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lovearne · 2 years

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Adrian's birthday goes off with a bang

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK: day 07: birthday celebration

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Word count: 1.8k+

Warnings: PiV sex, PiA sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral (3 reciving), three way, mxmxgn(afab), squirting, edging, cum, soft dom Adrian, restraints, switch Adrian, Dom Chris, switch Chris, reader teases both Adrian and Chris, dirty talk (2 mentions of the word whore)

"Hey Adi?" The man turned to your voice. "Happy birthday love." You had gotten a new set of lingerie, specially ordered with his suit design on them. The poor boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. You could see his bones grow as he stared at you. His eyes devour you. He has to cover his lap up with a pillow, not wanting to give the wrong impression to his friend that he was chatting with on the couch.

"H-hey babe." He stuttered as you sat on the arm of the couch he was leaning on, kissing the top of his head, body slightly bent forward, putting your boobs level with his face, not even 6 inches away. You pull away instead looking over to Chris.

"Mornin Chris." Peacemaker also had a pillow in his lap, apparently he had found it hot when you were dressed in vigs colours as well. You move to sit in Adrian's lap, giving him a hug, moving the pillow, you sit directly on his dick the poor guy had no idea just how much you were going to tease him.

Adrian's hands immediately go to your hips, holding you still, that doesn't stop you from being able to feel his dick twitching. Your lips moving to his ear.

"Aww little Adrian is excited to see me, maybe I should kiss him and say happy birthday." Adrian almost moaned at the thought of your mouth being on him. You turned your head to Chris who was watching intently from the other side of the couch. You give him a wink as you wake a show of starting to grind on Adrian. You've had a threesome with both men before you were committed to Adrian.

You grind on Adrian until his hips start to push against yours and then stop, edging the poor guy, as he was about to cum. His broken whine filled the air.

"Why'd you stop?" His voice was curious but annoyed.

"Because I told them to. And the two of us are gonna make sure you feel real good. Aren't we babe?" You nod at Chris' words. Adrian's cock jumps at the way Chris' words bathed his body.

You get up off Adrian's lap, and into the space between his legs, you unzip his jeans and start to pull them off of him, the peacemaker beginning to kiss Adrian, deepening their kiss as soon as Adrian reciprocated. Adrian's cock slapped against his stomach as you pulled his boxers down, letting out a low moan into Chris' mouth.

You kitten lick his tip, collecting all the precum, making sure to run the tip of your tongue over the slit. His hips bucking at the sensation. You bring your hand to start pumping his shaft, taking his head into your mouth, Adrian starting to whine into Chris' mouth, his hands starting to wander over Adrian's body, coming down to fondle at the man's balls as you take him to the back of your throat, pushing deeper as you gag a little. Adrian swore he could die a happy man right now, his cock jumping in your throat as you take him to the hilt, Chris' fingers massaging his balls gently, eliciting pleasure from him in two different ways, no three.

You and Chris work together, bringing Adrian to the edge several different times before he snapped, the switch between sub and Dom happened very rapidly, just as always when you tease your boyfriend.

"Oh you little whore, you dirty whore. Look at your face, all covered in my precum and your spit. Oh so pretty baby." His words sent waves to your core. He kissed your lips once before manhandling you into your room, tying your hands up against the bedrail. "Maybe me and Chris should tease you since you thought it was a good idea to tease me. Being bad and edging me, maybe I should edge you, maybe I should have Chris fuck your throat while I eat your pussy and make you cum over and over. Yes I think that's what we are going to do." He gestures to Chris to take his pants off, the man eagly doing so, your and Adrian's mouths watering at the sight before you, Chris' cock was already dripping as he brought it closer to your mouth. Your mouth opening wide for the man's large appendage, spit dripping as he pushes inside, letting out a groan as you close your lips around him, jaw straining from the size of him.

You can feel Adrian pulling away your soaked panties and chuckling at the sight before him.

"Wow babe, we really get you wet when you are pleasuring us don't we. You hum around Chris' cock in answer the man starting to fuck lazily into your mouth.

"Oh fuck babe, you feel so good around my cock." Adrian dove face first into your pussy, his tounge liking a flat strip up your slit and to your clit, doing so a few more times he hums, content with the taste of you. Bringing his hand up, he enters one finger into your hole as his tongue moves to focus just on you clit, pumping his finger in and out as he flicks rapidly at your clit, pleasure washing over your body. You moan loudly around Chris' cock, his hips starting to fuck your mouth more roughly. His hands sliding into your hair and one onto a boob, the other had adrians free hand on it.

Adrian added a second finger, the slight stretch feeling so delicious to you, no matter how many times you had sex Adrian was always amazed by your slippery tight cunt

Adrian's fingers passed by the spongy part inside your hips bucking at him, he smirks and brings his hand back down from your chest to hold your hips and waist in place. His lips locking onto your clit and sucking as his fingers press into your g-spot over and over, making you a winning mess and bringing you to the edge faster than normal, must be the excitement from being with both him and Chris today.

