#char:warren

[the-m3chanic]

@fallen-ww

Charity galas were just another excuse for Tony to drink his way through most of the bar, and he’d need it. He wasn’t sure how he had ever fit so seamlessly into New York’s elite society, how he had conversed so easily with the vapid socialites that surrounded him, but after coming back from Afghanistan, he had felt awkward in a tuxedo, talking away to people who had once claimed to know him.

When he spotted Warren over the crowd, he leaned against the bar, holding his hand up to the bartender for another vodka. “If Emma sent you,” he said, “I rescinded my ticket to the Club, and I’m sticking to it.” He had spent many years sitting around a table in some of the most sophisticated spots in the world with Emma, Warren and the others, deciding what way the world should turn. Tony was a different man now, or at least he tried to be.

Taking a sip of the drink that was now set in front of him, he glanced over at his old friend. He looked much the same as he had years ago, but there was a new heaviness on his shoulders, a more deeply set sadness in his expression. “It’s been a while,” he commented. “What brings you to the city? I have the press on lockdown at the minute, so you’re not getting any fun stories out of that,” he said, attempting to tease.

[lifeincarncte-blog]

@clippedwngs

Since Jean moved out of the mansion and into her own place, she had been focusing almost entirely on recovering from the Phoenix. Being surrounded by her friends and family was typically her safe place, but when the entity had used the love she had for them against them, threatening to harm them or even erase them from existence, Jean figured that she was better getting a safe distance away while she figured out what she had done differently this time to encourage it to stay the hell away. She was still very much a part of the X-Men, though, and so when demons appeared in the city and it was revealed that they were in another dimension, she was one of the first lining up outside the Professor’s office, asking how she could be of assistance.

Today, she had been assigned a mission to collect intel on what was going on in the city, involving, if necessary, venturing outside the boundaries of New York into unexplored territory. When she spotted Warren coming towards her, Jean let out a sigh of relief. Warren was one of the original X-Men, someone that she had known since she was a teenager, and she always felt safe fighting alongside him. “Here I was hoping that I’d get Hank as my partner today,” Jean teased when Warren was in front of her. “It’s good to see you, Warren.” It hadn’t been that long, surely, but it felt like an age when she wasn’t living among the team. “I guess if I was pressed, I might be able to admit that I missed you.”

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Ooo could I get M for the ROs please? :3

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Sam: yes and in an ideal world, She’d want a small ceremony with her and her spouse’s immediate family, but nothing too grand

Vivian: She doesn’t really care, she’s been to so many and been to her own thrice, the idea of another is neutral to her. if her partner wants one, she’s happy to oblige!

Warren: yes(tho gl getting him to admit it), he’d love to throw a big bash, invite the whole town, country, whatever! He wants to exclaim his marriage from the rooftops, have a ceremony so grand, no one will every forget it

Hugh: yea, that’s a hard no...ofc he’ll have a ceremony when the time comes but it’s not something he wants for himself

I’ll give a non-answer for the Styg ros as you’ll get to have this convo with them in-game(but also I’m incredibly lazy today hehe)

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If you're doing them SFW A-Z ASK: H and J 👑

H = Hugs(Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

I’m gonna do shorter answers for this one!

Yes, often: Warren, Vivian, Hugh, Marci, Damian, Eden

Yes, but they have trouble initiating physical contact: Sam, Treble

No, but they have their reasons: Beacon

J = Jealous(Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

From most to least Jealous:

Warren, Eden, Beacon, Sam, Vivian, Hugh, Damian, Treble, Marci

This goes for everyone but they’d never make their jealously mc’s problem nor act out based on those feelings. In fact, for some the realization they feel jealous is the catalyst for realizing their affection

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💫 What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

With every RO if you can or just Sam! 🌸

💫 What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

sam: Though her parents disapprove, Sam takes great pride in keeping up a strength regime and one of her fav activities is to help the staff with gathering and cutting fire wood^^

viv: She is a polyglot! Her mother is from Portugal and her father is half Korean. So, she grew up speaking a lot of different dialects and picked up a few as she studied. Y’all get to ask her about it later, so ;)

warren: He sews small sayings his brother was fond of on the linings of his clothes, a small way of keeping him alive.

hugh: he’s very good at hiding it, but Hugh is a massive germaphobe(tho i forget if they know about cells in that century, let’s just pretend okie hehe) and cleaning, while necessary, is one of his favorite pastimes, especially cleaning small, delicate, and intricate items like gears or clocks.

