Not Normal
Warren Peace x Reader
Not Normal
Prompt: PLEASE write a warren peace imagine!! If you need an idea you could make it about a normal girl who goes the paper lantern a lot and falls for him, and how that relationship would work. But im dying so anything is fine!
Note: I’m in love with Warren Peace. This is a fact.
Warnings: Swears.
Word Count: 928
School had not been kind to you. It wasn’t that you hated school. You didn’t mind it all that much. But it was the people in it that were a pain in the ass. The Preps had everything they wanted and never had to work a day in their lives. The Athletes were practically royalty that felt entitled to basically the entire school budget.
And then there were the Art kids, like you, who spent their days in the art wing painting, sculpting, singing, and playing their days away while everyone else bathed in the spotlight.
Your sketchbook was your pride and joy, and anyone who knew you knew that. Well, they knew that and that the Paper Lantern was pretty much your second home. Not that you really knew the people there. Yet. But you were in there enough, working on your sketches, chatting with friends, and trying not to melt at the sight of the handsome server.
Today, you were there alone, sketching some flowers when he came to the table.
“You again.”
“Yep.”
“Anything I can get you to start off with?”
“Cherry Coke?”
“Coming right up.” He walked back to the kitchen, and you finally let your eyes leave your paper, watching as he left. God, he was handsome. His arms were toned and his black hair was pulled back away from his intense features. It took every bone in your body to resist sketching him then and there.
It wasn’t long before he came back to the table and set the Cherry Coke in front of you. After you had ordered, Warren looked around the mostly empty restaurant before pulling up a chair beside you.
“What are you working on?”
“Just some sketches for fun.”
“That’s actually really good.” He looked over the flowers you had drawn. “You’ve got some real talent there.”
“Thanks,” you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. “I don’t think I actually know your name.”
“Warren,” he offered his hand.
“(Y/N).”
His warm eyes locked onto yours and a soft sort of smile tugged at his lips.
“Have I seen you around school before? You seem like super familiar. Like someone I pass in the halls all the time maybe?”
“I doubt it. I go to…private school.”
“Oh, neat.”
“I’ll see you around, Picasso. I should probably do my job for once.”
You couldn’t help but grin at his nickname for you. “See ya.”
***
Warren tried not to fall for you, but he knew he was already falling. Hard. It was only a matter of time before he asked you out. And so when he finally did and the day of the first date finally rolled around, he was almost blown away by the sight of you. You were all dressed up, and for the first time in his life, it was all for him.
“You look…really nice.” He cursed himself for hesitating, but you had rendered him nearly speechless. Maybe this polo shirt was cutting circulation to his brain.
“So do you,” you reached out for his hand and he gladly slipped it into yours. God, his hands were warm. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
The date went well. The movie you had settled on was a RomCom. Cute and cheesy, and actually pretty funny. Warren took you home, and then he went home and he found himself staring at his ceiling. He was in love with you. In LOVE. And this left a very big problem:
You didn’t know he had superpowers.
Someday, he would be a superhero and you had no idea about it. You had no clue that his “private school” was actually Sky High, a school for the children of the world’s best world-savers.
He was terrified that this secret would send everything crashing down.
***
It was a nice afternoon when Warren finally told you. You were watching the sunset and counting your blessings as the love of your life wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. He was crying and you didn’t know why.
“Warr, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“You can tell me anything, I promise. Babe, why are you crying?”
He pulled away to look at your face, eyes searching yours for a long moment before letting out a long sigh.
“I’m not normal.”
“I know.” You spoke softly. His eyes widened and he visibly stiffened. “Warren, I know about your powers. I’ve known since before we were together.”
“H-how did you-”
“Not everyone can light a candle with their fingertip.”
The tears were falling faster now. You reached up to wipe them away.
“Warr, it doesn’t change anything. I love you. I love everything about you. I’m not scared of you or what you’re capable of. Just let me love you, okay?”
He was silent for a few moments, staring at you with a mix of relief and pain in his eyes. This boy had been through so much. His father was in prison, his mother had put him there, and everyone at Sky High was secretly waiting for him to crack under the pressure of being the child of a villain. And yet here you were with nothing but love in your eyes, a gentle reassuring smile painted across your features.
His arms were around you pretty quickly after that, face buried in the fabric of your sweater.
“I love you.” He mumbled. You pulled him as close as possible, holding him as tightly as you could. “I love you so much…”
“I love you too, babe.”
