#harcourt x reader

[ikemenomegas]

Too cute

so my cats do this thing where they will groom each other, nap a bit, then start snapping at each other until they have a chase around the house

It was really difficult to cull this list, so I chose ones that seemed fun or obvious from my character list. The experience illuminated the separation and overlap between whumpable characters and ones you want to mess up with your own hands oop.

▷∥ Jihyun (V), Alucard, Joanne Harcourt, Kunikida, Dazai, Jōno, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito, Haku, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Lucio, Asra, Yoshida

now, this list looks deceptively short, but as a vertical post is excruciatingly long. hopefully there's something for everyone, below the cut!

🐊 read until the end for a few extra treats🐊

Omegas who elicit cuteness aggression:

Jihyun (V)

Extremely biteable, extremely squishable, much more playful rather than passive after he learns how to put up boundaries. He's especially nice to overstimulate because he gets wriggly and does a particularly weird thing where he chirps at you, like calling you, and yes, it is very sweet because it's like a reassurance thing, but also it's a bit silly how it gets faster and more frequent the most overstimulated he is. He does overlap quite strongly with a whump factor. He is very pretty when he cries and when he behaves gently or pitifully this makes him even more biteable. Pounce on him. Nicely.

Alucard

Blonde goth sad boy aesthetic, especially with the season 4(?) outfit, makes you want to hug him. Harder. Harder!!! Squeeze him hard!! Luckily, he's very durable and tolerates this with good grace. Biting is interesting because of the whole vampire thing, which I like to think is mutually erotic if you both bite one another. He develops a bit of a degradation thing at some point, and he'll get cute and bratty if you tease him about being a needy little thing, letting you punish or goad him into compliance. He also has overlap with the whump part of the venn diagram but probably don't squish him when he's actually feeling down. Measure out the cuteness aggression by kissing him lots, it'll make you and him feel better.

Joanne Harcourt (before anyone gets stupid, when I talk about Joanne Harcourt he is of course aged up, having survived having the Earl Phantomhive as a friend and hopefully graduated from fantasy Eton little worse for wear)

Joanne gets overwhelmed easily, and whines and trembles when he is. It is exceedingly cute. Tall and willowy with a shy demeanor, luminous eyes, and lightly wind-blushed cheeks (oxford commas!), Joanne is a true English-rose of an omega in traditional high collars and never caught without gloves. If you want to be the one to mess him up with your own hands, you have to be a little bit willing to growl at other alphas who want to do the same but won't take responsibility for it. However, Joanne doesn't carry a strong "whump" factor. He mostly seems to elicit pity and protective instincts when he interacts with the worse part of Phantomhive's magic nonsense, or the underbelly of London.

Kunikida

I never said acting on cuteness aggression is smart with every omega. The first time you finally give in and just... nibble on him, I think Kunikida would start yelling "ouch, what was that for, what a degenerate alpha doing this where anyone can see" yadda yadda, etc etc, honestly a total diva about it, okay maybe you feel a tiny bit guilty, but that is what you love about him. He has a cranky old man attitude, no filter, and a tsundere demeanor that absolutely doesn't land with everyone, but it's extremely funny to make him mad, you get why Dazai does it, and in your case the more he puffs like a done kettle, the more you want to pin him down and make him yell more (he yells after you leave him covered in marks too 😈, it's a shame you're too tired from making them to do more)

Megumi

Triggers cuteness aggression and is just aggressive rip. Snappish, sullen, extremely shy when he reciprocates romantic affection (because it means confronting feelings besides justified irritation and righteous anger and self-effacement). You'd think he'd have Sasuke energy but he's more grumbly than outright lowkey hateful to individuals but does occasionally exhibit some like, aggressive puppy behavior, including the "gets tired and just lays tummy-up on the floor". He's also a little bit used to it. His... Gojo, Gojo's alpha, his sister's friends (Tsumiki knows him too well to be taken in most of the time), Yuuji, Maki... you get it. It's that cute face and "you can't make me admit I like attention" that draws everyone.

Sasuke

Unlike his glass doll of a brother, Sasuke can take some roughhousing and is used to it... from his brother, but also from Shisui and some other cousins/mentors (more on this later). He's sort of resigned to it when he first realizes his alpha is sneaking in some extra squishing or nibbling (as long as it's not so visible it ruins his image). Later though, he starts to expect it and will pout mightily if you don't roughhouse with him extoling both his behavioral and physical delights. This happens the first time during a heat and he is ruthless after, due to being thoroughly embarrassed. When you tone it down to give him time to calm down... he gets petty. Don't you think he's cute anymore! Why aren't you pinching his thighs or his butt when he walks by, why don't you "sneak" up behind him and burry your face in his shirt! Thus comes a rare moment of him sitting on your lap when you're reading and intentionally being cute and putting your hand on his legs to tell you to get on with it again.

Jiaoqiu

The first thing is he makes cute sounds. When he yawns it's like a kitten or a puppy yawning. If you rub his ears or massage behind them, he can make this high-pitched sighing sound that is so cute it literally can flatten someone. The second thing is that his fur parts are so soft he has to scold you for touching him too much/all the time, squeezing too hard like a rambunctious pup. If you look pathetic about it, he will show you how to grab him in ways that are not uncomfortable (and my even lead to something else 😉). The third thing is he is cute when he is cooking (or making medicine but we have to have some self-control). He hums to himself and shuffles in place like he's dancing when he's cooking, and he's so happy when something tastes good. He doesn't cry but super spicy things still make him look uncomfortable and there's something to be said for having to baby him while he's enjoying the pain.

Sunday

He is typically so stiff and anxious it is very difficult to find him doing anything interesting enough to be considered cute, unless you clock this behavior as just really strange and then it becomes sad because it's to do with the collision of personality and upbringing making him really scared to make a "wrong" move. This isn't the part that inspires cuteness aggression. When he finally loosens up (literally, like his tie isn't tight enough to choke him anymore if he's not keeping perfect posture), that's when this show of trust and vulnerability inspires a slightly unfortunate urge to do to him what you cannot reasonably do to small, cute animals. His alpha feel really badly the first time they leave bruises from grabbing his thighs far too hard. Sunday is scared by the cognitive dissonance of his sculpted persona not being the kind of person to let his happen and the marks being result of an unguardedness that felt so good it feels wrong now that he's out of that headspace. It takes a lot of work both with and without a partner to for him to accept the natural messiness of intimacy.

Levi

Oh boy, another grumpy old man. At this point, I think it's to do with my tastes, but I won't apologize for it! Personally, I find the grumpiness cute, like with a grumpy cat. Rbf-disgruntled Levi is just a cute Levi (can be drawn in for some mutual snarking if in public, otherwise just be near him so he's not awkward and alone), a sleepy Levi is a cute Levi (that needs your shoulder as a pillow stat). He's not so cute when he's dressing down a cadet who nearly took another cadet's head off but at least that's not you because Levi has a competency kink. He has this very alert yet relaxed, dare I say perky, way of walking when you tidy your shared spaces to his satisfaction, it makes his butt look very cute and he kind of knows it. Mostly he's the target of cuteness aggression when you're being intimate together. His face just makes you want to bite him and touch him and make him cry more, he needs to fall apart and let you take care of everything.

Omegas with cuteness aggression:

Dazai

He's someone who makes you want to mess him up. Those big pouty eyes, and soft, mischievous mouth, the lanky clumsiness all puts ideas in your head all too easily. However, your impulse absolutely pales compared to his. Dazai is someone who goes above and beyond the simply "want to bite, want to squeeze, want to pinch" of cuteness aggression (see exhibit A, blowing up an old partner he has complex feelings for's car). He isn't destructive with his Alpha, but he isn't above tricking them into situations he will find them cute or responding in a cute way. Innocent methods include trying on cute accessories and going extra cute cafes so his alpha get excited about the food. Less innocent methods include getting himself used as ransom or putting you in a situation where you experience other emotional upheaval (with a suitable catharsis of course).

Obito (and Tobi)

I mean, you had to see this coming, right? The jokester with a savior complex, ridiculously devoted to the people he loves, puts them on a pedestal. Of course he has moments where he thinks his alpha is the cutest thing in the world. And then there's this itch in his teeth that can't be satisfied by anything except for biting, or wrestling, pushing, shoving, play fighting. A non-massacre Obito tones it down a littlem but he's well known to simply enjoy cute things, small animals, sweet old people, butterflies. No one's surprised that he chooses an alpha who matches this aesthetic sensibility of his. He has ADHD so bad (basically as bad as Naruto) and one of the things he hyper-focuses on is his mate, to the point he'll have something similar to Kakashi vs Guy level fights around the village where his blood is pounding, he keeps looking behind him, grinning like mad because isn't his alpha just perfect, so cute how they can't catch him yet, that focused look on their face, ah, that's a clone, the real one's on his left. They've got him and he's got them.

Jōno

Are all of these omegas a little scary?! Scary pretty husbands. Yes. A rarer but no less beloved breed. It doesn't matter than Jōno can't see you, since he can sense changes in your moods and hear everything (rip to your privacy when he's curious). He finds it extremely cute when his alpha is flustered, if his alpha laughs quietly and no one but him can tell they think something is funny, if his alpha gets irritated by people being rude and uses their skills to fix the problem (or even if they just grit their teeth and bear it to preserve decorum), if his alpha does silly things like stockpile way too much of a favorite snack when it's on sale... He knows some of it's silly, but apparently silly is what love makes you. His version of cuteness aggression ranges from saying he wants you to guide him and mushing himself against your side and grabbing your arms too tight to fantasizing about living his life as a vapor so that he can literally sink into your lungs and tissues. He knows this is abnormal, but so is a lot about him, so he keeps these thoughts mostly to himself and limits himself to using very small parts of himself (mostly with permission) or just pressing himself as tightly to your body as possible.

Itachi

Itachi also elicits cuteness aggression, but his reaction outweighs his alpha's and he also gets overwhelmed with others offering those kinds of outbursts at him so he prefers his alpha not to do it [too aggressively]. His cuteness aggression = his feral kitten energy showing. It started with Sasuke. Itachi finds Sasuke unutterably adorable. However, itach is also very reserved and has limited attention to dispense to others, so apart from holding Sasuke all the time when he was a baby and later finding that his hands sort of clench and his teeth ache when his alpha does something very attractive (mitigated by his shuffling closer and perhaps tugging their sleeve so they scent him thoroughly and make him melty and too weak to do anything silly), he never acts on it. Even when he knows what the feeling is, it's mildly disturbing for him to be hit with a destructive urge directed at someone infinitely precious to him, so he mostly attempts to resist it. He's happy enough with a pillow to make biscuits upon if you give it to him (but he'll also be happy to do something like suck on your fingers).

Haku

Haku has a strong affinity for dark mischief and the attitude that necessity is a good excuse for any course of action. He has no qualms about an urge to squeeze his alpha until their bones creak or shaking them until they're dizzy or gnawing on them while they pat his head or biting at their neck and chest and scratching them silly until even they struggle or, or.... okay better calm down now. Sometimes his mate catches him staring at them with this rather intense look, smiling, leaning his head on his hand. Every time you ask him what he's thinking about, he says something that is either nonsensical, or simply distracting like how he spotted a bird in the plants behind you, or something embarrassing about how much he appreciates you, or some other compliment. It's disarming because he's a teeny tiny bit concerned you'll be taken aback by what's in his head. It's better to fantasize anyway where reality cannot bridge the gap.

Lucio

Lucio has a really bad case of cuteness aggression, and he's both obnoxious and loud about it. He's also kind of a wimp though so it comes across more like his typical bratting behavior and is pretty easy to turn the tables on him. Unlike some of the others, this doesn't quiet his mind and get him to back off but makes him more aggressive. If you get him into a spare room or a dark corner, or even his room since somehow the count doesn't do any counting, trying to deal with him, he just gets mouthier and mouthier until the exertion catches up with him and the energy is all worked out. He'll openly say whatever he is thinking. To others, if they were to hear, it may seem a bit scary, but his alpha treats him more like one of his big hounds, ruffling his hair, tickling his tummy, and his teeth aren't so sharp for them.

