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Pair of Aces - Chapter 5. Day Five

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 5. Day Five

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k~

Summary: Vigilante makes a key discovery in the Butterfly's plan and our pair gets a little closer.

Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence, Bad Flirting (kind of)

A/N: This chapter is finally done thank god. It’s a little shorter than the others but these two are getting sooooo close, we’re almost at the tipping point!

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She woke up the next morning and instantly regretted it. A pounding headache and dry mouth greeted her with reminders of how much she drank the night before. She dragged herself to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the masked man happily humming on the other side of the room. How the fuck was he so cheery? She felt like she’d been run over by a truck.

She leant over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, staring into the mirror with bleary hungover eyes.

I am never drinking again.

It was a blatant lie, the same thing she said to herself after every hangover. It never stuck but she found comfort in the little routine, berating herself for embarrassing decisions took some of the edge off. And fuck, was last night embarrassing. Embarrassing, inappropriate, unprofessional…

…super fucking hot.

She shook her head again and splashed more water on her cheeks, groaning at her slowly slipping self-control. There wasn’t time for this kind of thing, there was work to do. She quickly got dressed, took a deep breath and steeled herself for another day.

She exited the bathroom and made her way back over to the beds. She quickly picked up the bowls from the nightstand and started to walk back across the room to prepare breakfast.

“Um, do you have anything that isn’t oatmeal?” Vigilante hesitantly piped up, sitting up on his bed and watching her with the bowls.

She chuckled, moved back to her bed and set the bowls back down. “Not into another morning of maple?”

He shook his head at her as she started rummaging through her pack. “Alright, I’ve got granola bars and some apples.” She stood back up with the items in her hand and offered them to him.

He got up and grabbed a chocolate chip granola bar and an apple before moving over and sitting down on the couch. “Thanks. Do you always have so many snacks?”

She sat down next to him and unwrapped a granola bar. “Yeah, I’m pretty much always on the move so I got used to taking food everywhere with me.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. It’s really useful.” He rolled up his mask and smiled at her before taking a bite of the shiny red apple. She couldn’t help but watch as his incisors tore into the fruit, shredding the ripe flesh between his teeth.

Oh, come on! It’s too early for this.

She forced herself to avert her gaze and pulled out her phone instead, deciding to flip through her camera roll and ignore him.

“Whatcha looking at?” His muffled voice rang out through a mouthful of apple bits.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk with your mouth full! I’m looking at the photos from the farmhouse.” She sighed and scrunched up her face in concentration on the images. “There’s something we’re missing, I know it. I just need to figure out what.”

He made sure he had chewed and swallowed before responding to her. “Can I take a look?”

“Go ahead.” She shrugged and handed him the phone. “It just doesn’t make sense. Absolutely no one could be living in that place, but half a dozen people came out of nowhere.” She groaned in annoyance and balled up her granola bar wrapper, throwing it on the coffee table with more force than necessary.

He didn’t respond, intently focused on the pictures of the various rooms inside the farmhouse. They sat silently for a few moments while Vig scrolled through the images. Suddenly, he turned towards her with another smile.

“There.”

He handed back the device and pointed to the left corner. On the screen was the kitchen area of the building. It had scratched flooring and chipped counters wall to wall, with broken pipes and rusted appliances scattered around. She looked carefully at the corner Vigilante was pointing to but she didn’t see anything unusual.

“There what? What am I looking for?”

He leaned in and tapped the screen again in the lower corner. “Look at the floorboards.” She squinted at the zoomed-in floor. In the back corner, there was a large chunk of crown moulding missing and a dark gap between the edge of the wall and the floor.

“Okay? There’s …a hole?” She was still confused.

“Back at the Goff mansion, Peacemaker and I ended up in this weird sub-basement. It was dug out underground.” Vigilante explained. “Butterflies are insects, right? I think they like to burrow.”

Her eyes lit up with understanding. “There’s something under the house!”

He nodded and grinned at her. “Exactly.”

“This might be what we’ve been missing the whole time. Come on!” She leapt off the couch and rushed over to her gear bag. “Let’s go check this out.”

Vig tossed his apple core in the garbage and grabbed his own bags. They both quickly headed out to the car and drove the short distance to the farmhouse. She was giddy with excitement at the possible discovery, hopeful it would explain what the fuck was happening out here.

She was the first one in the house this time, making sure it was still empty and undisturbed from their last visit the day before. Vigilante followed her in and they made their way to the kitchen to inspect that gap in the floorboards. He leaned down and closely examined the missing moulding and cracked floor before straightening up.

“There’s definitely something under here, give me a hand?”

She leaned down next to him and they both pried at the flooring. Several pieces pulled away and exposed the edge of a wooden plank stuck underneath. They worked together to pull more pieces away and slowly uncovered the full plank, revealing it to be a hatch with a metal pull ring in the center. Vig kicked away some of the debris from the corner, trying to clear a path around the edges.

She was briefly distracted by the fact he was using his right foot. “Hey, you’re not limping anymore? Is your foot okay?”

He looked over at her and then down at his right foot. “Oh! Yeah, it’s all better now.” She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously and he tried to reassure her. “Seriously, it’s fine. I barely even notice it anymore.”

it wasn’t the right moment for this conversation so she let it slide, filing it away under the ‘weird Vigilante things’ mental folder she’d been slowly compiling the whole trip. Focusing back on the hatch, they finally got it free and were able to tug it open. The hatch revealed a ladder that descended into pitch-black darkness deep underneath the house.

“Holy shit, you were right.” She gave him an incredulous look before staring down into the dark pit.

“I’ll go first.” Vig was already stepping down onto the ladder while fishing out a flashlight from his utility belt.

“Be careful.”

He nodded at her before continuing on his descent, the torch lighting up the way down. After a minute or so she heard him hit the bottom and call up to her it was safe. She took a deep breath and started climbing down after him, grateful for the light he was shining for her.

When she reached the bottom, she steadied herself and tried to look around but the darkness enveloped everything outside the torch’s range. Vigilante was swinging the light around, looking for something.

“Here we go!” He exclaimed and lights flooded the area.

He had found a switch and dozens of overhead lamps all flickered on simultaneously, giving them a fully lit view of the space. She spun around, taking in the strange environment as best she could. It looked to be a large cavern, dug straight into the ground with strategically placed supports and beams holding it together.

“Stay close, we don’t know how deep this place goes.” He cautioned her and she agreed. Burrowing was definitely the correct word for this place, it was like a maze of tunnels. The hallways were wide enough for them to walk side by side as they explored the underground base. There were over a dozen long tunnels all connected with twists and turns through the space. Knocked-over crates, empty glass jars and several industrial hand trucks littered the floors and corners but she didn’t see anything else.

She tried to keep track of where there were going but quickly got turned around, everything looked the damn same. …except for that one.

“Hey, look!” She grabbed his arm and pointed to her left. She had spotted another ladder, different than the one they had climbed down initially. She tugged him over towards it and looked up, seeing another wooden hatch at the top.

Without a word, Vigilante grabbed onto the ladder and started the climb.

“Be careful, you don’t know what’s up there!” She called up to him as he pushed open the hatch and poked his head through.

“Oh, fuck!” Vig yelled out and ducked down, quickly closing the hatch behind him and racing back down the ladder.

“What happened? Are you ok?”

He was coughing and trying to take deep breaths through his mask. “It leads to that pasture I shot all the Butterflies in. The bodies are still there.” He gagged again. “Out in this heat, it’s fucking disgusting.”

She grimaced in sympathy, having dealt with her share of corpses before. She grabbed one of the crates laying around and turned it over so they could both sit down.

“What the fuck is this place?” She sighed. There was so much new information from their discovery but she was still confused. These tunnels were clearly how they got all those people into the house without anyone seeing them. But what for?

“Why would they drive to the pasture if they had these tunnels?” She closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what had happened the other day. Seven people had come out, gotten in the truck and driven to the pasture. Then they…what did they do? Before Vig shot them, they did something. What was it?

She was interrupted from her thoughts by Vigilante suddenly shoving her off the crate.

“Hey! What the fu-” She started to yell at him but she quickly shut up as he kicked the crate over and reached inside. He pulled out what looked to be a clipboard that had been stuck in one of the broken slats on the crate. Flipping it over, he held it out so they could both see it. Big bold letters marked the top of the page clipped to the board.

GLEN TAI BOTTLING COMPANY - DELIVERY INVOICE

The words stared back at her. What was Glen Tai? Deliveries?

“The bottles.” Vig spoke quietly and she turned to look at him. “They’re transporting crates of those glass jars with liquid inside them.”

That was what the Butterflies were doing in the pasture, she remembered now. They pulled jars out of a crate and ingested something from them. She looked around at all the tunnels surrounding them, at all the broken crates and jars on the ground.

“This is a food transport system.”

She understood now. Well, as much as she understood anything to do with the Butterflys currently. What she did know was they weren’t fully human, they needed this liquid and they were definitely using these tunnels to distribute it.

She looked over at Vig and he was staring down at the clipboard still.

“There’s a delivery scheduled for tomorrow.” He handed her the invoice and she quickly scanned the page. It looked like they had regular deliveries to this area, coming in and out through the farmhouse and god knows where else through these tunnels. Lucky for them, there was a drop-off listed for the following afternoon.

“Well, then I guess we’ll have to come visit them tomorrow!” She sounded chipper at the thought.

Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “And do what?”

She looked at him with a grin. “And kill every single last one of them.”

They raced back through the tunnels, only getting lost twice which felt like an accomplishment. Surfacing in the dilapidated farmhouse they quickly headed back to the Sebring.

He stopped before opening the car door and turned towards her. “Hey, I know we didn’t kill anyone today but can we still get pizza?”

She thought for a moment, then smiled at him. “Okay, sure. Finding that hatch was a stroke of genius so I’ll agree to a victory pizza. Same toppings as last time?”

Vigilante nodded happily as they hopped in and he pulled the car onto the main road, heading toward the town. A short stop at the pizza place and they were back in the motel enjoying the hot pepperoni and mushroom goodness.

They ate mostly in silence, deeply engrossed in the food after a long day exploring weird caves. It was a comfortable silence, they were both trying to understand exactly what was happening down there and what would go down tomorrow.

She eyed the pizza sitting on the coffee table. She knew she had finished her half of the pizza but there was one slice left in the box, taunting her. He wouldn’t mind, right? It was just one slice. She reached over and quickly snagged it out of the box, consequences be damned.

“Hey, that was mine!” She glanced over at the outburst, his outrage at her thievery evident. She raised the slice to her mouth in defiance but froze when she saw the deadly serious look on his face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed behind the red visor glass, staring her down.

Oh shit.

She leapt up from the couch and tried to quickly move the slice in her hand far away from him before he pounced. Unfortunately, he was faster than her and managed to snake his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him and preventing her escape.

"Stealing is a crime you know!" He growled in her ear.

She froze again, completely distracted by how he was pressed into her and holding her firmly in place against him. She could feel the heat from his body radiating through his t-shirt as he tugged her into his solid grip.

He slid one arm out to grab her elbow and pull her arm back towards him, trying to maneuver the pizza slice into his open mouth for a bite. She quickly realized his intentions and twisted away, trying to break his grip at the last second. He refused to let her go and was pulled forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder instead of the pizza.

He stilled immediately, teeth still clamped onto her skin. He expected to be met with the usual 'No biting!' like Peacemaker always yelled, or at least some sort of angry response. Instead, she reacted by arching into him with a barely disguised whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Surprised, he slowly released her shoulder from the clutch of his teeth.

She immediately started to yell at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What the fuck!"

"I was aiming for the food!"

"Well, you fucking missed!" She hissed, renewing her struggle against his hold.

He wrapped his free arm back around her ribs and forced her to hold still while he leaned in, muttering lowly in her ear. "...did you enjoy that?"

“Dude, what the hell!” She protested strongly, this was not a conversation she wanted to have right now.

“What? It sure sounded like it, I want to know.”

She flailed even harder against him trying to get away. “Just let me go!”

"Nuh-uh." He chastised her attempt and gripped her even harder, pulling her tight against his chest. "Food for your freedom, those are the terms."

"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" All her efforts to break out of his hold were futile, but she was hoping the movement would help disguise just how hard she was breathing.

"Is this you being terrorized?" He laughed right by her ear, his breath ghosting against the cool streak of saliva still decorating the imprint he left on her shoulder. Shivers raced down her spine at the sudden sensation and she stopped struggling, still trapped in his arms.

"How about this, give me the pizza and I'll bite you again." He stated plainly, in that cursed nonchalant tone.

"Don't you mean or? Like a threat?"

"Nope."

She could practically hear the grin on his face widen.

Oh goddammit.

If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’s certain she would have fallen on the floor with how quickly her knees are turning to jelly. She needed this to stop before she made a mistake.

“Don’t. Just take it.” She mumbled and raised the slice in her hand back towards him without looking, then went limp in his arms. “Please let me go now.”

He immediately dropped his grasp on her and slowly took the piece of pizza. She stepped away, trying to put as much distance between them as she could. He frowned, watching her practically run away from him.

“Hey. I was just teasing, you didn’t have t-”

She cut him off with a shake of her head. “It’s your slice! I just don’t feel well, still kind of hungover.”

He relaxed a little but still looked at her warily. “Do you need anything?”

“Um, water maybe?” She was surprised at his offer but she was in fact thirsty.

He nodded and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing one of the leftover glasses from the previous evening with one hand while he munched on his recovered slice of pizza. He filled the glass with water from the tap and brought it out to her.

“Thanks.” She sipped the water slowly. There was a moment of silence between them, broken up only by Vig chewing the last few bites of the food.

Eventually, she broke the slightly tense atmosphere with a question she thought would distract him. “So, for tomorrow. What kind of firepower do you think we’ll need?”

She was correct, he jumped at the question and spent the next few hours going through every single weapon the two of them had brought. She bit her tongue and let him pick up each and every blade in her cases, listening as he explained exactly how he would use each one in their mission tomorrow. He wanted to bring everything, who knows what they would need? She cautiously reminded him they couldn’t carry all of that down with them and that they needed to prioritize.

“You can’t bring thirty-seven blades with you Vig. You only have two hands, come on.”

“But they’re all different!” He whined. “What if we need a specific knife and you didn’t let me bring it and then the whole thing goes to shit and we both die? What then!”

She crossed her arms. “We are not going to die because I didn’t let you bring both a four-inch and a six-inch model of the same damn knife.”

“You don’t know that!”

“The great and talented Vigilante, taken down because of a slightly too short knife?” She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. “I thought you were better than that.”

He scowled at her, easily rising to the bait. “It wouldn't be my fault, it would be yours but fine! I’ll just have to use my awesome skills to compensate for your unreasonably limited weapon choices.”

She rolled her eyes as she packed away the ten knives she had allowed him to select from her collection. He did have decent taste, the selection contained several of her favourites. She placed them in her large duffel bag next to the stash of guns, ammo and adhesive explosives that Task Force X had included in their gear. Those would be coming in especially handy for tomorrow.

Vig called out to her after she had finished with the gear. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

She gave him a small smile as thanks, flicked off the lights and crawled into bed. Before she closed her eyes and drifted off, she gently ran a finger over the small mark on her shoulder and thought about the man across the room responsible for it. She just had to survive one more night with him.

Just one more night.

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A/N: These two, I swear to god. Idiots, the both of them lol. Just one night left! Let me know what you think so far :)

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tinalbion · 1 year

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A R E A L H E R O | s e v e n

You move to Evergreen for a fresh start, you’ve inherited your grandparents’ place, and then you meet the sweetest guy. But there’s a duality to him, something a bit darker. Then you meet Vigilante, a killer anti-hero who just looks out for the safety of Evergreen, but the dangerous side of him appeals to you more than you care to admit.

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit; smut; vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), angst, brief mention of Vij being tortured, trust issues, is he keeping secrets?

Length: 6.7k

p a r t 7 | s t i l l h e r e

A/N: I KNOW it’s been forever but I’ve never forgotten about him I promise you, this will continue! <3 Please, as always, let me hear your thoughts!

