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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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pairing: adrian chase x gn reader (established relationship) rating: gen+ word count: 2,688 one-sentence synopsis: adrian assumes the worst when he hasn't heard from you in a couple of days, even though you've only been home sick with the flu. author's note: i have been. so very sick. take care of me adrian chase

>> read on ao3!! <<

There’s an incessant pounding coming from— somewhere.

You’re not totally sure what the source of the noise is. Actually, you’re not even entirely sure that it’s not completely in your own head. It’s certainly hurt bad enough for the last— you lift your head to squint at the bleary numbers on your bedside clock— two days that you could be hearing a pounding by now, to reflect the pounding ache inside of it.

Checking the clock again, just to be sure, you verify— yeah, you’ve been asleep off and on for about two days, now. You don’t know what monster flu you caught, but it’s completely knocked the wind out of you.

You’ve had pretty much no energy since you got back home from work the other day and immediately crashed. The entire time you’d been on shift, you’d started feeling worse and worse; on the commute home, you’d nearly had to stop and vomit on the side of the road several times. It’d been a miracle you made it home in one piece at all, let alone managing to drag yourself into bed.

Since then, you’ve been alternating between struggling to get anything into your body, struggling to keep it there, and— sleeping, mostly. Lots of sleeping. It’s felt almost impossible to stay awake, your body continuously attempting to turn itself off to heal itself.

Your aching head is still throbbing in time with what you’ve determined is definitely an outside-source sort of knocking-pounding.

“Hello?” you try to ask, but your voice is scratchy with disuse and illness. Trying to clear it just hurts, so you give up, grimacing as you push yourself upright. You rasp, “Hold on,” but whoever’s knocking doesn’t hear you, or otherwise doesn’t care.

Your joints hurt like hell, but you manage to get yourself on your feet and moving in the direction of your front door. It definitely takes longer than it would normally; you’ve only made it to your bedroom doorway when you hear a bafflingly loud crash from down the hall, your head splitting with the sudden jarring noise of it.

Instinctively, you push the heels of your hands into your eyes, then drag them up until you can grip onto your hair, for a moment, head throbbing.

“Where are you?” you hear a voice down the hall, and you’re simultaneously relieved and incredibly confused that it’s Adrian. “What the fuck— What the fuck—”

“What?” you ask, your voice still cracking, leaning in your bedroom doorway.

Adrian whirls at the sound you make— barely a word, really, but loud enough to be heard this time, at least— and you’re not prepared for how upset he looks. The expression on his face is inexplicably devastated, agonized with the sort of emotion you don’t really expect to see outside of the direst of scenarios. Even, really— Even then, Adrian’s got a smile on his face, most of the time.

Not now, though. Now, he’s half-dressed in his Vigilante gear, and panicked, and running down the hallway towards you before you can even try to process that he’s here, let alone what the hell is happening right now.

Without hesitating, he wraps you right up in his arms, burying his face in your throat. His hold is tight, and your muscles all ache, but it almost feels good, in a pressure sort of way. The way it settles something inside your chest, too, isn’t something to be ignored; you feel a little bit better just for not being alone, just for having him here. You’re not— Your relationship isn’t serious serious, but you—

He still means a lot to you, more than you think anybody else in your life means to you, at this point. He’s still a source of comfort to you; he still makes you feel better. You hope your relationship will become more serious— maybe even serious serious— but it’s not there yet. But—

Still, here’s Adrian, gripping you so tightly it feels like your ribs move. You hug him back, even though you’re a little confused.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him. Your congestion and scratching throat make you slightly incoherent, but he still seems to understand what you’re saying.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asks. “What’s wr— I thought you were dead.”

“Why the f—” you start, but then start coughing, your voice too abruptly sharp and rough for your throat, right now. Adrian backs up a little bit, panicked, when you bring your arm up, covering your face as you cough and struggle to breath, for a moment. You nearly end up gagging, at the end, but there’s really nothing in your stomach, so you manage to straighten out again after a moment, dizzy and frowning.

“What’s wrong with you?” Adrian asks, quickly. “Something’s wrong. What happened? Did you get poisoned, is that what this is? Poison? Did someone hurt you? Did—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off, head throbbing. You immediately feel a surge of over-emotional guilt for interrupting him, your illness-addled brain bringing up too much unnecessary feeling in response. Almost tearfully, and embarrassed because of it, you say, “I’m sorry—”

“No, don’t apologize,” Adrian says. “I’m sorry, I should be— I should be quieter, sorry. What can I do? What’s wrong, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you tell him. At his incredulous expression, you tell him, “I’m just sick. It’ll pass.” You hesitate, thinking you’re going to sneeze, but it doesn’t happen, which is kind of worse. Frowning, now, you say, “I just feel like shit.”

Adrian pauses, looking like he wants to push back into you at the same time that he’s not sure he’s allowed to. After a beat, he asks, “Why didn’t you— I tried calling? You didn’t answer.”

You glance backwards into your room, at the bag that you’d dropped on the floor the second you got home. Your phone hadn’t ended up anywhere near its charger, nor your hand; you’d completely forgotten about it, honestly. It’s probably been dead for over a day by now.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, feeling genuinely apologetic, new guilt coursing through you. Your voice almost breaks when you say, “I didn’t mean to, I was just sleeping,” and you flash with an embarrassed heat because of it, forcing you to flush hotter than your fever’s already brought you.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay,” Adrian says. His face is crumpling, tone softening; you feel bad for being the reason it’s there, even if you’re not entirely sure why it’s here at all. “Don’t be upset, I’m not mad, I’m— I was just worried about you, and, like, you didn’t call or message or even, like, view my messages, and I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong but if I had I wanted to give you your space, but then nobody else heard from you and you haven’t posted anything and I was starting to panic a little bit that something happened, or someone took you, or they hurt you because of me, or that maybe you would—”

He cuts himself off, this time, chest heaving. He’s visibly agitated, practically vibrating in front of you, when he lifts his eyes to meet yours. You’re surprised to see the fear in them, and the hurt, because everything— everything is fine. It’s going to be alright; things like this happen. Really, it’s no big deal. People get sick. It’ll be fine.

Adrian, though—

Adrian didn’t know that.

Your chest clenches, your heart doing a strange sort of squeeze at the idea of not hearing from Adrian at all for two days, at the concept of him just dropping off the grid and not responding for no apparent reason. You’d—

In his line of work— or, his preferred line of work— you probably would have assumed the same thing. It hurts something in you, that his fear for you made him this terrified, that your absence rattled him this badly.

“I’m sorry,” he says, mistaking your silence. “I didn’t mean to talk so much again, you probably have a headache, and I’m—” He huffs a laugh that doesn’t sound all that amused, says, “I’m not making it any better, probably. Fuck, I’m sorry. Is there— Can I get you anything? Or I can just go— Actually, yeah, I should probably just g—”

“No,” you insist immediately. You reach out to grab onto him again, tilting right into him. Maybe your relationship isn’t serious serious, but it’s serious enough to be intimate; he wraps his arms around you in return without hesitating, kissing the side of your head. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” he replies. “You’re sick, I shouldn’t— I was being clingy, I didn’t want—”

“No, you’re not,” you tell him. You don’t mean to interrupt again, but you can’t let him think this was anything but what it actually is. “It’s not clingy to want to hear from me. I’d be scared if I didn’t hear from you, either.” You bury yourself in his chest, taking comfort from him. You’re starting to get more exhausted, the longer you stand upright, your joints and spine and muscles and— everything aching; you trust him to hold you upright, though. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, I just kind of— fell asleep. And I haven’t been awake that much. I’m— That was stupid. I should’ve thought—”

“Hey, no, come on, don’t do that,” Adrian says. “Sorry, I just— It’s not your fault. You just— You’re sick, you’re allowed to be sick. It’s shitty. I’m not— I don’t— I shouldn’t assume, just because I’m not here doesn’t mean—”

He stops again; you can feel the tension in his body, muscles tight. His armor’s hanging off him in pieces; the rest of it, you assume, is in his car. You wonder what his intentions were if he hadn’t found you here— if he’d thought you were missing and went out searching for you as Vigilante. You’ll have to ask him about those plans, another day; you’re a little intrigued by the instinctive protective streak in him.

For now, though, you’re trying to figure out the tension in what he isn’t saying, not what he isn’t doing. You think over his words for only a second before you get it, all of it clicking into place, a puzzle that fits until it’s a picture you can understand.

“Maybe now’s not the best time,” you say, half-incoherent through your throat and sinuses and emotion and everything else, “but maybe we could think about living closer. Like— together.” His arms automatically tighten around you, his face coming down to bury in his hair. “If you wanted. When I’m feeling better.”

“I’ll move in right now if you want,” Adrian answers immediately. “I’ll— Are you sure? You sure you’re not, like, fucked up on cold medicine? Do you know what you’re saying? What year is—”

“Adrian,” you laugh, even though it makes your chest tight. You can’t help it; it just happens, even through your sickness. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You push your face closer into his shoulder. “It’ll make it easier next time one of us’s sick.”

“So much easier,” Adrian insists. Without missing a beat, he ducks down to scoop you up. It’s so effortless for him, it’s as though you weigh nothing at all; you’re standing, and then you’re airborne, swept up in his arms. “Plus, then we can, like, hang out. We can hang out all the time. And we can— We can watch TV together! And movies! And we can make dinner together, and learn to, like— I don’t know, we can have— hobbies, and go places on the weekend, and decorate together, and I can—” He sets you down in bed again, his monologue broken for a moment when he presses a kiss to your overheated forehead. “—Yikes, you’re hot— and we can get a dog, maybe, or something like a— I don’t know, something cool, like a— house horse or something— And I can see you all the time and I’ll wake up every morning and you’ll be here with me.”

Adrian collapses down in bed beside you, at the end of it all, and you automatically turn towards him, seeking his comfort. You feel cold, even though you know you’re warm; his skin is so nice against yours, and you push for more of it, shoving pieces of his uniform out of the side to get at more of his flesh, desperate for the comfort of him, to feel better.

“As long as you’re sure,” Adrian adds, at the end of it all.

“I’m sure,” you tell him, already halfway back to sleeping.

“Oh, man, I should probably, like— do something,” Adrian says. Before you can ask what he actually means by that, he says, “Do you want soup, or something? I can make chicken, or—”

“Stop,” you tell him, your weak stomach turning at the thought of eating something right now.

He sees the color drain from your face and pulls you back in to rest against him, your head on his chest, ear over his heart.

“Maybe later,” he allows. “I’ll get you some water, though, maybe? Or I can help you change your clothes, or get you comfy. Want me to plug in your phone? Or bring you to the living room, and then you can watch the TV in there if you wanted, or if you wanted to take a shower, maybe, or a bath—” He stops himself, then. After a beat where he seems to think so loudly you can hear the gears turning in his head, he asks, “What do you want, though?”

You’re already most of the way back into what you want, right now. Half-asleep, you tell him, “I just wanna rest a little while,” muffled by his chest. You yawn, jaw cracking, the soft material of his undershirt shifting beneath your face as you do. “I want you.” Tightening your fingers around him, you ask, “Would you—”

“Yes, yeah, obviously,” Adrian answers, before your question is even finished. “I’ll be right here. Whole time, not going anywhere.” He kisses the top of your head. “You get some sleep. Your body needs it, you rest. I’ll keep an eye out for you. On you. Keep an eye on you.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, exhausted. You can feel some stirring sort of excitement in the back of your chest, something that’ll probably come into full bloom once you’re healthy and coherent and awake enough to process that the two of you are going to be moving in together. “Can I have a hug?”

Adrian huffs an amused little laugh that sounds so impossibly fond that you want to melt inside of it. You can’t help loving him, hearing the love in his voice.

“Of course you can,” he says. He tugs you in tighter, arms wrapping closer around you, holding you near to his chest. “How’s that? That better?”

It’s so nice. It’s so nice, and so comforting, and you feel so much better— in your heart, and mind, and soul, if not in your body— and you can’t help the next words falling out of your mouth. It feels like he loves you, and you know that you love him, so you murmur, “Lots better. Thanks. Love you.”

Beneath your ear, Adrian’s heart starts speeding up impossibly quickly, faster and faster, thudding harder and harder. You’re already falling back asleep; you’re not coherent enough to realize what’s happening, or even what you’ve said to him.

“What?” he asks, but you’re completely unconscious again. Your head on his chest, eyes closed, breath evening out though it rasps through your tight chest and throat.

Belatedly, he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He doesn’t know if you know what you’ve said, or if you mean it, but— it feels like you do. It does. And he realizes, then, the words that match the feelings he’s been feeling this entire time: he loves you, too.

You’re fast asleep, and you don’t hear him, but he says, voice half-hushed, grinning, “I love you, too,” and tightens his grip on you, kissing the top of your head again, keeping you held close.

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bippot · 2 months

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Oooo an idea came to me!!

If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent civilian!reader where Adrian finds out a girl has been kidnapped, and he goes to find and save her during his Vigilante rounds. He barges into where she’s being held, kills every single person in the room besides a terrified and shaking Y/n, and then he frees her and is just like, (gleefully) “Okay! You’re free to go!!😊😊”, and honestly Y/n is still terrified and in shock, and is just clinging to him with wide eyes. I think he wouldn’t fully understand what’s wrong with her, not understanding why she’s so shaken up and isn’t all excited about him saving her (poor girl is too much in shock from what happened to her and also it was traumatic seeing Vig taking out all the bad guys😅), so he brings her to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying her in like, “Hey guys!! I saved this girl and she’s all frozen and I don’t know why??” John would probably be like, “Dude?? She’s in shock” and he’d be like, “Oh🤔”. Anyways, the team take care of her wounds, and let her stay and heal. Adrian takes the most care of her, much to the surprise of the team, and he’s just super gentle with her and she feels super safe with him🥺

Summary: Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl.

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Caretaking, Fluff, Sleepovers, First Meetings, Minor Injuries

(Peacemaker taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt , @adriansboyfriend)

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Y/N had no idea where she was. She didn't know how she got here. Nor what day it was. She was just somewhere, completely alone and still in her work clothes - surely that meant she was taken either on her way to her job or coming from there - and she couldn't remember anything relating to how or why she was kidnapped.

There was a blip. An unnatural one. Why didn't she have that in her memory? Was it traumatic and her brain was protecting her by drawing a blank, and would probing further cause some sort of breakdown that she'd never return from? Or had she come into contact with someone or some sort of gas or drugs that had the ability to wipe her brain?

Had she been kidnapped by Will Smith and the rest of the Men in Black? She had no way of knowing.

It was cold and dark and quiet. Nobody had come to check if she was still alive or provided food. All Y/N could do was huddle with her knees tucked into her chest and hope that something was going to happen, even the slightest noise that would help piece something - anything, anything at all - together.

Who knows how she waited, how long she shivered until a noise happened. A loud bang rang out then something or someone hit the ground. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Each time louder, more solid, closer.

A loud screeching sound came next as a door swung open and finally let some light in through the narrow doorway. It was enough for Y/N to make out one figure moving through the door frame. It was a faceless man, though she only assumed that it was a man by the grunt he let out when his toe caught a patch of uneven ground, and he held out his hand to her.

"Jesus fuck! You okay? You look seriously not okay. What's up?" He asked, his voice far too casual for the situation they were in. Y/N took his hand without thinking and let him haul her upwards.

Her body trembled and every joint hurt when she stood but she didn't complain, because right now he seemed willing to help her - whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.

"My name is - " she started, but the man interrupted before she could say any more.

"Wait, hold on," he said, grabbing one arm while he used his other hand to fumble around in his pockets. After what felt like forever, his hands pulled out a lighter, lit it, and threw it onto a pile of documents that was lying in a bundle next to a nearby table. "Use that for warmth. You're fucking freezing, dude."

The fire was warm, as fire tends to be, so she did as he said and crouched down in front of it, trying to keep her teeth from chattering with extreme effort.

"I know who you are, bt-dubz." The man said with an amused tone, sitting down on the table, his legs swinging like a child. "Mayor's daughter, right?"

She nodded silently.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Vigilante. I'm here to help."

Vigilante. Yeah, she'd heard of him. Surely everyone in the Washington area had heard of this guy.

With her hands a little warmer, Y/N finally looked around and saw that she'd been held hostage in a small shipping container that clearly had a camera somewhere in the corner because a live feed was playing on a screen on the other side of the room. There were also multiple dead bodies strewn about, presumably these were the guys who kidnapped her, and puddles of blood all over the place.

"Are they all dead?" She croaked out eventually, looking back at Vigilante with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Yep."

"Oh."

Almost as a stroke of irony, a pair of bad guys that had managed to hide from the original onslaught came into the room with their guns pointed directly at the scared, shivering girl. Y/N moved as fast as her trembling muscles allowed and hid behind Vigilante, pressing herself against him so hard that he grunted in surprise.

After giving them a playful wave, Vigilante shot them just as the more confident of the two guys was about to speak up. They tumbled to the ground in a heap before they'd even had a chance to defend themselves. Vigilante turned and gave Y/N a thumbs up like this was a totally normal thing to do and witness, and was a little surprised that she'd buried her face in the back of his armour and hadn't seen his awesome gun skills.

"No need to get scared." He said gently. "You've got me to protect you now and I'm super cool."

She lifted her head just enough to catch sight of his concerned eyes before burying her face in the back of his armour once again. He turned to face her and was immediately engulfed in a hug as Y/N clung onto him. His arms wrapped around her almost reflexively in response to her action, though he wasn't even sure he really understood why she was hugging him. But he wasn't about to protest.

It was nice. Comforting, in fact. In some weird way, being held like this made him feel far more heroic than beating the bad guys up ever could have. It made him feel like a true superhero.

Did Superman feel like this?

"Let's get you out of here, huh? Me and my pals have been looking all over for you," Vigilante told her as they walked out of the shipping container, his arm around her waist to help her walk. She'd been sitting for at least a week straight. She was tired, starving, freezing, weak, bruised and had no recollection of exactly what had happened to her so any help she was offered, Y/N was going to take.

They got back to his car in no time. Vigilante opened the door for her, held her hand until she was securely inside the Vigilante-mobile, and secured her seat belt for her. "I don't know if that was patronising of me? Was it?" he mumbled sheepishly as he slid into the driver's seat.

"No. No. Thank you for helping me," Y/N said softly.