Adrian brings you through you orgasm and almost straight into another one as he doesn't stop his ministrations, making you cum again before you even come down from the first, still not letting up and holding your hips down as he keeps sucking your clit, flicking it with his tongue as now three fingers press against your g-spot rapidly, your third orgasm building stronger than your last two. Chris' hips were going at a fast rhythm against your face, grunting loud and pulling out, not wanting to cum just yet. Pulling you into a kiss after you caught your breath, his tkunge exploring every part of your mouth, his drawing all of your moans right up, you were reciprocating the amount of passion he gave in his kiss, almost screaming in pleasure into his mouth, getting closer and closer to you third orgasm, Chris pulls away from the kiss to watch as you cum. Adrian's fingers get pushed right out of your cunt, his mouth detaches in awe, and the two men watch as your pussy convulses and your ejaculated squirts out a couple times, soaking Adrian's face and chest, along with the sheets. Adrian almost Cummings from the sight and feeling alone, and Chris going absolutely feral over the sight he just saw. The men take a small break, Adrian moving up to cuddle your face, and Chris coming in with a water bottle for each of you.

"Are you ok to continue, honey bun?" Adrian's question was directed at you and you nod. Having a 5 minute break between a world shattering orgasm being just what you needed. Chris made sure the both of you drank at least half a water bottle each before letting anything more progress.

Chris grabs the lube from your nightstand table, eliciting to prep Adrian's hole, you kissing Adrian's face and lips as Chris applies some lube to his fingers, massaging them over his tight entrance. Slowly pushing one lobbed up finger inside, Adrian letting a loud moan out, his tip already leaking, it's been too long since he's had Chris fuck him, Chris finger felt really good inside Adrian, and as he pushed a second in, Adrian could've sworn he died and went to heaven. Chris started to scissor his fingers in Adrian's holes trying to get him prepped enough he could cause minimal discomfort while he pushed his dick into his ass.

Adrian keened under Chris' touch, moaning into your shoulder, and arching his back.

Chris was up to a third finger when he pulled them out, satisfied with the prep he'd done on Adrian.

"Are you ready for my cock baby boy?" Adrian nods his head, lining his cock up with your entrance.

"Yes sir." He said to Chris, pushing inside your wet and warm cunt, Chris pushing into his tight hole right after, you qere on your hands and knees, Adrian hunched over you, moving his hips as he fucked into you on one side and back onto Chris on the other. The man was in so much pleasure from having you around his cock and Chris' cock in his ass.

Chris started to thrust his hips, also setting the lace for Adrian's hips slamming into your ass. You moan as you feel Adrian's balls slap against your clit with every thrust of their hips, Adrian was non stop moaning, from the constant pleasure he felt, you pussy squeezing him as his ass was squeezing Chris.

None of you were going to last long at this pace, and as Adrian reached to play with your clit, Chris slapped his hand, instead reaching your clit with his. His other hand going around to fondle Adrian's balls. Adrian came first yelling his pleasure loudly, you came a few seconds after, screaming in pleasure and Chris came last, working you all through your orgasms.

He pulled out of Adrian, helping the drained man pull out of you, lading the both of you to lay on the bed.

He walks into the bathroom, producing two separate wet towels and coming back into your room, he hands a towel to Adrian, who cleans the mess between your legs, wiping gently as you are still over sensitive, then wiping his cock, feeling Chris wipe the lube and cum from his hole. Chris wiping his cock after as well.

The men throw the cum rags onto the floor, to be dealt with after. You lay your head on Adrian's chest, Chris doing the same, his arms wrapping around the both of you, whispering words of encouragement to the two of you. Adrian praised both of you as well, and you told the boys how amazing they did.

After all the praises were done and the three of you were drifting into a post sex nap.

"Thank you both for the amazing birthday present. I love you guys."

And with that the three of you fell asleep, completely content in each other's arms.

Taglist:

@nptnewr @likedovesinthewnd @aprilfire18 @tempesttemper

#peacemaker x reader #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #peacemaker x you #chris smith x reader #chris smith × you #chris smith x adrian chase #vigilmaker x reader #vigilmaker #gn reader #afab reader #acweek22 #peacemakernet

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spector27 · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Christopher Smith/Adrian Chase/Male!Reader Characters: Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Adrian Chase, Male Reader Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Gay Male Reader, Cliche Pizza Delivery Plot, PWP Summary:

You're a sarcastic delivery boy, and Vigilmaker is looking for a third. Peacemaker's invitation to smoke after your shift almost certainly comes with implications, especially when Chris and Adrian launch into a genuine argument about which of them gives better blowjobs. Good thing you're there to judge the competition....

