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Ever since he returned with Ororo after the battle against Apocalypse, you'd were both utterly and obviously in love with one another, even though you'd both always deny it. And let's not even get started on the endless flirting you two would attempt. Despite both Jean and Ororo constantly trying to get you to tell Warren, you knew you never could.

He was a tease. He was too playful for his own good, and you knew that meant he didn't genuinely like you. You hear Warren and Scott laugh lightly at the sight of Peter running up the walls to hang mistletoe on the roof. You smiled widely. This was not only your home, but it was your family, and you were beyond happy you were getting to decorate with them.

A few hours and many decorations later, you all stood in the last hallway, finishing the decorations once and for all. You smiled as you watched Jean direct Kurt and Peter around as you stood off to the side. You'd been put on garland/light duty with Ororo, and of course, you two have finished quickly.

"Hey," Warren spoke softly, nudging you as he stood beside you, "You did a really nice job."

"You think so?" You asked, sparing a glance at him.

Warren nodded, "You can tell that you're putting genuine thought and care into your decorating."

"Thank you."

You could feel your insides swelling with happiness at Warren's comment as you looked around. The mansion truly looked beautiful. Garland, lights, ornaments, and various other decorations scattered the entire home in a beautiful fashion that made you swell and warm up with pure Christmas joy.

A gust of wind blew past your back, and you spun around, looking to see what Peter had been up to when suddenly his voice appeared behind you, "Oooh!! Warren, (Y/n)!! You're under the mistletoe!"

At the same time, Warren and you looked up, and sure enough, there was mistletoe hanging right above where the two of you stood. A glare formed on your face as you turned to look at Peter, who was smiling widely at you. Which, as you looked around at the rest of your friends, you noticed matched many others' expressions as well. How long had they planned this out for?

"I mean..." Warren cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm down if you are."

"What?" You gasped, turning to look at Warren. He shrugged with a small smile, "You are?!"

Warren nodded, "It's tradition."

"Well..." You mumbled, looking at Ororo and Jean, who gave you a thumbs-up behind Warren's back, "You better get on it then."

Warren laughed softly at your teasing, sassy attitude and immediately pulled you into him by your waist. The feeling of his hands encasing your waist set fire to your body, nerves like you'd never felt before. However, you did your best to shove your nerves down as you locked eyes with Warren and prepared yourself for the kiss.

The moment your lips touched, you knew it was so much more than just a simple little kiss. It felt like your soul was finally uniting with your other half, and you were quickly losing yourself in the kiss. Your hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Warren seemed to be feeling the same as you were. One of his hands moved to caress your face while the other pulled you flush against him.

Right as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip, Scott had to be Scott and ruin the moment, "Geez! The tradition is to kiss, not make babies!"

Warren and you quickly separated from one another, your cheeks blazing as you refused to fully let go of one another. You could hear Ororo and Jean squealing, surely about your kiss, while Scott, Kurt, and Peter groaned about the two 'lovebirds'. You smiled, shaking your head at the outcome of decorating.

"We should probably go talk about this," You whispered to Warren, smiling widely.

He nodded quickly, "Definitely. Let's go talk."

"Talk, my ass," Peter scoffed, squinting at the both of you, "More like talk into each other's mouths."

"Hey, Peter," You smiled, allowing Warren to pull you into his chest, "That one didn't land."

"Yea, yea," Peter nodded, his face reddening as he admitted defeat, "Sounded good in my head... then it was just word vomit."

Warren chuckled as he kissed the side of your head, "It's the thought that counts, buddy."

"How is it that you two just made out in front of all of us, and I'm the one being teased?" Peter pouted.

"Because," Jean laughed softly, as she walked towards Scott, "We've all been waiting for this for months."

Kurt smiled as he pats Peter's shoulder, smiling over at you and Warren, "It was the Christmas spirit!"

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My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel

This is what I get for helping

Helping someone lame fit in

Vaggie n’ Angie, enjoy your temporary win 

As I strut down to Alastor’s room I pass a clock. 3:34 a.m. Well past the time Al would be asleep. 

