#adrian chase x black gender neutral reader
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ADRIAN CHASE | VIGILANTE (peacemaker)
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“Interesting” (Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader)
| Vigilante begs you to team up after seeing you fight once. He stalks you and then refuses to stop bothering you for the rest of one night, so you decide to take him along on a mission. It’s better than the alternative at least.
| Reader is always black unless I say differently
| NSFW, (TW: no sex or sexual hints, canon typical violence and language. Race issues and police brutality discussed some throughout.) - v/n = vigilante name; I just left that up to y’all
| 3k+ words
“Fine, how about this. If you help me out for the rest of the night maybe I’ll consider actually teaming up.” He fist pumps the air and you roll your eyes. “But no more of that black people image stuff either. Stop that shit.”
“Ohhhh. I didn’t mean it like that. I think you’re awesome as fuck, it’s just also good for my image if people see me with you and stuff. I just don’t hang around a lot of black people so I didn’t know how it could come off.”
You nod. Slowly.
“I hope you don’t wonder why.”
Your answer, for whatever reason, makes him crack the hell up. The man quite literally bends over to slap his knee.
You purse your lips with a nod. Okaaaay. Clearly this was going to be a long rest of your night.
You sigh, “Vigilante?”
He straightens up and cocks his head, you get the distinct impression that he’s smiling at you.
“What’s up?”
“The next time you feel like stalking me I will stab your ass.”
“But…what if I shoot you on reflex right before you stab me?”
“That-“ you shake your head and blow out air from you nose. “Alright, fair enough, but stop stalking me.”
Vigilante stands straighter and holds up his right hand. “I won’t stalk you outside of uniform…anymore.”
You stare at him.
“You’ve stalked my civilian identity?”
He laughs, it squeaks out of him.
“Of course noooot. Heh, that would be crazy. It’s not like you go into an alleyway in costume and then leave in civilian clothes out of the same exact alleyway all the time. Which you should probably work on by the way. But nope I’ve totally only trailed you in uniform.”
He nods resolutely as he finishes. His left hand’s also behind his back.
Your lip twitches into a scowl.
“Somehow I don’t believe you, but I refuse to touch that right now,” you turn on your heel and start climbing the fire escape to the roof. “Just don’t get in my way.”
You hear him climbing after you, “Alrighty!”
In your head you start shuffling things around. Vigilante, or anyone else, was not a part of your plan tonight. You worked alone, mostly diffusing couples disputes and small crimes here and there. Mainly what you focused on was fucking with the police officers that came to your side of town looking for something to piss them off. It made you extremely unpopular with them, but that fact made your day regularly. Better you had their attention than some unlucky black kids.
That was your main problem with Vigilante. He might not have realized until recently, but the stuff he killed people for did look bad, and the types of people looked even worse. But you were good at diffusion and subversion, and if you could just get his ass to think some more you could eliminate one more problem.
That would be a win for you.
And you liked to win.
You hop over the corner of the roof, landing silently and making sure not to cast shadows as you run to the other side. You’re glad Vigilante caught on and was moving through the shadows in a similar manner as you.
You need to get closer to the junction between west and south so you hop rooftops and skywalks to get there, almost daring for the other to keep up with you as you flip through the sky. And the man might not be particularly graceful, but he keeps up with you just fine, and he’s got envyable balance.
Sometimes.
He does slip on an ac unit he didn’t make out in the moonlight at one point. You’re fast enough to catch him, but not strong enough to pull his heavy ass back up, so it takes about three minutes off of your initial schedule before he’s able to catch his footing and use you to pull himself up.
Normally, since you always planned ahead, three minutes wouldn’t do a damn thing to hinder you. Vigilante had messed with that spectacularly though. You’d had to take a few minutes to assess what to do after noticing him following you, divert your path so you could corner him, and then take even more minutes finding out what his deal was. In total it’d taken you roughly 30 minutes to get back on mission, and the three wasted just now tick down in the back of your mind.
You naw on the inside of your lip while walking off. You’ve reached your destination, the cut off between the west and the beginning of the small patch of suburbs that took over some of the south side.
“Good?”
“Yup! Thanks for that, you’re pretty strong.”
“Not strong enough to save time,” you chirp back.
“Save time?”
You nod, stopping in the middle of the roof, Vigilante comes up beside you.
“Yeah, I like to plan. You gotta be able to throw away a plan when it’s hindering more than helping, of course, but they keep me from going in blind. Keep me from getting killed.”
He lapses into silence and so you move past his question and gesture him to the far side of the roof. You both hunker down and look over the edge.
“So did I like…mess with your timetable?”
“You did indeed,” you tap the side of your head. “But I planned for this possibility so I’ve traveled from curbing the urge to kill you to curbing the urge to maim you. So you’re fine enough for now.”
He nods, “That’s good.”
You scoff, “Sure.”
He doesn’t mind your tone, instead softly clapping his hands and then rubbing them together.
“Alright so since you haven’t told me yet, what’s the plan?”
“Don’t remind me,” you murmur.
Vigilante was an unknown you wouldn’t have normally let slide, but you had zero idea how to get rid of him without getting yourself killed also. So you’d let him follow you some more, but at least you could see him this time around.
You suck your teeth. Why was today so goddamn irritating.
“You see the house across from us? It looks kind of decrepit but that’s just the outside, on the inside is where all the really corrupt cops hang out. Now, I think the whole systems fucked beyond repair, but these guys definitely got to go,” you watch him as you speak. The mask isn't giving you much but he hasn’t stopped nodding along with you so you take that as a good enough sign.
“You still with me?”
“Yup! Cops suck ass, these ones suck harder, you want them outta your way.”
Behind your mask your eyebrows raise excitedly. “Exactly.” Your brows furrow soon after. “You don’t want to know what they’ve been doing?”
Vigilante shrugs, “Not really. If you say they’re bad guys I trust you.” He waves his hands. “But by all means if it fits with your plan you can run me through it. I got a pretty good idea already though, but it’s not like I can go after almost a whole precinct by myself so…”
He shrugs again. You just look at him.
Well.
“Interesting,” you snort and lean into his space. “Hmm. You’re workable yet, Vigilante.”
“Hmm good or hmm bad?”
“Hmm, undecided,” you murmur. He’s watching you just as hard as you're watching him before you blink yourself out of it.
You turn your head, “Let me get through the rest of the plan and then follow my lead. Got it?”
“100 percent, Temporary Boss.”
He even adds a little solute. Cute.
- - -
“Holy balls!”
From the back room you’re in you hear Vigilante yell and the sound of wood crashing against the wall a second later.
Seems like he’s having fun.
You shuffle backwards, dodging the meat cleaver in the hand of one of the three men that liked to ramp up and down your neighborhood causing trouble the most. You crouch, move to punch him in the dick, and when he keels over you pick up the cleaver he dropped then roll to the side.
When you bounce to your feet the redhead’s recovered enough that he’s standing (?). Though he’s bent over, halfway between the desire to lash out at you and to protect his nethers. You laugh and then fling the cleaver.
Before he can react it plants itself into his skull. He keels over. You go to stand over the man and watch as his body twitches and his eyes rove around. You spit. The thick glob lands on his chin and begins dripping into his clavicle as someone screams out behind you.
You whip around to face the source.
“You're crying out for this piece of shit?”
Taking in the badge clipped to her belt you scoff. “Well yeah makes sense.”
A dagger flies out of your hand and into the muzzle of her gun as she fires the firearm a blink later. The gun explodes and the woman screams. You move closer as she’s busy being distraught over her mangled hands and kick her in the face. She falls back in the doorway and you pick up one of the burning hot pieces of what’s left of your dagger and shove it deep into her throat.
You leave her to die to turn your attention to the man you saw run into the closet when you broke down the entrance.
Snatching the doors open you watch as he frightfully takes in your dark silhouette staring down at his huddled form.
“Please I didn’t do anything to him. That was just them.”
Your jaw ticks as you study him.
“But you did stand there and watch, did you not?”
He did. You’d fucking seen him not do anything as Khalid screamed, as Fatima screamed with her son. The police had confiscated the video from his father’s phone, but you’d gone into evidence to find it.
He shakes his head, “I -I uh.”
You roll your eyes, already knowing whatever excuse he’s searching for is irrelevant.
One of your daggers cuts through his shoulder as you hear Vigilante come up beside you. He shows up in your peripheral with his gun drawn and you both watch the man struggle, weakly reaching for his slippery shoulder as he wiggles around.
You sigh, “Last week he watched a child be beaten to death with a smile with everyone else in this house. Some of them held back the people trying to get to Khalid as the big guy over there-” you nod to the redhead with a cleaver in his head. “killed him. Then of course some of them simply didn’t do anything.”
Your voice takes on a mocking edge towards the end as you revel in the man staring down the barrel of Vigilante’s gun.
“Huh,” said man grunts before you hear the click of his weapon. “Sounds like a bad guy to me.”
You don’t fight the smirk on your face as the officer looks up at you two with wide shining eyes. The gunshot rings around the space alongside the sound of his body thumping softly on the floor.
You get your dagger back from him and then you both start to leave the room.
“So you do all of this to get back at these types of guys?”
“For the most part, I guess. It’s not the kind of vengeance Fatima wants, and she’ll pray for them a little, yeah, but she won’t miss them. What I do is draw attention so that she can fight with the courts, and the precinct is so busy dealing with me they can’t start forging shit and forcing false confessions.”
“What I do is a distraction, it's not a solution. I just make it a little easier for the people that have a solution to get shit done,” you smile. “And abate my own separate…needs.”
“So…what’s that mean exactly?”
“It means I’ve got a lot of anger and the cause of some of it is ripe for the picking. Call it reparations. Or don’t, I don’t give a fuck.”
You bend down to retrieve another one of your daggers in the doorway. You’re fully aware that what you do isn’t some righteous deed, but it’s not meant to be. A good part of what you do is because things need to change, but some of it is your own penchant for violence. You’d be doing things like everyone else if you didn’t enjoy killing.
But people didn’t become vigilantes because they were mentally stable.
Vigilante nods slowly, “Well I kill because it’s fun. But only bad guys.”
“I did catch that, yes,” you respond while yanking your dagger out of the woman you took care of after you cleavered the big redhead.
You both step over her to get to the main room.
He stands at the back door while you take another knife out of someone else you took out. You take in the six people he killed.
“You are excessively violent…creative even,” you tilt your head, taking in the deliberate way one person is skewed through with two wooden armrests. “Really creative.”
Vigilante shrugs.
“Yup, and youuuu are very sloppy. Though you have amazing aim.”
You wipe the blood from the third knife on your pant leg.
“Well not everyone went to school for this shit,” you shrug. “But thanks.”
“You’re very welcome, and I didn’t go to school either.” He pauses. “I’m just a natural badass.”
You make sure to look right at him as you roll your eyes. It’s a full body action and he laughs.
You both briefly lapse into silence. You grab and sheath a fourth knife as he watches you.
“You know who I think we’re like?”
You grunt at his words, busy going back around to pick up your throwing knives. You pull a fifth one from some guy's jugular as you answer him.
“No, but I know what you’re like: Goofy. Now are you gonna help me with this or not?”
Vigilante snorts quietly but starts pulling knives from bodies without complaint. You murmur another thanks to him.
“You think I’m goofy?”
You hear him grunt a little as he bends down to dig one of your weapons out from where it's embedded into a woman’s stomach. At his tone you glance over at him and see he’s more hunched than he should be even as he stands to get a second knife.
Did he just sound disappointed? You sigh, a few hours ago you wouldn’t have been able to toss out a stray fuck towards this jackass’s feelings and now here you were.
“I mean, not in a bad way, you’re just unfamiliar.” His head’s still hanging off his shoulders though, so behind your mask you huff and try again. “You’re surprisingly fun Vigilante, and I’d be up to doing this again if you are.”
Physically the change isn’t egregious but the way he visibly perks to listen more closely is. So is the way his voice lilts up.
“Really?” The next knife he pulls out he then flips, blood and sinew splatter on his suit. It doesn’t make much difference.
He sounds like he’s shocked but you figure that’s fair, you hadn’t exactly wanted him anywhere near you two hours ago.
“Mhm,” you nod, twisting a knife from someone’s neck and watching the blood spurt weakly out at you. Fun. You wonder if he choked to death before the blood loss got to him.
You’re startled from your light musings when Vigilante cheers.
“Oh yeah, you like me! V/n likes me!”
You chuckle and point at him as you pull your last knife from someone’s femur.
“I'm giving you a chance,” you correct in a similar musical tone as him.
He doesn’t at all stop his celebrating, just points back at you after dancing in a circle.
“You’re giving me a chance!”
It’s a ridiculous dance and it goes on for almost two minutes. You join in at around the last 30 seconds. It’d have been pretty lame to just stand around watching him dance like a killjoy. Which is absolutely the main reason you joined in.
The only reason.
Hem.
He hands over your knives in varying states of covered in blood and eventually you both resettle, you morso than Vigilante, who keeps dancing while he talks.
“So we’re officially doing team ups now, right?”
You narrow your eyes at him, jaw working for a couple moments before you nod once.
“As long as we work on the way you chose your targets,” you speak over his now whispered chant. He nods, helmet rattling some at the speed, while still doing a tamer version of his happy dance.
His whole body is vibrating with energy when he holds out his hand for you. You don’t think too long before you clasp it back.
“Deal!”
The two of you shake on it.
You wouldn’t mind having his energy bothering you more often. You suppose he’s not too much of a problem.
For the rest of your time you do a typical circuit route.
You help Max and his grandfather move supplies into their family shop, Tamar breaks her foot and she lets you carry her back to her mom (Vigilante carrying her scooter).
Trinity and Iyaka tip you to escort them to their cars, which you would’ve done for free, but you weren’t gonna pass up money either. They watch Vigilante funny but otherwise don’t speak on it, sticking closer to you. If the other notices he doesn’t comment.
You go to the grocery and Mrs. Linda waves at you from the main register, you buy a candy bar for one of the little kids so Mr. Jackson will stop staring at him so hard (technically it’s Vigilante’s money but still), and you get sandwiches to give to the group of kids that are always playing at the community park.
Throughout the morning Vigilante almost stabs himself in the foot, you laugh, you trip over some uneven sidewalk and he returns your same energy in kind, then the quiet of early morning turns to the stirring noises of daybreak and you wind down.
