𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄
sky high x reader | warren peace x black! fem! reader headcannons
a/n - reader has the same powers as violet parr (incredibles)
You were a transfer from Supersonic Prep when you started your freshman year at Sky High. Your father was a civilian, and your mother was Jetstream's arch-nemesis back in the day.
Your mom spent most of your childhood locked up, leaving your father to raise you. Though, because he was a normie, you weren't exactly brought up in superhero society. At Supersonic, you were made fun of for your lack of control over your powers.
So, you decided to go to Sky High for a fresh start.
You and Warren met for the first time in Mad Science class (though more like saw each other for the first time)
Mr. Medulla introduced you to the class, and when Warren saw you, at first, he paid you no mind.
Sure, you were a pretty girl, and he might've stolen a few glances, but he still kept to himself. Girls like you didn't associate with guys like him.
Or at least that's what he thought.
It wasn't until a floating tray of chicken nuggets plopped down next to him at lunch that he was proven otherwise.
Under his glare, you realized that you had gone invisible and apologized, reappearing right in front of his eyes. You introduced yourself, and he said nothing, but you happily pressed on anyway, talking off his ear until the period was over.
And from then on you remained attached at his hip.
You were his lab partner, his seat mate, his lunch buddy. Hell, you even sat next to him on the bus ride to school. Even with his brooding silence and rare barbs, you refused to give up, always kind, always bubbly, always patient, always trying to start a conversation.
It went on like this for months.
At first, Warren was annoyed. You were just so happy all the time. Even when you had no reason to. It confused him. And all your sunshine-y-ness was messing with his image. People were beginning to talk.
Not that he cared... necessarily. But he did have a reputation to uphold.
He was Warren Peace, son of Baron Battle. He couldn't let people think he was going soft (he wasn't as secure in himself in freshman year as he was in junior)
So, on one fateful day, you were at his lunch table, talking like you usually did about a class that was giving you trouble, or a new movie you wanted to see, when he suddenly snapped.
He shouted for you to leave him alone, that he didn't care, calling the attention of the entire cafeteria. Everyone turned to look at you, some laughing, some oooing, as you sat there embarrassed.
At the look on your face, Warren realized he messed up. But before he could take it back you went invisible, leaving him by himself.
From then on, you remained silent.
Didn't speak, didn't smile, didn't look at him. You didn't even eat lunch with him anymore, leaving him back to his lonesome. Warren hadn't realized how much he enjoyed the sound of your voice until it was gone. He missed your stories, missed your presence, missed seeing you. But out of class, you kept yourself invisible.
He felt like a major league asshole. And after a week of silence he couldn't take it anymore.
That night he came to your house in true rom-com fashion, tossing a few pebbles at your window in an attempt to get your attention. (he hated the cliche but was willing to make the sacrifice)
Easy to say you were less than pleased to see him. But he delivered a very heartfelt and vulnerable apology for his behavior, and promised that he'd never do so again.
So, you reluctantly agreed. And after witnessing his true change in tune at school, things went back to the way they were.
Only better.
For the next two years, the two of you were genuinely attached at the hip, your relationship leagues ahead of what it was before. Warren no longer brooded when you talked, and instead sported an easy smile. He wasn't nearly as talkative as you, but now threw in his two cents every once in a while.
After school, you both had work (your father owned the local supermarket), but the weekends were yours. Movies at the multiplex, hangouts at your house, study dates in your room. You hadn't realized how incredibly smart Warren was until he started helping you with your homework. And your new grades thanked you.
Warren always insisted on walking you everywhere. To class, from class, home. Now that you were friends, you got scary dog privileges, whether you liked it or not. You tried to tease him about it, but he always said it was to keep Lash and Speed off your back (your lack of control over your powers made you a prime target for teasing), and with your luck you'd probably get attacked by some giant robot on the walk home.
In exchange, you kept him out of trouble.
Warren was never one to shy away from a fight. And with his rather short temper at times, fights were often. You were the lovely little angel on his shoulder that reasoned with him whenever the urge to barbecue arose.
"Warren..."
"...Yes."
"I have Yearbook today. You get detention again and I'm gonna have to walk home tonight by myself."
"..."
"..."
"Fine."
Though, on the few occasions he did manage to fight, you were always there to patch him up; gentle, albeit firm, as you treated his cuts and scolded him for his recklessness, much to his amusement.
Deep down, Warren wanted to believe that you weren't making him soft... but the proof was in the pudding.
You were just so sweet and adorable and gullible. He knew certain people at school would jump at the chance to take advantage.
And it only got worse once you both became upperclassmen,
Somehow, you became popular almost overnight. Lovesick freshman were crushing on you, envious sophomores were trying to be you, leering seniors were waiting for you to mess something up.