#vigilmaker #x reader #male!reader #pwp #ao3 #christopher smth #adrian chase #fanfic #M/M/M #i wrote this for myself

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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To the Anon who keeps harassing my friends about x Reader, you need to educate yourself on the fandom you claim to be “defending.” So far, all of your “canon facts” are dead wrong.

Christopher “Peacemaker” Smith is CANON BISEXUAL. Don’t believe me? He has sexual with two different women on the show, tries to tuck Harcourt, even Murn says Chris wants to fuck Harcourt AND even Chris’ dad says Chris has sex with girls and guys. Chris is not gay, he is bisexual and you trying to say otherwise is bi erasure. Which, how dare you, by the way, since you claim to be a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. It’s shit like this from gay men that drove me back into the closet when I was 22. It’s biphobic. Knock it the hell off.

Vigilmaker is NOT CANON. James Gunn himself has said do. Vigilmaker is solely a FAN MADE CREATION. Gunn has said they are not together and not interested in each other like that. There’s nothing wrong with fan made creations, but do not confuse them with canon.

Ergo, based on point 1 and 2, Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader fics are more canon than Vigilmaker.

X Reader fics are not a new thing and x Reader fics are in all fandoms. You are acting very entitled by throwing a fit over something you could easily spare yourself of by blocking the tags.

In fact, here is a link that explains step by step how to block tags you don’t want to see anymore. Block the tags, boom! Problem solved! It’s super easy. Considering this topic stresses you out so much, I’d highly suggest you do that.

And once more for the people in the back, bi erasure is not cool, especially from those within our own community.

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #christopher smith #chris smith #biphobes dni #biphobic #oh hell no #biphopia #fictional characters

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paperprinc3 · 1 year

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we're only about 15 fics behind the number of adrian x reader fics on ao3. they rarely posts fics anymore and pretty much given up :). vigilmaker will have them beat in a few months, maybe even weeks! keep it up!

most of the vigilmaker fics are yours so i wanted to thank you specifically. youre the main person keeping this ship's fandom afloat, and putting the adrian selfshippers in their place to boot, so thank you for everything you've done.

Why did I turn back on my anon? Cause I thought you had gone. I assume your young and trying to be nice but I'm not writing for some war against other shippers. I write because it is fun. And it's getting slightly less fun. You say you appreciate me but have you left me any comments on my fanfics? Or left comments for any other writers?

If you care so much about numbers why not write 15 drabbles yourself and post them to win this stupid war of yours.

#vigilmaker #peacemaker #mini rant

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astromechs · 2 years

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The Peacemaker tags are infested with cringe reader insert fics (mostly Adrian x Reader but some Chris x Reader ) and they currently outnumber the Vigilmaker fics.

When you use Tumblr on mobile you can report posts as spam and they'll disappear from the tag. If we start mass reporting the reader insert fics we can unclog the tags from those weird ass fics and we might even be able to get some of those writers off the site completely!

Unfortunately there's no way around the infestation on Ao3, but we can at least do something about it on Tumblr. Spread the word!

anon, i'm not personally a fan of reader fics, but i would never tell people what they can and can't write or participate in a campaign to drive people off an entire website based on what they write. just filter or block tags for what you don't want to see. don't be a dick about things people have worked hard on. it's that simple.

#asks #anonymous #i would've blocked this but it needed to be said

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jeysbvck · 2 years

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You ship Buddie from that 911 show right? Then should know better than to break up a canon gay couple especially for some cringe ass reader insert fics!

Chris and Adrian are gay and Vigilmaker is the main couple of the show, ignoring that is erasure and homophobic. Changing a character’s canon sexuality for fanfiction is erasure and homophobic.

Reader inserts are cringe no matter what, you guys who write these reader x Adrian fics are being cringe and homophobic. Quit clogging our tags and GET OUT of our fandom! It’s not for straight girls!

1) chris is bisexual or pan, not gay.

2) sorry to break it to you but vigilmaker is NOT a canon ship. if you knew anything, you'd know that james gunn has actually said that in no way did he write adrian and chris as romantic.

3) im not a straight girl, im bisexual, which is clearly states in my bio.

get a fucking grip. i couldn't give two shits if you ship vigilmaker, but it certainly isn't a canon ship, just like buddie isn't a canon ship. you're absolutely fucking pathetic coming at all of us.

cunt.

#shan speaks #i cant fucking stand people like this #get the fuck off my blog #im fucking so angry #had the worst fucking week been so fuckin alone and i get this shit?#naaaaah

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bachaboska · 1 year

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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as a very casual fan the peacemaker fandom is funny to me because there are all these subcategories even though the show is less than a year old.

there's the adrian x reader side which seems to be the majority of you - you guys are nothing if not dedicated to your boy, respect - and this side also seems split into two main groups of writers which never, ever overlap or interact. there's the almost nonexistent but very passionate handful of chris x reader people. there's the vigilmaker shippers (i think this is the only non x reader ship?). there are the giffers who seem on a mission to gif every single inch of adrian's body in every scene. and then there's tiny fandoms of like maybe 10 people for each of the other characters.

you guys watched this show picked your faves and by god did you commit to them. can't wait to you see you all in your natural habitat once s2 comes out. and thanks for the great fics and gifs you guys share with us lurkers!

