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fanficsandfluff · 4 months

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Squealing Santa 2k23: All the Maybes in the World

Fandom: Peacemaker (DCEU)

Characters: Peacemaker (Christopher Smith), Vigilante (Adrian Chase)

A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.

Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."

Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!

It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!

"Is it bad?"

"No."

"Is it good?"

"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"

"Is it cancer?"

"Adrian, what the fuck."

Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.

"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.

"That's-That's not it, Adrian."

"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.

Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.

"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"

"Who's Em?"

Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."

"Who's Emilia?"

Benefit fucking obliterated.

"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."

"I have?"

"Harcourt--"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."

Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.

"So..." Adrian scooted a hair closer to Christopher on his buddy's couch, grinning, "What'd you two get up to?"

"She tickled me."

Adrian was still grinning, still nodding his head, tongue poking out like he was hearing some sick story about his best friend and teammate getting it on together, until, "Huh?"

"I know... I didn't know what was happening at first. And I just-- reacted! Then I shut down, she asked me about it, and pssh, I barely knew what the fuck I was feeling so I booked it out of there."

"Why'd you run away?"

"Because..." Christopher's mouth was fully ready to continue speaking, but his brain stopped him short. Why did he leave the situation so quickly? From what he'd heard about it, tickling wasn't too bad. But every part of his body wanted to flee the scene the moment it happened.

"Did Keith ever tickle you?"

In a rare moment of sincere clarity, Adrian hit the nail on the head with that unidentified trauma.

Of course. When the brothers would sneak around to avoid their father, the two would do anything they could to keep their spirits up. And that definitely included a tickle fight here or there, ones that young Christopher would lose more often than not. And if dad ever found them, he'd hurl the homophobic and incestual slurs. So, yeah, Chris never thought about that in a really, really long time. Until today. Until his fight or flight kicked in because of one stray touch along his ribs.

Christopher ended up nodding slowly after what he was sure was many moments of silence as he was taken back to decades ago. Adrian even let him have these moments, which was another big win for his character.

The realization dawned upon Adrian in a heartbeat later, and he was smiling wide, "You're ticklish?"

Chris felt an unfamiliar flush build in his cheeks and he glanced at his friend, "Yes, but don't get any ideas, Adrian, I swear to god."

"Wouldn't dream of it," not, "I just can't believe the Peacemaker is ticklish! Who would've guessed?" even Adrian let out a small, excited giggle.

"And you aren't? Why's it such a big deal? I bet you like it, too, you sick freak," even though Christopher came to Adrian to confess and get some advice about his predicament, he couldn't avoid hurling insults as his defense mechanism. Can't get too close now, remember.

"Oh, I do," Adrian thumbed his glasses again, nodding and possessing a very matter-of-fact look about him, "It's one of my favorite torture methods."

Chris made a face, knowing in that moment Adrian definitely meant to torture and to be tortured.

"What's there to like?" he asked more genuinely.

"It's so much fun, dude! The tingles, the nerve endings, the effortless laughter," Adrian was smiling just thinking about it, and Christopher was squirming at just the mention.

It was then, in basking in the beautiful memories of being involved in tickling, that Adrian reached out and pinched at Christopher's side without abandon. Chris shot off the couch completely, screaming a, "What the fuck!"

Adrian giggled with pure glee coursing through his body at the discovery his best friend laid out before him, "Stop fighting it!" he bolted off the couch and ran straight at Christopher.

They played a brief game of cat and mouse, Chris hurling every kind of insult at Adrian in his avoidance of the inevitable. The ever-determined Adrian wound up cornering Christopher in his bedroom, avoiding objects that were hurled at his head in the process.

"Go fuck yourself. Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your aunt--"

"What's Aunt Kathy got to do with this?"

"Well I know you don't have a sister, otherwise I would've banged her already, dipshit."

Adrian grinned disturbingly at the thought. He wouldn't want any part in that intimate affair, of course, but him being able to say that Peacemaker was his brother-in-law was too tempting to not daydream of.

Christopher was genuinely considering jumping out his window once he ran out of small throwable objects. That split second of decision cost him big, as Adrian roundhouse kicked him directly into his bed.

Knowing he had nowhere else to go, nothing else he could do to prevent this, Christopher threw up his hands, "Wait wait wait wait! Adrian, wait!"

"Yeah, buddy?" Adrian straddled Chris and rested his own hands on his hips just waiting for whatever his idol and friend was going to say to him.

Christopher shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before continuing his thought, "This is still new for me... I'd appreciate it if you, you know..." he swallowed, "took it easy."

Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Had he already converted Christopher into being okay with tickling? Not fighting back as much as his traumatized brain probably wanted him to? Adrian now felt he had a duty to uphold. To take a step in reversing whatever repressed, fucked up memories and feelings Christopher had towards tickling.

"Of course, dude," Adrian assured. He wiggled his fingers in quick anticipation and softly touched down on Christopher's belly. He could feel his friend tense beneath him and watched Christopher's hands land on his own face to cover up.

"No anti-torture techniques now, Mr. Military Man," Adrian chastised.

Adrian did take notice of Christopher making himself more vulnerable by lifting his hands like he did. And the Vigilante was not one to turn down the opportunity, so he clawed at Peacemaker's ribs, not pressing in too hard at the behest of his friend.

Christopher's arms immediately shot down and squeezed to his sides as laughs huffed their way through. When Adrian vibrated his fingers more quickly, that amped up Christopher's laughter, the much larger man rocking from side to side.

"Awesome," Adrian had a smile a mile wide at this discovery, at seeing his best friend and idol laughing this carefree.

Adrian tested out a few more spots on Chris's upper body, all earning him a variety of laughs. When he'd had his fill of exploiting his friend's weakness, he unhooked his legs from atop Christopher and knelt beside him on the bed. Chris took in deep breaths to recover and was rubbing his hands along the parts of his torso that still felt tingly.

"That was so much fun," Adrian decided to pitch in his two cents, smiling broadly.

Christopher was still processing what just transpired. He did think he should be feeling way more self-conscious after being so vulnerable like that, laid bare with all his emotions and his body. But no, he was actually feeling pretty good. Like the tickling was a stress-reliever. He would never admit any of this, however, of fucking course not.

"Economos is gonna die when he hears about this," Adrian seemed to be still in his own little fantasy world post-tickling, giggling at the idea of their teammates face when he tells him of Peacemaker's weakness.

"Oh, fuck no. You're not selling me out to Economos! I trusted you, man!" Christopher, fully on the rebound, saw the glint in Adrian's eyes behind the kid's glasses and the anticipatory smile on his stupid face, and, well... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Adrian was squealing and laughing before Christopher even laid a finger on him. And yeah, it was clear to Christopher just how much Adrian enjoyed being tickled. Which was actually kinda cute.

And as Christopher was getting his footing being the giver of tickles, not the receiver, he was quickly seeing how much more he preferred this side of it. Doing the tickles. Being a younger sibling first, then only child, he was only ever on the receiving end or receiving nothing at all. Adrian must have been used to this kind of treatment being Gut Chase's kid brother, so maybe that's why it grew like it did within him.

Either way, Chris was fine taking pointers from Adrian on how to tickle him more effectively, which was all kids of fucked. And Adrian swore not to tell anyone else on the team about this. While Adrian and secrets was a ticking time bomb, Christopher knew he needed the time to fully anticipate what was to come. Maybe the team knowing wasn't a bad thing. Maybe he avoided the situation with Emilia too quickly. Maybe there was still a chance for him to feel more grounded day by day, surrounding himself with loving people and loving acts. Fuck, he was getting soft... and maybe soft wasn't a bad thing, either.

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playbucky · 2 years

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Tease.

You are an ‘outsider’ that helps the 11th street boys, having been friends with harcourt for a while and always being a reliable source of help she calls you into fight their target, allowing you and Adrain quickly became friends. When admission goes wrong you end up with a nasty slide to your stomach and Adrain finds out the small secret you’ve kept hidden. Characters – Adrain, Reader, Harcourt, brief mentions of the others. Word Count – 1.1k. A/N – First fic for Adrain, I will admit I haven’t been able to watch Peacemaker yet, so this his character is what I mainly got from the insane amount of tik toks and fics I’ve read.

Stopping when the group of five caught your attention, spreading your legs slightly to keep your balance you looked over them before Harcourt smiled. ‘Everyone I want you to meet Y/N.’ Harcourt said, you reached up and removed the mask you were wearing. Your hair was going all directions but you didn’t care, you knew you’d see them in much worse states. ‘Nice to meet you.’ You said with a smile and a small wave. ‘You know the Siren?’ The man in the black and teal mask asked, Harcourt closed her eyes and nodded. ‘Yes, we’ve worked together a few times.’ Harcourt said, you huffed loudly and placed your hands on your hips. ‘A few?’ You quizzed, ‘We’re best friends and you know it.’ You replied, she rolled her eyes.