As he was backing out of where he was parked, his palm rested on the back of her headrest and he peered out the rear view window, and in doing so, he caught a glimpse of the meatball sub and bag of Lays that he'd packed for his late night patrol meal and left on his backseat. Once the driving manoeuvre had been completed, he was reaching for this meal and handing it to the hungry girl.

"Do you like meatballs?"

"I'm a vegetarian but I'm so hungry that I don't actually give a shit right now."

"Fuckin eat up, then," he laughed as Y/N dug into the package and devoured it. She wanted to be polite and have manners, just as she'd been taught to have all of her life, but she was so hungry, she forgot every single rule and etiquette lesson, and simply went for it. Vigilante didn't seem to mind, he just watched her with a smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry," she said between bites, taking another bite before speaking. "I don't usually eat like a pig, I swear!" She continued, swallowing quickly. Her hands flew up to her mouth to cover up the last bit of her chewing and he smiled at her in amusement.

"It's kinda hot actually. Is that weird? That sounds weird, right?" He joked and she smiled shyly at him, shaking her head and laughing despite herself. He was funny and cute in a slightly goofy kind of way, yet Y/N found herself feeling a little more at ease. Not completely. It would take more than a few jokes and a hasty meal for her to feel completely safe, but maybe having him around would make it a little easier.

Harcourt and the rest of the 11th Street Kids weren't expecting Vigilante to arrive with the girl they had all been tasked to save for the past week at 10pm on a Monday. But, he had. Obviously, they didn't know that the girl clinging to Vigilante's arm as he walked in was the Mayor's daughter and not some random civilian that he was bringing into their super secret HQ. Adebayo, Economos and Harcourt all stared in disbelief.

"Who the fuck is that?" Harcourt barked, her hands on her hips and annoyance in every line of her body. Thanks to how aggressive she sounded, Y/N hid behind Vigilante's shoulder.

"This is my boss, no need to worry," he soothed, looking back at her before turning towards his friends again. "Hi guys, this is Y/N, you know, the girl we're looking for. I found her!"

The others looked sceptical at first. Then Y/N raised her head enough that they got a look at her face and gave them a little wave, and there was no doubt - none at all - that this was the rich kid they'd been tasked to find. They'd seen pictures of her. In all of those, though, her hair was styled and not like a bird's nest, she had make up on her face and there weren't splotches of dirt and bruises everywhere, she wore fashionable outfits rather than a ragged painter's overalls.

"Where's Peace?" Adrian asked, scanning the room for his buddy while everyone else tried to digest the information he'd provided them with. He whispered to Y/N over his shoulder, "Peacemaker is really cool. I think you'd like him, not as much as you like me of course, but he's, like, the coolest dude out there," and she just nodded along, still hiding in a daze.

"Let me get this straight - "

Leota couldn't help it. She joked, "Ew, straights."

"Adebayo, please." Leota put her hands up in surrender even though she thought it was funny. "You found the Mayor's daughter -"

"Her name is Y/N," he interrupted.

"I fucking know her name is Y/N, Adrian! We've been searching for her for days and had literally no leads, yet you just found her -" Harcourt clicked her fingers. "Just like that?!"

A sense of cockiness entered his brain. Had it been an accident that he came across a bunch of sketchy looking guys that happened to have the exact person he was supposed to be looking for? Maybe... Yes. It definitely was. Was he going to admit to that? Hell no.

"Just like that," he cheered back smugly, ignoring Harcourt's outburst altogether and putting his hand on the small of Y/N's back to steer her in front of him. He noticed that she was still shaking like a leaf, and brushed his hand up and down her arm in an attempt to warm her up. "You cold? I'm sure I've got a sweater here somewhere."

"No, I'm not cold."

"You're shaking?"

"She's in shock, asshole," Economos pointed out from one side of the room while slouched against his desk and messaged Waller about this new development on his laptop.

Adrian scanned his brain to figure out what the hell to do when someone is in shock. He knew about physical shock - lay the person down, elevate the legs and feet slightly and keep them as still as possible - but, yeah, emotional stuff had never been his forte.

"Do you wanna another hug?" he offered quietly, truly only loud enough for Y/N to hear him. Y/N didn't reply verbally, she just attached herself to his side instantly and allowed him to wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close to his chest.

Everyone else in the room was stunned once again. Adrian had shocked them twice that night. He'd completed their mission all by himself and now he was acting softly towards a woman he'd met hours before. It was surreal, to say the least.

"You're going to be fine," Vigilante reassured Y/N, who seemed to visibly relax at these words from her saviour. "We'll be able to get you home and all cleaned up soon. You're gonna be just fine. Everything's gonna be okay," he repeated in her ear, and Y/N believed him wholeheartedly.

She would be fine. If he thought she would be, she would be.

John cleared his throat to get their attention. "Waller has instructed us to keep you here tonight, under watch because the forgetfulness gas they dosed her with is known to have side effects, so we can ensure your safety before your father gets here from Baltimore tomorrow morning," he informed the pair standing in front of him.

Y/N swallowed hard. Baltimore was around an hour away. That wasn't that long of a drive. It was doable, especially cause the roads were quiet this time of night. No, Y/N's father thought that this wasn't that big of a deal, clearly, which shouldn't have been as surprising as it was to her.

Dance recitals. Parent teacher meetings. Kidnappings. She'd been by herself for all of them. Well, Vigilante had been there to help her out with one of those.

"Is there a shower here?" Y/N asked as she glanced around the room nervously.

"No, there isn't," Harcourt told her. "Sorry."

"Oh, okay."

The poor girl sounded so defeated. She'd been through so much already and she was stuck in gross, dirty clothes in a room with people she didn't know. Of course Vigilante took pity on her.

"My apartment is five minutes away. I have a shower and I'll give you some clothes. That's okay, right, Harcourt?" He looked over at Harcourt hopefully. "Just so Y/N can clean up a bit?"

Harcourt sighed loudly. What she was about to offer wasn't out of the goodness of her heart. Vigilante was obviously enamoured by Y/N and would be really annoying if anyone took over her care, Emilia knew that with 100% certainty, so why not let him do everything and get a few hours of sleep. It was a win win.

"I'll do you one better: if you keep an eye on her, she can stay at your apartment till morning. Sound good?"

"Sounds really good to me. What do you think, Y/N?"

"Uh... Yeah, thank you so much! I don't want to impose-"

"Fuckin too polite, that's what you are," Vigilante fondly teased, his palm rubbing circles on Y/N's lower back. "It's settled! We're having a slumber party!"

The corners of Y/N lips turned up into a little smile. A slumber party with a masked hero? Why not? Life is short and he was nice to be around. It was a perfect idea.

After a week of solitary confinement and sensory deprivation, yeah, she deserved a night of fun.

So, once Vigilante had promised that he'd have her back by 9 am, they were making the 5 minute journey to his apartment. The place itself was a weird mix of 'I'm a typical single guy living alone so I have an xbox, a TV, gym equipment, a microwave, a broken bed, and a beat up couch that I bought of Craigslist' with a few family photos and a display case of childhood trophies that were clearly from two very different children - one was mostly for creative writing and a fair few participation ones while the other was every sport under the sun.

Y/N was guided into the bathroom, which was surprisingly neat - well, it's hard not to be when you have not much stuff - and was shown where everything was. Towels. The 5 litre jug of 2 in 1 hair and body wash. He'd gotten a packaged toothbrush and placed it right next to his thoroughly squished and twisted toothpaste. He'd plonked down the tube of Arnica for her bruises, and even offered to rub the cream in for her after her shower if she needed him to.

Did she need him to? Physically, no. Mentally, yes. It was a sweet moment of being cared for. There was no way it could last forever, but it felt pretty damn nice. So Y/N said yes.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, Y/N watched as Vigilante - who still kept his mask on despite the fact she'd seen his family photos and could pick him out of a line up based on them - was so gentle as he thumbed the Arnica into a bruise on her cheek.

"I don't get to do this often."

"Hmm...?"

"Patch someone else up. I'm usually using this stuff on myself. It's nice - I mean, not the fact that you've got these bruises, that's not nice. That's not nice at all - but, I don't know, I know it sucks having to do this for yourself and I didn't want you to have to go through that on your own. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," she murmured. "Thank you. For caring. About me."

He chuckled, "It's easy to," and had no idea that he'd said something incredibly sweet. Y/N's eyes became a little misty, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She sniffled and wiped them away as he moved to get her some pj's.

They stayed silent for the longest time after that and the atmosphere between them had shifted. It wasn't awkward or tense, per say. But it felt intimate in a way that was foreign to the both of them. Adrian felt delirious from how happy he was, how excited he was to have Y/N around him, and felt reckless. So, he did something totally out of character for him.

"Do you think it would be weird if I took my mask off?" he inquired, his voice taking on a rather shy tone. "Like, would that freak you out? I thought we could watch a movie and I usually eat popcorn and... y'know."

"If you're comfortable with it, yeah. I mean, I know what you look like already."

"You do!?"

She gestured to one of the family pictures on the wall. "The one in teal, right?" Y/N pointed to the younger boy in the image - a goofy, gangly looking teenager with a power ranger on his shirt - and even if he had tried to lie, his face gave it away.

His fingers found the edge of his mask and he pulled it off without a second thought, revealing his face for Y/N to actually see properly. His hair was a mess but it was cute messy and he had this huge grin plastered across his face, looking absolutely manic but so endearing.

"What movie do you wanna watch?"

Stunned, Y/N didn't answer. She couldn't. He was too pretty. Way too pretty. Her mouth went dry and all thoughts left her brain. She stared at him and he just looked at her, waiting for an answer, his cheeks tinged with colour as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. She hated his mask now, she decided, because it was a crime to cover such beauty.

"Are you going back into shock?"

"No, you're just pretty," Y/N admitted quietly, a nervous smile gracing her features.

"Me?"

It was like electricity passed between them as the words slipped from his lips and it caused Y/N's chest to tighten.

"Yeah."

Bashfulness overtook him as he averted his gaze to the floor sheepishly. "Thanks, I guess." He paused for a brief second before returning his gaze to hers. "You're pretty too."

Really badly.

He wanted to kiss her but knew he shouldn't. Not right now, that wasn't appropriate. Maybe later. Who knows? But he definitely wanted to kiss her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This isn't... you're in a vulnerable state, I shouldn't be flirting with you."

Like, super bad.

Oh, wait. Superbad. That would be a great, easygoing movie to watch.

"Let me go get changed and get my laptop. I'll be right back," he quickly excused himself.

While Y/N waited for him, she got into the pj's he'd provided and ventured into his bedroom. There weren't many personal items inside. A lot of comic books, a couple of CDs and figurines, some posters - she recognised the obvious (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman) but there were some hand drawn ones that were superheroes that he'd come up with - and an old Teddy bear.

Picking up the bear, Y/N smiled. It was small and brown and missing an eye but had clearly been very loved. She ran her thumb along the worn fabric of the fur, a warm feeling spreading throughout her chest, and sat on his bed with it on her lap.

Vigilante re-entered the room wearing some sweatpants with a tank top. Once he saw Y/N sitting down and holding his bear, his face contorted into one of surprise. He opened his mouth to say something, probably a dumb ass comment, but closed it once Y/N looked up at him so softly and innocently that whatever he was going to say was wiped from his mind.

"What's their name?" Y/N nodded towards the bear.

"His name is Bagel."

"Bagel?" she repeated, amusement coating every letter.

"Yeah, cause he's the same shade of brown as a bagel, duh."

"Duh!" Y/N laughed quietly, clutching Bagel close to her as Adrian sat beside her and started scrolling through Netflix to find the movie he wanted.

Soon, they were shoulder to shoulder watching the movie together whilst Y/N snuggled up closely against Adrian's side, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder as she cuddled both his arm and the Teddy to her chest. Adrian rested his head lightly on top of hers, enjoying the comfort he received from her presence and the warmth of her body pressed against his.

In that moment, all of his worries and problems were wiped away, and was replaced with complete contentment.

None of the side effects of the forgetfulness gas had made an appearance, which was lucky, and they both fell asleep before the movie ended. Neither woke up until morning rolled around. They slept soundly and peacefully through the night, wrapped tightly in each other's arms with Bagel lying snugly between them.

9 am arrived and they were prepared for everything - they had a solid 8 hours, breakfast, brushed their teeth, a fresh outfit on, every step in their normal morning routine - but the one thing they hadn't accounted for was leaving each other.

They'd only known each other for around 12 hours but it definitely had made an impression on them. Their interactions had been casual yet deep, meaningful yet lighthearted, and extremely tender. They had a connection that was different than they had expected, different than any relationship they had ever had before. It was strange and new and wonderful, and they didn't want it to end.

"Can I, uh, can I see your phone?" Y/N asked, a hesitant lilt to her voice.

"Yeah, the password is 1981."

Within seconds, Y/N was putting her number into his phone and sending herself a text message before handing it back to him. "We could have another slumber party if you'd like? Text me when you're free.”

"That'd be cool. I mean, I'd love that," Adrian responded, still staring down at where their fingertips touched. He glanced up, meeting Y/N's gaze for a moment before looking back down at his phone, a shy smile curling his lips upwards.

Before he second guessed himself, he moved in to press a sweet kiss on her cheek.

It may have been goodbye for now, but that was only temporary.

They'd have many more slumber parties in the future, many more nights spent curled up against each other with soft smiles playing on their lips. Eventually, many more kisses, many more hugs, many more of less PG things, many more of everything.

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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notes: a request from @redeemer46 'some down and dirty Alucard smut would be equally appreciated. One shot if you have the time.' My love for fangs really jumped out in this one AHAHA and I'm glad to have the chance to write a chase scene with him - who would pass up the opportunity to be disadvantaged in a chase with a vampire? Not me <3

pairing: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader

word count: 5.7k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, fang kink, hand kink, praise kink, riding, missionary

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A chase through the castle

The idea had originally come from a friendly competition between the two of you. Both of you had left to forage together that day but had been caught in the rain, having to run back through the trees as the heavens opened up above you.

“Race you there!” You had called with a playful grin before sprinting out of the treeline and towards the castle steps. You had pushed the door open and held it there while Alucard stepped in after you, making you scowl at him. “You didn’t even try!” You protested.

“No, you just won.” He replied with a little smirk and the flash of his fangs made your heart soar. Alucard, no, Adrian – you were still getting used to using his name as opposed to his title, something he had insisted you do after you remained with him at Dracula’s Castle and the Belmont Hold to help him mourn – had confided in you that he was insecure of his smile for the fangs that reminded him of the man he came from: Vlad Dracula Tepes. You had pushed his hair away from his face in the light of the fireplace and told him how you adored his smile all the more for his fangs. He had not fallen victim to the oppressive power that many of half his race came to abuse, he had used his vampiric abilities in a heart-shattering fight to protect humanity. Likewise, he was not prone to the selfishness of the other half of his race and had killed his own father to prevent a genocide. He was the best of the two worlds he came from and his fangs were a reminder of that, not a testimony to his father’s cruelty. You had been wiping tears from his golden eyes shortly after those words tumbled from your mouth.

It wasn’t too difficult for him to see your feelings for him after such a heartfelt confession of how you viewed him. You felt beyond blessed to find out that he returned them.

“I want a serious race next time!” You poked his chest as the doors closed behind the two of you – would you ever get used to the castle’s mysterious balance of science and magic?

“You would lose every time in a serious race.” He quipped, heading for the stairs, and you frowned as you followed him towards the kitchen.

“I might just surprise you.” You threw back, tilting your chin upwards.

“We shall see.” He hummed and you could tell he was trying to dismiss your claim.

“Indeed, we shall.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That evening, after a long day of boarding up shattered windows in the castle and after the two of you worked together to make dinner, Alucard had insisted on doing the dishes and you decided to run him a bath. You poured a soothing lavender oil into the hot water and lit various candles around the room, casting the bathroom in a warm glow. By the time Adrian entered the bedroom that the two of you had come to share in the past few weeks, everything was prepared for him and you insisted on sitting on a stool behind the copper tub to lather his golden hair in a honey-scented soap. Your hands worked the muscles of his neck, shoulders and upper arms, soothing out any knots and watching his body melt further into the hot water in relaxation. You left him to enjoy the remaining heat, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead as you announced you would be getting changed for bed.

It’s not a complete lie. You thought as you hung up your clothes from that day and slipped on a sheer white nightdress that hugged your breasts and flowed freely around the rest of your body. The straps over your shoulders tied together with ribbons in little bows, slits in the lace-cuffed sleeves revealing your shoulders and the neckline dipped low over your breasts. The skirt began beneath your bust and wrapped around your body once and then half way, the split in the material not revealing the skin beneath unless you were to reach into the folds of the fabric and push it open from the front. The skirt stopped just above your knee and had a dainty lace trim, much like the socks which you kept on, not wanting your feet to get cold.

A part of you was tempted to put on some alluring perfume but it would only make it easier for Adrian, who would already have many advantages, so you opted against it. You took out a note that you had hidden at the back of the desk drawer, placing it upon his pillow with a mischievous grin as you pulled the ribbon from your hair, letting your locks tumble about your face. The letter read as follows:

Dearest Adrian,

We said that we would see who would win in a serious race and I have decided to propose a more interesting offer: a chase. There are a few rules: the chase cannot leave the castle, hiding places are permitted, vampiric abilities are not prohibited but are also not to be abused. The winner decides what they would like as a prize, within reason, of course. Good luck.

–Your Y/n.

With that laid out, you ran out of the bedroom and through the corridors, up winding staircases and into a hidden passageway you had found recently in a study. You would wait here until you were sure Alucard was looking for you. There was a large grin on your face that you couldn’t bite back, no matter how hard you tried, and you sat on the floor with your back to the wall as you waited, knowing you should give it at least 10-15 minutes before assuming that the chase had begun.

You left the door to the passage just slightly ajar so that you could glimpse at the old grandfather clock on the opposite wall, keeping track of the time. You felt as though you suddenly had the impatience of a child who was being made to wait for dessert. But it would be worth it, you just knew that, regardless of who won, this would be beyond thrilling.

The time passed by and you decided that now would be appropriate to start wandering around. The waiting had only been to preserve your energy, after all.

Dracula’s castle was beautiful in your eyes. It was extravagant and gothic and imposing, much like its creator. Did it suit Alucard? Perhaps not but maybe the combination of the castle and the hold would suit him once the two of you got things running in better shape.

