#emilia harcourt x reader

[vigsilantes]

[Meeting up after a mission, Y/N and Adrian didn't completely follow the plan for the mission] Emilia: What the fuck is wrong with you two?! Adrian: Woah that’s rude. Y/N: Yeah, you can’t even start with “hey” or something? Emilia: Hey guys! What the fuck is wrong with you two?!?

[jeysbvck]

late night talking

@peacemakernet event 02: once more, with feeling!

Emilia Harcourt x gn!reader

warnings: none really, other than language and fluff.

word count: 3k

summary: "I didn't hate you." Emilia mumbled. "You scared me." Emilia Harcourt drunkenly confesses her feelings to you.

The fact that you and Emilia were best friends sometimes baffled you. You were such different people, she was a blunt, brutal badass, while you, although badass in your own right, you were not blunt and you certainly weren't brutal. Because of that, you sometimes wondered if you truly belonged on the Task Force, even John - who was more often than not the getaway driver - had some brutal moments. Emilia was quick to remind you that, despite your feelings, you had proven time and time again, that you did belong on the team, and one of those times was in fact, how you became best friends.

For months when you first joined the team, Emilia would act like you didn't exist, for the most part. She never let it jeopardize the mission, keeping her personal feelings separate like a true professional; but it was always awkward, and you often found yourself watching from the outside as she bonded with everyone else. You spent far too much time wondering why she hated you, especially when she had never taken the time to get to know you.

Despite the cold shoulder, you couldn't help but be enamored by Emilia. You tried to call it anything else, but in the end, you had to admit defeat and call it what it was; a crush. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice when you stared at her for a little too long, and there was no chance of you getting tongue-tied around her when she barely said two words to you. You didn't pay attention to your feelings too much, you figured it would pass eventually. Besides, you weren't her type anyway, and there had been gossip amongst the other members of the team about Emilia and Chris.

It wasn't until you threw yourself in front of a bullet for her, that she began to soften towards you. When you woke up in hospital 4 days later, Adrian and Emilia were both at your bedside. Adrian was eating jello and watching television, his feet on the bed you were lying in, while Emilia had her head hung back over the chair.

"I'm pretty sure that jello was meant for me." You croaked. Emilia's head shot up like a pinball, while Adrian just shrugged, making a popping sound as he pulled the spoon from his mouth.

"Well, you weren't eating it." Adrian replied. He jumped up and patted your shoulder. "Do you want some water? You sound awful."

"Adrian, don't be a fucking dick!" Emilia chastised, making you chuckle. Adrian ignored her as he put the cup of water and straw to your lips and you finished it in record time.

"Thank you." You said to Adrian, before turning to Emilia. "Hey Harcourt, I'm surprised to see you."

"She hasn't left your side." Adrian said before Emilia could, which made her blush furiously.

"You haven't?" You turned to Emilia, who just shrugged.

"I'm the leader of the team. How would it look if I didn't stay?" She asked.

"John said it's because you've been an ass to them and now you feel guilty as shit." Adrian piped up again.

"Yeah? Well John's fucking dead, and if you don't get out of here, you'll be joining him." Emilia snapped, her cheeks getting redder, due to embarrassment or anger, you could only guess.

"Okay well," Adrian said as he stretched. "I'm gonna go. I'm glad you're not dead, bye!"

"Love you too!" You shouted after him, as he waved without turning around.

Once Adrian had left, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted. It was stifling and awkward, and you didn't know what to say. Luckily, Emilia broke the silence.

"Thank you. For, you know..." She trailed off, and you gave her a shy smile.

"You don't have to thank me." You replied, but she shook her head.

"No, I do. I've been such a bitch to you, and you still saved my life."

"Whether or not you hate me, you're still part of the team. I wasn't gonna stand there and watch you get shot." You looked away from her and down at your hands as you played with a loose thread on the hospital sheet.

"I don't hate you." Emilia replied, your eyes snapping back up to her. "I just don't like change, especially when I'd just got used to the way the team was. But that's no excuse. I'm sorry."

You smiled and shrugged. "It's fine, Harcourt. I'm fine, everything's fine."

"Emilia." She said with a small smile. "Call me Emilia."

****

After a very stressful, but luckily successful, mission, you and the rest of the team were supposed to be clearing everything away, but instead, you were drinking the various bottles of alcohol stashed around the office. The general consensus was that a drink was needed, and you couldn't agree more. You and Emilia were lounging on the sofa, legs tangled up together, while John and Leota, and Chris and Adrian were playing a multiplayer video game. You were too busy watching the game and laughing at everyone's competitiveness to notice Emilia staring at you.

Emilia still held onto some guilt over your brush with death. Even though you'd assured her that you were more than okay, and even though you were both thick as thieves now, she still couldn't shake the feeling. She thought back to when you were in the hospital when everyone was waiting for you to wake up. The feeling that you might not wake up scared Emilia in more ways than she was willing to admit out loud. She had been scared of the change you brought with you, scared of the change in dynamic you might have on the team. But she was more scared of the feelings she felt when you walked in that very first day, with your bright eyes and even brighter smile.

Emilia said the same thing to each member of the team when they mentioned it to her, they're new, I don't trust them, I'm closed off with everyone, but they were all excuses. As much as she might protest, Leota, John, Chris, and even Adrian had become family. Emilia wasn't stupid, she could see the rejection etched across your face when you thought nobody was looking. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to open up a dialogue with you. She didn't trust herself to open up to you, but she didn't know why.

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. She knew exactly why she didn't want to let you in. From the moment you walked into the shitty office and you flashed her a huge grin, looking so full of innocence and hope, something in her shifted, and she was terrified. Then, the more time you spent around the team, getting everyone to love you, consistently proving that you were more than an asset to the team, and just being so fucking nice to everyone, even when they didn't deserve it, Emilia started to panic; her feelings from the first day were getting stronger. So she distanced herself even more from you, if that was even possible.

Ultimately, Emilia was glad things had worked out. You were alive, and you and she had gotten closer; she just hated that you almost died before she got her head out of her ass.

"Emilia? Hey Em!" You yelled, clicking your fingers in her face, bringing Emilia back to the present. She blinked a few times, and she saw you grinning at her, already stood up.

"Sorry, I zoned out." She apologized and you laughed.

"Yeah, I noticed! Do you wanna crash at mine? Everyone else is staying here, I think."

Emilia nodded, reaching her hand out so you could pull her up. "Let's go."

****

When you and Emilia got back to your apartment, you probably should have gone straight to bed. Instead, you grabbed supplies from the kitchen - more alcohol and some snacks - while Emilia headed straight for your bed and scrolled Netflix for something to watch, eventually ending up on The Office. You loved spending time with everyone on the team, but these were the times you truly held close to your heart; when it was just you and Emilia, when she dropped her guard, going from Harcourt, the hard-ass leader of the 11th Street Kids, to Emilia, your soft-ass best friend.

When you became friends, your crush never once crossed your mind, you were just happy that she had not only warmed up to you, but you'd become best friends and each other's confidants. She had spent so long pretending you don't exist, refusing to be in the same room alone with you, and now you couldn't get rid of her. You spent your days working with her and rooming with her on missions, then going home and spending your free time together. Every time you doubted yourself, every time she doubted her skills as the leader, you were there to lift each other up. Every time you called her, she picked up, and every time you needed her, there she was. You already had her in your life, you didn't need anything more. Or so you thought.

"Would you date anyone on the team?" Emilia asked unexpectedly, using the beer to wash down the chips she'd just eaten. It was totally out of the blue, you were both sitting in a comfortable silence as you ate, drank, and watched The Office. Your mind instantly conjured up images of you and Emilia dating, acting like a couple during missions, and having secret trysts in the office. You finished your beer and shook your head slightly, hoping both these actions would erase the images you had spent months pushing down.

"I've...uh, never thought about it." You lied, pulling a bottle of wine from the side of the bed, more so in an attempt to hide your face.

"So think about it!" She said, a little too loudly. "Would you date Chris?"

You snorted and shook your head. "Fuck, no!" You laughed, making Emilia cackle. "I love him, but come on, he's a bit of a dick!"

"He's handsome though." Emilia mused, and you felt your face heat up. You took a sip of wine straight from the bottle and shrugged.

"I guess, if you're into that...pro wrestler look."

"Adrian's more your type right? The scrawny, nerdy look? Yeah, you'd totally date Adrian."

You raised your eyebrow slightly, you thought you detected a little jealousy in her voice. You thought about dating Adrian, for a split second, and you shook your head.

"Adrian definitely has way more of a shot than Chris, but I still wouldn't date him." You replied. "I know way too much about that guy!"

Emilia laughed again, the sound was like music to your ears, and your curiosity got the better of you. "So, why are you asking me about dating someone on the team?"

You almost didn't want to know the answer; everyone on the team knew that Chris was practically in love with Emilia, he wasn't exactly subtle about it, and you knew that whatever relationship Emilia and Chris had was getting stronger. It was another reason you knew you didn't have a chance with Emilia, if she was going to date anyone on the team, it was going to be Chris.

"I've just been...thinking about things lately." Emilia said, her words slurring slightly, due to the alcohol.

"About dating someone from the team?" You questioned. "Chris, right?"

Your heart was in your throat as Emilia stared at you. She had perfected her poker face over the years, and you hated it. You hated it was the one thing you couldn't penetrate, you couldn't gauge how she was feeling, or what she was thinking. Out of nowhere, she let out a loud, drunk cackle, taking you completely by surprise.

"Chris?!" She said through the laugh. "You're fucking with me, right?" She saw your face, realized you weren't laughing and her own quickly subsided. "No, it's not Chris."

"But, it is someone?"

Emilia rolled her eyes as she reached over and took the wine bottle from your hands. She popped the lid off and took a large swig from the bottle, and handed it back to you, ignoring the question.

You frowned and nudged her leg with your foot. "Come on Em! I'm your bestie, you're obligated to tell me!"

If looks could kill, she'd have struck you down with this one. She hated the term bestie, and you knew it. You giggled as she snatched the wine back from you and you nudged her again. "Tell me!"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay? I've had way too much to drink." She replied, taking another sip of the wine.

"Yeah, that excuse isn't gonna fly when you're still drinking! Why won't you tell me?"