It’s not until the light starts peeking in the horizon, you’re out longer than usual and you're taking in the sun cresting in the sky that you usually don’t see, that he remembers what he was going to say earlier.
“Oh!” He bumps your shoulders while you two are walking to his Vigilante Mobile (which you quickly find out is just his regular ass car -and he was talking to you about keeping your secret identity safe). “Earlier I was trying to say that we’re like Kirk and Spock. Oh! Or like Han and Leia since she’s a lady and they’re cooler.”
You huff, but a smile still manages to etch itself to your face.
“Whatever floats your boat, Vig.”
NOTE: I’m just telling a story. You make your own decisions and form your own options. Bye. Hope you enjoyed!
Is this too much? Not enough? Constructive feedback would be lovely.
And my gun knowledge is rudimentary at best just so we’re all adequately aware.
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adrian chase/vigilante headcanons
x civilian/anti-hero reader + x black plus-size gnc reader
sfw and nsfw tones included
has these moments of cockiness and it either pisses you off or…
with that said he likes your hand wrapped around his neck
trans
adopts your phrases really quick
sounds like an echo of you sometimes
backs you up in any argument even if you’re losing
likes to stand close to you
^^sniffing your scent and/or playing with your clothes
when you guys spar he kinda pulls punches even though you don’t. taunting him makes him loosen up
enjoys throwing your body around//picks you up randomly
“look what i just learned how to do. are you looking? i’ll wait. ok ready?”
needy lil baby.
nuzzles into you whenever he’s close
clear frustration when he can’t get your attention
naps with his head in your lap and his face in your stomach
“i can hear your insides”
stares at you when you’re asleep and it scares the hell out of you to wake up with his wide ass eyes on you
forgets to take his meds a majority of the time. def ignores reminders/alarms to finish a story or joke he was telling at the time
puffs out his chest. not even for dominance or anything that’s just his posture
he has a really good arch 🧎🏿
likes to make you laugh + hear any variation of it
uses babe/baby a lot
sings in the shower
gets you to sit in his lap as much as possible
“let’s do it with our masks on”
you know he stalks you and just consider him a guard dog at some point
^actually did catch someone following you home while he was following you home and brought them to your front step all bloodied up and gagged :3
dad jokes
has this look in his eyes when you talk that gives you butterflies
you regret taking him to the club for the first time
^he became the center of multiple dance circles and kept pointing you out to join him
when your assignments are different during a mission, he makes sure to put to use the very long list of call and response phrases he’s forced you to learn
^knows he’s annoying but every time you respond, he smiles with relief
is very soft intimacy-wise
very low whimpers and light gasps
hesitant to grip you tightly at times,,,wants to treat you as gentle as possible
rough when riled up/has pent up emotions,,more of a power bottom then
favors backshots,,always melts in your grip
makes you food for aftercare
does his lil dancey dances with only his mask and normal clothing on,,,will perform multiple songs for you
ah…🧍🏿
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zombieland (adrian chase x reader)
Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader
Summary: It’s time for the 11th Street Kids’ movie night and Adrian gets to pick the movie that the team will be watching tonight.
Word Count: 1.7k
Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, movie night, drinking, domestic fluff
Warnings: drinking and a shit ton of fluff and banter!
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Fighting crime and working with a black ops team in your free time is fun, you can’t lie, but sometimes you need a break. Sometimes all of the 11th Street Kids desperately needs a break, which is why every so often you and the team have a movie night. Every few weeks movie night is held at someone’s house where you all get shitfaced, watch a movie together, and have some fun. The system you have in place to decide on movies is picking a name from a hat, whoever’s name is chosen gets to pick the movie, and the movies are strictly comedies – you all have seen enough traumatic shit from missions, so horror and movies that fuck with your mind are out of the picture, comedies are the way to go!
This week, movie night was being held at you and Adrian’s apartment, and after putting out an assortment of drinks, mostly beer, and making the place look somewhat presentable, slowly, everyone began to arrive.
Leota and Keeya arrived first with John, minutes later Emilia and Chris trailed in. Everyone dropped off the cases of beers they brought for the night in the kitchen and sat in their respective seats, leaving the recliner for you and Adrian to share. Emilia had the hat and pieces of papers of everyone’s names to decide who picks the movie tonight and while she was getting that out, you and Adrian were in the kitchen getting drinks and making popcorn for everyone.
“I swear to GOD it better not be Adrian again…” Leota sarcastically said because Adrian somehow gets chosen the most, you laughed from the kitchen and Adrian put down a beer and turned around to face her.
“Hey it’s not my fault the universe wants me to pick the movies! Sorry I just have better taste than all of you guys,” he replied, Emilia rolled her eyes and Chris huffed a laugh. "Not you though, babe, you have amazing taste," he whispered to you and nudged your shoulder, you beamed at his compliment. As the team chattered, you and Adrian gave everyone cold beers from the fridge and big bowls of popcorn, then you both made your way to your shared seat.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Emilia jokingly stated as she held out the hat for Keeya to pick. When movie night first started you all agreed that Keeya, the most sane one in the group, should pick the name from the hat, so tonight that’s what she did. She playfully rubbed her hands together readying herself to pick a name, stuck her hand in the hat, shuffled the papers around and promptly chose one. She unfolded it and immediately began giggling.
“Take a wild guess…” she started, looking up at everyone, groans filled the room. Chris began full on belly laughing while everyone shook their heads disapprovingly, a small grin grew on your face, and Adrian looked around at everyone’s faces skeptically.
“Who is it?” Adrian questioned not catching on, you patted his leg.
“You, babe,” you confirmed, his face lit up and he pumped his fist in excitement.
“Yes!” he said while swiftly standing up, “I know exactly what to watch!” he enthusiastically said as he walked over to your shared DVD collection.
Everyone sighed and you couldn’t stop smiling, you love the movies he chooses so you never have a problem with him being chosen all the time – you both have the same taste in movies so whatever he picks you know you’ll like it.
“This is so fuckin’ unfair, like how the fuck does he always get picked?” Chris wondered while taking a big gulp from his beer, John shrugged, “must be rigged!” he added, you chuckled at his annoyance. You looked to Adrian who was scanning through the movies to find the one that he had in mind.
“For the record I just think this is hilarious,” you state, teasing the team. Leota and Keeya both scoffed laughs and Chris flipped you off with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Well of course you do,” Leota replied, Emilia tipped her beer to her, “you two like all the same shit so it’s like you’re also picking what we watch,” your face flushed at what you took to be a compliment.
“Shit I don’t even think I’ve gotten to pick a movie yet!” John exclaimed, Leota snorted and Em chuckled.
“Your time will come,” you joked, he rolled his eyes.
“We need a new system…” Chris announced, Leota shook her head and hummed in agreement.
“I’m down for a new system too,” Emilia piped up, you shook your head playfully. Adrian finally decided on a movie and pulled it from the shelf, then showed everyone the DVD he chose.
“Zombieland!” he eagerly said, with hope filling his eyes. “It’s funny, a bit gory, nothing we haven’t seen before am I right,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “but it’s a good laugh!” he quickly looked around waiting for people’s reactions but landed on you and met your gaze, you grinned happily at him, he knows you like this movie, and you know he loves this movie.
“Solid choice, babe!” you told him, a smile grew on his face, “haven’t seen this for a while!”
“Okay, shockingly,” John paused and raised his brows, “I’m not mad at this choice,” he said, Adrian shook his head in triumph.
“Yeah, it’ll do,” Emilia added, you instantly peer over to her and Adrian furrowed his brows at her statement.
“Hold on…” you waved your hands to pause the conversation, “you’re not upset at this movie choice?” you queried at her.
“I actually like this movie, sue me,” she joked, you smiled to her and Adrian’s eyes grew big, he looked thrilled that he finally picked something Emilia liked, she’s kinda picky – no she’s really picky when it comes to movie night.
“Yeah… this movie funny. Vig you finally picked one we aren’t annoyed with, good job,” Chris teased as he sipped his beer, Adrian let out a big of relief and pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead.
“Fuck yeah it is,” Adrian cheered as he popped the DVD out of the case and put it into the DVD player. He grabbed the remote and threw himself on the recliner next to you, practically squishing you. You got into a comfy position and Adrian began clicking through the trailers at the beginning of the movie.
“I actually haven’t seen this movie before,” Keeya bashfully admitted, Adrian gasped loudly, there was a short period of time where he was obsessed with Zombieland, so to know this is her first time watching it excited him.
“Ditto,” Leota added, and Adrian dramatically gasped again, even louder this time.
“O.M.G. you guys are totally gonna love it!” Adrian declared.
“OH we need a drinking game!” you reminded everyone and looked around, everyone nodded in agreement. Chris then took out his phone and starting swiping, looking up a game for you guys to play during the movie.
“Easy, found one! And this one doesn’t have a shit ton of rules so that’s good,” he stated as he continued reading, Adrian nodded, the less rules the better when it comes to your movie nights. After one movie night of watching the movie ‘Superbad’ with a game that had a shit ton of rules, you all got too shitfaced and couldn't even finish the movie.
“What’re the rules?” Adrian asked while shaking in your shared seat with excitement, Chris cleared his throat.
“Drink whenever a rule shows up on the screen, when you hear a character named after a location, when you hear “twinkies,” and when you hear “Zombieland,” everyone got it?” Chris asked, everyone nodded, and Adrian asked him to repeat them again so he made sure he got all of them, you were happy he asked again because you needed to hear them again as well. After repeating the rules once again Adrian smiled.
“Got it! This is gonna be funnnnnn! Oh, maybe we could take a sip when there’s a cool kill, I mean there’s a lot of cool kills in this movie, like so many, but like we could also drink whenever Tallahassee breaks something, he gets frustrated very easily it's funny, OOH and-”
“Let’s just stick to what Chris said and drink whenever else we want?” John suggested, cutting Adrian off from his long-winded ramble.
"Play the damn movie," Emilia guestered, he sighed and shook his head in defeat as he pressed play to start the film, you took his hand.
“I’ll play that with you, Ade,” you whisper to him, trying to cheer him up a bit, his cheeks turned pink and he squeezed your hand.
“Awesome, babe, thanks!” he smiled and pecked your cheek. You let go of his hand to scooch into a more comfortable spot as the movie began, and he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him. Adrian had to restrain himself from quoting the whole movie, he knew every word of it, fuck even you had to control yourself from quoting some of it, the team gets very annoyed at you both for talking while watching stuff, and you have learned to try to just talk when it’s only the two of you.
The movie played and after mere minutes of seeing a few of Columbus’s rules and hearing some states, you all finished your first beers. Chris generously brought in new ones for everyone and the game continued. You and Adrian both kept looking over at Leota and Keeya to see if they were liking the movie, and they were laughing a bunch, so they seemed to be enjoying it for their first watch which you both appreciated.
Drunken laughs filled the room and popcorn flew at you and Adrian when you couldn’t stop yourselves from discussing the movie with each other. The festivities continued on with more and more empty bottles crowding the table and multiple new rounds of popcorn being made. You and Adrian warmly cuddled with each other and enjoyed the presence of your friends, and you all enjoyed the night of fun until everyone eventually fell asleep from being absolutely plastered.
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Is it too much of me to ask for Bruce Wayne x Reader x Adrian Chase?
gotham's triptych
pairing: bruce wayne x adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)
rating: e+
word count: 5,168
one-sentence synopsis: the three defenders of gotham knock off a little early tonight to take care of themselves.
author's note: i tried to keep my descriptions of the reader's genitalia as gender neutral as possible as well!!! i hope everyone enjoys the brainworms that are currently FEASTING on me!!!!!!!! i NEED bruce and adrian to both take care of me!!!!!!!!!
read on ao3!
Batman works alone.
Except— Not really. Not anymore, anyway.
Maybe that used to be true, that Batman would prowl the streets of Gotham, lurking alone in every shadow, an ever-present spirit in all senses of the word. It’s been some time since Batman truly worked alone, however. Not since you and Adrian relocated to the East Coast; not since (Y/S/N) and Vigilante started pitching in to help Batman battle Gotham’s rogues.
Not since the three of you did more than fall into fighting together; you fell into bed together, too. You fell into step with one another, becoming one seamless unit.
Though technically you and Adrian have your own apartment in the heart of the city, you spend most of your time on the outskirts, in the fringes of Gotham where Wayne Manor sprawls, palatial, cascading and sweeping grounds of lost buildings and overgrown wood-growth.
It’s through these trees that the three of you now rocket. Bruce navigates the Batmobile seamlessly, weaving between thick trunks that you’re sure you would collide with if you were the one behind the wheel.
Beside you, Adrian is talking a mile a minute, his voice slightly muffled by his mask, still tugged down over his face. “We showed him his whole ass! We really fucking nailed him, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, we did,” you agree, and Adrian whoops, practically throwing himself up out of his seat. You wrestle him back down, laughing, and Adrian reaches across you to smack at Bruce’s arm.
“When you threw that guy at me and I stabbed him in the fucking shoulder?” he exclaims. “Oh, the fucking coolest—”
You have to admit, when the three of you had first gotten together, you weren’t sure how this was going to work. Bruce is so strictly against killing people, whereas Adrian is more than willing to kill someone if he catches them stealing so much as a lollipop from a child. Through you, they were able to find a middle ground, and then a balance. Though it took time, they not only loved you, but loved each other, until the three of you loved and supported each other regardless of your differing views and approaches.
You do have to compromise when you work together, though. The agreement is that you and Vigilante don’t kill in Gotham, and Batman doesn’t ask or get involved when you two have to return to the 11th Street Kids for a mission that might involve more than minor loss of life.
Adrian whoops again, banging his hands down rhythmically on the dashboard in front of him. “Fuuuuuck,” he draws out loudly, then leans back, flinging his arm across your shoulders where you sit between him and Bruce in the front of the Batmobile. His fingers trail along Bruce’s bare cheek until they meet his cowl, tapping up into the space under his eye. You can see his fingertip get smudged with black in the process. “We’re the fucking coolest.”
Bruce’s lips twitch, and he says, “You just like to show off.”
“So?” Adrian demands. You laugh; Bruce actually smiles this time. “Who wouldn’t want to show off? I’m one of the most badass heroes in the entire country— and I’m coast-to-coast— and I’m kicking ass and licking dick with two of the greatest people who have ever lived.”