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) “(Y/N) is a fugly cow.” Hey Angie, how ya like me now?

I sneak in and quickly grab his microphone staff and run out of the hotel, but not before grabbing as many as matches as the tall building could even carry. 

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get me

i grab as many tabloids of the incident as I could fit in my satchel, as demons all over the city pointed and laughed at me. they won’t be laughing for long...

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline

Al woke up from a nightmare, but those were becoming more usual as the days passed. He decided it was best to just listen to music as it was almost time to get dressed anyways. As he turns on his radio his heart sinks to his feet.

I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean

He throws on his clothes as fast as demonly possible, not caring about his hair, shoes or a smile even. And we know you’re never fully dressed without one, Al.

Vaggie, time to watch your back Angie, time to turn and cough

Al can’t believe the sight upon him. As he looks up he sees me standing on the roof. He’s lost all given shits about his appearance, only wanting to care about me standing on the roof. 

Because you took me down But you didn’t finish me off

I pull out the tabloids and matches, lighting the papers on fire and proceeding to chuck them off the tall buildings, singing into the microphone that everyone within a 30 mile radius could hear.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And in case you’re keeping score Angie may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn!

Tears stream down Alastor’s face as he walks towards the building, the crowd howling with laughter at the used-to-be-feared Radio Demon.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Vaggie is a grotsky bi-otch!

Vaggie gasps and runs back into the hotel. Some would say every demon in the city, even Lucifer are shocked at this display of anger.

I got the gasoline

I hopped from building from building, listening and watching Alastor’s world and reputation literally and figuratively being stripped from his hands. I should probably feel bad. He left me because people found out we we’re together. What kind of stupid- egomaniac-sociopath does that?! Oh, right. Alastor does.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Angel Dust is a drug pusher!

Angel is angry. But not just angry. He’s guilty. And he damn well knows it.

I wanna make the world burn

I’ve never looked so evil in my life, and it felt good

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Charlie is a heaven dyke! (Y/N) is a fugly cow (Y/N) is a fugly cow

Alastor has never seen me so angry. And I’ve never felt so.... alive I could say

And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

I cackled. LOUD.

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean

Fuck making this about me and Al.. I want everyone to be angry. infuriated even!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean! I jump off the building, and land amongst the demons, who open a path towards Alastor’s sobbing figure, looking more decrepit he had ever been, even in living.

Mean

I strut towards him, when I finally reached him, every step I took I shoved him back by his chest until he fell onto his back. Where I stood over his shaking, crying body on the blood-stained, alcohol soaked, cracked concrete.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Mean! I wanna watch the world burn

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Alastor tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't seem to care over the shouts, clapping and singing coming from the demons of Pentagram City.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

The demons turned to the three V’s, Vox, Valentino, and Velvet, who were backing away

I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

An explosion goes off, smoke surrounding me for a split second, where I make my grand escape.

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1/1/2021 happy new year! :)

5 months later

Y/N sits in the living room going through boxes of old stuff she got out of storage out of boredom. It’s all things from her childhood with her mother which she remembers very little of. When her mother was killed, she was 5. Gemma took her in and later adopted her, Jax was 7 years old then.

She pulls out some papers going through them uninterested. Nothing important really. She unfolds her own birth certificate and reads through it. She stops at the father’s name on the document and stares at it. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and folds it back up. She grabs a stack of pictures she was looking through earlier and finds the picture. There he was, that man. He was sitting next to Y/N’s mom with his arm around her shoulder. What the fuck.