"Seriously. Just drop it." Emilia was beginning to sound like she did when she was talking to the team about a mission, and you knew you were getting under her skin. You also knew you should stop pushing, but you couldn't. You had to know why she wouldn't tell you this, of all things.

"Emilia!" You whined, which made her audibly groan. "You tell me everything!" When she didn't respond, you shifted onto your knees and scooted closer to her. "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!" You badgered, shaking her arm gently as you did.

"It's you, okay! It's you!" Emilia yelled.

You froze, your mouth agape, your hand still on her arm. Your eyes were locked with Emilia's and for the first time, you saw fear in her eyes; fear that had nothing to do with a mission and everything to do with you.

"You-you want to date me?" You squeaked. Emilia broke eye contact as she shrugged, swapping the wine bottle for her half-empty bottle of beer.

"I'm drunk, I don't know what I'm saying." She replied, to which you scoffed.

"Again, that isn't gonna fly." You said. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Emilia questioned, and you sighed.

"Emilia!" You scolded. You raised your hand, ready to shove her, but she was too quick for you and she caught your wrist. Her grip was strong, but she was definitely holding back, and you stared her in the eyes. "Did you mean it?"

The fearful look was still there, and it confirmed everything you were asking. Drunk or not, she meant what she said, she was just scared. Scared of losing your friendship, scared of everything changing. You took her hands in yours and held onto them tightly.

Emilia's eyes widened, before they quickly narrowed. "Are you fucking with me? Is this pity?"

"You know I couldn't do that." You said softly. "Unless of course, you didn't mean it. Then I'm lying." You grinned, which Emilia reciprocated.

"I meant it." She whispered. "I've felt this way for a while. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Dating changes everything and I didn't want things to change."

"You know Em, things have changed already." You pointed out. Emilia narrowed her eyebrows and you continued. "You weren't close to the team at the beginning, and now look at you! Don't forget, you also hated me at the beginning too."

"I didn't hate you. You scared me." Emilia mumbled, and you couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Emilia Harcourt being scared of you. "Hey, I'm being serious! You walked into my life and it was like a breath of fresh air. My world got brighter, like I had never truly seem colour before until you, and I didn't understand, I didn't like it and I wasn't ready for it. So I pushed you away. Not that you got the fucking message."

"Well, I've always had a soft spot for pretty people who are complete assholes to me." You grinned.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Emilia said, before you both laughed.

"Okay, so now might be a good time to admit that...I've always had a crush on you." You confessed, making Emilia gasp dramatically as she put her hands over her mouth.

"You had ulterior motives regarding our friendship?!"

"You're an idiot." You giggled as you poked her in the shoulder.

"An idiot you have a crush on."

"Mmm, real glad I confessed." You said, rolling your eyes affectionately.

"I am. All I've wanted to do is, you know, hold your hand, go on dates, and all that other fucking sappy shit."

Emilia held her hands out in front of you, palms up, and you took them, your fingers entwining together.

"That was so romantic." You replied. "Please tell me more about this "other fucking sappy shit" as you so eloquently put it."

"I could...or I could kiss you?"

There was nothing you could do to stop the grin from spreading on your face, the blushing of your cheeks, or the eruption in your heart. Emilia had gained her confidence back; between your confession and the way you turned to putty at the mere thought of kissing Emilia, she didn't have anything to fear now, and it also boosted her ego a little.

"I'm gonna need verbal consent, or at the very least, a nod." Emilia instructed, and you nodded your head like a bobble head figurine.

Once again, you were frozen, only this time, Emilia was leaning in. Her eyes left yours for a split second, to glance at your lips, and your tongue ran over them instinctively. Your heart was hammering against your chest, beating loudly in your ears, but when her hand touched your cheek and her lips touched yours, everything slowed down. With her hands on your cheeks, yours in her hair, and your tongues dancing together, everything felt perfect, everything in the world felt right.

Emilia was the first to pull away, which made you whine as you pouted. Emilia laughed at you as she pushed your hair from your face.

"We should've done that a long time ago." Emilia said, taking your hands back in hers. The fear from her eyes had completely disappeared, in it's place was happiness.

"Maybe we would've been, if you hadn't spent so long trying to hate me."

"Shut up." Emilia laughed.

You finally shifted how you were sat, taking your place back next to Emilia, only this time, she pulled you under her arm and you nestled into her side.

"You're my light, you know? When I feel like I'm lost in the darkness, it's like you guide me home, and bring me back."

You hummed and lifted her hand up to your mouth, kissing it gently.

"Hey...shall we both just...not turn up tomorrow? We could celebrate this turning point in our relationship by spending the day in bed?" You proposed, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. Emilia chuckled at you and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

"That sounds perfect. I'll just text the team and give them the day off."

While Emilia did that, you snuggled back into her side and closed your eyes, and pretty soon you had fallen asleep on Emilia's shoulder, feeling content, safe and happy.

[tasmpeter]

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🩸 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . night shift

one: back in hell

— summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

— pairings: adrian chase x vampire/stripper!reader , emilia harcourt x vampire/stripper!reader

— warnings: sexual themes (lap dances, stripping, mentions of sex, making out, implied sex, public making out), murder and violence, swearing, implied abusive relationship with original male character. 18+ minors dni

— authors note: lol what’s with me and love triangles, i can’t help it. i still haven’t figured out who the reader will end up with at the end because i love adrian so much, i can’t help but want him at all times lol. so let me know who you suggest reader should end up with! but i’m finally publishing this work in progress i’ve had forever!! i’m so excited. also, female pronouns are used for the reader. reader also has a stripper name/stage name of Roxy and wears a pink wig while stripping. if any of these descriptions are not what you are looking for in a fic, i suggest you don’t read!

masterlist 🩸 night shift masterlist

In the sixty seven years you have been alive, you have been many different people. (Dr. Julie Dano, Professor Kathleen Cooper, Ms. Pamela Brown.) However, you have never moonlighted as a stripper. Being a vampire wasn't easy. You required a lot of blood — constantly — and easy access to men's necks was required in any position you decided on. Being a doctor was the easiest position. Being a stripper was something that never really crossed your mind the last forty five years of being a vampire. You chose safe, respectable, positions and didn't really draw any attention to yourself. You've grown tired over the last forty five years of playing nice.

Evergreen wasn't a place you decided you would call home. You stuck to big cities — Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Miami — and never stayed for more than ten years at a time. You had been on your way out of Seattle, headed to Portland, when you stopped to get gas in a ghost town. A town that you don't think much of. When you were filling your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt — it was your fathers and occasionally you were grateful you were born in 1957 — when you spotted the flashing neon light across the street. You couldn't help but smirk as you saw the name of the club, The Landing Strip. It has been forty five years since you had real fun, and decided to walk inside.

The club was what you expected from a small town strip club. Velvet carpets, purple neon lighting, a few seats scattered around the pole in the center, and a dimly lit bar. You asked the guy at the bar if they were hiring. (You were grateful you were wearing a low cut tank top and your good push up bra). They hired you almost instantly. (Guess they don't get that many new hires).

You found a cute little two bedroom house on the outskirts of Evergreen, close to the club and the truck stop. When signing the closing papers — you paid cash and the buyer wasn't going to turn down that —, you needed to chose a new identity to go by in the town. (You couldn't be traced, you learned that a while ago. Never give you your real name, and never ever use a credit card). Roxy was slutty enough for the strip club, but tame enough to sign on closing papers.

Staying in Evergreen wasn't what you had planned, but the club paid you handsomely and you were often left alone after that. (The men at the club paid you handsomely. Mainly for you to not gossip to the town that you just gave a lap dance to a married man). They usually never lived long enough to have their reputations ruined.

You weren't sloppy with your eating habits. You chose your targets carefully and with purpose. Married men only on Wednesdays. You only killed men. (Go ahead, say that you are a female justice warrior or whatever. You just had a deep hatred for men as a whole). Sure, maybe you got sloppy on the occasional bad day or shitty customer, but you weren't perfect. (You escaped law enforcement once, and you can do it again).

In any other senario, Adrian Chase would be way too uncomfortable to be in a strip club. It was never his vibe. He never knew where to look or where to keep his hands. (Adrian had only ever been into a strip club once. He declared never again after that). Luckily for Adrian, he was here on Official Vigilante Business. He had been noticing the bodies drained of blood appearing all over town. They usually had a slit throat or a gunshot wound to the head.

When he had been showing the task force photos of the murders, Harcourt immediately perked up. Many years ago and early on into her career, Emilia Harcourt was assigned to a task force designated to capturing The Vampiress. Bodies drained of blood, with slit throats and puncture wounds to the hands, scattered across the United States. Vigilante and Emilia had put two and two together and figured out that the Vampiress must have made home in Evergreen. Emilia spotting your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt in the parking lot of The Landing Strip was just more confirmation on her hunch. Then, young girls started appearing around town, drained of blood. However, compared to the clean murder scenes the Vampiress leaves behind. These were brutal, and bloody, and personal. Emilia knew of your estranged ex husband, whom turned you into a vampire when you were nineteen. The young girls he murdered were reminiscent of you. So, instead of having you be arrested for your crimes, Emilia decided to have Vigilante and Peacemaker bring you to Emilia, in order for her to convince you to help.

You had just finished a very successful set on stage, and were wondering the floor, looking for your meal for the night. Men were calling, whistling, and touching you to get your attention, but none of them looked tasty enough. Then, in your corner of your eye, you spot two men lounging in the corner of the club. One was wearing a red and white latex suit, which you could only assume was Peacemaker. The man next to him was concealed head to toe, a black mask with a red visor hiding his face. He had a lean body and wide shoulders. You wanted to pounce on him based on his body alone. However, you were more curious to what two superheroes/antiheroes were doing at your club. You hesitated, wondering if they found out you were a vampire and had come to kill you — if they could figure out how. Instead, you persisted, desperate for a taste of Vigilante.

"Hey, fellas. What do I owe the honor to for meeting two superheroes?" You asked, making sure to tower over Vigilante. He was slowly sinking deeper into the leather chair. His visor, however, never left your eyes. You wanted to peer into his soul, learn all of his deepest secrets as you drink his sweet blood.