“Jesus Christ,” you laugh. Adrian squeezes Bruce’s shoulder through the heavy armor of the suit. You’re sure he can’t feel it, but he reaches up and puts his hand over Adrian’s for just a moment, glove over glove.
“Not inaccurate,” Bruce comments, and you nudge his thigh. He flickers a smile again.
You’re about to reply, but then the ground is rising up above your heads, the tunnel in the earth that leads to the subterranean Batcave opening up to accept the three of you. Bruce steers the Batmobile with expert precision, navigating like a bullet, until you’re coming to a silent, slamming halt in the darkened Cave.
Adrian’s already pushing the top open, hoisting himself up and out before turning to offer you a hand to do the same. Bruce puts his hands on your waist to lift you up to him, passing you from his arms to Adrian’s.
“Careful,” Bruce murmurs, taking care with the ankle you rolled earlier. You know it’s not broken, and probably barely even sprained, but he and Adrian had both overreacted, and were continuing to do so.
“I got ‘em,” Adrian assures him. Once you’re out of the Batmobile, he takes your weight, pulling your arm around his shoulders, letting you lean into his side.
“It’s really not that bad,” you tell them. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“If you don’t take care of it now,” Bruce says, following the two of you out, “it will only get worse.” He stops you both once you’re in the proper central part of the Batcave so he can scoop you up, sitting you on top of one of the work tables. Adrian hurriedly clears papers and tiny bits of gadgetry off so you can sit more comfortably. Bruce looks you in the eye, bright blue meeting you firmly from the other side of his cowl. “Then we’ll have something to worry about.”
“He’s got a point,” Adrian agrees, and you scowl at him, too. He finally tugs his mask off, freeing his red face and his crushed-flat curls, breathless as he smiles at you. “Now, don’t make that face. There’s nothing wrong with us wanting to keep all your joints attached to you.”
Bruce kneels to unlace your boot and work it carefully off. Your ankle may not be broken, but it does hurt, and you bite back a hiss as the motion jostles you, sending a bolt of pain up your leg.
Adrian squeezes your shoulder, says, “You’re taking it like a champ, champ. Grin and bear it. I’ll get you some ice.”
He darts off to Bruce’s storage freezer specifically for his multiple industrial ice packs. Bruce keeps his focus downwards, removing your sock so he can examine your ankle himself. After a beat, he reaches up and tugs his cowl off, letting it hang off down his back instead so he can get a better look.
“This’ll hurt,” Bruce apologizes to you, eyes flickering up. He’s got such ridiculously long eyelashes, you can’t help but notice. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you tell him. He nods, then returns his attention to your ankle. You can already see the bruising where you landed when you twisted it, when the joint gave and fell under you when you were tackled sideways. You’d honestly expected your ankle to snap, so you’re pretty happy with this much milder turn of events.
The way Bruce and Adrian had both shouted when they saw you go down, though, lingers in the back of your mind, a fire that burns in the bone marrow of your spine.
“Here we go,” Adrian says, sliding back to take a knee beside Bruce. He passes off one of their several first aid kits to Bruce. He keeps himself busy pushing the ice pack to your ankle, asking, “How’s that feel, babe? Better?”
You nod, tell him, “Yeah, thank you,” and he kisses the inside of your knee. You lean forward, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, and he twists up into your touch like a particularly affectionate cat, pushing his head further into your hand.
“Hold on,” Bruce says. “I’m going to wrap this.”
You nod, and your grip tightens slightly in Adrian’s hair as Bruce takes your ankle again and starts evenly, tightly wrapping it with bandages to keep the muscles supported and help them recover. He makes quick work of it, and you breathe evenly, keeping a steady head until it’s done. It really doesn’t hurt that bad, especially when you compare it to some of the worse injuries the three of you have managed to collect. On a night like this, when the worst of it is a rolled ankle— and not even on one of the men you care about, but on you, which is vastly preferable to you— you can’t help but feel lucky.
“There,” Bruce says, his hands lingering as he fastens the end of the bandage with a small metal clasp, hooked into the fabric. When he’s finished, he hesitates, then leans in, drawing your leg just a bit closer with a hand around your calf to kiss the inside of your leg, just below your knee.
“Thank you,” you tell him, and he nods before standing. He offers you a hand at the same time Adrian does, so you take both of them, letting them support your weight between them, even if it isn’t strictly necessary.
“What time is it?” Adrian asks.
Bruce seems to check nothing at all before he informs you both, “Just after two o’clock.”
“Dope!” Adrian squeezes your waist where his hand is supporting you. “We have plenty of time before sunrise.”
The three of you are not necessarily functional during the day, but you do at least try to get some sleep before the sun rises, if you get a chance. When you turn to Adrian to ask him what, exactly, he’s planning on you doing if not sleeping, he seizes the chance to steal a kiss, turning just enough to claim your lips with his.
Bruce’s arm is still around you, and you lean into Adrian, letting him deepen the kiss for a moment before you separate. When you withdraw, eyes flickering up to meet his, your heart quickens a bit.
“He’s right,” Bruce agrees behind you. You shift a bit to look back at him, but you don’t get there before Bruce is ducking down to press his lips to the space just behind your ear, warm breath over thin skin.
Breathless, you say, “Well—” but your words cut off again when Adrian drops his own head to kiss your throat on the other side. Caught between the two of them, unable to move, your heart rabbits in your throat. “I suppose if— If you insist.”
Bruce huffs a low chuckle over your skin.
“If we insist,” Adrian comments to him, and you feel the twist of his own smile against your skin. “Do we insist, B?” Bruce nods, his head brushing yours as he does. “And there you have it, babe. Now, c’mere—”
Adrian abruptly drops and knocks your knees out from under you, sweeping you up into his arms in a too-fast rush. Your breath rushes from your lungs, and then you’re steady again against Adrian’s chest.
He navigates Wayne Manor like he’s never been here before, despite the fact that the both of you know the place pretty well. He is fairly distracted, still trying to kiss you while he’s carrying you. It ends up being left to Bruce to actually lead you to his bedroom.
Well— Technically, it’s only his bedroom. You and Adrian don’t actually live here, not technically, not really. You want to— You think you might soon— But you don’t know how to make that next step. Even if it is only Bruce’s bedroom, though— technically— it feels like it belongs to all three of you. Bruce’s heavy curtains across the windows, his rich covers on the overlarge bed, his journals and papers spread across the sprawling dark wood of his desk. Adrian’s books collected on shelves against the wall, his sweaters abandoned on the chair in the corner, his basket of embroidery beside the bed. Your clothes scattered by the laundry, your computer stored on the side table, your shoes by the door.
A room for the three of you to just be. Here, you don’t have to protect anybody but yourselves; you don’t have to be anybody but yourselves. You don’t have to be Batman, and Vigilante, and (Y/S/N). You barely have to be Bruce, and Adrian, and (Y/N). Instead, you become one unit together, you-and-you-and-me, inseparable.
Adrian deposits you in the center of Bruce’s bed. While Adrian had left it a mess that morning, Bruce had taken the time to halfway make it. It looks like Alfred still did what he always does, though, and came in at some point to make it more neatly, tightly-tucked hospital corners.
Those corners come loosely undone as Adrian starts unfastening your pants and tugging them down and off. Bruce helps him so he doesn’t jostle your ankle too much in the process, and, between the two of them, they make quick work of what remains of your costume.
Now, when you’re bare, you feel like it’s a little unfair that they’re both in their full armor. When Adrian starts to climb back up into bed, you reach out, pushing him away.
“Everything off first,” you instruct him. Looking from him to Bruce, you firmly say, “You, too. No suits in bed tonight.”
Bruce reaches up to start removing his armor, but Adrian beats him to it. Rather than taking off his own suit first, Adrian starts working on Bruce’s. He takes it apart piece by piece, depositing them aside less carefully than Bruce might, but more carefully than he would with his own things, which you consider a win.
You watch Bruce watching Adrian while he does it, feeling an indescribable feeling shivering through you. Through Bruce doesn’t often vocalize what life was like before the two of you showed up, you know enough of it to know that he was not only horribly, unspeakably lonely, but also believed himself to be— repressed, in many ways. Afraid to feel and afraid to reach out and afraid to let himself love.
Now, that doesn’t seem further from the truth. You can see love and feeling and closeness in Bruce’s expression as his eyes track Adrian while he undresses him. It’s a specific kind of intimacy, an unspoken sort.
Bruce utilizes it in turn, flipping Adrian back when he’s undressed so he can do the same to him. Vigilante’s armor ends up in the same pile as yours and Batman’s, a heap of bulletproof fabric and Kevlar and leather that still vaguely smells like rain and blood. The three of you are already sweat-sticky; you resolve to shower later, knowing it would only be useless now.
“C’mere,” you finally allow, reaching out with one hand. Adrian climbs up onto the bed without hesitating, sliding up over you until he’s straddling your waist, dipping down to kiss you.
The bed dips behind you, Bruce’s weight sinking the mattress just slightly by your head. You let your eyes drift open in the split second before Bruce is slotting himself along your side and Adrian’s, his hand winding around your chest between you, his lips finding your throat. Adrian bruises your lips while Bruce does the same thing to your skin.
“Please,” you say, and Adrian sighs against your mouth, his lips turning up into a smile you can feel.
“Please what?” he asks. He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Please touch you? Please kiss you? Please fuck you—”
“Please,” you repeat, “All of that, yes, please—”
Bruce huffs a laugh, breath spreading down your skin, ghosting over the wet patch he’s left. You can feel the slight sting of a welcome bruise there.
“Your fucking mouth,” Adrian groans. His hand drops, his bright eyes focused on you, jade that shines like the jewels they are when his thumb pushes into the center of your bottom lip, drawing it down. “I want to fuck it. Can I?”
You nod, a spark shooting down to explode in your stomach, desire and lust that slither through you like pulsing waves of flame. Beside you, Bruce makes a low, desperate sound in response.
“You can, too, if you ask,” Adrian reminds him. “But you’ll have to ask nicely.”
You’re already laughing, and Bruce’s hand threads up to cup your face, turning you in so he can drag his nose along yours. He pauses just before he kisses you, his lips brushing yours when he tells you both, “I want—” then stops again.
“C’mon,” Adrian coaxes him. He sits back on your lap, his cock already most of the way hard and flushed. He takes himself in hand almost absently, stroking himself once, twice as he watches Bruce. “We won’t know if you don’t say, c’mon.”
“Can I fuck you?” Bruce asks, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.
Adrian’s hand smooths down the broad planes of Bruce’s back, soaring over scars and hard muscle. You nod jerkily, welcoming the touch when Adrian’s fingers move from Bruce to you, unhesitant as he shifts from body to body.
“Yeah,” you tell Bruce. You swallow thickly, and he drops his head in, his eyes fluttering shut so he can dive into a kiss with you.
His kiss is deep, then deeper, licking behind your teeth with a smoldering heat that builds steadily into a blaze, burning and growing and burning and growing until you’re practically writhing between the two of them. Bruce at your side, holding you in place, and Adrian above you, pinning you to the bed, keep you from going anywhere, and you couldn’t feel more secure here, more turned on, more held.
“Okay, here we go,” Adrian says, and hauls himself up and off of you. You’re eager to get in between them, a familiar position and a favorite for the three of you.
You get onto your hands and knees with rapid speed, and Adrian draws up in front of you, taking your chin in his hand. His thumb strokes along the skin under your eye, holding you there as Bruce climbs up behind you in bed. You can feel the heat of him just before he drapes over your back, leaning over your head to kiss Adrian.
You can hear the slick sound of their kiss, a hot, wet exchange before Adrian makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. It sends a rocket of lust through you, and your thighs clench, body wanting to be filled with nothing in it yet. Bruce exhales into the kiss, and you make an involuntary sound, wriggling between them.
Bruce separates from the kiss. You see Adrian’s already grinning, and he draws your face back up as Bruce repositions behind you. His fingers slip between your thighs, trailing from the inside of your knee up until he’s almost touching your core. Every single tiny bit of skin he touches lights up, and your head starts to fall forward when you can’t hold it up anymore.
Adrian catches your face for you. He climbs onto his knees, his cock in one hand and your face in the other, stroking your cheek. You let him part your lips, but then you inhale sharply, feeling Bruce’s fingertip as it slides through to your slick entrance.
You groan out, “Fuck, please—” and Bruce gives you what you’re asking for, if only in small increments. His finger slowly pushes into you, your body relaxing in fractions, soft, wet warmth that envelops him.
It’s not until you’re writhing, unable to hold still as Bruce fucks you with one finger— then two, then three— that Adrian slips his thumb into your mouth.
You make an automatic noise, overjoyed to have something in your mouth, even if you’d prefer his cock. Your blood is on fire now; you want nothing more than to be filled, everywhere, in all ways. You’re starving for it, and you can’t take it if the two of them deny you any longer.
Adrian doesn’t seem like he can take it anymore, either, because he doesn’t linger at your mouth. His fingers come away, and then he’s returning with his cock, hard and flushed, the tip glistening. You see a drip roll down the length of his cock as you watch. You lick out instinctively, wanting to taste, and Adrian shudders when you do. You lap up the salty taste of him, sweat and pre-cum, heavy on the back of your tongue.
Adrian shifts again, and you’re finally able to get the head of his cock into your mouth. He holds the base of it, guiding it between your lips, feeding it to you until you’re swallowing around him. You’re an expert at this by now, taking him to the back of your throat.
Above you, Adrian’s trembling, his hands holding either side of your face as tenderly as if you were made of glass, a fragile, precious thing between his palms. His thumbs sweep down your cheeks, over the stretch of your lips, spread around his cock.
Behind you, Bruce moves again. He’d been giving you space to stop you from getting too overwhelmed, but now that Adrian is filling your mouth and you’ve settled on him, letting him start a slow rhythm fucking into your mouth, Bruce is starting to search again. His hot, hard cock brushes the back of your thigh when he shifts up onto his knees behind you.
“I’ve got you,” Bruce says, his hand coming up to rest between your shoulders, stroking down the center of your back. “Shh.”
You nod just slightly, eyes fixed upwards on Adrian’s face. It’s not easy to focus on sucking his dick while you’re getting fucked in both directions, but it’s not really on you to be fucking either of them right now. They’re fucking you, and you’re more than ready to give yourself over to them completely.
