The neon lights and upbeat sixties doo-wop songs were the furthest things Lin wanted in his presence that night. Still, the Salt and Pepper Diner was the only place with decent food open this late into the night.
There was the added benefit that it was always empty when he found himself in. No soul in their right mind purposefully wandered into this place at three in the morning on a school day.
Woo! I did it! Hope you enjoyed this silly thing I had a great time doing it, and a big thanks to the offical WOY people who actually make one of the greatest cartoons that has ever been made. Now to get back to the ten thousand things I am meant to be doing.
Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.
branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely
find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart
of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their
morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.
wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path
through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were
only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings
posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not
decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed
these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.
*My first Warren piece! I thought this was cute and it is based off thisprompt. I’m gonna tag some people who I think might like this. @emmcfrxst@phoenixejean@shayara and @raypclmer. If you ever want to be tagged in any fic - specifically for a character - just tell me in an ask and I will put it together!*
Bringing Warren along to the art museum in town seemed like
a good idea last night, but now? Now you weren’t so sure. He refused to even
put an ounce of interest into the
trip, and clearly is pissed off the majority of the time that you wander around
It isn’t as if you haven’t tried to get him invested in the artwork; you frequently pointed
out paintings and works that might make him smile, or even remind him of something
that he had learned back in college. No such luck, as he merely would glance at
it with a disinterested expression and mumble that it was pretty before
stalking off to some other part of the museum. It was infuriating, and you were
starting to get really pissed by his
With a large huff, you stop in front of a beautiful piece of
work, a smile gracing your lips as you stare up at it in awe. “Warren, come
look at this one!” He turns to you, having been looking at a text on his phone.
Wandering over to you, he licks his lips and leans against the wall, only glancing
at the painting on the wall.
Sure, it was gorgeous, and he wouldn’t deny that it was one
of the more ornate ones he had seen, adorned with gold and all sorts of colors
that he couldn’t name. Something about the smile on your face though made him
feel enraptured, and he snaps a quick photo, eyes dropping to see the work of
art he had just created. You happen to look over, noticing he’s staring at his
phone and feeling the boiling point bubble over.
“Really Warren?” you snap, causing him to straighten up and
shove away his phone.
Storming off to another part of the museum, he follows close
behind, watching you slowly melt back into a placid state. The art that he had
no interest in looking at was something you were so desperately in love with
that Warren wished he could be as perfect as it. Taking a seat on one of the
benches for a minute, his head falls into his open palm, a smile pulling on his
lips as he watches you stare up at a painting of a garden.
You glance behind you, catching Warren’s eye and flushing
slightly. “Will you stop staring at me and enjoy the artwork?”
His smile brightens as he stands and dusts himself off. “I
am,” he states matter-of-factly, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets and
tilting his head. You flush harder, turning your gaze back to the painting
despite his eyes still being on you.
Warren Worthington was a man of few words, but the ones he
spoke could make you melt.