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Werewolf Emilia Harcourt/Stalker Adrian Chase.

Fandom; Peacemaker, DCEU

Characters; Emilia Harcourt, Adrian Chase (Vigilante), Leota Adebayo, John Economos, Chris Smith (Peacemaker).

Tags; alternative universe, werewolf!emilia harcourt, stalker!adrian chase, p€rvert?adrian chase, secret filming, bl00d & g0re mentions, su!c!dal implications, author’s first fanfic ever, i will improve one day i promise, idk what else to put lol.

It was another typical Saturday night at Emilia’s apartment. Adrian, Ads, and Economos decided to keep hanging out at her place after the night of their reunion. They would usually show up at around 11pm to drink and leave her house the next morning.

Emilia had chosen not to drink tonight, though. She had eaten so much chocolate just before they came over and it’s known that the mix of alcohol and sugar is a guaranteed hangover, which she’s had enough of.

Chris wasn’t there this time, though. He said he had something to take care of at his house, highlighting that Adrian shouldn’t come help him. They all knew, though. He was probably getting drunk, or high, or worse. They want to help, they really do, but that’s a level of intimacy they’re not ready to cross yet. Becoming Chris’s rehabilitation center, that is.

“Did you know that werewolves have an Ancient Greek origin? That lightning god from Greek mythology decided he’s important enough to punish people who eat human flesh and turn them into werewolves!” Adrian announced, out of nowhere, obviously. Nobody asked him, but they all knew this was important to him, so as long as he didn’t interrupt crucial moments during missions with his half-assed knowledge, which was wrong most of the time, all was good. They enjoyed making each other happy, after all.

“Like… what’s wrong with eating human flesh? In some states, it’s completely legal! I’d totally eat an arm or two if that meant I’d turn into a badass werewolf!” he proceeded.

Harcourt had grown physically awkward at the sound of his words, her shoulders tightening up and her eyes desperately searching the room for shelter, so everyone won’t notice how weird she’s being about this.

‘What is his fucking obsession with werewolves all of a sudden?’ she thought. ‘I know he has weird interests or whatever, but I swear if he knows something and that’s why he’s bringing this up, I’ll fucking kill him.’

She tried really hard not to look concerned, focusing on keeping a stern expression as she always does and ignoring Adrian, letting Ads and Economos deal with his bullshit.

“So now you’ve stopped obsessing over real things like manta rays and spiders and you’ve moved on to fucking… mythology? You keep making this harder, Adrian.” Economos said, in his usual bland tone.

“Don’t act like this stuff isn’t exciting! Okay, let’s all take turns and say what mythological creature we’d totally be in another life. I’d definitely be a vampire! I have the fangs too. I mean I’m sure you’ve all noticed them, they’re one of my best features tee-bee-h.” Adrian went on. Ads sighed, but decided to join in on the conversation by saying she’d be a unicorn, because she finds them cute, and Economos said he’d be a “Hanolugoo”, which is nothing, that was just the first thing that came to mind.

Adrian, however, interested as he may always be in his friend’s thoughts, had other plans in mind, so he ignored Economo’s stupid answer. Something he’d totally entertain at any other point, but not now. Now he’s focused on getting a confession out of Harcourt about her “true self”.

He thought this would be a smart way to finally get Ems (Harcourt’s nickname he came up with, he wouldn’t dare call her that, though) to admit that she is, that’s right, a werewolf.

“What would you be, Harcourt? Hey, this is a no-judgment zone! You could be a boring fairy or— or something cool, like, i don’t know… a werewolf! You certainly do look like a mean scary werewolf woman. Not assuming though! You can pick whatever” He told her, looking at her like he was expecting an actual announcement, outing herself as a… wolf.

Harcourt was now sure he knew about her “secret identity”— that’s what she figured he’d call it. She was eager to know how he found out though, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was something along the lines of “I climbed through your window one time because I had forgotten my toothbrush in your bathroom, and i accidentally entered your basement, which you’ve mentioned multiple times is a no-entry zone, finding the set-up of chains meant to hold somebody down during a fucking werewolf transformation, and a journal logged with the aftermath of every full moon shoved in a drawer.”

She admitted to herself that the way he chose to get to her was smart, but way too obvious. ‘Yeah that’s Adrian. Of course he’d go about it that way. For fuck’s sake.’ She thought.

She wasn’t worried, no, not at all, she was as worried as anyone would be about Adrian knowing a secret of theirs. So really, she was worried. She knows Adrian is impulsive, so she isn’t confident he won’t do anything stupid holding such information. She just needed to talk to him about it. Privately.

