Pretty Secrets
My side of a trade with @saberghatz -
A Nightangel fic in which Warren’s night to himself takes a pleasant turn, and something rather surprising is discovered…
Relationship trust building, to say the least.
Terrible things will happen in this.
(RATED R) (like a lot….)
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In Warren’s eyes, he hated Xaviers stupid school mansion for young mutants blah blah whatever. It was full of stupid kids and teenagers and adults that all either hated him, or were terrified of him and what he had done in the past.
There were too many rules- no drinking (he drank anyway), no leaving after 10 PM (good thing his window didn’t have a screen), you must be fully and appropriately dressed outside of your room, with swimming as the only exception (does Charles not know how uncomfortable shirts and swimming are for him!?)
And worst of all- no fighting.
It all went against everything Warren had grown comfortable with in his life before Apocalypse; when he ran the streets and owned the city night.