Asra

I'm pretty sure he engages in some behavior drawn from this emotion in the game. Asra's icon is a fox and his familiar is a snake, he loves twisty puzzles and causing an innocent amount of trouble. Sometimes you catch him digging his fingers into his scarf or bag and staring at you, his lovely eyes practically predatory. He's entirely unrepentant about it. Biting his alpha is something he portions out, lest they get used to it, because the cute, surprised yelp is part of the charm. His cuteness aggression is primarily contained within his thoughts, during which he will just sit happily or wriggle around in a stack of pillows while thinking about the cute things his alpha has done.

Yoshida

He already "liked" Denji so much he ***** and helped ****** and got him*******, it might be scarier to see what he does to someone he loves. Octopi often cannibalize their mates too, as he frequently reminds you when he starts nibbling on you while you're still knotted together. Yoshida is very good at blending in, remaining just the right amount of visible, but with his alpha, he likes to flirt, to fluster, to make them slightly embarrassed or knock them off balance. He likes to cling and suck bruises on your skin, mostly for him, but it's nice when someone who's looking sees it and gets secondhand embarrassment, especially when his alpha mostly looks shy and a bit pleased, like he's given them an amethyst or ruby or a mother-of-pearl to wear rather than just a bruise.

Honorable mentions:

Fukuzawa and Akutagawa both inspire semi-infrequent bouts of cuteness aggression. Fukuzawa usually tolerates his alpha's with good grace, although he feels a bit cornered if you're loud about it out of doors, he is deliciously quiet, if that's a turn-on for anyone. If you try and bite Akutagawa without warning... you'll end up being very grateful for his good reflexes. He doesn't like it much. He's afraid he'll hurt you so probably don't startle him, okay?

Satoru has a mild case of cuteness aggression, but he isn't used to touching people, so he mainly acts annoying about it when he finds you cute. Sometimes he'll yank you in and rub his cheek on you, but it's all an act, usually to put some nosey omega off. Shisui can be an abominable menace in the same vein, eating with his eyes and storing away every memory of anything that endears him since he's unused to contact not associated with either family or violence. Before he's comfortable, he'll do it the same way, too possessive to let the one he wants completely go, but knowing he can't flaunt a claim he doesn't have with anymore more substantial than his presence. Satoru occasionally does something so cute his alpha wants to run at his screaming to bite his throat, but he usually ruins it by saying something stupid. The same impulse in Shisui's alpha scares him so he does the same, redirecting them, once by giving them a literal chew toy, which was a very low moment for their ego.

Aventurine likes to annoy people he finds fascinating. It wasn't always this way, but he likes to give real excuse to people he's worried won't like him, rather than have them hate him for his eyes or his blood or his money or his unattainability or his slutty waist or any of a dozen other things he hardly has control over. When he finally is interested in an alpha, the interest is both irritating and endearing (for him). When he finds them cute, there several layers of panic suddenly embedded under that feeling, under that desire. This ratchets his emotions up high enough that suddenly he wants you small enough to squeeze in his palms, wants to strangle you with pearls, wants you studded with emeralds and sapphires and rubies like they'd made up a stained-glass window you crashed through. The world made sure he was perfectly capable of very visceral violence and he has a very good memory. He bares his teeth in the mirror and sees if he can scare you off so he can stop worrying about this new vulnerability.

Toge lives daily with the knowledge that opening his mouth could hurt his mate very badly, a fact which easily lends itself to intrusive thoughts. He could make them do anything, embarrass them by demanding cute but embarrassing behaviors, command them to stop breathing unless they're looking at him, tell them come to me and see how far they'll go to do so, beg them to put their mouth on him just so he can see that adorable, glassy-eyed looked they get when they taste him for long enough. In some ways they're nice fantasies, where he has a voice he's able to use, where the danger sealed inside him is dangerous but also, not really because it's not his mate, it's a figment of his imagination. When he sees his mate do something cute, habit denies him, but his chest aches to say something but saying anything normal could have unbearable consequences. Sometimes, when his mate catches him in the midst of these daydreams, it helps him to just squeeze them hard and purr, making some kind of noise that tells them how he really feels.

[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

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

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

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

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

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

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

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

[serve-corps]

Joanne Harcourt x fem reader

Joanne helps you with your English homework and let's you know, he knows you're actually a girl, turns out he doesn't care about gender!🤷🏼‍♀️

also, here is an ASMR of Joanne that I made that this story is based on

Footsteps were heard along the cement path as the Scarlet Fox House dormitory for the third year’s door opened. The footsteps continued as the door shut behind it.

A casual hello and greeting were exchanged between the normal students and a blonde sweetheart, all soft smiles and lovey-dovey eyes directed at the very well-known prefect's drudge.

He really was Cole's replacement; he was just as pretty if not far more. However, he was dependable and kind, caring and sweet, he would never harm a soul. Must have gotten that gentle nature from his two older sisters I suppose.

Despite being a kind soul, he was also independent. Him going to Weston collage often reminded you of a baby bird leaving the nest for the first time, spreading its wings at Weston.

The blonde made his way through the years of said collage with only a few hiccups, but he was loved no less, he was friendly with all, well, minus Cole.

As he opens the doors to his room, entering with a soft click behind him, the doors shut. He dragged his feet to his bed which was relatively comfortable. It was far better than what he had as a first year. Damn, he can feel his back aching just thinking about it. It must have been a stone slab covered by a sheet; it was rock solid!

He sat down with an umf as he sighed, feeling the soft texture. for the next few seconds, he was cursing out the education system for their ways of punishment as he gained a Y for not being able to stop Kadar from infiltrating Sapphire Owl House's dormitory.

his thoughts came to a halt as something crossed his mind. something that had been bothering him for a while. He was worried. Worried about one of his dorm roommates.

He built quite the relationship with them as they always tried to help him in any way they could, whether it be with his drudge duties even though he tried to refuse, you always did small things for him that really helped him out.

'I'm worried...I haven't seen them recently...' He thought to himself, Joanne sat on his bed wondering if you were okay, he knew that the year group had an English examination due soon, he wasn't exactly sure how soon but he knew it was coming up. All that could be said was that nearly have the year group was stressed like the dickens.

He specifically recalled how you had a large pile of work on your desk, also remembering how you had missed lunchtime to continue with your work. You would get ill at this rate! he was paranoid about your health mentally and physically.

you've been awfully quiet around school, intentionally or not he still felt as though you were ostracizing yourself from not only the entirety of the school but him as well. he missed you in all fairness.

he knew if he said anything to one of the boys in the school, he would become an outcast again, he couldn't be known for having romantic feelings for another boy let alone one of his closest friends.

while he was off in his own world; thinking of how to comfort you, the door opened, revealing you who was dressed in the Weston college uniform, your hair kept up in a wig but the same colour as your natural hair (if you had parts dyed include them too), your face was very feminine but nobody here could talk, Cole had the face of a teenage girl while Harcourt himself looked like he came out of a freshly printed magazine cover for women to dress like men. you were never judged for that.

you walked in through the doors and closed them behind you, hearing the same click from before but your head snapped to the blonde you treasured ever so much as he called out to you.

"O-Oh! hi! I was just thinking about you!" he said with a soft smile that made your heart melt, you turned your head away to hide your face as you were struggling to compose yourself at his innocence. Joanne panicked at your negligence, feigning that you were upset by what he said,

"All good things! All good things! don't worry!" he said urgently as you turned back to face him, he felt a bit more at ease as you were no longer annoyed, he presumed at least.

Joanne went on to voice his thoughts to you as you once again tried to bury your own grave in work. god, you would be suffocating in it if it weren't for the fact you had draws to put them in instead.

"I've just been a bit...worried..." he turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek as he was bashful for admitting it.

"you've been almost distant with everyone! including me..." he sounded like a kicked puppy as he looked down.

you looked up from your work and softly gazed at the nervous boy as he was showing genuine concern for you.

"I'm sorry Harcourt- I- well it's just- *sigh* I don't really have the time physically and metaphorically..." you responded, your voice hoarse as you hadn't been talking much today. ironic because it was the English-speaking examination that was stressing you out the most.

He looked at you with heartfelt eyes as he heard your voice, this *was* damaging you physically. you needed help. this time, he wanted to help you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? I'm willing to help you in any way I can! I just want to be of use to you (last name)….I really...don't like seeing you like this...." his voice was as gentle as a breeze as he offered to be your short-term therapist for the next few minutes.

you slammed the quill against the desk, breaking the feather as you hit the wooden table that you used quite often with your fist. the shock rattled through your hand, and it stung a little bit. you shook your hand as you looked at the desk in anger, almost blaming it.

sighing, you look at the kind soul who offered you help and explained,

"it's Master Goyal; the English teacher. he's ruthless with deadlines however he; pardon my language, can’t teach jack-shit! I've been stuck writing this damn speech that's worth a large part of my final grade and he won't give me any advice on how to word it! Christ all mighty! all I've done is be a good student and he hasn't helped at all! no! no! scratch that! he's set me mountains of homework!" you went on a rant about the teacher you loath. honestly? that's so fucking relatable.

"you see all this Joanne?! this mountain of damn paper?! you'd think that's all of the work I'd do in a year, right?! HA FUCK NO! he set it as god damn homework!!!" you shouted. you're really goddamn lucky he isn't a housemaster otherwise you'd be so fucked.

"that teacher is my goddamn thirteenth reason..." you mumbled to yourself and Joanne was silent throughout the whole rant, only for you to get an adorable little giggle in return, it stole your heart you had to admit.

"You just need some help with the homework? that's not an issue at all! I can help you with that!" he said with a snicker in his voice, but it died down to a sincere offer,

"I'm willing to help you in any way you need..."

you felt like a weight had been taken off of your shoulders as a smile made its way onto your face, staring at your savoir from this god-forsaken pit of paper.

the boy's attitude lightened up seeing you have a happier face, "I thought you seemed a bit depressed, thank god it was just the homework!"

he said with a gentle chuckle as you listed off a few of the other homework from other teachers who took pity on you, so they gave you less.

you asked him wearily if he was really sure if he wanted to give you a hand and his response was a giggle and a few kicks of his legs at the end of the bed.

"of course! justttt know that biology isn't my strongest subject...Hehe, so you might have to ask Kadar about that one...!"

you yourself chuckled at this as you know soma want the best person to go to about school work anyways, but you gave your dear old friend a little shock.

"Surprisingly, I'm very well-read in biology, whether it be anatomy, cells, or photosynthesis, I'm like a jack of all trades in that category!"

the boy sighed in relief, "Oh thank goodness, personally I excel in chemistry so I'll be able to help you in that aspect"

after that conversation with Joanne, he clapped his hands together and stood up, "Right! let me help you with this English speech!"

you sighed as you ruffled through some papers, muttering curses at Master Goyal once more only to result in the papers being mixed in with the rest of the homework. damn.

about two minutes later, you arrived victorious as you pulled out your speech, handing it to the blonde who was waiting patiently, secretly finding your struggle amusing as you looked like you wanted to throw hands with sheets of paper, damn his feelings were wrong.

he started reading over your speech, noticing your mannerisms and techniques. you were very well versed in the writing sector, you did ace your English literature after all, but the confidence portrayed through your words were appalling, he softened the commentary as much as he could.

"(your fake name), I think...you uhm... you have the right phrasing and techniques but you're lacking in the ahem...confidence department.

the listeners won't be engaged unless you sound like you’re the only right person, you need to have more confidence- uh"

you had your hand covering your mouth, finding it harder and harder to shut up your giggling the longer he spoke, snorts leaving your shanking form. he sighed in exasperation at this.

"Can you stop laughing? please? it's not that funny..." he said trying to be serious, however, failing miserably. he himself cracked a smile that he tried to shoo away because of your adorable laughter.

"but it is! do you remember what you were like before you became a drudge? you were as quiet as a mouse!" your snorts turned into full-on cackling as Joanne lost his serious act unintentionally.

"yes, yes I know, how ironic. Joanne Harcourt telling you to be more confidant...sooo funny..." his voice was shaky from trying not to laugh, only to break a little bit when you slapped your knee and wheezed out, "but it is though-"

"Okay! but I'm being serious! this could help you in the long run (Y/f/n)!"

your laughing at him continued as he Shakely explained the importance of confidence that you needed in your speech, you were taking the advice though, almost to heart as he dished out tips and tricks.

he ended up finishing his little lecture about voice and tone for you to still be softly giggling at him.

he let out a short sigh and crossed his arms, leaning back from you with a pouty face, "You're so mean!" but that charade ended rather quickly as you both grabbed hold of the other and both started laughing, these were moments you treasured with this boy.

he might not know you were a girl but you were still in love with him.

you both calmed down and you finished quite a large sum of the work together, at the least 75% of it was done, but time flew as you did the work together, it didn't even feel like work when you were with Joanne. I suppose that is a good thing, right?

suddenly, Joanne spoke up. " how about this, we go meet up with Prince Soma tomorrow and study some more English and chemistry because let's face it, if it was a chance of life or death with you answering a chemistry question? we're all as good as dead." both of you chuckled at this.