The doorways arched above you and there was rarely a corridor without an intricately carved ceiling, statues and paintings lining the walls, tapestries hanging from rails, heavy velvet curtains framing leaded windows. More often than not, the floors were covered in patterned carpets and you were thankful for them as it would be easier to run on carpet in just socks than it would be to run on stone or a polished wooden floor. There were the occasional bloodstains that you were dreading having to scrub out with vinegar, like you had done to so many other fabrics in this castle, or the deep stain causing you to have to throw out such finery altogether.

You kept an ear out for Adrian’s footsteps wherever you went, not wanting to just accidentally run into him and ruin the chase before it could even begin. You paused for a while to gaze out of two big French style doors which led out to a balcony, enjoying the view of the tranquil spring night. There were only a few clouds sparsely dotted across the sky that was twinkling with stars, light from a not-quite-full moon pouring in through the doors and bathing you in its silvery glow.

“Y/n, we both know I’m going to catch you!” Adrian’s voice called in the distance from your right and your face lit up with that childish grin once more as you took off in the opposite direction, your lack of shoes making you all the quieter as you traversed through the halls.

Alucard’s vampiric abilities weren’t off the table in this chase, he also had the advantage of growing up here but you were a strategic thinker and already had various ways of throwing him off.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself!” You called back before slipping behind a tapestry and pushing the hidden door behind it, silently shutting it behind you and using what you assumed had once been servant’s passages to make your way down a floor. Perfect! Now he would be looking for you in an entirely different location! You had to withhold an excited squeal as you made your way to the dance hall. The ceiling was a brilliant glass dome and the floor was decorated with various constellations that Adrian had told you all about one night. You, however, were much more interested in the harpsichord. There were many entrances to hidden passages in this room, once more you assumed for the servants who would wait on the guests of whatever dances were held here. You would play a melody, knowing that the instrument would be loud enough for Alucard to hear, and then make your way through one of the passages.

You kept the song short and sweet, knowing that it would put you at a disadvantage to not be able to hear him coming over the loud music. You shot up from the stool when you thought you had given him ample time to hear you playing before one of the doors creaked open just as you were slipping into a passage. Adrian’s golden eyes landed on you and a surge of adrenaline rushed through your body. He was dressed in loose cotton trousers and a night shirt to match, the front of it mostly unlaced to reveal his toned chest and the pink scar that slashed across it.

“You’ve been using the passageways.” He narrowed his eyes at you, both an accusation and a praise for your creativity. He hadn’t even known that you were aware of them.

“I never said they were against the rules.” You quipped back before slamming the door shut and sliding the little bolt across the door, running through the dim passageway, glad for the candles along the walls which seemed to light themselves: again, magic or science? You could never tell the difference or where the lines blurred between this place. It was easier to accept Adrian’s philosophy of them being two sides of the same coin at times like this.

Enough about self-lighting candles, you needed to plan out your route. There was a slight rush of cold air in the passage and you knew that it meant another one of the doors would have been opened somewhere. Again: he had the advantage of knowing this place better than you, he likely thought that you had no idea where you were going–

And you would let him believe that.

You quickly pivoted on your foot and began running back the way you came, unbolting the door and closing it behind you before running across the dance hall and making your way through the door that Adrian had left open. Where to now? You could head towards the library, lurk around in the shelter that the various aisles of books provided you for a while. There were various entrances and exits so it seemed like a wise choice. You could take a little breather there and continue on. What you didn’t know, though, was where all of the passage entrances were in that room. You would need to be cautious if Adrian was still roaming around between the walls.

You made your way into the library through one of the more discreet doorways, as opposed to the grand ones with a carved image of what appeared to be classic scholars engaged in debate. You let yourself finally slow to a walk, allowing yourself to catch your breath and calm down, running your fingertips silently along the spines of books on the ground floor before something felt off. You weren’t tired, so why did your footsteps sound so heavy? You paused, took five steps. Two steps. Too heavy.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you turned around and looked up to see Adrian walking upon the shelf you were running your fingers along, mere paces behind you. He held up his boots in his hand to show that he had noticed your quiet trick of foregoing shoes, flashing that gorgeous fanged smile. You let out a squeal that melted into a laugh as you hurried off, dropping to the ground to slide under a table just as a wind rushed past you in a flash of red. You spun straight around to vault back over the table and made your way out of the nearest door, fleeing down the corridor and grabbing onto door frames to swing yourself around them, taking the most nonsensical route to try and throw him off. Where had he come from? Another hidden passage most likely.

Where to next? Where wouldn’t he suspect? You bit your lip in thought as you continued running.

“No!” You exclaimed, a grin across your lips when he appeared at the end of the next corridor that you threw yourself into and you had little choice but to turn back. Think! Where could you go? You considered the lab for a moment before remembering all of the broken glass that was yet to be cleaned up with all the shattered windows having been your priority to keep out any roaming night creatures. He could have caught you by now, snatched you up in a blur of red but he wasn��t using his special abilities. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as you were. You were coming up on the end of a balcony that ran along the edge of the upper floor of a hall and there was a floor-to-ceiling window up ahead which caused the separation in the balconies.

Oh, you hoped that this didn’t end badly. No longer hearing Adrian’s running footsteps behind you, you threw yourself over the edge and caught onto the heavy curtain, quickly letting yourself down and trying to still the fabric before running across the room to hide behind a suit of armour, watching where you had just taken your little leap of faith.

Alucard skidded to a halt in the doorway before pursing his lips and turning back around, likely assuming that you had gone in a different direction. You smiled triumphantly. Where to now?

The guest room that you had originally stayed in when the four of you – you, Adrian, Trevor and Sypha – had all been living in the castle at once before the other two set off on their monster hunting honeymoon. You could catch another breather there after such an intense burst in your little chase. Just as you made your way up the stairs that would take you to the floor you had just descended from, your eyes caught a flash of gold and you turned to see Adrian standing in the doorway that you thought he had long since passed through when you last saw him.

Gasping, you burst into another sprint, beginning to feel all this running take a toll on you; this castle was big! You ran for what felt like 10 minutes, panting after running down just about every other hall you came across, before you realised you could no longer hear him behind you. When had those footsteps stopped? You spun around to look behind you but there was no one on your trail.

Then there was a light tug on your hair.

You spun around but no one was there either. This castle had always felt haunted, was that true?

Another tug.

You tilted your head back, looking up to find Alucard floating upside down above you, a lock of your hair tangled around one of his slender fingers.

“Boo.” Before you could react, he fell upon you and you were pushed to the floor under his weight, straddling your hips to pin you down. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but he merely grabbed your wrists, holding them together and pinning them to your chest with just one hand as he leaned down over you, golden hair falling around the both of you like a curtain. “I do believe I’ve won.” He smiled and you admittedly felt more thrilled than you did upset. His eyes were blown wide, pupils eclipsing his golden irises, his free hand stroking some hair away from your face as he took in your flushed appearance, panting from so much running, fuelled by the excitement of knowing he was chasing you.

“And?” You raised a brow, fully aware of the terms that you had laid down.

“And?” He raised a blonde brow in return, his expression exaggerated enough to let you know that he was teasing you before confusion was replaced with realisation, “Ah, yes, I do believe that the winner gets a prize of their choosing. Now… what do I want?” He leaned back, sitting up and tilting his head to the side in thought, biting down on his lower lip which made you want to pull him down to kiss you. “Perhaps my lover, pinned underneath me in a very appealing negligee–” His eyes fell back on you, “Oh! How convenient.”

“Just that?” You quizzed, trying to reach up to pull him down to you but to no avail with the way his hand was pinning yours down, “No activities to follow?”

“What a brilliant suggestion…” The fingertips of his freehand skimmed across the pulse in your neck, “Yes, I suppose I could think of a few.”

“You suppose?” You arched a brow, a teasing smile on your lips, chest still heaving from so much running.

“Yes…” He murmured in reply as he leaned down once more, breath fanning across your lips. Up close like this, he smelled of the lavender and honey that you had scented his bath with and it made you inhale deeply through your nose before his lips were gently pressing to yours, feeling his palm splay across your throat and then slide along your jaw before pausing over your cheek, cupping it as he kissed you with utmost tenderness and affection. You kissed him back deeply, trying to pour all of your passion that he so wholly deserved into the exchange, tongue swiping along his lower lip in a silent request. As always, you took extra care to delicately run your tongue over his sharp fangs, wanting him to love them just as much as you did.

You squirmed under him as he took more control of the kiss, wanting to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him impossibly close to your body but he still had you pinned to the ground and a big part of you certainly didn’t mind that at all, no matter what you wanted to do. You tried to free your wrists so that you might run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he loved it, however he would not release you. Instead, you reached up with your fingers and curled them into the material of his nightshirt, using it to pull him down closer to you.

“Adrian,” You sighed against his mouth, earning a soft groan in response, “I want to touch you, please.” He released your hands, not breaking the kiss as his palm lay flat against your chest instead, your hands firing up to tangle in his golden hair and gently tug at it as he continued to kiss you, pressing his weight further into your body.

Both you and Alucard had very little experience outside of what you shared together and – despite your previous fantasies of being with someone more experienced with you – you wouldn’t want it any other way. The two of you got to explore yourselves and each other together, there was little embarrassment when one of you was unsure of the other’s body – the pacing that you two had stumbled into was perfect, in your eyes.

His palm against your chest slid upwards to cup the softness of one of your breasts, causing him to moan slightly into your mouth and you couldn’t help but gasp when he began teasing one of your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your negligee. You pressed your thighs together in search of some friction to sate the ache that was pooling at your core, feeling the material of your panties stuck to your skin already. Trying to buck your hips up to hint that you wanted to get up only made your lover moan softly as his lips peppered a trail down your neck.

Typically, Adrian was very careful to not let his fangs touch your skin when he kissed you like this, but now they grazed against your skin and it sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine, air leaving your lungs in a moan. He froze for a moment, feeling his hands tense on your body and you opened your mouth to assure him that it was alright before he was kissing along your neck, fangs delicately scraping across your skin. It almost made your head feel foggy to know that those fangs were there for the sake of killing, to tear out the throats of prey like you, and yet he chose to use them to bring you pleasure instead of death.

“You would let a vampire so close to your throat?” His voice rumbled against your flesh and your hands retreated from his hair to cup his face, pulling him upwards to press a sweet kiss to his lips. He gazed down at you as you pushed golden tresses behind his ears.

“This one? Yes, I trust him with my life.” A kiss to the tip of his nose and a playful smile, “Though, perhaps not with my comfort if he intends to keep me on the floor like this.” He let out a little laugh in an exhale and a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course.” You were no longer pinned to the ground by his weight, instead he was hoisting you in his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist, a hand on the back of your head pressing your face to the crook of his neck. In a flash of red, you found yourself being pressed to the bed that the two of you had come to share as of late. Alucard wasted no time in continuing to kiss along your throat, gently nipping at your skin – not enough to break it – now that he knew you trusted him to do so. If he ever did learn to balance and embrace the two worlds that he came from, he knew that you would be the bridge to doing just that.

His lips ran across the tops of your breasts, teeth oh so carefully nipping at your collarbones until he took the ribbon of the bow at your shoulder in his teeth and pulled back, slender fingers sliding along your skin to slip under the silky material and pull back, untying it entirely. The same was repeated with the little bow on your other shoulder. It seemed as though he was determined to cover every inch of your chest in kisses as he pressed his lips to your newly revealed skin as he slid the sheer material down past your breasts.

His hands went up to cup and squeeze your soft flesh, making you moan quietly at his touch before his head dipped down once more and he was painting your skin in his hot kisses, tongue lapping at your skin every now and then before taking one of your hardened buds into his mouth and gently sucking down, making you tangle your hands in his golden hair once more, running your fingers through the long tresses to gently hold it back from his face. His one hand teased your other nipple while the other ran across your stomach, gliding over the satiny material of your dress.

His hand worked into that slit in the material and he pushed it aside, sweeping his hand under the other side of the material to push it in the other direction, revealing your pale pink panties that were now visibly damp. Alucard’s mouth skimmed over the remaining fabric that wrapped around you just under your breasts to kiss a line down your stomach, turning his head to press yet another kiss atop your thigh.

“I just want to get my mouth all over you…” He sighed, lightly nipping at one of your hips as he pushed the waistline of your panties down slightly. “Can I? Please can I?” There was a desperation to his voice and you quickly nodded your head, wanting nothing more – scratch that, actually–

“One condition!” You exclaimed, hands curling around his biceps to pull him up. Your fingers reached under his shirt and pulled it over his head, palms splaying over his chest to take in all of the definition that it had to offer. You stopped to pay particular attention to the pink scar that cut across his alabaster skin in a thick, jagged line. Your heart bled for his past, for all the pain that it held and you hoped only to steer him towards a happier future. You leaned up to press a kiss to where it began at his collarbone, following the scarred flesh with devoted lips to show him just how much you adored him. You kissed as far down as this position would allow you until hands on your sides gently eased you back down.

“I thought we agreed I would be the one getting to do that.” He spoke with a soft smile.

“I can't help myself, you’re so pretty, Adrian.” Your hands slid over his pectoral muscles – which all of his shirts happened to brilliantly show off, lucky you – and up over his slender neck, cupping his face, “So pretty…” A blush stained his cheeks and it made you smile at knowing he enjoyed the praise. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer and he responded by pressing his hips down against you, feeling his hard cock straining against his cotton leggings. The well-needed friction made you whine and his lips were attacking your skin once more, no doubt leaving a constellation of marks in his wake.

He had slid his body down to kiss a trail between your hips and you found yourself grinding down against him regardless, desperate to have him inside you. You reached down and hooked your thumbs into the pale pink fabric, intent on shoving them down your legs, but Alucard’s hands covered yours, golden eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange: ‘Let me do it.’

You brought your hands back up, letting your arms rest on either side of your head, and he slowly slid them down your legs, making you blush furiously when you saw the string of your wetness that stretched out between the soaked material and your needy cunt. The moment they were tossed aside, you hooked your leg around his hip and pushed with all your weight to send him onto his back, now straddling his hips as he had done to you when you lost your playful little chase. Your hand reached down to palm his cock through his clothes, reaching for the string keeping them up to pull on it, tugging the clothing downwards with the assistance of him lifting his hips slightly.

You bit your lip at the sight of his free cock, long and slender with such a flushed tip. Acting before you could feel shy or embarrassed, you swiped two fingers through your slit to collect some of your wetness there and then wrapped your hand around his cock, beginning to pump his length with your slickness. His head fell back against the pillows with a moan, golden hair fanned out around him as one of his hands curled into your hip. Just hearing his pleasured moans turned you on to no end and you found your patience thinning. Raising your hips up, you pressed him to your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, only stopping once you had taken all of him within you.

Your hands clenched around the material of your nightdress before you tentatively raised your hips up and snapped them back down, whimpering at the force that brought you so much pleasure and building up on that pace with more confidence, feeling Adrian’s hands cup the softness of your ass, strong arms beginning to guide you. As the coil in your abdomen began to tighten, heat pooling heavily between your thighs, you pressed your hands to his Adonis’ belt, supporting yourself as your thighs began to tremble. His hands worked into the sheer material of the negligee once more, pushing it aside and holding it there as his hands curled firmly around your hips. You adored Adrian’s hands, pale, slender fingers that remind you of a musician’s, but had yet to worked up the courage to tell him just how sexually appealing they were. A part of you was sure he already knew, especially with the way you would react to him using them on you.

With the white material of your dress pushed aside, he had a clear view of his cock slipping in and out of your drenched cunt, his mouth falling open in a moan at the sight, hips jerking up to meet yours.

“Look at how well you take me…” It seemed you were not immune to praise either as it only made you clench around him, wanting desperately to reach down and touch your clit but another part of you wanted to ride him until you came untouched. You followed the latter, bringing your hips down onto him with more force, aided by how he now snapped his hips up into you. You got off on his moans beneath you, his strong hands supporting your hips, coming around him and practically collapsing against his chest, gently grinding your hips down against him through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Capable arms wrapped around you and you found yourself on your back once more, your dhampir lover hovering over you. He peppered kisses across your face and reached up to stroke through your hair with one hand. He softly shushed you as you whimpered from the intensity of your orgasm, reaching up to run your hands along his shoulder blades when you no longer felt boneless.

“You’re so beautiful when you come for me…” He murmured against your ear and your nails raked lightly against his skin. You had said those same words to him just the other night as you accidentally tipped him into overstimulation. Had he felt the same butterflies at such praise?

His hips experimentally pulled away from yours before he thrust his cock back into you, long and slow movements making you truly feel every inch of him. You began to grind your hips into his thrusts, one hand set on his back while the other reached up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, gently tugging, knowing how much he adored when you touched his hair. You knew that getting you to a second orgasm wouldn’t take a lot and you were determined to get him to finish with you.

“You’re so good to me, my love.” You sighed, pulling him down for a heated kiss, sucking his lower lip into your mouth before swiping your tongue along his fangs, “So pretty…” His pace faltered and he dropped his head to bury it in the crook of your neck, mouth open to let out his moans against your skin and for a moment you desperately wanted for him to bite you. “Come for me, Adrian, please.” You whispered against his golden hair, the last word coming out in a whine as you felt yourself teetering on the edge and it was feeling the last few hard, erratic jerks of his hips against yours, filling you with his cum, that sent you over that edge, wrapping your legs around him to keep him impossibly close as you panted, feeling the weight of him comfortably pinning you down as he collapsed on top of you.

Both of your bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and you held him tighter when he tried to pull away from you, though you allowed him to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at you. He took a moment to gaze upon your face before sweetly kissing your forehead.

“I think that perhaps another bath is in order, for the both of us this time.” He murmured, brushing some damp hair away from your face and you gently shook your head.

“I want to rest first.” Your voice came out in a whisper and he hummed lowly before resting back against you.

“Alright, but you’ll let me clean you up after. Consider it an extension to my winner’s prize.” You could hear the smile in his voice and it only made you grin.

“That was fun.” You spoke, a hand coming up to gently comb your fingers through his hair, “I think we should do that again at some point.” You felt his thumb caress your shoulder.

“In all honesty, I thought it would be quite childish at first when I had no idea where to begin looking for you. But it did turn out to be very fun, yes.” He paused, “You won’t beat me though.”