LMAO i love this little fandom so much tbh. i’d classify myself as obviously an adrian writer but boy do i love to gif that man. i can replay all his scenes in my head for real.

#answered*#anonymous

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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your candle burned my skin

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: t+ (canon-typical violence, temporary (reader) character death)

word count: 2,789

one-sentence synopsis: you thought that you had mentioned your powers of resurrection to adrian, but it turns out you didn't-- and you don't get a chance to tell him before he finds out for himself.

author's note: i wrote this on my phooooooone while i should've been doing other things nobody judge me!!!!

>>> read on ao3! <<<

Adrian loves spending time with you.

Like, he loves spending time with you. Nobody has ever been able to keep up with him like you can. All his life, he’s been able to do things other people just couldn’t. If he got hurt, he healed in minutes; even the most dramatic of injuries could be gone in under an hour, for him. He’s never tried cutting his own head off, or anything, but he has taken to more than his fair share of daredevil moves, and risks his life far more often than necessary.

Not only that, but most people just can’t keep up. His mind moves faster than his mouth, which is already moving a million miles a minute. He doesn’t always feel like he connects with people. He wonders if they can sense that he’s inhuman in some way, or if maybe they just don’t like him.

Not you, though.

You’ve always been able to keep up. You always match him. When he’s pulling some stupid stunt, you’re there at his side. When he’s taking on an entire gang, you’re his only back-up. When he’s trying to express himself and the right words won’t come, but the wrong words won’t stop, you are always there to listen and figure him out.

You understand him. He even thinks he might understand you.

He’s never had to tell you about his abilities, because they’re obvious. He gets hurt a lot, and always heals obviously quickly. You’ve never had to heal from anything in front of him, because he always takes the hit for you. He knows he’ll heal; it’s just easier if he takes whatever blow it is, then deals with it, rather than risk something far more permanent ever happening to you.

Besides, he can’t really stand to see you get hurt. It’s really a win-win. He gets to show off a little, be brave, and protect you, and he never sustains any permanent damage. No harm, no foul.

Adrian thinks he might just be the luckiest man alive. He’s not entirely sure he can die, he’s a hero who gets to fight bad guys with his friends, and he has you at his side. It doesn’t seem like anything can ever go wrong; this is more than he ever thought he’d have, more than he’d ever thought to even want. You’re funny, you’re sweet, you’re smart, you’re hot, and you’re always at his side, even though he has abilities and you don’t.

Or— as far as he knows, you don’t.

Adrian’s never seen you get hurt, because he always takes the hit before you can even get hurt. He’s never seen you heal, because you’ve never needed to, in front of him. He’s never thought about it before.

Now, it’s all he can think about.

Fighting the butterflies— that’s unlike anything Adrian has ever had to deal with. The two of you have fought a lot of bad guys, but never anything like this. You're fighting side-by-side, for most of the final battle, but then Adrian gets separated from you. He loses track of you, lost in the throng of bodies. He keeps trying to find you; even when he's shot, he refuses to go down, pushing back up to standing and trying to find you again.

He’s fighting his way through five separate humans— or, human-ish bodies occupied by butterflies— when he hears your cut-off scream. All his blood runs cold, his hands going numb, his head snapping up the second he hears it.

It’s obvious what’s happened, if not the exact details of it. He hears the scream of pain, the agonized shock as the sound tears out of you, more animal than consciously human. You’re cut off part of the way through with a wet sound, and then silence.

Adrian is already moving. His adrenaline is pumping, heart pounding so quickly it doesn’t feel like it’s beating at all, pushing his body to move as quickly as it can. He feels the shot in his stomach healing already, pushing the bullet out onto the ground. Every slash on his arms, every wound through his body, every injury he sustains— he barely even feels the pain. It all heals so quickly it doesn’t matter. It’s all barely a blip on the radar compared to his abrupt terror and urgent, desperate need to find you.

“Vigilante!” John’s voice calls. Adrian’s already running in his direction, and he finds John laid on the ground, snapped leg laid out beside him, and your head cradled in his lap. “It’s going to be okay, man, don’t worry—”

Adrian’s ignoring him, not even listening, falling to his knees beside you in a second, pulling you over to him instead. The movement jostles you, and you make a pained noise, unable to stop yourself from feeling the unspeakable hurt of your injuries in this moment. You’ve been hurt too badly, a knife run directly through your heart. Adrian sees it still there, stuck out of your chest.

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian curses, voice already weak, breaking. He’s never seen you hurt before, never, not like this, and it feels like a nightmare to see it happening. “Fuck, fuck, I don’t— What do I do? What do we— We have to get out of here, we have to—”

“Adrian,” you stop him, reaching up for him. He goes silent, eyes dropping to your face, his gloved hand coming up to cup your cheek in his hand.