“Yeah that’s all very cute, Adrian. You know what, though?” she asks him, fully turned towards him, unlike before, when she was actively avoiding joining the conversation using her body language.

“What?” He responded excitedly, he was certain this was his “gotcha!” moment. He was half-right.

“Ugh, I um… I need you to come help me fix the pipes under the sink… I think something is broken down there and since you’re here I’m definitely not fucking dealing with that shit.” she told him, making her voice low and commanding. She had figured it was always the way to get Adrian to do what she wants.

The wide smile he had painted all over his face slowly started fading once he realised he failed getting to her.

“Come with me.” she announced.

“Shouldn’t I go get the tool box for—” he replied, looking completely into the idea of helping his friend fix her broken pipes, almost like he forgot what his initial plan was.

Harcourt wasn’t too concerned about getting him to tell her the truth, she knew he was the type of guy to always say what he means.

She grabbed him tightly by his upper arm and led him to the kitchen counter, something Adrian appreciated, human skin softly touching him— even through clothes— was always unsettling for him.

Harcourt didn’t do it for that reason, though. She just wanted to make sure he behaves.

She took a second to check on whether Ads and Economos were watching them, but turns out they were sitting on the couch shoulder to shoulder, drinking beer and talking.

‘I have to get some answers out of this freak’ she thought, while walking over to the other side of the counter, having placed Adrian in front of her.

‘… I’m the freak here. He’s no worse than me.’ She corrected herself.

“…Adrian. How do you know?” She asked, staring at him straight in the eyes, while simultaneously looking anywhere else she could find. Shame seemed to cut her like a sharp knife, but she was almost certain Adrian wouldn’t see it like that, she was almost sure he wouldn’t find anything shameful about this. Almost. Maybe that’s why she is so eased about confronting him.

“Know? Know what? I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. I know a lot of facts about a lot of stuff, but I don’t know what you mean there, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific.” He nervously exclaimed. ‘Is this about the werewolf thing? Then why would she bring me here to fix the pipes?’ was the one thought replaying in his head.

This was way more complicated than he thought it would be. He really won’t be able to tell what she means if she doesn’t just speak her mind. And no sarcasm, either! Sarcasm never helps him.

Hartcourt took a deep breath and looked down at her fingers fiddling. She’ll try to be more straightforward about this, as straightforward as one can be when concerning such an issue, though.

“Adrian… have you discovered anything about me recently? Like, something I would want to keep a secret, but somehow you know about it?” She threw her head up and looked at him, trying to remain as commanding as ever. It wasn’t hard for her though, that comes naturally when dealing with Adrian. With any man, really. Chris being another example.

“…Oooooh, you’re asking if I know that you’re a vamp— no wait, sorry that’s me! Haha, Kidding, it’s not!” Harcourt already wanted this conversation to end.

“Heheh, Anyway. You’re asking if I know that you’re a werewolf! Well, duh! Why else would I tell you guys all about werewolves out of fucking nowhere? My priorities are always spiders and manta rays! I wouldn’t just replace them like that!” He replied, looking particularly unbothered about the nature of the conversation, making Harcourt’s already low enough anxiety levels disappear. He could be a little more quiet, however.

“Yes, that’s what I mean Adrian. Keep your voice down, though. Obviously I don’t want the whole fucking world knowing.” She told him, sounding exhausted with his inability to read the room. This isn’t a conversation to be taken so lightly.

“What, you mean Ads and Economos? They would never betray your secret to the government so they can turn you into an experiment or whatever! I’m sure Ads wouldn’t even tell that evil mom of hers—” He says, getting cut off by Harcourt who just simply wants to find out if he’s told anybody, if he’s planning on telling anybody and most importantly— how he found out, although she thinks she knows the answer to all of these questions.

“Adrian, stop. Listen to me. I want you to tell me how you found out about this, and if you’ve told or are planning on telling anybody. And if you are going to tell anybody, yes— even Chris, I will strangle you to death with a chair leg. If not, you’re free to go drink beer with the rest of the team.” She told him, knowing what to expect from him. The absolute craziest scenarios ever, is the answer.

“Well now if I was planning on telling anybody, like Chris for example, and you threaten to kill me if I do, then I’m obviously not going to tell you the truth! Like come on, you’ve gotta get better at interrogating-”

“Adrian, for fuck’s sake!” She yells, realising she might need to tone it down a bit given that she noticed Ads turning her head towards their direction. She looks a little drunk to understand what’s happening though, thank God.

“Answer my questions!” She yells again, but also whispering this time.