Joanne perked up as he came to a realization, "Wait, what's the time? you have a watch, don't you?"

you looked at your wrist and your eyes widened.

"Holy shit, it's almost 11 o'clock at night!" you whisper yelled.

"it's nearly 11?! crap! we have to get to bed now! I don't want a Y!"

several days had passed and now it was the night before your English-speaking exam, you felt confident you were going to rock this shit because you had your crush's help throughout it all.

you tossed and turned in your bed, only to hear Joanne softly whisper to you "Are you awake (Y/f/n)?"

the housemaster put us to bed about an hour ago, the routinely 5-minute checkups are now over as the housemaster has gone to bed. everyone in the room was asleep, apparently apart from you and Joanne.

"yeah, I am. what's up blondie?" you whispered back to him, turning to face him as he was led down in his bed which was next to yours.

"It’s just- I'm worried for you is all...do you think you'll be okay tomorrow, I did my best to help you..."

you sighed as it seemed Joanne Harcourt was more nervous about your exam than you were, honestly? that sounds just like the boy you fell in love with.

you dragged your feet over the side of the bed, heading straight for his as he was laying there shocked at what you were doing.

"w-wait...what are you? -"

you climbed into his bed as he led there still as a rock, trying to grasp the situation. you rested next to him, hoping to not only calm his nerves but to calm any of yours that could have been flying around out there somewhere for your exam.

"Why are you in my bed?... What on earth are you doing in my bed?..?" the boy whispered with a stutter. a blush painting his cheeks a light pink as his innocence overtook him.

despite his embarrassment, he pulled through, "You know I'm a prefects drudge right? it- it's improper for me to do this I-"

you hushed him and replied to the silent question why do you want this?

"I need the comfort, I don't want to burst into a panic attack as soon as the exam starts, right?" you say with an extremely calm voice, not a single hint of paranoia lacing it.

"This doesn't permit you to- if word got out then-"

"Then be quiet." you hushed him as he would wake the other three in the room.

he took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable. "t-this is fine..."

"But why me? you have a friend in Scarlet Fox House who'd be more than happy to do this, so why me- uh!"

you shut him up by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him into your chest. this leads to him being a blushing mess.

"p-please be considerate of the fact I know your confidential secret...that..." he gulped and looked down, not at your tits, just down.

"that you're not a male..."

your breathing stopped for a second. your thoughts going a million miles an hour as now the panic had kicked in, but only one thought stood out from the rest. 'will be okay with dating me now?'.

he chuckled at your shocked face as he debunked your attempts to hide it. "you thought you were slick, didn't you? it was obvious to me after a while...you don't bathe with us but you're always hygienic so you must do so separately...your body stature is very feminine.

you cut him off by nuzzling his chest, that really was an effective way to shut him up. "do I really provide that much comfort?.." he said in a hushed voice.

all you did was nod silently.

he sighed, "Fine... I'll sleep with you. just for tonight! I don't want you getting the wrong idea." he scolded in a motherly tone. you know damn well you'll be doing this from now on every night.

the looked down at your face as he looked into your eyes. your body reacted instinctively as you felt his breath against your face. you strained upwards, "What are you-! *gasp*" You cut him off quickly with a short peck to the lips, they felt so soft, you wanted another taste...but no, you need to make sure it's okay with him first.

red crawled up Joanne's neck all the way to the tips of his ears as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, he was a stuttery mess.

he quietly cleared his throat to regain himself. As you stared at him lovingly, it made him all the more flustered.

"y-you could have at least told me your real name first-"

you stroked his cheek softly as you took a deep breath,

"O-Oh, I wasn't expecting you to actually-"

"(y/n)."

there was silence for a moment as if he was soaking in the same to match the face. his eyes now reflected your loving gaze.

"that's such a beautiful name. It suits you well..." he chuckled softly.

"Just make sure you ask next time you do that... I'd be more than happy to let you..."

both of your faces were slowly leaning closer, your eyes asking the question that you so desperately wanted to ask for you,

"you can do it as often as you like...mmf-!" his eyes widened once more but this time they shut to savor the moment, he tasted like honey and scones, but tea time was over five hours ago...must be his natural taste...

as you both pulled away this time, the kiss was dragged out longer, but both of your eyes slowly opened. you both appeared to have the air stolen from your lungs. you felt your heart melt as he said,

"you're cute, even dressed as a boy, you know that?" he rested his forehead against yours as you hummed in contentment, a small smile gracing your lips as you now felt tired and relieved.

"let's keep this between us, okay? I don't think Redmond should know about this...

I think it would be nice to make this a normal thing, like our own little homework club!" he said excitedly only for you to softly shush him and stroke your thumb against his cheek.

"two members only, I wonder why...." he said gently as your eyes fluttered shut, yet you still moved your head to kiss him once more, a short kiss that said shut up in a nice way. this led to a giggle from him.

"Maybe that's why..."

[thegr33nc0met]

Peacemaker Masterlist

♥︎Chris Smith

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♥︎Adrian Chase

Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎Emilia Harcourt

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♥︎Leota Adebayo

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♥︎Clemson Murn

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

[gothgleek]

Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.

This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written for🖤

Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.

“She’s mad because she didn’t get any last night.” He said with glee.

“Seriously?” Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driver’s seat.

“I thought it was tradition for the two of you to ‘break in’ every motel room you sleep in.” Adebayo questioned while making… some sort of gesture with her hands.

“It is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.” You turned to face Adrian. “Do you want to tell them why we didn’t honor tradition last night?”

Adrian sighed and pouted. “Pre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.”

“You’re kidding.” Economos deadpanned.

You were well aware of Adrian’s rather… strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.

For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon it’s a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.

“All I’m saying is, it’s better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.” Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. “And we can’t pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise we’d be no better than the bad guys.”

“Low radar?” You scoffed. “You’re dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And I’m not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!”

“Thank you for remembering it’s teal,” Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldn’t be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the team’s detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.

“He’s not kidding.” You crossed your arms.

“Babe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-“

“Okay!” Harcourt interrupted and started the van. “I do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.

The following evening, after a day of ‘innocent’ flashing Adrian- as well as ‘accidentally’ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Please forgive me,” He begged into your ear. “I know you’re wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know that’s my weakness.”

You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a ‘Welcome to Wyoming’ sign.

“I’ll forgive you in two miles,” You said and faced him. “But I can think of something to do while we wait.”

You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.

“Come on,” You begged in between kisses. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Shhhh…Hold on,” Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off him. “Public sex is still illegal in Wyoming.”

He was fucking with you. Truly he was. “That’s never been an issue with you before!” You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.

“It wasn’t until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,” He said in a deep voice. “But if you’re so desperate, climb on sweetheart.” He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. “Because I’m not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.”

You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.

“Shhh… slow down baby girl,” Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. “Slower… I said slower, baby girl. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.”

“Good girl,” He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. “You look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.”

You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.

“Please baby, I want you,” You begged. “

Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrian’s lap.

“We are at the motel,” He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. “I will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.”

The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.

“I need you,” He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.

“I love this bra so much.” He says between kisses. “You look so hot in teal… you look hot in all colors… but teal… teal takes the cake”

“And speaking of cake…I need to see those panties,” He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you would’ve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He panted as he hastily pulled it down. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.”

Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.

“Ride my face,” He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. “I don’t want anything but you. Sit on my face now.”

You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldn’t make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.

“Fuck! Adrian!” You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Too much… fuck please, I’m getting… I’m getting closer! Fuck me! I’m getting closer! Oh fuck… Adrian… please…” Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.

Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.” He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.

You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babe.”

Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. “Such a good girl baby, you didn’t even need my cock to cum.”

“No please,” You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. “I need that too.”

“You’re pretty when you’re begging for my cock babe.” Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.

Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal you’ve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. “Good girl, get them nice and wet for me.”

He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. “We can never go to Utah again baby,” The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. “I can’t go another day without seeing you like this.”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.

You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.

Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.

“Are you tired already baby?’ Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. “We need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.”

“Well if you insist baby,” You smile at him.

The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.

“What’s wrong now?” Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.

“Those two-” He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. “Were celebrating being in Wyoming all night.”

[justanoasisimagines]

Saved you a seat?

Summary: After a long mission, Harcourt insists on a debrief in a cramped hotel room. Adrian realises it's the perfect excuse to have you sit in his lap. Except Chris can't stand you two being affectionate with each other... Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader WordCount: 598 Prompt: Adrian offers you his lap as a seat. Warnings: N/A A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday. If you'd like to see a part 2 of this or more with these two. Let me know. Continuation of this Drabble. Also based on this Headcanon Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

The mission had been a total disaster. Your information was wrong. Your source had fled the second you caught on. It was a disaster, catastrophic. Everyone was battered, bruised and so desperate for their beds.

All you wanted was to go back to the hotel, take a bath with Adrian, eat something and rest.

Yet Harcourt had to insist on a debrief.

Dragging your body into her hotel room, you struggled you were about to sit down on the adjacent bed, when Adrian waved you over.

“Babe, here, you can sit on my lap.” A weak smile etched on your lips, you make your way over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. Your body relaxed into his warmth. Adrian always ran warm. Eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into the curve of Adrian’s neck.

Adrian was safe. Adrian was home.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Your eyes snapped open, and Chris was glaring at the two of you again. You’d never encountered someone so anti PDA before. Which was peculiar to you, coming from the man who frequented threesomes.

“Don’t start this again,” You warned, glaring like a razor-sharp knife. Your body was aching, beat up and bruised, but you’d find the strength to shut him up.

“It’s totally inappropriate.”

“Dude, the only person who has a problem with this is you,” Adebayo replied. You observed Chris give Harcourt a look to back him up, but she shook her head.

“Don’t look at me. As long as it doesn’t affect their work, I don’t care.” Christopher rolled his eyes.

“See, can we get on with the debrief now?” Chris rolled his eyes as the debrief commenced, eyes struggling to stay open, bodies tired and worn. Your eyes struggled to stay open, and Adrian’s hand trailed up and down your back in smooth circles.

“Don’t listen to him, babe. Do you know it’s been four months since he’s gotten laid? I get grouchy after a couple of days.” Adrian whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. You didn’t hide the smirk as you regained focus on the conversation.

“Can you both fucking stop. Whispering amongst each other. What trading secrets now?”

“One, she didn’t say anything. Two, I simply stated the obvious; you're so hellbent on watching us all the time because you can’t get any yourself!”

“That’s bullshit!”

“Is it?”

“It’s either that or jealousy? I get it, man, I have a super hot, amazing girlfriend. Who wouldn’t want to be with her? The problem is she’s mine. Best-friend or not, you’re not taking her from me.”

“Why would I want someone like her?” Sometimes you forget how quickly Adrian’s reflexes are. Suddenly, you were sitting on a mattress, and Adrian and Chris were suddenly toe-to-toe. Adrian’s face turned red.

“Don’t disrespect her! Because if I have to choose, it’s her every time.”

“Yeah’ll you’re not my best friend, Eagly is” Adrian’s face suddenly dropped, as he left the room without another word. Suddenly, everyone was awake, staring directly at Chris.

“Why can’t you just let him be happy? All he wants is your approval, and yet instead of being happy for him, you have to make it about yourself! Next time you have a problem, why don’t you take it out on me? At least I don’t give a shit what you think.” You rose from your seat, ignoring the aches and pains, now worried about Adrian.

“I’ll go sort out your mess, while you think about what you’ve done.”

[training4theapocalypse]

Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you the PI?”

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

You nod. “TechConomos?”

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

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

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

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

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

Vigilante.

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

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

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

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

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

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic. 

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn. 

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution? 

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut. 

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

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Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!” 

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy. 

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file. 

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder. 

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present. 

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.” 

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too. 

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.” 

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.” 

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out. 

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal. 

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.” 

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.” 

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it. 

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job. 

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.” 

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous. 

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments. 