You try to speak again, to continue, but you can’t manage it. Instead, Adrian can only watch with horror, completely useless in the face of your death, as you cough up blood. It spills red down your chin, seeps from your nose. Adrian sweeps it away, clutches you closer.

“God, no,” Adrian begs you. “I was— I should’ve been here— Oh, fuck, fuck, we have to get to a hospital—”

“Adrian,” Chris says above him.

Adrian’s head snaps up, and he looks up at him from behind his visor, vision stained red, tears dampening the fabric of his mask until it clings to his skin. Chris is standing just behind him, but his eyes aren’t on Adrian. They’re on you— on the knife in your chest. He can’t stop looking at it.

“They’re not going to make it,” Chris tells him. “Th—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Adrian interrupts him sharply, already looking away, dismissing him as worse than useless. He shifts to get his legs under him instead, shifting you into his arms. “Okay, I’m gonna lift you up, alright? I’m gonna get you to the car, and we’re gonna—”

You shake your head as best as you can. You keep trying to speak, to get the words up your throat and out of your mouth, but you can’t quite manage it. You’re choked off by your own blood and the screaming pain inside you. Instead, you grapple to hang onto Adrian, trying to tell him as much as you can with your touch and your eyes and your face, even if you can’t speak.

Adrian just clutches you close, strokes your bloody face with his hand. He tears his mask away, rips his gloves off, gets his bare hands on you.

You reach up, grasping for the hilt of the knife in your chest. Adrian tries to tug your hand away, to stop you from pulling at it, but you push at his wrist. You shove at him so you can grab onto the knife; in one swift movement, you yank it up and out. Your heart nearly cracks to pieces in your chest, and blood rushes from the hole in your front as surely as it gushes up from your mouth.

“What the— What the fuck would you do that for, what the fuck are you doing,” Adrian’s demanding to know, but you can barely hear him, anymore. He doesn’t understand why you’d do that, unless you’re going fucking insane.

You can’t manage to get the words to explain. With each second, you’re losing more blood, your face going white, your eyes getting glazed. You’re not really responding to Adrian, not anymore, and he grabs you, shakes you again. He can’t stop holding you, can’t let you go.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he reassures you. His voice breaks, and then he sobs, pressing his forehead to yours as he tries to stagger to his feet again. This time, it sounds more like he’s begging when he repeats, “It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you, it’s okay—”

You shake your head again, trying to reach up and touch his face. You barely succeed, leaving only a smear of blood and the faint warmth of your fingertips, ghosting across his skin. You’re going cold so quickly. Adrian can’t process this; it feels like a living nightmare.

You try to say something, but no sounds come out. Your mouth moves, and Adrian’s trying to figure out what you’re saying, but then—

—then your heart is stopping, and your breath is stilling, your chest no longer moving. Your eyes don’t move away from Adrian’s, but they grow distant, looking at nothing. Glassy, empty. You’re no longer present there in them.

“Hey,” Adrian says, voice scraping, breaking apart. He can barely speak through the tears as he demands, “Hey, hey, what— What are you— Hey! You can’t— You can’t fucking—”

He collapses in the next moment, unable to get in enough air to properly cry, let alone breathe. He’s just gasping, tears streaming. It feels like his entire body is cracking apart; it feels like he’s cracking apart, like everything that he is is just splintering to pieces. It doesn’t feel real, a waking nightmare, an unreal madness, a living death.

His fingertips stroke up your face, clutching you to him. He pushes his forehead to yours, kisses you hard, blood filling his mouth. It spills down his own chin when he tells you, “Fuck, I c— I love you, I can’t— I can’t do this, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t fucking do this, I can’t—”

This can’t happen. It can’t. He wasn’t alone— He wasn’t alone anymore, when he was with you. He had a life with you, he was happy, he can’t— he can’t lose you. He clutches you closer, buries his face in your still chest, and sobs, he screams, he falls to fucking pieces. He thought you’d outlive him; he can’t stand the idea of you dying now, the absolutely unreal idea of him being forced to live in a world without you, to live a life without you. It can’t be real. It can’t. It’s not fucking fair, it’s not— It’s not—

Adrian’s so lost, adrift in a haze of nothing but white noise and darkness and you, the immense, unending loss of you, an immediate rejection of a grief so immense he can barely process it— that he doesn’t realize, not at first.

He doesn’t realize there’s a little color and warmth coming back into your face. He doesn’t realize your hands are shifting slightly. He doesn’t realize your chest is starting to lift, just a bit. He doesn’t realize your heart is desperately trying to move, to start beating again, sluggishly attempting to restart itself in your chest.

He doesn’t realize until your hand actually starts to come up, your fingers touching his temple before you thread through his hair. You clutch him close, for a weak moment, before pressing your lips to his hair.