Peacemaker spoke, noticing the staring contest between you and Vigilante, "Just wanted to have a fun night. Saving the city is so hard, you know?"

You giggled, even though you thought he was meathead. A girl has to make a living somehow, "Well, since you boys do so much of your city, I would be willing to forego my usual private dance fee. A way to give back to my community, you know?"

Your eyes were still locked with Vigilante, who had yet to say a word through his black mask. You bent over, giving Vigilante a better view of your cleavage. You ran a manicured finger down the grooves of his suit, teasing him.

"You want a dance, pretty boy?" You asked softly, just enough for Vigilante to hear over the bass thumping throughout the club.

Vigilante nodded vigorously and you giggled at his eagerness. You stood back up and extended your perfectly manicured hand to guide Vigilante to the back. He quickly accepted and stood up. You nodded for Peacemaker to follow you two into the private room. The boys followed you into the back, past drunk men and your giggling coworkers, and entered one of the private rooms.

The two boys sat down in the leather seats that surrounded the room. You slowly made your way over to Vigilante and straddled him.

"You know, I normally don't let my clients touch me, but because you do so much for the community, I'm willing to forgo that rule, pretty boy," You whispered into what you could only assume is his ear. Vigilante eagerly grabbed your hips as you gyrated on his lap to the beat of the music.

"So, when did you get into town? I haven't seen you around before," Peacemaker spoke up a few seats away from you.

You grinded yourself on Vigilante's lap again, "A few weeks ago. I was on my way to Portland, but I stopped here for gas, and I found the cutest house. So, I decided to stay."

You leaned down to whisper into Vigilante's ear again, "You know, pretty boy. I could always give you the address to my house, if you wanted to come over tonight."

Vigilante's head whipped to look at you, as you dragged an acrylic nail down the edges of his mask, "Y-You want me to come home with you?"

You giggled, "Yeah, pretty boy. To give back to the community, you know?"

Vigilante nodded and Peacemaker rolled his eyes, "Do I not get a dance?"

"Sorry, not my type. I'll have to charge you," You said, as Vigilantes hand went to grope your breast.

"Well, fuck this then," Peacemaker said, before drawing his gun and pointing it at you.

Your eyes widened and quickly hopped off of Vigilante, running towards the door. Before you were able to make it to the door, Vigilante tripped you, causing you to fall flat onto your face. You groaned and rolled onto your jack, clutching your head, as you watched the two men tower over your body.

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm just trying to make a living! I-I'm sorry that I wanted to fuck your friend and not you! You can join! If-If you don't kill me," You begged, trying to maintain your façade as Roxy The Stripper.

"Bullshit. We know you are a vampire, and we know that you have been killing men around town," Peacemaker stated. The barrel of his gun still locked on to you.

"Yeah, Roxy! If that is even your real name!" Vigilante exclaimed, his gun also drawn, pointing at your leg — at least he was being polite about it.

"Dude! It's not, it-it's like her stripper name," Peacemaker said exhaustively, turning his head away from you to look at Vigilante. You took this opportunity to  kick Peacemaker in the shin with your stiletto heel, before trying to stand up to run to the door.

Peacemaker cried out at the stab to his shin, screaming some expletives and calling for Vigilante to grab you. You were almost about to open the door, before Vigilante ran up behind you and clutched your throat with his gloved hands.

"Didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, Vig. I bet you are really kinky, huh?" You quipped, giving him a seductive smirk. Vigilante whispered an apology into your ear, which scared you. It was the last think you heard as a needle dug deep into your neck, sending you to sleep.

When you came to, there was a bag covering your head and you were bound to a chair. You suddenly started regretting your decision on giving Vigilante a free lap dance. The bag was torn off your head and you squinted your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. You were bound to an office chair, still wearing you outfit from the club. You looked at your surroundings, noticing Peacemaker and Vigilante hovering over you, until you locked eyes with Emilia Harcourt. You had a long and complicated history with Emilia Harcourt. One that ended with you almost being arrested.

"Hey, Emmy. You know, if you missed me, you could have just called," You chirped out, giving her a toothy smile.

Emilia rolled her eyes, "You keep changing your phone number, babe. Can never keep track."

Peacemaker and Vigilante shared equal looks of shock and confusion. (Vigilante was very good at expressing his emotions through the mask. God, you wanted to fucking pounce on him).

"Babe?"

"Emmy?"

You spun yourself in the office chair, "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

Emilia gripped the back of the office chair to keep you from spinning, "Whatever you tell them is going to be wrong."

You pouted your lips, "I can't believe you think so little of our love affair."

Emilia turned her attention back to the men, "Well, I told you I was assigned to a task force that was dedicated to capturing The Vampiress. I, may have gotten a little too close to target."

"Emmy, you fucked me and told me to run because I was about to get captured. I think that's more than a little too close."

You made eyes with Vigilante, who still seemed to be in shock from the revelation, "It's okay, pretty boy. No hard feelings for kidnapping me. I'll still take you home after this if you want."

Emilia and Chris shouted, "No!"

"You are a vampire! You are probably going to kill him," Chris shouted at you.

You pouted, "I wasn't going to kill him! Suck his blood, maybe. But only if he was into it!"

"Whatever! That's — whatever!" Emilia shouted out, running a hand through her short blonde hair in frustration

You smirked, "You jealous, baby?"

Emilia scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Trust me, babe. If I didn't need you right now, I would have let Vigilante kill you tonight."

You frowned and turned your head to Vigilante, "You were going to kill me? I thought we had something special going, pretty boy?"

Vigilante remained calm and his voice seemed deeper than when you spoke to him inside the club, "You were also going to kill me."

You shrugged your shoulders the best you could while strapped down to the chair, "To each their own, I guess. Now, can someone please explain why I'm here if I'm not going to jail?"

"Your husband is in town, it appears," Emilia said coldly.

You shuddered, "Do not call him my husband. Technically, I'm a widow."

"Well, technically he is too. But, that's besides the point. We need your help to track him down and stop him for killing any more girls."

Your eyes widened and whispered. You weren't one to be timid, unless it involves him, "They all look like me, don't they?"

Emilia nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile, "Yeah. I'm sorry, babe. I-I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other options."

You gave her a genuine smile, "Thanks, Emmy. Now, can you please untie me. My arms hurt."

Emilia reluctantly untied your binds and you stood up from your spot in the office chair. Vigilante, Emilia, and Christopher were ogling at you as you stretched your arms behind your head, giving them a great view of your outfit. You were still wearing your clothes from the club, a bejeweled bra and a purple thong. You rolled your eyes at the three clearly staring at your exposed frame.

"Did anyone bother getting my stuff out of my locker?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip and slowly peeling off the bright pink wig that you wore when you worked at the club.

The boys stared at you lost again, watching as your real hair cascades out of the wig. How you shook your hair loose, giving them a perfect view of your neck. Emilia sharply smacked the both of them in the head. Peacemaker groaned and began putting up an argument with Emilia. You decided to ignore them and focus your attention back on Vigilante, who was awkwardly standing in front of you, not knowing where to look.

You placed your hand on his chest and grinned at him, “My place?”

Vigilante nodded eagerly again, and you couldn’t wait to attach yourself to him. You never wanted to let him go, “Just to make sure you get home safely, you know. Since I’m a hero, and all.”

You gave him a seductive smirk and laced your hands with his gloved ones, dragging him out the door. You winked at Emilia and Chris before running out the door with Vigilante.

Vigilante scooped you up into his arms. In response, you wrapped yourself around him and quickly made work to expose his bare neck. He seemed to stop for a second, maybe hesitant on if you were going to drink his blood. But relaxed and carried on to the car as you began to suck hickeys into his neck.

He leaned you over the hood of his car and quickly pulled his mask up over his lips, allowing you to attack them with your own. You two were sloppily making out on the hood of his car, in front of Emilia and Peacemaker, who stood in the doorway, watching with awe as you two aggressively made out.

“So, you and the vampire, huh?” Chris chirped up, whispering in Emilia’s ear and he watched Vigilante press kiss his way down your chest.

“Shut it, Smith. Do not tell anyone else about this? Got it?” Emilia grumbled out, turning away to walk back into the office before Vigilante could tear your bra off.

Chris laughed and watched as Vigilante sucked on your breast, “Be here by nine tomorrow! Debriefing!”

Vigilante gave him a thumbs up, not even detaching himself from you, before picking you back up and throwing you into the passenger seat on his Vigilante-Mobile, and speeding off.

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You Make Me Happy

@peacemakernet event 02: once more, with feeling!

Emilia Harcourt x gn!reader

Summary: Harcourt rarely lets people in, but when she lets you in, you give her undeniable happiness

Warnings: mentions of guns, mentions of injuries

General Taglist: @neptuneswritingwork @violetrainbow412-blog

Emilia Harcourt was like a rubik’s cube. She was a puzzle that, though many tried, few people were able to solve.

The 11th Street Kids had solved the puzzle that was her heart. As hard as she tried to keep that from happening, it was almost impossible when you had lovable idiots for friends.

It was easy to become friends with Adebayo. She was definitely the most tame of the group. She and Economos had already known each other from working together at Belle Reeve, so that wasn’t too difficult.

Chris and Adrian were a little harder. Chris had an ego the size of Jupiter, and Adrian was like a puppy, way too excitable. But the two had managed to somehow worm their way into her heart. Maybe it was Chris finally acting like a normal person, or Adrian opening up to her, but it worked.

And you? You were a different story all together. The two of you had met when Waller had come up with Project Butterfly. You were definitely easier to handle than Chris or Adrian, but she was just as skeptical about you as she was about Adebayo.

Unlike Adebayo or Adrian, you didn’t try to become friends with the rest of the group. You just did your job, and let fate dictate whether or not you’d become a part of their group.

She remembers you going to the same bar she did after having dinner at Fennel Fields. She remembers you apologizing and offering to leave. Then of course she remembers a man coming up to her and attempting to flirt, to which you simply laughed, and told him he’d have better luck at a dog shelter.

She remembers when the man’s friend walked up to you, and called you a freak, to which you quickly responded with a kick to the balls, and a head-slam into the bar. Not hard enough to seriously hurt him of course, but just hard enough to give him a bloody nose, and hurt his pride.