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look. 

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours. 

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass. 

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently. 

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly. 

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver. 

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to. 

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it. 

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then. 

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing. 

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum. 

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else. 

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?” 

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size. 

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light. 

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him. 

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

🦂 Rapunzel 🦂

Dr. Florence Seward x fem!reader

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Su!cide Attempt, Bruises, not specified whether romantic or platonic, psychologist/patient, Comfort, Selective Mutism, Dissociation, Asylum, Pet Names, author thinks this is boring

wc: ~ 3.6 k

summary: It's December 27th. Late at night, Dr. Seward gets a call from Bethlam Royal Hospital about a patient she's been seeing.

A/N: Big trigger warning! It's non-graphic but thematically quite heavy. Read at your own risk. I made an OC just because of the topic so that the reader maintains some distance.

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Spending Christmas alone was a pointless endeavour, as far as Florence was concerned, and so she’d spent the holidays in her office, catching up on patient files by candlelight, since daylight was scarce in the depths of winter. In the corner of a new page of her notebook, she wrote down Dec. 27th with her fountain pen.

“Dr. Seward?” the new secretary—Mr. Fletcher—knocked on the wooden frame after having already opened the door to her office—as if it would annul the unseemly breach of decorum. For all of Renfield’s eventual descent into vampirism, his manners had been flawless from the day he started working for her. She set the pen down on the paper with a sharp pointedness, raising her eyebrows at him.

He shrank and gathered his hands close to his chest as if blocking a bullet to his heart, tapping from one foot to the other in this unbearable habit before speaking.

“It is way past my office hours, Fletcher. And yours, might I add. What is it?”

“A call came in. From Bethlam.”

She let go of the pen entirely and leaned back in her chair, keeping the heels of her hands against the edge of the table. “Bethlam?” she said, puzzled. “At this hour?”

After what Vanessa had told her about her treatment, she’d begun looking into the place under the guise of a private research project on institutionalised patients that aimed to promote successful releases accompanied by outpatient care and had taken up a few hours there.

“Yes. It concerns a Miss Harcourt in your care?”

Florence pushed up from her chair, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose. Elizabeth Harcourt; eighteen years old. Little Lizzy—she’d come to think of her as even though she knew she shouldn’t. “What about her?”

“They wouldn’t disclose it to me.” He pressed his thin lips shut right after speaking, making them almost disappear. She never understood what it was that made her so fearsome, but after her late husband, she preferred it this way. Perhaps she’d gained an aura after that night that she wore like a military badge.

“Get them on the phone again, Fletcher!” she demanded and went straight to the liquor cabinet for a glass of whisky and a cigarette. She’d given up on quitting after Vanessa’s death. Bethlam calling at this hour couldn’t mean anything good, and after how the last session had unfolded, her insides twisted.

-> continue

[kinkyniragi]

Dirty hands

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader Genre: Dark, psychological smut 18+ Summary: Lillian “Lily” Harcourt, daughter of Chief Inspector Harcourt, a man sworn to fight crime in 1920s Birmingham, is given a dangerous mission: Get close to Tommy Shelby. Charm him. Uncover his weaknesses. And betray him. But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to remember which side she’s on. The mission was never meant to feel like this. CN: Power play, p in v and a and stuff, rough and kinky like always, Tommy just claiming her whole body with all he has. Please note that this is all just fantasy. Things that happen in my stories should always be consensual. Take care. Author’s note: This is my longest one so far. For better readability, I’ve split the story into separate chapters, one will drop each day for 7 days straight! If you want to be among the first to read it as soon as it’s out, just ask me to be added to the taglist! Feel free to leave comments and share my story if you enjoy it – I truly appreciate every bit of motivation to keep writing.

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Chapter 1: The First Lie

Chapter 2: Charming the Devil

Chapter 3: Invitation to the Unknown >>>Out now<<<

Chapter 4: Buried Beneath >>>Out now<<<

Chapter 5: Torn >>>Out now<<<

Chapter 6: Lily (Out: 7/4/25) Chapter 7: Toxic Games (Out: 7/5/25)

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[busylickingsatansballs]

Three's a crowd

Adrian chase x reader slight Rick Flag x reader

Warnings: slightly smutty, swearing, stalking, voyeurism and I think that's it if there's anything else lmk.

Summary: Adrian's a stalker but maybe this time it's not completely unwanted.

A/N: I had a dream about this.

Where are you? We need to talk. Come to your place now.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Why the hell was he at your place? He’s not your boyfriend he had no right to order you about. Sure he was handsome tall, dark, conventionally attractive it was his personality that ruined it. Always wanting to be in your space, wanting to team up for missions. it was too much. You’d teamed with leota as much as you could which is why you’d grown so close. It was a little awkward at first given who your dad was but that soon melted away when she realised you were nothing like him.

Your shoulders tensed and your stomach twisted, how the hell those four little words had the power to bring every bad thing you’ve ever done flashing before your eyes you’d never understand. You weren’t a bad person, maybe a tad morally grey sometimes but that was to be expected being peacemakers little sister. Sometimes you had to make the hard choices because Chris just couldn’t.

You glance over at him on instinct laughing loudly as he not so subtly flexed leaning closer to Harcourt desperately trying to impress, she seemed more open to it than she did when the team first got together. She wore a relaxed smile and that black shirt that Chris said made her tits look ‘Stellar’ Adrian couldn’t make it busy patrolling, he’d been doing that a lot lately.

Your stomach flutters as an image of him in his vigilante costume comes to life especially his ass, God he was gifted.

And you were being a pervert.

You flex your fingers, eyes drinking in the room. As you down the rest of your drink chasing away all thoughts of Adrian as you type a quick ‘what’s up’ back to Rick. There was no point in but you asked anyway he was a face to face guy liked to watch your reaction before you had chance to rehearse it. Leota notices you picking up your jacket “leaving already?”

“got people to see places to be” you retort fingers tight around the now empty glass.

She cocks a brow  “and what people might they be” she sasses playfully. you gesture to your phone spinning it round so she can read across the table.

“Y/Ns in trouble ” she sings but it’s lost to the noise of the bar.

“grow up, think you’ll survive without me?” leaning back in her seat she cocks her head towards the others.

“hell yeah, Chris has been putting the moves on Harcourt all night and I want to see what happens. Good luck. ”

Shrugging on your jacket you throw your arms around Leota in a tight hug she easily returns with an enthusiasm you could only blame on the booze you’d both knocked back. “thank you. See you all later” you call to the others with a tight smile, you don’t wait for them to reply as your already spinning on your heels and rushing out the bar on your way home.

It’s quiet when you make it to your apartment block, has it always been this quiet or were you just paranoid?

 You sway still slightly drunk regretting not calling an uber. You pull out your keys letting yourself into the lobby passing the night security you give him a nod of acknowledgement as you head straight for the elevator. Nerves kicking in as you punch in the number for your floor, your fingers tingle as you press your fingers flat against your palms, bouncing on your feet trying to ease your anxiety you realise Rick never messaged you back.

You squint at the brightness of the lights as you make your way down the hallway to your door, your ears pick up what you think is faint arguing, which you brush off as your neighbours until you realise the closer you get to your door the louder it is. Rick never mentioned bringing anybody with him, your skin prickles as you reach the end of the long hallway putting your hand against the door as it squeaks noisily you realise it’s slightly open which in your slightly tipsy state you’d overlooked. You push it all the way surprised to find Adrian on one side of the room clad in full vigilante costume aside mask and Rick on the other in army pants and an almost too tight ridiculously orange shirt.

“what the fuck is going on?” both men’s gazes snap to you and for the first time all night Adrian thinks he might faint. Rick was a sneaky bastard, Adrian wishes he’d shot him as soon as he’d caught him snooping through your apartment. It was harmless of course Adrian wasn’t a creep, no he was a concerned friend who just happened to be passing by who had to make sure your apartment was secure.

And jerk off to your underwear, Okay so he was a pervert. Sue him, he couldn’t help it. You made him feel hot, dizzy to the point it was a miracle he could look you in the face at times.

 His skin was melting he was sure of it, his suit felt tighter, almost fused to his skin. Rick shifts slightly out of the corner of his eye and his gaze snaps back almost as if he’d forgotten he was there.

“I can explain” he begs, literally begs hands clasping in front of him as he pleads for you to understand with his eyes. You’re not sure you do but you could never be mad at him.

He was your friend, a fiercely loyal one at that. Whatever was happening you were sure it was a misunderstanding.

“like hell you can, you’re a pervert.” Rick snarls.

You shoot Rick a look “don’t call him that.” he looks taken aback.

“he’s a sicko Y/N”  Rick doesn’t let up before turning to Adrian. “I know exactly what you are, I know that you’ve been watching her that’s why I followed you. I fucking knew I’d catch you eventually.” Rick looks triumphant, smug and it bothered you to no end.

Who asked him to get involved, yes Adrian could be a bit much at times but you always found his enthusiasm sweet. There was something sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to show he cared that you just couldn’t get enough of.

And now you’re all just awkwardly stood there in what appears to be the worst Mexican stand off ever. Rick’s staring holes through Adrian, Adrian’s looking between you both as you debate whether it’s worth having that bottle of red you’d been saving for a special occasion.

You need to de-escalate this and fast, Rick looks more ready to jump across the room as time goes on and the last thing you needed was another noise complaint.

“look I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation to why he’s here” moving the hair stuck to the back of your neck you roll your shoulders.

That was a lie.

“bullshit” Rick snaps “I see the way he looks at you, following you like some puppy and he’s just always right fucking there Y/N open your eyes.”

Adrian stiffens he really didn’t think he was that obvious thought he was playing it cool.

“why does that bother you so much? Maybe I don’t mind it” both men stare at you and you wish you’d gone for that bottle.

“It is late I need to shower and go to sleep, I don’t have the energy for this right now. We can talk about this later. But for now you need to go.” You point to the door and wait.

 Rick’s face is less than pleased but he knows when he’s lost. He walks past you murmuring about how this was the last time he tried to help, shoulder brushing against yours slamming the door behind him.

Adrian moves to the window probably to go out the same way he got in “not you” you snap.

He balks stopping short hands dropping from the window.

Maybe he could run for it.

“so” you start after a few seconds of awkward silence.

The air is tense, you feel hot thinking of him watching you but maybe that’s the alcohol in your blood.

 Adrian straightens up half expecting you to tell him what an utter fucking creep he was. “what are you doing in my apartment?” you try to meet his gaze which he drags lazily around the room.

“was checking that your apartment was secure” even he doesn’t believe that lie.

You snort god he was such a bad liar.

 Making your way across your apartment throwing your phone down on the kitchen counter before turning and leaning against it in a way that draws his attention down to your chest making his cock twitch.

You don’t miss the way he shifts to arrange his pants.

You find Adrian closer than before but not as close as you’d like. Like he was still debating leaving.

You don’t want him to.

 What the hell wrong with you? He’d broken into your home and let’s face it was probably stalking you.

 And you wanted him closer.

 “do you break into all your friends apartments?”  you pull yourself up to sit on the counter legs swinging childishly.

Adrian drinks in your relaxed state, It almost seems you like this, almost.

I mean what was he supposed to say to that?

Hi yes I’m stalking you, I’m so in love with you I stand on the roof opposite your building, jerking off, watching you because you never close your fucking curtains. And if you don’t close them you must like it a little bit. I stole your underwear, lay on your bed when you’re not home just to be surrounded by your scent.  

You drive him insane.

No that was too much you’d definitely tell him to get out and he already feels like the ground he’s treading on is fragile.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen. I like watching you.” And from anyone else that could be so innocent but with the way he’s looking at you, you know it’s anything but.

You fix him with a look but his gaze doesn’t falter doesn’t break under your own.

“so you’re a pervert then” his eyes flash and heat floods straight to your core.

 This was dangerous but he was past caring.

“yeah - yeah I’m a pervert” his voice strains, Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, your eyes follow the movement.

“I don’t mind you watching me” he steps closer. This couldn’t be real.

You slide from the counter to move closer

“yeah?” he was going to explode.

“I still need to shower” hoping he gets the hint, he does.

“I could join you.”

“It would save water, good for the environment.” He agrees wordlessly his eyes don’t leave yours, you both stand there desire swirling making the air hot.

You drop your gaze to the floor.

Your hair is damp stuck to your face, Adrian reaches to push the stray hairs back into place.