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A couple of days later she sits across from Gemma at a local diner. She looks down at her cup of coffee thinking and then up at Gemma, “Gemma, what do you know or remember about my biological father?” Gemma looks at Y/N surprised, not expecting the random question, “Uh your father? Hmm...” Gemma takes a drink of her coffee and sets down the mug trying to think of what to say, “I don’t know him, hun. Your mother never told me who he was. It didn’t matter so I didn’t push the subject. All that mattered was that we were going to take care of you.” Shes lying. She has to be lying. Y/N nods, “Right. I don’t know...” she shrugs, “I just got to wondering about it. I’ve been home a lot and have been doing lots of thinking... Oh well. So what’s new?” Gemma sighs looking out the diner window, “Fucking Wendy. That junkie bitch is pregnant. I mean, what the fuck is Jax thinking?!” Y/N shrugs half smiling, “Sometimes he doesn’t. You know him. Well, congratulations, Grandma.” She quietly chuckles and Gemma smiles shaking her head, “Don’t patronize me, little girl.” Y/N smiles at Gemma, “Hey, lady. I’m 25 years old now.” She pays and smiles at her winking, “You’ll always be little girl to me, hun.”

They walk outside and Gemma lights a cigarette and offers it to Y/N. She shakes her head, “No, thanks Gem. I’m trying to kick all these habits. I was drinking a lot and smoking a lot. I’m just trying to be better.” Gemma looks at her a bit skeptical and nods, “Good for you, babe. I wish I had that will power.” Y/N fixes her hoodie and looks around at the people walking around, “So tell me.. What does Jax think about becoming a father?” Gemma exhales smoke and half laughs, “He hates it. I don’t think it’s really that he hates the idea. I don’t think he’s ready or in a place where this should be happening right now. I know that he thinks that this is wrong to have with Wendy because she isn’t the one.”

Y/N nods, “That really sucks for him. He’s stuck with her now.” Gemma shrugs, “I know that I’ll kill her if she gets high with my grand baby in her belly. I know that if she has this baby and then overdosed and died that it would do us all a favor. Especially that baby.” Y/N looks ahead thinking about how savage Gemma can be. She thinks about what Gemma could be capable of. The secrets she hides. How many of those had to do with Y/N? “I know that sounds harsh babe, but that girl ain’t nothing but some junkie whore. Who even knows if that’s Jackson’s baby.” Y/N always liked Wendy. She felt bad for her because of her addiction and she felt bad that Wendy always felt like she had to impress Jax. Y/N never felt the need to impress Jax and she never even tried.

 Y/N nods a bit, “He should do a paternity test for sure just to be safe..” Gemma nods, “Oh hell yeah. And you better believe that I am going to support Jax on getting 100% custody. I’ll help him raise that baby.” Y/N half smiles and hugs her, “Gemma, always so motherly. I’ll see you around, okay Grammy?” Gemma flips her off and smiles, “Fuck off, child. Bye..” Gemma watches Y/N walk away. She can’t pinpoint what is happening with Y/N yet, but she knows something isn’t right.

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A few days later Y/N sits at a park picnic table waiting, looking around nervously. Bishop comes up to the table and sits down looking at her very skeptical, “Are we here to talk about Angel? This is very ballsy of you to request this meeting. Like you asked, I didn’t tell Alvarez or anyone else about this.” She nods and speaks quietly, her voice barely comes out, “Thank you.. I really appreciate it.. I just have some questions for you... Believe it or not this has nothing to do with Angel.. Or maybe it has everything to do with Angel... I don’t know...”

He watches her confused, “What questions?” She nods, “Your name... Your real name is Obispo Losa? They call you Bishop because Bishop is Obispo in English...” He nods, “Yes...” She clears her throat and hands him a picture to look at, “That’s Maria...” Bishop interrupts, “Maria De Los Angeles Lopez.. How in the hell do you have this picture of her and I? This picture was taken over 25 years ago.” She watches him, “That’s my mom... My real mother...”

She reaches in her purse and pulls out her birth certificate and hands it to him. He unfolds it and reads it. He looks up at her and back down at the paper. “My name is on here..  Her name is on here... And this is your birth certificate... What?” He re-reads the paper confused and looks at her, “You’re my kid??” She shrugs half smiling sad, “I don’t know anything. All I know is that I was looking through some old boxes the other day and I ran across a copy of my birth certificate and that picture.. I thought.. Well... How many Obispos are there around here and you’re in that picture...”