The people at work had been more challenging to deal with since you spent so much time trying your best to hide your injuries with caked-on makeup, and you had never been asked so many questions in your life nor did you really have answers that anyone really found to be satisfactory. They assumed you weren’t telling them the entire story, and that’s just how it was sometimes when it came to people you worked with; overly nosey just because their lives hadn’t been as interesting as yours. You heard all of the disgusting rumors and obviously not-so-quiet whispers of you moving away and being whisked away by a budding romance only to have it all turn sour as your new boyfriend was an obvious woman beater. You wished they had more creative minds, and yet you were thankful they didn’t initially assume you were stuck in the middle of a romance with a cape of all things.

Fuck, you hated it here sometimes.

As you continued your work day, you brushed aside everyone giving you all of that fake pity as they asked you if they could do anything to help you, or just the absolutely pathetic lines delivered by poor old Bradley. He tried, you’d give him that, but it made you cringe to even hear him attempt his usual shtick. You ignored him and tried your best to ignore his attempts, but at the end of the day, you made the brisk walk back to your car as you reached into your pocket, your fingers gripped around the object that made you feel slightly more at ease. But even underneath the fear you felt walking alone, your mind immediately went to Adrian.

How was he doing, was he holding up okay? You had become more wrapped up and worried for his well-being ever since connecting the dots, but you trusted him to keep his usual lifestyle without making much change. He'd lasted this long without you, he didn't need you to survive and that wouldn't change now, you were the only thing that may have changed his outlook on being more careful with his identity, but it would be some getting used to for you both.

You drove back to your newly acquired place back in Evergreen, picking up some food on the way since you were too exhausted and had no desire to cook a thing. You bobbed your head to the music as you pulled into the driveway of your place, and you felt a sense of comfort as you walked up to the door and happily unlocked it. It was a long time since you felt at peace like this when you walked through your door, so you needed to enjoy it while you could, but for now, you needed food and quickly.

As you sat on your sofa, freshly washed from your shower as you held the bowl of food up to your face as you stared intently at the television, your phone buzzed beside your leg several times. You peeked over at the screen and saw that your friend from your old town had messaged you after weeks of no contact, her texts seemed as if nothing happened and all was well between the both of you. Of course, you felt that you should respond to see how she was, but the number of times you reached out to her and got ignored was too many times to count. You felt as if she was upset that you moved, but whatever the reason, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what she wanted.

With one hand, you swiped open the screen and began your conversation, but another message came through from Adrian, a normal occurrence after you’d gotten home from work.

Hey, you get home okay? I totally spaced out since I was working on a new campaign for D&D. Adrian :)

You smirked and replied back quickly, letting him know you were doing okay, then you asked about his day and the campaign he had going on but then were met with silence for a bit.

It didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, you both respected each other's time apart and loved that you could easily rely on Adrian to respect those boundaries, it made you lean back against the cushions and smile. You hated how warm and fuzzy he made you feel so quickly, but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it either. Sure, it had come with unexpected baggage, but what kind of person would you be if you denied that part of him? He was perfect in every sense of the word, and you cared a great deal for him.

When you sent off another text to him, you told him that you had to sleep for work soon but you were going to think about him tonight before bed, then sent a few of the emojis he liked to use in every conversation. You laughed to yourself and sighed as you clicked back on the text your friend sent, you wondered how you’d reply to it as you sat there and mulled it over for a few more minutes until you decided to go on a small tangent before hitting send, You didn’t think about it much after that and decided to head to bed.

You slid in between the covers and nestled comfortably into the pillows and looked at your phone one more time, you saw nothing from Adrian and something in your chest ached. ‘Don’t get bent out of shape, he’s probably busy, there are things he could be doing, calm down.’ There was no reason to worry about anything, you were just overthinking and just needed to rest, relax your mind, and focus on anything but being one of those clingy girlfriends. Oh boy, that was a thought you didn’t expect, you were someone’s girlfriend, even after you swore that you didn’t need anything serious after moving into a new place, you needed to get things in order and settle in before doing something so stupid so quickly. Yet it happened and everything unraveled so quickly, the quickness of how everything happened had caught you so off guard that you hadn’t even thought of it in terms of how other people would view it. How would that sound when you told the story of how you met?

You surprised yourself with a laugh and shook your head. Who gave a damn what other people thought? This was for you and Adrian, this didn’t involve others, and you decided that was the best option. While you lay there and tried to rest your mind, your eyes fluttered closed and tried your best to drift off, but it was almost impossible. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the shifting of your lattice wall panel outside of your window, nor did you hear the sound of your rooftop creaking slightly under the pressure of someone's footsteps. You stretched your arms out as your eyes began to feel a bit heavier, yawning and oscitant, you released a yawn and tried to allow your body to fall into a state of comfort. Well, you tried anyway, until you heard the sound of your window opening slowly. Your entire body froze for a split second, but as soon as you confirmed that it was your window you heard moving, you instinctively reached for the baseball bat that leaned against the wall and lept out of bed.

There was no time to turn on your lights nor was there much light being let in to begin with, and all you could see was a hulking silhouette. “Get the FUCK out of my room, you fucking–”

“Wait! It’s me! Shit!” Adrian’s voice sounded out in your room and it caused you to freeze and drop the bat.

“Adrian Chase, you absolute fucking– GAH!” You reached over to flip the lamp on and saw him with one leg still hanging out the window, his hair disheveled, and glasses askew. You took a deep breath and groaned. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Adrian, what the hell! You can’t just crawl into my room without so much as a warning, I’ve been kidnapped you know! That sorta triggers someone to be on the defensive!”

He turned around to close your window and turned back to look at you, the gears turning in his head. “Oh, man, you’re right, I didn’t even think about that… Shit, I’m sorry.” He held out his arms and gave you a crooked grin, one that almost looked like he was being more mischievous than apologetic.

Your heart rate slowed down and you shook your head, you walked over to him and scoffed as you clung to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “You fuckin’ goof, I coulda clocked you with a bat.”

“I’ve had some pretty bad hits, don’t worry about me,” he replied coolly. And you didn’t doubt that.

When you pulled away, you looked at him and smiled, knowing you couldn’t really be too mad at him, just a little though. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was wearing a shit-eating grin. “Well, I was out, you know, doing some super cool stuff,” —a top secret way to say he was beating the hell out of someone tonight– “and after I got back, I just thought, how cool would it be to climb up the side of my girlfriend's house and surprise her with how romantic I am? Like how in that one movie where the guy climbs through that girl’s window, well, you get the point.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, the look on his face was too pure. “Adrian, that’s actually really sweet, but I gotta sleep for work tomorrow morning. As much as I’d love to spend more time with you…”

His eyes widened and his features lit up. “What if I just lay with you? Nothing sexual,” he held up his hands as soon as he saw you make a face, “just wanna sleep next to you. Sound okay?”

Your lips pursed and you thought about it, and you had agreed in your head almost immediately, but the look on his face when you didn’t respond immediately was too priceless, so you decided to tease him a bit more. You brought your hand to your chin, tapping it in thought while you paced back and forth, and it didn’t last long until Adrian groaned and threw up his hands.

“Oh come on, babe," he huffed, “did you wanna?” His voice almost sounded like he was pleading, so, so close to begging.

With a growing smile, you walked back up to him and grabbed both of his hands, then you pulled him toward your bed. “I suppose when you ask so nicely, I guess I could let it slide. Kick your shoes off anywhere.”

Adrian did as he was told and placed his shoes off to the side of the bed and kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his tee shirt, then he placed his glasses on the bedside table while he slid in beside you and enveloped you in his arms. When you laid back against him, your head rested on his chest and you heard his heartbeat, so you closed your eyes and just listened to it. Neither of you said anything for a bit, the serenity of just existing with each other after everything you’d been through was a level of acceptance you didn’t know you needed until tonight.

“Thanks for this, Adrian,” you said softly as your hand continued to caress his arm mindlessly.

He moved his head a little and made a little hum. “For what?”

“Coming over, just doing this, being here.”

Adrian smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze as if to say he was there for you always, and it made you laugh a little. “Thanks for not bludgeoning me to death with your bat and letting me stay over,” he replied. “Very nice of you to let me keep my knees.”

You snorted and sighed. “It’s a pleasure. But seriously, this is nice. I missed you today, was a little worried when I kept texting you, figured I scared you off.”

He snorted and sighed. "That's not gonna scare me away, try harder than that. Well, actually, don't do that? I kinda don't want to–"

"Shut up, Adrian," you laughed.

As he lay there, Adrian had known this would affect you both, but he hoped you didn't see any of this as being too overbearing. Did you live your life, go to work, and worry about him constantly, or did you worry about your lack of safety and wanted to change your mind? Why would you want to go through that constantly, wouldn’t that become tiring for you? Would that drive you over the edge and make you push yourself away from him? He remembered that you both made the choice, you were incredibly clear on that, but there was always that little nagging voice in the back of his head that made him rethink these choices. You had wanted to be with him, you said it yourself, that was all the proof he needed.

A small breathy laugh followed. “I missed you, too. I just didn’t wanna bother you when you got home from work, wanted you to relax, enjoy it, ya know?”

“I get that, I appreciate that, too. Just gotta get used to the odd hours you keep sometimes, that’s all.” You nuzzled your body closer into the crevice between his arm and his chest, and you had found the perfect spot in his embrace, and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling that pull into unconsciousness. “Tell me about your day.”

Adrian moved his head to where his cheek was resting on you, and he began to recount his day to you. “Well, work wasn’t too exciting like always, but it went by quickly, so I figured since I was still feeling up to it, I had wanted to see if I could get another campaign set up for us to play if you ever wanted to try again, then I wanted to patrol for a bit. Needed to get out some energy. But all I could think about was you, weird how that is now. All I could think about was getting joy from making Evergreen safe, but now that’s not my only priority. Now I get why the whole secret identity thing is such a big deal, it–”

He stopped talking as he listened to you, the light and steady sound of your breath was the only thing he could hear. You had fallen asleep in his arms as he spoke to you, so he figured he could tell you a story about one of his heroic tales from his game, but he had only gotten a little into the story until he let out a yawn. Within moments, you both lay quiescent in the darkness of your room, and it was a brief blissful peace you could enjoy while it lasted.

It had been a solid six months of dating Adrian and it was a whirlwind of emotions, but every day you swore you'd never change a thing about the relationship you guys had. There hadn't been anything as exciting as your kidnapping that you had been a part of, but you were thankful for it. Adrian had begun to come over more often, you had gone over to his place, and he had even met some of your coworkers at one point when he kindly offered to drive you to and from work when your car was in the shop. Everything had felt right.

And it had stayed that way for a while until someone from his old life came back and changed everything.

Adrian was working a shift at Fennel Fields while you were at home doing some last-minute touch-ups around the house. It was getting to be later in the year, and even though it was still quite warm, the colder weather would be coming soon, so you had made sure everything on the outside of the windows would hold during the winter months.

This meant you were too busy to get the exciting barrage of text messages from him, excitedly telling you that he saw an old friend back in town that he thought would be locked up for another twenty-six years, but he was there in the restaurant. When he spoke about Peacemaker, immediately your mind went to the question of why this person was in prison for the past four years but figured since he was friends with Vigilante, it made sense. Maybe he wasn't as safe about his identity as Vij was, so you chalked it up to that for the time being.

‘Okay, calm down! We can talk more about it if you want after your shift. I can make your favorite to eat ♡’ After you hit send on the message, you waited until he texted back, which was almost instantly.

Adrian agreed to your offer and went back to his shift. So you finished your work outside and began getting some food ready.

By the time it was done and you were washed up, Adrian was walking into your place with a large smile. He shuffled into the kitchen as he saw you grabbing two plates from the cabinet and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Hey," he greeted sweetly as he kissed your cheek.

"Hey babes, how was the rest of your shift?"

"Holy shit, Y/N, it was the most surprising day I've had in a long time! My best friend Chris was there in full uniform and everything with some group of people I've never seen, but he was out of prison, which I hadn't expected at all."

"Oh Chris, you've mentioned his name before, Peacemaker, yeah?"

"Yeah! Peacemaker himself! I'm so fucking stoked I got my best friend back! Only thing is, well…" his words trailed off as he looked down in thought.

"What is it, Adrian?" You brushed his hair away from his face.

"Well, he doesn't know my identity, I want to keep myself safe and he doesn't know me personally, just as Vigilante."

“Oh, that's not too much of an issue, maybe try to hang out with him as Vij, at least. Maybe he needs his friend right now, someone familiar.” You smiled and continued to fix up your plates, but he still seemed to be on edge.

You had learned not to force Adrian to talk about things he didn’t want to or didn’t know how to really converse about, but he would get there on his own like he always did. So you walked around the kitchen island and set everything up, but he refused to move from where he rested on the counter, his mind spinning with so many thoughts.

And he knew that you were right; Chris probably needed a friend when he got back home and Adrian could totally provide that! Only thing was, what were friends supposed to do in situations like these? He had never gotten incredibly personal with Peacemaker, it was always 'go after the bad guys and do what needs to be done, shoot up the appliances afterward'. Either way, he figured he’d head home and get all gussied up as Vigilante to pay his friend a visit when he could, but right now, you were right here in front of him looking absolutely perfect in your outfit. How hadn’t he noticed it before? Adrian was curious if you wore it for him, but what fun was it to focus on that when he could easily focus on getting you out of it?

He walked beside you and grabbed the cup from your hand and set it aside, then he turned you to face him while he slid his knee between your legs, spreading you open quite easily. Your eyes widened but you didn’t dare stop him when he had that look in his eyes, it was familiar and one you’d grown accustomed to after all the time you spent together. You could read him well enough and you pride yourself on that, especially since you’d been told that he wasn’t always the most predictable kid, nor was he the most liked.

You reached your hand up to place on the back of his neck while he pushed himself forward, he couldn't help but hover over you as you leaned back uncomfortably against the counter, but you wouldn't complain about it. His eyes stared down at you over the frames of his glasses, making you feel restless under his gaze.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" You asked sheepishly, curious to see where he’d take this.

Adrian only smiled as he nuzzled his face against the side of your neck, his nose and lips gently brushed against your exposed throat while his hand slid on the other side of your neck, and the sounds you let out were melodious to him. You were getting so worked up with something as simple as this and it was almost pathetic with how wet you felt already, but could you blame yourself when his hand was so close to your throat?

“Do you trust me?” A quiet whisper beside your ear.

“Yes,” you breathed quickly.

He was almost taken aback by how quickly you answered, but it shouldn’t have surprised him, he knew you’d do just about anything for him. “Good.” His mouth lowered onto your skin and began to kiss you along your jaw while his hand easily slipped in through the front of your pants, his fingers found the hem of your underwear and slipped beneath them quickly. Your back arched as soon as you felt the tip of his finger glide across your clit, and your eyes widened while your hand grabbed his shoulder in desperation.

“Fuck, Adrian,” you gasped as you sucked in a breath of air. His fingers worked you like magic while he continued to bury his face against you, kissing you everywhere he could.

When he got to the neck of your shirt, he immediately lifted it out of the way and began to grope you through your bra while he nipped and licked at your breasts. Pawing at you like he was in heat, it was an incredible feeling. It felt almost rushed as if he needed to be inside of you before he exploded, so you attempted to help him by reaching for the buttons of your pants, but he moved quickly and snatched your wrists, he pushed them against the counter, and he held them there while his mouth went back to licking your nipples that poked out from the top of your bra.

Your legs shifted as you tried to ignore the building feeling between your legs, the amount of wetness that you could feel cling to your inner thighs made you feel like you needed to get out of your pants immediately.

“Baby, c’mon, let me take them off,” you begged, your skin already feeling flushed and hot as he continued to use his mouth. He didn’t respond just yet, instead, he bit your nipple ever so slightly. “Adrian!” you gasped out.