It’s then Adrian realizes what’s happening. He jerks upwards so quickly he nearly knocks the crown of his head into the underneath of your chin. He recalibrates at the last moment, steadying himself so he can look down at you with his bloodshot eyes, still unable to stop crying, not believing any of what’s happening.

He presses your face between his hands, incredulous. Softly, he says your name, and your eyes flutter for a second before they close and then fucking— open again. You look up at him, blinking, eyes refocusing and clearing.

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian gasps. He drops down into you again, hysterical. “Oh, fuck— Oh, what the fuck, what the fuck was that, what the fuck—”

You can feel your body slowly repairing itself, pulling you back together piece by piece. This hasn’t happened in a long time, not since you were much younger, but it does happen. You’ve known for years that you had resurrection abilities— ever since you fell out of a window when you were hardly two years old, then revived yourself on the pavement below, got up, and walked back inside covered in blood. It’s never actually come up with anybody before; you assumed everybody in the 11th Street Kids knows about your abilities, because they’re in your file.

Of course, you forgot that Adrian isn’t officially a member of the team. He doesn’t know about your abilities. You never mentioned them because you figured he already knew, and he’s always been so nonchalant about his own abilities— you figured it was just no big deal, and he saw no point in bringing it up.

As you rouse yourself now, though, and return to the land of the living as you have had to do several times before, and you find Adrian going completely fucking berserk, deranged in his collapsing, desperate mania to have you back, you realize he doesn’t know about your powers. He must have never known about them, because the way he’s looking at you is not the face of somebody who knew you were going to be okay in about five minutes.

“What the fuck?” Adrian whispers, holding you close. He kisses you, tasting the blood still in both your mouths, bewildered. He can’t begin to process this, can’t begin to understand.

He doesn’t know if he’s died, or if he’s gone insane, or what, but he doesn’t really care. If you’re here, he’ll take it; it doesn’t matter what’s happening. He’ll never let it stop.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. Your voice is still rough as your body restarts itself. You might have the ability to come back, but that doesn’t make it easy. You’re already exhausted; you want to shower, eat something, and sleep sooner rather than later. “I thought you knew.”

“What?” Adrian repeats. “Knew— Knew fuck— Knew fucking what? What the fuck just happened—”

“I can’t die,” you interrupt him. He stares at you, bewildered, then looks up to Leota with confusion, the first person he makes eye contact with. “They know. I thought you knew.”

“What the fuck?” Chris demands. “I didn’t fucking know—”

“I was trying to tell you,” John defends himself. “I was just trying, and nobody was listening to me—”

“Because I thought they were fucking dead,” Adrian shouts at him, voice breaking again. He turns back to you, looking desperate again in his need to confirm you’re okay, and alive, and that this is all real. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me—”

“I thought you knew,” you repeat, “I swear, I really did, I mean— You never talk about yours, you just do stuff, so I figured it was just no big deal—”

“No big deal?” Adrian echoes incredulously. “No big— No big deal? That you can’t fucking die?”

You blink up at him, your heart finally reaching its normal pace. Seeing Adrian this close, so terrified of losing you, it starts going even faster, racing in your chest.

“Surprise,” you whisper up to him. “I really am sorry.”

He stares down at you for a beat before he fucking— laughs, through the still-falling tears. He’s smiling, then, and he can’t stop; the feeling inside him is exploding, overwhelming him, and he can’t let it go. He’s realizing this is real, that you’re actually alive and it’s okay and you’re here with him—

—And he is going to demand explanations, and he’s going to want to see what your abilities are like, and the two of you are eventually going to end up testing the extent of your abilities together, but, for now—

For now, Adrian laughs, and repeats, “‘Surprise,’ you— You fucking shithead, I love you so fucking much,” before he’s kissing you again, dragging his bloody hands along your face, down your body, trying to touch every inch of you. He chases after your pulse, feels for your pounding heart, tastes the air from your inflating lungs, and keeps smiling through his tears, hopelessly determined to show you just how much he needs you here, with him, alive, forever.

requests used:

"I am living for your Adrian Chase fics! Have you seen the fandom headcanon that Adrian has regenerative abilities, like his comics counterpart? So that headcanon is gospel to me now and I like the idea of him being with a reader who has abilities too, and they’re like a total bombshell and badass but also a huge dork in their own way and they and Adrian just get each other. They run around being the most stupidly in love chaotic couple ever. I hope it’s not too random to share this thought lol." (anonymous)

"Hey! I love your work so so much!!! Would it be possible for you to write a oneshot with Adrian where like… after the final battle with the butterflies, reader takes a hit for Adrian and he holds them in his arms as they die, like full stop, eyes glazed and staring at nothing, no pulse. But, little does he know (mainly because it never came up in conversations with the Kids), reader actually has regenerative/resurrection powers? ((If this is too specific then feel free to ignore—absolutely no worries :) and thank you for all the amazing content you create; it’s honestly amazing and whenever I get a notification that you’ve posted, I get the biggest smile on my face!))" (anonymous)