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“is that my shirt?" or “i love it when you laugh!" for warren ;D

oh yes!!! Love these! Tried to do both but it got so fluffy<3 deep-into-relationship!warren and she’s short, just a taste^^

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“Is that my shirt?” It was. It most certainly was his shirt. 

“Maybe.” You look down and pull at the unstarched, white linen undershirt. Freshly laundered in that specialty lavender soap he insists on using despite its price tag. It’s a really nice shirt and honestly, he should expect this kind of behavior from you by now. 

"You were gone a fortnight." It's not meant to be an accusation but you say it with your back to him, washing your face in the porcelain basin in the corner.

"I was." You hear him take a few steps into the floor, dropping his coat on your bed. "I was gone for a fortnight. But I've been away from you for longer, darling." 

You finish wiping your brow with a towel when Warren comes close enough to wrap his arms around you in a backwards hug. He kisses your shoulder before snuggling into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. 

"I missed you." 

You turn around to hug him properly. "I missed you, too." 

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Hiii, I love this game so far, regency romances are kinda a guilty pleasure of mine so this is delightful! I was a little disappointed that Ben wasn't an RO but then Warren came and hit me like an 18-wheeler and I'm 😳😳😳 Lord Hind, sir? Spare hand? 💍

All that aside, can I ask what the ROs and Hugh would have done if they'd seen MC being uncomfortable with Chad Jr.? Would any of them have stepped in?

Thank you again for this game, I'm excited for more! 🤗

Thank you😊I’m so glad you love Warren and you’re not alone in the Ben fan club hehe I appreciate all the interest he gets but idk if I could handle another ro, especially considering how his narrative fits in with the rest of the gang>> 

As for the Chad scene, I would say that yes, each of the ROs would have stepped in to help mc deal with Chad or escape from him. Although they’d each have their own way of approaching the situation^^

Sam and Hugh would be the least likely to overtly come to mc’s rescue, causing a distraction or engaging Chadley’s attention elsewhere. Warren would find a way to “cut in” and steal mc away, raising eyebrows but that is his way. Vivian would outright confront Chad on his behavior and remove mc from the situation. 

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49 for the whole crew if it hasn’t been asked already? 👀💖

It hasn’t! Thank you<3 <3

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

Sam: A strip of frayed, faded blue ribbon. Mc gave it to Sam when they were little and Sam needed a bookmark, it was a piece of mc’s favorite dress at the time. Sam has held onto it all these years, a small connection to her best friend. Like the others, Sam is very sentimental, in private hehe. 

Hugh: His retractable cane. The mechanism is beyond him but its one the first things his partner made for him and it’s been very useful over the years. Hugh is very sentimental but its not in his nature to express love with material things. He’ll cherish the gifts others give him but he prefers to spend quality time with his loved ones. 

Vivian: A small pedant her first husband made her, its resin with a pressed blue cornflower trapped inside. she tries not to be sentimental, which seems to contradict her materialism. But Vivian tries to keep the past in the past, only in her weakest moments does she dwell on what she’s lost.

Warren: A handkerchief embroidered by his mother with his initials. He’d answered with an enthusiastic no but yes, he is very sentimental. Warren is very careful with the objects other give him, he has a habit of taking little gifts from others but when the bridges burn he always remembers to return them. 

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penance for warren? 👀 and!! sun for vivian if you're okay with more than one 🥺 i love your characters sm!!

tysm<3<3 I love your characters!! I’m so excited for the demo!! Also so sorry I fell off the wheel soon after this came in!

??. penance

Do we choose the sins we pay for? Of course, choice comes in when we commit them and Warren is the last person to deny any of the things he’s done. But do we get choose penance? which of our sins will come back to haunt? which ones follows us around like a chorus of ghosts? Is the path to penance paid by the worst of our stains or must we stand on our knees with mortar in hand and build the road ourselves? 