Then reaches slowly behind you to cradle your head, you tilt it up to look at him.

And you just can’t fucking take it anymore.

Pulling him in lips meeting  in a less than graceful manner all teeth and tongue as he presses you back into the counter, hand turning to fist your hair. Your cunt pulses between your thighs as his fingers dig into your skin lifting you effortlessly, you hold on locking your legs around his waist.

Your back meets the wall, his hips roll against yours making you see stars. And it’s the first time you’ve really felt him and my god was he gifted.

You pull back as soon as air becomes a requirement taking in a gulp, as his lips move down your neck to your collar bone creating a blazing trail, his teeth graze your soft skin making you shiver.

Like he wants to bite but doesn’t.

“Shower.” You pant, wordlessly he carries you to where your bathroom is and you want to ask him how he knows but remember that’s a stupid question.

Of course he knows.

Yeah, you were definitely getting a noise complaint.

[starsofmilos]

Love? (Adrian Chase x reader)

Summary: A devil and the vigilante meet and find one in each other.

A/N: Hello everybody it's been a long while but with season two coming I wanna get back in the ring. Now I wrote this with the purpose of getting through some things to be honest so if it makes you uncomfortable check out my other stuff instead?

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, dark themes, mentions of violence, mentions of sex, mentions of blood, mentions of devils,

Masterlist

This is a new series I'm working on kinda like my black widow and witch series. A series of oneshots that tie in but can be read alone!

If you wanna send in request for this series you can!!

No one mentions how hard it is to look in the mirror.

The eerie feeling of disgust that sometimes washes over you. Most people don't know how to put it in words. It's hard for you to put it in words.

All you know is that whatever happened.

Happened.

The memories don't ever really leave. Doesn't matter how much therapy you go through. It always lingers

"So how is my favorite patient feeling today?" Your doctor spoke as he sat across from you.

"Okay or whatever." A mumble came out. You didn't think talking was that essential. Your doctor sighed once more.

"See this is why I don't think I should clear you for the field. Waller put in a request I send you out for a task force, but I don't think you're ready. It's been months and you won't talk." He sighed.

"Waller wants me back that's not shocking." A bitter scoff left you.

"She does, but I don't think you're ready. When Rick Flag found you he said your injuries were-"

"RIck Flag is dead what does that matter-"

"What I'm saying is what you went through wasn't easy. You were made as a weapon against your will and other things happened against your will-"

"If I say I'll join Wallers task force can I go?" You cut him off.

"I want you to get better." Your doctor spoke up. "And you won't let me help you. You won't take any of the advice I've given you nor have you attempted to open up-"

"Because it's waste of time! Why do I need to talk about it? Rick Flag was the only person I ever told about it and he died. I just want to fucking move on already and being here doesn't help!" You slammed your hand down panting angrily.

No one ever talks about the rage you feel eventually after.

"So please just sign me off for the field and let me move on." You cleared your throat covering your face with your hands.

"Considering how this is the most you've spoken in months since you became my patient, I'll sign you for the field, but we continue these sessions. Maybe a distraction is what you need." He spoke

"Thanks." You murmured standing up to walk out.

The next day, you got ready before driving to the location they sent you.

It was a record shop?

Walking in, you ignored the musky scent in the air looking around. A pair of green eyes locked onto yours.

"Who the fuck is this?" The eyes you locked in with shouted standing up pulling out a gun. You raised an eyebrow scoffing.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" You spoke as he glared at you.

"Woah woah!" Another voice shouted. "Vigilante she's the new recruit!" A voice yelled out.

"Harcourt?" She turned seeing you giving you a nod.

"Yup it's me. Waller sent John and me here as punishment for Project Starfish." Emilia sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. "Good to see you too Y/N." She gave you a tight smile.

"Ahh my months off the field in therapy might be why sent me here too. You know how she feels about weakness." You rolled your eyes walking in more.

"Yeah she sure did rant about you." John spoke up nodding at you.

A small laugh left you, "Good to see you too Economos." You sat down nodding at Vigilante. "Who's this?"

"I'm Vigilante. Sorry didn't know you were joining the team!" He grinned at you. You nodded at him not saying much.

"Y/N." You gave him a short response taking a seat. "So what's the job?-"

"Guys you'll never guess what I found-" Your eyes glared at the next person who spoke.

Christopher Smith.

The man who killed your best friend. Rick Flag. The only man you ever felt safe around after everything happened to you.

"What the fuck?!" You shouted standing up. Chris's eyes widened as you grabbed your gun loading it.

"Hey!" Vigilante shouted out pulling his gun out again. "I'm not letting you shoot my best friend!!"

"Oh you're his friend." You pulled your other gun out pointing it at Vigilante. "That means you die too-"

"No one is dying!" Emilia shouted out. "Y/N they're part of this task force-"

"Oh this has to be a fucking joke. Waller wants me to work with him?" You shouted out.

"Like working with the fucking devil sounds fun for me-" Chris yelled out quickly getting cut off by you.

"I'm not a devil!!" You yelled at him. "But I will gladly become one just to end your fucking life-"

"Enough!!!" Harcourt shouted out. "I know it's hard for you to see him. Trust it was hard for us at first too. Considering how much of a dick he is, but we can't kill him. This mission is too important."

Your hand shook as you nodded setting the gun down. Your eyes met Vigilante. "You could put yours down too."

He nodded setting his gun down. "Now can someone explain what this important mission is?" You asked.

"Aliens?" You laughed after they filled you in. "Waller wants us to kill aliens!"

"Pretty much." Harcourt explained as she sighed taking a seat with you. "I know sounds fucking stupid, but this is the team." Harcourt explained.

You nodded sighing afterwards. "Got it." You looked around feeling a pair of eyes on you. It was Vigilante.

"Why did he call you a devil?" He asked.

"What?" You glared at him "I'm not a devil." You corrected him.

Vigilante nodded, "Alright alright cool it, I was just curious cause I can say for sure you don't look like a devil." He smiled.

You raised an eyebrow as everyone looked at him.

"She just tried to kill me and you're flirting with her!" Chris yelled out.

"What she's hot!" Vigilante yelled out throwing his hands up. You rolled your eyes at his words.

"Fuck they're both idiots." Vigilante glared at your words.

"Hey I'm not an idiot!" He shouted. "I'm smart when it counts!"

You gave him a blank stare.

Adrian didn't know who you were. What he did know though was that you had to be the definition of beauty.

You sat down ignoring Adrian's stare. He smiled at you. He was weird. Thats's the conclusion you came too.

Adrian on the other hand, came to the conclusion that you were rude, but there was something about you that made him want to know more.

"So you're name is Y/N?" He asked as he moved closer to you.

"Not to be rude but I don't wanna get to know you. You're Peacemaker's best friend right? So in my book that means you're a dick like he is." You snapped out.

"Hey no no I'm not a racist-"

"What does being a racist have to do with anything-"

"Cause that's what makes him a dick! He's a little bit of a racist!" Adrian shouted.

"Okay but that's not what makes him a dick! What makes him a dick is the fact that he killed someone I care about!" You yelled out.

"He killed someone you care about?" Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Oh he didn't tell you?" You scoffed. "Just like him."

Chris went quiet overhearing you both.

"I'm sure he'll give you all the juicy details." Adrian stared at you after you spoke.

"No I think I'd wanna hear from you." He gave you a smile.

"That is if you're not gonna take the chance to know me and just assume I'm a dick." He grinned.

"I don't wanna be mean, but please fuck off." You sighed.

"Nah I'm like a leech. You can ask anyone besides I wanna get to know you." He smiled.

"Why?" You snapped out.

"Because something tells me I should and usually my gut feelings are never wrong so." He shrugged.

You sighed opting to just ignore him. He was irritating and very bothersome.

But the better question is why did you actually find him funny?

Two weeks went by, Adrian would not stop bothering you. You wanted to hate it, but you found him silly.

"So did you hear?" Adrian sat across from you. You hummed not bothering to talk. You hardly ever did.

"The next mission is gonna be just me and you!" He explained. "We get to spend time together-"

"Wait what?" You finally spoke. "Adrian the only people who I was told would work with me is Harcourt because she can handle it-"

"I know! I know! That you don't want me but I swore up and down to Harcourt that I can handle working with you. I mean I enjoy talking well I talk and you listen and I really appreciate that cause a lot of the time they cut me off and just call me stupid and you hardly call me stupid-"

"Adrian Adrian." You spoke to him to cut him off gently. "Breathe dude. Look I like the fact that you wanna work with me and I think you're nice but-"

"You don't wanna work with me." He sighed out. "I get that you're worried but I really can take care of myself-"

"That's not what I'm worried about..." Your eyes shut as you looked down. "I ask for Harcourt to work with me because I..have a condition. It's why I get called Devil. I don't like it and when it happens I struggle to hold back." You explained not meeting his gaze.

"That sounds fucking cool." You looked at him in shock hearing his words. "You gotta let me see it."

"No I can't control it-" You tried to speak.

"Why not?" He asked you. "Did you ever not learn to do it?" Adrian looked at you curiously.

"I used to be able too but after I sustained an injury I lost control and haven't been able to handle it since. Harcourt has been the only one I trust enough to pull me back from that ledge."

Adrian raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That's insane. I wanna ask what injury but-"

"I don't wanna talk about it. I appreciate your wanting to get to know me, but I don't trust anyone. I can't." You shook your head.

Adrian nodded in understanding, "No yeah I rarely trust people with my identity. It's hard to trust anyone." He explained. "Look if you really wanna work with just Harcourt I'll respect that, but if you'd be willing to give me a chance maybe I could help." He gave you a small smile.

He sounded apologetic. Adrian wasn't that stupid. He could see the look in your eyes. He had the same look. You're someone who'd been hurt badly and it scarred you.

He could say the same about his relationship with his brother. He was always the scrawny stupid guy no one really liked. He hit puberty at a late age and his best friend disregards him most of the time.

Adrian knew that rage you had. He experienced it in his own way everyday.

You smiled back gently. It was weird. You hadn't smiled in a long time. Adrian's eyes widened seeing your small smile.

God he decided at that moment he wanted to see it everyday.

"Thank you Adrian." You whispered softly. "Maybe eventually."

"I got time." Adrian grinned back at you.

A month passed by now, Adrian could see everyday he was making the smallest difference with you. He knew he wanted you.

He also knew though that you'd come to him eventually.

Everyone could see you treated him differently.

It was nice to be around someone who didn't give you a pity look. Maybe it was cause he didn't know.

Adrian didn't know about the injury you sustained that caused you to be the way you were. You didn't want him to find out.

This mission was supposed to be a quick in and out.

Chris and Adrian were supposed to go in with just Harcourt and Leota.

John and you were the cover from the outside. Harcourt had ordered for you to stay behind. You weren't supposed to be involved. There was too many people around.

You sat watching from the cameras to make sure everyone was okay. The only problem was that it wasn't just a couple of butterflies. It was a whole warehouse. A horde.

"We need to fall back!" You heard Harcourt yelling from the intercoms.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" John yelled getting ready to drive off. You quickly ran opening the door. "Come on!!" You yelled out. You pulled Chris aboard along with Harcourt and Leota.

"Vigilante!!" You screamed out seeing him trying to run to catch up. John started the car. Your hand reached for Adrian's gasping as he grabbed it only to be pulled back.

"NO!" Adrian yelled out fighting the hordes of hands all over him.

Your eyes widened seeing the hands grabbing at him trying to pull him back as John began to drive needing to get away. Adrian looked at you through his mask fighting off the group on him as best as he could.

Your eyes though were stuck on the hands. So many hands on his body as he was screaming no.

It was as if you could feel them on your own skin. Hands on your body. Pulling at you. Tearing at your skin and now hands were on Adrian.

Heavy pants left you. Tears welled in your eyes seeing Adrian's mask get pulled off.

"GET OFF OF HIM!!!" You screeched out. Everyone in the van looked in shock hearing your bones snapping as you jumped off the van. A loud screech sounding out as horns grew on your head. Wings sprouting from your back.

Adrian watched in shock as you pushed off your feet flying to him. A waved of fire now behind as you shoved yourself at the horde. A sword appeared in your hand as you swung taking down three at once.

"Chase get away from her!!!!" Harcourt shouted as John stopped the car. Emilia quickly ran out to get to you. Adrian watched in shock as you ruthlessly swung taking heads off.