He smiled as he pulled back and sunk to his knees, his eyes still staring up at you intently while his hands got to work and began to get rid of your pants, then he stopped when you stood there in your half taken off shirt, pulled down bra, and your soaked underwear.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he exhaled in awe. He saw the look on your face as he complimented you, catching you off guard while he rested on his knees for you. He loved being like this, worshipping you as much as he could if you let him, he knew the pain of waiting all too well, all he wanted to do was take you and claim you when he could. Taking his time though? Worshipping your body with every inch? He fucking craved it, much like he did now.

His fingers pushed aside your underwear and he tested you again, slowly slipping a single finger inside you. Your leg moved to welcome him in deeper, your head hung back, and you sighed heavily with the simple touch. He would start slowly and slide in one or two fingers at a time, watching as your juices coated his hand and the entirety of your thighs, watching it drip down with intense interest. It pained you how slow he was going but you’d loved it too, the intensity as it built up in the pit of your stomach sent you into a frenzy. When he pushed that third finger inside of you, your legs were getting weaker, your legs wobbled and almost gave out beneath you, but he was there to catch you with one hand still knuckles deep inside of you.

“Ooh, seems like someone needs to lay down, can’t handle it?”

“I ca-can handle it, I just need to– ahh fuck!”

His pace picked up for several fast pumps, and you were thrown off as your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of what you were about to say. Of course, he continued as if he’d done nothing, his eyes stared up and watched your expressions shift with each thrust inside of you.

“Come on,” he said suddenly as he stood, then removed his fingers from your aching core and sucked them off. “Wanna go somewhere comfortable?”

You didn’t respond to him in words, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him along with you as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, his laughter and yours filled the room while the food sat untouched on the countertop of the kitchen island, but neither of you could have cared less. You pushed him onto the sofa and watched as he leaned back with his legs spread for you, he looked so good like this, laying there as he looked up at you expectantly, wondering what your plan was next. Your hands made it to his jeans, fumbling with them to get them off, then you pulled his shirt over his head, though both of you struggled momentarily while his glasses fell off to the side. You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss, your tongue pushed past his lips to swirl against his, and your hand reached back to grasp him through his underwear. You slowly moved your hand up and down his shaft, the feeling of the fabric not as bothersome as could be expected, but he really wanted to feel your mouth on him instead. But of course, you smirked down at him while you continued to take your sweet time.

Adrian groaned as he throbbed in your grasp, wanting to feel the warmth of your hand on his skin. "Is this payback for me teasing you in the kitchen?" He chuckled as he bucked his hips upward into your hand.

"Possibly," you grinned and squeezed his cock gently. He let out a sigh that made you even want to blush.

But what you didn't anticipate was for Adrian to suddenly force his body to slide down off of the sofa to where he sat on the floor with his head still resting on the cushion, his hands easily keeping your thighs in place, your dripping sex hovering just above his face. He was quick and maneuvered easily, he was so strong to hold you so still as he didn't allow you to move, but you looked almost horrified as he held you there.

"Adrian Chase, what are you doing?!" You gasped. Your underwear was still on but you knew that wouldn't stop him.

"I'm gonna try something a little different, is that okay?"

You nodded and watched in wonder as you tried to keep your composure. When he allowed your weight to sink down, you panicked a little, never having sat on anyone's face before.

"Adrian, are you sure?" You asked nervously.

He didn't even give you a response with words, he practically tore at the side of your underwear to move it aside as you hovered closer to his mouth, so he just went for it. His mouth was on you and his tongue had felt so deeply pushed inside of you, his hot breath on your already soaked folds made your eyes close as your head lolled back, enjoying each moment.

It was hard to remain upright as he placed several sweet kisses along your inner thighs, but what really got you to twitch in his grasp was the kiss and the quick swipe of his tongue against your swollen clit, the feeling of having it throbbing while it rested on his tongue before he kissed you again was so overpowering it almost sent you forward. You had to lean forward to grab onto something, anything, so your fingers latched onto the edge of the sofa though it wasn't all that steady, it was something to ground you and to keep you from falling anywhere.

His mouth, as always, worked like magic on you and once he began to stroke circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb, well it was all over for you. It didn't take long to get that intense feeling in the pit of your stomach, your hands holding onto the sofa for dear life as you tried your best not to squeeze his head between your thighs from the sheer pleasure you were experiencing.

"Fuck, Adrian, I can't– oh my god, I can't hold– ahh!" Your eyes squeezed shut and you clawed into the cushions while you came onto Adrian's eager tongue, the rocking of your hips slowed, yet his hands never released their grip on you. He continued to clean up any wetness that spilled from your inner thighs, the sensitivity now making you want to jolt in laughter while you still attempted to catch your breath.

"Christ, I can barely move…" you sighed as you leaned forward, your weight was supported beneath still while you leaned against the back of the couch. "You're amazing."

Adrian shuffled a little and suddenly you had been lifted upward as he slipped back onto the couch, you hung on for dear life, but it was over in an instant. "I've been told that and I never get tired of hearing it," he smirked while he wiped his chin off. "So you can keep going if you wanna."

You snorted and collapsed onto his chest to breathe a moment. "Yeah, sure, I'll always be there to inflate your ego a little further just so I can see you float off into the distance."

You both shared a moment of laughter as you both lay there for a moment, Adrian allowed you to get your breathing under control until he shifted beside you, and your eyes immediately glanced over to him. That smile he wore always made you feel as if there was nothing to worry about in the world, and the way he looked at you spoke legions of the time you’d spent with him. You couldn’t believe how deep you’d fallen for this guy in the time you’d known him, but you wouldn’t change a thing even if someone offered you all the money in the world.

It had been a few days since your last encounter with Adrian, and he hadn’t really texted as much as you expected him to, which wasn’t the end of the world, but it was still strange nonetheless. You had gone to work and did your usual routine, but whenever you’d checked your phone, there had been no response. Maybe he was just caught up in some Vigilante business and you definitely wouldn’t get in the middle of that, so you continued on and tried to not let the radio silence get to you.

But how could you NOT let it get to you? He was always so vocal about having you check in with him ever since the kidnapping incident that you just found it to be second nature, so when he hadn’t responded to you in a couple of days, you pushed the worry down deep within and stewed on it.

By the end of day four, you were at wit's end and even slightly more terrified than usual to go outside at night on your own, which seemed almost ridiculous to think about. Just because he wasn't responding didn't mean the worst happened, but if something DID, what did that mean for you?

You walked back to your sofa and plopped down onto it, a drink in one hand with the remote in the other, your gaze fixated on the screen before you. You had stopped checking your phone after day three, you had figured something came up and left it at that, you wouldn't worry about too much if he was maybe trying to save his own identity, you had come up with so many scenarios that all of them just sort of stuck in your head at once. You sipped at the beverage and wallowed, it was what you did best in times like these.

It wasn't until you had been dozing off that your body jerked up in response to a sound coming from your front door, a heavy and frantic pounding. You gasped and jumped to your feet, your hands reached for the first thing that you could swing at someone, which unfortunately was one of your long floor torch lamps. At least it was cheap and easily replaceable.

The knocks came again and you heard muffled talking, a familiar voice, and you took a deep breath and released a sigh. "Adrian," you breathed.

You swung the door open and saw a blonde woman sitting in her car, watching as Adrian stood there at your doorstep, looking absolutely pathetic as he stared at you with sadness in his eyes. The car took off and you watched in silence, then you looked back at the man before you, unable to piece together what the hell had happened.

"Adrian, what–"

"Can I come in? Please?"

You sighed and stepped aside and set the lamp down once you shut and relocked the door, but you almost wanted to scream at Adrian for keeping you so worried, yet you didn't and easily kept your cool. But when he walked through the door and into the living room, you couldn't help but notice a small limp he suddenly had.

"Adrian," you gasped with all anger set aside, "are you okay? What happened?" You were at his side almost immediately as you slipped your arm around his waist to allow him to take some weight off his foot.

Adrian looked away from you and didn’t even want to bring his gaze to meet yours as you walked him to the bathroom, where you had him sit on the chair you had in the corner, a little corner set up just for emergencies like this. You didn’t push him for anything else after that, you just grabbed the first aid kit you purchased with him in mind, then slowly removed his shoe. As he winced and bit back a loud yelp, you took it slower and placed the shoe off to the side.

When you saw the damage, it wasn’t entirely terrible, but how the hell did he have this sort of wound to his pinky toe? You were desperate for answers but even now, after six months, you’d never press him, though he could easily tell how pissed you were.

“Look, babe…” He sighed and still couldn’t bring himself to look at you fully without wanting to look away. “I was on a mission, shit went south really quickly and I got out, that’s it.”

“Adrian, I didn’t hear from you in four days, and I don’t mind that we don’t see each other, but hearing from you to make sure you’re okay IS important. I was scared something happened to you!” You poured a bit of rubbing alcohol on the wound and Adrian groaned as he shifted in his seat, but you ignored him and began to gently pat at the skin around it with a washcloth.

He pushed up his glasses and looked down at you as you continued to help him, your hands always gentle as you took care of him. It didn’t really dawn on him that messaging you was important, he figured you’d understand that he was busy, but hearing how worried you’d been over him had made him feel guilty. Was this how it was going to be with someone, someone who actually cared, leaving them behind and worried sick? He hated that feeling, he never really thought about it so in depth until now, he got that knowing him could have put you in danger, but he never really thought of the emotional aspect, why would he?

“You’re right,” he breathed, “I’m sorry. It was shitty of me, but I wanted you to be safe, I couldn’t contact you because I– fuck.”

That’s when you finally looked up at him and realized just how haggard he truly looked. The red-shot eyes mixed with how dark they’d been underneath, he hadn’t slept well in a few days, tops. “Adrian, what’s going on?” Your voice was soft and for a moment, he almost poured his heart out to you because of the face you gave him, but he stopped.

“I can’t say…” was all he replied with.

He looked ashamed, but you felt more hurt knowing that he possibly couldn’t trust you. “Is it because of your identity?”

Adrian sat there and thought about it for a moment, and couldn’t really rule that out entirely. “Sort of, but there’s more to it. I would LOVE to tell you, honest, they just said I couldn’t…”

You let out a sigh and nodded, knowing very well that pushing this would get you nowhere nor would it do any good for either of you. "Just tell me one thing," you sighed.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me you'll be careful, I really don't want anything to happen to you."

Adrian sighed and looked down at you again once you sat back on your knees, his foot now properly bandaged and his shoe had been placed off to the side. You stood up and held out your hand for him, he took it and tested out walking on the floor. He smiled as he looked up at you with a grin, and you wished you could return it with the same enthusiasm as he offered, but with a sigh, you had tried your best and offered him a grin.

"Can you try not to almost lose a toe the next time you go out?"

Adrian nodded quietly and wasn't sure how to continue the conversation after all of this, so he walked over to the doorway and leaned against it to keep the weight off of his foot.

"So uh, if you're okay with it, could I stay here with you? I understand if you don't want me to, I just uh, I don't wanna be alone…" Adrian had a difficult time admitting this, but you were the only other one who truly saw him in such a vulnerable state.

You didn't want him to think that you would turn him away, you could never, so you offered a small smile and opened your arms to welcome him. "You know me, I wouldn't ever not want you to stay over, Adi. Come on, I’ll get you something to eat, you hungry?” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Adrian gave a sigh of relief and followed you out of the bathroom and leaned a little onto your side. “Thanks for everything, babe.”

You felt that usual warm and fuzzy feeling you usually got with him being around. “Of course,” you replied with a smile, but deep down, you felt uneasy.

Not about him, but about everything going on with Adrian, and you wondered if it was just a passing feeling. You chuckled to yourself and disregarded the thought, and it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. You figured everything would be fine.

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Lessons in Calligraphy Part Two: Cross Your T's (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader)

Hello hello and happy holidays. Today I gift you part two of my Adrian x Reader fic. It's my first smut too. It's not good, but listen I wrote it and my goal was to finish it and I did, so I feel pretty accomplished. My writing is incredibly rusty and forced but I'm proud I combatted my depression and said "fuck you I'm gonna do it anyway." <3 as always feedback is appreciated but please be nice as I am sensitive.

Warnings: Minors DNI. Explicit content. Please note reader goes by she/her, has a vagina and breasts. If I am missing anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 3k+

Part One

To say the car ride home wasn’t strange would be a lie. Before you had joined the team you were already pretty familiar with Evergreen, living just on the edge but still within the city limits. Adrian had made the comment that he knew the town like the back of his hand, never once leaving it. He recalled an incident involving a 7/11 and “some dead guys here and there” being the last time he’d been in your neck of the woods. His footprint of life was the complete opposite of you, moving outside of your hick countryside community as soon as you had the chance and headed straight for Gotham. And clearly, Gotham didn’t last very long and you landed in a mirror of a town you used to call home.

You looked out the window of the “Vigilante Mobile” to admire the way the street lights shined down onto the asphalt below as you zoomed past, the yellow glow like millions of electrical lightning bugs. Adrian was doing the speed limit of course. It had rained momentarily, just a small dusting of rain as you made your way to your destination. The droplets of water stuck to the window and dissipated as you rolled it down. You stuck your hand out and rode the wind. The scent of fresh rainfall hit your nose, a comforting experience.

He stayed silent for a few more minutes until the car reached the first stop sign. You made a mental note to inform Adrian that brakes shouldn’t grind like that.

“If I guess why you like me, will you tell me?” If he turned on the car’s interior light (if it even worked in this old hunk of junk) he might see the pink across your cheeks. But knowing Adrian, he wouldn’t dare turn the light on while driving. “That’s illegal” he would say, even though it’s just one of those things parents say. The car pulled forward and was back on the move.

“Fine.” You rolled the window back up and took a deep breath.

“Is it because of how cool I was with that scimitar a few days ago?”

“No.”

His hands tapped against the steering wheel, thrumming a beat. “Oh! It’s because I’m all caught up with Fargo now.”

“No.”

“Uh, you appreciate the friendship P and I share and commend us for escaping toxic masculinity and embracing our sexuality?”

You have to stifle a laugh, you know he’s being serious. “No.”

He could go on asking questions for hours if you let him. He would probably drive around aimlessly with no “Point A to Point B” in mind if you hadn’t told him he’d passed your house.

“Shit, sorry.” He mutters. A full stop and legal u-turn later, you arrived. Fishing your keys out of your pockets as you exit, the chirp of the car’s horn signalled it was locked could be heard right after your heels hit the pavement. Adrian was still playing guessing games on the way to the door.

“You appreciate a hard-working busboy!” He sounded so matter of fact. You could feel his presence behind you, hell if you took a step back you’d be pressed against him, back to front. You moved to turn the key, but he was still going. “I mean, I guess maybe it should be busman. I’m 30. No one really considers a 30-year-old a boy, right? I mean, sure I’ve got a bit of a babyface -“

“It’s everything, I guess.” You can’t hide the bashfulness in your voice. You were hoping the creek from the door hinges would hide it when you finally push the damn thing open, ushering him inside. Sure it was dark out, but this was Evergreen; neighbours are nothing but nosey. How would you explain to Beverly you were ushering a wanted criminal accused of multiple murders into your little bungalow? Was he here for a game of Bridge?

The moment you closed the door and lock it behind you, turning to meet his gaze, he’s on you like a bear to a beehive. Teeth clashed before lips met in a devouring kiss. Your keys fall to the floor clattering on the tiles below. He’s crowding you now, with your back against the door and a large hand gripping your ass.

He breaks the kiss briefly to meet your eyes with a confidence you’ve never seen from any man. He’s just looking at you and you can feel a build in your core like back in the office. It only makes you turn red.

You barely have time to register his hungry gaze before his lips meet yours again, this time with a hint of tenderness. You’d bet top dollar you were as red as a fire truck.

A rouge hand was slipping under the fabric of your shirt. The action hitched it up, the naked skin of your back making contact with the cool metal door behind you had you arching into Adrian. The chain of events had him moaning, a sound you felt you couldn’t get enough of. The friction of his leather gloves became absent for a moment that felt too much like forever but your suffering paid off when bare hands took their place. Rough to some, his touch felt like silk to you.