“I didn’t use my magic this time, I won’t hold back on you next time.” You retorted, a playful pout on your lips.

“Then it would only be fair if I did the same, no?” He asked in return.

“No, it wouldn’t because I’m still a human at the end of the day and you’re a dhampir and technically the prince of fucking vampires. Cut me some slack.” Your hand massaged his scalp and you felt him laugh against your neck.

“Always something to whine about.” There was the familiar banter that you adored. “Well perhaps, during our bath, you can give me something else to whine about, my love.” You pressed a kiss to his head and he hummed in satisfaction at such a proposal.

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Day 31: Vampirism with Alucard Tepes

Warnings: yandere, dubious consent, vampire, blood, ooc Alucard

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! I wanted to do something a little spooky for Halloween, so here it is!

Your lover had warned you of his insatiable thirst for blood. He’d told you that the closer the two of you became, the more he longed to taste you. Even more so, the signs had been there. You’d ignored them. Writing it off as affection when his mouth lingered on your throat a bit too long or he held your wrist to his nose to take long, greedy sniffs. It had never occurred to you that all along Alucard was simply feeding his own desire. He’d take in the scent of your blood and relish hearing it pumping through your veins.

No, you’d trust him so implicitly it had never once occurred to you that he might lose this fight. It never crossed your mind that he might decide he deserved a taste.

Your own foolishness had gotten you into this position. Low hanging branches tear at your clothes as you run for your life. The silence of the dark night is only broken by the growling of the white wolf chasing after you. It’s glowing eyes don’t miss a single move you make through the woods.

You keep running until sudden you trip over a large tree root. Just before you hit the ground, a pair of strong arms catch you. Usually it would be a relief to find yourself in the arms of your lover, but now your heart rushes with fear. His eyes glow red as his long blond hair spills in front of his face. Your eyes are drawn to the pearly white fangs exposed through his grimaced lips. You swallow hard as you stare at them.

“Why would you run from me, darling?” Alucard pouts. “Didn’t you promise to stay with me forever?”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull away from him. Alucard squeezes you tighter, holding you flush against his chest. He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath tickle your neck.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

“Oh, my sweet lover,” he coos. “Of course I won’t hurt you. I just need to taste you.”

“But…”

“Shush, little dove. Relax,” he kisses you softly as his thumb drags across your pulsing jugular. “No, I won’t hurt you at all, my little dove. I only wish to have a drink.”

You don’t feel secure with this promise. Just minutes earlier, he had you cornered in the castle and was expressing his desire to drain every last drop of your precious blood. He’d been wild with thirst, and in a moment of sanity he’d told you to run. You had been so deep in the woods you feared yourself lost when you realized he was chasing you. Now, he’s caught you. You’re but prey ensnared in his trap.

“Adrian, please. I love you so much,” you whimper. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“It won’t hurt a bit,” he coos softly.

He pushes your skirt up around your thighs, and his long fingers toy with your slit. You try to push him away, but it’s no use. You find yourself growing weaker and weaker to his touch. He pushes your panties aside and his fingertips circle around your clit. Just as you’re starting to moan with pleasure, you feel his fangs scrape against your skin. He kisses your neck softly, but it’s just a ruse. As soon as you relax, his sharp fangs pierce your skin. You cry out, but you’re too weak to push him off of you. Alucard moans with unbridled pleasure as he begins to drink from that beautiful vein.

“Please,” you manage to squeak out.

He only moans in response. Your vision is starting to fade by the time he’s had his fill. When you lose consciousness, you’re quite sure you’ve died.

Then, you wake up the next morning tucked into the bed you’ve shared with Alucard over these last few months. His cool hand soothes gently over your cheek as he coaxes you to wake up completely. You bolt upright, and you think it was all a bad dream until you reach up and feel the bandage around you neck. There’s one around your thigh as well and one of your wrists.

“See, my darling,” his velvet voice echoes. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt. You hardly felt a thing.”

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

nine. no crime in being kind.

Summary: during your first mission for project butterfly, you're the only one that knows you've been tailed by a certain local menace to society. arguably your favourite menace to society. so you go to hang out when things get dull.

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

A/N: i know its been eight months. i have no excuse. i still think about this fic. i love vij and the reader here but they might be inconsistent idk lol. you understand, it's been a while. ANYWAYS, please let me know what you think!!

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Problems began the moment Peacemaker was handed his gun, and he realised it didn't have a Dove of Peace on it, the same way all of his personal weapons must have had.

"Get me a Dremel -" you offered in the face of Chris's rising frustration, the only one willing to tolerate his antics in this moment.

"Do I look like I have a fucking Dremel?!" He hissed back furiously, clearly not thrilled with your suggestion. Harcourt flatly offered to get a marker for him to draw one on, but Chris still didn't exactly seemed pleased with the solution; "the most important part of killing someone, at least to me, is the goddamn Dove of Peace! Can you even draw a Dove of Peace?" He demanded to know from you.

It takes you a moment to suggest pulling one right from his memories, that you could draw with one hand and hold his hand with the other to get it perfect. While he hesitates for a moment, by now he seems willing enough to trust you, which is honestly more than you got from anyone else these days.

So that's how you find yourselves while the others, the ones who 'weren't potential liabilities' got the rest of the site and it's equipment set up.

Chris lay in the grass, one hand behind his head, the other resting in the space between the two of you, while you pulled your gloves off, his sniper rifle in your lap, something jabbing your back pocket that you ignore for the time being, and the marker beside you.

Taking his hand, his life and memories rush over you. While you'd done this before with Chris, to stitch up his wounds the other day, the memories always feel fresh. There's a moment of genuine shock as the newer memories include you, wanton and breathless and stark naked between him and Vigilante, but at least his thoughts were complimentary, if incredibly vulgar. It was more that you'd never get used to seeing yourself in that situation from an outside perspective. Still, you tried to ignore those and focus on the other Doves of Peace from his weapons.

Technically you could just take the memories of the Doves no longer need to be in contact with him, but there's something about this moment, this cool afternoon and him relaxing in the sun, holding his hand and drawing a pretty decent Dove on his rifle, that would probably be very nice if you weren't all here to commit murder. Something about the way Chris was perfectly content in this moment for you to hold his hand, happy for you to have free reign on his memories and experiences, no shame and with complete trust. Even Harcourt took years to develop that kind of trust. Despite his reputation and attitude at times, you were genuinely glad to be able to call Chris your friend.

Harcourt finally joins you both when you're handing over the rifle, and Peacemaker's giving begrudging compliments about the last-minute Dove addition. It pitters off into general small-talk before Chris asks you if you've been around this area before.

"I'm usually not allowed in Washington," you mused, knowing you still had a long time to wait before the targets to arrive, "especially not this part, considering the amount of important people that live within, like, a ten mile radius of here," you gestured towards the targets' house, "Senators and stuff, you know? But isn't it beautiful -"

"I need you to be like forty percent less Disney on this stakeout," Harcourt rolled her eyes at how you'd chosen to phrase the factoid about yourself, "why are you even out here, shouldn't you be in the van with the others?"

"I hope not, there's barely room as it is," Economos's mutter comes through the line and you beam at Harcourt.

"And you're my favourite," you coo at her, voice syrupy.

"Tell us what you really think," from Harcourt's other side you hear Peacemaker's snicker.

"Seriously, Chaser, where are you meant to be- Murn," Harcourt goes back to her headset, "where is she meant to be?"

"We're literally just killing time, they're not due for hours -" You pitched yourself back against the grass with a groan.

"What do you mean you're usually not allowed in Washington?" Peacemaker speaks up, however back to the thought you'd had just a few moments ago.

"Technically," you started, looking up at the sky through the dappled leaves, "I'm not allowed anywhere that isn't Belle Reve, you know?" You huffed a strange little laugh at that, "but the rules on where I am and am not allowed to be kind of change depending on where I'm needed." Silence filled the air for several long moments, "there's lots of people in Washington; I've found a lot of people in Washington, and I don't know where they are now-"

"Okay," Harcourt says sharply, and your gaze snaps to her. From her pocket she pulls a zip-tie, and she doesn't even have to say, "go be Disney somewhere else for a bit, Cujo," for you to take it and loop it around your wrist.

It takes all of five minutes of wandering around the surrounding shrubbery for you to feel the pressure of the item you'd stuffed in your back pocket before leaving the hotel that morning.

The fucking multitool.

It was still light out, nobody was talking to you directly over the comms, it was just a little, silly thing for you to entertain yourself with, no-one would care -

Except with your glove half-off and the multitool against your hand, you could feel that it's owner, Adrian Chase - that fucking busboy, Christ if Vij ever ends up actually telling you his name you're going to have to live with the embarrassment of never having connected those dots - was much closer than you'd anticipated.

Still, considering you knew how you felt about Vij and Adrian when you believed they were different people, there was something strange about knowing they're not, especially when Vigilante clearly went to great lengths to hide his identity. You reasoned that if you could earn his trust, he'd tell you himself, and so you didn't want to know it until then, at least if you could help it.

So you take a moment to store the information of his location in your mind, which is the first step that lead you to getting the name The Chaser in the first place, and pulled your glove back on properly. Contact broken between your palm and the tool you now clutched in gloved hands, all you knew is where he was, and that it was definitely within walking distance.

"I'll be back! I'm exploring!" You hollered, and we're met with dismissive mumbles. The multitool was clutched tightly in your hand.

There's a maroon Sebring a quarter mile away that you know Vigilante has ducked down behind before you even properly see it.

"You and I both know what my powers are, Vij," you sighed after turning your mic off.

"I still want to ask how you found me," you hear, "but only because that's how this kind of dialogue usually goes."

"Chaser isn't just a vanity title," you found yourself grinning, leaning on the hood of his car. Vigilante pops up, and you like to imagine him looking miffed. You offer his multitool with a blithe smile, "you should also take this if you don't want me to be able to find you again."

"Why are you out here?" He asks slowly, taking the multitool finally. You breathe a sigh of relief, climbing to sit on the hood of his car.

"I was bored," you told him honestly, before adding, "also I almost gave that away, I know you said I should keep it but really it's in safer hands with you."

"To who?" Vigilante asks finally, and when you ask if he has any snacks instead, he offers a protein bar from the box in his back seat. He's got binoculars, and a shitty radio with the other having been stashed near the others.

"What do you mean?"

"Who did you try to give the multitool away to?" Vigilante clarifies. At that you lean back against his windscreen, scrubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms.

"I know his name," you groaned with frustration, "he told me!" You actually whined, before the idea came to you, "you're from around here aren't you?"

"I- uh-"

"At Fennel Fields, you literally bought us lunch from there the other day, starts with A, around my age, he's -" Vigilante is frozen beside you when you turn to him, his arms are crossed so tightly over his chest it looks painful, "Vij, your dick has been inside me, and I'm pretty sure you used to get off to the idea of fighting me-" he loudly spluttered protests at that, but you continued, "you are not allowed to judge me -"

"For what- why?! I'm not judging you!" He crowed, and you puffed out your cheeks for a moment.

"Seriously, you're not allowed to judge me, or tell Chris about what I'm about to say, he's already a judgemental bitch about my taste -"

"What does that even mean?"

"Don't worry about it," you blurted quickly before powering on, "the bus boy, the cute one with the face and the - don't fucking judge me, Vij - the nice hands, good handshake - Adrian!" You lit up, as the name finally found you.

"What?"

"His name is Adrian!"

A long silence follows.

"Why would you save something like that?"

"Save?"

"Like with your powers."

"He told me, and I remembered it, like a normal fucking person," then, after a long moment, you couldn't help but point out, "you sound weird, Vij," you smile slyly, "don't be jealous, you're still my favourite from around town."

"Peacemaker is-"

"I adore Chris but not only does he bully me but he also knows you're my favourite and bullies me about it."

"But I'm Peacemaker's best friend, I can't be your best friend -" Vigilante was beginning to sound distressed, and immediately you tried to assure him.

"No, dude I know, it's okay, I'm not asking you for anything, I have a best friend, it's Harcourt -"

"Is she the one who tried to veto our friendship -?"

"You called it a friendship!" You crowed with delight, "I win! We're friends!"

"Yeah, obviously," Vigilante snorted. A far more comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you opened the protein bar. Then, out of nowhere, he leans over enough to bump your shoulder with his.

"You've got a crush on a bus boy, you're so lame!"

"Oh god," you groaned, "you're not jealous, you're just a nosy bitch like Chris," you shoved him back, "and who I do or do not have a thing for is actually none of your business, Vij."

"Actually it kind of is," he sounds like he's stifling a laugh.

"Why? Has Chris said something?"

"About what?" He seems genuinely confused for the moment, but it piques your interest. Why would Vigilante feel like your feelings are his business if Chris hadn't mentioned your possible crush on him?

Still, as neither of you seem to be able to elaborate one way or the other, a comfortable silence settles between you as you sit side-by-side on the hood of his car.

"I thought you only knew how to find someone when you were in contact with a thing of theirs," Vigilante mused, inspecting his multitool carefully for a long few moments. Considering how surprisingly forthcoming you usually were about your powers and how they worked, the sudden silence he's met with actually surprises him.

When he looks to you, for the first time he can remember, there's a cold, calculating look in your eyes. It's the first time he'd felt like you came close to resembling your reputation.

"Why?" There's no humour, nothing light; he doesn't quite understand what nerve he's struck, but clearly it's an unexpected one.

"Uh," he's at a loss, momentarily fumbling for the reason he'd brought it up in the first place, while you're laser-like focus never sways from his face, "I thought you were wearing your gloves when you found me," he points out, before he looks back at the tool, "but that's what you do, right? You have to have skin contact - like, your hand has to have skin contact with the thing of whoever you're chasing down, and then you know them and you kill them," his frown grows deeper as he considers how you'd arrived, muttering to himself, "that can't be right..."

"You're very observant." Your voice has that strange, cool tone, and there's sirens going off in the back of his head that he's in immediate danger. He can feel his tool belt heavy on his hips, wondering if he'd be fast enough to stop you if you sprang at him. But you're too close, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the hood of his Sebring; if you attacked, he can't trust that you don't have some form of plan, some kind of weapon or training assistance in your pockets. There's a moment when he wonders if this is where he dies.

"You know the owner of whatever you touch, right? And their position and the thing's whole history and whatever, you know that while you're in contact with it, right?" He tries to keep his tone light, like he can't see the way your pupils have grown dark and wide and searching.

"Right," you say slowly.

"Well parts... Parts of this conversation, I don't think would make sense if you knew that much about me," he admits easily, leaning back on his elbows, repositioning himself to appear more casual while his taser became more easily accessible.

"And...?"

"I won't tell, you know?" He shoots for casual, and angles his head just a little further towards you, enough to see your eyebrows slowly rise, "that you like me so much you wanna know my location forever. You saved it, and you're embarrassed that I figured out how much you like me." He's spelled it out. Stated in no undercertain terms. Sure, he dressed it up in something light and teasing, but you both knew now that he knew that you could retain more than just memories; that much, he concluded, wasn't information you were quick to broadcast.

Despite his teasing, light tone, he watches the way your expression shifts. His fingers twitch towards his toolbelt in anticipation; if you were going to kill him, now would be the time.

Your expression, however, slides from cold, to genuine surprise, to uncharacteristically thoughtful, before you scrunch up your whole face with a bashful smile.

"I can give it back," you tell him, expression still squished, eyes still closed like you don't want to look at him, to see him looking at you, "I should have given it back before I gave the tool back to you, I'm sorry," your expression smooths out, eyes opening with something faintly exasperated and apologetic as you look at him, "it's weird, I must seem so weird, I'm sorry, I can -"

"Why didn't you?" It's not accusatory, he's genuinely enquiring. Your rambling stops, and you give a little half-smile, as if there's some kind of joke he's not privy to.

"I think there's something I don't want to know about you."

"That you got from my little, tool thing?" At his question, you nodded, still wearing that smile, "but you knew who I was when you held it?" Another nod from you, "but you didn't think that was important to save, like, all things considered?"

After a very long moment, you took a deep breath, looking over your other shoulder to the woods from which you'd emerged. Vigilante sits back up, resting his elbows on his knees, reasonably sure you weren't going to attack him.

"You're okay with knowing my location at all times, but don't think it'd be important to know my name?"

"I can give it back," you insisted again, still not looking at him. This time, however, you offer a hand towards him. For a long moment, he looks at your open, gloved hand, and frowns.

"If you don't want to know about me, you should give it back," he sounds almost sulky as he rummaged through his pocket for the tool.

"I didn't think it'd be as damning as your name," you admitted lightly, turning to look at him, amused.

"Well you'll probably be able to figure out where I work, where I live, where I patrol -" he's sounding grumpier by the second as he practically slams the tool into your waiting hand, still rambling, "Google maps is free, it's not a very big town, and I can't control what you do with your days off -"

"I wouldn't stalk you!" The way you laughed made it sound like you found the very notion absurd.

"So even if you do have the means to find out who I am, you won't even bother?"

"I'm sorry," you scoffed, "are you offended right now?" Removing your glove you both fall silent as your fingers close around the multitool. Vigilante immediately stiffens beside you, gaze snapping to your face, only to see your eyes squeezed shut, expression reading almost embarrassed.

"Ah, fuck, take it, I'm an idiot -" you tell him after barely a moment, taking the tool with your gloved hand, holding it out. Eyes still closed, you appear to be wincing.

"What just happened?" He asks, clearly confused.

"I probably found the thing I didn't want to know," you cracked your eyes open, expression still a little pained, "which was probably reliving me trying to awkwardly give it away as a tip to that poor busboy in excruciating detail, the way my powers like to show everything."

"What?"

How- why- surely you knew he was that busboy, right?! You'd just been in contact with his multitool, you must know he's Adrian Chase, that very same busboy, who's definitely taken that very tool to work in his back pocket at least three times before -

Granted, Adrian knows he's not the best at reading people in situations like this, but he's pretty sure that if you were operating with the knowledge of who exactly he was, you wouldn't be reacting like this.

"Seriously," you wave the tool at him a little more insistently, "it doesn't take me long to give back things like that, you can go and get lost if you want, and I'd never be able to find you," you hesitated for a moment, "well, not using my power. There's still conventional methods, you know?" After another moment of deliberation you add, "but they haven't caught you yet!"

Vigilante takes the multitool, quickly stashing it back in his pocket.