He swallows hard starring at the birth certificate. “She never told me... I... I didn’t know...” he looks back at the picture, rubbing it a bit with his thumb deep in thought. “ I haven’t seen this picture in so long... God she was gorgeous...”

She swallows hard watching the pain in his eyes and she quietly speaks. “What... What happened with you two?” He looks ahead at nothing really, but thinking about the past, “She broke it off with me and left. I never knew why. All I knew was that I had lost the love of my life. I thought that it was the MC life that she started to hate. Then I heard that the feds offered her a lot of money to become an informant somewhere and it got her killed.” He sighs rubbing his head, “Maybe she left me because she found out she was pregnant and didn’t want to deal with the shit in my life anymore...” He shrugs.

She watches him, “Listen, Bishop. I’m not telling you this because I want something from you. I don’t need anything. From anyone. I just... I don’t know...” She sighs, “I just want some honest answers about my life. I feel like there’s probably a lot that I don’t know. That I’ve been sheltered from. I don’t know how much Gemma has never told me.”

Bishop takes a drag from his smoke and shakes his head, “That fucking puta Gemma probably knows a whole lot that we don’t know. She kept you from me your whole life probably knowing I was your dad. Without telling me shit. Just one fucking town over. She probably put Jax up to talking Alvarez and I into keeping Angel away from you.”

She swallows hard starring at him, thinking, for what seemed liked forever, “I’m sorry, what?” Her eyes start to fill up with tears, “Jax talked you and Alvarez into keeping Angel away from me?! What the fuck?! Why would you agree to that??” She stands up looking at him, tears running down her face. He stands up shaking his head, “Look, calm down. We owed Jax a favor and we figured this was nothing...”

“Nothing?! I’ve spent so much time thinking that he played me! I even yelled at him to his face!” She sits back down on the picnic table feeling sick, starting to cry harder, “I’ve been so fucking heartbroken... I’ve had to deal with so much alone.” He sits by her and puts a hand on her shoulder, “Please don’t cry... Listen... I’m sorry... I really don’t know the whole story with you and Angel. We should have sat down and talked to him about it first. Instead... We called him in for a meeting one day and told him that he wasn’t to see you or talk to you ever again. That it was a request from Jax Teller and we owed him a favor. We never gave Angel a choice. He knew that we needed SAMCRO on our side against some cartel shit.”

She looks over at him hurt, “You didn’t know... I guess there’s just a whole lot that you don’t know. Huh, Bishop?” She stands up and wipes her eyes feeling the anger start to burn in her chest, “Ironically sometimes history repeats it’s self, huh dad? I’m pregnant. I can just leave town right now like my mom did. Then maybe 20 years from now that kid can come back to town and find Angel. And you can miss out on a grand kid just like you missed out on having a daughter. If she was sick of the MC life, my mom was right then. Have a nice life, old man.”

She gets in her car and leaves. Bishop stares at her car, watching it drive away, “Fuck...”

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Opie works on his bike outside at his home’s driveway. Y/N walks up the driveway looking at him, “Hey Ope...” He stands up wiping his hands on a rag and hugs her, “Hey girl! I feel like I haven’t seen you in what? Two or three weeks? We’ve been worried.” Y/N looks down crossing her arms keeping a distance, “I have a question, Opie. I really need you to be nothing but honest with me.” He nods watching her, starting to feel more worried about how she’s looking. “Yeah girl, what’s up? You okay? What’s going on?” She stares at the concrete for a second and then looks up at him serious, “Did you know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me?” He stares at her and swallows hard not knowing what to say.