Bruce’s hand strokes down to grip one of your hips. His other hand comes up to guide his own cock to your slick entrance, pushing in just a bit, at first, then all at once. Your breath punches out of you, harsh through your nose, and your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
For a moment, none of you move at all. Bruce is still, and Adrian is even silent, the both of them giving you a second to adjust to the feelings. It’s not bad— it’s good, so good, too good. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating in the best way, and you breathe evenly, feeling your eyes burn. It’s pure pleasure, coursing through you; you feel safe, held, desired, and want to push that all back out in return.
You let your eyes drift back open. They flicker upwards so you can look to Adrian through your lashes, unable to do much else in this position. Your fingers clench down in the sheets, your arms holding you up as Adrian finally starts to move.
“I can’t even fucking tell you how much I love doing this,” Adrian says, words spilling from his throat now that he’s letting himself go again. “Oh, fuck, I swear to God, it’s like every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had, holy fucking shit—”
He breaks off with a high noise, his head falling backwards, exposing the lean line of his throat as he fucks into your mouth. His hands frame your face still, filling your mouth and down into your throat as Bruce starts to fuck you, too.
Bruce’s cock is sheathed entirely inside of you, and he draws back only slightly, at first. His hands bruise your hips, his grip is so tight, and he starts fucking you in earnest. His slow, rolling, rhythmic grinds are the perfect complement to Adrian’s dirty deep-throat thrusts. The both of them are rough in their own gentle ways, aggressive in a comforting way, claiming you without taking anything from you.
Your eyes burn again, and you can feel tears in them. Adrian’s thumb sweeps under one eye, and he asks, “You’re okay?” in a wrecked voice.
You blink once, your way of answering yes when you’re like this, with no other way to respond. Adrian brings his thumb up to his mouth and kisses it before he reaches down to push the pad into the space between your eyebrows, transferring the kiss between you, and you can’t help the slight laugh that comes up.
He’s gut-punched, a breathless laugh of his own coming out in response to however that feels. In turn, you clench around Bruce, and he groans, deep in his throat. His body shifts forward, heat and weight blanketing you, his hands gliding up to keep you held fast to him as his speed and force increase.
One of Bruce’s hands briefly leaves you, lifting up. You’re not sure where he’s going before you realize he’s reaching for Adrian. He grapples for him above you, the two of them drawing each other into a kiss right above your heads. You can hear the sound of it, their cocks forced deeper into you by the new angles. It has you near hysterics, chasing an edge you can’t reach without them, your thighs pulling together, desperate for just one last bit of friction.
When Bruce and Adrian separate, Bruce seems to realize just how fucked up you are, just how badly you need to cum. He reaches down around you, gets his hand at your core where you want it most, and you gasp out, shuddering, sweat rolling down your face to drip off your chin to the covers below.
Adrian’s hand skims down your shoulder, grips it tight, sweat sweeping up in pools under his fingers. Everywhere he touches is electricity, made even more explosive by Bruce’s hand working on your center. The sensations are pulling, and growing, and blazing, hotter and stronger and all-consuming until you’re shuddering apart between them.
Speared on Bruce’s cock inside your entrance and Adrian’s cock sheathed in your mouth, you can do nothing but tremble between them as you find your release. You soak Bruce, and your walls clench around him, and he gasps out, too.
Bruce’s head drops down, face burying between your shoulder blades. He pushes his hips in once, twice, and then stills, stiffening, as he floods you with his orgasm. His mouth works without conscious direction, teeth scraping over your skin.
“Oh, fuck,” Adrian gasps out above you both. You’ve got tears streaming down your face, and Adrian’s cupping your face in his hands and cumming, cursing, “Oh, fucking— Motherfucker, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my entire fucking life— Fuck— Fuck— I fucking love you so fucking much, what the fuck—”
His words cut off as his breath goes, panting gasps that whistle in and out of his throat. You’re starting to grow exhausted, warm pleasure melting through you, your body finally satiated. Your rolled ankle is smarting a bit, but it feels like nothing in comparison to the overwhelming contentment and satisfaction you feel.
You swallow what you can from Adrian, his release spilling from your mouth when you can’t take it all in time. You relish the feeling of it, the both of them filling you from both sides, kept so neatly between them.
Your chest is heaving; when Adrian finally withdraws, pulling his cock from your mouth, your sore jaw falls loose, and you suck in great breaths, filling your lungs in gasps. He takes your shoulders, holding you up while Bruce slips out.
You cry out at the feeling of emptiness, missing them inside you, and they gentle you down onto the mattress. Bruce climbs up and out of bed to retrieve a washcloth for the three of you while Adrian strips off the top cover, tossing it over with your uniform pieces, a fluid-stained mess that could only be uncomfortable to sleep with.
When Bruce returns, warm washcloth in hand, you surrender to their tender ministrations. Bruce carefully cleans every inch of you, bit by bit, taking special care near your mouth, between your thighs.
You feel sore and bruised; you’re sure you look it, too, by the way their eyes linger, by the way Adrian strokes his fingers along your jaw and says, “Fuck, you’re fucking hot like this.”
You can’t help remembering what he said earlier. ‘I fucking love you so fucking much,’ he’d said, and you’re supposed to know better than to believe people who say things like that while you’re having sex, but— you can’t help but feel that this is— different.
Your racing heart is in your throat, only just now starting to slow and calm. You let Bruce settle you in Adrian’s arms, now that the three of you are clean, and you finally venture to ask, “So—”
“We can pretend that didn’t happen,” Adrian rushes to cut you off, already knowing exactly where you’re going. “It just slipped out, we don’t have to—”
“I want to,” you stop him. Hope surges in your chest, and you tilt your head up, cheek smushed to Adrian’s shoulder. “I love you, too.”
He grins, happier than you think you’ve ever seen him in his life. He ducks his head to kiss you again, a smiling press. You’re lost in the joy of it, for a moment, before you feel Bruce climbing into bed beside the two of you.
While you and Adrian had already known each other, Bruce is newer to this relationship. Not new, but newer, and you’re not sure if he’s going to feel comfortable saying anything in return. You’re not expecting anything, even if you do love him, too, love him in the same way you love Adrian, in the same way you hope they love you.
Even though you don’t expect Bruce to speak, he tucks himself behind you. The three of you share his massive bed, you tucked in between them, and Bruce’s hand slides over your hip, holding you close. His fingertips drift to brush over Adrian’s belly, with how close you all are.
“I love you, too, big guy,” Adrian says to Bruce over your head. You tilt up to watch them, seeing Adrian’s eyes meet Bruce’s. There’s amusement in Adrian’s tone, still, but he’s more grounded and serious, direct, when he tells Bruce firmly, “I mean it. You don’t have to say it back, but I want you to hear it. I love you.”
Adrian’s face is all red, flushed to the tips of his ears. Bruce studies him in silence, for a moment; you can practically see the wheels turning in his clever head.
After a beat, Bruce’s cheeks pink just slightly, emotion coloring him only a bit. He leans in, and Adrian meets him for a soft, short kiss.
When they pull apart, Bruce says, “I love you,” and your heart jumps up again, your throat tight. Bruce’s head turns down, and he says, “And you— I love you.” He gathers you both closer, tucked in tightly. Adrian laughs, throwing his arm around you both to curl in.
“I love you,” you tell Bruce, too, even though your face is pushed into his now and you can’t see his eyes properly. Adrian kisses you on the forehead, then Bruce, unwilling to let either of you go.
“This is the best day of my life,” Adrian declares grandly, and he loses the battle to sleep within five minutes, just after you and right before Bruce.
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no better time
pairing: adrian chase/vigilante x reader (gender neutral, no y/n)
warnings: vague reference to sex? swearing? mention of blood? i don't think there's anything too bad in here.
summary: adrian's been gone, with no contact and barely an explanation why. and then he shows up at your apartment covered in blood.
AAH! i did the thing. i wrote for my new favorite boy in the whole world. it's my first time writing for him, and this is kinda short, so be gentle with me <3 it's hard to think of prompts to write about for him even though he's the only thing i think about rn
When you came home from work, a busy Thursday filled with assholes upon assholes upon dickheads that you just had to smile through, the last thing you expected was to find your boyfriend standing in the middle of your living room. He was still dressed in his albeit very torn up Vigilante armor, mask in hand, face spattered with an amount of blood that rivaled Carrie. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like hours in silence, not a sound aside from you dropping the pasta you'd gotten on the way home on the floor.
"Well, hello the--" Adrian's Star Wars reference was quickly cut off when you basically tackled him in a hug. Arms tight around him, one around his shoulders and the other pressed against the back of his head, fingers making their way into those dark curls you loved so much. You were still silent, in shock.
See, Adrian had been gone for a week. Well, that part didn’t sound that crazy by itself. What made it so worrying was that he had left so suddenly; one morning before you had woken up. The only thing left behind was a short note on your fridge, under his favorite Kermit the Frog magnet.
Important mission, I'll be gone for a couple days.
:)
-- Adrian (Chase)
You'd read it over and over the morning you woke up to a cold bed and empty apartment. The stupid smiley face, as if he didn’t know how to end the note, and the fact that he'd signed it off with his full name as if there was any other Adrian in your life but him. He'd never left without warning, to your face that is, or without telling you even a small detail about where he’d be going. This left you with a week of worrying, trying desperately to get some sleep at night while a thousand scenarios of where he could be in your head. You knew he could take care of himself, but after the first mission with the butterflies when he came home barely alive, you couldn’t help but think of the worst sometimes. Especially when you had no contact with him.
"Don't you ever do that to me again.” You finally mumbled into the crook of his neck, breaking the quiet that had settled over your apartment. The rustling of your work uniform against the armor of his suit was loud as ever when you tightened your arms further around him. He squeezed you back in the hug, hands warm on your hips and a laugh in the back of his throat.
"Did I scare you? Sorry, probably weird to find some guy covered in blood in the middle of your living room--"
"Not that, you dummy, you've been gone for a week. Without even talking to me once. I was so fucking worried." You pulled from the embrace, breathless as you took in his presence, that cute face you'd only been staring at on your phone's lockscreen every time you checked for any sort of text from him. You stopped your racing mind for a moment to reel back and check him over for injuries. Your hands pulled and pulled at pieces of his armor, now with new cracks and dents from fights he'd clearly gotten in. Once he was down to his black long-sleeve and pants, you were satisfied. No hard barriers between the two of you, no secrets. His hands stayed steady on your hips as he watched you, let you assure there was no secret gunshot or stab wound he was muscling through. When you looked back up at him, his hair was a bit messy, glasses perched on his nose in their usual spot, and, behind them, his eyes were quickly becoming glassy with unshed tears. “What's wrong? Are you hurt? You’re covered in blood, where—“
“Not mine, some evil dude that tried to kick me in the dick. Asshole,” he stopped you, then hesitated a bit before he spoke again. He pulled you back into another tight hug, this time him being the one not letting go. “It’s just that nobody’s ever... cared this much." You would've gone dizzy if he wasn't holding you so tightly against his chest. You pushed him back to look at him again, only gaining a few inches between your faces with the way he refused to let go of you.
“Well, now someone does. Very much,” you pressed your palms to the sides of his face, enjoying the warmth of his skin against yours. No blood could scare you off from being able to hold him right now. “And for that reason, please, give me a little more than a smiley face before disappearing off the face of the earth.”
“But the smiley face helped, right?”
“Maybe, but like, bare minimum. I’ll give you half a point for inspiration.”
“It’s so hot when you make D&D references,” he says, voice as serious as ever. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “I missed you, you know? If it weren’t dangerous, I’d bring you with me on every mission. I think your smile has magical healing powers, actually, like you’re a wizard or something. Are you sure you’re not magic?”
“Absolutely sure. If I were I would have used my telepathy to make you answer your phone.”
“Ohhhh, well… uh, my phone died. And we never had time to find a charger.”
“Adrian.”
“Okay, but my phone’s not protected, so I didn’t want anyone to intercept our calls and ruin our mission. Or worse get to you. Or both of us. Now, that would be really bad.”
“So… you’re telling me you went on a mission with four other people, all in black ops, and none of you had a burner phone? Anything?” You raised your eyebrows further when he just stared at you. You swore they were practically in your hairline.
“Well…”
“Oh, my god.” You buried your face in your hands. You tried your best not to get too frustrated, he was probably exhausted, you could see it in the bags under his eyes and the way his normally excited body language seemed to drag with every movement. All that being said, and maybe it was selfish, it still hurt that he wasn’t thinking of you enough to borrow someone’s phone to let you know what was going on. He’d managed to call you, even FaceTime you during the Butterfly mission. Sure, it didn’t seem to have the same urgency as this last one must have had, but it hurt nonetheless. It’d been a bit more than a handful of months since you had begun dating, but it was still long enough for this to sting.
“Babe,” his voice got softer, closer as he pulled you into his body again. You pinched the bridge of your nose, avoiding looking at him still. “Tater tot, I’m sorry. Like for realsies. I’m just not used to having someone that, like, actually y’know thinks about me in their free-time. And, apparently, worries about me.”
“Do you not think about me when we’re not together?”
“Of course I do, you’re, like, in all corners of my brain at all times, especially when I’m fighting,” he told you, like it was incredibly obvious. You could feel heat creep up to the tops of your ears as he continued. “I worry about you, too. Obviously. I guess… I don’t know, I just didn’t figure you thought about me the same. At least to the same amount.” His fingers traced up your hip, almost nervously. “I’m really sorry. Are you mad at me?” You sighed, and finally looked up at him. You moved your hands up around his neck to pull yourself closer.
“No, I’m not,” a smile took over your mouth again. Adrian returned it, encouraged now that you had seemed to relax. “Just, don’t do that again, okay? You have someone who cares about you, what you’re doing, and if you’re safe. And I know sometimes you’re not safe because you’re goddamn Vigilante and all, but I love you and I want to know what’s going on— fuck. Did I just say that?” You groaned. Your boyfriend was beaming at you now, uncontrollably letting out a soft laugh. Not at you, just a happy little breath of a laugh because of your words. He leaned in, nose bumping against yours as he finally gave you a short, but hard kiss.
“You love me?” You felt like your spine was going to slide out of your body with the way he was looking at you. “Man, that’s awesome.”
“I was trying to wait for a better time, I—“
“Dude, there is no better time than now. Actually, there is no better than all the time, ‘cause you could tell me that every five seconds and it would never get old. Swear on my life. On Eagly’s life,” he kissed you hard again, following with another kiss on your nose. You wrinkled your nose when stickiness touched your cheek. Adrian frowned and licked his thumb before he wiped at the spot like a worried auntie. “Sorry, I got blood on you.”
