✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝙸𝙸 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

You throw another ball across the room, letting it bounce back and fly into your hand. Your Lofi music leaked into your ears through your large chunky headphones. You throw the ball again.

You were lying down in that containment chamber again. The voices in your head were getting too loud so you jumped in here, again.

Your mutation had stuck with you since birth, no time to prepare. You could hear, see, and talk to the dead. Feeling objects could give you visions, even if they were the stupidest things. Touching a pencil could show you doing last week's homework.

"Y/n."
You ignore the voice and catch the ball again. The chamber opens. "You can't be stuck in the chamber forever. Come along." Charles says, you catch the ball one last time and follow him out. You watch the chamber close behind you.

"Now I won't tell you what to do in your free time but, let's limit that cell time." He says you nod in response as usual before walking off. You walk quietly through the halls until you get outside. You kept walking until it was a distance away from all the normal activities.

You stand in front of a tree, your tree. As birds begin to circle. You T pose and let them land on you. You liked seeing all the adventures they went on as they touched your skin. What their favorite part of the day was, to what they ate for breakfast. It was almost always worms, but it made them happy so you didn't care about seeing the carnage here and there. You always tried to get off the sight before you saw how it ended.

You let some seeds drop around you, most carried them and ate them on your arms. You hum pleasantly, this was the one time of day you wouldn't wear your bulky headphones.

All the birds begin to squawk and flock together. They flap their wings at a shadow looming over them. It fell a few feet behind you, where all the birds went to attack, puffing their chests out. You watch intently, stepping a bit closer.

2 white wings flattered around defensively covering a boy's body. He groaned and tried to shoo the birds. He sat up, and you finally made eye contact. You blush along with him. You were not expecting to find a winged boy crashing your peaceful bird time.

"Ugh, get them off at least!" You blush again and whistle, most of the birds go back to you and puff out their chests. "Call all of them off!" You shrug, "They're not mine."
"Whatever." Warren stands up, brushing himself off. You try to catch some birds to get them off him.

"Maybe you should apologize." you say, "what?" "you did something to piss them off." you walk off, the birds mostly follow you. Warren watches you walk away like nothing happened, now with a little blush.

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You drop another handful of seeds on the grass. The usual flock of birds follows, all greeting you and digging in. Some stuff some for later, and some for their nests full of little lives. You let their little claws caress your skin, and you got to see the skies they flew through that day.

Your eyes flick up, a little whisper catches you off guard. You fall to your knees in horror of the pitch that ensued. You covered your ears in tears, a vengeful spirit had appeared. It wasn't happy. It screamed and screamed at the top of its lungs. It was upset that it had died, upset that it didn't go up, upset that you were all that would hear.

You wanted to scream back, but it felt like your throat couldn't take it, it was too scared to even let out an inch of a whisper. You felt two strong arms wrap around you, with a blanket. A hand covered your eyes and slid your headphones on you. You were pushed into its chest before a shadow loomed over you again.

The hand showed you a vision. A blonde curly-haired boy fighting in a cage. You wanted to just look away, but it was like your eyelids were pinned in place. Forced to watch someone else's trauma, trauma that you didn't want any part of.
You didn't think he wanted part of it either.

And this time, you did something. You ran at the man monitoring the fight. With your small frame, you stood nothing against him. But you still tried, you wrapped one of the metal springs you picked around his neck, and tried to choke him. The second you did everything changed.

Instead of just seeing how someone died, how your favorite birds would die, you saw his end, evaded. You reach out your hand again when everything stops.

You open your eyes and jolt up. But those arms kept you still before letting you lose impulsively. Like it had done something wrong. You rip off the blanket to see that boy again.

"Warren, right?" you ask, catching your breath. "Uh yeah. Y/n?" You nod. "What did you do?" He took a breath like he was trying not to explode. "I didn't do anything on purpose- wait no I did because I stopped what- I haven't done this before.." you explain confusingly.

"I tried to.. Stop your death. And I think it worked.." you finally say. "They found you again. At some warehouse." Warren's eyes open a bit, "I think I killed someone." you finally say. "Really?"
"He's not there anymore..."

"I've killed a bunch of people too, uh don't worry." he steps closer, before taking a few steps back. You hum in a thinking motion, "That's different. You didn't have a choice." You lean closer.

"I did." you look down. "Maybe he deserved it," you say slowly. "Who was it..?" "He was hurting you. People like you, too." you say, "Maybe he got what he deserved," Warren said, straightening himself. You put your hand out behind you, a bird landed quickly.

You put your occupied finger in front of you and began whistling. Warren turned his head in confusion. The bird went from puffing its chest to investigating the angel in front of him. "Uh, what's he doing?" "I dunno, giving you a chance. I think they like me. And got mad when you started watching me." Warren freezes.

He had been watching you from afar the past 2 weeks, in hallways, outdoors. He thought you hadn't noticed, but after a few days, you noticed a difference. And when you found a few white feathers on your shoulder.

"Uh, sorry." He apologizes. "I just dug deep into your spirit, we're not close to even. You just watched me walk around for a few days."
"So you owe me then?" he finally grew some confidence or figured you were interested.

"Hmmm yeah." you agree, watching the birds in front of you. "So you're gonna go out- with me right?" he blurts out, now with a smirk and light blush.

"Right."