She nods fake smiling, “Oh okay, cool. So you knew about it too.. That’s fucking great!” Opie sighs brushing his hair back, “Fuck man...” He paces a bit. “We all knew... I didn’t like it, but it was MC business so I couldn’t tell you. I tried to talk Jax out of it.” She laughs nodding, “Oh it was MC business and you couldn’t tell me, huh?” She looks him in the eyes, “What about my fucking life, Opie? This is my fucking life we’re talking about here! I’m an adult! I’m a fucking human!” She wipes her eyes, “You were like my brother... I trusted you.. You’ve hurt me so badly.. You don’t even know... I figured that you probably knew about this. I just needed to make sure.” She leaves heading over to Gemma’s house.

She sits in her car from afar until she sees Clay leave on his bike. She drives over to Gemma’s driveway and parks getting  out of her car. She walks over to the front door looking down taking a deep breath and knocks. Gemma gets the door and looks at her a bit confused, “Hey babe... Why didn’t you just come in? You okay?” Y/N looks up at Gemma half smiling, “Can we talk, please?” Gemma nods, “Yeah, come in. I’ll make some coffee.”

Y/N walks in and sits down at the kitchen table, clenching her jaw watching Gemma make coffee. “Gemma, I know that Bishop is my biological father. I know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me and that everyone knew except for me. I know that my mom became an informant for the feds for the money and it got her killed. Please tell me more things about myself that I don’t know about. I’m giving you the change to be 100% honest with me and spill all the truth. No more lies and secrets.” Gemma stares down at the stove feeling a huge rock in her stomach and a lump in her throat. She turns around and walks over to the table sitting down lighting a cigarette. “Where to start...” Y/N stares at Gemma, “Start at the beginning, Gemma.”

She nods and takes a long drag, “Maria loved Bishop and he loved her right back. Since high school. They were great together, but people grow up and change. Things happen. MC things and she couldn’t take it anymore. She found out that she was pregnant with you and she wanted a better life. Not just for her, but for you. At this point your mom knew that Bishop was deep into the Mayans MC with his cousin. She had some money saved up and she left after she broke up with him. I knew some people that could help her out up north. She had a waitress job for a while that barely paid anything. A few months after she had you, she was offered an informant job for a lot of money. And she did it for 5 years. Until it got her killed.”

Gemma exhales putting the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “She had no one, but me. So I took you in, adopted you and you know the rest.” Y/N watches her, “How come you never told me about Bishop? Why didn’t you tell Bishop about me?”

Gemma looks down at the table, “I gave you a better life than he ever could have. What did he have to offer a child?” She looks up at Y/N with teary eyes. “Your mom was dead and you were my little girl. The little girl I always wanted.” Y/N swallows hard trying to hold back tears, “Who are you to have known that he couldn’t take care of me? What if he did want me? You’re so selfish!” Y/N runs out of the house getting into her car peeling out. Gemma covers her face with her hands starting to sob, feeling exhausted from keeping so many secrets and lies.

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A week later Y/N stands on the side of a street loading the back of her SUV with some groceries. Jax sits on his motorcycle and notices her from a cross the street. He looks around and puts out his cigarette getting off of his bike. He walks over to her and clears his throat. “Hey... I haven’t seen you in so long... None of us have.. You know you really hurt Gemma. I think you’re being really unfair and ungrateful. For what? Some Mayan trash?”

She pauses and turns around and looks at him. “Get out of my life, Jax. I’ll never forgive you for what you did. What you had everyone do. For always trying to control me.” He half laughs, “Come on. Get over it. You’re making this way bigger than it is. Everything I’ve ever don’t for you is for your own good. To protect you.”

She loses her patience and yells, “It’s because you’re in love with me!” He stares at her wide eyed, “What?” She exhales, “You heard me. I’ve had time to think about it. About everything. From years and years back. You are so selfish just like Gemma. You are both willing to do whatever to get your way. Lies. Secrets. If I’m not with you then I can’t be with anyone else, right?”

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You knew Warren was here, and you knew he was fighting for the opposite team. You'd seen him fly into the pyramid after Kurt, and as much as you had been dying to go help both your friends, you'd gotten trapped protecting Jean. You'd bolted around, helping both Hank and Scott when they needed, trying your best to help.