“It’s okay—“ You were cut off by Adrian’s sudden gasp as he stopped you in your tracks.
“Oh my god! I didn’t say it back!” He took you by your shoulders now, eyes locked square on yours as he smiled brightly at you. His eyes crinkled at the corners, sparkling while they locked onto you over the top of his glasses. You felt like you were on fire. “Hey. I love you. Like, so fucking much. An insane amount.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he nodded. You let out a squeak of surprise in the next moment when he suddenly lifted you under your thighs to carry you towards your room. “And I'm gonna show you just how much.”
“After you wash the blood off your face, though?” You kissed the spot of his cheek that wasn’t still covered in blood. He conceded, passing your bed to sit you on the counter in your bathroom instead.
“After I wash the blood off my face.”
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Need Some Help?
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x AFAB!Reader
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Prompt: Adrian comes to your apartment to check on you when your team hasn’t seen you in a while. After seeing you’re struggling with doing your daily tasks because your mental health isn’t very good right now, he offers to help you get back on your feet.
Warnings: Depression, anxiety, eating disorder, eating, sex toys (but not in a sexy way)
A/N: Hey guys this is a little bit of a heavier topic so I just wanted to say getting help is easier than you think (if you need it) and if you need to imagine your favorite fictional characters to get your tasks done, that’s okay!! I wanted to make the fic lighter in hopes of giving those struggling a break. I’ve been there, so I totally get you guys. I’ve been trying to make my fics more gender neutral, but this one is AFAB. This fic was inspired by the scene from episode 2 in Peacemaker’s home, so minor spoilers? I hope you guys enjoy! :) 🧜♂️
It was 2pm and you were still laying in bed. It just didn’t seem worth it to get up. Lately you’d had a really hard time doing just about anything. You hadn’t showered in days, nor had you changed your clothes. You only showered when you left your apartment to keep up appearances. It was just one of those times. Sometimes you had ups and sometimes you had downs, but this down had been going on for a while.
Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of tapping on your window.
“Why don’t you just use the door like a normal person?” You ask your friend Vigilante as you lift up the window next to your bed just enough for him to open it and climb in.
“And risk your landlord seeing me? No way.” He says very seriously.
“And him seeing a strange masked man climbing through my bedroom window is any better?” You ask him.
“Why are you in your suit anyway?” You continue to question.
“I just got back from patrol” He tells you, taking off his mask and putting on his glasses. You had known his secret identity ever since he joined the black ops team you were a part of. Despite his efforts to keep it a secret, we all knew by his second mission. He sat down next to you on your bed and you slowly sat up, shaking. You weren’t sure if it was from the anxiety or the fact that you hadn’t eaten yet today. You hadn’t been eating much lately, not because you didn’t want to, but because you felt nauseous every time you ate.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“They sent me to check on you… well not exactly. They said ‘Somebody should go check on (Y/N).’ and I said I’d do it and Harcourt said ‘please for the love of God anybody else!’ and nobody else came so I just decided to come on my own.” He informs you.
“Not that they didn’t want to! I’m sure they were just busy. I’m sure they care about you. I care about you a lot so…” He trailed off, his face starting to get flushed.
“I appreciate it, but maybe you should go. I feel a little sick” You inform him.
“Hey, you’re shaking” He says putting an arm on your shoulder to steady you. You feel faint and a little nauseous.
“When was the last time you ate?” He asks, looking into your eyes.
“Some time yesterday” You tell him as you lean against the headboard.
“Hold on.” He says as he gets up and heads to your kitchen. He looks around the cupboards and fridge before he settles on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a big cup of ice water. You assume he probably doesn’t know how to cook very well, but it’s a very sweet gesture.
“Thanks” You smile at him as he passes you the plate. The less hungry you became, the less foggy your brain was, and the more aware you became. You looked around your room and noticed how much of a mess the place was.
“I’m sorry. It’s not usually like this. I’ve just been having trouble getting things done lately” You tell him.
“Yeah I wasn’t gonna say anything, but your place is a dump!” He laughs. You put your face in your hands and rub your eyes.
“A lovely dump, though!” He adds trying to save himself. You offer a small laugh.
“It’s okay, Vig you don’t have to lie. I’ve been wanting to clean. I just can’t find it in me to actually do it.” You tell him.
“Need some help cleaning up?” He offers.
“You don’t have to…” You say beginning to feel bad.
“No, I want to.” He says. He offers a smile and you nod. He immediately stands up and starts bringing dirty cups and dishes to the sink. First he takes the trash out and then he gets to work on the rest of the apartment while you eat your sandwich.
“Where does this go?” He asks picking up a book.
“Over there on the shelf please.” You say pointing to the self you want it on.
He proceeds to ask where some things go and he figures out the rest. You lay down and close your eyes for a moment until you hear a buzzing sound and some laughing. Your eyes immediately shoot open.
“Woah! Where does this go?!” He asks, amused.
“Adrain Chase please put my vibrator down!” You plead. He puts it down on the table as it keeps buzzing and moving about the table. He continues to laugh.
“It’s like it’s dancing!” He announces. You think if your face could catch on fire it would have by now. You are just SO embarrassed. You jump out of bed, picking up the vibrator, turning it off, and throwing it in the drawer of your nightstand.
“I hate you!” You tell him, storming back to your bed.
“No, you don’t. You can’t hate your best friend.” He argues with you.
“You’re not my best friend.” You try to hold back a smile.
“Then who is it? It’s Leota or Harcourt isn’t it?” He asks. You just laugh.
“I’m just messing with you. You’re my best friend.” He lets out a sigh of relief.
“Thank God! You’re my best friend too.” He says landing down on the bed next to you. The bed dips and you lean into him, putting your head on his shoulder.
“Thanks for helping me today. I really needed it. I really needed you.” You confess.
“Anytime.” He promises. Adrian always knew how to make things better.
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kind of a mess (adrian chase x reader)
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader
Summary: Adrian comes home from a night out as Vigilante and you help clean him up from the fight you didn't go to.
Word Count: 1.3k
Tags: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Post-Canon, Reader-Insert
Warnings: swearing, gore, blood, knifes, drugs
>>>(read on ao3)<<<
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Working a double shift in a loud, busy cafe all day can absolutely be exhausting. From annoying customers, to screeching children, to complaining dumbasses who messed up ordering their own orders, you definitely had a migraine. Whenever you get migraines, it’s never fun, and all you can really manage to do is lay down and relax. After Adrian picked you up from work, he almost immediately realized you weren’t feeling good, and instead of being his loud, energetic self, he was his quiet, energetic self for the sake of your headache. Quietly, he ran through his day of work at Fennel Fields, and you two complained about work for the ride home. Once you got home, you decided to stay in for the night instead of helping out with Vigilante business. You could definitely use the night off from stopping criminals. So, after Adrian made sure you were all set to be left alone, meaning he made sure you had something to eat and medicine for your migraine, he left your apartment, and you laid down on the couch. You threw on some reruns of Parks and Rec and eventually fell asleep.
A loud thud outside your front door abruptly woke you from your nap, which caused you to frantically jump off of the couch and grab a hidden knife that was strapped under the side table. You slowly approached the door and listened to the other side but all you could hear was shuffling and low mumbling.
“It’s me, babe,” you heard Adrian grumble. You immediately opened the door to see a hunched over Vigilante with wounds all over his body.
“Oh god,” you huffed, threw the knife down, and tenderly pulled your boyfriend into your apartment. “I don’t go out with you guys for one night,” you said with feign annoyance in your voice, Adrian chuckled under his mask. Once you got him in you led him to the kitchen and he sat down. He ripped off his mask and his hair was damp, his nose was bloodied, and he had a cut on his forehead. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows. You got his glasses from his safety pouch and placed them on his face for him, he pushed them up his nose.
“What the hell happened?” you softly asked, and he gave you a cunning look. Turning away from him you quickly ran to grab some medical supplies to clean him up. Luckily it doesn't look like he needs any stitches.
“So, it’s actually a really funny story,” he began, sounding encouraging, but when you turned around to walk back over to him, he was awkwardly smiling. You handed him a towel to hold to his nose and got out antiseptic to clean his cuts. You were now hovering over him, and you lifted up his chin so you could observe him. His eyes were soft as he looked at you.
“Go on,” you offered, wanting to know what the hell he and Chris got into. You began preparing a bandage for him.
“Okay well, we were just going around the town like normal, except in the car a little while after I picked up Chris, he kept complaining about how much Taylor Swift I was playing, which was too much apparently, but that just seems crazy to me, so he was going through my phone and I eventually just pulled over so we could fucking agree on something to play but then we saw these two black shady cars pull up and it ended up being a drug deal an-“
“Hold on, this is gonna sting,” you told him truthfully. You put some antiseptic on a cotton ball and patted his forehead.
“Ouchhhh,” he whined, and gave a weak smile.
“Sorryyyy,” you replied, feeling bad. After he got used to the pain he calmed down. “So?”
“Yeah so, we saw a drug deal!!” his eyes lit up. “It was this weird liquid shit from Gotham that really fucksss people up, and we beat the shit out of these guys to find their suppliers, then once we got to the shipping docks where they had this drug stored – we snuck in, then got in a fight, then got caught for a bit and they tried interrogating us but we didn’t say jack shit obvs, and then we broke out and killed everyone!” he exclaimed, and looked back up at you with fire in his eyes. You stuck the band aid on his cut.
“Seriously, the one night I don’t go out with you dinguses!” your face turned pink, and he laughed. "At least you don't need stitches tonight, babe," you reasoned. He had some blood on the corner of his mouth, you wiped it away with your thumb and let your hand linger there for a second. He stood up and met your lips with his for a passionate kiss, you could tell he missed you.
“How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?” he asked and rubbed your shoulder. “I could get an ice pack or something for you it you need it, honey!?” Even torn to shit he’s still worried about your lousy headache.
“I slept it off, babe, but thank you,” you smiled, and gently caressed his arm, feeling warm inside from how much he cares about you. You finally got a good look at him, and his suit was tattered up a bit, and there was blood seeping through a few spots but it wasnt anything too serious. “Can you help me take off your suit?” you asked, he shook his head. He slowly started undressing, and piece by piece his armor fell to the floor. After shedding off the suit you gently pushed him down to the chair so he could sit, he moaned.
You started cleaning up his wounds and applying Neosporin to some of them, but he was mostly covered in what will soon be bad bruises. After a few minutes of cleaning his wounds and hearing more play-by-plays of the night, you had successfully patched up your boyfriend. You helped him get up so you two could go sit together on the couch. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and he felt a bit cold when you touched him, so you grabbed your favorite knit blanket and wrapped it around him before you sat down next to him. He immediately pulled you close to him and wrapped the blanket around you too. He never cares how much pain he is in; he always wants to be close to you.
“Now I feel bad for not going out with you guys,” you said softly and looked at him.
“Pshh, you don’t even need to, it wasn’t that serious… we’ve been in worse situations, babe,” he stated, trying to make you feel better. “Remember Goff, or those other drug dealers? Now those were some sticky situations,” he tapped your arm playfully.
“Yeahhh but still.”
“Hey, don’t feel bad, for realzies, even though you weren’t there I still heard you in the back of my head which is what helped me loosen my ties to attack them!” he admitted, you blushed.
“Really?” you brightened up, and he nodded his head.
“Yeah! So technically you did help us out there tonight, even from here!” he beamed, he’s always so optimistic, you absolutely adore it. “Thank you,” he smiled and moved the hair out of your face.
“I didn’t do anything bu-“
“Okay well thank you for literally being in my brain and helping me do something to escape but also thank you for cleaning me up,” he grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile. He always makes you cheese so hard, and you will never understand how he does it. “I looked like a fucking mess, didn’t I?” he asked. He pulled you in even closer than you just were and snuggled together on the couch.
“Yeah, you did,” you laughed, “not anymore though, now you're only kind of a mess,” you both chuckled, he rested his head onto yours, you were both tired.
“Awesome! Kind of a mess is something that I can totally work with!” he said, softly kissing your cheek.
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Boys of Sumner: Part 2
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)
Summary: After your family moves away from Evergreen when you were 16, you and Adrian Chase keep passing by each others lives like ships in the night. (Crossposted to AO3)
Rating: Teen & Up
Author Note: Have a good weekend!
CW: Reader is more gender neutral in this one, no pronouns used that I can remember. Some angst and sadness, missing people, siblings being jackasses.
Word Count: 1,903
Out on the road today, I saw a Black Flag sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said, "don't look back, you can never look back." I thought I knew what love was, what did I know? Those days are gone forever, I should just let 'em go, but…
July 2016
Even though you only went through your first two years of high school in Evergreen, you still ended up with an invitation for Evergreen North High’s Class of 2011 five-year reunion. That baffled you until you saw three of your old friends in high positions on the planning committee. It all made sense then. They’d all been haranguing you to visit, and they finally found an excuse to lure you back.
You hadn’t been to Evergreen since the move seven years ago. There hadn’t been really any reason to, even though you and your dad often talked about how much you both missed Washington. While Phoenix was certainly warmer and had way dryer weather, which you both enjoyed a great deal, it never felt like home. Not like Evergreen still did, which is why your dad planned to retire there here in a few years.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” your dad asked you when you to told him you were thinking of going. “Hell, maybe you’ll get to see that Adrian kid again. I always did like him.”
Now there was a name you hadn’t thought of in a while.
Adrian Chase.
Out of all your old friends from school, he was the one person you hadn’t been able to stay in touch with over the years, or even reconnect with. Periodically you tried to see if you could find him online but had no luck. Either he was the last person on the planet to have any social media accounts or he had them very well hidden. You considered asking around about him a few times, but you couldn’t think of anyone to ask out of your old friends that still lived in Evergreen. They had never hung out with Adrian unless he was with you and neither side had kept up the friendships after you left. Even though you were the one that moved, it was like Adrian had made a quiet exit from your life without leaving a forwarding address.
Seven years ago, after leaving the Chase residence, you went straight back home to help your dad finish packing. A few of your friends and their parents stopped by throughout the evening to help and say goodbye. You even got calls from acquaintances from school who couldn’t come over but wanted to wish you a safe trip.
This was also the day you realized you were better liked at school than you had previously thought. That would’ve been helpful to know going into freshman year.