Can someone like him even try? 

Evelyn forgave him. The saint. But the one’s forgiveness he needs, he’ll never get.

??. sun

It is not conventional to install a sunroom in your estate. Society deemed it a waste as the room wouldn’t be functional for half the year. Funny how this particular instance of waste was considered almost sinful and the whole of gentry life considered necessary, even proper. Lining one’s hallway with gilded wallpaper, manufactured by impoverished, enslaved peoples in other lands, is fashion. But Vivian’s sunroom is a waste. 

Fuck them. 

Long, thin rectangles of creamy orange and feather-soft yellow lined the floor. Vivian soaks it all in, laying on the chaise, sipping cold tea. Fuck them all. This was hers.

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THAT VALENTINE'S SPECIAL I'M

WARRENNNNNN I'M LOVE HIM

Okay, sobbing grossly about Lord Hind aside, your writing is so beautiful and thank you so much for taking the time to write this for us 😭😭

💖🥰🥰💖TYSM<3 I’m glad you enjoyed it^^ It was a lot of fun to write a more vulnerable Warren. I’m looking forward to future scenes like this! 

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An important RO question! When confronted with a trip that requires taking many bags inside, do they:

1) Take multiple trips

2) Ask for help

3) Take only one trip no matter how much they have to struggle to do so

*rubs hands together* This is the most important question I’ve ever answered about the gang! 

vivian: she’d take multiple trips, it’s no skin off her back, although she’d much rather put away groceries instead of taking in the bags

hugh: he’d ask for help, Hugh has lived long enough to know his own limits and isn’t afraid of asking for help when he needs it

sam: one trip, she’d overestimate her own strength and while she can carry all the bags in trip, it’s an effort hehe

warren: Ask for help, most likely he would weasel his way out of bringing in groceries

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hi salty, i would like to tell you that the warren angst made my heart ache and you wrote the angst nicely 🥺 but consider this— happy warren? 🥺

you’re right, I’ve been a bit mean to my son. Here’s some happy Warren!

“What’s this?” 

Warren looks up from the delicately wrapped parcel to meet your eyes. You try to rein in your smile and swat away his questions. 

“Just open it.”

“But it’s not–”

“Open it, Warren.” 

He laughs. “As the lady commands.”

It’s small, fitting neatly in the palm of his hand, covered with pale mint wrapping paper, which took longer than it should have to affix. As the paper cuts on your fingers can attest. 

He gives it a shake, holding the small cube up to his ear to listen for a rattling. 

“Warren–” You warn.  

He laughs again, setting the present back down on the table. “I can’t even guess?” 

“Warren.” 

“Alright, alright, so pushy this morning.”

It’s hard not to hold your breath as he gently pulls back the side-folds, instead of tearing the paper straightaway. Though you know how gentle and rough those hands could be.

Warren takes his time, looking up at you every so often, almost more amused with your expression, or rather effort in keeping the same expression, than the actual gift. 

His smirk fades as he finally wrests the final bit of paper away and opens a mundane looking box. 

He doesn’t look up from the contents and there’s a seriousness to his voice as he asks, “is this…”

“It is.” 

Inside in the box, carefully supported by fabric, is your family’s signet ring, the Merritt crest engraved in the smooth gold. Warren pulls it out of the box and lays it on his palm, inspecting the ash tree at the center of the crest. It is a long time before he finally looks up at you. His eyes are glossy but his expression is firm and it makes a part of you ache. 

“Are you sure?” 

You reach out to close his fingers around the ring. “Of course, I am.” 

“Darling, I–”

“–Evelyn told me that the Hind ring is– is with Henry and it’s not like I have a brother who can wear this over-sized thing and you always said you felt like taking my name when we got married, so I just thought, maybe, I don’t know.” It's a rush as you ramble on. You were more confident about this when wrapping it up. But you wanted to do something nice for him after….well, everything. 

His other hand comes to rest over top yours and now when you meet his eyes, tears have gathered at the corner, making the green of his eyes almost blue. 