It was all too quick for you, everything seeming to pass in a blur as you had sped around, helping each person you could. You had been trying relentlessly to find Warren and speak to him, but it was no use. He was nowhere to be seen. You yelped as you suddenly appeared in the jet, giving Kurt a quick thankful smile before he disappeared once more, leaving nothing more than a small bit of purple smoke.

Noticing the Professor sitting on the floor, you made quick work of helping Jean by grabbing extra rags and antiseptic for her to clean the wound. Subconsciously you grabbed onto one of the overhead grip supports, watching as you finally took off into the air.

A pit formed in the bottom of your stomach, knowing that this was where Warren had gone. You'd heard of his injury through Kurt, and despite the urge to go save him, you knew your home was at the mansion. He knew where you'd gone, and he knew that you would welcome him with open arms, yet he hid from you. Not only did he hide, but he also joined the monster who was trying to destroy the entire world with a new set of shiny, deadly wings.

A quickly growing sense of guilt was washing over you with each passing second, yet you forced yourself to suppress it. Warren had betrayed you, horribly and you would not allow yourself to feel guilty when he always knew you would support him.

Moira's scream was faint in your ears, "What the hell was that!?"

Two thuds on the roof tore you away from your thoughts as you flicked your gaze to a magenta sword piercing through the ceiling of the jet. Jean screamed for everyone to grab onto Kurt as the roof dropped. You stumbled backward, blindly reaching for Kurt when your favorite angel suddenly dropped through the hole.

The ship lurched straight downward as your heart flew into your throat, tears quickly filling your eyes at the sight of Warren. A subconscious part of you knew Kurt wouldn't be able to teleport you all, which was why the moment Warren surged forward, you let go of Kurt and bolted towards Warren.

The all too familiar 'bamf' filled your ears as you sped forward and leaped out of the plane, your arms wrapped as tightly around Warren as you could manage as you felt yourself begin to free fall. Warren seemed to finally register that you had zipped them out of the plane when his wings soared out wide, stopping your free fall. A soft cry tumbled from your lips as Warren's arms wrapped around you tightly, and he soared towards the ground. The sound of his metal wings slicing through the air was unfamiliar to you as you waited to hear the rustle of his soft feathers.

"(Y/n)!" Warren cried out, gently pulling you away from his chest to look over you, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Content with now being on the ground, you yanked back your hand and landed a swift slap to Warren's cheek, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"What?!" Warren snapped, his eyebrows furrowing as you glared at him, "W-What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're fighting for a psychopath trying to take over and destroy the entire world!" You shouted at Warren, "I don't even know why I just saved you from that stupid plane crash!"

"Just..." Warren sighed, his hands cupping your face, "He threatened you. When I told him I wouldn't join, he threatened you, I... I didn't know what to do."

You froze, looking Warren up and down as you processed his words. Apocalypse threatened you... and that's why Warren had agreed to join him? The thought made your chest constrict, your head throbbing with this new information. Your eyes flicked over his new shiny wings, surely what Apocalypse gave to Warren for joining his side. Though you resisted, you found yourself wanting to reach out and touch the metal wings, wondering if they were as soft as his old wings.

"Warren, come back with me," You blurted out. Your eyes widened at your own words, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself, "Please, join us. We can help you. You don't have to stay with him."

"(Y/n)..." Warren sighed.

Before he could continue, you'd zipped right in front of him, a glare stern on your face, "No. Don't you dare say it's too late. That's a huge lie! It's never too late."

Warren looked towards the ground, and you felt tears pricking your eyes, "Please, Warren. Please. Come back to me. Come back to us."

Warren stood frozen before you. His eyes never stayed in one spot for too long as you watched him. You could hear Peter's scream, and you fought the urge to bolt straight to him. Peter was with the team. He was safe. Your current mission was to bring Warren back to safety. After waiting for another minute, your shoulders slumped. You were prepared to lose this battle.