"So you've had the ability to know my secret identity ever since we first met, pretty much, and you haven't even bothered?" Again, he sounds strangely offended.

"I didn't think you'd want me to?" You frown, confused.

"I don't, but still!"

"I wouldn't violate your boundaries just because I can!" And while Vigilante babbled out half-protests, clearly having not thought about it from that angle, you sit back, "and learning your secret identity with my powers would just cause so many issues I don't want to deal with now," you continue talking, listing off the issues without giving him a chance to interject; "one, you're my friend and this would mean you'd probably never trust me again, which would be a bummer and a half, two, I'd have zero plausible deniability, not that anyone's asking me to identify you in a line-up, but like, in our line of work, if I knew who you were and I saw you on the street and had even a slight reaction, that could be bad, and three," you sighed, taking a moment to breath, "interacting with you, knowing your identity, and knowing you didn't want me to know it, that kind of unbalanced dynamic in a friendship it feels like -" you searched for the word, but Vigilante cut in, tone surprisingly understanding.

"Meta-gaming."

After a beat of silence, you frown and remind him you don't play videogames. Laughing, he shakes his head, tone having brightened considerably.

"No, it's from- well, I know it from D&D, but I think it's a thing in most tabletop role playing games like that; like say our group, in the game, has split up, and my character's in a tavern hitting on some hot elf, and then we have to focus on some of the other characters, who have just found out from someone else in the bar that the hot elf is here to see her half-elf son, and they put two and two together and realise she's my estranged mom or something, and I, as the player, have heard all this because the entire group of players is sitting around my friend Alec's table in his basement, but my half-elf character wouldn't be aware of this development. I can't just be all like 'ew gross you're my mom' in character, because my character wasn't with their characters in the game when they found out. I'd be operating on information I logically shouldn't know; meta-gaming." He shrugged for a moment, looking out ahead and stretching, seemingly pleased with the surprisingly fitting explanation, "I don't know, I get it can be hard to not meta-game when you have the information and can't get rid of it, and maybe some people feel more powerful or secure or whatever having that information, but I don't think it's as satisfying for my character, you know?"

"I know -" you say, quietly.

"There's no -" and he's halfway through his next sentence before he'd registered what you'd said, and it finally hits him as his final words trail off - "... fun in that."

"Exactly," and you're wearing this soft, gentle smile as you look at him, and he can't quite believe it's taken him this long for it to actually make sense.

"You haven't been doing a bit; you - Chaser, Y/N - you like me as a person. You like being around me." His bluntness leaves you flustered, but you try to laugh it off, having though that you'd made as much clear already. He still seems to be in shock from this revelation, however - "you don't benefit from being close to me, I've straight up admitted to fantasizing about killing you for years, you... want to be my friend," he paused, "like normal people do." His tone was soft but otherwise unreadable, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"Sorry, I know all things considered, that's probably really weird, and like, borderline impossible," you admit with a self-conscious laugh.

"All things considered, you're putting in a lot of effort," Vigilante hesitates, "more than I realised." Then, "you're good at being a friend, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'm good at everything," you answer automatically, sounding like your mind is far away, quoting someone else, "that's the point of me." After a moment, you seem to come back to yourself, and give him a smile, "but I'm trying, so thanks."

And neither of you quite knows where to go from there. There's so much more you want to say, but again, all things considered, there's no way it'd be the right time to bring any of it up. It's too early in the friendship for anything more. Yet. Hopefully.

You know you should head back. Your comms have been blinking a red light at you for the past three minutes, if you didn't answer soon, Harcourt would probably send Economos or Adebayo out looking for you, and you didn't want to get Vigilante caught.

So, you jumped from the hood of his car, stretching, breaking the moment.

"Cool, just came by to drop off the multitool, I should head back," you announce nonchalantly, leaving Vigilante to catch up on the mood shift.

"Uh, okay, sure -" he nods, "be, uh, safe or whatever? Good luck?"

You're already headed back the way you came, and you throw a wave over your shoulder as you click your comms back to life -

"- five-to-one odds she's dead somewhere, probably roadkill," is the first thing you hear, from Peacemaker of all people.

"I'll take those odds," Economos snipes back, and you debate whether or not to pipe up, or stay quiet and see if John could make some money off of Chris and his bullshit about you. Ultimately, however, you knew you had to interject.

"I appreciate the show of support, John," you answered cheerfully, which only ignited everyone else in the chat, berating you on being gone with your comms off for at least fifteen minutes.

"I'm sending Economos to come and get you," Harcourt sounded less than pleased, once the outrage had died down, despite John's protests -

"Why me?!"

Glancing over your shoulder, you knew it would be too close for comfort for Vigilante.

"Sure," you answered easily, "I can show him where I shit in the woods."

Silence.

"The fuck?" From Economos.

"Yeah," you continued blithely, "what did you guys think I was doing?"

"Not shitting in the woods!" Harcourt countered without missing a beat, "what is wrong with you?!"

"Don't answer that," Economos added, before you got the chance, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"When in Rome -" your response was infuriatingly mellow.

"- shit in the woods?" Adebayo sounded like she couldn't quite believe the situation at hand, and you snorted.

"I feel like I have a better understanding of bears now, spiritually," after a beat you added, "thought it might help with the mission."

"Why would it help with the mission?" Economos groaned.

"The Berenstain Bears?" You reminded them all.

"They're not the kind of bears that shit in the woods," Adebayo sighed deeply.

"And they're just code names!" Economos crowed with frustration at your continued antics. Still, when you get back, no-one asks where you've been, and no-one seems to want to investigate your absence further.

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante imagine #adrian chase imagine #peacemaker #peacemaker hbo #peacemaker imagine #peacemaker x reader #vigilante #adrian chase #vigilante peacemaker #emilia romagna #wybu

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pretendfan · 2 years

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Adrian Chase•Master List

(One Shots)

The Work Uniform (smut

Now Your Mine (smut)

Three Little Words (fluff)

Wake Up Call (smut)

Time of the Month (smut)

It’s my Party (smut)

Temptation Waits (smut)

Date Night (smut)

Chasing Highs (smut)

(Series)

Kiss Me Deadly (to be continued)

Roommates (in progress)

In My Dreams (in progress)

It’s The Most Wonderful Time of The Year (completed)

(UPDATED 19/12)

Warning 18 PLUS ONLY

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redwhump · 2 years

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Self-Sharpened Fangs: Full

Masterlist

Contains: vampire whump, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, burns, aftermath of torture, starvation, mention of past force feeding of non-edible harmful objects, fear of torture

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It had been a long time since the last time Adrian had been in less pain than this. He still hurt, of course. The burns littering his body ached, the hunger felt like a knife twisting in his stomach, and the coins he'd been made to swallow burned inside him. He would have ripped himself open to stop the burning inside of him in a heartbeat if he could have. Still, compared to before, this was almost bearable.

He could smell the vampire, his rescuer, in the room again. If he could have, he would have begged for his savior to cut him open to get out the silver, or he would have thanked him profusely for what he'd already done. Instead, he held still, afraid that any movement would cause the coins to shift inside him.

Blood. He could smell it, so close, he needed it. He tried to sit up, the way the movement caused the pain in his guts to flare as it disturbed the silver irrelevant in comparison to the hunger. His rescuer pushed him down gently, onto pillows that now propped him up. He would have kept trying to squirm towards where he thought the scent of blood was coming from, but before he could his rescuer brought the packet up to his lips.

Adrian drank. The blood could have been the worst blood he'd ever tasted, or the best, and he wouldn't have known the difference. All that mattered was that it was blood. And it ran out far too quickly, he needed more, he needed--the packet pulled away and he chased it, he could still smell blood, he was still so hungry. He tried to bite at it, having no other way he could communicate he wasn't done in his current state. He caught the packet between his teeth.

A hand slammed Adrian down, wrapping around his throat. Something pressed against his chest on the left, too hard and too pointed to be a hand. He froze, cold terror wrapping around his heart like ice. He'd tried to bite, they were going to put him out in the sun, they were going to leave him there for days like they had the last time. A dry sob forced its way out of his body, despite his best effort at staying still, at being good.

The hand pulled away from his throat. Adrian didn't move even after it was gone, though he couldn't quite stop himself from trembling. Minutes passed. The empty packet between his teeth was pulled away. He wanted to cry, but after a moment's hesitation, he let it go.

When it was replaced by another full packet held up to his lips, he wanted to cry again, this time from joy. He still hadn't stopped trembling. He was sure he had to be imagining it, but as he drank, it felt like the hand holding the packet trembled too, almost as badly as he was.

As he finished drinking, Adrian found himself smiling. For the first time in long time, he felt full.

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this ended up shorter than i intended, i originally meant for this and what i plan to be the next part to be one part, but it felt like it didn't really fit here so i decided to make it its own part. i will try to have the next part out soon though.

Taglist: @whumpsday @thecyrulik @wolves-and-winters @annablogsposts

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 1 year

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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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I posted 1,209 times in 2022

That's 1,209 more posts than 2021!

211 posts created (17%)

998 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@powerfultenderness

@phoenixyfriend

@chaseadrian

@pretendfan

I tagged 684 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#fic reccomendations - 321 posts

#fic recs - 321 posts

#fic reblog - 304 posts

#fic repost - 275 posts

#fanfiction recommendation - 271 posts

#fanfiction rec - 265 posts

#eddie munson - 199 posts

#adrian chase - 132 posts

#vigilante - 126 posts

#eddie munson fluff - 118 posts

Longest Tag: 84 characters

#and there’s no indenting. it makes it unreadable and makes me not want to reblog it.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sleep

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson (Fluff)

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Summary: Some nights are harder for Steve Harrington to sleep than others, especially when away from the familiarity of home. Will staying with his two partners at the Forest Hills Trailer Park finally help him get a good nights sleep...or somehow make things worse?

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, no pronouns used. No body parts described when Reader is nude.

CW: Hurt/Comfort; sleeping issues (some insomnia, light sleeping); mild descriptions of panic, anxiety and PTSD (Steve has been through a lot); nudity (no details); kissing; mildly sexually suggestive language (no details, not explicit).

Word Count: 1,714

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Paparazzi

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: All of Eddie Munson's dreams come true when Corroded Coffin finally catches their big break. But once the record deal is signed, the executives take control of their images, lives and their relationships.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns. Angst with a Happy Ending. Rockstar!Eddie AU where record labels have old Hollywood like control of their artists lives.

CW: Controlling behavior from record label; social alcohol use; secret relationship; mentions of cheating but no actual cheating; smut (kissing, fingering, blowjob, tit job, p in v, slight exhibitionism); consensual non-con photos taken by paparazzi.

Word Count: 12,937

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

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Luck

Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington (Fluff)

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Summary: After a wild night out at The Hideout, Eddie Munson wakes up in bed with some unexpected company and no memory of what happened.

Rating: General Auidences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used.

CW: Recreational alcohol and marijuana use; tobacco use; heavily implied sex (no details); could be seen as dubcon due to the use of mild altering substances, but I tried my best to address it in the story that this is something they all wouldn't done sober, too.

Word Count: 4,345

Eddie Tag List: @eddie-swhore

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Conviction

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab Reader, no pronouns used. Angst with a happy ending.

CW: Town gossip; bullying; unplanned pregnancy (no details); marriage; mentions of cheating; mentions of alcohol use; smut (p in v, fingering, kissing, dirty talk); consensual role play of a non-con situation.

Word Count: 8,332

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

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My #1 post of 2022

Perception

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: Even though it has been months since their breakup, Eddie Munson's ex will not leave him alone. One night when she shows up at The Hideout, you decide its time to take matters into your own hands.

Rating: General

Author Note: Gender-neutral reader, no pronouns used. Reader is wearing a skirt, but skirts are for everyone, not just fems. "My girl" used in a gender neutral way to denote possessiveness.

CW: Social alcohol use; kissing; heavy flirting; implied sex; mentions of a narcissistic ex (no details).

Word Count: 2,980

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vgilantee · 2 years

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i currently have two series' and a oneshot definitely on the books for being on my upload schedule (which will be posted later this month)

this is the only time i am going to tag people because taglists don't always work and i always feel like i forget to tag people

THEREFORE; if you wish to be tagged in the schedule and therefore know when a fic/chapter is going to be posted, send me an ask before the schedule is posted! i will be making a post giving a 24hr warning for the cut-off

and you may be wondering "but char, how will i know if i want to be tagged if i don't know what you're currently writing and going to post?" and i'm glad you're wondering! because i have a list!

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (from Bridgerton)

Adrian Chase x Reader (from Peacemaker)

Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (from Top Gun Maverick)

and maybe depending on how i feel, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz (from Chicago PD)

this is also a perfect time to say hey! i'm also taking requests for the following fandoms!

Top Gun (namely Rooster, Bob (for Mars <3 lmao) and Phoenix, but i'm happy to write for any of the pilots)

Bridgerton (but only the adult Bridgertons! meaning the youngest would be Eloise)

Stranger Things (any season, but only Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. ya know what, and also Argyle)

#char rambles

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ryangosking · 2 years

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Do you have a masterlist and taglist pls <33

Hi darling! I do not have a taglist but here's my master list

#ask #answered ask

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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like branches in a storm

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: t+

word count: 5,882

one-sentence synopsis: you're getting colder by the second, but adrian's not about to let anything happen to you, not while he still has breath in his body.

author's note: this thought literally came to me as i was falling asleep last night and i was immediately possessed. i simply had to write it. so i wrote this tonight and i showed my husband and he said "wow, only about 6k? that's short for you" which has honestly become so heinously true!! so i hope you enjoy this fic about you getting very cold and adrian saving you and making you all warm again!! also look if any of the cold stuff/hypothermia/survival/anything is inaccurate please don't tell me!! pretend he uses survival powers or something to save you if anything's glaringly inaccurate i didn't do research i just wrote fic don't tell me when i'm wrong in fic it scares me

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

You’re not going to panic.

You’re not. There’s no point to panicking, because you’re already here, and this is already happening, so you’re not going to do it. You’re just going to— to stay calm, and cool, and collected. Just because you and Adrian are lost in the woods with no way to contact the rest of the team, and just because the the sun is quickly setting, and just because your uniform is soaked through from an earlier fall into the river—

That doesn’t mean you’re completely fucked. Things are, admittedly, bleak, but— You’ve survived worse. The both of you have. You’ve survived worse together, even. Difficult this may be, you’re not about to die, and you’re definitely not about to let Adrian die, so, really. It’s just a matter of— of getting through this, until it’s over.

And, soon, it’ll be over. It has to be. There’s no other alternative, because this isn’t how the two of you are going down. Not while you have a say in it.

“Fuck,” Adrian curses, setting another radio aside in the dirt and grass. “This one’s not working, either.”

That radio had been their last chance at connecting with the rest of the 11th Street Kids. With this final hope lost, he sighs, falling backwards onto the ground, limbs all spread wide. He’s long since abandoned his helmet, but the rest of his uniform remains on, keeping him protected from the cold air.

You don’t have that luxury, unfortunately. You’d been the one who’d gotten caught on a root and twisted your ankle, sending you into the river so quickly Adrian barely had time to turn, let alone catch you.

He’s since apologized about a hundred times for it since, even though there really was nothing he could do. It happened too fast; neither of you could do anything.

That hasn’t stopped Adrian from being visibly distraught ever since it happened. You got soaked, and, though you’ve been drying, it’s been in a— a freezing sort of way, which is not particularly helpful. You keep trying to rub at your arms, at your legs, trying to push warm sensation through your limbs, but it’s not helping. That fall also smashed your radio, and Adrian’s was destroyed when he nearly dove in after you, before you stopped him, pointing out that then neither of you would be able to get back up on the high-rise shore, the water in the river rushing far too quickly for the both of you to pull back out without assistance.

Instead, he’d turned, snapped a branch off the closest tree with his bare hands, and sprinted to lower it down to you, to haul you in closer before the current could suck you away from him. You’d grabbed onto the twigs, latched on; Adrian dragged you in with huge pulls, one after another until you were close enough for him to reach. He’d nearly fallen over into the water himself, lifting you up and out, throwing you back down onto the ground.

You’d been shivering ever since, and trying to pretend you weren’t. He feels bad enough that he couldn’t do anything more to help; every time your limbs shake, he looks over at you with this distressed expression, starts trying to offer you bits of his uniform again. It doesn’t come off in pieces like that, and it wouldn’t be warm enough over your cold clothes even if it was, but— the sentiment is there.

The two of you are supposed to be meeting the rest of the 11th Street Kids at your rendezvous point to sleep the night there at camp with them, but neither of you has any idea where you are, now. The problems with the river got you all turned around; now, neither of you know where you’re going, how to get there, or a way to contact the rest of the team to tell them what’s happened.

You’ve been looping around for hours, now, and you’re starting to lose hope. But— You can’t lose hope. Because— Because the rest of the team is out here somewhere, and you can’t let anything happen to Adrian, and you’re— cold. You’re so, so cold.

“Hey,” Adrian says, when you haven’t responded in a few moments. You’re just staring down at the ground, rubbing your arms to keep them warm over the frozen, half-damp fabric, thinking, It’ll be fine, it’ll all be fine, this is fine. “You sure you’re okay? Because you really don’t look okay and it’s kinda starting to freak me out.”

You glance up at him, brow furrowed. It takes you a second to actually process what he’s said, which— maybe you’re a little bit colder than you thought you were.

Nodding jerkily, you tell him, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a— a little chilly.”

Adrian observes you for another beat before saying, “You— Are you sure you won’t take some of this? Like, just— I can put it on over that, or we can take that off and do, like, wilderness survival—”

“Always trying to get my c-clothes off,” you tease him, teeth chattering a little. You exhale into your palms, rubbing them together. You abandoned your wet gloves; it’s easier to just keep trying to blow hot air on them like this. “Don’t you th-think about anything else?”

Adrian huffs a half-laugh. It doesn’t sound all the way genuine; when you glance up at him again, away from your numb fingers, he’s got a frown furrowing his handsome face. He’s usually smiling, so— the frown’s honestly kind of jarring. You’re not sure you’re doing such a good job of pretending as you thought you were, but also— you’re not entirely sure you’ve got a choice on that front or not.

“Is that something that would heat you up?” Adrian asks. “‘Cause I can talk dirty, if it’ll help.”