She remembers you offering to take Vigilante during the Glen Tai raid. You had told her that you were afraid she might kill him if he got on her nerves, but she liked to think that, possibly, you offered because you wanted her to be less stressed.

She remembers you patching her up after her fight with Judomaster. She remembered the look of concentration on your face as you held the alcohol soaked cotton swab to her forehead.

“I can’t believe such a small guy has so much strength.” You mumbled to yourself, rolling the shoulder that Judomaster had kicked.

“You sound like Chris.” Emilia said. It was quiet, but audible. And, was that a hint of a smile?

You grinned back at her, but she quickly averted her eyes. She remembers pushing you away in an attempt to hide her blush from you.

She remembers the nerves she felt before going after the cow. She had just been given the role of leader for the team. She knew that everyone was counting on her, that thousands of lives depended on whether or not they could pull this off.

You had told her countless times that everything was going to be fine, that you were going to kill the cow, and save the world.

Now you sound like Vigilante. She thought to herself.

You stood up straight, checking your guns. You adjusted the bulletproof vest that hugged your body. You glanced up at her, and gave her a reassuring smile.

She remembers you pulling the butterfly out of her mouth. You grabbed it, and yanked it hard, throwing it to the ground. You shot at it twice, then sighed. You helped her up to her feet, then continued fighting.

She remembers hearing your scream. It was loud, deafening to her ears. She whipped her head around, searching for you.

When her eyes caught sight of you, you were on your knees, with a blade lodged into your side. She saw you fall forward, and sprinted toward you.

Butterflies around you saw this as an opportunity. They might not be able to stop Chris, but they could kill someone who was already down. Emilia fought with everything in her to protect you from the butterflies. She fired shot after shot, but there were too many of them.

One had gotten a good shot on her too, and soon, she was laying on the ground next to you.

She remembers waking up in the hospital, and immediately thinking of you.

Where are you? Are you okay? I need to see you.

Chris came in to talk to her that day. He told her that she was going to be staying at the hospital for a while, and would have to go through physical therapy to try to get better.

“What about Y/n?” She asked him.

Chris sighed. “Y/n’s okay. They lost some blood, but they were able to get some from someone else.”

“I want to see them.”

You had made your way to Emilia’s room later that day. She was sleeping at the time. You sat down in the metal chair next to her bed. Her chest slowly rose and fell with each breath she took.

You brushed a blonde curl away from her face. She had some cuts on her face, but the nurses must’ve bandaged them up.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, actually smiled, when she saw you.

“Hey.” You said, taking her hand in yours.

“Hey.” She replied.

There was a minute of silence between the two of you.

“Emilia, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” She told you.

You couldn’t help it though. She’d sacrificed herself protecting you.

“I’ll be good as new soon.” She squeezed your hand.

“If I had been paying more attention, I wouldn’t have been stabbed, then you wouldn’t-” Your words stop abruptly when she raises your hand to her mouth, and kisses it.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm you erratic heart.

“I’m gonna stay here with you while you work through your physical therapy. It’s the least I can do.” You tell her.

“Then what?” She asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. Now that Amanda Waller has been exposed, we don’t really have jobs anymore, huh? I guess I’ll have to go find work somewhere else. Maybe the bat needs some help in Gotham.” You joked.

“Don’t go to Gotham.” Emilia says. Her words are quick, and clipped. She realizes her outburst may have been sudden. “I mean, you should stay here… I think that we, the team, could do more…” Her eyes are looking anywhere but yours.

“You want me to stay?” You asked her.

“I think I might kill Peacemaker and Vigilante without you.” She states, her eyes returning to yours.

You can’t help but laugh. Emilia feels her heartbeat quicken in her chest.

Emilia could get used to having you around. When you were there, things just seemed lighter? She wasn’t as stressed or worried about things. She didn’t get as easily annoyed at the rest of the group. She was happy.

You made Emilia Harcourt happy.

[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

I just know she'd combust if found in a conversation that lasts longer than 5' with them

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

This Means War

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: After receiving new commands from Waller, you have no choice but the lead the Suicide Squad into battle against ARGUS. But to make it to the end of the fight, what are you willing to do? And are you willing to take out anyone who stands in your way?

Word Count: 1832

TW: Battle Situations, Guns, Fighting, Language

You dove behind the wall as four shots slammed into the spot you had been standing seconds before. Panting heavily, you try to assess the situation. You knew this had been a long shot, but things had not gone at all as you had hoped. You had run point on close to fifty or so Task Force X missions, but before this morning, you never imagined you would be leading the Suicide Squad into battle against your fellow ARGUS members. Yet after what Waller had said in the last meeting, you had no choice. You were doing what you had to in order to protect the squad. If she wanted a war, you were going to give her one.

However, most of your team already lay scattered on the ground around you, and while you had managed to take out quite a few of your opponents, your side was losing fighters at a much quicker rate. Killer Croc had been the first one to fall. Your assault had barely started when you heard him snarl as he was hit by at least three different people. Boomer was next. While deadly with his boomerangs, he had never really gotten the hang of guns. So, he just charged out into the middle of the field and began wildly spraying shots at anything that moved. Though he did manage to take out two of Waller’s people, he was quickly mowed down. Deadshot soon followed him. You had tried to warn Floyd before the assault started that he would be one of their main targets since his skills with a gun were unmatched, but he got cocky. After taking out three opponents in quick succession, he had tried to advance and was taken out by five shots coming from four directions.

You darted out from your hiding spot and charged towards the next barrier you could take cover behind. On the way, you managed to take out Flo and Dale. It often surprised people to know that the members of ARGUS who worked in the office or control room were just as trained and skilled with weapons as the mission operatives. But it was part of the application requirements to join the team. Waller wanted to make sure every person around her could be useful in more ways than one. So, while you felt bad about shooting your coworkers and people you considered your friends, it was you or them. And you were damn well sure you weren’t going to let it be you.

Something moved slightly behind one of the pillars in front of you. Shifting to get a better look, you could see Economos hiding over there. From this angle, you didn’t have a great shot, but you were too afraid to move positions just yet. However, it turned out you didn’t need to.

Harley dropped down from the rafters high above you and nailed Economos twice right between the legs. The man dropped with a loud groan and went still. She squealed and clapped her hands excitedly, but she remained out in the open. You tried to quietly get her attention, to get her to go back where it was safe. Yet, just as she noticed your gesturing, Harcourt stepped out from behind a doorway.

You cried out a warning, but there was no time. Four shots slammed into Harley, a splash of red blooming across her chest. Her eyes met yours for a second before she crumpled to the ground.

“No!” you screamed, but you knew it was too late. Harley was gone, which meant you were the only one left.

Harcourt laughed triumphantly as she peeked out at her latest victim. “Suck it, Quinn! That’s for last week when you spent my whole night shift psychoanalyzing me! I’m still dealing with that shit you brought up!”

She was so focused on gloating, she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, so you took aim and managed to fire two shots into her chest before she dropped.

Slowly, you crept out from your hiding spot. You quickly surveyed the battlefield and took a quick mental count of all the fallen bodies around you. Everyone was accounted for except….

You whirled around, gun at the ready. Rick was standing just feet in front of you, his own gun pointed directly at your heart. The two of you stared silently at each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move.

After a moment, he sadly said, “I think we both knew it was gonna come down to this, darlin’. But I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you replied, “No, you’re not. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

Rick smiled softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I never really expected anyone else would be able to take you out anyway.”

“But you think you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong. Sure, you have the skills and the know-how to do it, but you lack the will. I know you could never shoot me. Even under these circumstances.”

Rick scoffed, “But you can shoot me?” You don’t answer, instead just continue to meet his gaze head-on. He smirked, knowing what your non-answer meant. “So, what now darlin’? We just stand here in a stalemate until Waller shows up? You know what will happen then. Game over.”

You took a small step forward, his gun now just centimeters from your chest. And in a voice so low that Rick’s earpiece couldn’t pick it up, you murmured, “Are you really going to let her win? After everything she’s done, time after time? I get you have to play for her side, but I know this is killing you. This is the closest they have ever gotten to beating her. Are you really going to take that away?”

Rick hesitated for just a moment, the end of his gun dipping just a fraction of an inch, and you took your chance. Before he could react, you fired three shots directly into his chest. He stumbled back, the force of the impact slamming him into the wall behind him as he stared at you, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Softly, he whispered, “I can’t believe you did that.” Then his hand went slack, sending his gun clattering to the ground.

You hurried to him and tenderly cupped his jaw with your hand. “You got sloppy, so I took the shot. Just like you taught me, Colonel.”

He scoffed softly as his head dropped down and rested heavily on yours. “You did good, darlin’. I’m so proud of you.”

He practically fell into your lips as you pulled him into you. And as you pressed yourself closer to him, forcing his body tighter against the wall, you could feel the warm liquid splattered across his chest from your shots as it seeped into your clothes, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore because he had been the last of Waller’s team. The fighting was done, and you had won the battle. It was over.

“Aww! Ain’t you guys adorable!” You both reluctantly broke apart to glare at Harley for interrupting you. She came bouncing up beside you and excitedly grabbed your arm that was still wrapped around Rick’s waist. “Did you see me nail Economos?”

You sighed, “Yes, Harls. But you know the rules. No aiming below the belt. I told you that last time. Good thing he didn’t trust you and wore extra padding down there.”

Rick groaned, “I’m still gonna have to hear him complain about it for the next week.”

“Oi! Is the game over or what?” Boomer called from the ground where he had dropped after getting hit.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, we won!” You called out happily.

“It’s about fuckin’ time. I’ve been layin’ ‘ere for twenty minutes!”

“Is it my fault you die too easily! You’re always one of the first people to get taken out! Maybe you should learn something from that, so it doesn’t happen in the field! That’s the whole point of these exercises!” You shouted back. The Aussie just grumbled as he stood up, trying to wipe the paint off his jumpsuit as he walked back over to the door to the training area.

You turned to Harley. “You got some paint in your hair.” You nodded to the red color that had sprayed onto the tips of her ponytail.

She grabbed at it and tried to wipe it away. “Aww! This stuff’s impossible to wash out!”

You chuckled, “Well, Harcourt will take you guys all back to the showers. Maybe that will help.” She nodded and hurried off towards the rest of the squad, still frantically messing with her hair.