“I would be honored. I love it. I love–” you. It’s almost there on the tip of his tongue but your arms around him. You feel him smiling in the crook of your shoulder, even as his tears began to wet your dress. 

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Just realized I’m taller than Warren 👀

Ain’t nothing wrong with that!!

“You get to see my lovely face from unique angle, darling!” He winks shamelessly at you. 

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💗💓💞💕💕💖💘💝💕❣️💜🖤🤍🤎💔💙💚💛🧡🧡❤️ I’m not even sure what hearts were part of the questions, but all the hearts for all the glorious babes.

Oh my!!! All this love!! It’s turning the salty depths of my heart into sugar!! Hehe Thank you for all the hearts, Anon<3 <3 <3 The ROs send them back in droves<3 <3

I was going to try and answer as many as I could but instead I ended giving each RO their own in depth answer to a different question each, if that makes sense? It’s late when I’m answering this:) Also under the cut, cuz long!

💘— What was one of the first things that attracted them to their partner?

I’m changing this one to be “when did they first realize they were crushing?” to better fit Sam^^ 

The carriage lurched to a stop, taking Sam’s stomach with it. She felt the contents of dinner threatening to debut on her mother’s new muslin gown. But somehow she managed to keep it down, even as the door to the carriage opened and her mother ushered out. 

Foxhall loomed large, but any unease at the prospect vanished as her eyes met Miss Merritt. Then her stomach began to flip for different reasons as Miss Merritt beamed. 

oh no.

Sam does her best to take her best friend’s outstretched hand without trembling and grimacing as they go inside. But something tells her this new kind of unease wouldn’t be leaving her soon.

 💕— What makes them feel connected to their partner?

It was to be a short trip. A week away. Vivian could last a week without her partner. She’d spent the better part of the past two years alone. What was one week. 

Turns out one week was harder than Vivian expected. 

She rotates out this month’s fixations rather quickly and trying to read the novel’s her love recommended was too much. So, instead, Vivian spends much of the week in the garden, her knees caked in mud, as she pruned and pruned the rose bushes. But when even that was too much, she sat underneath the great old ash tree at the center of the estate ground, running her fingers across the sets of carved initials. The first belong to someone long gone, the other to someone who would come back to her. And that was enough for her.

❣️— When do they first say I love you?

Warren doesn’t do “I love you”s. He loves his pets, his niece, and nephew, handing out “ily”s without a care. But he doesn’t do those kinds of “I love you”s. 

The kind with weight and intent. The kind that turn even the sharpest tongue to lead. The kind that leave you breathless and without a thought to your name. He doesn’t do “I love you”s. Or at least he didn’t used to. 

He doesn’t say it the first time you kiss, back pressed up against brick and mortar, his hand bunching up your skirts. He doesn’t say it the day he introduces you to his remaining family. He doesn’t say it, even when you catch the affection in his eyes as he watches you play with Matilda and Junior. He doesn’t say it on your wedding day, not even as you swap tears during your kiss, not even as you call each other, yours.

Instead, Warren exhales those three little words as you are passing him something mundane, a book or something he’d asked for. It’s not rushed or said with embarrassment. No, he tells you he loves you in the same way he would say “thank you”, causal and sure. And once he does. He finds himself unable to stop. “I love you” slips from his lips as easy as your name does, punctuating his sentences, filling those small moments of quiet when you’d almost forgotten you were in the same room. Warren didn’t do “I love you”s, until he met you.

🧡— How do they say thank you/show appreciation?

It wasn’t heroic or anything. You just did what anyone else there should have done. The poor horse wasn’t at fault either. If anyone should be taking responsibility for this disaster of an afternoon outing, it should be Janet. But she got what she came for, to be seen on Mr. Langley’s arm. 