"Hi ☺️ Prompt 100. Adrian Chase x reader. idk if I make up the prompt or you do, but if I’m the one who has to make it up, can it be the reader revealing to Adrian they have powers?" (@thatidomagirl)

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@deputyrook @bb-skyrunner @himboelover @pieriinova @gcldtom @violetrainbow412-blog @amysuemc @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @themartiansdaughter @dallasvakarian @missscarlettangel @samantha24015 @hillaryroadheadcllinton @ohmybubbletea @buckys-estrella @witchywcmans @ladyrebel25 @eviejune @vigilantesluvr @qjuiq-odakyu @xothatnerdykid @awkwardfangirl2014 @thevalkyrior @mattsmanpain @sunflowerfive @deirdre-belle @anthonyedwinstark @sexysquatch @jelliebeanss @zofps @crimscnrains @trans-librarian @nellethiel-aranel @probablyasatanworshipper @phoenixhalliwell @perseajohnson @eeveeangelcakes @freyafriggafrey @psychadelictoadie @middimidoris @gaygonegirl @herbsschmerbs @satansrighthandmanchild @seeking-a-great--perhaps @ev-june @bvcksmurdock @staticspouse @acupnoodle

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lovearne · 1 year

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do you have any upcoming vigilmaker fics? the adrian x reader self shipper weirdos are only 60 fics ahead of us on ao3, we're so close to beating them! they were like a 100 fics ahead just a few weeks ago. we can win this we just need more fics!

i think there are still more adrian x reader fics than vigilmaker fics on tumblr (i report them whenever i see them but staff wont take them down) but we can still take back ao3!

I wasn't going to address this. But I've gotten several, and I do mean several different asks like this.

Hopefully this doesn't piss off my vigilmaker moots.

There is nothing wrong or weird about writing reader inserts. There is nothing cringe about writing reader inserts.

What is wrong and weird and cringe is the way you are reporting, shaming and shitting on people for writing and reading them. Just because it isn't your cup of tea doesn't mean shit.

You are making this Fandom toxic. And I for one hate that. This Fandom had such good structure in the beginning. You are helping to ruin that.

I hope you like Taylor swift because you are the problem. People that spread hate like this, like you do, you are the problem.

This is called fanfiction for a reason. It's fans making fiction of beloved characters. So instead of hating on people for things you don't like (ie x reader) then learn how to fucking filter out the tags that correlate with what you don't want to see.

I'm done with the hate in Fandom. Grow up or get out. Those are the options. Fandom belongs to everyone.

Also, you sent this to an almost exclusively reader insert writer, so fuck you.

#arne speaks #vigilmaker #hbo peacemaker #peacemaker x reader

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It's a Vigilante Thing

A/N: Ok so, I just finished watching Peacemaker now that it's finally in the Uk. And I gotta say I absolutely loved it and my favourite character was definitely Viginalte, so of course, I had to write something. The plot is barely there, I literally just went off of dialogue that I thought of at two different times of the day and sorta forced them together into a story.

There aren't any spoilers and I'm still figuring out how to write for this show, but I hope you enjoy!

Vigilante x FReader

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"What do you want?" You spit out, watching the costumed man slip through your open window and fall to the floor with a groan. He jumps back up as though he didn't just bruise his ribs, "I just came to talk, y'know, hash things out between us."

He pulls a chair out at the dining table, gesturing for you to sit down next to him. Instead, you sit opposite, glaring at him, "Is that why you brought the food?" you ask. He pushed the burger towards you, it was still freshly wrapped and hot, he must've driven here quick.

You started to unravel the burger, sniffing it, "You didn't poison this, did you?" Vigilante leaned back almost appalled by your question, guess that meant no.

"Well, I know that food makes you happy. Er, not that you're fat or anything- I mean, I'm not saying you're fat but you have put on a little weight since I last saw you- I mean, you're not fatter but- w-what I'm trying to say is-"

"I think it would be better for the both of us if you stopped talking." you huffed out, refusing to look at him. You continued to chow down on the burger, it was a good job you didn't make dinner tonight.

"Oh, um, yeah. Ok, I can do that, stop talking. Stooop talking...Stoooooop talkin-" he drummed his fingers along the table, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor, a slow and pathetic whistle winding its way out of his mask.

"Oh my god! How are you even more annoying than before?" you panted, finally staring at him. You couldn't see his smile but saw the smallest movement come from the black fabric. You leant back in your chair, now growing comfortable with his presence, "You said you came here to talk."

"You just told me to stop talking." god he sounded like a child, "When have you ever listened to anything I've ever said?" he stilled for a moment, just thinking over, "Never- oh well, there was that one tim- oh no, nevermind."

