perk.”
“There are other ways to
“Yeah. ‘Oh hey, (Y/N),
want to go to the mall?’ or ‘hey (Y/N), do you want to go out with me?’ would
work just fine, but nooooo, angel boy and his bad boy complex always seem to-”
“So you’d go out with me?”
he cut you off, a smirk finding his lips. It did not help that you just noticed
the way his black t-shirt hugged his biceps. Shit, he was hot. “Theoretically,
“Theoretically…yes.” You scooted
a little closer to him and let a cold finger trail down the fabric of his
t-shirt. Abs. Goddamn. “And if we’re being 100 percent honest here, I’ve always
kind of had a thing for bad boys.”
“Is that so?” he raised
an eyebrow and twirled a curl of your hair around one of his large fingers.
“But, I’m also a huge cuddler. So, theoretically of course, this bad
boy would have to be down for some mean cuddle sessions from time to time.”
“Oh, believe me, I can
cuddle.” He crossed his muscular arms as though you had just proposed a
“Oh can you?”
“For your information,
yes. I can.” You were skeptical. “Come here. Right now. We’re cuddling.”
“We are. Right here.
Right now.” Warren sunk down into the pillows the slightest bit. He opened his
arms wide and folded and tucked his metal wings as far beneath him as possible.
You crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to his strong embrace. He
brushed the tiny hairs out of the front of your face. “See?”
“Cozy indeed, bad boy.” You
pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and flicked the light off. “Goodnight.”
And so there the two of
you were. Someone broken, and someone who pieced broken things back together.
With you in his arms, Warren had never slept better.
RAVENCLAW: “The point is that things aren’t beautiful all on their own. Beautiful comes from reflection. Beautiful takes a person who makes a connection. You know what I mean? For beautiful to happen, the beautiful has got to be seen.” –Adam Gwon (Warren: Ordinary Days)
Warren always felt like he was always in the dark. No matter how many lights he had on, no matter how many windows were open, he was always in the shadows.
Until he met her.
The girl who cut through the shadows that consumed him and brought light into his cold world.
When she smiled, it was like a lightbulb turned on and when she laughed it was like the shades had been drawn back.
When she blushed, her entire body lit up, literally gracing him with a yellowish glow.
But when she looked at him with that sparkle in her eye, that sparkle she got only when she looked at him, he noticed, he felt the sun beat down on his face even on the darkest nights.
But he never expected it to last. He expected her to leave, to see how damaged he was, to learn of the bad things he’d done in his past and walk away like everyone else. But she didn’t.
She loved and embraced every part of him no matter how horrendous. She looked past his flaws, and he had many.
When they hit two months, he began to brace himself for the imminent departure of the only bright spot in his life because, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t think it would last as long as it did.
Five months rolled around and though she was still there, a fact he was still reeling from, he was nevertheless expecting the inevitable blow.
But as her hand grasped his, the other digging into his shoulder as he ground his hips against hers, from between her parted lips she uttered, “I love you.”, causing his hips to stutter against hers and the words to leave his mouth in a succession of grunts and moans, he knew, somehow, despite all his doubts, he knew, that she wouldn’t leave.
And when their year anniversary rolled around and he expected her smiles and laughs to be more forced, as he took her to the place where they had their first real date, her grin seemed to widen and her laughs seemed as genuine as ever.
He loved her as Icarus loved the sun-
Too close and too much.
Yet when he got too close to her warmth and loved her so much that he had given her his entire heart, he did not burn.
He did not turn to ash
or fall to the earth as Icarus did when he fell in love with the sun.
She was the life that sustained him and without her, he would have crashed to earth much like Icarus did all those millennia ago.