Rick shook his head. “You would think as much as she is always beggin’ Waller to let her dye it again, she would appreciate a little splash of color.”

“You don’t mess with that girl and her hair.” You said, shaking your head with a laugh. Then, more seriously, you said. “Do you realize that was the first time the blue team ever won? That’s three years off of each of their sentences. I’m so proud of them.” You watched your team file out of the room. They are joking and more upbeat than you have seen them in months.

Rick smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “We both know they weren’t responsible for this win. It’s because the red team’s greatest asset switched sides.” He chuckled. “I bet Waller is fumin’. But she should have known better than to order you to lead them.”

“She was trying to punish me for ignoring her orders on the last mission and going back for Floyd and Boomer. I just know it.”

“Probably. But you showed her why she recruited you for ARGUS in the first place.” He tapped on his earpiece. “Scores just came in. You had the highest kill count with the least bullets shot. There’s no way she can argue with those results.”

You stood on your tiptoes and gave Rick a quick peck on the lips. “Well, I learned from the best, Colonel. And I had fun being on the other side for once, but I missed fighting side by side with you. We’re too good of a team to be separated.”

“I agree.” He bent his head over, so his lips tickled lightly against your ear. Then in a low, thick voice, he whispered, “So, why don’t we go hit the shower too? Waller won’t be expecting us for the debrief for another hour.”

A smile crept across your face. “A little sleeping with the enemy, huh? That does sound intriguing.” You ran your hand across his broad chest. “Though, since my team did win, I’m expecting some sort of reward.”

You saw something flash behind Rick’s eyes and a low growl sounded in his throat. “Oh, don’t worry darlin’. I’ll make this a celebration you’ll never forget.”

[mayhem24-7forever]

Rage Becomes Him - Prologue: Homecoming

Dark!Rick Flag/Lazarus Pit!Rick Flag x Reader

Series Summary: After Colonel Rick Flag dies, Amanda Waller dumps him in the Lazarus pit and resurrects him. But she quickly realized that the soldier that had been sent to Corto Maltese to die was not the same one that walked out of the Lazarus pit. Loyal, friendly, patriotic Colonel Rick Flag was gone and in his place was a cold, rage-filled demon who becomes uncontrollable. And when he gets loose, his first stop on his revenge tour is Evergreen, Washington and a certain “hero” living there…

Author’s Notes: This series is gonna be DARK! There will be major character deaths and very mature themes throughout. Minors, this series is NOT for you, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I deserve a safe place to express myself just as much as you do. This series is based off of an idea I made in this post and then in this edit with encouragement from @edwardbaldwin and the amazing and spectacular @a-reader-and-a-writer​ who also came up with Dark!Rick’s vigilante name and beta read this for me. Thank you so much! Lovely dividers by @silkholland​

Content Warnings: DARK AND MATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORK! In this chapter: descriptions of violence and a canon death, near-drowning, the consequences of the military industrial complex, Waller being Waller which is a huge TW in itself, nudity, resurrection

Amanda Waller sat at her desk, staring at the files from the Corto Maltese mission. It had been a month since the operation and she was still furious. Of the fourteen members she had sent to the small island country, nine were dead, one had been placed in a coma in the hospital, and the other four had used a hard drive of sensitive government information to barter for their freedom, not to mention the handlers that had betrayed her and needed to be punished. She had already arrested one of them, sending the other two to work on a special project for her in Washington with the injured, but alive and still loyal member, still in the hospital. She didn’t care about any of the deaths, they were all expendable to her, including the team’s commander and only non-criminal member: Colonel Rick Flag. It was more the principle of the thing, four of her best recruits were now off-limits and the rest of her cannon-fodder had been used up in a single mission. It would take a lot of whatever desperate enough criminals she could get to sign up to equal even half of the four soldiers she had lost.

She needed something to offset this betrayal, a soldier that would be skilled enough to do what she needed them to do and loyal enough to not betray her like the others, at least until she could find enough powerful metahumans to fill out the team. Fortunately, she had just the person in mind: a highly skilled soldier that had been able to keep up with and even control the large team of metahumans despite being a non-enhanced human. His loyalty had always been steadfast and although he had slipped up during the Corto Maltese mission, it was nothing that couldn’t be easily rectified with a little conditioning. Unfortunately, he was deceased, his corpse still somewhere in the ruins of the Jotunheim lab.

She pondered the situation, considering how she could solve this “little” issue of him being dead. An idea struck her suddenly and she smirked. It was dangerous, not for her of course, and it was as of yet untested, but if it worked she’d have her perfect little soldier back and better than ever. She sent a message off to the workers clearing the debris of the destroyed lab to focus all efforts on retrieving the body from the rubble as soon as possible. Then she pulled up a file on her laptop, locating a phone number and beginning to dial on her desk phone. She sat back in her chair as it rang, a grin on her face when the line connected.

“Mr. al Ghul… I believe it’s time to collect that favor you owe me for keeping you out of prison…” she began, pleased with herself.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” The words echoed in his head. It was his voice, but it sounded so far away. The world was black, there was nothing and he was nowhere.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” There it was again, his disembodied voice floating from afar, but a little closer that time. The world was still black but for a moment, it wasn’t. For a moment, he was somewhere else, somewhere he knew but couldn’t remember. Gray dust. Rusted metal. Stained white tile.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again. The flash was back, cutting through the black for a little bit longer and he could hear something. Grunts and groans. Water running. Porcelain scratching on concrete. Suddenly, he could feel. A metal pipe. Water on the floor. A red hard drive. Warm blood. A salty metallic taste in his mouth. Pain.

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” Closer again, this time as if it was right in front of him, ringing in his ears. Pain overloaded the other senses as the black flashed in and out, losing the battle. The pain was everywhere, radiating through every cell of his body. It was excruciating and he wanted to scream but nothing happened. The black seeped out and the flash became his world.

He was in the strange room with the dust, metal, and tile. It was the basement laboratory of a secret facility in Corto Maltese. He was seated atop a man, who struggled and grunted as a metal pipe is held down on his throat. He was going to kill the man, pushing down harder and harder as he struggles for air. Then a sharp pain in his chest, in his heart. The air was knocked from his lungs, the metal pipe falling to the floor. He looked down and saw a shard of porcelain lodged right into his heart. Warm blood was seeping from it. The man was looking up at him, a strange expression on his face. Regret? Pity?

“Peacemaker, what a joke…” he muttered and the man looked hurt. And then everything was black again…

And then it wasn’t. The world was blurry, distorted and a sickly green. He opened his mouth to breathe and found it filled with acidic liquid that burned his lungs. He breached the surface, spitting out the acid and taking a huge breath of air. It was stale but he didn’t care. There was a green glow to the liquid around him, and he couldn’t see anything through it. He tried to keep himself afloat so he could breathe but his body was slow to his commands and he felt heavy. A hand grabbed his arm, then another hand on the other and he was hauled upwards and dropped on hard ground. On his knees, he tried to catch himself by putting his hands out but only succeeded in falling onto them, the dirt clinging to his wet skin. The air was cold, he was drenched, and without clothes, he started to shiver immediately. He was still heaving in breaths, his eyes looking down at a small, jagged red scar on his chest, right on his heart. The green liquid still dripped from his body, a texture somewhere between water and slime as it pooled below him, turning the dirt to mud.

The clacking sound of heels approached and a pair of red shoes came to a stop just in front of him. Still panting and shivering, he pushed himself off his arms to look up at the figures he was kneeling in front of, two soldiers standing as straight as boards on either side of a woman wearing clothes suited for an office. He knew her but her eyes had a spark of twisted joy in them and her smirk felt more menacing than usual.

“Welcome back, Colonel Flag.” Amanda Waller said. “Your country needs you…”

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 5: Christmas Boops

Summary: Most of the 11th Street Kids get into the holiday spirit except you and Harcourt due to your rigid past on missions during Christmas time. But that doesn't stop Leota and Adrian from decorating headquarters to get you out of your Scrooge funk.

Author Note: Adrian Chase X Fem Reader, Y/N, 11th Street Kids, A.R.G.U.S., Hallmark Channel level fluff, Explicit language/Cussing/Swearing, Celebrating Christmas, Christmas carol/song references, Mentions of multi-cultural holidays includes Hanukkah & Kwanzaa, Alcohol consumption, Implied nudity & sex, Karate Kid, The Grinch, Scrooge, Elf, Polar Express, & Christmas Vacation movie references.

No dogs were harmed or embarrassed during the making of this fanfic.

Italics indicate character thoughts & flashbacks

**The first Freddie Stroma gif chosen is how I imagine Adrian's face after reader 'boops' his nose**

**Second Freddie Stroma gif is obviously when female reader showers with Adrian. You're welcome**

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The ground once covered in fallen leaves quickly became a blanket of white as winter approached. You and Harcourt lost your lust for Christmas a long time ago. Probably has a lot to do with working for the government since you were overseas for quite a few of them and Emilia working for the gender bend ‘Scrooge’ herself (Amanda Waller) at A.R.G.U.S.  

Adrian and Leota, on the other hand, found this time of year to be thrilling. Adebayo and her wife, Keeya, had a whole wardrobe for their Yorkie, Emerson, dedicated to the season.

“He has the costume from the movie ‘Elf,’ of course Santa Claus…Oh! And there’s one that’s a Christmas tree where the lights actually turn on!”

Leota explained to Adrian while each of them carried a huge box of Christmas decorations and placed them on her desk.

The level of emotion about Emerson’s Christmas ensemble had yours and Emilia’s eyes rolling but had Adrian matching Leota’s excitement tenfold.

“No way!! I have got to see that!” Exclaimed Adrian.

“It’s bad enough that your dog is the size of a squirrel, but to also dress him up like a doll? He probably plans ways to off himself every day because of that, you know?” John said to Leota.

Leota rolled her eyes at Economos.

“I’ll have you know, he loves his outfits.” She stated.

“It’s not a real dog if they’re no bigger than a football.” Peacemaker interjected.

Economos snickered as Leota flashed her middle finger at Chris.

Harcourt shook her head and smirked. You stretched and released an evident yawn to showcase your lack of interest in the topic.

Adebayo turned and looked at you upon hearing your dramatic yawning.