However, you were taken by surprise when Warren's hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, his smiling face, and felt relief flood through your body. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and nodded towards the battle.

"Let's go kick some ass."

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 You sat down and in an instant the candles were lit. Michael sat down next to you while taking your hand in his, his fingers automatically intertwining with yours. “Make a wish (Y/N).” You closed your eyes and thought hard about what you wanted before you blew the candles out. While your eyes were still closed you felt something thick and sticky hit your nose. Upon opening your eyes you saw that it was frosting and Michael had his finger in his mouth grinning wildly. “Oh now you’re asking for it!” You picked up a hunk of cake and flung it at him but he was too fast for you to hit. Instead he appeared behind you and slathered a big glob of cake across the back of your neck. You squealed which made him laugh more and in a matter of minutes the kitchen was covered in bits of cake, icing, and broken candles. He finally slowed down and let you smother him with icing all over his neck and chest. Michael smiled and pulled you close, food coming off his shirt and sticking to yours. He wiped some of the gunk off your cheek and stuck it in your mouth. You chewed for a second and a wave of guilt overcame you. He had baked your favorite kind of cake and now it was everywhere. “Oh Michael. I’m so sorry, you must’ve worked so hard on that. I wasn’t even thinking. I feel terrible-” but he cut you off with a sweet tasting kiss. “I did work hard which is why we deserve to have some fun, no harm done. Did you like it?” You nodded, smiling up at him sweetly. “Good, because now I need help getting the icing off my wings.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you back down the hall towards the bathroom. “But what about the kitchen?” “Leave it, I’ll get it later birthday girl.”

 A few minutes later your clothes lay on the bathroom floor and the two of you were standing together under the warm water. You had your back facing him because you had never really gotten this far and you were feeling a little self-conscious about being exposed to him. There had been several occasions where you had gotten close but it never felt right to you, which Michael had always respected. His steady hand rubbing the icing off your shoulders and out of your hair calmed you though and you were glad he was taking this slow. “Okay I’ve gotten all of it off your shoulders. Want me to check if you got it all off your face?” he asked soothingly, he could tell you were a little tense. Heat rose to your cheeks and you replied shakily, “I’m not the prettiest girl you know. I mean you could do so much better. Anyone could have invited you in that night.” “Whoa whoa, what are you saying (Y/N)?” You turned around making sure to cover your chest as you looked down at your feet. “You could have anyone you want, I’m sure it isn’t me.” A finger lifted your chin gently and you found yourself looking directly in his emerald eyes. “Don’t say that. I could have left after that night, but I wanted to stay. Why would I have anyone else, when the one I want is you?” He kissed you gently and pulled your arms around his neck, wrapping his own around your waist. You pressed your body against his because it wasn’t so uncomfortable anymore, he made you feel more wanted in those few words than any lasting relationship you’d ever had. Michael pulled away first and leaned his forehead against yours, taking a deep steadying breath. “Now, when an angel shows you their wings, it’s a very sacred thing. We only show them to people we trust. I love you, I want you to see who I really am.” He said gently. He had tried to prove to you before that he really was an angel but you were always a little skeptical no matter what he did. Once he let his wings out as far as they would go in your small shower, there wasn’t a doubt left in your mind. “This vessel, it isn’t me, it’s borrowed. But this,” he gestured towards his wings, “this is the real me.” There were no words to describe their beauty, it was unlike anything you’d seen before. You reached up and stroked the delicate white wings, each feather was incredibly detailed and soft to the touch. You touched the edges closest to his shoulder, feeling what held all those feathers together twitch slightly under your fingertips. “That tickles,” he said with a smile. “Oh, sorry. Where’s the icing?” You said bringing yourself back to reality. “Right here” he moved his wings up so your hand rested on an incredibly sticky spot on his feathers. After another ten minutes of gently handing his wings, you were both icing free and your dirty clothes were thrown into the tub carelessly.