‘I hope they’ll still line up once your done.’ You grunted out, Adrain looked at Harcourt, noticing the corner of her lips quirked up. ‘Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.’ Harcourt stated, using the scissors to slice up the front for your top, stopping just under the black sports bra. You pulled away the blood stained top, letting the damp fabric drop to your sides as the wound was still bleeding with every breath you took. ‘You have tattoos?’ Adrian asked, you twisted your head to look at him, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he looked at the black ink across your entire stomach. ‘You didn’t know?’ You questioned, he shook his head. ‘No, I- I –‘ He stuttered. ‘You’ve made him speechless.’ Harcourt stated, sounding shocked yet amused. ‘I don’t hide that I have them.’ You pointed out, noticing his eyes moving beneath his glasses as they scanned your body looking at the designs. ‘Yeah, but I normally only see you in your tact gear or suit.’ He pointed out, you hummed knowing that its normally your neck and head on show. ‘Eh, well maybe you can see them all one day.’ You commented, hissing as the needle pulled your skin. ‘You know I can feel that right?’ You asked Harcourt, she glared at you through her eyelashes. ‘Stop your whining and continue flirting with Adrain.’ She pointed out, you rolled your eyes. ‘I’m not flirting with him, he would know If I was cause I’d call him pretty boy.’ You commented, brining your free hand up, draping your arm over your eyes. Not seeing Adrain dip his head to hid the blush that took over his cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears. ‘We’ll talk to him, the pair of you can usually go off in a tangent.’ She said, you scrunched your face up. ‘Oh sorry that we actually communicate with our partners and team.’ You told her, she looked at you before looking down at the wound. ‘I do communicate.’ Harcourt grumbled, wiping away some more blood with the damp cloth. ‘No you don’t.’ Adrain took the words out of your mouth, your stretched your hand to him and looked at her. She looked between the pair of you before looking back at your wound, sliding the needle through again causing you to hiss loudly. Adrain quickly grabbed your hand that was stretched towards him, interlocking his fingers through yours. You were surprised at the warmth and looked down to see that he had taken his gloves off. ‘Bitch.’ You mumbled at her, noticing the corner of her lips quirk up. ‘How many tattoos do you have?’ Adrian asked you, you turned your head to look at him as you squeezed his hand. ‘Twenty or so.’ You said, watching as his eyebrows raised. ‘Are they all small?’ He asked, you clenched your jaw as the needle was pushed through your skin again. ‘Adrain, look at my stomach, do they look small?’ You asked, he looked down at the black ink before shaking his head. ‘No.’ He said, you tilted your head back clenched your jaw again. ‘Stop being such a baby.’ Harcourt grumbled, your entire body tensing up. ‘You’re sewing me back together with a blunt needle.’ You ground out, she glanced at your through her eyelashes. ‘Do you want to bleed out?’ She quizzed, you snarled at her and she smirked before the three of you fell into silence, occasionally whines and grunts coming from you. ‘There, you’re all done but you better nit burst them.’ She announced, pushing off the hard stool and cleaning everything away. ‘Good thing I had pretty boy helping me.’ You said, pushing yourself off the make shift operating table. Harcourt groaned as she chucked a shirt, it had stains covering it but it was definitely cleaner than the blood soaked one, that was still lying in a heap on the floor. ‘Please, no flirting whilst on mission.’ Harcourt scolded you, you narrowed your eyes at her. ‘Fine, I’ll just have to come in early to see pretty boy tomorrow then.’ You commented, she rolled her eyes. ‘Look your about to make him combust.’ She pointed out, looking at Adrain who’s entire face had gone red. ‘Aw-.’ ‘Don’t say it.’ Adrian warned, tilting his head back and pushed his glasses up so he could see you better. ‘Do you not like it?’ You asked, fully away of the bulge that was prominent in the costume. ‘Stop teasing him.’ Harcourt scolded you, you turned and looked at her. ‘I asked a question.’ You said, holding your hand out. Harcourt rolled her eyes before chucking your weapon back to you, you tilted it to the side to check that it was still good. Glad that everything was in working order, you placed it into the holster that was wrapped around your thigh. ‘You’re going out without protection?’ Adrain asked, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘I have a gun, my two knifes and you pretty boy.’ You said, tapping his nose before you walked away as he let out a groan. ‘Y/N!’ Harcourt said, giving you a sharp glare. ‘Last one I swear, but I wonder how far I could push him?’ You asked as you moved to her side, she glanced over your shoulder seeing Adrain slowly walking. ‘I’d say he’s close to snapping.’ She commented, you gave her a wide smile.

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