Warren was working overtime defending you on all sides and despising a newly admitted Will Stronghold, all the while keeping you blissfully unaware and remaining the supportive pillar as you began to make more friends.
You always assured him that he held a special place in your heart, and out of all the new company you had, he was still your real best friend. And he had always rolled his eyes, assuring that you could save the sappy stuff.
But later on, he began to wonder why your words brought him such comfort and such... happiness.
In fact, it wasn't until he was hoisting up his 3rd or 4th freshman by the scruff of the neck, telling them to leave you the hell alone, that it suddenly hit him.
He liked you... like liked you-liked you.
Like... really liked you (very much a she fell first, he fell harder situation)
Though, by the time he realized this, Homecoming had already arrived
You were very disappointed when Warren hadn't asked you. You both had always gone together, and this time you had been fighting off proposals from guys of all grades for weeks. And it didn't help that he and Layla had been getting particularly close.
You summed it up to him just not being into you, no matter how much it hurt, and settling for going to Homecoming by yourself.
Of course, the night didn't go to plan (Royal Pain, the bullies, the falling school), but regardless of the odd terms you were on, the two of you protected each other
And when all was said and done, Warren finally pulled you aside and spilled his guts, much to your surprise. It was the most nervous you'd ever seen him, given you'd never heard him stutter before, or clear his throat so much.
When you'd heard enough, you shut him up by grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him into a kiss. He was surprised, to say the least, eyes wide, but he didn't fight it, instead pulling you closer.
In fact, you had gotten so excited that you turned invisible mid-kiss, and when Warren re-opened his eyes he realized he was kissing the air, an amused smile finding its way onto his face.
"Uh, (y/n)... you—"
"What—Oh! Sorry!"
*chuckles* "Don't be..."
From then on, the two of you are official.
Warren isn't exactly one for PDA past maybe a hand at the small of your back, or a rare hand hold. At lunch he'll let you rest your legs over his lap or lay your head on his shoulder. At very most he'll give you a kiss on the cheek before leaving for class, but that's only if he's really feeling it.
Similar goes for nicknames. He can't stand the sappy babes and cuties and sweethearts. He'll call you by your name or a shortened version of it, but nothing more. And he would sincerely appreciate if you did the same.
But let's be honest, Warren is a big softie and an even bigger romantic
He may not like to do much in public, but in private he is a huge sweetheart
Movie dates at his house with Paper Lantern takeout are a staple. Secretly loves it when you sit in his lap or sprawl yourself over him while you watch. Loves it even more when you get bored and start peppering his face with kisses. It always turns into a cute little makeout session.
He rarely ever initiates but is always game whenever you are.
Once Zach told Warren to try the "yawn-method" to get his arm around you.
And he did.
And you laughed.
"Did you... Did you just try the yawn method on me?"
"..."
"..."
"...No?"
Safe to say, that was the reddest you had ever seen him
He actually gets pretty flustered when you compliment him. He's not used to them and hasn't gotten down what exactly he's supposed to do or say
He genuinely has a hard time saying no to you. Honestly believes you're his Kryptonite
Homework assistance? On it. Help carrying your books? He's already taking them from you. Forgot your lunch money? Get out of line, he already bought it for you.
Very gentlemanly. Always holding open doors for you, always pulling out your chair for you, always pays whenever you two go out together.
Silent jealous type, and more often than you'd think
Sometimes he gets the idea in his head that you're too good for him because of how nice and open and outwardly beloved you are by everyone in school, compared to him being openly feared
So when he sees some boy-next-door sophomore or Mr. Popular senior strike up a conversation with you, he can't help but feel a little green-eyed
Warren will actually die before he admits this to you though
Won't make a big scene but will death glare the guy from across the room. Likes to seethe in it.
Only makes a move when the guy gets too touchy or you're visibly uncomfortable. Towers behind you like a terrifying shadow.
"C'mon, babe, we can—O-oh! Hey, Peace!"
"..."
"Don't worry, man. We were just talkin'."
"..."
"Really. I—"
"Leave."
A tad possessive, if you didn't already pick that up.
Likes it when you wear his jacket, or a shirt of his when you two are alone. Makes him feel good seeing you in it.
You two almost never fight. You were really good friends before you started dating so know each other and your pet peeves quite well.
The only thing I can really imagine you fighting about would be how much he keeps his feelings bottled up, but even then that would be a civilized conversation, not a fight.
He never EVER raises his voice at you, can't physically bring himself to
He may not say it but he loves (yes, loves) you a lot and is loyal to a fault, so if you stick with him through high school, you've honestly got him for life