You smile, rubbing your hands together again. At least he’s keeping your spirits up, if nothing else. “If it makes you feel like you’re doing s-something, then g-go for it.”

“I’m sure I can do something,” Adrian says. “If I’m recalling correctly, you have cum on very little more than just the nasty shit I’ve said to you before.”

“And?” you ask him. His words do give a little spark of heat, deep in your belly, but it’s too cold, and you’re too anxious, and his tone’s too off, and the situation’s too fucked up for it to turn all the way into a proper feeling. Instead, you just let that one wave of minor heat roll through you, like it’s a little warm candle-glow, a flash of hot and then gone.

“And, then, well, maybe I can help,” Adrian suggests. He’s— He’s really not looking so warm himself, but he’s not shivering like you are, not trembling apart, not half-damp and unable to— focus properly, really.

You huff into your hands again, then rub them against your thighs. The fabric hasn’t gotten any warmer, and you sigh. “Maybe I sh-should take this off. Just l-let myself really d-dry.”

“Then take this,” Adrian insists, and starts tearing off his upper uniform pieces again.

“Adrian, it’s n-not going to do anything w-without anything underneath,” you tell him. He keeps moving, and you lean over across the dirt, swatting at his arm. “Adrian. S-Stop.”

“Well, you can’t expect me to do nothing,” Adrian snaps, an abrupt outburst of frustration.

“Hey,” you snap back, a flash of anger-heat roaring up inside you. “W-Watch it, I’m not any h-happier than y-you—”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I know,” Adrian says. He scrubs vigorously at his face, then pushes to stand in one continuous roll up to his feet. “Okay. Not gonna do any good just sitting here. Let’s— We should keep moving.”

You look up at him, reaching to wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing at your shoulders. Your legs have long since started to feel strange, a little numb, definitely stiff, and the ankle that twisted under you before hurts so fucking bad. You’re not exactly sure how to tell him, I don’t think I can do that right now, without being— being incredibly weak, and useless. You’re supposed to be a valuable member of this team— and you’re supposed to be protecting Adrian— and you’re not doing any of that. Instead, you’ve just been getting colder and colder over the last couple of hours, and now—

Now, you’re worried it’s too late. Now, you’re worried you won’t be able to walk anymore, and you’re not going to find the rest of the team, and you’re just— You’re going to end up freezing here on the ground in the woods.

In the back of your mind, you remember your survival training. You should be building yourself a shelter; you shouldn’t even be sitting directly on the ground like this. Adrian attempted multiple times to start a fire, but all the wood and kindling around is too damp to light. You should have figured out a way to get fire and warmth anyway, and yet, you’re still sitting here, just— shivering, shaking, freezing, useless. Useless.

“Hey,” Adrian says. “You’re not useless. What the shit are you talking about?”

You frown, confused, for a moment. “What?”

Adrian crouches down in front of you where you’re still folded up on the ground, knees curled near to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself. He sets his hands on your shoulders, observes you from up close.

You’ve seen Adrian up close countless times. The two of you are— Well, you’re— not friends with benefits, and you’re not— not, like, lovers, but you’re— partners, in a lot of ways. You work together, and you sleep together, and you— nearly practically live together, at this point. You think you might even love this guy, and that he might love you, but neither of you’s said that yet, or done anything to make this official. You’re— You’re afraid that Adrian won’t reciprocate, but you— You don’t know why Adrian hasn’t done the same. You assume because he doesn’t reciprocate.

The thought makes you tearful. You’re not sure why, except that you— you feel a little scrambled, now, and it might be the cold, but you want to be better than this. You are better than this.

Get a grip, you tell yourself, but your eyes just keep burning with that same prickling pain.

“Oh, hey, what’s happening?” Adrian asks, in a tone that’s so soaked through with concern that you feel all the worse for it. “Are you crying? Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t— Do you want me to— To make you laugh? Want me to tell you jokes? Want me to— How about— Knock knock? No, fuck, that’s stupid, that won’t— Wait, why are you crying? Does something hurt? How cold— Are you that cold? Is that it?”

He reaches up, yanking his gloves off with his teeth so he can wrap his bare hands around yours, evaluating your temperature. At the touch of your freezing-cold skin against his comparatively boiling-hot touch, he inhales sharply, eyes snapping up to yours. You’re instantly melting into him, seeking more of that heat.

“Holy shit,” Adrian says before he can stop himself. “Why the— Why the fuck didn’t you tell me how bad you’d gotten, y— Holy shit, you’re so fucking cold.” He rubs your hands vigorously between his, bowing his head over them so he can blow his own warm breath over your numb fingers. “Jesus. Okay, we have to keep moving, let’s go, c’mon.”

He pulls at your arms, but you shake your head, telling him, “Adrian, I c-can’t, m-my— My l-legs are s-so—”

You’re cut off both by your mortification and by your teeth chattering. Adrian leans up, catching your face between his hands. His warm thumbs stroke along your cheeks in wide sweeps; his eyes dart over your face, then down over your body, examining you in rapid sweeps.

“Shit,” Adrian says. “You should’ve— Okay, no, you know that. You know you should’ve told me. Why the— Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tears prickle at your eyes again as you shake your head. “Babe, what the f—”

“Because I th-thought we’d f-figure it out,” you choke out tearfully, shivering so hard your jaw clatters together. Adrian swipes away the tears that burn under your eyes, just then. “I th-thought we’d f-find the rest of the t-team and it’d be f-fine but it’s n-not and n-n-now you’re gonna—” You hiccup, then say, “You’re gonna b-be so m-mad at me—”

“What?” Adrian cuts you off. “No, what— I’m not mad at you! No, no, no, I’m not mad at you, I swear, I’m not mad at you. I’m just— I’m scared,” he confesses to you.

Your eyes dart up to meet his, confused. “What? A-About what?”

“About what?” Adrian echoes, incredulous. “About— About you, you— I thought you were going to drown, and then I thought you were going to— to freeze, and then I thought we were lost but— You’re still fucking freezing, I didn’t even fix this, we need— Okay, shit, I’m going to find them. I’m going to fix this, you’re going to be okay, this’ll be okay—”

“I’m s-sorry,” you tell him, trembling. “I d-didn’t m-mean—” You exhale shakily. “I’m s-so s-sorry—”

“It’s okay,” Adrian promises you. “It’s okay, stop apologizing, I promise. It’s not your fault. Can you stand?”

You evaluate yourself, then nod. You’re not actually sure if that’s true, but you want it to be true, and you have to try. When Adrian offers you his arms, you shakily unfold your own to take his hands, letting him wrap his fingers around yours. He draws you upwards, but your legs buckle under you; your weak ankle throbs, unable to support your weight, and you almost immediately crumple.

“Oh, shit— Okay, here, I got you,” Adrian says quickly. There’s so much heavy concern in his voice; you feel terrible about it, for being the reason it’s there. You should be helping him, not the other way around. “Fuck, I forgot about your fucking ankle— Let me see that, hold on.”

Adrian gingerly lowers you back down, letting you lay backwards on the cold, packed dirt below while he reaches down to unlace your boot. He’s as careful as he can be, but you still hiss through your teeth, head falling to slam into the ground, fists curling up as much as your numb fingers will go.

“Shit, fuck— I’m so sorry,” Adrian tells you. “I’m just going to look at it, okay? S— I am so sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m so, so sorry—”

His stream of apologies keeps up as he tugs your boot all the way off and rolls your sock down. When his fingers touch your ankle, peeling your damp pants up a bit, you bite down a lurch of pain in the back of your throat.

“It’s going to be okay,” he promises you. You swallow back the tears, nodding jerkily, not sure if you believe him, not willing to believe anything else. “I’ve got you, I’m going to let anything happen to you. You’re going to be okay, okay?”

You exhale, then say, “I’m s-sorry,” all over again.

Adrian pushes himself up over you so he can cup your head in his hand, pulling you up to push a rough, desperate kiss against your lips. It’s the first time you’ve really realized just how terrified he actually seems to be. He’s obviously fighting to make sure you don’t see it, but he’s clearly freaked out, and you wish you could make it better, but—

But you’re the reason he’s freaking out, and you’re the reason you’re starting to freak out a little bit, too. You’ve been pretending everything is okay, but that hasn’t made everything okay, and now you’re worried it’s really not going to be okay.

It’s making you feel impossibly vulnerable, and exposed, and weak, but you’re afraid you’ve just tipped past the point of being able to help yourself, anymore. You can’t get yourself to care about anything except Adrian in front of you, and the fact that you’ve made a total mess of things, and that you don’t know what to do, anymore, and that you’re— you’re cold, you’re so cold, and it all hurts so much—

“Hey, it’s okay,” Adrian assures you when your tears start to boil over again. “I’ve got you. It’s going to be alright. Don’t be sorry, don’t be, I’ve got you, it’s okay. C’mere.”

Adrian gets his arms under you, shifts to kneel and hoist himself back up to his feet. He lifts you up in his arms bridal-style, keeps you close. You can feel the warmth of his body, the barest hint of it through his uniform and your damp clothes. His bare hands curl beneath you; you try to curl into him, to push closer, desperate for his warmth, his touch, him.

“I’m going to find them,” Adrian promises you. “I’ll find them, and you’re going to be just fine, don’t worry. We’ll change your clothes, and get you in blankets, and— and we can even take you to a— a hospital, if we have to. You’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, nothing bad’s going to happen to you—” He stumbles, rights himself before he can fall or drop you. Cursing, he spits out, “Fuck, oh, fuck, this is so fucking bad, I wish I could— fucking remember literally any of the survival training they taught us, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid, shit, shit, shit, fuck—”

You reach up, grappling for him, trying to put your hand over his mouth to silence him. You only manage to clap your cold fingers against the side of his face, against his cheek, uncoordinated; it does the job, though, and he looks down at you, concerned.

He’s all— all bright eyes, furrowed beneath the crease of his concerned brow, and flushed cheeks, and dark hair, and a backdrop of nighttime-trees behind him, swallowing up most of the sky with the cover of leaves, keeping everything shadowed and chilled. It’s like you’re cold all the way down to your core; your only heat’s coming from him, now.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him again, the shaking inexplicably starting to subside.

The bone-deep cold inside of you has penetrated all of you, soaked in everywhere; it doesn’t even feel that cold, anymore. There’s a strange sort of warmth starting to come, now. You wonder if that’s Adrian’s doing. Your shivering is slowing, and your mind feels— content, at least, if not sluggish, and it— it could be worse.

“Hey,” Adrian says above you. “It’s okay, don’t apologize. I told you, it’s alright. As long as you’re okay, it’s alr— Hey, hey!”

His voice is sharp, and loud, all of a sudden. You frown, twisting slightly into him.

Apparently ignorant of your desire for quiet, and peace, he says, “Keep your eyes open, hey! Open your eyes back up, look up at me, don’t go falling asleep on me. Look at me. Look up at me, look at me, you look at me right now or I swear to fucking God, I am going to freak the fuck out—”

“Adrian,” you try to say, to stop him, to calm him down.

You want to add, “I’m fine,” next, but your tongue’s not even coordinated enough to get his name out; the next words definitely don’t come. Everything’s just all mashed together, incoherent; frowning, you have to force yourself to drag your eyes open. You’re not even sure when they close— You don’t even know if you did fall asleep, or if more time’s passed than you’re aware of, or what. You’re— You’re disoriented, and confused, and cold, and tired, and scared. You don’t know what to do; you can’t get yourself to do anything, you just have to trust Adrian.

And Adrian’s still above you, around you; he’s still carrying you, hauling you through the woods, not stopping, just continuously pushing onward. His voice keeps going, an endless stream of mindless talk to himself and to you, but even that breaks, eventually.

Still, Adrian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, and going, and going. You’re exhausted, and drowsy, and pained, and so fucking cold, and he must be feeling a lot of the same things, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, just— still moving, still moving, still moving. He’s crashing through the trees, snapping branches out of the way so twigs won’t scratch at you; he pushes onward, never fully breaks.

He’s heading in one direction, you think. Through the rush of your blood in your ears, and the way you’re straining to hear his heart in his chest, you barely notice, but he’s moving towards something— towards sound, you realize.

It takes another beat for you to realize you’re back at the river, and that— It’s— It’s frustrating, to be back where you started, but at least you kind of know where you are, here.

Or— You should know where you are, but you can’t really remember. Your thoughts keep skating away from you, skittering away from your fingers when you reach out to the concepts in your mind. The memories just won’t come together, a jumble in your head. It’s making you even more frustrated, and you’re— you’re starting to panic, a little, because this isn’t right, and you should know better—

“Whoa, hey, no, no, it’s okay, no— Stop wriggling, stop—” Adrian comes to a stop, looking down at you with open concern, terror across every inch of him. “What’s happening, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, panicked. You can’t get the words to come out right, can’t speak coherently, can’t get yourself together, but you want to, and it’s terrifying you all the more that you can’t. Shaking your head again, you try to get your limbs to move, try to get yourself to help. It feels like— like moving through syrup, like running in a dream, and you can’t move.

All you end up doing is spilling out of Adrian’s arms, accidentally dropping yourself to the floor of the woods. He grabs at you, catches you before you can actually hit the ground, breathing out, “No, no, what are you— What are you doing?”

You’re not entirely sure, but you know that you can’t let this happen. You can’t get lost; you can’t let Adrian get lost.

“That way,” you tell him, because you— you think it’s that way, and you have to help him.

Adrian kneels behind you, catches you in his hands. It’s terrifying him, seeing you like this— seeing you sluggish, and confused, and uncoordinated, and so cold. It’s so unlike you; he always thinks of you as being so warm, relates you with the heat that you’re always spreading through him, with how hot you always make him feel. Now, as you’re staring with wild eyes at nothing, so cold you’ve stopped shivering completely, he’d do anything— anything— to keep you safe, to stop this from hurting you.

He catches you in his hands, pulls you back against him. You struggle against him, insisting, “Adrian, they’re there,” but you’re pointing at the water, and he knows that’s not right.

You— You don’t understand why he’s not listening. It’s like you’re in two different worlds, and you’re floating somewhere else, somewhere cold and strange, until Adrian tugs you in against his chest.

He can’t stand to see you this way. He knows he should keep moving, but— First, he just wants to— help. He wants to help. He wants to calm you down, and reassure you, and warm you, and let you know he’s here, and just— do what little he can, right now, when he can do barely anything at all.

You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, at first. Adrian releases you for a brief moment, but then you feel his hands tugging at the damp clothes still spread over your skin. He exposes your bare skin, and you shiver, impossibly, again, though you’re mostly numb. Shuffling you upwards, he lays something strange beneath you, something hard and soft at once. You barely feel it, but the drag is new, unnatural, and you frown at it.

Behind you, Adrian’s bare skin suddenly comes to touch yours. His chest to your shoulders, his stomach pressing into the small of your back, his legs tucking in with yours. He buries his head in your throat, covers your head with his hand, trying to trap as much heat between the two of you as he can, trying to use his body heat to warm you up.

With his armor pressed between you and the cold ground, and his body warming yours up, you’re actually starting to feel a shift in the temperature. This, more than anything else tonight, is getting through to you.

You feel heat, you feel warmth, and you laugh breathlessly.

“I feel you,” you tell him blearily.

There are tears pricking in your eyes when you reach to grab his hands. Your fingers don’t close around his, but he gets what you’re doing. He drags his own hands up for you, presses them against your cheeks, over your face. You laugh into his warm touch, feeling your own breath spreading against his palms, trapped against your skin. Inside and out, Adrian’s got you almost warming up again. He’s doing the impossible; you really— you really thought you’d never get to feel warm again.

“I feel you,” you laugh again, choking, tears in your throat. “Adrian, I feel you.” Your words are clumsy, slow, chilled, but you manage to get them out. In a burst, you know— You have to tell him, have to. “I love you.”

“What?” Adrian says behind you. His hands turn your head around, still clutching your face. You blink up at him, a weird little flare of excitement going through you when you see him. You know you’re not supposed to be focused on this right now, but looking up at him just makes you happy, and you smile.

Adrian’s expression is confused, half-horrified and half-smiling. He ducks down, pressing a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, heat simmering through you from him to you. When he separates from you, his brow creases, more concern becoming obvious.

“I think I— I think I heard what you said, and I l— I’m s— I’m sure you’re n— You wouldn’t say this normally, and it’s all ‘cause you’re so cold and freaking out and stuff,” Adrian says, all in a rush, and you want to disagree, but your tongue is cold and clumsy and he’s still talking. “And if you don’t want to— If you don’t want me to know, I’ll let you take it back later, no questions asked, or if you don’t— don’t mean it, that’s fine, but I l— I love you, too,” Adrian confesses in a rush, “I love you, too, and I want you to know that, and I’m— I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Not anything, so you just— You just stay awake, and alive, and you just— Just— You just keep looking at me, and I’ll do all the rest.”

It’s so many words, it’s— It’s a lot, almost too much for you to follow, but you’re well-versed in understanding Adrian. It takes you a beat, and then you understand, and you can’t stop smiling, too. There’s warmth, here, even if it’s not enough to keep you actually heated; it’s keeping you warmed, and heated, and alive, this hot pulse coursing through you right now.

“Love you,” you tell him sluggishly. You reach up for his face, cold fingers dragging along. His bare skin feels so warm against yours, and it helps, but it’s not enough.

You push nearer into him, wanting more of him, and more of his warmth, and more of— all of it, all of him. He lets you do it, gets his bare arms wrapped tight around you, spread around your arms and shoulders, holding you tight to him.

“I’ve got you,” Adrian says. “I’ve got y—”

His head snaps up, then. You mean to ask what he’s doing, or saying, or what’s wrong, but your tongue won’t work right in your mouth.

“Hey!” Adrian shouts. He’s so loud, voice exploding in your ears. You flinch without meaning to, and his hand strokes your face, gentles you. Softer, he says, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just— I have to shout again, just— I’m so sorry—” His hands come up to cover your ears before he calls, even louder this time, “Hey! Hey, over here! C’mere, hey! Who is that— Hey! Hey, hey, oh, oh, thank— Thank fuck, thank fucking shit, please, please, help me— Please, come on, I need your help—”

You don’t know if he’s talking to you, or to someone else, or— You don’t know who he’s talking to, really. You hear his voice, and you don’t understand it, muffled and confused. Frowning up at him, you see him look back down at you with obvious excitement on his face. It’s bewildering, after how upset he was before. You don’t understand.