Adrian had no patience to even attempt unclasping your bra. Rather he slipped his thumb underneath the painful wire and pushed swiftly up. Your breasts were barely exposed to the air when he took a nipple into his mouth, tongue hot and wet and incredibly overwhelming. The strangled and startled moan you released in response had him reeling back almost as fast as the Flash himself.

“Fuck, sorry - sorry, I should have asked first.” You could tell Adrian was trying his damndest to at least attempt to look you in the face, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your breasts, both nipples now pebbled from the exposure.

“No-” you started. Christ, you sounded as if you’d just run a marathon, desperate for water. Thirst too strong for anything else to be your main focus. “No, Adrian- please, you can- you can do whatever.”

Oh, the expression on his face. He was going to destroy you.

Lips drag along the valley of your breasts and fingertips trail behind until his palm was centre with your nipple like an arrow to a bullseye. And his grip, Christ the man could squeeze.

The sound you made in response was downright embarrassing. You brought your hands to your face, shaking your head.

Smooth move, nimrod!

It didn’t seem to phase. Hell, if anything your noises were riling him up.

Large, wandering hands slowly creep their way south.

You begin to strip your blouse and bra, properly despite the unsteady hands. As you undo each button, teeth graze into the flesh of the start of your hips. He’s tugging desperately at the sides of your bottoms.

Adrian Chase has seemingly forgotten the invention of buttons and zippers. Trembling fingertips reach down to assist and in seconds goose pimples prickle the skin of your legs. All of your garments had now pooled around your legs. Quick fingers had sunk into the band of your cotton panties taking them down in a quick pull.

What happened next, however brief was definitely going to be something you’d replay over and over; he takes your foot, carefully caressing as if he's about to place the glass slipper on in reverse as he helps you free yourself completely, allowing for your legs to spread as wide as either of you wanted.

“Please” He breathes your name, face so close threatening to plunge in.

“I meant what I said, Adrian. Whatever you- oh God!”

Adrian pulled away and you whined like a spoiled brat not getting their way at check out. It echoed through the entryway.

“Sorry, fuck I just -” He spread you open like he’s inspecting, potentially even committing to memory. “You just have such a pretty fucking pussy” His voice is deep, dark, husky, and hot. Too fucking hot.

He doesn't even offer you a chance to respond before he dives in again. Tongue slowly starting from bottom to top, always taking a precious few extra seconds at your clit. A repetitive pattern, a technique perfected. Maybe you were a bit biased, considering the donor but you’d never felt so aroused in your life.

“Oh, fuck. M’so close . . .” you trail off, as a thick finger (or fingers; you honestly can’t tell at this point) enter you. You feel full and can only imagine how he will feel once he’s fully truly inside you. You didn't believe Chris for shit - thimble my ass. Something in the way Adrian carried himself, especially in the Vigilante suit, gave you “Big Dick Energy” vibes.

Adrian Chase, apparently Olympian of Pussy Eating, seems to be aiming for gold as lips suction themselves to your clitoris. At this moment, time moves slowly and words come out that even a scholar wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

A couple things come to mind as you reach your peak.

Should I be taking what he says at face value? How the fuck did Chris take that photo and send it in the first place?

Regardless, you thought, I’m grateful.

Fingers dig into his curls as you grind yourself on his pretty fucking face. Adrian doesn’t seem to mind. Rather, he is encouraging the behaviour as he palms your ass and pulls you closer.

You cry out, your body reacting to the overstimulation before you can form words like “too much” but it doesn’t stop him. In the field, Adrian is ruthless and relentless. You should have expected that would carry over in the sheets.

With the strength you can muster, you pull him away by the hair harshly. Eyes that should be green look black staring back at you, pupils dilated like silver dollars. His mouth and chin gleam with your slick. Adrian makes no attempt to wipe your essence away. His toned chest heaves.

You want to leave marks on his throat. Leave a trail of kisses from his collarbone to the “V” of his torso. You desperately want to articulate every single detail of feeling you’re experiencing to him so he knows, knows how good he is. But your legs are jello and your mind is fuzzy and all you can do at this point is try and catch your breath.

You finally find the courage to look down and meet his gaze. Adrian looks up to you like you’re some famous painting from the Louvre.

He stands up and steadies you. Kevlar rough against your naked skin, you can’t help but notice how unfair the situation is. Legs wrap around him instinctively as he picks you up. Nustling into his neck as he showed off his strength, he says “Let’s get to the bedroom.” Adrian double checks the lock and takes a few steps forward before freezing.

“Where is the bedroom?”

“Third door on the left.” You kiss into his neck, dead set on finding his sweet spot.

The surprise of being thrown on the bed is made known to the whole neighbourhood when you let out a horrifying shriek into the comfy mattress, pillows, and blankets below. Comfort and plush was very important to you. You sit up abruptly as Adrian begins to strip. You can’t help but appreciate his physique and take in his figure. Toned and tight you resisted the urge to lick him from top to bottom.

He brings you back down to earth when he asks for a condom.

This was really happening.

“Bedside drawer.”

Adrian slides the latex onto his length, pumping himself twice. His dark eyes look to you for consent. You lay back down and spread your legs. He climbs on top of you slowly, a position the two of you had been in before, but not like this. It was playful sparring and he had swept you off your feet, quite literally, with a powerful kick. You fell back on the mat hard and straight on your ass. Adrian pounced on you before you even had time to register the action. Faces only inches apart, your face flushed and you tapped out.

Oh, the number of times you touched yourself to that moment alone.

This time was different because this time was real. And you were both naked.

“You good?” He asks, snapping you out of your way back machine.

“Yeah, just … fuck I’ve thought about this for a while.” You reach down to stroke him and gauge if he’ll even fit. He releases an inhuman moan, starved for more.

“Same . . .”

He gingerly slides his cock against your dripping folds trying to hold himself back. Tease you. Convince himself he’s not drunk off the site of you and still in control.

When he enters you it’s a white-hot sensation. It’s the stretch and depth combination that has you crying out and arching your back again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His forehead presses against yours and the sounds he lets out? It’s fucking music to your ears. He slides a hand down to press his thumb against your clitoris, urging you to chase another high.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight.” Adrian admits he’s been thinking of you and you can’t help but clench. He groans like you’re killing him slowly.

“I . . . I knew you weren’t a Thimble.”

He grips your hips tight and grinds into you with the pressure of an ACME anvil falling onto you almost involuntarily. You want to feed his ego until you breathe your last breath. Such a simp.

“Sh-shut up don’t say that.” He pants. “You’ll make me cum.”

“Okay, s-sorry.”

The pace he thrusts is relentlessly slow and cautious. You want it rough eventually, you do, but you want to savor this tender moment. Your gut tells you it’s rare.

It’s only a few more circles on your clit before the coil inside snaps again with the force of a thousand suns. Adrian’s response to your orgasm has you convinced it brought him more pleasure than you. He picks up his pace and buries his face in your neck. You want him to stay there so you play with the curls at the nape of his neck and that REALLY gets him going.

You can tell Adrian is not far behind you from the grunting.

He shudders out a “fuck” and stills.

He remains inside when he releases himself into the condom and collapses on top of you. He was now your favourite type of weighted blanket.

“Fuck, that was good.” He slurs sleepily and lazily rolls you over so you rested on his chest, his member remaining sheathed inside. The best sword in the fucking stone.

You hum in agreement and snuggle into him, drifting softly asleep.

It’s not the early morning that wakes you. And it’s not the hunk of a man underneath you either.

It’s the cries of an Eagle mere inches from your face and flapping its wings.

You cry out and fall off the bed, taking the sheets with you and leaving poor Vigilante buck naked. Wrapping yourself up trying to save your decency, you curse Chris with a vengeful scream.

You hear footsteps pounding, followed by softer ones. You smiled to yourself briefly, happy that everyone showed up even if they didn’t tell you before hand. You were short on snacks now.

Eagly hops over to you and nuzzles at your feet like some sort of apology.

Chris appears in your doorframe seconds later and you squeak. “The ‘fuck you, Chris’ was not an invitation to come into my fucking room!” You spit through clenched teeth.

You hadn’t realized Adrian stepped off the bed to greet Peacemaker, bare as the day he was born.

“Hey, dude.”

You jump up and clench the sheets to your chest, push Chris out and slam the door. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in and out, a bit too quickly, and turn to the man in front of you.

“That was fun … but it looks like your party is starting, or I guess started.” Your sentence drifts off. You want to ask what this is if it’s anything at all.

You open your eyes slowly to see Adrian - still incredibly naked but staring at you intently. He looks like he’s waiting for you to ask so he doesn’t have to.

“So what-“

“Next time I-“

When you register his words you fling yourself at him, lips locking in a quick peck, then smooches all over his damn cute face.

“Let’s enjoy your party. And when everyone leaves-“

“It’ll be next time.”

Your heart skips a beat and you feel that flutter.

When you both make the walk of shame down to your friends, they all smile a knowing grin.

You clear your throat to break the ice. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“We only came because you left your car at the office. We thought you got kidnapped or something.” Harcourt admitted. “Though . . . I’m not opposed to a beer.”

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jessie-writes-things · 2 years

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Still I'm Burning

I'm tipsy and take no responsibility for this unedited mess. The title has no relevance but I did listen to this Wig Wam on repeate while writing this.

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader

Words: 1k

Genre: Smut (minors DNI)

Warnings and tags: smut, heavy petting, fingering, that finger thing (not anal, just can't think of what to call it), biting, talks of oral (female receiving) needy Adrian being needy. Shit's unedited because I'm lazy.

It had been a week between Adrian dropping you the usual rushed goodbye message and the group turning up at your place looking for aid after a particularly hard job. You helped them patch up and get comfortable to crash for the night. Well, as they could be after being beaten half to death by some new crazy alien species threatening to invade Earth.

Light chatter bled through the wall between the living room and your bedroom until, eventually, silence took over.

Adrian was last to knock out like always, voice a low grumble as he floated to the end of whatever tangent he must’ve been on. Then, less than five minutes later he came knocking on your door. You hadn’t even fully changed into your pajamas.

He kissed you hard, leaving less than a couple of seconds between the door opening and walking you back into your dresser. Hard wood pressed into your lower back but was quickly replaced by his hand creeping under your shirt. His expertise showed with how quickly he unclasped your bra before falling apart when he rushed to take it off before your shirt.

‘You need to slow down.’ You breathed out a laugh, the end turning into a short gasp when he bit down on your neck.

Not that he'd ever listen.

Adrian threw you onto the bed, old mattress springs creaking under the combined weight. You fell open for him, giving him room to slot in between your legs, and in return, he smiled down at you like a predator that had caught its first prey of the week.

Afraid he would ruin your clothes otherwise, you sat up as much as he allowed, throwing the garments off and chucking them across the room somewhere to be forgotten. Adrian grappled for any piece of you he could get of you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides, leaving little red marks along your skin.

He barely left enough room between you’s to get his own shift off, the desperation laughable. And when you did laugh, he moved with such purpose, his hips pressing into yours in such a way you could feel the hardening length under his jeans and your PJ bottoms, right where you had been waiting to have him.

It was stupid how quickly Adrian had you melting for him and by the tiny smirk he gave, he knew it too.

You used his hair to pull him back and give yourself room to breathe for a second. ‘Finish taking my clothes off before you try fucking me.’

‘Sorry.’ He at least laughed this time, red faced and nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck. ‘I just missed you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot, and with everyone here I couldn’t show you that earlier.’

Some of his hair was still wet from the shower and you pushed back the misplaced strands so they were out of his face. ‘That’s okay. We have all the time in the world now, yeah?’

Adrian nodded, only half aware of what you were saying. Instead, he preoccupied himself with your neck, pressing a series of hot, opened-mouth kisses along the column. He followed your pulse to where it rested just under your jaw, sucking at the spot then running his tongue over it like it would somehow reduce the redness that would surely be there in the morning.

Soft noises trembled from your lips as you did your best to keep quiet, but between Adrian’s mouth and his hand snaking up the leg of your loose shorts, pulling them to the side enough to give him all the access he wanted, the whole trying not to wake your friends in the next room over was becoming a dud mission.

It was actually embarrassing how easy it was for him to slip a finger into you, almost as embarrassing as the loud yelp you gave when he added the second, the palm of his hand pushing up against your clit. Your own fingers dug into the flesh of his back, pulling him closer and latching your teeth into his shoulder just to shut you up.

And he laughed. Adrian Chase fucking laughed at your little moans and whimpers despite him being so desperate to fuck neither of you had fully finished undressing.

Thing is, you couldn’t even complain. You weren’t sure if it from the week of not seeing him or just the pure skill of the guy, but Adrian had you seeing stars in a matter of minutes. The knot in your stomach tightened and tightened, every muscle in your body succumbing to his every will until finally all it took was a a quick stroke of his fingers for you to break for him

Adrian had you near crying, saved only by his tongue silencing the sounds of your pleasure. By the end you could just about breathe, your vision blurred but you caught the moment Adrian brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting the wetness with a wicked grin.

The sight was hot enough to have your core clenching again, legs still spasming from the intensity of everything. But no matter how hot, the fogged up glasses and rose tinted cheeks and boyish smile did nothing but make Adrian look fucking adorable. ‘Think that’s the quickest I’ve ever made you cum?’

You snored out a laugh and pushed back that stubborn hair getting in the way again. ‘I don’t really keep track, baby.’

‘Maybe you could this time. That had to be five minutes tops. Think I could eat you out in under five minutes?’

The determination was truly inspiring, looking up at you with the puppy dog eyes and his swollen lips and even though you were still sensitive as hell, you nodded. ‘Guess there’s only one way to find out.’

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lovearne · 2 years

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Vigilante or chase?

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

This is very self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy if you give it a read <3

Word count: 600+

Warnings: not beta read, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, oral sex (afab!reader reciving) exactly one (1) good girl, restraints used, Dom Adrian, hard Dom Adrian, sub reader, praise, degradation, aftercare, vaginal fingering

"Hold it." Adrian's voice was strong and demanding.

"I can-" you take a deep breath, your chest collapsing in on itself. "I can't, please!" You plead with him. But he just smiles.

"Oh, you wanna be bad and cum? Is that what you want, baby?" You shake your head no. "Good, so hold it." You grunt at his request, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Please?" You drag out the 'e' concentration slipping out of your mind, only focusing on how good he's making you feel.

"Hmm," he hums in thought, his thumb circling your clit faster as his fingers piston in and out of your cunt. "How about no?" You pull at your restraints, trying to get out of them. But Adrian had tied them too well, no wiggle room, loose enough to be able to pull, but tight enough to not get through.

"FUCK!" You scream in frustration. "Please, please Adrian." You were pulling your hips back trying to get him to let up, but he moved his hand with every pull of your muscles.

"Stay still baby, just a little while longer, ok baby?" He was shushing you know, speaking in his relaxing yet still demanding voice. "Let me count to ten, and if you can make it, you can cum at 10, ok?" You nod your head your breathing still coming out labored, panting hotly against your bicep, as your head is turned into it, biting the skin on your arm.

"Oh, are you being bad baby?" His free hand reaches up to turn you to face him. "Look me in the eyes, let me see how good I'm making you feel." His eyes were completely blown with lust, yours were more than likely reflecting his. You look into his eyes, hoping yours shows the amount of love you have for him. You had said 'I love you' more than once to him, yet everytime still felt awkward to say to him, as he would just smile and look away.

He leans down to press a kiss to the column of your neck, licking the spot between your collar bones right after. You moan, arching your whole body against his. His fingers hitting that delicious spot inside you even better. Your already building orgasm getting stronger, pulling your stomach tighter the more you balanced on the edge. Apparently you had zoned out the first 5 counts that Adrian said, because when your hearing had cleared again, he was already on 6. Just 4 more to go.

He grins up at you moving to suck on your clit instead. Counting back from four with his free hand. You were bucking against his face, barreling into your orgasm, and just as he could feel you tipping over the edge, he pulls both his mouth and hand away from your cunt, watching as it clenched around nothing, relishing in your broken whines as he pulled away completely.