“I beg your pardon, are we boring you?” She asked you sarcastically.

“She doesn’t like Christmas.” Adrian answered. “She’s my sexy little Grinch.” He proclaimed affectionately.

“I see,” Leota replied, “Well, even the Grinch eventually liked Christmas at the end of the movie!” She sang cheerfully as she sashayed across the room and draped a red, sparkly garland around your neck like a scarf.

Adrian chuckled, looking at you like a shimmering spectacle.

You gave her an exasperated look, “Don’t worry Adebayo, I won’t interfere with your Christmas spirit. I just choose not to participate, that’s all. Commence hollying and jollying.” You said with a weak smile, turning to your laptop.

Leota and Adrian continued to filter through the boxes, practically squealing as they discover a plethora of holiday decorations as they dig deeper.

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By the end of the day, Adrian and Leota had headquarters dripping in yuletide garnishing.

“Well? What do you guys think??” Adrian asked.

The four of you reviewed the area covered in half blinking, half burnt out Christmas lights, paper Mache cut into snowflakes hanging from the ceiling panels, different color sparkling garland lining the windows, and creepy Santa, snowman, and elf animatronic dolls that looked possessed scattered around the room. They even managed to have a Menorah and a Kwanzaa Kinara candle holder placed on each of the two filing cabinets, each baring all the proper colored candles. Leota even had a Polar Express replica traveling around beneath the starless Christmas tree.

“Not gonna lie, it looks pretty fuckin’ good, you guys.” Chris admitted.

Leota and Adrian beamed at each other bumping fists triumphantly.

“Yeah, definitely looks like Buddy the elf made his way in here.” John said.

Everyone chuckled together. Even Emilia smirked at Economos’ comment.

You only smiled so you wouldn’t be such a Debbie downer and ruin Adrian or Leota’s proud moment like you promised.

Adrian looked over at you, most likely waiting for your feedback. As he looked at you, so did the rest of the group. You blankly look back at everyone. You were genuinely clueless.

“Um, what?” You asked them.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Leota asked.

“Oh!” You say finally catching on.

“Well…” you take another look around the room. Adrian and Adebayo waited eagerly on your response.

You were genuinely at a loss for words. Your distain for Christmas outweighed your ability to pretend to like it. You felt a knot form in your chest, trying hard to swallow it down as it started to rise into your throat. It felt like an eternity trying to come up with a response heartfelt enough to satisfy Leota and Adrian’s expectations. Afterall, they did work really hard on the place, so you didn’t want to hurt their feelings by any means.

You released a deep exhale, “It’s everything what Christmas should be. It’s definitely going to be a shame to take it down after the holidays.” You finally managed to say.

Leota started clapping and jumping in place squealing with joy.

“I knew we’d get you into the holiday mood!!” She ran over and hugged you so hard you almost fell off your chair.

You struggled to laugh. “Uh, yeah… right, Leota…… ACK!!”

You grunted feeling extra weight bare down on you. Adrian had jumped and embraced you and Leota in an unexpected group hug.

Harcourt had began videoing the three of you from her phone when she saw Adrian make a running start towards you and Leota. Everyone was laughing enjoying the moment.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad.” You thought to yourself as you couldn’t breathe from all the weight sitting on top of you.

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The following weekend, the group decided to have a little holiday gathering at O’Rourke’s. You all pile in together on a cold Friday evening as flurries fell from the night sky. Chris without hesitation ordered up a round of drinks.

As the hours passed, the majority of you get rowdier as you play another one of Chris’ suggested drinking games. This game was Christmas themed of course. The bar had a different holiday movie playing on each of the flat screens, and Chris said anytime one of you notices a Santa hat appearing in the scene, that person calls out ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ as they point to three separate people (basically calling each of them a ‘hoe’) at the table and they have to drink.

Economos and Adrian ended up drinking more since John was very delayed catching any Santa hats, and Adrian just distracted by looking at you dreamily the whole night wearing a low cut red V-neck.

You look at him and whistle at him.

“Hey, buddy, my face is up here.” You say tilting his chin up making his eyes meet yours.

He snickered guiltily having been caught staring at your chest.

“I can’t help it! They’re perfect.” He declared.

You shake your head smiling.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He leaned in and gave you a clumsy peck bumping your nose quite hard.

“Ook, I think it’s time to go, Adrian.” You announced rubbing your nose.

“Yeah, I gotta get back to Keeya and the pups.” Leota checked her watch.

Everyone threw money on the table to pay the tab and exited the bar.

Everyone going their way to their car, you take the keys to the Vigilante-mobile and get Adrian into the passenger seat.

“Where’s the steering wheel?” Adrian asked.

You laugh, “It’s in front of me. I’m driving.” You told him.

“Ahhhhh.” He said booping your nose. “You’re cute.”

He placed the palm of his hand on the side of your cheek cradling your face. He musingly looked into your eyes, a wave of adoration pulsing through his veins. You leaned into his hand putting your hand on his. His touch sent a surge through your body.

“Let’s get home so I can love on you properly.” You said finally.

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As you drive past the park, Adrian suddenly perked up and demanded you to stop the car.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Stop here!!” He shouted making your heart jump.

“What the actual fuck, Adrian??” You stop the car. “What’s wrong??”

He said nothing opening the door and started running towards the monumental water fountain in the middle of the park.

“Um, Adrian?” You call after him.

“Come on, Y/N!” He yelled back at you.

You get out of the car and run after him.

He stopped by the fountain in front of a fresh layer of fallen snow.

“Adrian?” You asked out of breath as you reach him.

“Ready?” He asked.

You look around you, confused.

“For?” You asked.

Adrian turned around and fell backwards onto the snow on the ground behind him.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, “Are you that drunk?”

“Snow angel!” He chirped at you, like it was obvious.

He started to move his arms and legs in a Vitruvian Man motion creating the angel shape beneath him on the ground.

You watched him awestruck…and slightly annoyed.

“You almost put me into cardiac arrest because you wanted to make a snow angel? Really?” You asked.

“Really really! Now get down here and make one with me!” He said disregarding your irritability.

“No, Adrian. It’s too cold and we’ve been drinking-“

You suddenly feel your feet kicked up from underneath you. You hit the ground hard as the air you did have left in your lungs was forced out as you land on your back next to your boyfriend. You cough a few times trying to allow your brain to catch up to the fact that Adrian had just swept your legs with his foot to get you on the ground with him.

“Did…did you just..?” you began to ask.

“Sweep the leg? Yep! Now that you’re down here, start angel-ing!” He replied with a tinge of pride in his voice.

You cannot believe he just took you out at the leg to get you on the ground to make a snow angel.

“Christ, the level of insanity…” You muse to yourself.

Nonetheless, you began to move your arms head to waist while closing and separating your legs to make the angel, obliging Adrian’s request.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Look at you! Being all Christmasy as fuck!” He gleamed.

He rolled over on top of you, pulling your face up to his, kissing you quite sloppily.

You giggle into his mouth.

“You are crazy, Adrian Chase!” You pull away to say as you continue to laugh.

He hovered over you, exploring your face with admiration.

You gazed back at him, his green eyes putting you under his love spell. And the smile his lips curl into when he looks at you that way has your heart melting every time.

You pulled him back down for another kiss.

The kiss so intense with passion you couldn’t even feel the cold you both are still laying in.

Adrian pulled back.

“See? The holidays don’t have to be bad.” He said with a proud smile stroking your hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I guess this year is different since you’re around.” You say smiling back.

He booped your nose again and stood up pulling you along with him.

“Let’s go home and take a nice hot shower. Then, hot chocolate while watching some holiday movies! Starting with Christmas Vacation!” He said gleefully.

You walked side by side as he held your waist to make way towards the Sebring. He pulled you in tight against him to keep you warm, and to make sure you didn’t slip.

“And by hot shower I mean together.” He whispered into your ear.

“Of course.” You said booping his nose.

So Leota was right, you found your holiday spirit. This was how your Christmases were going to be from now on…

A little bit of second hand multi-cultural decoration, a side of alcohol with the 11th Street Kids, and a little nonsexual tussle with Adrian to get you to make snow angels mixed with sexual tussling after some hot chocolate.

This was the beginning of your Christmas tradition with Adrian, and now you will always have a reason to look forward to the holiday’s thanks all of them.

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[fanshiz2]

Harcourt is the yassified version of Claire Dunphy

[starforgedthor]

when you become untouchable {Vigilante / Adrian Chase} // eight

eight. i'm out of my head when you're not around.

Summary: preparing for the first mission means the rest of the team finally gets to weigh in on your three friends... And meets them. Harcourt is less than impressed.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. heavily implied smut. slowish burn.

A/N: no I haven't forgotten about this fic I've just been suffering from ✨depression✨ but also written on my phone, unedited as always, and I'm so excited to get into proper content for reader and Vij!!! Let me know if you like it!

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The only person on the team who seems to look kindly on your fast-formed friendship with Peacemaker is Adebayo; she presented a cheerful, if stark, contrast to the others on the team and you always found yourself enjoying her company, even if she seemed vaguely wary around you.

"I'm not going to applaud you for doubling your number of friends," Harcourt tells you humourlessly the day you're all setting off to murder Senator Goff.

"Don't be shitty," you reprimand her, "I tripled my friends, not doubled." Adebayo and Peacemaker are in and out of the conversation as they head back and forth to the van with supplies.

"Tripled?" Adebayo asked with amused curiosity, and you found yourself beaming at her.

"I'm friends with Peacemaker's friend," you declared.

"Really going for quantity over quality here," Emilia said dryly.

"You can't say I'm a bad judge of character when you're the blueprint, sweet cheeks," you tell her raising your voice to make sure the two who just left still heard, and are glad when you yourself can hear both Adebayo and Peacemaker's amused noises. Smile turning sharp and a little mean, you don't even bother to turn around to face her where you know she's standing, you lean back where you're sitting cross-legged on her desk until you're leaning against her.

When you angle your head back to give her your best trickster smile, she glares down at you and the top of your head pressing gently against her sternum. However you still know its for show; if she wanted to move, wanted to let you fall from the desk and flat on your back, she's more than capable of it, but she doesn't.

"I know you're saying that to spite me," Harcourt mutters, playing at being irrate, which just makes you smile wider.