“It’s Leota,” Adrian tells you. “She found us, they found us. You’re going to be okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He kisses your temple roughly, then your cheek, your forehead, your mouth. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re so close, and you’ll be so warm, new clothes and— and a fire, you’ll be okay, it’ll be okay—”

You manage a jerky nod. He clutches your face, kisses you, then pushes to stand again. You want his body back, want his heat back, but you at least understand why he’s doing this.

Staggering to his feet, Adrian gets you back in his arms, starting to push himself in— in, presumably, the direction of Leota and the rest of the team, and that’s when it really clicks. You’re going to be okay. It’s— Everything will be okay, now.

“What the fuck happened?” Leota’s voice demands, as Adrian carries you closer to her. You could cry, for relief you feel hearing her voice. “Where did you go— Oh, my God—”

“Please,” Adrian says. “I need— We need to warm— We have to—”

“Okay, yes— God, okay,” Leota says in a rush. Her hand touches your forehead. “Shit. Okay, we can do this. Come on, follow me.”

She pulls out her own radio; you hear the crackle of the static, the voices going in and out of it. You lose a little bit of time, you think, or you don’t understand what’s happening. It’s cold, and confusing; you’re disoriented, until you focus on Adrian’s hands on your face again, on his voice wrapping around you, now.

“Hey,” Adrian says, his voice soft, coaxing. You’re realizing, now, that you’re starting to feel warm all over. That cold is finally leaving, replaced with an all-over warmth.

You shift, and your limbs don’t hurt quite so bad. Someone’s touching your ankle— not Adrian, presumably, since he’s cradling your face between his warm hands— and wrapping the sprained joint, swelling flesh tender beneath their touch.

Looking downward, you see Emilia at your feet, bandages wrapping around your leg. She offers you a flicker of a smile before looking back down at her work again.

Dragging up, starting to absorb the warmth you’re feeling, you realize you’re in dry clothes, now. They’re Adrian’s pajamas, a pair of the sleep clothes he packed for the mission, warm pajama pants and a soft, loose, dry sweater of a top. You’re bundled in blankets, several layers of quilts and throws and sleeping bags, mostly concealed except for your feet— now being tucked into thick socks and pushed into your blanket-bundle— and your head.

Adrian’s tugging a warm hat down over your head, which might’ve been what woke you up all the way, this time. The warmth, and tugging, is so good, a new blossoming that is awakening a delicious sort of relief in you.

He pulls the warm cap over your head, soft material coming over your head, your ears, trapping the heat there. Cradling you close— his own body finally warm and dry and covered in new clothes, too— Adrian kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips, this time. He laughs, breathless, and then wet, clutching you closer.

“I love you,” he confesses. “I know— I know I said you could take it back, and you can, really, but I— I don’t want to, not after— not after that, I don’t— I mean it, I do—”

You’re barely coordinated, the new warmth only just spreading, but you’ve got enough to reach up. Your fingers have been put in mittens, but you wrestle your arm free.

Wriggling it up, you get your mittened hand over Adrian’s flushed cheek. You manage a smile, and tell him, “I love you, too.”

He smiles, so wide and crinkling and joyous. It seems like he’s about to speak again, then, before Chris appears behind him, dropping another armful of blankets over Adrian’s head, down his back, with a soft, heavy fwhump.

“Put the fucking blankets on before you freeze to death, Adrian,” Chris instructs him. “Holy shit, (Y/N) is fine. Stop freaking out and get in the goddamn blankets.”

Adrian huffs, waving him off, saying, “I’m fine, leave me alone,” but he’s flushed, and accepts the winter hat Chris tugs down over his dark curls with a warm, “Thanks, buddy.”

“Don’t mention it,” Chris says. “Lay down.”

This time, Adrian does as told, burying himself in the covers with you. He gets his body close to yours, burrowing into your blanket burrito with you, before he wraps and spreads the new covers around you both, making sure to swallow you in warm, dry heat.

“You’re going to be okay,” Adrian murmurs, so close, so warm, so sweet. “I love you. You’re okay. I got you now.”

He’s said it all night, and meant it all night, and it’s true, now, as it’s been true the whole time. He promised you’d be okay, and you are; he said you’d keep you warm, and he did; he told you he loves you, and he does. You’re both okay, and alive, and warming up so splendidly, filling up with all that impossible heat. You hadn’t realized how much you loved it, wanted it, needed it, until you almost lost it, until you didn’t have it anymore. Now— Now, you can’t let it go.

Adrian’s that heat, and you pull him in, absorbing him as much as you have the warmth, and he does the same with you.

“I love you,” you tell him again, warmer now, able to speak, able to feel it, able to know. “Adrian. I love you.”

He kisses your cheek, brings you all that warmth, too. Echoed in him, echoed in you, shared together. All warmth, all heat, all him. All him.

“I love you,” he promises you, too. Kisses the corner of your mouth, kisses the space under your eyes, kisses the side of your nose. “Love you. So, so much, I love you. Love you, love you, love you,” and he keeps you all warm, and soft, and close, and you know he’s telling the truth. “I love you.”

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lunaticsandidiots · 2 years

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Could you possibly tag me in any future Adrian fics?

indeed i can, doll! i’ve never done a taglist before but there seems to be a huge demand for adrian fics rn and i’m here to provide! you are now officially the first user on my vigilante/reader taglist! <3

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jeysbvck · 2 years

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Reply or send me an ask if you'd like to be added to my taglist😊 I'll be adding more characters and prompts to my request list soon!

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theowritesstuff · 2 years

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I Care About You

Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Summary: You have an argument with Adrian that ends in him saying some harsh words

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of injury, gunshots, gunshot wounds, blood, angst with a happy ending

A/N: Yeah, this kind of paints the rest of the team in a bad light, but they need to be nicer to Adrian

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General Taglist: @neptuneswritingwork @violetrainbow412-blog

This was starting to happen way too often. Much more often than you’d liked.

Here Adrian sat at HQ, the top half of his Vigilante suit discarded on the floor, a large gash cut through his torso. He was leaning against someone’s desk, Adebayo’s probably, as you worked to stitch him up.

The mission was supposed to be easy. A simple get in, kill the enemy, then get out ordeal. What neither Harcourt nor Economos had accounted for was unexpected backup that your target had.

People with guns and knives ran out from every direction, attacking you all. You had all ended up with some minor scrapes and bruises, that comes with the territory, but Adrian had ended up injured. Again.

He was trying to to someone from getting to Chris, but you guess he didn’t see the knife they had. At least not until it dragged through his skin.

Adrian winced as you stitched his wound. You apologized, then continued working silently.

You’d taken over the role of team nurse after Economos complained endlessly about having to deal with everyone’s injuries. He was now with the rest of the group at a local bar Harcourt had found.

Chris claimed they all needed to celebrate after a successful mission, seemingly uninterested in his injured friend. He took them all to the bar, leaving you with Adrian.

“This can’t keep happening Adrian.” You told him after finishing up. You started to put the supplies back in the first aid kit.

“What?” He asked.

“Them, just ignoring you.” You said. “They didn’t even check to see if you were okay.”

“It’s fine, they know I’m okay. Trust me, I’ve been through worse.” He said, pulling his shirt back on.

“Yeah, when your dick was electrocuted and half your toe was cut off? And what did they do then?” You ask.

Adrian looks down, clearly afraid to answer your question, even if it was rhetorical.

“C’mon Adrian, they’re never there for you, and when they are they’re always mean to you.” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He had to have noticed the way the team treats him.

“Adrian, I’m the only one who’s ever here for you, who helps patch you up, who helps care for you-” You try to tell him, but your voice it cut off by his outburst.

“I never asked you to do that! I never said ‘Gee I wish Y/n would help me out today’” He’s getting frustrated, you can tell.

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“And they are there for me! We hang out all the time outside of work! And where are you? How come you’re never there? Just because they aren’t there for you, doesn’t mean they aren’t there for me!”

You start to shrink back at his words.

“Yeah, I do have people that care about me, because I don’t push people away like you do! You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone who cares about you!”

Silence fills the space between you. Tears are on the verge of falling from your eyes. Adrian waits for your response, for you to shout at him like he was shouting at you. Instead what he gets is your voice, soft, and broken, cracking a little bit at the beginning.

“Fuck you Adrian.”

Then you leave. You leave him standing there, wide eyed and shocked. He could see the tears in your eyes, and he was honestly more scared of your silence than he would’ve been if you’d yelled at him.

Adrian was used to people getting mad at him, yelling at him for doing something wrong, getting snarky at him for talking too much. But when you left nearly crying because of him, he didn’t know how to react?

Should he chase after you and apologize? Should he give you some space? He spent way too long trying to figure out what to do, so long that you were definitely at home by the time he finished. Eventually he just gave up. He figured he’d see you tomorrow and think of something then.

He put the rest of his armor back on, then headed out to his car. He decided that he was going to go straight home, to just forgo the bar. He winced as the seatbelt brushed against where his shirt covered his stitches. He drove home, changed out of the Vigilante suit, then attempted to get some sleep.

You on the other hand were mad. Well, after you cried a little in your car, you got mad. You were angry at him for saying you didn’t have anyone that cared about you.

So what if you didn’t really hang out with the group outside of work? If you were being honest, Adrian was the only one you had gotten close with. You still liked to think you were a valued part of the team. Maybe you were, but were you just expendable?

You thought long and hard about it, and decided that after this mission, you’d leave. You’d go somewhere else, and do your job there. Gotham, maybe?

The next day Adrian headed to HQ early. Well, early for him. Usually he was stumbling in with Chris just a few minutes before the scheduled mission briefing or head out time.

“Chase? You’re early.” Harcourt said.

Adrian was sitting at the piano bench, eyes glued to the door, waiting for you to come in.

“Yeah.” Was all he said to Harcourt.

Eventually everyone was at HQ, everyone but you.

“Y/n texted me this morning, said they didn’t feel well. I texted them the info about our next target, so they’ll join us when we leave.” Harcourt told the group.

Adrian deflated. Did he make you feel sick? He could feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

Adrian didn’t mean anything he’d said to you last night. He was just frustrated with what you were saying. Everyone knew he had trouble dealing with emotions, and it was difficult for him to find the right words to say.

Adrian had a hard time focusing on meetings when you were there, so your absence was even more of a distraction to him now. He sat at the table, his foot tapping the floor. His eyes were on the screen, but anyone could see they were unfocused. He didn’t even try to interrupt with any comments.

After the meeting he pulled Chris aside. If anyone had good advice for him, it’d be his best friend, right?

He told Chris about what happened and asked what he thought he should do. Chris responded with a shrug of his shoulders, and told him to give you some space. People liked to have space when they were upset.

When Adrian went out on patrol that night, he was quicker to kill. Maybe he was just trying to get out his anger. He was angry at you, sure, you had insinuated that the team didn’t care about him, but he was also angry at himself. He hurt you. Flashes of your tear-stained face came to mind as he took down the criminals of Evergreen that night.

“Fuck!” He winced when he felt his stitches pull under his shirt after using swinging his sword a little too hard.

On any normal night, Adrian would go to your house. He’d tell you what happened, and you’d bring him to your bathroom to help him. He’d admire you as you took care of him. But he couldn’t do that now. You probably didn’t want to see him, and Chris said he should give you space.

He went back to his own house, his own bathroom, and searched for his first aid kit. He hadn’t needed to use it much since you joined the team. You were always there for him, there to take care of him. He felt a wave of guilt wash over himself.

He eventually found his first aid kit, and set it down on the counter. He took his armor off, then slowly pulled his shirt away from his cut. He could feel the fabric already wet, either blood or sweat covering the black fabric. After pulling the shirt off, he looked at himself in the mirror. Sure enough, he’d opened his stitches.

He sighed, then opened his first aid kit to search for the suture kit. He slowly stitched himself back up. It was a much sloppier job than you had done, his hands weren’t as steady as yours. He wrapped some gauze around himself for good measure, then collapsed on his bed. He didn’t even bother finishing changing. He fell asleep that night with the bottom half of his suit still on, thoughts of you floating around his head.

When he woke up, he groaned, thinking about having to put the suit back on. Today was the day you were back in the office though. Today was the day he was going to talk to you and apologize.

He showered, got dressed, then drove to HQ. He sat in his car for a second, staring at himself in the rear view mirror. He hoped to god that he would be able to find the words to say to you. To be able to tell you how bad he felt, and what he actually felt for you. He wanted to tell you that he was grateful for everything you do for him.

He took a deep breath, shook his hands out, then got out of the car. He grabbed his bag from the passenger seat, then walked into the office.

You were already there, leaning against Economos’ desk, gathering your weapons. Adrian walked over to you, and dropped his bag on the ground.

Adrian knew he wasn’t the best at reading emotions, but he definitely knew something was wrong. When you looked up at him he expected to see something like anger? Maybe even sadness? But your eyes looked blank. It was almost like you were looking right through him.

“Hey Y/n, uh, can we talk?” He nodded in the direction of the hallway that led to a backroom.

You shrugged your shoulders and turned back to your weapons. “I don’t know what we need to talk about.” Your voice was even, but void of any specific tone, at least as far as Adrian could tell.

“I just wanna talk about the other night-”

“Alright everyone, let’s go get this over with.” Harcourt called out from the back door.

You gathered your stuff, and followed the group outside.

Adrian sighed, grabbed his bag, then followed you out.

He made sure to leave your usual seat next to him empty, but it remained empty when you opted to sit instead next to Chris. Harcourt took the seat next to Adrian, after giving you a weird look.

On most trips for missions you and Adrian would sit together, having little conversations about random things, usually whatever was on Adrian’s mind as of late. While he’d get criticized by Harcourt or even ridiculed by Chris for things he’d say, whenever he talked to you, you always gave him your full attention, and often encouraged him to tell you what he was thinking about.

The ride was long, well Adrian felt like it was long, and after Harcourt told everyone about what they were doing and where they were going, the only thing to be heard was the music Chris had told Economos to play.

Adrian kept stealing glances at you throughout the drive, a part of him hoping you were looking at him. You weren’t though, to his disappointment. You could be looking at your hands, or the ceiling, or out the front window, but you kept your eyes away from Adrian.

Once at the site, you got out of the car with Chris, Harcourt, and Adrian. Adebayo and Economos were going to stay in the van, unless backup was needed. It was decided that you would be paired with Adrian, while Harcourt was paired with Chris.

You were meant to sneak in, find a hard drive, and sneak back out. If all went well, no one would even get hurt, and you’d have more information on your target.

You and Adrian snuck in the back, guns raised in case of a threat. You could practically feel him, standing as close behind you as he possibly could.

Economos guided you through hallways, past various rooms, and eventually to the one you were looking for. It was a large office-like computer room, filled with different screens and computers.

“Alright, the hard drive should be somewhere there.” You heard through your ear piece.

“Of course it’s in the most cluttered room here.” You sighed, looking through drawers.

Adrian started brushing through the contents on the desks.

“Guys, be careful, we took down some guys on the east side of the building, who knows how many more there are.” You heard Harcourt’s voice say.

“Copy that.” Adrian replied.

He looked up from the desk he was currently standing at to see you brushing your hand against the computers.

“So about the other night-” Adrian started.

“Now’s really not the time.” You interrupted him.

“But we’ll talk later, right? Promise?” He asked.

You turned to look at him. Even with the mask, you could picture the expression on his face. He sounded sad? Desperate to have this conversation with you?

You nodded your head. “I promise.” You turned back to the computer and continued looking for the hard drive.

Eventually you found it, and shoved it into your pocket.

“We found it.” You said through the comms.

“Let’s go.” Adrian nodded toward the door.

The two of you snuck out of the computer room, and quickly made your way down the halls again.

You stopped abruptly when you heard voices approaching. You pushed Adrian into an empty room, and ducked down. You put your finger to your lips, telling him to keep quiet.

You pulled your gun back out, and slowly rose to your feet. Adrian did the same, and followed you back out the door.

You didn’t make it very far before someone had shouted at you, and footsteps were suddenly chasing you down the hall. The two of you shot at the men following you, speeding down corridors in search of an exit.

You found another large room, and ran in, hoping to escape the seemingly never ending hallways.

A few more shots from your guns, and the men following you were down. You clipped yours back on your side, and looked around for a door. You found one on the farthest wall from you, it looked like it led outside.

“Thank fuck.” You sighed. You patted your pocket to feel for the hard drive, then followed Adrian to the door.

You were nearly there when you heard a soft click behind you. Apparently you had missed a guy, because one was standing about 20 feet away from you, his gun raised.

The next few events happened so quickly, it almost felt like everything happened simultaneously.

As soon as you saw him, you pushed Adrian out of the way, slightly shielding him with your body. You could hear the gunshot, then feel the bullet pierce through your right shoulder. You fell to the ground, just as Adrian shot the man several times.

Adrian dropped to the ground, and pulled you up, so that your upper body was resting on his knees. He tore his mask from his face, his eyes scanning your body, quickly finding your injury, and pressing into it with his gloved hands in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

“Why-why did you do that?” He asked you, eyes wide.

You coughed, blood starting to spill from your mouth. “Because I’m expendable.”

“No, no, you’re not.” He said, more to himself than you.

You reached a hand into your pocket, and pulled out the hard drive. You pushed it to his chest, attempting to get him to leave.

“Hey, I’m not leaving you. Absolutely not.” He said.

“If you w-wanna have that talk, I think n-now is the time.” You gave him a small, bloody smile.

“What I said- it wasn’t true. I was just mad, and I was a dick. I’m gonna pick you up, and take you back to the van, and then we’re going to go to the hospital.” He said, already moving his arms under your legs and back.

“Why? Adrian, I don’t think-”

“Because I care about you so god damn much. Now shut the fuck up, and let me help you.”

You groaned as Adrian scooped you up in his arms. He kicked the door open, and found the van outside.

Everyone else was standing there waiting for you. As soon as they saw you in Adrian’s arms, blood starting to coat the white on his suit, they sprang into action.

Economos got in and hopped to the drivers seat, starting the van, ready to speed to the hospital. Adebayo moved bags off one of the benches to make some space for you. Harcourt found a first aid kit, and started to take out supplies. Chris helped Adrian get you in the van, and laid you down on the bench.

The drive to the hospital was quick, the van swerved around cars, through lanes, to get to the hospital as quick as possible.