But the one and only person you truly wanted to see never came by, or even called. That really surprised you with how adamant Adrian was about doing something with you before you left. Neither of you had cell phones at the time so you couldn’t call Adrian directly. And you absolutely hated calling the house when Gut could potentially answer. He always gave you so much shit about calling his brother. That was why Adrian always called you instead ninety percent of the time. He knew how his older brother treated you and made you feel.
The move itself wasn’t without its issues, but nothing outside of what you would expect while dealing with a moving company. It took a bit to get settled and situated, but as soon as you were able, you called Adrian to give him your new number.
Instead, you got Gut.
After listening to him talk about how lame you are to still be calling his brother now that you were out of state, you asked him to pass along your new phone number to Adrian. Gut told you he would. Or, rather, said, “yeah, sure,” then hung up on you.
You never heard from Adrian though.
You kept trying to call. Either nobody was home or Gut answered and you left a message with him again. You weren’t going to give up, but then a few months later, the phone number had been disconnected. A couple of weeks after that, the number had been reissued to a different household. That really puzzled you, and worried you a little, but at that point, were out of options. You gave up trying to reach him.
You thought of Adrian frequently the first couple years before life carried you and your thoughts far away. After high school, you took your dad’s advice and avoided the military altogether. However, an old friend of his convinced you both that a career in higher law enforcement, such as the FBI or NSA, would be a good fit for you. He said you had that sort of analytical mind both agencies looked for in candidates, plus enough tenacity you wouldn’t be eaten alive. He had contacts in both organizations and would be able to at least get you considered for any position you might want. You went through your first four years of college with that career path in mind.
The reunion caught you the summer after you finished your bachelors, just before starting your masters. In the end, that’s what made you decide to go to the reunion. This would be your last chance to get away for a while if all went according to plan.
And your dad was right. You might get to see Adrian again. That thought alone excited you. It may have been seven years, but you still remembered your crush. Hell, you still had it. There was a big What If in your mind when it came to Adrian and that had kept your feelings alive all these years.
But, on the other hand, Adrian didn’t exactly have the best high school experience. To be honest, you weren’t sure if he would even want to go. It was a big chance you were taking hoping to see him there, but one you wanted to take. In nothing else, you’d see your old friends again.
The reunion was organized as a summer barbecue at a pavilion in one of the bigger parks. They even had a bouncy castle for the kids. And the adults too when the kids weren’t in there. It was fun, but sometime after the three-hour mark, you and two of your old friends decided to blow it off and head out to a bar for drinks. You figured if Adrian was going to come out, he would’ve already been there by then.
However, not even five minutes after you left with your friends, Adrian finally arrived. And was not happy about getting there so late.
Initially, he wasn’t going to go to the five-year reunion. Or any of the reunions at all, for that matter. He hated school, and high school was horrible for him, especially those last two years. He had no desire to see anyone he went to school with except for one person and he highly doubted you would even know about it, much less go. You only went to high school there for your first two years, so you didn’t graduate with him like you should had.
Then, last night, Adrian got bored while on patrol, checked out the event on Facebook and nearly fell off of the fire escape he was on when he saw you were going.
Seven years ago, he didn’t find out you had to move early until he overheard his mom talking about it two days later. He had tried calling you the day before but had discovered the phone already disconnected and assumed the service was shut off early. But no, had to moved already. Something to do with your dad needing to take over his new position sooner than expected.
This news utterly crushed Adrian.
While logically he knew there had to be a good reason you hadn’t told him, or even tried to say goodbye, that irrational part of his brain whispered that Gut was right. You had forgotten about him already. Adrian kept reminding himself that you and your dad had a lot of packing to go still, so you had to be very stressed finding out you had to do it all in one night. That thought ended up confusing him more though because if you’d have told him, he could’ve helped.
Even though you had promised to call him with your new number as soon as you had one, you never did. Now that one really hurt. Neither of you had social media either, so he couldn’t even message you on anything. He thought about asking your friends, but always suspected they only tolerated him because of you. Adrian felt like he was completely cut off and, to his knowledge, had no way of getting ahold of you.
It wasn’t too long after you left that everything changed. And then, soon after that, he was left on his own and he started to hone his skills for a much higher calling.
Truth be told, Adrian didn’t have much time to think about you during the first couple of years that you were gone. It had been just one thing after another since then. Once things settled down some and he became established in his new routine, he occasionally found his thoughts drifting towards you while on patrol. But he never let those thoughts linger for too long. If he did, they would make him upset and far too sad.
In the weeks after you left, Adrian had realized you weren’t his best friend, like he had thought all along. Not even best friends could leave such an impact on someone the way you had impacted him. Your absence in his life made him realize you were actually his person and the one that got away.
And that was why once he knew you were going to the reunion, Adrian panicked. There was no way in hell he could pass up this chance to see you. But, with that short of notice, he couldn’t take a vacation day, and no one could switch shifts with him. Calling in again was likely to get him fired since he had done a lot of that in his early Vigilante days. So, he had no choice but to work his 11-7 shift. He arrived at the reunion at 7:28.
And of course, today was one of those days where everything had gone wrong. He had overslept and been late to work. People had called in, so he wasn’t even able to leave early like his manager had promised. Then, to top it all off, he was utterly filthy. Right before he clocked out, one of the new waitresses had crashed into him with a full tray of food. While he had changed and cleaned up as best he could in the bathroom at work, he still smelled like a blend of marinara sauce, olive oil and vinegar, and souring Alfredo sauce. Since Adrian hadn’t thought about bringing cologne with him, and wasn’t about waste more time going home to shower, this was the state he was stuck in.
As Adrian hopped out of his car and jogged towards the pavilion, he desperately hoped that you still loved Italian food.
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I see you're taking Adrian chase requests.... and I raise (and beg) you..... Adrian protective/comforting reader??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺
life to come
i'm weak for anything involving adrian being protective ahhh <333 i always get nervous writing angsty/bigger stuff like this but i couldn't pass it up <33 i hope this is enough :0 p.s. named after this song.
pairing: adrian chase/vigilante x reader (gender neutral, no y/n)
warnings: torture, kidnapping, mention of murder (nothing worse than canon typical violence though), use of the c word lol, being scared of losing someone, i think that's it? if i missed anything lmk!!
summary: it's your first solo mission, one that's supposed to be quick and easy, but adrian has a bad feeling about it. what could possibly go wrong?
It was supposed to be an in-and-out mission, under an hour. Get the intel, get out. Easy. That's why they were sending you, the tech expert slash medic, with no background of combat aside from punching some drunk guy that got too handsy with you at a bar. They'd had to convince you it'd be so simple, and they'd spent even more time convincing Adrian as such, because, despite the fact you were all in fucking black ops, he hated you being put directly in danger like this. Especially when he was convinced someone else could do it.
"They're right, it makes the most sense for me to do it," you shrugged as you packed your tech up to leave for the mission. "It's faster this way. Like, ten times faster."
"Okay, but, I told them, I can do it, we can just switch spots. I'll be super fast, too. I have an extra suit, you can impersonate me, babe, they'll never even know--"
"Adrian," you gave him a pointed look, emphasizing it with a final zip to your bag. He took a step closer to you as you reached for him. Your hands settled at the nape of his neck, threading your fingers in the curls that sat there. "It's gonna be fine. Those idiots will all be distracted, I'll be in and out within half an hour. I'm perfectly capable."
"I know you are," he took in a deep breath. "I know, but what if something goes wrong, what if there's a bear in there or like a fucking--"
"If there's a bear, I will surely let you know," you tapped his ear piece with a smile. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him in a tight hug. You returned the embrace gratefully. Though you were reassuring him, it was nice to have the comfort yourself to ease the nerves. He only pulled back to take your face in his hands.
"You promise?"
"Promise." You pressed a long kiss to his lips. Adrian returned it with fervor, and you opened up underneath him as if to say I know, I love you. Even after pulling away breathlessly, he pressed his forehead to yours and stayed there for a moment.
"Okay. I'm gonna kill that fucking bear for even looking at you." He mumbled, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your forehead.
The whole drive over, everyone chattered like normal, even Adrian, an attempt to settle back into the norm and lose the dread that took over his stomach. You could feel it, too, in his abnormally tense posture next to you, in the near death-grip he had on your thigh. It somehow tightened more when you arrived, half a mile from the actual house where you'd split up in order to set things off. You hopped out of the back eagerly, ready to get this thing over with, and Adrian trailed behind you like a shadow. You had to pull away from him as he kissed you once, twice, and begged for a third before you finally set off. Chris clapped him on the shoulder as they watched you slip off towards the house, saying something about how everything would be fine, but Adrian barely registered it.
"Alright, Thorn, can you hear us?" Harcourt tested the comms a final time, now finally out in the field. A beat passed by in silence, and Adrian nearly pissed himself.
"Thorn?" He asked desperately next. Your voice rang through his ear after another pause of silence.
"Read you loud and clear, Viggy, Harcourt," you replied. "Sorry, couldn't find the button thingy." You chuckled. Adrian felt like passing out. He wished he could fast forward to the part of the night where the two of you were watching Fargo on the couch, half-asleep. His nerves had never been so fried, he felt useless as he listened to you communicate info back and forth with Harcourt.
The first twenty minutes went fine, comms worked just right, you slowly made your way to the center hub as the enemy house slept, and it all seemed to be going to plan. And then, suddenly there was about ten minutes of silence. The team stayed quiet, figuring you were busy downloading the intel from the central hub and needed silence. But something felt off. And panic set in Adrian's veins when your comm crackled in. Nothing at first, then your heavy breathing, and a simple, nervous "fuck." Then silence. No white noise letting them know your comm was still on, nothing from you, nothing at all. It seemed like hours passed before Adrian couldn't hold in his nerves anymore.
"Okay, what the fuck are we doing, it should not be silent for this long--"
"We can't compromise the mission until we have confirmation something is wrong." Harcourt interrupted, but there was a tick in her usual calm demeanor that even Adrian picked up on. She was suspicious, too.
"C'mon, it's been twenty minutes since they should've been back out here, something's off," Adebayo reasoned. "We need to get in there." A few beats passed as Harcourt considered it, before she nodded curtly. Adrian's heart was in his throat, struck silent by the fear and anger riddling his entire body.
"Peacemaker, Vigilante, you clear the bottom two floors. Adebayo, you're with me, we'll clear the top two. Economos, keep watch, let us know if any trouble approaches." Harcourt ordered, and Adrian practically shot off towards the house without any other direction needed. All he could see in his mind was the worst case scenario-- you being tortured, taken somewhere to have unspeakable things happen, you in a shallow grave in the woods to never be found. He gripped his gun a little tighter at his hip. Would Harcourt be mad if he just slaughtered all these fuckers right now? Probably. And what if they had you in the house still? Okay. Probably not a good idea then. Find you first. Then murder.
Neither of those two things happened, and he wanted to throw up.
Chris and him had cleared the bottom two floors of the house easily, because it was fucking empty. Not a soul to be found. Harcourt and Adebayo came up with similar results when they met back up on the first floor. All they came back with were grimaces, directed at Adrian. The dread that had already settled in his gut grew stronger as they held up a necklace, your necklace. The stupid, silly BFF necklace Adrian had given you as a gift for the latest anniversary he'd marked on the calendar. The smile on your face and laughter that had rung out had been enough reassurance to him that, yes, you were his person. His best friend, the love of his life that could never, ever be replaced. All the things other people took as stupid and worthless, you saw the good in. You saw the good in him. You'd let Adrian feel loved and needed, and he held onto you so tightly because he didn't even want to consider what his life would be like without you in it.
And even now, with you missing in a worst case scenario he'd only had nightmares about, he refused to accept that this was due to be the rest of his life. He would find you, even if it killed him.
—
You had no idea how long it'd been since you were taken. Not the hours, days, weeks possibly? You'd lost track of even the numbers of times these assholes had come in and roughed you up, trying to get info on your team. All they seemed to know were codenames, wanting to know why you were tracking them. But you kept your mouth shut. If you were going to die, you weren't going to lose dignity, and you definitely weren't going to compromise the one family you had left.
Despite the resolve you pulled at to keep them safe, otherwise you were fucking scared. It was impossible not to be. You had no idea if or when these people would decide you were no longer of use, and would off you. You had no idea if you'd ever be found. Maybe you'd just be here forever, hanging from the low, dirty ceiling in this dingy basement, waiting on people who would never get here.
All you really wanted was to see Adrian one last time. Then you could die happy, you think. Knowing he was still out there.
You had no idea how long you'd been lost in your thoughts when the main guy, tall, skinny, seemed to bathe in grease, came back down with a nasty grin. He always had that fucking grin on his face when he devised some new method to shoot pain through your body, convinced it would get him even a morsel of information. Your stomach turned inside out as you spotted surgical tools he pulled next to him on a tray. You'd already been practically waterboarded, cut, beaten to a pulp, electrocuted, namely every standard torture method. But this shit? You had no fucking clue what was about to happen.
And it seemed to be something you'd have to wait longer to find out. Shots rang out in the room above you, and whatever monologue the greaseball was giving you halted. You could see the confusion, panic running through him in his expression, and a small glimmer of hope found its way out of your heart. Something you hadn't felt in a while.
More burst out when you heard a familiar "motherfucker!" come closer. A smile tugged at your lips, and a tiny laugh escaped before you could stop it. Greaseball spun on his heel towards you.
"What the fuck are you so giddy about, cunt?"
You never got to answer. A warm spray of blood smacked you in the face as the head in front of you soon became split in half at the skull. The body in front of you fell to the floor, and you were greeted with the familiar red visor that would've had your knees giving way if you were actually using them.
"Adrian," you managed, your voice weak and raspy from both crying and screaming. He quickly yelled for the others that he'd found you, cutting the rope that held you to the ceiling and catching you before you could crumple to the floor. Your limbs felt like complete jelly as you watched him cut all your bindings free. A shiver began to take over your body at his gentle touches, a contrast to all the brutal punches and shocks to your system for however long you'd been there.