A loud dragon roar erupted from your throat as you set nearby bodies on fire. "Shit!!" Emilia cursed. "She's losing too much control. Chase you gotta get away I can get her to calm down."

You glared at the bodies around you. Blood soaked over you. Loud screams ripped through you as you swung your sword around glaring at the two of them.

Not able to recognize them you sprinted stabbing the ground as your wings flapped almost ready to lunge at Adrian and Emilia.

"Y/N Y/N! Stop!" Harcourt shouted raising her hand. "Adrian get out of here!!"

Adrian couldn't move though. How could he?

You looked beautiful...

It was as if he was in a trance. The only thing on his mind was getting closer to you. He ignored Emilia moving to you. You glared at him angrily roaring in his face grunting as he stood in front of you.

"Chase no she'll kill you-" Emilia tried to grab him.

"No she won't!" Adrian yelled at her. "Shut the fuck up and let me handle it." Adrian made eye contact with you as he said his next words, "I can handle it." He whispered now.

He removed his mask getting his glasses on. You grunted holding yourself back from lunging at him.

"You're mad I know you are." He spoke to you. "You didn't like them touching me."

You bared your teeth jumping at him. He approached you not caring. Your hands shook as he kept walking to you.

"That's what this was right? All the hands-" You cut him off yelling at him. Adrian ignored you, "The hands. Your eyes were only locked on the hands, but look they're gone."

Your eyes looked down at his hands. You shook as he kept approaching you not an ounce of fear on his face. Why wasn't he scared?

Everyone else usually was.

Adrian gently grabbed your wrist. Tears sprung to your eyes as you struggled against him your sword disappearing. Your lungs were on fire as your wings snapped out.

Adrian caught you as you fell sobbing as your body slowly burned away your wings. "I got you. You're good dude. It's okay." He sighed rocking you as you heaved oxygen barely reaching your mouth.

"Adrian-" You gasped his name out sobbing loudly as he tightened his grip on you.

"I'm here. It's okay. The hands are gone." He whispered.

You nodded gripping him back tightly before your body fell limp the pain knocking you out cold.

"You got her down." Emilia whispered in shock. Adrian nodded at her words.

"Yeah I noticed where she was looking. What triggered her.." He whispered out before looking at Emilia.

"She said the reason she couldn't control herself was because of an injury she sustained. The reason she was in therapy for so long...what happened?" He looked at her shaking already having a hunch.

"Get her in the van. We need to leave." Emilia ignored his question. "It's not my place now get her in the van."

Adrian glared at her a bit before nodding. He scooped you up huffing as he kept you close. "Don't worry, I won't let you go." He whispered to your unconscious body.

The feeling after transforming was what you though to be the worst. Ever since you were hurt anytime you transformed it felt as if it was tearing your body apart. You couldn't control it. Not anymore.

Your body would be sore for about a day depending on how long you'd be in your devil form. Adrian sat by you making sure to keep you comfortable.

Emilia warned him about the pain you went through after transforming.

When you awoke the first thing you felt was soreness from your back, you winced arching a bit feeling as if someone poured lava on you.

"Hey hey what do you need?" You turned seeing Adrian.

"Water." You whispered hoarsely feeling the parched. Mainly from the yelling you did. Your throat on fire.

Adrian nodded holding a straw to your lips letting you take greedy gulps. You sighed pulling back nodding at him. "Thank you." You whispered grateful he was here. Grateful he didn't look scared.

"You're okay..do you remember what happened?" He asked you warily. You stood quiet for a moment contemplating on telling him the truth.

"Yeah I do." You whispered after a moment. "Thank you for that too...I'm sorry I uh.."

"You're good. It was pretty bad ass to be honest." He grinned at you for a moment. You sighed rolling your eyes.

"No it wasn't." You sighed. "It was horrifying and kinda gross-"

"You looked beautiful." He cut you off. "I thought that you were something straight from DND and I really love DND remember? God it was so cool. How could that be horrifying?" He asked you. He looked almost love struck.

He was praising you as if you showed him the gates to heaven.

You went quiet processing his words. "It's hard for me to be in that form."

"Since you're injury right?" You looked up at him nodding.

"Yeah since my injury." Adrian nodded at your words sitting down. He offered you his hand. It was a friendly gesture.

Hesitantly you reached forward grabbing it, your hand shook as he stood quiet. It was only about two minutes before he spoke again.

"Y/N I know most people have probably asked you to talk about it but-"

"Please don't ask..please I can't have you know. So please Adrian don't ask me.." You whispered meekly. Adrian's breath hitched he'd never seen you so vulnerable before.

You always kept an annoyed front. A strong front and right now you were raw. You were a mess, but Adrian didn't mind. He loved beautiful messes.

"I won't ask you too. I could never ask you anything that I think would hurt you, but I'm not gonna leave you so easily either. Not right now that you're like this.." He squeezed your hand.

Your hand squeezed his back as you looked into his eyes only seeing honesty. Adrian was a bad liar. He wouldn't leave you. You knew he meant it.

"Rick Flag was the one who found me..my injuries nearly killed me." You spoke hoarsely. Adrian nodded. "That's why you hate Peacemaker who's still my bestie." He joked softly.

You scoffed, "Even after he let you get tortured." You spoke back smiling at him. Your smile faded as you looked at him.

"You're really not gonna leave me right?" You asked him weakly.

Adrian looked into your eyes. "Peacemaker is my best friend, but you are my salvation." He spoke confidently. "And I'll wait for you for years if I have too. I'd never felt the way I feel about you for anyone. Not even my own family. It confuses me, but I know I want to be by your side. You treat me as more than a joke." He admitted.

"No one's cared for me this way before..and I don't know how to let people care for me Adrian. I'm not worth this effort-" You shook your head feeling hot tears go down your cheeks.

Adrian grabbed your chin turning you to look at him, "How about you don't make that choice for me? I know we've only known each other for a short while, and in this time I've seen you. And I mean you Y/N..I know no one has seen the real you in a long time and I already adore the person you are... You're worth it to me because I don't want to let you go. And I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you..even though I'm pretty annoying at times. I'll take as long as you need." He leaned in a bit resting his forehead against yours.

You whimpered before reaching up grabbing the front of his shirt. "It was two years ago." You rasped out gruffly.

Adrian nodded gently pulling back to look at you. "I'm listening." He reassured you.

"I was sent on a mission alone. Waller used to send me on them telling me I can handle it. I was able to transform so easily back then. It never hurt so badly." Tears ran down your cheeks as Adrian listened. Your head fell back against the pillow.

You'd never exactly told anyone this besides Rick. Months of therapy didn't get you to speak about it so easily. Yet with Adrian it felt safe, you knew no matter what he wasn't gonna be so easily scared away.

"I was taking down a scientist. His experiments consisted of female anatomies. He would use women and turn them into monsters. I uh..He was about Peacemakers height. Well build." You described him to a detail. "Dark brown eyes. He had callous on his hands from his work. He was my target. I was supposed to wipe him out and stop him."

You stood quiet looking down. "Someone betrayed the company at the time. Sold me out and told him what I was so he knew to prepare for me. He had a trap set. It electrocuted me to the point that my body became immobile."

Adrian stayed silent gripping your hand. He knew this wasn't gonna be an easy story to stomach.

"I was trapped and when I woke up my head was fuzzy. He had drugged me so much I couldn't transform back. I couldn't move Adrian. He kept laughing. Taunting me. His breath stank and his beer belly was big and gross." You gagged a bit.

"His hands dragged all over me. Said what a fine specimen I was.." You shook anger coursing through you. "I tried to move, but I was so fucking weak. I'd never felt more fucking pathetic. He stripped me bare. Said he was excited for this. That he'd been excited hearing what I was. His hands pulled his belt off and he forced himself on me..."

Adrian clenched his fist against his leg. His body tense. It was as if his body was on fire. He'd never felt this level of rage in his life. The idea of you in agonizing pain. Unable to move. Hands all over your body against your will.

"I bled. It was dry so when he forced himself in I wasn't ready for it. His hands ripped my wings when he grabbed them for better leverage. It was about five hours when he finally stopped. I was beaten and raped repeatedly in all that time." You sobbed looking down.

"It was as if I was watching myself from an outside view. The bones in my wings were broken by him. He ripped me apart Adrian and I couldn't fucking move. I was so scared. He wanted to kill me but after seeing how he had left me. He said I wasn't worth killing. And hopefully one day he'd get to feel me again. He killed me though still..I wasn't the same.. Rick Flag found me. Waller sent him once I hadn't responded in a day. He described in my file as one of the more gruesome sights. I was hung up to be found that way."

You angrily punched the bed. "God why didn't I break free? Why did I let that happen to me Adrian? I was smarter than that. I was better. Stronger. He took my heart away from me Adrian. He ruined me-" You began to hyperventilate.

"Hey hey-" Adrian was quick to try to soothe you. "Stop stop don't do that."

"Do what? I'm speaking the truth! It's my fault that happened to me. I can't control it anymore! I just feel so angry all the time and sad! Nothing feels good anymore and it's because I didn't protect myself better-" You gasped

"Y/N!" Adrian snapped out now. "Shut up." He grabbed your shoulders. "Shut up right now." He spoke firmer now.

"You listen to me," Adrian grabbed your hands gently. "Don't you ever say that about yourself again. None of that is your fault"

"Adrian.." You cried.

"No stop. None of it is your fault and what he did doesn't define who you are." He snapped out. "You were drugged. You said it yourself. You couldn't move. There was no way to stop him. You didn't know. What he did to you is horrible. He broke your wings, but you did what you should've done. You survived." He whispered

"You survived and you're still here and I swear to you now. I am going to hunt him down if it's the last thing I do. Nothing will keep this man safe from me." Adrian spoke determined to make this man feel the worse pain he could.

"I don't want you to blame yourself for what this coward of a man did to you. I don't want you to say you're weak, because you survived the nightmare. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you the toughest person I know." He grabbed your hands tighter kissing your head.

"You are not the things he made you think you were. It's not your fault and I'll say as many times as you need me too. Because you're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're the strong person I've gotten to know and care more about as time goes on. And I don't think any less of you." He spoke softly.

"You don't?" You asked him shakily.

"Why would I?" He whispered back looking into your eyes. "I said I wasn't going anywhere and I'll take as long as you need. So long as you want me around..."

"I do want you around...I want someone who doesn't give me a sad stare." You sniffled as he wiped your tears. Adrian smiled.

"When I see you all I see is the beautiful devil...why would I give that a sad stare?" He caressed your cheek.

"I need to go slow before I could fully-"

"Hey...didn't I say I'll wait as long as I have too?" He grinned grabbing both your hands. "More it'll be worth it in the end." Adrian smiled.

"I wanna learn to be me again.." Your hands played with his fingers nervously.

"I wanna help." Adrian spoke back.

"I'm a bit of a mess-" You tried to warn him stopping as he scoffed.

"So am I." Adrian smiled. "I still want you." He spoke softly.

"You sure?" You asked once more. Adrian nodded.

"As sure as I know that you're the most breath taking thing in front of me." Adrian laughed.

"Shut up." You groaned.

"Nah you like hearing me talk." Adrian grinned. "I'll never stop talking to you and flirting with you."

"God are you gonna be this annoying?" You smiled a bit. "Thank you.." You whispered. "I want you by my side." You admitted.

"Then I'm here. You only need to ask." Adrian kissed your knuckles.

[modern-vellichor]

hi! i’d love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!

im so good to y'all. i have genuinely no idea when this was sent to me but I'm back baby.

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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.

Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.

Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.

The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.

Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.

Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

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

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covfefe (the epilogue) - (Adrian Chase x Reader)

part 10 ☕️ series masterlist ☕️ ao3

a/n: thanks for sticking with me ♡ summary: What happens after the team saves the world from an alien invasion. warnings: canon typical language, no y/n, sex mention but no graphic depictions of smut, mention of trauma regarding assault, lmk if i missed anything!! wordcount: 2.9k

He made the mistake of passing out at the hospital. Doctors and nurses had to remove his suit in order to look him over and tend to his wounds. That meant taking his helmet off, too, and Adrian was much too unconscious to break anyone's hand about it.