You grind your hips into the air, trying to get something, anything to help you through your orgasm, but were harshly disappointed as it faded. Adrian had just ruined your orgasm.

"Oh such a good girl, you are doing so well for me." Adrian coos, his after care coming in full force. Tears had been trailing down your cheeks. He rose his hand to wipe them away. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry, did I go too far?" He fuses over you and kisses the trails of your cheeks, you shake your head.

"No-" you take a breath, snuggling for air around your sobs. "Just wasn't expecting that babe." He plants kisses all over your face. Petting your hair and proceeding to run his hands over your sore and aching, still tied up arms.

"Are you done for right now baby?" He asks in a sweet voice. "Because I'll go grab a bottle of water and a towel to clean up. I'm sorry I pushed you baby." You shake your head.

"No, no, please, can you fuck me now?" Adrian laughs a little.

"Of course pretty baby, let me just grab you a glass of water, I kept you longer than I have before."

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adoptable-fanfic-prompts · 4 months

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DP x DC Writing Prompt

For whatever reason, Tim hires Danny as a bodyguard/assistant (unaware of the ghost powers until later). Tim only did it for appearances but hey, Danny is actually really good at his job and understands completely that sometimes, Tim just needs to disappear for a bit and that it just happens to coincide with there being a problem in Gotham. Danny even lets Tim drink all the heavily caffeinated coffee he wants and doesn’t try to limit it like Tam tries to do (considering Danny drinks just about the same amount… (Tam tried to have an intervention, it did not work)). It’s going great…

… then Tim realizes that Danny has been bodyguarding him and secretly assisting him while Tim is out as Red Robin (how does Danny know Tim is Red Robin? Who knows). Eventually, Tim learns to accept it and you know what? Danny is a great partner to have… on the field… behind the scenes, that is definitely what Tim meant…

Then one day, while Tim is drinking the coffee Danny prepared for the both of them, he realizes where they both are and has just one question:

“When did Danny become his roommate?”

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r3ynah · 3 months

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Married in the past, married in the present

To think that the Amity Trio would get dragged by their children (Dan and Dani) into another universe as a form of vacation and to escape the annoying palace councils, was not something to be expected in the Fenton-Nightangle-Foley-Manson family. it was due for a vacation anyways.

But here's the catch, They decided they should atleast take a two month break with each other so they can explore this universe more, but they did agree that every 2 weeks they'll pass the custody of their kids with each other.

It was very eventful to say the least,

Tucker, got adopted. by the one and only Bruce Wayne how?? he doesn't know either, the only thing he can remember was Bruce Wayne shoving a couple of adoption papers in his face, and now he was suddenly a Wayne, he certainly was not complaining he gets to use their advance technologies without it getting corrupted by his partner Danny(he loved the guy, but he needed his daily screen time too.)

He finds out about their secret identities two days in, was not completely surprised to find a cave downstairs, "Every billionare has one, you're not unique." was his words before he went on and explore the cave leaving a very confused batfam. he agreed to help them but if its only for hacking and stuff connected to technology, and to only join them if it's really a life changing scenario.

He was the second one to have Dan and Dani, so when they found out they're dad got adopted by a rich billionaire they were equally disappointed, Tucker tried to defend himself for his poor decision, to say the batfam was shocked once again was an understatement, imagine finding that their new brother had two children and two partners was lnot part of their new years plan. Dan and Dani only took a couple of hours for them to fit in.

Sam, went on and became a vigilante, under Harley Quinn and poison ivy's care, with almost the same powers as Ivy and same humor as Harley the three of them certainly became close friends.

Sam definitely had fun blowing up factories, and proceed to prank cops and officials, she had a run with the infamous batfam a couple of times, mostly Robin, the first time they've met they had a spar with their own weapons ofcourse,but at the same time all Sam could think was: 'the hell's a kid doing vigilante work?'. Eventually they have bonded over different weapons and fighting styles, Batman had atleast tried to recruit Sam who goes by Foliahàrà at some point, but was turned down quite harshly.

She was the first one to take care of their children, Ivy loved Dan's brutality and Harley adored Dani's chaotic self. so they became the fun cool aunts of the two children, they have somepoint asked one peaceful breakfast who the other parents are, But the only thing Sam had said was they'll meet them someday.

Danny becomes a villain, a mad scientist to be exact wondering what'll happen if he follows in his parents footsteps, he also works alongside with Mr.Freeze, and they discuss a cure together for Mr.Freeze's wife,.

He doesn't use his ghost powers in villainy his explanation? Phantom was for the good and peace. While Fenton-Nightangle was for the bad and destruction. it certainly was a shitshow when he first debuted, lets just say Gotham had an early snow day, about 20 meters of snow covered Gotham for a week. The worst part is that the snow doesn't melt. so the only thing they could've do was to sit and watch as only Fenton was able to melt the snow.

Danny was the last to get his kids, so as a responsible parent he let them go crazy, for the whole two weeks as long they keep their identities a secret and to be back at lunch, dinner, curfew and family night. which led to a bunch of rogues getting hunted and tied up by a pair of ghost kids. It was a peaceful quiet two weeks for Gotham.

'this is absolutely hilarious' Tucker known as Codelith mentally chuckled as his bat family including Foliahàrà who was sitting across him also tied up, he knew it was Sam the first moment he laid his eyes on her. no one does eyeliner as thick as Sam. Speaking of Sam she was glaring at him from across the room.

from different audiences it may have look like the two was going to kill eachother, but in reality its just their love language. The batfam looked at them confused.

"Codelit." Sam greeted in a annoyed tone.

"Foliahàrà." Tucker greeted in a more joyful tone.

"You two know eachother?" Duke questioned, as he eyed the two. very confused on why the two of them almost have the same green toxic light surrounding them.

"Ofcourse we do, we're ma-" Sam was cut off, by the sound of someone maniacally laughing. fate seemed to be a bitch because in strolled Joker himself holding a bloodied crowbar.

Tucker can feel Red hood relive his trauma, from where his sitting, he didn't really focused on the Jokers dramatic speech, because all he can think was the safety of his new family he grew comfortable with. thank fuck Dan and Dani aren't here.

"What's this a new birdie? Batman.. you sure like taking in a lot of children, how generous of you." this finally caught tucker's attention when as he saw joker walking towards him, his family stayed quiet but kept watching Joker's movements they looked constipated Tucker almost let out a snort but kept it in.

"Codelith wasn't it, Very unique I wonder why you picked it."Joker asked with a chuckle that made tucker want to puke. "Not talkative ey? well that's alright.

"I don't need you to talk." Joker playfully picked up his crowbar, then placed it on Tucker's shoulder dangerously close to his head."I just need you to scream."

He saw Sam trying to use her powers in the background, which unfortunately wasn't working because she's too used making exaggerated movements when using her plant powers, he remembers her saying that it makes it more easy to manipulate the greens around her, so she definitely had trouble controlling it while tied up, after all there was so little wrist movement to work with.

He sent a warning gaze to his Family and wife. to not make any sudden moves, which made Sam hesitantly stop, It was different with the batfam though they were really trying to be free from the ropes.

He returned his attention to joker, who was still waiting for an answer. "He's coming." was all he said, this only made joker grin, and the Bats confused. While Sam immediately got it.

Joker laughed fucking ugly laugh if Tucker said so himself, the rogue pointed at his new family's direction 'Who's he? can't you see new birdie they're all here no one's going to get you!"

And then Joker lifted his crowbar then struck down at Codelith's head, a awful sound resonated across the building, Fuck that's going to leave a nasty concussion. he felt blood dripping from his nose, as he heard the shouts and screams of the Bats and Sam. Oh Sam, I'm alright, Everything's okay, He can feel Foliahàrà's panic and anger from here.

Its okay, he's okay, because he's here.

Tucker grinned fucking grinned, like a villain type of grin. he looked up at Joker's direction and said:"He's here."

And then the wall blew up, making everyone in the warehouse startled, Here comes in the man itself. Fenton fucking Nightangle. with a smile plastered on his face he strutted in with full confidence, damn that's attractive Sam and Tucker agreed with each other.

"Joker." was all Fenton said, as he looked at the man with no emotion, his gaze landed on Sam then landed on Tucker who's blood was dripping on the floor, the only thing that Danny saw was green.

HURT?/PAIN?/IN DANGER.

"Mr. Fenton! are you also here to watch the show?"Joker grinned teeth showing and all. "It's such a pleasure for you to be her-"

Danny walked passed Joker, Never giving him a chance to finish, he focused his gaze infront of him and went towards Tucker and cupped his face making sure he wasn't hurt that much.

"Ah... ofcourse you would immediately go to them, so silly of me!"Joker laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Batman asked suspicously, as he made sure the Fenton boy didn't hurt his new son.

"Don't tell me you don't know Batsy! gosh darn am I the one that'll say this so exciting." The irritating man chuckled. "Well if you didnt know Batman, Dr.Fenton, Foliahàrà, and Codelith are all married together!"

The Bats let out a gasp of surprise as they looked at the trio, who remained quiet.

"I know right! such a wonderful love story." Joker wiped a fake tear. "Too bad I have to kill you all, Dr. Fenton you might've taken the town in surprise by your so wonderful inventions, but you are nothing without your gadgets." Joker explained while twirling the crowbar in his hands.

Danny let out a chuckle, his back facing the green haired man. "I see that you've made some research about us Joker."

"Yes, you are quite right, I am married to Codelith and Foliahàrà, But there's something you've missed in your research." Fenton continued, he can hear Red robin in the background saying "I don't believe Codelith can pull two fine people." who was shushed by Nightwing.

"And what would that be? please entertain me Doctor." Joker grinned.

"My Hero name's Phantom." With that Danny made a slashing motion as he swiftly faced the Joker face to face, not even a second later half of the warehouse was engulfed by ice including Joker.

Hair white as now. skin pale as a paper, and eyes green as toxic radiation, he once again faced. The vigilantes with a smile and said:

"Well that was an eventful night, who wants Fudge?"

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multifandomfanficss · 7 months

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Stuck With You

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.

Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse

A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!

“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.

“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.

“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.

“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.

You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.

“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.

“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.

“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.

Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”

“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.

“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.

“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

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Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.

“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.

“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.

“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.

“Really? Why would you want me?”

“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”

“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”

“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”

“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.

Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.

“What is this place?” He asks.

As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.

Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.

“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.

“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.

“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.

“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.

“Yeah…”

“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.

“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.

“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.

“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”

The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.

You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.

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Pair of Aces - Chapter 4. Day Four

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 4. Day Four

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.1k~

Summary: An extremely boring day in the field leads our pair to indulge in some belated victory drinks.

Chapter Content: Mentions of violence, Alcohol use/Drunkenness, Discussion of sexual topics

A/N: This one was a little tricky to write but is very fun imho so I really hope you guys like it!

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She woke up the next morning confused why her neck hurt so much until she realized she had passed out on the tiny couch instead of the bed. She looked down at the pillow and sheet that had been added to her makeshift sleeping space and blushed lightly, realizing Vigilante must have been responsible. She quickly got up and bundled up the linens, dropping them back on Vig’s empty mattress. She could hear the sounds of water running from the bathroom and figured he had once again woken up before her. Crossing the room, she dug more oatmeal packets out of her kit and grabbed the clean dishes. Once he came out of the bathroom she could change and make them some food before heading back to the farmhouse.

His mask was on and fully in place when he finally exited the bathroom, completely suited up with the rest of his gear on. She rushed past him, quickly changing out of her pyjamas and prepping the oatmeal to be microwaved. They both ate in silence and she tried to avoid looking at him directly with his mask rolled up. She didn’t need to think about his mouth any more than she already had the night before.

“Ready to go?” She asked after rinsing the bowls in the sink. He nodded at her and they both left the motel room to pile into the Sebring.

The drive was quick and uneventful. Unfortunately, the rest of their day was also uneventful but definitely not quick. Once again there was no sign of movement in the farmhouse they were still staking out. Vigilante complained loudly and often, hoping maybe it would trigger some action like the day before but nothing happened. After hours of sitting around on the hard ground watching an empty building, she also started complaining. It was stifling hot and she was getting grumpy.

"Hey, what if we just go down there and check?" Vigilante eventually suggested.

"We're not supposed to, it's against protocol." She frowned at him.

"Come on, we're doing fucking nothing and we know there's something weird going on here." He was right, of course, but he didn't wait for her response before he started heading down towards the house.

She quickly followed him down the side of the hill and caught up to him on the rotting porch of the building. He walked right up to the front door and tried to open it.

"What are you doing?" She hissed at him.

He whirled around to face her. "What? It's open."

She peered around him and saw him holding the door open for her.

"What if it was like, booby-trapped or something?"

He scoffed at her. "I would've dodged it, duh. Come on."

She stepped inside with Vigilante hot on her heels. The inside of the farmhouse was in even worse condition than the exterior. Cracked and splintered floorboards led through several rooms, all filled with remnants of what might have, at one time, been furniture.

They searched every room, finding all the doors unlocked and mostly left ajar. She took photos of each area with her phone, she didn't want to miss anything. None of the lights worked, and there was no running water or electricity. There was no way anyone was staying here for even a night, it was completely inhospitable. So where the fuck had all those people come from?

She made a loud noise of frustration and kicked a pile of tattered fabric and wood in the corner of the living room. “This doesn’t make any sense!”

Vigilante came over when he heard the noise and nodded in agreement. “So what now?”

She thought for a minute. It was hot out, this place stank and had no evidence for them to collect. She just wanted to leave. “Fuck it, let’s just go.”

“Seriously?” Vig leaned against the doorframe and surveyed her. “Little Miss Protocol wants to fuck off from work early?”

She levelled a glare at him. “Do you want to make it to the liquor store before it closes or not?”

He quickly hopped out of the doorway and strode over to the front door, holding it open for her. “After you!”

The pair raced back to the Sebring and headed back into town. She ducked into the local liquor store and grabbed a large bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey and they made their way back to the motel.

Entering the room first, she stopped to grab two glasses off the side table and poured a generous amount into one before handing it over and pouring the other for herself. Plopping down on the couch, she curled up comfortably on one end of the sofa. He didn’t hesitate to roll the edge of his mask up around his nose and took a sip before sitting down opposite her on the loveseat. She broke the silence first.

“For the record, I follow protocol because, at the end of the day, it’s less of a headache. Not because I like following the rules.”

He laughed a little and raised his glass in a toast. “Got it. Well, thank you protocol for whiskey and pizza toppings.”

She leaned forward and clinked her glass against his. “You deserve it after that incredible shooting, that’s for fucking sure.”

He grinned at her, puffing his chest out at the praise. “Yeah? Impressed enough you’ll stop questioning my skills?”

“We’ll see about that.” She smirked at him. “Alright, so you’re an ace with a rifle. That’s all you’ve really proved so far.”

“And throwing knives. And also my super stealth.” He smirked back at her and sipped some of the whiskey.

She rolled her eyes but gave a little half-smile at his confidence. “Okay, fine. You have demonstrated a couple of skills, though I’m sure you have plenty more to show me.” She winked at him and giggled when he choked on his drink. He was so easy to rile up.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that anyways?” She took a long sip from her glass, savouring the taste.

He shrugged. “It was pretty easy, I just watched a lot of videos.”

Her face quickly schooled into a look of confusion. “Videos? Explain.”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, um. I built a home gym and a range out in the woods. I worked out a lot, taught myself how to fight and turned my body into an instrument of vengeance. With YouTube videos and stuff.”

“You…taught yourself? With the internet?” Her shock was palpable and he started to get defensive.

“Yeah, what’s the problem?”

She shook her head vigorously. “Nothing! No, it’s a good thing. That’s insane, dude.” She fixed him with a serious look. “I’ve met five-star Generals with half a century of range experience that can't shoot half as well as you. But fucking YouTube? Are you sure you don’t have superpowers?”