“Alright, alright! I guess you have the right to know that a month ago, during the full moon, I came over to your house to get my toothbrush back because I left it here, so I obviously rang the bell at first but you wouldn’t open the door so after the second time I decided to climb through the window in your bedroom— don’t think I didn’t see those bras and panties scattered everywhere by the way… that’s gross!— Anyway, long story short, I went to the kitchen to grab some of that cereal you have that I like—”

“Adrian, oh my fucking god, eat your own damn food, damn it!”

“Um… Yeah. Okay. As I was saying, that was when I heard a lot of noise coming from your little basement, so I decided to put the bowl down and follow that noise— Ugh, fuck! I wish your house was bigger so I spent more time getting there! It would be sooo sick, like in movies, you know, the suspense of—”

“Adrian. Continue. We don’t have all fucking day.”

“Technically, it’s night-”

“Adrian!” She knew from the start that it wouldn’t take long for him to annoy her throughout all of this, but she’s never actually prepared for his irritability.

“Okay, okay. I followed the noise and eventually found the basement, and…what I heard was pretty disturbing. You must be in a lot of pain every time you do this. I mean, I know you are because I watched you through the little window on the wooden door of the basement. You were all bloody— which was sick by the way! You look sooo badass with blood all over you, especially with your blonde hair, I mean they blend so well together! And the way you were groaning in pain..! You were trying so hard to suppress the screams, which was honestly admirable! You did look a little funny crouching into a ball every other minute though! But I thought it looked authentic, so I wouldn’t stress about it.”

A few seconds of silence came between them while Harcourt was trying to process what she had just heard. Which was…being praised for looking cool while turning into a fucking nightmare…?

Honestly, if anyone could truly appreciate Harcourt at her scariest form, it would be Adrian.

“Woah, how long were you fucking watching me?” She finally broke the silence, dropping that speechless look on her face. “What the fuck!”

Emilia wasn’t surprised but… she didn’t like the idea of being perceived as she is— or was— during that moment. Or any moment in her life, really.

But Adrian, apparently, loved it. He looked so excited talking about the way she looked while in pain and covered in blood, injured. To be honest, she liked that too. But no, not the monster she becomes. She doesn’t even know what she looks like as a werewolf, and she’d rather not find out. She has no recollection of what happens whilst in werewolf mode, all she has is the wounds, bruises and scratches which indicate whether or not the previous night was peaceful. She doesn’t want to record the process either, or anything for that matter. She always felt ugly while transforming, like a sin fighting its way into human skin.

“Oh, I watched the whole thing. No wait! that’s a lie. I wish I was there from the start but no, I came during the part where you started ripping your clothes a little… from the pain I guess? I really couldn’t tell what it was you were feeling, sometimes you looked like you enjoyed it even! Especially the part where you fell on your back and started wiggling your body, shaking and slowly laughing and all that cool movie stuff! Ugh I rewatch that part sooo many times! The quality isn’t the best because I did take the video from the window view, but that doesn’t change anythin—”

At this point she had gotten used to him complimenting how amusing her pain was, she understood that, but this she didn’t expect, this she didn’t want.

“Wait, wait, wait for a fucking minute Adrian. What do you mean “the video you took”? Why the fuck would you take a video of that??? Do you want me to fucking kill yo—”

“Why wouldn’t I take a video of that? It’s one of the most fascinating things fucking ever! You should really watch it to see how freaking cool you are. And yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know! I won’t show anyone…not even Chris. Maybe...”

“Adrian! I said no.” She told him, as quietly as she possibly could while speaking with him. “And it really isn’t the coolest thing ever.”

“Yeah, alright fine. But you’re gonna have to let me be there with you in the next transformation, dude! That shit was so epic, I couldn’t ask for a better show!”

“Adrian, when I transform, I am not like myself, I am simply what I look like. A monster. So no, you won’t be there in the same room with me. It’s dangerous. And I don’t want anyone with me at a fucking time like that either, so… no. You understand?”

“Oh come on!!” He cried out, begging.

“I admit I may be acting a little weird about this whole thing but can you blame me??” He told her.

“Yes, I can! And don’t think I forgot about the video! You’re not leaving my house with that shit still in your phone, if it’s in your phone, I don’t know what you fucking recorded me with.”

“But I won’t show anyone!! Please I need that video! Please..! Come on!!” He whined, this was really important to him, a great source of entertainment. Seems he had found a new hobby in Harcourt.

“What the fuck do you need it for, you fucking pervert?” She genuinely couldn’t tell why he’d want to watch such an intimate video of her over and over again. Hell, it’s even more intimate than a video of her having sex would be. She doesn’t understand what he could possibly be having fun doing while watching that video.