Adrian pulled his mask back on and carried you into the emergency room lobby. A doctor came in and took you from his arms, laying you down on a gurney, and speeding you back into a room.

Adrian stood frozen in the lobby, staring at the doors you were taken through. Thoughts of earlier clouded his head.

This is all your fault. They thought they were expendable because of you. You weren’t paying attention, and they got hurt because of it. They’re hurt because of you.

His thoughts were interrupted by Harcourt’s hand on his shoulder.

“They’re gonna be okay.” She said. “You should go home and change though, just so the nurses don’t call the cops on Vigilante.”

Adrian nodded, and left with Economos and Adebayo back to HQ after making Harcourt and Chris promise to call him with any updates.

As soon as they got back in the office, Adrian bolted to his car. He sped as fast as he could, blatantly ignoring the speed limit signs as he drove. When he got home, he ran inside, and tore his suit off. Pieces of kevlar were thrown in various places, still coated in your blood. He’d pick them up later. He got dressed in his regular clothes, then sped back to the hospital.

He had only taken about 45 minutes to get home and back. He sat with Harcourt and Chris and waited for news from the doctors.

After about two hours Chris and Harcourt left, telling Adrian to text them if anything happened.

He sat in the waiting room the rest of the day, and gave the nurses at the front desk his information before they made him leave after visiting hours.

He was back bright and early the next day, and the day after that. The others came in once in a while, bringing him food, checking in to make sure he hadn’t lost his mind from sitting in the same chair for 48 hours.

Adrian assured them that he was fine, and that they should be worried about you if anything. Adebayo tried to get him to go out to eat somewhere with her, Chris tried to get him to go out on patrol with him, but Adrian knew he was going to stay and wait for you until he was forcibly removed.

You woke up three days after you were shot. The lights from the ceiling were a little too bright, causing you to squint. You sat up, but felt a pressure on your shoulder. You had a white bandage wrapped firmly around it.

A nurse had come in, and was surprised to see you awake.

“Ah, Y/n L/n, welcome back to the world of the living.” She joked.

“Did I die?” Your voice was a little hoarse.

The nurse grabbed a cup of water and handed it to you.

“No, you didn’t die, now if you were hit on the opposite side, that would’ve definitely been a possibility. What happened?” She asked.

You were shot because you pushed Adrian out of the way.

“I was mugged.”

“Well, that explains why the Vigilante brought you in.” She told you.

You hummed in response.

“There is a man who’s been waiting for you for three days now, an Adrian Chase? Would you like me to send him in?”

Adrian had been here for three days waiting for you to wake up? You nodded your head at the nurse, who gave you a smile, then walked out the door.

Only a few minutes later Adrian came stumbling in. He seemed out of breath, like he ran to your room?

“Y/n.” He sighed out, then sped to your bed. He wrapped his arms firmly around you, pulling you into his chest.

You flinched away from him when he brushed against your shoulder, causing him to pull back, a worried expression on his face.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He said, wincing.

“It’s okay.” You said, glancing at the bandage.

��Why the fuck did you do that?” He asked you, his voice sounding almost tense. You opened your mouth to answer, but he continued talking. “And don’t give me any of that ‘I’m expendable’ crap, because that’s exactly what it is. Crap.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought-I thought you died, and it was all my fault.” His head hangs down in shame, his eyes looking down at his shoes.

You attempt to stand up, but wires pull at your arms. Adrian moves to make you lay back down, not wanting you to over exert yourself. You move to the side of your bed, and pat the space next to you. Adrian lays down beside you, careful to avoid your shoulder.

“Your blood is still on my suit at home.” His voice is quiet. “I didn’t know-I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died, and I had to go back home to that.”

You reach for his hand, and intertwine your fingers. Your thumb brushes the back of his hand.

“I’m okay, I promise.” You tell him softly.

“I care about you so fucking much.” This time he turns to face you. You can see the tears forming in his eyes. “It was fucking hell not being around you, and then you were just gone. I mean, you were here, but you were unreachable.”

You wipe the tears that slowly fall down his cheek with your thumb. “I’m okay, I promise. And I will never leave you again.” You place a soft kiss on his cheek.

You curl up, closer against him, your head on his chest, and let sleep slowly take over your body.

He keeps his fingers laced with yours as he wraps an arm around you. Adrian is certain now-

He’s never letting you go again.

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Of Champagne and Motherfuckers

Summary: In which Vigilante gets jealous.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, drinking, moral contemplation, not good spy lingo, ambiguous "bad" guy

Word Count: 2.8K

Request: "i have a request for adrian chase x reader where she has to seduce a target after losing rock paper scissors or something, an adrian has to listen to her act really hot towards this creepy douche instead of him and whatever you think would result from that please! love your writing!!"

A/N: My first stab at this was like 6k of just the most feral, unhinged nonsense you've ever seen. This is try four; hope you enjoy! <3

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You sipped your champagne from the flute, using the drink as an opportunity to scan the room.

“He should be by the bar.” John announced, his voice coming in smoothly through the earpiece. Your eyes flicked to the bar, and found the target easily enough.

“Found him.” You murmured over the rim of your glass, taking another sip. Beneath the crisp lights of the crystal chandeliers, you made your way towards the bar, your black gown trailing behind you. You focused on the click of your heels against the polished hardwood floors, and prayed you didn’t eat shit. The strappy heels Emilia had given you were perfect for seduction, and horrible for walking.

It wasn’t the first time you had lost to Emilia Harcourt in rock, paper, scissors; but it was the first time that you had actually hated the assignment. Despite the designer gown and diamonds draped delicately across your neck, you loathed every second you had to stand in the ballroom and be ogled by the rich and the deadly. You were excited to get the mark upstairs, take him out, grab the intel, and bug out.

You weren’t the only one, either. Vij, who normally loved these sorts of events and anything involving murder, had done nothing but complain since the van had been loaded up at HQ.

“Just kill him already.” Vigilante whined in your ear, bringing your attention back to the party at hand. You inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to tell him to shut up as you settled into the crowd easily. In your previous assignments, from before Waller and her Suicide Squad and Peacemaker and the butterflies, you had specialized in this kind of thing. Your usual goals were more aligned with political warfare, crippling regimes, and just generally demolishing established governments. This mark was easy in comparison.

But, of course, you had thrown scissors, when you knew that Harcourt would throw rock. It was uncanny how often you lost to her. You wondered if she could actually read minds, at times.

“Hi, can I get you a drink?” A man asked, coming up to brush his hand against your bare arm, which he left resting against the small of your back. Not the mark, not interested.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m actually waiting on someone.” You told him, a polite smile falling to your lips. He frowned in response.

“That won’t do, a pretty thing like yourself should have company all the time.” You scanned the area and met the mark’s eyes, and when he smiled at you, you pulled your best ‘damsel in distress’ face. His smile faltered, and you ushered him with your eyes.

Hook, line, and sinker. The mark rushed to your side, and you slipped into his side easily.

“There you are, handsome.” You murmured, smiling up at him. He was traditionally handsome, dark haired and lean muscled. Ostensibly, your type. You couldn’t help, though, but wish for green eyes and glasses to be staring down at you, as if you had saved him.

“Looked all over for you, kitten. Thanks for taking care of her, friend.” The mark told the other man quickly, before pulling you away.

“Kitten?” Leota snorted, laughing in your ear.

“Thanks for the save, really. He was a creep.” You told the mark, playfully, sipping your champagne, but staying against his side.

“You saved me. My partner’s were getting into trade logistics for next quarter.” He laughed easily, and lowered his gaze to rake over you. “Name’s Adrian Loman, by the way.”

There it was. The reason you’d been so hesitant to be the honey in this particular pot. The man’s name was Adrian. You tensed waiting for the reaction from Vigilante, your Adrian, but none came. You wondered, with a slight frown, if he had taken his piece out.

He was meant to be waiting on the balcony of Loman’s room, the perfect spot for an ambush, if it came to it.

Despite your experience in the field, despite having done this sort of work your entire adult life, you had never felt more comfortable than you had with Vigilante. You knew he was perceived as an idiot, a loose cannon; but the more you worked with him, the more time you spent with him out of the suit, you knew he was much deeper than that. He was brilliant, actually. He absorbed everything, always, especially if it was about him. He claimed he didn’t experience emotions like other people, that he didn’t care about things, but you had seen him without his mask on. Not the Vigilante mask, but his person mask, the one he put on to “fit” in. You hated it, hated how he acted around Chris, how he pretended.

Somewhere along the way, you dropped your own mask, and let him in. He filled the gaps you didn’t know you had, and just as quickly as he made his way in, you fell for him, hard. If it was your late night tv binges, accompanied with shitty chinese food, or you’re early morning talks as you joined him on his patrols, or if it was how he always held your hand before a mission, rubbing soothing circles in the skin between your forefinger and your thumb; the end was the same. You had fallen in love with Adrian Chase, a man who self-proclaimed not to feel any emotion at all.

You’d been working up the courage to say something, anything to him. You’d thought maybe after an episode of Fargo, or when you surprised him at Fennel Fields after work. The plan was still in the making, of course.

What you didn’t want to have to do was whisper his name all night, in a stranger’s ear, while he listened. Regardless, of how you were feeling, how he was feeling, or anything else, it was just awkward.

“Mr. Loman, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You purred, setting the honey out.

“Please, it’s Adrian. My father was Mr. Loman.” He answered easily, jovial. Bait taken.

“Adrian, then.” You hummed in response, like saying his name lit you on fire. Mostly, because it did. If you could pretend this was your Adrian, maybe it wouldn’t be so insufferable.

“What brings you to this party, kitten?” Loman asked, threading his hand around your waist. You leaned into the feeling, despite how it made your skin crawl.

“Charity, of course. I’m passionate about saving the world’s…whatever it is we’re saving this time. What about you, Adrian, what brings you here tonight?”

“Same for me, whatever it is we’re saving must be important.” He laughed, a sound that seemed to be ripped from his throat.

“I hear our lives will never be the same without it. Finance, then?” You inquired, steering the conversation back to relevant water.

“Oh, I barely go to the office these days. Gotham is too much of a mess, for me.” He tells you, inching closer to something useful.

“You’d think with all these supers running around, and every other asshole putting on a suit, crime would be down.” You muttered, thinking about one suited dork in particular, and sipping your drink.

“You’re funny, kitten. Gonna have to run into you at all these parties.” Loman admits, running his hand across your back, the motion a cheap mimic of the man whose touch you actually want.

“Promise, Adrian?” You asked, murmuring the words, picturing a different man, one whose company you crave.

“Do you want to get out of here? I have a room upstairs.” Loman suggested suddenly, a mischievous smile pulling across his face.

“So, forward!” You teased, lightly nudging his shoulder. “You scandalize me.”

“You scandalized me the moment I saw you. I can’t wait to unwrap you.” He growled, leaning in close to your ear. You grimaced, knowing that everyone could hear, but covered your mouth with a hand, feigning a giggle.

“I can’t believe you found someone who actually wants to have sex with you.” Chris snorted into your ear, and you hoped Loman couldn’t hear the giant idiot over the din of the room.

“I know! I thought, we’re setting a honey pot, right? Then we throw the biggest bitch in the field!”

“Okay, that’s not very nice.” Leota quipped quickly.

“I agree with John, for once. It should have been Emilia, she’s charming and beautiful.” Chris added, speaking over Leota.

“Thanks, Chris.” Emilia said.

“Spectacular rack.” Chris finished, and you could hear Emilia’s groan.

“Okay, let’s wrap this up, yeah?” Leota ended, and you smiled coyly at Loman, before finishing your drink.

You placed your hand on his arm, and leaned up to graze your lips against his jaw.

“Then what’re we waiting for?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He pulled you to the elevator, and punched the button. His hands dipped below your waist, digging into the globes of your ass, and you faked a whimper against him.

You wondered if Adrian was in place, hoping he hadn’t had any trouble, and remembered how his usually bright green eyes had raged dark and dangerous when he’d learned that you were the one going into the gala. He’d walked in as you lost, miserably, to Harcourt.

“What was Ro-Sham-Bo for, guys?” Adrian had asked, walking in with Chris and John.

“Oh, who had to be the honey.” You explained easily, fastening the diamond studs into your ears before grabbing the garment bag from the desk.

“Nope. No way. Not happening.” You paused, and tilted your head at him, a habit you’d picked up from him. His hands went to his hips and his smile was quickly replaced with a frown.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You're not flirting with that guy, no way. He’s a bad guy.” Adrian told you, his tone final, though you knew he hadn’t bothered to read the dossier.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re going to kill him.” You made clear, crossing your arms across your chest, the garment bag hanging loosely over your arm.

“But why you?” He fussed, sounding like a kid who’d lost their favorite toy.

“I lost the rock, paper, scissors.” Your shrug was easy. His jaw clicked audibly, and he shook his head again.

“I hate this. I’ll just kill him.” He told you, narrowing his eyes. You had rolled your eyes, downplaying the seriousness in his tone, hoping that he wouldn’t lose his head again in the moment.

The elevator opened, reminding you of where you were, and you stumbled in as Loman pulled you close. He hit the fifth floor, confirming the level was correct.

“Fifth floor, huh? You paid out big time for our little charity ball, didn’t you?” You asked, running your hand up his chest.

“That’s me, Room 519, balcony view of the bay.”

“I love how the moonlight hits the bay.”

“Well, maybe we’ll take our party out there so we both have views to admire.”

“Jesus.” Emilia mouthed, and you could picture her look of annoyance. Your mind raced back to Vij, and hoped again that he was in place.

The elevator dinged as the doors pulled open, and Loman ushered you down the hall. For your part, you could barely keep up in your strappy heels.

He flicked the hotel key card against the door, and it unlocked, the light turning green. You held your breath, letting Loman walk in first.

To your surprise, the room was empty. You tried to hide your disappointment, you had really expected Vij to be waiting. You knew better, of course. Out of everyone, Adrian never let it get to him, not in the field. Sure, he was a fucking maniac, but he was cool as a fucking cucumber the whole time. You’d seen him slice a guy’s head off and then keep killing people. They were aliens, to be sure, but you’d seen him butcher humans. In the field, he was mechanical, and damn good at it. You wanted him to have your back, everytime.

Loman turned to you, in the dim light of the room, the moon illuminating just the edges through the open window. He slipped his hand into the high slit on your dress, hand grabbing your exposed hip. His smile was predatory, something that sent chills up your spine. You slipped your hand in your clutch, and curled your fingers around your compact pistol.

“I didn’t expect you to be so easy.” He moaned, moving his other hand up to your breast. The grasp was rough, enough for you to call it.

“That’s enough, I think.” You announced, untangling yourself and holding up your pistol. He held his hands up, his face falling quickly.

“I’ll give you anything; you can take whatever you want.” He stammered, eyes fixed on your pistol.

“What’s the security combination for your partner box?” You replied, placing your finger on the trigger. You didn’t plan on killing him, not just yet, but it always sped these things up when the pressure was on.

“1375-9843.” Loman squealed, spilling immediately. You were about to call him out on it, make him worry a bit more, when the patio door opened. You had it completely under control, but seeing the black and teal put you at ease instantly.

Before you could say, or do, anything, Adrian had pulled out a gun and shot Loman in the head. Your mouth fell open, and you just watched, blankly, as he made his way over to you, never having broken his stride.

In your ear, the team was outraged, yelling at Adrian, yelling at you. You removed the piece, and tucked it into your bag just as he reached you.

“So messy.” You teased, glancing down at the blood splatters across your skin and dress. Loman’s blood was pooling up on the thick carpet, and you didn’t even want to think about what a mess that would be to clean.

“Don’t care about that, only about you.” He urged, his arms wrapping around your middle tightly. You’re sure you’ve died, but you shake the thoughts and feelings down. Be professional, right?

“I still need to search the room.” You told him, nuzzling into his hug. His fingers spread across your back, and rubbed slightly. The feeling worked to remove the press of Loman.

“Already did.” He told you, pulling a small USB connector from his pouch. “Just needed you, let’s go.” He ushers, pulling you tight against his chest and onto the balcony. You clutched him tightly, the feeling of his textured suit a balm to the groping you’d endured.

“Thanks. You know, for the assist.” You told him, motioning to Loman. He shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. Not a problem. I was definitely gonna kill that motherfucker.”

“So cringey, right?” You asked, making light of the many horrible come-on lines he’d used. Adrian pulled his mask off to look at you, but remembered his glasses, and put them on.

“No, cause he just talked to you the wrong way.” Adrian explained, slowly.

“Flirty?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah, he had to die.” Adrian told you, sullen.

“For flirting with me?” You reiterated, slowly.

“What are you not getting? I know that was probably weird for you, but I had to kill him. The way he was talking to you, it made me crazy. I had to stop myself from going downstairs and killing him in the lobby. He shouldn’t get to hear you like that.”

“Why not, Adrian?” You responded, trying to steady your heart, which was attempting to beat out of your chest.

“Why not? Why not? Probably ‘cause, I don’t know, you should be saying those things to me. I’m the only Adrian you need. This is making me feel so crazy. I don’t know why. You deserve someone who is good for you, and that, ugly piece of shit, isn’t that.”

“You are good for me, Adrian. You’re a good man, and I–” You started to say, started to confess, but he interrupted.

“You think I’m a good man?” You nod, watching his expression soften, almost into something sad. You smiled sadly at him.

“You are a good person, Adrian. You are worth knowing and loving. You’re my best friend, and there is no one else that I would rather kill bad guys with. Now, kiss me.” You finished, breathless, and closing the distance between you. Happily, he obliged, taking your cheeks delicately between his gloved hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. The searing heat from him was burning off your night with Loman, and as Adrian, your Adrian, ran his hands over you, pulling you closer, you gave in to the feeling. You carded your hands in his hair, and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss.

He pulled back a little, breathing heavily, but running his nose along yours.

“I DVR’d Fargo, for us.” He told you, nipping at your jaw, before kissing the skin.

“Thank god. Let’s get out of here.” You told him, laughing, slipping your hand in his.

“Can you keep that dress? And those heels?”

“Oh, you like this?” You asked, gesturing at the gown.

“You look absolutely devastating.” He told you, in a hushed tone, almost reverential, a rare moment of sincerity.

“You look absolutely devastated, Adrian.” You giggled, kissing him again.

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