She eyed him suspiciously but he just laughed at her. “Of course not. It’s just, you know, pretty easy to learn this stuff.”

No wonder he’s so cocky.

“It’s definitely not that easy for most people. Peacemaker can’t even shoot at all.” She snorted at her own joke.

He sighed at her insult. "Why do you hate Peacemaker so much?"

“You mean aside from the sexist trash he’s constantly spouting?” She grimaced, the last thing she wanted to do was think about that asshole.

“Come on, you’ve barely spoken to him,”

"I don’t need more than that. I told you, I hate capes."

He shook his head. "Peacemaker isn't anything like the Justice League."

"Look, he's just…" She sighed and made a face. "Not good at his job."

Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “How so?”

She started counting on her fingers. “One, he gets caught and sent to prison. Two, he willingly makes a deal with known devil-in-disguise Amanda Waller. He then fucks up his main mission, betrays his own team, gets wrecked and ends up in the hospital for ages. We all thought he was dead by the way. Now he can’t even pull a trigger! Why the fuck would I want to work with a guy like that?”

Vig had slowly balled his hands into fists as she spoke and was trying to restrain himself. “He’s not like that! I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately, but he’ll get better and go back to being himself super soon, then you’ll see. He just needs to sort out some shit.”

She scoffed. “Well, he can sort it out as far away from me as possible. He’s acting like he’s scared to kill!” She mumbled in a mocking tone, “Not like the Justice League my ass.”

“He’s not scared of anything! Especially not killing.” He chugged the last bit of his whiskey and put the empty glass down rather hard on the table.

“Okay, whatever. He’s just clearly not a born killer, you know?”

Vigilante paused. “What do you mean?”

“The way I see it, there are two types of killers. People who are taught and ordered to kill and people who need to kill, you know what I mean?”

She continued on without caring if he answered. “Peacemaker? He was taught. That means he can choose not to kill if he has like, a conscience or whatever. But for the people who need it? It’s like a calling, a higher purpose. Something you can’t ignore or turn off. It just simmers inside you, building up and up until you feel like…” She trailed off, lost in thought.

“...like there’s liquid fire in your veins?” His voice was quiet but she heard him. She snapped her gaze towards him, trying to focus on the strip of red glass hiding his eyes.

“Yeah, like liquid fire. Like everything inside you is burning and the only way to put it out is to watch the life drain out of someone.” She watched him refill his glass and slowly lift it back up to his lips. He licked his bottom lip as a drop escaped the glass and she fought the urge to shiver.

“Should I ask which one you are?”

“Last time I answered that question, they said I needed a psychiatrist.” She grinned at him.

He chuckled and took another sip from his drink. “Same.”

She had a question for him. "Do you like what you do?"

"I fucking love it." He truly did, it was his true purpose and he was never happier than when he was working.

She looked at him thoughtfully, trying to ignore his mouth. “Do people ever call you crazy?”

“All the time.” He answered without hesitation.

"Does it ever bother you?"

He shrugged. “Not really.”

She leaned back and nodded in approval. "Good, it shouldn't."

“Really?”

She drained her glass and leaned forward to grab the bottle off the table and refill it. “Do you think well-adjusted, normal people do what we do?” She shook her head and continued before he could respond.

“It doesn't matter what other people think. I love what I do. I'm good at what I do. That's all life is really about, right? Finding something you love and being able to support yourself with it.”

He looked at her curiously. “You love working for Task Force X?”

She rolled her eyes as she swirled the liquid around in her glass. "No. I love killing bad guys."

“Just bad guys?”

She paused. “I mean… sometimes mistakes happen, but you know. I'm trying to get the bad guys so it’s still fine. Usually.”

“Exactly! Thank you.” He smiled at her again, obviously pleased with her answer. “You’re really not like them, are you?”

It was her turn to be confused. “Who?”

“The others, our teammates. Adebayo never even fired a gun before last week and Harcourt could barely watch at the mansion.”

She smiled fondly with a tinge of sadness. “Ah, yeah. Emmy has always had a soft heart. She was taught, it’s not instinct for her. She can be ruthless when she needs to be but underneath? Total softie.”

He nodded in understanding. “Her and Peacemaker might make a great pair then.” He noticed her questioning eyebrow raise and added, “I think he likes her.”

“Huh.” She pondered the thought. “She’d eat him alive.” Then she grinned. “Could be fun to watch though.”

“You want to watch Harcourt with Peacemaker?”

She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the small couch. “God, no! Not like that. Peacemaker is definitely not my type.”

Vigilante was surprised by her admission. “Really? I thought he’s everyone’s type, his muscle definition is craz-”

She cut him off before he could continue on his Peacmaker support tour. “He’s a hulking brute. I mean, look. If someone’s into muscleheads, I’m sure he’s a ten. I just like my guys a little more…” She trailed off, the whiskey making it a little harder to think straight.

“Go on.” He was leaning forward, looking intently at her.

“I dunno. Wiry, but solid. Not as tall, maybe just under six feet? Longer hair, way less military style.” She smirked to herself. “Someone who can actually pull a trigger.”

He had finished off his drink again and leaned further forward to pour himself more. Her gaze followed his hands as his long fingers wrapped around the entire bottle and he held it steady as the whiskey flowed out. She couldn't help but imagine what else could fit in his grip that snugly.

Large hands wrapped around a glass, a trigger, a knife, my thro-

Fuck.

She shook her head to try and break the spell he kept casting over her and took another shot at Peacemaker to change the subject. "Plus, that fucking helmet, geez. You just know he’s compensating for something with those handles."

"Nah, actually Peacemaker's dick is pretty big. At least comparatively." He had finished pouring himself another drink but failed to notice her nearly spill her own. "That's why he always called me Thimble growing up. Well, until after my growth spurt. He doesn’t say anything about that anymore, mostly he just ignores my dick whenever we're in bed. Which is kind of annoying, to be honest."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor at his casual revelation. "What the fuck?!”

He hand waved her look away, mistaking it for concern. "That's just him though. He's insecure so he lashes out at everyone around him, even during sex."

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah. It's always 'Vigilante shut the fuck up' and 'Vig keep your dick away from me' all night long." He did his best angry Peacemaker impression, face exercises included, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

"That sounds exactly like him!"

He was thrilled he made her laugh and grinned widely, showing off a row of perfect teeth.

I wonder how sharp those incisors are…

She quickly pulled herself out of the runaway thought and realised the implication of what Vigilante just revealed. “Hold up, did you fuck Peacemaker?!"

"No! Apparently, I’m not his type. I fucked with Peacemaker. Like, together. With chicks!" He quickly reassured her.

"You tag-teamed chicks with Peacemaker?" She was astounded by the new information. There was no way he was hooking up alongside that giant idiot. "No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way. All the time." He folded his arms across his chest in indignation at her disbelieving tone. "We'd mess up some muggers or drug dealers and sometimes we happen to save pretty girls, and they're always turned on by being saved so we bring them back to Peacemakers and fuck."

She was being too curious for her own good but she just couldn’t help it. Several glasses of whiskey and too much time staring at those plush lips had her pushing into dangerous territory, "So do you keep the mask on the whole time?"

"Of course, can't have people finding out my secret identity." He tapped his visor as a reminder of the mask permanently hiding his face.

She bit her lip and pushed further. "Was it fun?"

"The threesomes?"

"Yeah." She sat straight up on the couch, blatantly staring at him now. If he was put off by the intimate line of questioning, he certainly wasn't showing it. He responded with enthusiasm.

"It's awesome! Fighting crime with my best friend, killing bad guys then banging chicks. Honestly, a dream come true.” He sighed happily and relaxed on the couch, clearly reminiscing.

"How did it...work?" She looked down and took another swig from the glass in her hand, both for courage and to force herself to stop staring at his lips. Her whiskey brain shot straight into overdrive, firing out half-formed thoughts to her imagination.

Did they spitroast the girl? Take turns? Fucking hell.

"Well usually we'd be out on patrol-"

She cut him off with a shake of her head. "Skip that part, I want to know about the sex."

There was a pause before his response. "Are you fucking with me?" His tone was nonchalant as usual but he had tensed up a bit.

"No, no! I'm just...curious." She bit her lip and hoped she hadn't crossed a line.

He frowned at her, taking a large gulp from his glass. "Do you really wanna know? Most people tell me to shut up about the sex stuff."

"Well, most people suck." He laughed at that before she continued. "I like hearing you talk."

Did I really just say that? Goddammit. I am drunk.

"You want me to talk more?" He sounded like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Fuck it.

She drained the last dregs of whiskey from her glass before stating firmly, "Yes. Tell me what it was like, fucking in the suit. The threesomes. What you're into. All of it."

"Why?"

She looked down at her glass and hesitated. She hadn’t expected their conversation to end up here but it was way too late to stop now. "I'm just curious. We're getting to know each other, team bonding or some shit. Is that okay?" She was offering him an out, just in case this was too far.

"Oh, I don't care. I have absolutely no shame, it's everyone else who always gets weird about it."

She managed to look up from her empty glass and stared at his face again, still mostly hidden behind the mask. She was finally getting used to looking at him through the red glass of his visor.

"I won't get weird about it, I promise. You can tell me anything and it won't be weird."

He straightened up and looked at her closely. "Anything?"

She nodded. "Anything. Sex stuff or otherwise. You can ask me anything too, it's only fair."

That was a bad idea. Fucking whiskey.

He nodded back at her. “Okay, deal. What do you want to know?”

"Does the mask ever get in the way?" She didn't even mean to ask that but her drunk brain slipped it out before she could stop herself.

"Yeah. It's kind of a pain, not being able to use my mouth for things." He sighed, disappointment evident in his tone.

She swallowed hard, unable to stop her eyes from drifting down to his lips again. "What kind of things?"

“The usual stuff, kissing, biting, eating pussy.”

She was definitely staring at his exposed mouth now. "Why don't you just have it like this?" She gestured towards his bunched-up mask.

He shook his head in the negative. "Still way too risky for an average civilian to see. We work together so this is fine with you but no one else."

"Starting to trust me for real, Vig?" She teased him lightly.

"Oh, we're definitely friends now."

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Three days are all it takes?"

"It's not the amount of time, it's the quality! Plus we've killed together, so that means instant friendship."

She couldn't help but tease him further. "Do you kill people with all your friends or just the special ones?"

"Just the very special ones." He grinned at her, flashing his teeth again.

Those damn dimples.

She stared down into her third? fourth glass of whiskey. "Do you really never take the mask off?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Non-negotiable part of the whole deal, despite the …drawbacks." He sighed. "Ah well, Peacemaker says chicks don't like guys going down on them much anyways."

She nearly choked in outrage. "You need to stop listening to that gigantic oaf, he knows fucking nothing about women!"

"What do you mean?" He's genuinely quizzical.

"Virtually no woman alive would not want you to go down on them."

Wait, shit, no-

She quickly realized the way her phrasing came off and stammered a bit. "Or like, anyone! In general, as a thing. Many women do in fact enjoy that."

There, totally saved it.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, man. If guys like getting blowjobs, why wouldn't women feel the same way about the equivalent?"

He sat quietly for a second, lost in thought. "Do you?"

She actually choked that time, disguising it quickly into a cough. "Do I what?"

Oh god, don't say it, don't say I-

"Do you like being eaten out?"

That damn nonchalant tone again, like he had no concept of how filthy a question that was. She quickly drained her glass while she tried to fight the rising blush on her cheeks.

"You said anything." His voice rang out, lower than before.

Shit. I even promised.

"Just needed a refill." She waved her empty glass at him and used grabbing more whiskey as an excuse to gather some composure. Once the glass was filled again she took a deep breath and sat back down.

"Yeah, I do. It doesn't happen often but I do enjoy it." She tried her best to match his even tone and keep a steady voice.

"Why not often?" He seemed surprised.

"Oh come on." She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise. "I'm a for-hire black ops agent who gets sent around to the middle of nowhere for a living. Constant travel, random aliases, lots of murder. It’s not exactly the kind of lifestyle that lends itself to such an …intimate activity."

"You don't hook up on the road?" More surprise from him, but no judgment.

"Nah." She shook her head a little too vigorously, the several glasses of whiskey finally getting to her. "It's never worth it. After enough disappointing performances from drunk strangers in random bars, a girl just gives up ya know?"

He seemed upset by the admission. "What a waste."

"What?"

He coughed awkwardly into his hand. "I mean, you're smart, funny, one hell of a shot, your butt is super sexy-"

She abruptly cut him off. "I'm sorry, what!?"

"Your butt is sexy. Like, super sexy. Don't you know that? It's your butt after all." That goddamn tone.

"Have you been staring at my ass?”

"Since the second you got here." And he meant it.

She was slightly taken aback by the brazen compliment. "Never took you for an ass man, Vig."

"I'm an everything man …and you have very nice …everything." It was his turn to rapidly drain his glass and make an excuse to get up and distract himself. The awkward pause made her realise just how much liquid she'd consumed. She hopped up with a muttered 'be right back" and beelined to the bathroom.

She stood at the sink washing her hands as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Flushed, a little wobbly, definitely intoxicated and overheated. That last one might not be the alcohol's fault though.

Okay so, he has a nice mouth.

And abs.

And he likes eating pussy and thinks my ass looks great.

Fuck.

That doesn't matter.

She stared her reflection down, resolving to pull herself together.

This is work. He is not worth risking this contract for. One more and it's over. Just finish this and get the fuck out of Evergreen.

She took a deep breath and headed back into the living room.

"Hey Vig, I-" She cut herself off as she saw him slumped over the arm of the couch, eyes closed.

She walked up quietly and took the glass dangling from his hand, placing it on the nightstand. She grabbed a blanket and pillow from her bed, gently pulled it over him and tucked the pillow under his head.

There. Now we’re even.

She downed the dregs in her glass and placed it on the table with the nearly empty bottle of whiskey before climbing into bed herself, desperately willing herself to dream about anything other than Vigilante’s damn mouth.

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tinalbion · 1 year

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A R E A L H E R O | e i g h t

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Mature; Reader makes a brash decision, mention of murder, blood, the usual when it comes to this group.

Length: 6.2k

p a r t 8 | a m o u r

A/N: No smut in this chapter, only because it’s more story building time, and it’s important! But we may be graced in the next chapter~

You shouldn't have even THOUGHT of doing this in the emotional state you were in, it was wrong and ultimately went back on your conversation of trust, and yet you're the one who would break it first.

You tried to talk yourself out of this the further you walked up to the dirty glass of the abandoned movie store, but there you were as you cupped your hands over your face so you could peer into the setup, barely able to see anything through the random posters plastered all over the place. There had been a series of blurry figures you could make out until you stepped off to the side and found a peeling patch of newspaper that they hadn’t fixed just yet, so you squinted to make out whatever it was you were looking at.

You saw Vij, Peacemaker, and another man in the room, all chatting with one another as they had been packing things up like weapons and such. You were torn inside, wanting to get answers to what they were doing and why Adrian was distancing himself, or you could have relied on him to tell you in his own time. But with him, you never knew if the day you saw him would be your last to see him, you had always worried about his choice of pastime activities, especially last week when he came to you with a broken spirit and a damaged foot, you had an inkling of a hope that maybe he’d take it easy.

It only started to fester deep within you earlier this week, and despite the things you said to Adrian the last time you saw him and bandaged his foot up properly, he still hadn't confided in you much about anything. His texts were scattered and brief, but he still meant the sweet words he sent to you, but he was obviously distracted to the point there was very little interaction.

You had even tried to visit him during one of his shifts, but he'd apparently called in due to "having the flu", to which you covered for him immediately and then left the restaurant feeling confused and worried.

At one point in your deep thoughts and overthinking, you asked Adrian why he had to be dropped off by the blonde woman that night, to which he instantly tensed as you sat beside him on his sofa.

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. The Seabring break down?”

He took a breath and shrugged uneasily. “Harcourt was nice enough to drive me home because I was thrown in jail, so I didn’t have the car.”

You turned to him and stared wide-eyed. “WHAT?”