"Adria-" he cut you off before you could continue, "Ok so, lately I've been having this feeling inside of me. And as we both know I'm not really a feeling type of guy, it's kinda icky and warm." he wasn't looking at you, instead he was sharing his attention across the room. Taking in all the little items that filled up your home, "Anywizzle, I had this feeling to come and see you, like, really bad, like, no matter what I did I had to see you. So, here I am."

"You wanted to see me?" you repeated, "Really bad?" Vigilante shook his head, "I'm just as confused as you."

You tapped your chin in deep thought, taking the last bite of the burger and pondering. Maybe you did know what he was on about, lately, you had been having some feelings too; feelings you didn't want to explore.

"Stay still, I just wanna try something." you stood from the chair, slowly making your way over to him, a swing in your hips. You smirked at the way his eyes dropped down to catch the action. Ever since your breakup a year ago, you'd spent many of your nights trying to forget Adrian's dumb face and his dumb voice and his insane ramblings.

Yet every night, you kept the news on cycle to see if Vigilante had stopped a crime. You'd read the newspapers every morning and check Twitter every other day for his superhero tweets. No matter how many times you told yourself you were through with this man, a part of your heart always fought back.

And this time, it was winning.

As you approached him, your left arm raised on its own account, trailing his own arm from his homemade shoulder pads right down to the twitch of his hands at your touch. You could feel him faintly shudder as your fingers slowly trailed over the tight fabric of his suit, "Do you feel it too?"

"Well yeah, you're touching my arm."

"No, I mean the electricity, energy. I don't know what it is, but I feel it when I touch you." you pulled your hand away, the deep lulling that came from his skin quickly fading. He stuttered, gradually turning his head to you, red-covered eyes staring up at you, "W-well you could touch more of me if you want?"

"Don't ruin the moment, jackass." You had spent the rest of the night just talking, like Adrian said you would. You had sat on your couch, poured a few drinks and said what you'd both like. Of course, it did lead to some shower related activities...which then did continue into the bedroom, but all in all, you liked to think you worked out your issues.

And for once, you were excited to be in a relationship again, even if it was just a trial run.

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"Ok, let's just go and blow these mother fuckers a new one." Peacemaker beamed, grabbing a shotgun from the car. His thumb rubbed the dove of peace on the gun, a small smile coming to his lips.

Vigilante stood by the rented car, swinging the door shut with a kick in his step. He marched over to where Chris stood and grabbed some ammo, "Hell yea- ooohh wait, I don't think I can go right now." he sighed, dropping his head.

"What? Why the hell not?" Chris slammed the boot of the car down, dropping his loaded bag on top of it and turning to Adrian, "Well, ya see, I said I'd spend the rest of the day with (Y/N)."

"Wha- dude, you knew we were gonna go fuck these guys. Why'd you double book, can't you just cancel?"

"Well yeah I could, but y'know, since she's giving me a second chance and all, I gotta prove that I want to be with her and all that crap. Who wudda thunk that your girlfriend wants you to spend time with her, huh?" Vigilante put his hands on his hips, rolling his head as though he was waiting for a laugh track out of an 80s sitcom.

"Ok, ok, you're still good for tomorrow night though, right?" Peacemaker grabbed the bag again, setting off down the road to the politician's house. Vigilante followed behind him, filling his guns with the ammunition then settling them back into the straps along his suit.

"What's tomorrow night again?" Chris paused in the road, turning his back to the house so he could stare, wide-eyed, at Vigilante. Throwing his arms in a hissy fit, he inhaled, "Agh, are you serious? Tomorrow we're gonna go shoot that politician, remember?"

"Oh yeah...yeah," Vigilante pointed his finger into the air as if that helped him to remember, he continued towards Peacemaker, finally by his side, "I can't do that either."

"Wha- why the fuck not?" Peacemaker paused again, more aggression in his movements; he was starting to get pissed.

"I'm going to the movies with (Y/N)." Viginalte shrugged nonchalantly. Peacemaker dropped his bag to the ground, the sound bearly audible with the amount of birds and crickets making a riot, "Dude!"

"What?"

"The movies? You're my fucking sidekick, who's gonna protect my side if you're not by it."

"I know, I know. I promise I'll spend some time with you the day after, I just- I don't wanna mess things up again." Adrian shook his head from side to side like he was physically weighing his options, "Ugh, fineeeee. But you better figure out a way to spend time with the both of us, asshole." Chris pointed an accusing finger at his third BFF, then continued on with the mission.

"You should meet her, I think you'll get along like a spouse on fire."

"Spouse on fire? No, V, it's house on fire." Peacemaker shook his head, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. But Vigilante couldn't accept this, jerking his head, he retorted "Whaaat? Why would it be house? Who's setting a house on fire?"

"Who the fuck is setting their spouse on fire?" Chris turned to Adrian with a glare, "I don't know, people who hate their spouses, I guess." he shrugged back.

"For fuck sake, you're girlfriend must be brain dead to date you."

"Nah, she's actually pretty cool."

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