"I'm here," he ripped off his mask so you could see his face, so he could press a long, hard kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes and reveled in his touch. And as soon as you did that, began to let go, you realized how little energy you had. Your body began to go limp. Everything suddenly became a feeling of a feeling of a feeling. So far away. "Hey, hey, no, I'm here. Hold on. Just hold on a little more. We're gonna get you help. You can't leave, hey," he shook you as gently as you could, pressing another few kisses to your face. You managed to flutter your eyes open again somehow. Blurry figures made their way through the door at the end of the room, coming to rush towards you. The only thing clear to you was Adrian. "Baby? Hey, you're okay. Everything's gonna be okay now. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere," he paused and swallowed hard when you began to fade away again. "Neither are you, okay? I love you, please, I can't do this without you-- fuck, fuck! We need to go, now--"
Everything got fuzzy. Then black. And suddenly you were blinking open your eyes, crusted with sleep. You went to wipe them, only to find your hand pressed tightly-- no, gripped tightly by a warmth. You recognized the white popcorn ceiling, the teal walls around you as you slowly came into consciousness. You were back in your apartment. In your bedroom. A near empty IV bag hung near you, although not connected to anyone. Water, food piled on the nightstand. You shifted slightly to look at more of your surroundings, only to realize there was a weight on your stomach. Adrian.
His body was sprawled over the side and end of the bed, head resting on your stomach as he was clearly passed out. His glasses had slipped off his nose and lay discarded next to him, luckily not crushed. Your hand was tightly in his, fingers tangled together. You smiled, the first real one since everything had happened.
Slowly, both out of caution to not wake the man sleeping soundly on you and your sore body, you moved his glasses safely to the nightstand. You couldn't help yourself as you ran your fingers through Adrian's curls next, reveling in the familiar feel of them sliding against your palm. You only felt a little bad when he began to stir under your touch, you needed to see him. Know he was real.
His eyes slowly blinked open, accompanied by a yawn falling out of his mouth. He only seemed to realize what was happening with a sudden jolt, a smile coming over his face, mixed with fear and relief.
"Thank fucking god," he closed his eyes at your touch. "How are you feeling, babe?"
"Like I just got hit by a bus and thrown down a cliff," you rasped. Your voice came out slightly broken, rough from a lack of use for so long. "How- how long...?"
"You were gone for a week," Adrian's voice cracked. Tears, something you hadn't ever seen on him, flooded his eyes. Warmth surrounded you as he moved closer, large hands coming to hold your face. His thumb traced a newly forming scar that twisted from your upper lip to above your right eyebrow. "I was so worried, I thought- I wasn't sure if I was ever going to see you again. I didn't know what to do. I wouldn’t be able to handle that, if you- you weren’t...“
“Well, I’m still here,” you smiled weakly. "I- They kept asking about you. The rest of the group. I never--"
"I know. We overheard some of them talking. You should have given me up. I'm not worth the pain they caused you-- I- What if they killed you? I couldn't-" He swallowed back a sob.
"You are worth it," you told him softly, using as much energy as you could muster to lean forward enough to kiss him. "You're worth everything, Adrian, I love you."
"I fucking love you so fucking much," he sighed, wrapping you up in a tight hug, but still careful enough to mind your wounds. You gripped onto him even tighter, as the memories of the past week came rushing back to you-- the emotions, the pain, all of it. You finally let go. The sobs came, and they wouldn't stop. Adrian pulled back to look at you. You gripped at his shirt.
"I was so scared, I-I," you stuttered. "Fuck, I thought I was going to die— I thought I wasn't going to see you again— and—“ You inhaled deeply, anxiety flooding you like a tidal wave. "I can't. I can't do that again, Adrian, I'm not—“
"You won't have to," he assured, pushing your hair away from your face. "You're safe. I'm keeping you safe. I killed every single one of those fuckers that dared to lay a finger on you, and I'll do the same to anyone else that tries," his voice shook with anger, protectiveness that found itself in the way he held you close. You hid your face in his chest, letting the rest of the tears you'd pushed down for that hell of a week flow free. Your body trembled against his. "Everything's okay now. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay," you breathed out. You could barely move, or do anything but let him readjust your bodies so that you laid on top of him. He crossed one of his ankles over yours, pressing you impossibly closer in his hold. His palm found its way up the back of your shirt to caress your skin. He let out a shaky breath. There was a bout of silence before a question popped into your head. “What about the intel?”
“Wh— Are you seriously worried about that still?” He asked incredulously. You lifted your head to look at him, chin on his chest. He stared at you for a moment. “We got it when we infiltrated the base they took you to.”
“So… what now?” You were referring to the mission, but Adrian straight up bypassed it. It was clear he didn’t really wanna talk about it anymore, at least for today.
“Now, tater tot,” he wiggled his way upwards in the bed to sit up against the headboard with you still on his chest. He grunted as he smacked his hand around to find the remote on the nightstand. “Now we’re going to watch whatever movie you want because you need to rest and I’m not letting you leave this bed until you’re better.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a kiss to your hairline.
Adrian stayed true to his word— the two of you stayed in bed for a few days, save for him getting you food or whatever else you needed. After that, you slowly started moving around the house again, with Adrian fluttering around you like a nervous mama bird. It was honestly endearing. You were glad he was hesitant to leave your side, because you didn’t really want him to leave either. And, well, he never really would leave. Adrian would always be there for you, and you for him.
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For the prompt thing: Adrian Chase x Gender-Neutral Reader with Prompt #74?
the first won't be the last
pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)
rating: t+
word count: 3,091
prompt from this list: “Did you black out?” - “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”
one-sentence synopsis: when adrian sees you get shot during a mission, he can't stop himself from confessing his true feelings for you in the heat of the moment.
Things are getting away from you quickly.
When you and the rest of the team arrived at this amusement park, you were only supposed to be scoping out the place. Now, you’ve found yourself in a house of mirrors, of all places, trying to avoid getting shot by one of the many assailants that you’re attempting to keep track of.
You keep low, desperate to have eyes everywhere, but you’re only one person. It’s pretty much impossible. All that's left is hoping that the rest of the 11th Street Kids are handling their own fights okay and will come to help you out before you're fucked in a more permanent sense.
Just as you're about to turn another corner, a shot rings out close to you, shattering a nearby mirror. You duck, covering your head to protect yourself from the shards of glass that fly in every direction like tiny projectiles. Little slivers dig into your skin, but you make yourself keep going, clinging to the shadows, moving slowly, being as cautious as you can be.
Outside, you hear muffled voices. You're terrified, for a moment, before you actually listen and realize you can hear Adrian and Chris talking quickly with one another.
You can't make out what they're saying, but you have a split second to make a choice, here. Calling out to them will bring their attention to you, but it will also reveal your location to the one— or potentially multiple— assailants that are hunting you in here. If you remain silent, you may be able to take said assailants down by sneaking up on them, but that also means Adrian and Chris might keep going and leave you here to fight alone when you desperately need backup.
After that beat, you know what your only choice is. You take a deep breath, then call for Adrian at the top of your lungs. Mindful of alter egos and secret identities, you call not his real name, but instead scream, "Vigilante!" as loudly as you can, your own voice ringing in your ears.
There are pounding footsteps as those searching for you within the house of mirrors start sprinting towards the sound of your voice. At the same time, outside, you can hear Adrian shout the name of your heroic(-ish) super identity, though in his apparent shock he nearly calls your real name first. You don’t even care, at this point. You just hope he finds you before the people you're fighting against do.
You don't have that kind of luck, unfortunately. The first person who comes upon you is completely unfamiliar, and they level a gun directly between your eyes. You fire your own weapon before they can fire theirs, taking them out in an instant.
Ears ringing, heart pounding, you jump over them to continue along the hallway. Another shot rings out, shattering another mirror. A scream comes up your throat instinctively, and you let it out, though you've spent years training to be silent in situations like this. With your location already revealed, making noise now can only help draw Adrian and Chris closer to finding you and helping you.
Though that shot missed, when that new assailant aims their at you a second time, you're not fast enough to avoid the next shot that's fired. You hear the noise in almost the same beat that you feel an impossible pressure slam into your shoulder.
A piercing ringing fills your head as you aim and pull your own trigger, taking down the person who's just shot you. You try to take a step forward, to continue pushing on, but you stagger, stumbling over legs that tangle up in themselves.
It's then that the pain hits you like a freight train, a hot bolt of agony exploding in your shoulder and rocketing through your body. You clasp your hand over your wound, sucking in a pained gasp, your gun clattering to the ground as your vision quickly starts to blacken at the edges, too-fast blood loss rattling you from the inside out.
"No!" you hear Adrian scream, sounding both so close and so far away.
Another gunshot rings out, but you don't feel anything, this time. You realize that shot hadn't hit you, that it must've come from somewhere else to hit somebody else. There's a series of shots, after that, all in rapid succession.
Even through the haze of pain as you collapse to your knees, you recognize Adrian's voice as he repeats, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fucking— Fuck! No—"
"Get it together," Chris' sharp, steady voice says, cutting clearly over the noise. “You already killed them all, Vig. You— You obliterated them, it’s over.”
Despite his words, one last shot rings out before silence finally falls. Into that quiet, you can just barely hear the both of them coming closer, Adrian practically sprinting to you. It’s almost impossible to hear over the pain making your blood roar in your ears, but when he’s close enough that you can hear his voice, you can tell he’s speaking.
"Oh, shit," Adrian says, voice already breaking. "Oh, shit, shit, fuck, shit, oh, God, what do I— What do I do? What the fuck do I do?"
You try to force your eyes open, but it's almost impossible. You can feel hands touching you, in the next moment, and you try to shift towards them. That makes the pain in your shoulder explode again, and it hurts so much in such a burst that you think you lose time, for a while.
When you start tugging back towards consciousness, you’re only vaguely aware that any time has passed at all. You just feel disoriented in a way you recognize all too well, and you have no idea how long it’s been since you surrendered in the first place.
Close to you, you can hear Adrian’s voice. There’s a tight pressure in your shoulder and your back, covering the pain, and you can’t help the small, pained whimper that tears up out of your throat at the feeling of it.
“Oh, fuck,” Adrian repeats. “Oh, thank fucking— Oh, fuck! (Y/N)? Please, please, please be alive, please don’t be dead, please, I can’t— You can’t—”
It hurts you so badly to hear the desperate way he’s begging you to live and breathe for him. It takes all of your strength, and some you didn’t even know you had, but you manage to force your eyes open, if only so you can see him and reassure him that you’re not dead. Not yet, anyways— as long as he gets you medical attention before you lose a critical amount of blood, as long as the bullet didn’t hit anything important, as long as you don’t get an infection— so many variables, still, and that’s just if you got out of here alive in the first place.
When you do get your eyes open, you can hardly make sense of what you see, at first. It looks like Adrian and Chris are everywhere, and you think you’re hallucinating for a second before you remember that you’d been in a house of mirrors when you got hit.
The walls feel like they’re spinning, making it impossible to tell up from down. Adrian’s hand finds your cheek in the next moment, directing your face up so you’re looking at him. When your eyes lock with his— with the real Adrian, his mask torn off, and not one of the many reflections around you— he exhales in a burst. His face is beet red and wet, blood splattered in a spray that doesn’t look as though it came from him.
You barely have a second to process him before he’s grasping your face between his hands, his gloved fingers stroking back through your hair, gripping you tight. He whispers your name before ripping you up off the ground into his arms, holding you tightly, a sob exploding out of him. You can’t move, in too much pain to get your arms up, but you wish, more than anything, that you could hold him, too.
“Thank fuck,” Adrian whispers into your hair. He twists his face into yours, repeats, “Thank fuck, I can’t— (Y/N), I can’t—”
You reach up with your good arm, just enough to cover his mouth with the tips of your fingers. He smiles for a flickering second before he registers that you’ve accidentally left blood on his face, gathered on your hand after pooling under you. You watch him reach up to touch your blood on his lips, his eyes streaking with red again as he starts falling apart in earnest.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” he promises. “You’re going to be alright.” He looks over his shoulder, then back to you. “I’m going to carry you, and I’m going to get you help, and you are not going to die. Are you listening to me?”
Your mouth is dry, but you nod weakly and tell him, “Yes,” in a hoarse whisper.
Adrian just stares down at you for a moment, holding your face between his hands. After only a split second, he leans in, pressing a hard kiss to the center of your forehead.
“You’re going to be fine,” Adrian says, reassuring the both of you. “You’re going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.”
He reaches down, removing his hands from your face so he can pull you into his arms. It makes the pain in your shoulder explode again, a burst of pure torment that sends throbbing pulses of agony through your entire body. You try to keep quiet, but your mind swims and you think you lose consciousness again, for a beat, before you’re suddenly blinking awake and looking up into Adrian’s face. It can’t have been that long, because you’re still clearly in the house of mirrors, the disorienting reflections overwhelming you all over again.
This time, your dizziness is even worse, compounded with your shift in position as Adrian’s lifted you up into his arms. Your stomach turns nauseatingly, even as Adrian looks down at you in horror.
“Did you black out?” he asks, voice quiet. He turns backwards, starts to ask Chris, “What sh—”
“I feel like I’m gonna puke,” you cut him off, voice small and ragged. Adrian returns his attention to you, expression panicked.
“Fuck— Okay, just— Whatever you have to do, it’s okay,” he tells you. “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.”
You nod once, tears burning the back of your own eyes in the middle of all this suffering. You rest your head against Adrian’s chest, cheek pressing into the hard armor, and just try to breathe without crying out or vomiting all over the both of you.
There’s a crackle somewhere near your ear, and you hear both your half-broken inner-ear phone and Adrian’s at the same time. Emilia’s voice comes through clearly, saying, “I think that’s all of them. Anyone need backup?”
“Yes!” Adrian exclaims immediately.
“(Y/N) is down,” Chris actually takes the time to explain. “We’re going to meet you outside the house of mirrors. Bring first aid.” He looks at you, and there’s a moment where your eyes meet. You can see, for a second, the fear in his face. You’re not sure you’ve ever been the reason it’s there before. “Hurry.”
Adrian tries to be gentle taking you out of the house of mirrors, but the corridors are small and the corners are tight. With Chris’ help, they manage to get you out without knocking your head into anything, but you’re still curled tightly into him, the position straining the burn of pain in your shoulder.
Once you’re outside, finally breathing fresh air and out of the overwhelming interior of the house of mirrors, you at least feel like you’re not in immediate danger of losing consciousness again.
The entire time, Adrian keeps up an ongoing monologue for you, telling you, “I’m going to fix this, you’re going to be okay, don’t worry, I’ve got you, you’re okay, I love you too much for this, you’re not dead, as long as you’re not dead we can do this, I can do this, you’re going to be okay, I can’t let— I can’t let anything happen to you, it’s going to be okay,” over and over. He gives you reassurances, promises, and you can’t begin to fathom why. All of you have been hurt before— Hell, all of you almost died on your last mission— but, when it’s you hurt this badly, it’s like everything logical has gone out the window, for him.