“Look, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal! I just tried to throw a garbage can through the police station’s window.”

“Adrian, what the fuck, why?” Your voice raised and you didn’t mean for it to seem like you were yelling at him, but you were so shocked that you couldn’t understand what the hell went through his head.

He grumbled and sighed. “Leota, one of the people I work with, kept saying how bad Peacemaker’s dad is, how shitty Auggie is, and he IS. Racist piece of shit, he’s always making his life miserable. So she said she wished he was out of the picture so Chris could be happy… So I figured I could make him…go away. He was already in jail, so I figured I’d just deal with it there before he got out.”

“Adrian… you didn’t…”

“No, I didn’t, I fucked up and didn’t do it.”

You sat there and looked at him as he faced the television, the pain was apparent sketched into his features, so you placed your hand on his shoulder and offered him a smile. “I’m proud that you didn’t do it, babe, you wanted to help your friend and I respect that, but those are his demons to face and he needs to deal with them, no matter how much you wanna help.”

“Yeah, I know, but still…”

You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder as you sat in silence with him, but soon after, he said he had to go home, despite you offering him to stay the night. Adrian declined and said he had a lot on his mind that he needed to work on, so you nodded and watched from your window as he left.

Since that night, you worried for him so much that his friendship with Chris wasn’t exactly normal, though it wasn’t your business. He seemed to be incredibly dedicated, which was a valuable trait in a friend, but you hoped that wasn’t being exploited by the others in this group. As always, you worried, and in return, he worried about you.

But how could he involve you and sacrifice your safety with everything going on? Wouldn't that be absolutely selfish of him to do so? The more he thought about everything that was going on with what he was involved in, the more he wanted to tell you and express his worries, his thoughts, all of it. It ate away at him that he couldn't tell you, and despite his protests to Harcourt, she scolded him AND Adebayo about involving those closest to them, their safety was important despite how much they wanted to keep them close. Leota reluctantly agreed and felt guilty about sending her wife away, but Adrian almost brushed it under the rug and dealt with the growing dread that sat in the pit of his stomach. He sat in silence sometimes and his thoughts drifted to you and how you would be handling his distance, he knew it was wrong of him, but how else could he tell you to stay away from this whole butterfly ordeal without revealing too much?

But when he saw you burst through the door of the video shop with that look on your face, he knew something was going to happen and it wouldn’t end well, but he froze to the spot when you glared directly at him as he held a large black container.

"Adrian you absolute asshole," you spat as you flung the door open. Still, you couldn't get another word in until the man known to be Peacemaker stepped forward, his hand gripped onto a black duffle bag as he looked absolutely confused by your presence.

"Hey, lady, you got the wrong place of establishment," he said in a slightly raised tone.

"I don't think I do, because he–" you said while pointing at Adrian– "is just the man I need to talk to."

"You know this crazy chick?" Peacemaker turned to Adrian with a distasteful expression.

"Uh yeah, she's my girlfriend." Adrian looked over at you and gave you a meek smile and a half-hearted wave.

“No she’s not,” he argued, dismissing Adrain completely.

“Yes, I am.”

The room went silent for a moment. Both John and Peacemaker looked at the brunette man and just stared, mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"There's no way this fucking idiot has a girlfriend," Economos said.

"And one that hot," Peacemaker mentioned. “Oh, I get it, is she a nerd like you? Met her playing one of your fruity little dungeons and dragons games?” He turned to look over at Adrain, who seemed to be overwhelmed by everything going on.

You turned to look at the man with a scowl on your face. "First off, don't call my boyfriend an idiot," you snapped at the large, bearded man. "And second," you whipped your head toward Peacemaker, "watch your mouth, this isn’t your business."

"You're kinda making it our business when you're busting down the door and yelling at the only people in the room," Peacemaker stated.

You gave a sigh and shook your head, but you walked up to Adrian with your consistent glare, then pulled him off to the side. "Can I talk to you in private?"

“Vij, we don’t have TIME for this, we have a cow to– SHIT to do!”

"You shouldn't be here, babe, what if the others come back and see someone they’ve never seen before? They could freak out."

"People freaking out is only a problem for you when it's one of these members of the half-assed Justice League, but when I'm the one freaking out, it's not that bad, right?" Before he could speak, you cut him off. "I don't understand you, Adrian, you're distancing yourself from me and it's not like you at all! I don't mind supporting you with whatever is going on, but you're scaring me…" Your words trailed off and felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I don’t know what’s happening with you and I wanna know what’s going on.”

Adrian looked at you and stared, he couldn't come up with an excuse for how you'd been treated, but he also wasn't sure what to really say in front of the others in the room.

"Sounds like trouble in paradise over there, Vij, she ain't keeping you pussy whipped, is she?"

When your eyes met the man's, he seemed incredibly unbothered by your poor attempt at intimidation, but you couldn't help the intensity of your hatred after hearing this man only speak a handful of times.

"I wish Adrian would have warned me about how you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, but I guess I found out the hard way. Now can you shut the hell up?"

"Jeez, you really need to ease up," Peacemaker groaned as he shook his head. “Either way we gotta fuckin’ go and soon, guys, this place is gonna be swarmed any minute now.”

"Can you guys stop talking about me as if I'm not even here?" Adrian said, the tone in his voice conveying his frustration. "Look, I get that I fucked up and shouldn't have pushed you away, but I can't tell you what's going on here thanks to these guys telling me to keep my mouth shut." He offered you a calm expression and then turned to his friend, who he stared at with much more annoyance. “And can you at least try not to be a dick to her, I don’t care if it’s aimed at me, but fuck dude?”

You glared at Peacemaker and took a step closer to Adrian, feeling the distrust of everyone in the room except for your boyfriend, who just seemed to be wrapped up in all this shit without really knowing what he was getting into.

“He wouldn’t be in this shit if it weren’t for you,” you pointed at Peacemaker, “ever since you came back he was so happy that ‘his friend was back’, and now, he’s running off doing your bullshit for these clowns.”

“Hey!” Economos complained.

“Look, I don’t know you, for all I know you’re the reason he’s here.”

Peacemaker erupted into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ dye beard here couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag and you think he can conduct a mission to kill butterflies?”

Your brow furrowed. “Butterflies?”

Adrian’s eyes widened as he stared at Peacemaker. “Chris, shut UP. Don’t involve her.”

“Why?! What is so damn important that I can’t be involved to the point I don’t know if my boyfriend is alive or not?” You were getting way too worked up to think properly, but you had a suspecting feeling that there was more going on here. “This isn’t just a simple hit mission, is it?” You turned to Adrian and your pleading expression spoke volumes.

He sighed and looked down, but then leaned in and kissed you softly, one you didn’t want him to pull away from. “I promise you I’m gonna tell you everything, but you gotta trust me, okay? I don’t want shit happening to you… Not again."

How could you stay mad at him when all he wanted to do was keep you safe? It was once again falling under the entire identity thing and if they could use something or someone he loved against him, he'd never forgive himself if you were caught in the middle.

"Things are getting intense and we gotta go, but I promise I'll be back and we can talk about whatever you want, I swear. I just need you to lay low, the group’s head guy doesn’t want anyone on the outside involved just because it’s not safe. I want you to be safe,” his sentence trailed off and he smiled at you.

“Adi, please, I don’t want you doing this, what if–”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t get involved in this right now and I’ll tell you everything.”

"Vigilante, you can't just–" Economos began, but Adrian cut him off.

"No, I owe her that much, you weren't there when she was taken! She needs to stay safe, but she's gotta know."

Peacemaker scoffed and began to shove his guns back into their holsters. "Your funeral."

You spun to face Peacemaker again and stepped up toward him. "What the fuck is your problem, huh? Are you so spineless that you must demean everyone in this room just to feel like the big tough badass? No one gives a shit, Chris," as you drew out his name, they could hear the venom in your voice. When you stormed off toward the door, Adrian called out to you. You stopped at the door and looked back.

"I promise." He seemed so sincere, and you wondered just how far that promise would come, so you offered him a small smile and left them in the shop.

Economos felt incredibly uneasy as he stared at the pair of friends as he shifted slightly, and decided he would go and check on Judo Master, their captive that knew about and willingly worked with the butterflies.

"Ahh shit, he's gone, he's gone! Judo Master is gone!"

Adrian peeked in and looked around, obviously confused. "Judo Master was in here?"

You walked to your car as cautiously as you always did, slid into the seat, and locked the doors as soon as you leaned back into the seat. Your hands rested on the steering wheel, but all you could do was stare out the windshield, your gaze set dead ahead as you tried to empty your head of all your thoughts. You trusted your boyfriend, you had even before you knew it, but you definitely didn't trust the people he hung around.

As you thought of his promise, you couldn't get the fact that Peacemaker had been absolutely shitty toward him regardless of the situation, was he like that all the time with Adrian? His presence made your blood boil as you thought of his smug look, looking down on Adrian in that short amount of time. Your attention was stolen by the sudden burst of the door being flung open with force, the three of them ran to the large RV and piled into it, you watched as they disappeared into the vehicle and closed the door, and your body lurched forward slightly as you couldn’t help but release a sob you’d been holding for some time now.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself in annoyance.

Whatever the case, you took his words into account and drove out of there as fast and legally as you could, because if the place was going to be surrounded, might as well get the hell out of the vicinity in case you got caught and questioned.

You figured you should get some lunch for home, get some paperwork done for work, and just keep yourself at home before anything got too bad.

As you pulled into the driveway, your food in hand as you went to unlock the front door, you couldn't help but feel a deep sinking feeling in your gut. You worried about Adrian all the time, but something about the urgency of today and hearing whatever the hell about the butterflies, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread.

You sat cross-legged on the sofa and flipped through channels as you ate your takeout, you stopped on a news channel that had the headline: Captain Locke Press Conference - possible link to Sturphausen and Goff murders. It stated that Christopher Smith, also known as Peacemaker, has the belief that aliens are posing as humans and it's his job to find and kill them.

"Find and stop the Peacemaker by whatever means necessary."

Your eyes bulged as you stared in disbelief at the fact there had been a 33-victim massacre at the Glan Tai Bottling Factory, all of which Adrian probably knew about and had possibly gotten his toe injury from all of this. You sat back and almost dropped the container of food as you lost all function of your limbs, you were dumbstruck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, this isn’t good.” You stood up from your seat and began to pace back and forth, your food was long forgotten as you wondered what you could do before anything had gotten too out of hand, but the real question was should you even get involved when Adrian specifically asked you not to?

You’d been captured and tortured, you had gone down that road and wanted nothing to do with getting caught again, mainly if Vigilante was too preoccupied to save your ass again, you needed to think of a way to help any way you could. The more he associated with Chris, the more danger he was in for getting caught in the crossfire, and if his identity was compromised… You scolded yourself and shook your head, what you were thinking was absolutely insane, you’d barely held a firearm except for the times you practiced with Adrian, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough to save you if things went south.

With a frustrated growl, your fingers slid across your hair as you thought until your head pounded and you couldn’t think straight, so you decided without much hesitation that you’d raid Adrian’s stash of guns and do what you could to make sure he’d live. You owed him that much.

As you drove to his place, you talked to yourself in the car, berating yourself for the choices you were making, you figured that if you went back now he wouldn’t hold it against you. He did his job of keeping things as silent as he could without involving you, despite how he’d gone about it, so he wouldn’t be upset that you wouldn’t be there. But even as you went inside his place, you rifled around his things and grabbed all you could as you strapped his holster to yourself, and you felt as if you could take on an army. You made sure everything was back in its place and properly put away until your eyes swept over the nightstand, where he kept the first photo of you and him that you took when you guys officially started dating. A smile crept across your face and you settled on your plan; you were going to help him no matter what.

It was a stupid idea to an outsider, sure, you were planning to burst into a facility with no way of knowing who or what you’d come across, but you knew the group Adrian was working with would be there, trained guns for hire, so you’d possibly get lucky and somehow manage to live.

You walked over to the police scanner, listening in on anything that you could pick up on the whereabouts of the Peacemaker, and with a bit of patience as you turned the dial as slowly as you could, you picked up on an intercepted conversation, the radio static barely allowed you to hear it until you finally set the dial and it was clear as day.

“-the Peacemaker was seen headed north-west down Highway 99 in a Burgundy 2016 Ford Fiesta, two other suspects in the vehicle, possibly Vigilante accompanying them. Calling in a 10-85 to follow to Coverdale Ranch.”

“10-04.”

“Shit,” you huffed and shut off the machine, then you headed out in your car and didn’t look back. You pulled out and began your lengthy drive to Coverdale Ranch, the infinite possibilities of the situation ran wild in your mind, but all you knew is that Adrian could be in heaps of trouble, and you wanted to help him as he had helped you.

Though you had trained with him in the basics of weaponry and self-defense, you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you’d be more of a burden than an actual help to them, but if you died doing this, you had felt that you wouldn’t regret the choices you made. You’d loved him despite everything, you loved the times you shared, even loved the strange and wild way you both met. Your foot pushed down further onto the pedal, the speed picked up and you would make it, you had to.

The field was a bloodbath and you were out of your depth, your hands shaking as you ran past the dead group of people on the ground, blood splattered everywhere as you ran toward the center of the fighting, the gunshots rang louder than you expected and caused you to constantly flinch. You saw the familiar faces of Economos and Harcourt, Economos was on the ground, making his way to the firefight as the blonde woman was shot several times, then she fell to the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood.

Everyone was in a panic and yet they continued to fight until they couldn’t anymore, except you couldn’t see Adrian anywhere, and that’s when you began to panic. Your eyes searched for him frantically as you held your gun as you were taught, but you were pulled out of your search by the scream of a man who bolted right toward you.

You tensed but eagerly spun to have your barrel meet his face, and with a quick breath and a fast aim, you shot at him and braced for impact. None ever came. Blood spurted from his throat and he collapsed to the ground, his movements slowed until there were none at all, and you couldn’t get over the fact that you killed someone.

‘You knew this would happen if you interfered, there’s no reason to back out now, Adrian needs you. Keep going.’

A few more stragglers that made their way to you were easily taken care of, their movements were sporadic and sloppy, so you were able to dodge them by controlling the speed of your feet. You stopped quickly and allowed one of the attackers to swipe at nothing and you watched him tumble over almost comically, then you shot him square between the eyes. You were more confident in your abilities now, but you still wouldn't allow yourself to grow an ego, you needed to focus and be sure to keep yourself alive long enough.

Your feet took you as fast as they could go toward the group that was gathered in the center of the chaos, Ecomonos had finally reached the halfway point as you booked it past him, and he paid you no mind. Finally, you saw the suit you’d been so well acquainted with, and a wave of relief washed over you. Your feet carried you as quickly as you could manage and you were so close to reaching him, but a shot rang out and you saw that teal and black suit stained red with blood shortly after.

You couldn't hold back the blood-curdling scream you released as you raised your gun and shot at his attacker, all while Adrian still managed to throw a knife directly at the man at the same time your bullet luckily hit him dead in the eye.

The skin of your knees was now bruised and slightly bloody as you slid across the soil, rocks be damned, you wouldn't let something happen to him as you crawled to reach him. You could hear that he was still breathing but wasn't as strong as it could be, and when you rolled him over slightly to take a look at him, his suit was all but destroyed, there had been so much blood on your hands when you pulled them away. The sight of it had you almost to the point of hyperventilating because you were already thinking the worst, so you removed his visor and checked him as best as you could without moving him too much.

Leota had just finished saving Harcourt as she ripped out one of the butterflies from her mouth, and shot it before it could take over her body, then her attention was pulled toward you hovering over Adrian's body.

"Hey, is he alive?" She asked as she still remained at Emilia's side.

You looked up and stared at her through your teary eyes. "Yes, but barely. I don't know how long he'll be okay… Is she okay?"

Leota stood and looked down at Harcourt then back at you. "For now. We gotta get them out of here, though."

The blonde woman gripped Leota’s arm and shuttered. "Help… Chris," was all Harcourt could muster.