When he first wakes up in that sterile room, face exposed and clothed in nothing but a thin hospital gown, he almost freaks out. The only thing that stopped him from groggily attempting to snap the neck of the nurse at his bedside was a sudden surge of drowsiness that swam through his veins, making him go cross-eyed. The last thing he saw before his eyes slipped shut was the unfocused silhouette of the nurse splitting into two.

The second time, he's greeted by the sight of your face, visage softened without the aid of his glasses, but lovely all the same. When you notice he's awake, a grin lights up your face (and, likewise, Adrian’s heart). Saving the world from an alien invasion was cool, sure, but nothing compares to the feeling of being the one to make you smile.

“Hey,” he greets with a growing grin of his own. “What are you doing here? How’d you know where to find me?”

You reach for the bedside table to pick up his glasses, and gently ease them over the bridge of his nose. Your face comes into stark focus as you hover over him, and he’s grateful for the clear sight of your eyes. “Your BFF Chris came and told me.” 

(Chris thought you’d be the perfect distraction to keep Adrian from doing something rash, like breaking out prematurely and/or killing the medical professionals just trying to do their jobs. An admittedly good idea, considering Adrian is just pleased as a peach that you came to visit and dote on him.)

“You're my BFF, too, you know,” he feels the need to assure you. He doesn't want you to get the wrong idea. Wants you to understand just how important you are to him, how you've cemented yourself into his life. He has no intention of letting you slip away again.

He missed out in high school. Adrian doesn't want to make that same mistake again.

Amusement glimmers in the softness of your eyes. “I guess I'll take your word for it, Chase. I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

There's a pitcher of water at his bedside table that you pick up and pour into a small plastic cup. You hand it to him.

"You're in the hospital," you say, very matter-of-factly.

"Yeah,” he responds, before taking a small sip of water that quickly turns into big desperate gulps as his tongue realizes how fucking parched it is.

“Adrian. Chris told me about everything that went down. You, like, blew yourself up.”

Oh, right, yeah. The White Dragon fight. He miscalculated that grenade a bit. Nothing a little nap couldn't fix, though.

“You got shot.”

That did also happen. Didn't hit anything vital, though! He was able to walk that one off after another quick nap.

Mostly.

“And I heard what happened to your, uh," you continued, brow scrunching as you sat back into the chair you had pulled up to his bedside, trying to find the words. “The, um, the blonde? Hardcore? It just sounds like it was dangerous-”

”Wait,” he interrupts. “Did you just say 'Hardcore?'”

“Yeah? The, um- the hot, mean-looking chick? Short hair? White? Her, like… codename is Hardcore, right? That’s what I- I heard."

“Uh, no, silly,” Adrian laughs, because you're so funny and cute and incorrect, it just tickles him. “It's Harcourt, and I’m pretty sure that’s just her last name.”

“What?” Your eyes widen before dropping your face into your hands, groaning in embarrassment. “I hope I didn't call her that in front of anyone else.”

As if to save you from further teasing, a nurse comes just in time to check on Adrian, and when you notice, you stand and place a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. Adrian thinks it's a touching gesture of support, like maybe you think he's scared? But then he realizes the weight you're putting, and he catches the adamant look in your eye.

“Ohhh, you're restraining me,” he says. The nurse glances anxiously between you. With a smirk, Adrian adds, “it's cute that you think you can pin me down.”

Without missing a beat, you grin, and there's something mischievous about it as you wink at him. “Jus' making sure you behave,” you simper. It makes something in him stir; there's an uptick in the beeping of the monitor he's hooked up to.

This is all very unfortunate as the hospital sheets and gowns seem to be made of the thinnest, flimsiest fabric in the world. The nurse very politely ignores the sudden tent at Adrian’s middle and rushes through the rest of the check up before scurrying away with a clearing of their throat.

“Do you think that male nurse -- sorry, that regular nurse -- noticed my boner?”

“Nahhh,” you lie.

Conversation flits between you after that. You share some granola bars with him that had been tucked away in your jacket pockets. When Adrian mentions something about getting discharged soon (whether they clear him or not), you start pacing back and forth alongside the bed.

“About that,” you start, very visibly nervous and suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. “I was, um. I was wondering- well. See, my dad decided he wants to sell the house.”

Adrian's not exactly sure what that has to do with him getting out of the hospital, until you meander and nervously chuckle your way to the bit about needing to find a place to stay.

“I just figured, maybe, since you might need someone to take care of you when you’re out of here, and since you don't actually have a roommate, that maybe I could, probably -- if you don't mind, of course -- stay... with you?”

Adrian blinks. He processes.

“J-just until I find my own place!” You rush to add. “And- like, you don't have to say yes, obviously. I know it's a crazy idea-”

”You want to move in? With me?”

You finally meet his gaze again. You bite your bottom lip, frown, and nod a simple affirmation.

This might be a good time to mentally take stock of the pros and cons of having you move in.

Pros: 1) he'd get to see you all the time 2) like, way more often than he does now, which is cool 3) it’d help with rent, which is a pretty sick bonus

Cons: 1)

Huh, nope, no cons. The very thought of not having to part ways with you at the end of the night has no verifiable downsides. He's been worried this whole time that your time in Evergreen would be cut short. Agonizingly temporary and finite. But now you'd be his roommate, and it'll be way easier to convince you not to leave if you already live with him.

Plus, he now knows what it's like to have you wrapped around his dick. If you move in, he'd get to taste you way more often.

Shit. Fuck. The boner is back.

”Are you-? Did asking to move in just make you horny?”

“Yeah,” he sheepishly admits.

The anxiety disappears from your face. Transforms into silent amusement. “So... is that a yes, then?”

It's a very enthusiastic and consensual yes, and you spend the rest of the visit discussing your move, and declining his request for a quickie in his hospital bed.

“Oomph!” 

You land on your back, legs plopping ungracefully down onto the damp ground beneath you. The wind brushes against the canopy of trees overhead, making sunlight coruscate in your vision through the shifting branches and pines. 

Vigilante’s scuffed helmet appears above you. “Ooh, that looked like it hurt,” Adrian says, helmet doing nothing to hide the teasing lilt to his voice. “Ready to give up?” He holds out a gloved hand.

“Please,” you scoff, accepting his help to stand. “I can take a hit.” The cold from the dead damp  leaves seep in through your leggings. You brush away sticky pine needles from your butt, though you’re not sure it matters. You’ll probably end up flat on your back again in no time.

“Yeah, I know. It’s one of the things that’s so hot about you.” Though you can’t see it, you know his eyebrows are doing something endearingly goofy behind the visor.

It's only been a few weeks since Leota went public about Project Butterfly (without revealing Vigilante’s secret identity!), and Adrian discretely discharged himself from the hospital. (By jumping out the window. Something you don’t think a person healing from a gunshot wound should be doing, but Adrian isn’t exactly like other people.) 

You’re unsure how long recovery is supposed to take after what Adrian went through, but you get the feeling that he’s bounced back unnervingly quick. Like, there’s strenuous activity he should definitely be abstaining from for a little while, but Adrian kind of just shrugs and goes about life as normal. For example, there’s some heavy lifting he eagerly volunteered to (helping you move boxes of your stuff from your parent’s house to his place). Or the vigorous physical activity that consisted of fucking you breathlessly into his couch. 

You tried convincing him to take it easy, you did. Even offered that if he really needed release, you’d happily take care of him, provide a helping hand and mouth as long as he sat still. But it wasn’t enough, apparently; your resolve was quick to crumble at the pretty sight of Adrian’s flushed face and the sound of his desperate, urgent begging to let him put in “just the tip.”

(It was never just the tip.)

This suspiciously speedy recovery, however, gave you the courage to ask him for the favor that currently has you bruised and aching in the middle of the woods.

(“I want to do what you do,” you said.)

He perked up. “Really? Because the last time I brought up pegging, you laughed so hard you passed out.”)

After that misunderstanding was cleared up, though, you were surprised at how eagerly Adrian agreed to teach you how to fight. There was a small part of you that was worried he’d say no, that it was too dangerous, or something ridiculous like that. He only asked why, and though it may not have been the truth, you just told him it looks really cool when he does it.

The lie -- that wasn’t really a lie, more of a replacement of the truth -- was worth it to see Adrian’s pretty green eyes light up. “You think I look cool? I mean-” his chin jutted out with  self-assured confidence. “Of course I look cool.”

And he does look cool. Standing in the clearing in all black, not quite in the Vigilante suit since it needs to get repaired (or replaced). The helmet was the only part of the suit that wasn't riddled with holes, so it's the only thing he's wearing that's recognizably Vigilante. And it is, admittedly... doing something for you.

The suit — specifically the red visor — was scary at first. Unsettling. Even though it's the mask of the man that saved you that horrible night, it was also the mask of the man that killed people so mercilessly -- gleefully, even -- right in front of you.

Not that those guys deserved mercy.

But it was the first time you'd ever witnessed something so brutal up close, and so the red visor stitched itself into your nightmares, despite finding out it was Adrian underneath. Maybe even because of.

But now...

As Adrian shows you what your stance should look like to remain balanced, points out all the points in a person's body that you can hit to make them falter and give you an opening for the finishing blow (or rather, the time to run), you're beginning to find the mask kind of...

Well, fuck. Okay. It's hot. The mask is hot. You were mad at it for hiding Adrian's comfortingly familiar face from you, but now that you've gotten used to it, it's eased itself from nightmare to wet dream. Maybe it's the extra layer of confidence that it provides Adrian — he's different as Vigilante. Not so much, no. It's subtle. But it makes every little head movement and gesture and teasing quip that much hotter.

You won't, like, admit this, of course. He'd be unbearable if he knew just how big of an effect it has on you. He's bad enough as it is, just from knowing which parts of your neck to linger at so he can draw out the sounds that he seems to like so much.

“You're going to be the prettiest sidekick.” Adrian's compliment snaps you from your thoughts. His words -- and the way his head cocks to the side a bit, the way his shoulders sag forward with the weight of his adoration -- makes your cheeks warm despite the near-condescending tone of it.

You shake it off, bouncing on the balls of your feet so he doesn't notice how much he’s flustered you. “I'm not doing this to be Vigilante's sidekick, you know.” 

(You’re doing this because of the nightmares you still have, where you find yourself in cramped alleyways and other dark, shrouded places, nightmares where multiple hands touch you, grab you, overpower you. Nightmares where your limbs feel weak and boneless and your fists have no weight to them when you try fighting back the figures that hurt and taunt you. Nightmares that still linger despite moving in with Adrian, the safest you’ve felt in a long time.)

“You're not?” He seems taken aback. “Because you don’t have to land the killing blow as the sidekick, you know. If you’re squeamish about that sort of thing,” he shrugs.

His genuine confusion is amusing. “Is that what you've been thinking this whole time? That you’re, like, training me to be your sidekick?” Honestly, it's kind of flattering that he'd think you'd be good enough to do what he does, right alongside him.

“Well, yeah. You said I look cool! And everyone knows imitation is the best form of flattery.”

Ah. Some things start to click about his relationship with Peacemaker, and the potential origin of Vigilante. Instead of asking him to confirm this, though, you decide to tease him.

“So, is that what you are? Peacemaker's sidekick?”

“What? No,” he responds, voice firm and clearly offended. “Peacemaker and I are partners-”

“In crime,” you nod.

“Yes- No!” 

You listen with growing glee and fondness as Adrian continues to explain, accompanied by expressive hand gestures, his relationship with Peacemaker, and how they are equals, thank-you-very-much.

It's been nice spending days with Adrian like this, without being bogged down by anxiety-laden time restraints of having to get back to your parent's house. Nightmares aside, you genuinely feel... lighter, now that you're no longer under their roof. The freedom makes you giddy, looser. You laugh easier, and not just with Adrian. You make time to hang out with Ashe and Matty, and are surprised by how much you actually enjoy spending time with them outside of work. They're good kids.

And, though you weren't so sure about it at first, you find that Adrian's new teammates are decent people, too. Chris is a bit rough around the edges, and everyone is a little mean in a way that you enjoy observing, but they're nice to you, at least. Leota even gave you her number so you can talk to someone normal, that isn't a complete asshole. She sends you pictures of her dogs. You coo at them, and show Adrian, and he pretends he's not a little jealous over the way you gush adoringly at the photos.

You never tell anyone about your mother, how she was involved in your hostage situation. How she's one of the Butterflies. You figured there was no point, now that their food supply has been destroyed. You don't even tell your father, though you suspect he already figured it out. He looked less haggard when he told you about the decision to sell the house.