“Here!” Chris calls. He must’ve seen Emilia, you realize, letting your face smush into Adrian’s Vigilante armor, unwilling to hold your head up anymore. “Hey, right over here!”
“We’re so close, you are so close, it’s going to be okay,” Adrian promises you. Turning his face up, he screams for Emilia, falling to his knees so he can lower you gently to the ground. He takes care with your head, not releasing you even when Emilia sprints over and comes to a stop beside you.
“Hey,” Emilia says to you, as casual as if you were meeting up in the morning to discuss the team’s plans for the day over coffee. “Really stepped in it this time, didn’t you?”
There’s strain in her face, but she’s still trying to make you smile, so you do it. She gives you a shaky smile of her own.
“There we go,” she says. She breaks your eye contact so she can look down at the wound in your shoulder, examining it clinically. After a moment, she tells Adrian, “Turn them over, I need to check their back.”
“No, it’s going to hurt—” Adrian starts to argue with her, but she cuts him off.
“It’ll hurt a lot worse if I don’t see what’s going on,” Emilia tells him. There’s a beat before she speaks, more softly than she usually talks to him, “I know you don’t want to see them in pain. But they’re going to feel it, and I need to help them through it. You can’t stop it. You just have to help, too.”
You can feel the energy practically thrumming under his skin. He’s nearly vibrating, still holding you close in his arms. After a beat, though, he nods, loosening his hold on you and turning you over for her to examine.
You bite back the noises of pain, trying to stifle them as best as you can, but you know you’re not as successful as you wanted to be.
“It went right through,” Emilia says. “That’s a good thing. We should get you to an emergency room right now, though.”
“And tell them what?” Chris asks.
“I don’t care,” Adrian tells them both. He’s already standing again, moving as gingerly as he can to make sure he doesn’t jostle you unnecessarily. The awkward angle must be straining the muscles in his back, but he doesn’t complain, straightening up and heading for the exit you’d all come in through in the first place. As he walks, he tells them, “I’ll come up with something. I’m not going to let them die because we’re afraid some fucking emergency room surgeon’s going to snitch on us. I’ll just— Fuck, if someone says anything, I’ll just kill—”
“You can’t just kill a doctor for threatening us,” Chris says, like he’s expecting Adrian to argue back light-heartedly, their usual banter.
All that happens, though, is that Adrian stops for a split second and looks back at Chris with a thunderous expression, murderously angry. Rage boils under his voice when he tells him, “Yes, I can,” before returning his full attention to getting you out of there as fast as possible.
You cling to Adrian as best as you can, but you’re starting to grow exhausted, the pain and the blood loss and the dizziness overwhelming you and draining your energy out of you. You let your head loll against him, cheek smushed into his chest, eyes drifting closed.
“Hey,” Adrian says above you, shaking you a bit. “Hey, hey! (Y/N), look at me!”
You force your eyes back open, squinting up at him. Tiredly, you tell him, “I wanna sleep,” but he shakes his head viciously.
“No, you don’t,” he tells you. “No, no, you want to stay awake. You want to talk to me. C’mon, talk to me, just— Hey, you’re okay! Isn’t that great? And I’m going to make sure you stay that way, and I’m going to get you all fixed up, and you’ll be just fine, how’s that?”
Blearily, you mumble against his chest, “Earlier, did you— Did you say you love me?”
Adrian’s silent for a moment. You look up at him, head tilting back, and he meets your eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze down, focusing on your wound instead. You can still see the streaks of your blood over his mouth where you’d touched him earlier.
“Yeah,” he admits to you. He huffs a wet laugh, then says, “I’m really fucking sorry. That’s not what—”
“No,” you cut him off. “If—” you stop to take a breath, then start over, breathing and speaking as evenly as you can through the pain. “If I don’t remember this later, remind me.” You reach up with your good hand, cupping his chin, leaving a bloody smear on his skin. Meeting his red-rimmed eyes, you tell him, “I love you, too.”
Adrian looks bewildered, for a moment, before his expression melts into literal open-mouthed shock. You let your weak fingers drop down to hook in his armor, and he takes the signal for what it is, dropping his head down so you can press a bloody kiss to his lips, just off-center.
When you separate, you whisper to him, “I’ll do better next time.”
Your heart is racing, pounding faster than it already was, and you don’t know if that’s good or bad. Emilia’s there a second later, saying, “John’s got the van, let’s go,” and Adrian’s hauling you up into the back of said van.
“I’ve got you,” Adrian repeats the entire way to the hospital, and you believe him. He doesn’t let you out of his sight, not even when you’re bursting through the emergency room doors in his arms and met with a team of doctors. The entire time, even after you’ve been separated from him, you can see him lingering close by, unwilling to risk losing you ever again.
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We’re All Afraid Of Something
Chris Smith/Peacemaker x Reader x Adrian Chase/Vigilante
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: Although you’re terrified, Chris and Adrian talk you into going to a haunted house with them. You try to hide that you’re scared for fear that they will make fun of you.
Warnings: Fear, Claustrophobia, Mirrors
A/N: Hi guys! This fic was written with a gender neutral reader with no specific relationship to the guys so you can imagine anything you want! Platonic? Go for it. Poly? Sure! Feel free to imagine things to your preferences. I won’t lie some of the fears are a little niche because I based them off of myself and real haunted houses I’ve been forced to go to. I know it’s nowhere near Halloween, but I was in a spooky mood. This is my first time writing for Chris so I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️🧜♂️❤️
You stand in line as you try to hide the shaking in your body. You can’t believe you let Chris and Adrian talk you into this. You tried to tell them it was a stupid idea, but suddenly you were being pushed towards the Sebring and you didn’t know how to tell them you didn’t want to go because you were scared. You knew it was just people in costumes and a little bit of fake smoke, but you still weren’t a fan of haunted houses and this was supposedly one of the scariest ones in the state. Despite being part of the black ops team as a tech person and having seen some gore, you didn’t enjoy things that were meant to scare you on purpose. You didn’t understand why people enjoyed being scared. You watched Adrian’s mouth move as he spoke to Chris, but you weren’t listening. You were zoned out in your own world, trying to pretend like you weren’t scared. You didn’t come back to until you heard your name.
“Earth to (Y/N)?” Chris tries to grab your attention. You turn to him.
“Come on. Let’s go.” He motions for you to get in the truck bed. First you would ride on a haunted hayride and that would take you to the different houses. You slowly climbed the steps and took your place to sit between Chris and Adrian. The truck starts and you hold your hands together tightly in your lap. You mostly stare at your hands until you hear a chuckle from Adrian.
“That is so not what real brains look like.” He comments. You cringe, but you look up at the fake body and you have to agree. As some scarier music approaches, you fight to close your eyes.
“Only a pussy would be afraid this!” Laughs Chris. You don’t take his words to heart, but you push down the fear. The last thing you need is Chris making fun of you all night. When some buildings come into view the truck stops. You’re let off in front of the haunted houses. You grab hold of Adrian’s arm to jump from the truck bed and you let your touch linger a little too long.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking.” Adrian questions you.
“Yeah! I’m just…excited!” You lie. You quickly let go of his arm.
“Me too.” He smiles at you. As you walk through the first house, you try to be void of all emotion. If you let on that you’re scared, you know the performers will single you out.
“What’s wrong?” Adrian asks you after the first couple jump scares.
“Nothing’s wrong. What do you mean?” You ask.
“You’re just being quiet. Are you not having fun?” He asks.
“They’re just scared, V.” Chris chimes in.
“Am not!” You argue.
“Do you want to take the lead then?” He asks. He motions for you to step in front of him.
“I would, but I can’t because my vision is already bad enough and it’s too dark in here.” You quickly make up the lie.
“Sure.” He says with a smirk. You can’t actually see his smirk, you just assume he’s smirking.
“It’s okay if you’re scared.” Adrian whispers to you. You turn to him and smile, the red light shining from the ceiling, barley illuminating your faces.
“I almost punched that girl who popped out at us when we turned the corner.” He confesses. You had to stifle a laugh. The thought of Vigilante accidentally punching some poor underpaid actor in the face was a little funny. At every scare Adrian started using his best defense mechanism, his humor, to make you laugh. You made it through the house and you were on the verge of tears from laughing so hard. Even Chris had started to join in on the jokes. You were all having a great time. That was until you got to the next house. The next house was a bit different from the rest. It heightened all of your other senses while keeping the inside pitch black to take away your sight.
“After you.” Chris smiles at you.
“No, I insist.” You stay behind him. You try to make sure you’re behind Chris at all times. He’s a big guy. You were hoping it would be enough to keep people from messing with you guys too much. Chris rolls his eyes and walks in and you stay stand frozen for a minute. Adrian places his hand lightly on your back and guides you inside. You hold your breath. You hate the dark. You no longer feel a hand on your back. You can’t see Chris or Adrian and you feel like you’re completely alone. You feel around and put your hand on a wall. It’s wet and you immediately retract your hand. You frantically wipe it on your pants. What the fuck was that? The first jump scare approaches when you hear a chainsaw rip next to your ear.
“Aw man! Everybody just has to rub it in! Don’t they?” Adrian exclaims. You think back to the time Harcourt wouldn’t let Adrian take a chainsaw on the mission and if it weren’t for the intense fear you were feeling, you would be smiling. The chainsaw gets closer and you try to speed walk away. If you run you’ll most likely hit a wall. You feel…something…coming from the ceiling. It’s all over you. You’re surrounded by the stuff and you can’t get out.
“I think I found the exit.” You hear Chris’ voice. You quickly move to get out of the stuff and you trip and fall. You begin to panic. You hear footsteps coming towards you and you begin to cry. You feel so stupid, but you just can’t help yourself. You’re too overwhelmed. Then you feel something touch your shoulder and you quickly jerk away.
“It’s just me.” You hear Adrian’s comforting voice. You take a deep breath.
“Adrian, this isn’t funny anymore. I want to go home.” You decide to stop lying.
“Chris found an exit. We’re gonna get you out of here.” He promises, taking your hand and leading you to Chris. You grip Adrian’s arm tightly. You exit, back into the moonlight.
“Are you okay?” Chris asks, sympathizing with you for the first time on this trip. You nod and he takes the lead to the final house. You want to object, but you know that going through the final house is the only way you can get to the exit. At this point you’re done pretending like you’re not afraid. You stand in line, fingers interlaced with Adrian’s. Chris puts a hand on your shoulder.
“If you didn’t want to come you should have said something.” Chris speaks. Adrian nods.
“You guys were just so excited and I didn’t want to disappoint you. I also didn’t want you to make fun of me.” You say honestly.
“We’re all afraid of something.” He says sincerely. The guard at the front of the house asks how many are in your party and then let’s the three of you in. Chris leads the way while Adrian holds your hand. You decide everything is going well until you stumble upon a room that is covered head to toe in old mirrors. You grip Adrian’s hand tighter as you try to catch your breath. As the spooky music gets louder, you hear a cracking noise as if one of the mirrors is breaking. You know what this room is based off of and you don’t know if you’ll be able to face her. You wrap yourself around Adrian’s middle. A little shocked at first, he eventually wraps an arm protectively around you. You shut your eyes tightly as you hear a door open. You open your eyes when you start to walk again only to see a woman with blood pooling out of her eyes lunge at you. You let out a scream and grip Adrian tighter. She laughs at you and approaches closer. Chris takes notice.
“Come on, man. Fuck off. Can’t you see they’re struggling?” He sticks up for you. Chris puts himself between you and the woman, pushing you and Adrian into the next room. The next room is a lot calmer. It’s still gross, but not as terrifying. You stand in a kitchen where a man eats some very fake looking ‘human’ meat. You take the moment to catch your breath before you see the exit. It’s a tunnel of sorts. The walls are inflatable, pressing together to cause claustrophobia when you walk through them. You separate from Adrian as it becomes clear you need to walk through in a single file line. He squeezes your hand. You look at him and he gives you a smile. Before entering the tunnel Chris and Adrian make jokes about how the tunnel looks like a vagina or a fleshlight and you guys are just giant dicks. Chris goes first, testing the waters. Now it’s your turn. When you enter, you immediately feel like you can’t breathe. You never pinned yourself as claustrophobic, but with actual walls closing in on you, you started to panic. Your body begins to shut down until you see a hand protruding through the middle of the walls. You gladly take it and Chris pulls you through to the other side and into his arms. You stay there for a minute, trying to catch your breath.
“You okay?” He asks. You nod. You stand on some sort of immobile bridge as colors and shapes move around you on an endless spinning tunnel, meant to give you vertigo. Once Adrian comes through the three of you stumble towards the exit. Still dizzy, Chris and Adrian lead you towards the bench near the exit of the property. Chris sits with you while Adrian insists on going to get you a snack and some water. You watch him run up to the snack counter.
“I’m sorry I made fun of you earlier.” Chris started apologizing. You were shocked. You never thought he would say he was sorry. You didn’t think he felt bad.
“It’s okay. My stupid fears are kinda irrational.” You say as he lets out a laugh.
“Yeah, I get the dark and claustrophobia, but mirrors?” He asks.
“I’ve been afraid of them since I was a kid. That whole story just freaks me out.” You confess.
“What? Bloody Mary?” He questions. Your eyes go wide.
“Stop it! You’re not supposed to say it!” You hit his arm.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary-“
“I’m gonna go check on Adrian!” You say sprinting off in his direction before Chris can finish the chant. You hear his laughter in the background. You catch up to Adrian as he’s paying for the snacks and drinks. He hands you an apple cider donut.
“It’s a crime that they only sell these in the fall.” You smile, taking a bite.
“Should I shoot them for it?” Adrian asks.
“Then who would make us donuts?” You question him. He shrugs before taking a bite of his own. You walk back to Chris and the three of you make your way back to the Sebring.
On the way home on old rock station blasts through the speakers. You don’t talk much on the way home. When you get back you all linger in the car for a minute even after it’s shut off. Chris breaks the silence.
“Fake ghosts or real aliens, no matter what you’ll always have Peacemaker and Vigilante to protect you, (Y/N).” Chris promises.
“Hell yeah!” Adrian chimes in. You smile. You love having your own personal superheroes to look after you.
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