Leota looked terrified, scared of the fact that they could die at any point and yet they wanted her to leave them there.

"Go and help, I'll stay here and protect them if I need to."

The woman looked at you in confusion for a moment. "You're… Adrian's girlfriend, right?" You nodded. "He talks a lot about you, pretty ballsy you bein' here. But you're good people, so here, take this just in case."

She handed you one of her guns and you waved your hand in protest. "I got plenty, you need that, now go and do whatever you need to do."

"Leota!"

Ecomonos had suddenly appeared and rolled a silver Peacemaker helmet toward her, his body now weak as he collapsed onto the soil to rest. You watched them with curiosity as Leota suddenly left and made her way down an eerie-looking entranceway that led underground, leaving you with everyone in an uncomfortable silence.

You hadn't left Adrian's side as you stroked his hair while he slept, all you wanted was to make sure he continued to breathe, so you did what you could with his wounds and put pressure on them as you wrapped them up with whatever you could find. You only left his side long enough to tear off chunks of cloth from the bodies that were scattered around you, you helped out Economos as best as you could without fucking up his leg even further, to which he thanked you.

"Sorry we sorta ganged up on you back at the video store."

"It's fine," you replied coolly as you made your way back to Adrian's side. "Sorry I yelled at you."

He scoffed and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose we deserved it. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be staying as far away from this shit as you possibly can?"

You looked over your boyfriend's face and contemplated for a moment, not quite sure what went through your head while you did all of this. "Honestly, I did it for him. I didn't care what would have happened to me, I just wanted to help him. Even if it killed me."

John stared at you in what you would assume was awe and possibly even lunacy, but he gave you a small smile in return. "He's lucky to have someone like you. Why you came out here was fucking insane but really brave of you."

You chuckled. "Thanks, man."

You clung to Adrian and your mind was slightly more at ease, you wanted to believe that he would be okay and that everything would be as it was in a week or two, but you were scared shitless. With any luck, they would finish whatever mission this was and you could all escape the police before they came to collect Peacemaker and company. So long as his breathing continued to remain steady, you would feel okay, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if something went wrong.

A low rumble began steadily beneath your feet, both you and Economos stared at each other, unsure of what the sound was or what you should do, if anything. When the rumble became stronger and more violent, you got to your feet and scooped Adrian in your arms, pulling him from under his arms away from the danger, though you didn't get far. The man was already heavy with the muscle he gained, but with the suit on top of it, it was almost impossible, but you had your burst of adrenaline to thank. Economos crawled further away despite his leg protesting, the shooting pain he felt was unlike anything he'd felt before. When the rumbling slowed and came to a stop, you stood still and gently placed Adrian back down, which caused him to stir.

He grumbled and groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his brown pulled together while his eyesight tried to adjust with no glasses to peer through. But as he looked up, there you were with a smile on your face and worry in your eyes, your face splattered with droplets of blood.

"Wait, what happened? What are you doing here, babe?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

You knelt back down and placed several kisses on his forehead as you brushed his hair back. "Oh thank fuck, you're okay. Try not to move until we figure out what's going on, okay?"

"How are you here?"

You looked away sheepishly and hummed. "Well, I saw the news, so I went to your place and got some weapons, then overheard on the police scanner that you were spotted coming up this way. I came as fast as I could."

"Shoulda saw her in action, Vij, she was pretty crazy," Economos said matter-of-factly. "She's been by your side since she got here."

Adrian squinted and looked at you with concern, which wasn't a good look. "You coulda got hurt."

"And you could have died, but I don't care, Adrian. You saved me, I wanted to save you."

He was upset that you didn't listen, all he wanted was for you to be okay and safe, away from all of this nonsense. But overall, he did take Economos's words into consideration; he was pretty lucky to have someone like you.

A sound came from behind you and you all turned to see Peacemaker pulling himself from the wreckage that followed behind him, Leota right behind him. Economos sighed in relief and groaned.

"You guys are okay, holy shit."

"Get to Harcourt, she's not doing good," you said loudly as you pointed at her, and Chris followed your direction and immediately scooped her into his arms. "Come on, handsome, we gotta get you to the hospital." You stood up and pulled him to his feet gently, the groan that emerged was painful.

Adrian hobbled one step ahead and almost collapsed again, but you caught him in time. "Come on, I'll be fine, I just need a nap."

"Adrian, no, you're going into the hospital."

Peacemaker said nothing as he carried the blonde woman who lay unconscious, breathing, but alive. As if it were a cruel joke, several members of the Justice League came to greet them, but the entire group kept moving past them.

"You're late, you fucking dickheads," Chris complained with a sneer.

The members looked on in disbelief, but you didn't care, you just needed to get everyone to the hospital, especially before Harcourt didn't have a chance to make it.

Vigilante stood there, his hand placing pressure on the gunshot wounds beneath his ribcage, but the way he could barely stand was a cause for worry, yet he didn’t say a word and watched as Harcourt and Economos were carted off to be taken care of. Chris and Leota stood beside you two and it almost felt awkward as you all

Chris looked over at Vigilante as you continued to hold him up, but he swayed a bit too far and almost toppled over. “Dude, you’re shot. You gotta be admitted.”

Vigilante sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine, seriously. All I need is a good nap.” After a moment of silence, Vigilante fell to the floor with you trying your best to catch him before he did.

“Can someone help him, please?!” you called out desperately, and your call was answered almost immediately as a group of nurses and doctors swarmed around you both.

They picked him up and wheeled him into a room with you not far behind, but one of the nurses turned to you and placed a hand in front of you to stop you.

"I'm sorry, miss, you have to stay out here, okay? Please, we just need to get him into surgery as fast as we can, and as soon as it's finished, we'll call you in."

You wanted to protest, you wanted to be there for him and you wanted to keep that promise, but getting thrown out wouldn't do much good. So you sighed and nodded, then walked back to the waiting room where Peacemaker was sitting. His head was hung low as his elbows rested on his knees, and you had just caught a glimpse of Leota leaving through the front door.

As much as it pained you to be near him, you sat beside Chris and looked over silently, not wanting to force a conversation. You sighed as you leaned back in the chair and closed your eyes, all you wanted to do was take a breath and not have to worry about anything for at least twenty minutes. Your body relaxed and you felt yourself falling asleep, but Peacemaker looked over at you and cleared his throat.

"Hey uh, I know you didn't have to come to us at the ranch, but thanks for helping," he said gruffly. “Heard you took some guys down.”

Your eyes opened and you turned your head slightly to look at him. "Yeah well, I did it for Adrian, he did it for me." You turned your gaze back toward the help desk and stared at the constant movement until you heard your name called. Your head whipped up and stared at the doctor holding a clipboard as he made eye contact with you, then you made your way to him with a blatant expression of pure worry.

"Mr. Chase didn't need much done, he just had some sutures, the bullets were removed and everything seems to be going well. He's lost blood from the wounds, but his recovery is miraculous. Did you want to see him?"

"Yes, please." You followed quickly on his heels as he guided you to his room, and of course, he was already awake and moving around in his bed.

"Mr. Chase, could you please not remove the IV yet?"

His gaze rested on you and the smile that followed was one you wished to see for the rest of your days. "You're still here!" He said excitedly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You turned around and looked over at the doctor. "Can he go home today?"

"Yes, so long as he waits patiently for us to discharge him," he said with emphasis on the last of the sentence. "But I'll come back in a bit once we initiate the paperwork." The doctor left and closed the door behind him, which left you both alone.

You turned back to him and he was already discarding the IV and the heart monitor, and all you could do was laugh. "Adi, calm down, he said to wait."

"And I did. I waited until he left the room," he said with a smirk.

You sucked your teeth and shook your head as you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, and once you did that, he finally settled down a bit. He looked up at you, his face a tad bit bruised and puffy as he stared at you. When you looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, just wish I coulda seen you in action, did those lessons I gave you pay off?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

You almost wanted to blush. "Shut up, Adrian. But yeah, gotta say, I was scared as hell, but that adrenaline? Woo boy, really paid off. But I was so fucking scared, Adrian…” You sighed as you reached out for his hand, which he allowed you to take, and you squeezed it gently. “I was so scared you weren’t gonna make it.”

The look of guilt seemed to sink into his features, but you placed your hand on his cheek to have him look at you. “Look, babe, I–”

“Ssh, I don’t care right now, I just wanna enjoy this win, okay? You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, slowly being consumed by him until you felt him pushing back, his mouth opened to allow his tongue to caress your bottom lip. You pulled back with a smile. “Adrian, in the hospital room?” You asked, your voice light and playful.

“Sure, why not?”

“Because you just had bullets removed from your body,” you replied with an overwhelmed tone, but you barely fought back against his advances, his hand slid down the front of your shirt, and a small whimper escaped your lips. His devious smile made you want to rethink it, but you had a better idea. “How about,” you began as you pulled his hand down and placed it on your leg, “we get out of here and if you can make it from here to the house, I’ll change my mind.”

His smile only grew. “Deal.”

The television inside the room was on and as soon as Adrian looked up, he patted your arm and pointed. Your eyes followed and you saw Leota at a press conference.

‘A.R.G.U.S. Agent Speaks Out’, the prompt read. “–Which means Christopher Smith never wrote any diary. Both the Peacemaker and the costucrime-fighterhter Vigilante were working in a deep-cover operation for the U.S. government called “Project Butterfly”. This is all part of a black-ops program known as “Task Force X,” where convicted criminals are undertaking dangerous missions for the United States in exchange for time shaved off their sentences.”

You looked back over at Adrian, completely stunned. “Holy shit… that’s… that’s insane.”

Adrian only shrugged and nodded in agreement. “Well, what are you gonna do, a woman in power like that? Does whatever she wants. Glad Leota was on our side.”

“Yeah,” you breathed… “Hey, let’s go home, yeah?”

Adrian smiled and sighed in relief as he was already slipping out of the bed and across the room to grab his things. “I’d like nothing more. But we gotta go my way.”

“Adrian, you’re not–”

“Oh yes, I am.” He gathered all his things and slung them over his shoulder. “You comin’? I’ll catch you, promise.”

You looked over at the large open window and sighed, you shook your head in disbelief. “I guess so, let’s do this.” You walked over toward the window and looked down, the height wasn’t that bad, so you looked up at him and gave him a playful smirk. “You’re lucky I love you, Adrian Chase.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips and didn’t even give him time to process as you jumped from the window and screamed.

Adrian stood there for a moment in the room and looked back outside as you recovered quickly from the jump, and you stared up at him. “You what?!”

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flamingpudding · 9 months

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Ouija Board Prompt Idea

A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break

Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn't understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.

So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn't want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.

He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn't feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…

… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.

Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.

"Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?"

"I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood."

"Come on guys it will be fun!"

"For whom? You, Spoiler?"

"RR aren't you curious?"

"We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?"

"Ghosts don't exist."

Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.

Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to 'YES'.

Someone yelped and someone else shrieked, though Danny wasn't sure if that was a shriek of excitement or not. He still grinned at their reactions.

"Did that just move to 'YES'! It did, didn't it!"

Yea okay that earlier was a shriek of excitement considering how that girl in purple was jumping around. Though the poor kid among them looked a little paler now, Danny decided to keep an eye on the kid to make sure he wasn't overdoing it.

"Okay so a ghost is here?"

Maybe he should have bothered listening to Lady Gotham or Tucker more about the vigilantes of Gotham. Oh well no time better as this to learn. What did the girl call this boy again, RR? Danny wondered what that stood for.

He moved the piece around the board a little making sure they noticed before he spelled something out.

"N-O-S-H-I-T-S-H-E-R-L-O-C-K. No shit Sherlock. Ha! I like this ghost!" The tall one laughed, he believed the kid called him Red Hood earlier. Well the red helmet was a great testament to that sort of code name. Still he wondered about that weird feeling he got from the guy but pushed that aside for later.

"Well since there is a ghosts, what should we ask?"

"Maybe how old he is?"

"Think it rude to ask how he died?"

Danny rolled his eyes. Those were such mainstream questions.

"B-O-R-I-N-G, 1-6 , YES. Guys it looks like we are not were imaginativ."

"Well what do you suggest we ask then?"

"I don't know! Maybe he can show us a cool trick?"

"You know that reminds me of this game that's been out for a while, phasmophobia or something like that?"

Oh Danny knew this one! Tucker had told him about the game, he himself hadn't played it but he had watched his best friend do so, they had a lot of fun joking about how the ghosts were portrayed and the tools that were available to the players.

"So what? We ask the ghost to play Hide and Seek with us?"

"Let's cease this nonsense. This is not something we should mess with."

"Oh are you scared?"

He made a show of moving the wooden piece, doing his best not to snicker out loud as he moved the piece to count down from the number 9. Letting his own powers out a little to cause the already dim light to flicker and the room to cool down several degrees.

The reaction was instant once again. Though he didn't expect them to run for hiding spaces he definitely did not expect these people to pull out their weapons and position against each other's back like they were ready for a fight. Then again they were vigilantes

The poor kid among them looked even paler. Before his count down could reach 0 he decided to not scare the poor kid more. Pulling back his powers the room's temperature normalized and the lights stopped flickering. He moved the wooden piece knowing that at least one of them was watching it in anticipation.

"J-K-S-O-R-R-Y"

"I think the ghost just apologized to us?" The RR teenager said carefully and Danny couldn't help the sheepish smile even if they couldn't see it in his invisible state.

"You know about the game?"

He moved the piece to YES.

"So you thought it was fucking appropriated to scare us like that?"

He moved the piece around and placed it back to YES before spelling out sorry again. The vigilantes shared a look and Danny decided to spell out a question.

"L-I-T-T-L-E-G-U-Y-O-K-A-Y"

"Huh? Uh yea Robin is fine." They looked confused but Danny kept his eyes on the kid. Well the poor boy still looked very pale but he also appeared to try to put on a brave front, it nearly caused a chuckle to escape the halfa.

"Can you show yourself?"

"S-U-R-E"

Not like he was really going to show himself but this was going to be fun, he thanked the Ancients that he was taking lessons with Pandora on how to manipulate his own ectoplasm. He summoned a blob of it making sure he himself was still invisible as he let the green blob be visible, forming it and making it look like a blob ghost.

The reaction was once again instant. They yelled in the chaos all he caught sounded like 'Lazarus water! Moving Lazarus Water!' Before the pale kid, Robin they said, slashed at his ectoplasm blob with his katana, essentially doing nothing to the blob of ectoplasm. The sword just went through it and Danny still holding it confused just instinctively let it reform the shape he gave it.

Danny blinked, okay now he was definitely not showing himself. "This is no a ghost but a Pit Demon!"

From the corner of the eye he saw Lady Gotham appear in the room staring at him disapprovingly and holding that ghost club she had used on Clockwork.

"I can explain, really! I was just joking with them!" He stood holding his hands up to smooth the situation, the green blob fell to the ground splashing against the Ouija Board with a loud splat. His chances of not get hit like Clockwork by Lady Gotham were becoming slimmer.

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

Shit, he hadn't used ghost speech but said that out loud.

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nina-scribbles · 5 months

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"Contrary to popular belief, Izuku Midoriya hadn’t actually intended to do anything illegal. Apparently vigilantism actually IS a slippery slope, and the transition from neighborly, helping old ladies with their groceries, to leaving would-be muggers tied up in alley-ways… is rather quick and easy to slip. Who coulda guessed?"

- Serendipitous Encounters on Ao3

(Excerpt from chapter one, art from a scene in the soon-to-be-posted chapter five, bc i just couldn't get it out of my head lol :3 )

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training4theapocalypse · 9 months

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Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses.

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office.

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground.

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante?

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic.

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn.

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution?

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut.

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

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Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!”

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy.

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file.

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder.

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present.

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.”

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too.

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.”

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

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Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.”

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

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After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out.

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal.

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.”

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.”

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it.

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job.

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous.

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look.

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours.

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass.

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently.

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

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Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly.

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver.

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to.

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it.

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then.

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing.

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum.

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size.

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light.

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him.

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

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