"Its not the worst thing I've ever done," you remind her, tone so bright it's easy to forget you're comparing light teasing to literal murder. But it makes her smile, like you knew it would, and where she's looking down at you, there's so warm in her eyes that you know so few other people ever get to see.

"Cujo," she calls you the nickname with such quiet warmth in a moment the others can't hear. A longstanding, teasing fondness, she gives a faint scratch just behind your ear, and for all the nickname sounds demeaning coming from anyone else, she says it with an exasperated kind of love.

But it's gone as soon as it arrived.

And Chris is back for another bag.

Emilia double checks the equipment you had helped load into travel cases while Adebayo and Peacemaker fall into a discussion about Peacemaker's distaste for homonculi. You had zoned out and were focusing on the warm laughter and soft, worn hands of the kind old lady who had sewn your gloves, basking in the pleasant memory while you tried to pretend like you hadn't gotten a good look at the tiny ship Peacemaker had brought back from the Butterfly's apartment. Because knowing your luck, somehow Harcourt would figure out you'd first seen it while wrapped in Peacemaker's scratchy sheets with both him and Vigilante, distinctly post-coital, while Peacemaker himself was lighting a spliff. There was not a single thing about that moment that you wanted Emilia finding out about, so you played dumb and thankfully Chris took the hint.

The dark satchel that sat at your side was your thoroughly stocked, checked, and double checked bag of medical supplies, while you held a small stack of textbooks in your arms, swinging your legs while you sat at the far end of the quickly emptying equipment table.

Peacemaker is yelling something just as Emilia tells you it's finally go time, and just as you're breezing through the door, Economos shoulders past you radiating fury and muttering that you have shit taste in friends.

"Don't be rude, John," you say lightly, not even bothering for more than a second to take his bad mood seriously...

Just as Adebayo points out Vigilante hiding behind the trash can just a few feet away. She's asking about who he is, while you're beaming and waving.

"You know him?" Both Harcourt and Adebayo ask you at the same time, with unnervingly similar tones.

"Fuck," Peacemaker sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that's Vigilante, he's tryna be helpful," he said, sounding a little fed up and helpless. After a beat, you turned to Harcourt and her disdainful expression.

"That's my other friend," you see fit to explain brightly.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Harcourt groans.

"Yeah, but I'm Peacemaker's best friend," Vigilante offers.

"He's Peacemaker's best friend," you parrot, as if to reaffirm the statement.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Harcourt calls to Vigilante.

"What? I was just looking from behind a trash can, it's a normal thing to do!" Vigilante tries.

"The hell it is!" Harcourt argues back, before turning her disapproval on you, "absolutely fucking not; I'm drawing a line, Y/N, a line. Be friends with Peacemaker all you want, fine, your third friend can't be a trash-loitering guy in spandex."

"How would you know what's normal, you're not a psychiatrist," you found yourself scowling back at her, while Vigilante's voice began to overlap yours-

"Pretty sure you're not allowed to veto someone else's friends like that," he pointed out with a surprising note of irritation, continuing, as you yourself were, with no real regard or hesitation for the other, his words overlapping yours, "and seriously? Trash-loitering guy in spandex? It's mostly Kevlar, I'm like the safest friend she has here -" and your -

"What if his secret identity is a psychiatrist and he actually knows what's normal and what's not?" You posed to her, holding your own medical textbooks to your chest.

Emilia seems exhausted by you both, and takes a long moment to look between you, and Vigilante several feet away still by the trash can.

"If he's a psychiatrist, we're all screwed," she rolls her eyes, before looking to Vigilante, who seems to be two steps away from concededing and leaving, "get the fuck out of here," she orders, ignoring how you shake your head. Predictably, Vigilante doubles down instead of leaving, and you can't help but find the whole situation delightfully amusing.

Even when Peacemaker asks him to be cool, Vigilante is insistent.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay; I don't trust most of these people, and the one I do kind of trust is also literally the worst person I've ever met in my life who I don't think you should probably trust," its not intended as compliment, but you take it as such anyways, focused only on how he admitted he 'kind of' trusts you. It's more than you were expecting after hanging out a few times over the week... Honestly, you're so giddy from hearing that that you lose track of the conversation, at least until Vigilante is recommending that Peacemaker should befriend Adebayo to combat the rumours about him being racist, since it reflects badly on Vigilante, and all you can do is hang your head in exasperation. Vigilante's absolute lack of tact strikes again.

"Catch you guys later," Vigilante finishes candidly before taking off at a run. You wave after him, mostly because of the faces Chris and Emilia make in exasperation.

"Isn't that guy wanted on multiple counts of murder?" Economos finally joins them once more, spaceship in hand.

"That's Cujo's third friend," Harcourt offers flatly instead, her arms crossed. When you turn back, you see Economos giving you an evaluative look over.

"That checks out," he finally says with a firm nod, and heads into the van.

"You know what? I fully support you going after Vij, you guys deserve each other," Peacemaker says dryly as you tell him to shut the fuck up, the exact moment Adebayo asks what he means by that.

"Oh Y/N's totally got the hots for Vij," Peacemaker snorted like it was common knowledge.

"Please tell me he's kidding," Harcourt squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as if she's hoping that when she opens them this will all have been a bad dream.

"I like Vigilante as a person and I'm not used to my friends being openly enthusiastic about things," you stuck your nose into the air, tone pointed and you hear Harcourt's loud sigh, "I'm trying to figure out this new dynamic, Chris is just wilfully misinterpretating me because he's a jag."

"Whatever," Chris rolls his eyes, "neither of you know how to interact like a real human being half the time and you both probably think violence is a love language or some shit -"

"Are you jealous," you teased, much to Chris's spluttering, "don't worry, he's still your best friend." His spluttering grows louder and more indignant.

As you settle into your seat in the back of the van beside Adebayo, Murn, however takes the opportunity to look over you, expression hard.

"You're needed up front," he wastes no time giving orders, and your bright expression falters with confusion.

"Aren't we being briefed on the way-?"

"You'll download the mission from Harcourt-" Murn explains flatly, though he's interrupted by Peacemaker.

"Download?" Chris splutters with gleeful confusion, "dude, I bet she doesn't even know what that means!"

"I know what downloading means," you rolled your eyes, "I just don't get -" but Murn's holding a map out to you. Ah. You take the map with a far more sober nod, "I'll keep us on target."

"Why does she get to download while I sit through a whole briefing?" Peacemaker's voice has a touch of childish indignance to it, which only seems to irritate Murn further.

"Because you don't have the ability to download information directly into your brain via touch," Murn tells him sharply, "everyone in this team was selected for their individual skills and abilities, Smith, so her assignment is obviously different from yours, or would you like her to replace you as our hired gun?"

Chris's gaze flicks to yours for a long moment as his lips press into a thin, unhappy line, thoroughly put out by the threat. Mouth opening and closing wordlessly, you finally stand, map under one arm.

"Thank you," and though Murn graciously moves to let you pass, he also holds a hand up to grab your attention the minute you're on your feet. Everyone in the back of the truck is watching you both, waiting, captive in the silence. You don't step past him.

"You alright there, Mister Murn?" You asked, trying to keep your tone light. It's as if he forces his shoulders to relax.

"Yes, of course," comes out much more level than his previous words. The tension in the van eases. Economos starts the van. Then, finally, Murn reaches into one of the inner pockets of his jacket, pulling out a sealed plastic bag with a once-crumpled receipt inside, "Chaser, I will also need you to keep us all updated on the Senator's whereabouts; I was told this would be all you need."

"Like now?"

"You have two hands don't you?" He asked sharply, and you raised your free hand in apology, and to take the plastic bag wrapped receipt. As Murn takes your now empty seat, the van roars out of the parking lot with Economos behind the wheel, and you brush past Harcourt to sink into the passenger seat.

"Yikes," Economos mutters, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and in the front the two of you share a rare look of exasperated amusement.

"It's a big day for us all," you shrugged, already opening the sealed receipt. Economos is flicking through radio stations as Peacemaker has started a tirade of questions to the other three in the back.

"So what do you do with that?" Economos keeps glancing at the receipt you're holding out in front of you, and glancing back to the road, "and when are you gonna open that map? You're kind of my only GPS here." At that you heave a great sigh and tuck the receipt back into its plastic sleeve, and begin pulling off your gloves.

After confirming the destination, you let your eyes fall closed to focus on the map, still folded tightly in your lap. In your mind, however, it's sprawling and detailed, intimately familiar to you in a fraction of a second, route found as if it lights up on the map itself. Economos is the map's owner, and you smile faintly at how he'd mumbled complaints when Murn couldn't just 'buy it himself'.

Now came Part B of using your powers to navigate.

*Okay just a second -" you mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as if bracing. You gently rest your right elbow on the window where it has been rolled down, before reaching up to connect your fingertips gently to the metal of the van door above the open window -

the owner of the rental car was sitting some miles away eating yoghurt in his office and watching videos on his work computer, while all your senses felt like they were overwhelmed with the immediate sensations of the car as it drove, each minute movement in the engine, the gravel beneath the tires, the weight loaded in the back, the warmth of everyone in their seats, you can't see the road ahead but even with your eyes closed you can see out of each of the mirrors, can even see yourself grimacing at the edge of the passenger side mirror -

- every single road that's ever been driven in this van, every passenger, every moment and conversation, all the human moments and interactions hitting you while also giving you the mechanical sensations of the van itself, but even then the months it spent sitting on the showroom floor, the cold streamlined manufacturing process, the blistering, seeing heat as each individual part was forged from molten metal or other various components -

"Next left," tone sharp, you feel the uniquely intimate and altogether indescribable feeling as Economos' hands fidget on the wheel before he turns, and the rough sole of his sneaker as he eases back down on the breaks. But in your mind, one hand on the map and the other connected to the van, it's as if there's a GPS in your mind, knowing the exact distance you'd travelled, and how exactly it translates to the map in hand. Everything in your mind reeks of gasoline, you can feel it burning away, keeping you all going.