And poor Mr. Langley, being the object of Janet’s attention might be worse than calming a spooked horse and being thrown off into a pond. You begin to undo the soggy mess that used to be the bun your hair was in, plucking each metal pin with idle precision. That’s when you notice the cream envelope sitting on your dressing table, unaddressed, freshly sealed. You look around to ask one of the staff but it seems they are still with the group on the lawn.  It’s a rather short note, two words and delicate-looking flower chain. Thank you. You smile a bit brighter in the looking glass. “You are welcome, Hugh.”

these were so fun to write^^ If y’all have any small snippet requests, feel free to send them 💙

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saw this going around and I was curious! included Janet and Ben(not ros) for fun! and I may have made everybody super tol lmao 

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ik i might be asking a bit too much, but bath scene for all the ros? feel free to ignore if you have too much on your plate for the moment!

So, it’s technically not what you asked for but I had a lot of fun with this one! The gang all together, platonic hangs are my favorite scenes! I can’t wait to write the scenes with them all together. 

I imagine this is happening later in the game once things have been dealt with hehe. Also, I didn’t write any romance into the scene as that’s a valid course for the game, friendship’s in the title! Also, I didn’t really do any research into bath-houses during the Regency, so please don’t mind the historical inaccuracies. 

“So, not to be a bummer but I hardly think they’ll just let us all hang out.” 

Hugh and Vivian pause their conversation to give Warren a look. 

“What I mean is that, despite the novelty of the concept, I doubt the bath-house organizers will just allow the five of us to take a dip together.” Warren goes on, pointing to you, Sam, Hugh, Vivian, and himself to illustrate the point. 

Vivian begins to laugh, ignoring Warren completely, heading towards the dressing rooms. Sam is quick to follow, shrugging sheepishly. You doubt she is over her own reservations but the Roman-inspired bathhouse installation is brand new and surely, an afternoon with steam and good company is exactly what you all need. 

Hugh gives a similar shrug but smiles when you catch his eye. “I don’t think they’ll be having a say in the matter, especially when Ms. Fortescue seems so eager.” 

Warren rolls his eyes but lets Hugh lead him into their dressing room, giving you a wave as they go. 

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“Bloody boiling!” 

You look up from your corner of the room, to watch Sam as she puts a single foot into the recessed pool that serves as your bath. The entire room is technically a “bath”, with entrances to the different dressing rooms. This room is meant to be used by families but Vivian’s scowl and Hugh’s efforts on her behalf managed to convince the staff to let you use it communally. 

“It is a bath, dear Miss Renolds. Surely a little heat is warranted.” Vivian calls from the other side of the pool, body fully submerged in the warmth of the bath. Unorthodox but the baths aren’t meant for actual cleaning, but rather to soak in. The social rules aren’t so clear here and thus you’ve all made assumptions to operate on. In order to preserve comfort, you all are wearing rather banal shift-like garments, a bathing suit if you will. 

It’s certainly strange but being around your friends has made the process rather easy. Well, easy for you. Sam is….having trouble. 

She dips another foot in but remains on the edge of the pool. 

“Too hot. I’d much rather sit here if that’s alright.” 

You smile gently, giving her a nod. 

She looks like she’s about to say something more when the door to one of the dressing rooms opens and in walk Hugh and Warren. Both in similar long shifts. 

“Really, boys. I believe that was a quarter-hour for the pair of you to undress. Anything hold you up?”

Hugh blushes at Vivian’s tease but bites back. “Clothing can be challenging, too many buttons and ties. Though I suppose that’s your area of expertise.”

She tsks and returns to her soaking but you spot a small smile on her lips. 

Warren, on the other hand, wastes no time running into the pool, sloshing the heated water in his wake. 

You put up your hands but the damage is done, none of you are left dry. Even Sam is left soaking in the aftermath, her golden curls now a dark brown matted to her face. 

“Warren Hind, you–you absolute–”

She reaches out as if to grab him but Warren is quicker and manages to weasel away from her grasp. Sam is left reaching forward and falls further into the pool, now more or less completely in the bath, looking like a very angry wet cat. 

“Apologies Samantha, but some of us are a bit eager,” is the rogue’s response as he heads your way, taking a seat on the bench-like outcrop in the pool, so one may actually sit in the bath. He is close enough that you can make out each individual droplet on his cheek but not so close you feel uncomfortable. 

The sight of them all, your closest friends, together. It manages to warm you up more effectively than the water and you find your cheeks are beginning to hurt from the smiling. 

Yes. This was a very good idea, indeed.