Remembering that there’s no glowering parent to return home to ignites that light, bubbly feeling in you again. Your mood turns playful, no longer able to take the training session seriously.

So you charge at Adrian, trying to catch him off guard.

He's surprised, but, as you predicted, his reflexes and instincts are superior. He uses your momentum against you. Swiftly wrestles you down onto the ground. He has your wrists pinned above your head in his right hand in no time.

“Did you really think you could sneak up on... me?” The cocky tone dwindles down to confusion when he realizes you've been giggling the whole time he grappled you down into the cushion of dirt and leaves.

This close to your face, you can see the way his eyes search yours behind the red visor. The weight of him pressing into you makes heat excitedly pool at your center.

You wiggle your hips.

Something stiffens in his pants against your thigh.

”Oh,” he mumbles.

And when you hook your legs around his and hear the rustle of leaves around your head as Adrian gets the hint to fuck you in the middle of the woods, you think, maybe Evergreen isn't so bad after all.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Three

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Three: One Hell of an Investigation

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) investigate Maurice Cole for Ciel.

 

           Sebastian and (Y/N) could freely move about the school as housemasters, so when it came to tailing Maurice Cole for signs of dishonesty as a drudge, it was quite doable—especially for two demons of their caliber. So, once 9:00 hit, they followed him to a music room where he was meeting with two younger students during their first period recess.

            “Cole! We’ve done as you asked!” said one of the boys eagerly handing over a folder.

            Cole opened it and flipped through the sheets of data. He smiled brightly, and (Y/N) didn’t miss how he used his reputation as the most beautiful student in school to his advantage. “Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been a great help. There’s just no end to the duties of a prefect’s drudge, you know! But let’s make this our little secret, alright?” He winked.

            “We understand completely!” chorused the two underclassmen. “We’re happy we were able to be of assistance.”

            “I’ve got to decide on my own drudge soon. A fellow as capable as the two of you!” Cole smiled and waved before leaving the underclassmen to squabble over who might get chosen—though his lies and manipulation was clear.

            From outside the room where they listened carefully, (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a look. They just needed to ensure that Cole was passing the work off as his own. So, they slipped from the school building towards Scarlet Fox House and scaled the outside to hang and watch. Cole approached Redmond’s door. He knocked.

            “Excuse me,” he said politely as he entered. “Redmond, I’ve compiled the data as you requested.”

            “That was quick,” said Redmond in surprise. He took the folder and examined the work. He smiled. “You’ve done your usual neat job of it, I see. You’re always a great help.”

            “No, no, not at all,” said Cole, deflecting with demure humility. “Oh, right. Do you have any requests for your snack today?”

            “Now let me see.” Redmond considered. “It’s been some time since I’ve had your lemon myrtle souffle glace. I’d like to have a taste of that again.”

            “Gladly!” said Cole, saluting cutely.

            (Y/N) raised a brow. There was no way to have that prepared so soon, not if made by Cole himself while also attending to other drudge duties. They and Sebastian would have to see if “he” succeeded. If he did, it was most certainly someone else’s work.

            So, though they had to complete Ciel’s own drudge work—though he was no one’s personal drudge he had to do his own chores—Sebastian and (Y/N) quickly went to hide near the Swan Gazebo to listen in to the afternoon tea of the P4.

            “Redmond, I present you with the lemon myrtle souffle glace you requested,” said Cole. “And we have milk tea today, made with uva tea leaves.”

            “Blimey,” said Cheslock. “How’d you manage to make that complicated stuff every single day?”

            Cole smiled. “Redmond deserves nothing but the best. Please have some, too, if you’d like, Violet.”

            So, Cole had the souffle, somehow. Yet again, it was highly likely he’d used others to get it made instead of doing it himself.

            “I will investigate the details of the souffle,” said Sebastian to (Y/N) from where they hid.

            “I have found a few students who have had dealings with Cole,” said (Y/N). “I will speak to them.”

            “I’m sure you will get the answers you need,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), raising their chin proudly.

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            “Are you having trouble finding a book?” said (Y/N), stepping into the empty library aisle.

            Joanne Harcourt, a second-former, jumped as (Y/N) approached. “A-Ah, hello, Mr. Noir.”

            He averted his gaze nervously. He was a shy student, but he was an excellent student, bright and hard-working. Unfortunately, once Harcourt had his “miscommunication” with Cole, people refused to associate with him because he was a liar.

            “Hello, Harcourt,” said (Y/N). “What can I help you with?”

            “I’m trying to find Hegel’s Logic,” said Harcourt.

            “Impressive,” said (Y/N), smiling as they looked around and spotted the book. “There it is.” They slid it from the shelf and handed it to Harcourt. “Here you are. Is this for your own work or are you helping a friend? I daresay you must be popular in classes if you’re so bright, especially for a Scarlet Fox student.”

            Harcourt turned red at the praise, shy as ever. “Oh, no…Not at all.” Tears came to his eyes. “People don’t like me very much…”

            (Y/N)’s brow creased, and they frowned in concern. “Are you alright, Harcourt? Is something on your mind?”

            “W-Well…” Harcourt clearly wanted to speak, but he was nervous.

            “You can speak to me, Harcourt. About anything,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Or, if you’d feel more comfortable, we can go to the chapel. A confession is sure to life the burden from your shoulders.”

            “I—I would like that,” said Harcourt quietly.

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            “Cole said that he did indeed hand deliver an invitation to the Swan Gazebo to me, but…” Harcourt’s voice shook. “I never received it. And somehow, despite it all, there the invitation was, in my desk…I truly wasn’t lying!” He began to cry as all the emotions of the humiliating experience spilled out. “But everyone calls me a liar even so.”

            “It must be hard to not have anyone believe you,” said (Y/N) from the other side of the confessional. “But I do. And so does the Lord. Pray. Release your feelings about this incident.” They smiled. “I’m sure that the truth will come out, and everything will be alright.” They put a check next to Harcourt’s name on the list of students with possible dealings with Cole. “People will come to see your worth.”

            “Th-Thank you, Mr. Noir,” said Harcourt quietly. He paused, and (Y/N) sensed that he wished to say more.

            “Is there something else you wish to confess, Harcourt?” said (Y/N).

            “I…I think that Cole deliberately hurt me because I’m…” Harcourt swallowed. “I’m different than some of the other boys here.” His gaze went to the ground, and (Y/N) felt they knew what he was about to speak about. “Cole is favored by Redmond because he is beautiful. And everyone thinks so. But I—I’m not—I didn’t see him as pretty. I think Cole spread the idea that I’m-I’m not into…pretty people. Women.”

            And there it was. The slight confession hung in the air. Harcourt, intelligently, disguised it as Cole implying he was not attracted to women and so it was a false rumor, but (Y/N) could hear the truth in the statement. Harcourt was a queer student, and he could feel (Y/N) was the safest adult to speak to. (Y/N) understood—as a human, they had no one to speak to when they began to realize the roles and identity they had been assigned did not fit them.

            “Is…Is that alright? Or will people hate me for that rumor forever, too?” said Harcourt.

            “Cole uses his looks so that others will let down their guard and look at him the way he accuses you look at other men,” said (Y/N). “Whatever he says, he is using the same principle to help himself. Do not give his hurtful ideas credence. Remember that he uses it to his advantage.”

            “Th-Thank you,” said Harcourt. He spoke shakily. “A-And, the things he said…they were cruel. I don’t—I’m—I’m not wrong. I’m just different than someone people…right?”

            The words were desperate, searching for something that could promise Harcourt wasn’t broken in some way.

            (Y/N) found themself once again despising the current society that refused to allow people to just be themselves in ways that harmed no one. “You are fine the way you are, Harcourt. Even if some people do not understand or you have to act a certain way for approval, you are not wrong for your mind. Or your heart. Do you understand?”

            “Yes,” said Harcourt, the word a faint whisper of relief as someone accepted him. He knew that being honest about parts of himself would never be possible, but having a single person say he was alright in who he was gave him hope in his future.

            “Good,” said (Y/N).

            The future would be difficult for the queer students at Weston College, and, though there were some places for them to be freer—like the restaurant they and Sebastian had found—they would always have to hide more than straight people did. So, (Y/N) would make sure they had a few moments of peace at Weston. They had seen several couples sneaking around already in the bit of time they’d spent at the college, and whenever (Y/N) caught them, they pretended they hadn’t seen them and merely remarked on how easy it was to find people in those places and happened to remark on the better places to hide activity.

            It wasn’t much, but (Y/N), although they were a demon, could give a few moments of peace to the students who wouldn’t always be able to be themselves freely.

            (Y/N) wished someone had done so for them.

            And so, to spite the society that had raised them and now raised this generation, they’d fight in the small ways they could.

            And one day, they’d watch the rules society had placed around queerness crumble and grin as they turned to dust.

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            “I came across approximately four students who had fallen victim to the wiles of Maurice Cole,” reported (Y/N) at the end of the day as they stood beside Sebastian to give their findings to Ciel.

            “Just as I thought,” nodded Ciel.

            “Not only that,” added Sebastian. “It is highly likely that he leaves the majority of his drudge duties to other students. For example, making souffle glace requires at least a few hours of chilling. It would be impossible for him to make it during drudge time alone without anybody assisting him.”

            Ciel frowned. “I’d like to know more about his movements in Red House, but…since I have you take care of my chores during drudge time and (Y/N) has to do their duties as housemaster whenever you’re busy, I need another pawn in Red House where Cole resides. And let’s not forget it was Derrick’s house as well.”

            “However, I cannot recommend creating another vacancy by force,” advised Sebastian.

            “Especially in such a short time,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Besides, even if someone is offered a place, he cannot choose the houses in which he is to reside,” said Sebastian. “House assignments depend on one’s social-status and the like-mindedness of one’s personality.”

            “I know, I know,” grumbled Ciel. “But where am I to find someone possessing both the status and wealth that will guarantee his assignment to the Scarlet Fox house, which allows only the noblest of bloodlines, and who will be permitted to enroll as a special exception even if there is no vacancy…”

            (Y/N) coughed. “I believe we have just the person living in your town house, currently.”

            Sebastian and Ciel’s eyes widened as they realized who (Y/N) was suggesting. They were right; he was the perfect person.

            “I positively do not want to send for him,” said Ciel, groaning as he realized how much he was about to invite trouble into Weston.

            “However, he is indeed a rather special individual who satisfies all those conditions,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel let out a long groan. “And I must use whatever advantage I have…”

            “Shall we send for him, then?” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Ciel put his head down on the desk in defeat.

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            Barely two days later, the plan had succeeded. The entire school crowded outside as the heard music playing, and their eyes widened as the “special exception” to enrollment entered the campus of Weston College in a parade.

            Servants dressed in ornate outfits danced as an elephant with a carriage balanced on top carried the latest student—Prince Soma.

            “So this is what they call a school!” exclaimed Soma, looking out over the campus and crowd with a wide smile. “It is quite large! About the size of my family home!”

            Ciel forced a smile, but his eye twitched at the dramatic display. Still, he had counted on it. “He’s made it into Scarlet House in splendid fashion, I see. The brand and wealth of Indian royalty is clearly nothing to scoff at.”

            “Be that as it may, I still did not anticipate he would come to school on an elephant,” admitted Sebastian.

            “I expected some drama but not a whole parade,” said (Y/N). “Though we should have, it is Soma.”

            “Ciel!” cried Soma as he noticed his friend. “I’ve come for you! I was surprised to receive a letter from you out of the blue! If you’d told me you would be lonely here, I could have come with you, silly!”

            Ciel turned away and tried to make his escape in the crowd since he’d told Soma to pretend they didn’t know each other. It would break the case for them to already know each other, but he thought it’d be better for them to be strangers. Unfortunately, Soma was too friendly to go alone with that idea.

            “Ciel! Hey! Are you listening to me?” called Soma. Upon receiving no respond, he snapped his fingers. The elephant reached down with its trunk and snatched Ciel. “Why don’t we go together?”

            Ciel let out an indignant (and scared) cry at being caught, and everyone stared in shock. “Enough with your jokes! Put me down at once! I know I shouldn’t have sent for you!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian turned away so that they could pretend to not know Soma. If Ciel couldn’t protect his reputation from the ridiculous (but entertaining and fairly endearing) prince, they would.

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