“Dude, are you kidding? It’s like watching a movie!! It’s extra exciting knowing that it’s not acting and that it’s fucking real! And that it has actually happened! Ugh, it’s like the kind of video weird dudes, and girls, would jerk off too! I mean some sickos might find women in pain hot but I assure you I would find it just as amusing on a guy! Like Chris, for example. Oooh, he would be sooo cool!! Don’t take it personally but I think he’d be a stronger werewolf than you.”

“Alright, that’s enough. I appreciate all the compliments but now I need you to promise me that you won’t be telling anybody about this, or… making weird comments out of nowhere hinting that I’m… a werewolf— ew I hate that fucking word, or like show anybody that video you took of me while I was completely fucking unaware. Promise?”

“Yeah, alright! I promise! We’ve said this a thousand and sixty eight times already! I won’t say shit.

…Will you let me interview you about this though?” He looked at her with puppy eyes while asking her that question. That is one of his special skills, he knows it can work on anyone, anyone, and it has worked on her before. Like when he asked to keep the robe he took from her to cover up in the morning after the reunion party. Now it’s in his closet, he wears it all the time.

“Oh my god, for fuck’s sake, fine. Now go sit with Ads and Economos over there and I’ll join you guys after taking a pill for my headache.” She told him, feeling satisfied with the way things turned out. A little weirded out, but still satisfied.

“Wait why do you need a painkiller? Oh my God, is it a werewolf side effect to be getting random headaches? That sucks.” He asked, and now she knew that he’d always try to find any possible correlation that he could about her being a werewolf with literally anything else that’s completely unrelated.

“Yeah, sure it is.” She replied, sounding exhausted. This was definitely the most she’s ever talked about herself to someone.

After Harcourt took two pills, she went over to the team, and they sat around drinking and talking about various different things, with Adrian and Adebayo taking the lead. Harcourt couldn’t feel any negativity at the moment, sure she might’ve just been discovered as an “undercover werewolf”, but at least it was by the weirdly silly guy on the team, who is surprisingly loyal and trustworthy, although repulsive, nonetheless.

That night Adrian spend a lot of his time thanking the universe, or whatever, for helping him not mess up and cover up the fact that he wasn’t in her house that day to find the toothbrush he had left behind, but because he knew it was time for her to transform. It was time for him to break into her bedroom, walk to the basement, position his face— and phone— close to the door’s window, and watch his favourite show again.

Harcourt in pain, in agony, but also in euphoria and a state of strange satisfaction. She always gave him what he was looking for. Hours of recorded werewolf transformation footage in his phone, as well as hours spent watching it, trying to contain himself from cumming in his pants, that he always took off while watching the footage, in fear of it actually happening.

He really wished he could tell Chris about this, so they could both watch the videos together, but he thought Chris would probably find him weird. But also, something in him wanted to keep this to himself, and now— between him and Harcourt. He wasn’t that bothered with keeping this one a secret. Plus, he promised Harcourt, and he can’t disobey her, he doesn’t want to.

He knew about Harcourt’s “secret identity”—that’s what he calls it, for about 3 months now. He had noticed all the bruises on her body and decided to drop by her apartment every now and then to watch over her and keep her safe from whatever it is that’s scarring her in the face, shoulders, neck, and back.

He had to get through countless nights watching her eat, sleep, watch tv, get out of the shower, change, do paperwork, be miserable, and eat lots of chocolate— which is harmful to wolves, by the way. He wondered if she was aware of that. Adrian read that on the internet while researching facts regarding her kind.

She was aware.

She never really liked chocolate, or sweets, for that matter. Not until she picked up a book about werewolves and other mythological creatures she found in a library when she was young.

Eventually, when visiting her house late at night during a full moon, following the sound of her screams, he discovered that her “do not enter” basement, was her little cage, with blood-stained and scratch-marked walls. With mold cloaking every corner of the walls, and dust snowing all over the place.

Harcourt only ever went down there every full moon. The basement wouldn’t ever see her if it weren’t for the need to hide and contain herself. She doesn’t even bother cleaning up the place. She’s already blinded by her own filth, enough so that nothing else can phase her.

He wasn’t heartless, he felt bad for her, he watched the whole transformation and how vile it was. He knew she was in immense pain, but when she started laughing… Oh he loved it when she started laughing. She does it every time. And he quietly laughs with her.

He came to the conclusion that Harcourt doesn’t need anyone pitying her, she’s strong enough to handle it all. Which isn’t true, self-hatred can’t be “handled”, it can only become a routine boring enough to be tolerated.