"You okay there?" It's Economos again. Eyes still closed, you can see at the edge of the drivers side mirror when he looks at you with concern. Vehicles were always overwhelming, though a very different kind of overwhelming to your textbooks; in a word, visceral. But thankfully, like the textbooks, you quickly get used to it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you took a few deep, calming breaths, trying to fill your lungs with as much fresh oxygen as you could, despite gasoline, metal, and oil still permeating your senses. When he shouldn't asks if you should have your eyes open to be able to give directions, you assure him it's not necessary, "I know the exact distance and surgeon we've come from and exactly how far we need to go," after a beat, you can't help but give a humorous smile, "and it's disorientating."

"Disorientating?"

With the map still held with three fingers, you reached up to angle the rear vision mirror to more directly face him, giving you a better look at him for the moment.

"Hi John," you give a big, goofy grin but are still facing forward, your eyes closed. He squints at the mirror for a long moment, then turns to squint at you in the passenger seat - "careful, if the wind changes you'll be stuck squinting like that," you teased, much to his apparent shock. The moment you hear Harcourt snicker you angle the mirror to face her, only to see her looking right back at it over her shoulder.

"Can you get the receipt out of my pocket so I don't have to let go of the map?" At your request she nods, and you thank her brightly. Economos calls you unsettling, but you reposition the mirror so you can get the best vantage out the back anyways, and finally Harcourt presses the receipt into your hand by the map.

And immediately you know the receipt is months old, from a gas station, tossed aside and missed the bin and -

"Hey Murn?"

"Yes, Chaser? Have you got a read on the Senator's location," Murn enquires, tone as serious as ever.

"I mean I think so, I can extrapolate -"

"Extrapolate? What do you mean?" And he's coming up to the front of the van now, you can see him concern in the mirror.

"I can chase someone to the ends of the earth no issue, and I can tell you now, thanks to these," you shook the map and receipt that you had clutched in the one hand, "the exact location of the receipt owner to like, the foot, and how he's travelling in real time, so as long as Judo Master sticks close to the Senator then technically I can tell you where the Senator is."

"Judo Master?" Murn's brow furrows from what you can see through the mirror.

"Yeah, so for future reference, if you need me to track someone, you need to make sure it's something of theirs that I'm actually tracking," a long pause follows, Murn clearly taking his time mulling over this information, "third exit after the roundabout," you instructed Economos.

"You really were able to use that dirty, old receipt to track Judo Master?" Murn's tone is strange and unreadable, neither awed nor afeared, you're not sure what to take from it. So you nod. You inform him that Judo Master is currently travelling via plane, judging by his speed and altitude. Murn thinks for another long moment, then looks directly into the rearview mirror, nodding firmly.

"Good to know," and he retreats back to briefing Peacemaker. Something about the whole exchange felt like a test, though you don't quite know why.

For the time being, as the briefing finally got underway, you retreated into the van's history in your head, only speaking up to give Economos directions. At least once you'd gotten used to the memories you could pick and choose which ones to spend time and focus on; you had every song that had ever been played, whether it was the radio or CD or friends singing along at the top of their lungs down the highway, you at least had a range to choose from. Meanwhile you keep thinking you see a flash of a maroon Seabring in the distance behind the van -

"What 2000s pop song have you found this time?" Harcourt's wry amusement can be heard over the actual music saving the van from silence.

"This isn't -" Economos starts, but you interrupt him with a grin.

"It's a compilation disc, 2009, absolute jackpot," you kept bopping to the beat in the memory.

"Stone cold killer, ladies and gentlemen," Economos added sarcastically, which amused the rest of the crew as they saw you dancing quietly in your seat, eyes closed, one hand still clutching the map and receipt, the other drumming on the outside of the car with the window still down, "man if that dude by the trash really was the same dude wanted for murder, I can totally see why you became friends with him."

"Right?!" Peacemaker immediately insisted.

"Am I being insulted right now? Are you guys insulting me? Our Vij?" You frown a little, confused but still smiling. It takes Economos and Peacemaker a long few moments to realise that they don't really know either.

Just quietly, you choose to take it as a compliment.

[vigsilantes]

[At HQ getting briefed about the mission] Emilia: Okay, so tonight’s mission is at the aquarium and we- Adrian: *gasps dramatically* Can we- Emilia: No. Adrian: Whatt you don’t even know what I was gonna say!? Emilia: You can’t feed the sharks… Adrian: Ugh! So not fair! Chris: Well I kinda wanted to- Emilia: NO ONE IS FEEDING THE SHARKS! Y/N: *whispers* can we at least feed the seals? Emilia: oh for fucks sake.

[pretendfan]

Currently writing this SUPER FLUFFY Adrian story it’s so cute, but even I’m a bit how fluffy is too fluffy?

Here’s the summary:

The 11th street Kids are absolutely SICK of you staring at Adrian, none of them could understand why and even worse the guy in question didn’t have a single clue, so the team try to help you out…

What do you think?

[tasmpeter]

night shift — adrian chase x fem!reader & emilia chase x fem!reader

summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

one — back in hell

two — 34+35

[multifandomfanficss]

Why Is This So Surprising?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

(With cameos from all of the 11th Street Kids)

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: The team sees a softer side to Adrian when his partner gets upset.

Warnings: Descriptions of something similar to a panic attack or autistic meltdown

A/N: So funny story this has actually been in my drafts for almost year and I forgot about it because I broke my phone the week I wrote it and got a new phone, but I’m thinking of maybe ending my hiatus and coming back soon. In the meantime I have some old fics I never posted. College and my mental health got in the way and I never got to finish some old WIPs, but I think I might finally be ready to pick them back up again! Hope you enjoy! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

You felt your breath catch in your throat as your lungs expand and contract trying to get air in. You were trying to forget about the mission you had just been on and you were having little success. You were able to push down your emotions on the car ride back to the old video store and you were currently staring at the piano, avoiding eye contact, in an effort to block out what Harcourt was saying. If you didn’t hear the debriefing it couldn’t be real, right? If you didn’t hear how terrible the mission went, it just simply didn’t happen. Sadly that wasn’t true. You found it getting harder for you to breathe. You pushed yourself up from your chair, getting ready to walk upstairs to be by yourself for a minute when you’re stopped by Harcourt.

“Where do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could leave. This is important.” She starts.

“I don’t need a recap of this. Thanks.” You say, continuing upstairs, your voice cracking.

“Hey, (L/N), we all did things we aren’t proud of today-“

“You didn’t do what I did!” You yell at her. Suddenly the room starts spinning. It all just feels too real. You can feel everything and it’s too much. You hear a clock ticking, water rushing through pipes, feet slapping on the pavement outside, the click click clicking of heels, the electricity in the lights, the lights that just won’t stop flickering. You back up into a wall and slide down it, tears blocking your vision. You let a sob come out.

“What are we supposed to do?” Chris asks quietly, standing up and walking closer.

“I don’t fucking know! I’ve never seen them like this!” Harcourt whisper yells. Adebayo stands up and walks over to you, the rest of the team crowding around. They’re making it harder to breathe until you start hyperventilating.

“What can we do for you?” She asks.

“You guys can move the fuck over. Give them some space.” Adrian says, pushing his way through the crowd. “Somebody go get them some water.” He commands and John leaves the room to grab you a glass. “Are you pro touch or anti touch right now?” He asks, but you feel like you’re underwater. You feel like speaking is like moving through quicksand and you just can’t manage it. Adrian slowly puts his hand out towards you, like a wounded animal. He tries to take your hand in his and at first a little jumpy, you let him. He puts your hand over his chest and takes deep exaggerated breaths. “Follow my breathing, okay? In and out.” He instructs you and you breathe together. “You’re doing such a good job.” He praises. When your breathing becomes somewhat regulated Adrian moves so he’s sitting against the wall and you’re leaning against his chest. He’s giving you the pressure you so desperately need, as he sways with you. He brings you back to this planet. Slowly, gravity starts to feel normal again. Now that you can breathe a steady stream of tears starts to flow. He wipes them occasionally as you lay with your ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat drown out the other noises that were too loud. “It wasn’t your fault. You did your best. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” He reminds you. John hands him the glass of water. “Here, (Y/N), drink this. You need to stay hydrated.” Adrian reminds you, as you take the glass of water. It feels cool against your throat which had previously felt like fire. “Thank you.” Adrian says to John.

“You’re welcome.” John responds. The rest of the team just stares. They’ve been staring the whole time. You don’t even notice the stares and neither does Adrian. Your minds are on more important matters. You completely forget they’re there until they start to speak up.

“How did you know what to do?” Harcourt asks.

“What do you mean?” Adrian answers her question with another question.

“Well we didn’t even know what to do and you say you don’t have emotions.” John comments.

“I say I don’t have emotions like other people. That doesn’t mean I don’t have emotions. I just have them differently.” He clarifies.

“Well you clearly don’t know what to do when I’m crying.” Chris starts. He then clears his throat. “I mean if I had cried you wouldn’t know what to do. Because I never cry! Crying is for babies!” He adds. Adebayo gives him a look and Harcourt slaps him on the arm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Harcourt whisper yells. You don’t take offense to his comment. You know he has masculinity issues.

“First of all crying is healthy. It’s a fundamental part of human nature. Second of all they’re my partner. We’ve slept in the same bed for over a year. I’d think I’d know how to take care of them. Why is this so surprising?” Adrian roles his eyes at the others while they shrug. Everyone has something to say, but they just decide to keep their mouths shut. As the tears start to slow, you shift in his arms, getting more comfortable. You don’t realize how tired you are until your eyes start to get heavy after you’ve made it to a comfortable position. You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Can we go home now?” You ask.

“Of course, Babe.” He says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. Adrian moves you off of his lap, stands, and reaches out a hand for you to lift yourself up with. The others wish you well as you collect your things to go home.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to come in tomorrow. Get some rest…and Chase…I’m sorry we underestimated you.” Harcourt tells the both of you. You can’t see your boyfriend’s goofy smile in the dark of the night outside the video store, but you can hear it in his voice as he thanks Harcourt and bids his goodbye. When you get home Adrian puts you in his softest t-shirt and you climb into bed. He pulls you to lay on him and you don’t object. You enjoy the feeling of his chest rising and falling and the sound of his heartbeat. You like that you can hear it better now that his suit is off. It’s comforting. He’s comforting.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

11th street kids and mission impossible: get exactly what you came for and leave without an international incident