#peacemaker headcanons

ADRIAN DATING A FELLOW VIGILANTE . . . is thrilled. overwhelmed. it’s like someone handed a kid the world’s biggest toy and told him it’s all his. he’s not subtle about it, his joy is a bright, jittery thing that fills every room. he blurts out how cool you are in the middle of fights, waves at you across rooftops, bounces on his heels when you agree to do missions together. he thinks it’s the most romantic thing ever that the two of you can “kill motherfuckers” side by side.

he’s not built for stillness. when you’re cleaning weapons, he’s perched on your counter, legs swinging, mask halfway off, chattering about new gear he wants to try or a cool move he saw online. he wants to show you knife tricks, swap intel, compare scars.

date night = stakeout. he’ll bring snacks (gummy worms, blue slushies, nacho cheese in a thermos), and he’s genuinely hurt if you don’t eat at least one. he narrates everything you see through his sniper scope like it’s a nature documentary.

every time you compliment his aim or his planning, his whole body lights up. he’ll immediately offer to do something even riskier to impress you. you end up having to put a hand on his arm and tell him to chill before he throws himself off a roof just to show off.

ecstatic about matching weapons. he’ll try to color-code your knives or paint little hearts on your ammo boxes. insists on team names. you catch him doodling “Vigilante & [Your Codename]” in block letters in his notebook.

first to put himself between you and danger, not because he’s calmer, because he’s impulsive. if someone raises a weapon at you he’s already moved, already pulled the trigger, already said something weirdly cheery like “whoops!” before you can react.

you’re his favorite superhero. in his mind you’re unstoppable. when you’re injured, he’s clumsy and frantic, trying to patch you up, babbling, hyping you up. you’ve never seen him so focused as when it’s about keeping you alive.

brags about you constantly, to people you’re about to beat up, to cops, to random bartenders. “they’re, like, the best shot ever, you don’t even understand, I’m basically Robin to their Batman except I also kill people!”

constant hype man. he claps when you land a punch. literally claps. if you’re mid-fight and you do a cool move, he yells out commentary like it’s a wrestling match. “oh my god did you see that flip?? that was insane!!” the bad guys are confused, you’re trying not to laugh, and adrian’s just glowing.

if you develop a new gadget or skill, adrian insists on being the first to see it. reacts like a kid at a fireworks show, big eyes, huge grin, gasping. “do it again do it again do it again.”

draws little comic strips of the two of you fighting crime together. posts sticky notes around your apartment with doodles of your weapons.

dreaming big. blurts out plans for your future as a crimefighting duo. “we could have a podcast. or a lair. or matching bikes.” says it with full sincerity, eyes shining, as if you’re already there.

convinced the two of you are a package deal. like peanut butter and jelly, like a team-up comic book. the idea of you going out without him makes his stomach knot, not because he doesn’t trust you but because his whole sense of “fun” and “meaning” is tied up in being there. so he plays it cool, jokes, thumbs-up, “yeah, totally, go get ‘em.” but the second you’re gone he’s already putting on his mask and following you across the city.

when you tell him you’re taking a mission solo, his voice jumps an octave: “oh, no, that’s great, that’s, uh, totally cool!” he’s smiling too hard, fidgeting with his gloves, making a big show of being supportive.

he follows you from rooftop to rooftop with all the subtlety of a parade float. knocks over trash cans, hums your “theme song” while tailing you. if you call him out, he freezes like a cat caught stealing food. “what? me? nooo, i just… happened to be here.”

jealous of your team-ups. the moment he sees you working with another vigilante he can’t stop muttering insults about them under his breath. “oh wow, cool flip, bro. totally original. yeah, sure, take my partner’s six, you amateur.” afterwards he’s extra clingy, plastered to your side like velcro.

weird sabotage to keep you close. he’s not malicious, but he’ll “accidentally” forget to pass on intel about a mission so you’re forced to call him last-minute. leaves his gear at your place so you “have to” text him before you leave.

self-appointed guard dog. he’ll sit on a rooftop across from your apartment for hours at night because he “just wants to make sure” you’re safe. texts you pictures of your own window.

has decided you’re the blueprint. the prototype. the coolest vigilante alive. in his mind he’s not your boyfriend first, he’s your backup, your lookout, your biggest fan. he calls it “being a duo” but it’s really like he still has a crush on you.

adrian keeps pitching the idea of you, him, and peacemaker as a squad and makes ridiculous team names. he draws logos for each name in different colors and presents them like a startup founder pitching investors.

instead of quietly gathering information, “so the guy you’re looking for just went into the bodega, oh my god they have two-for-one gummy worms do you want some?”

wants you both to have matching details on your suits. keeps trying to sneak your emblem onto his armor with duct tape or paint pens.

genuinely loves being your “number two.” he’s constantly like “no no, you lead, i’ll flank.” “you take the cool part, i’ll do the boring part.” he’s thrilled just to be there.

in the middle of a tense situation, he’ll whip out his phone and take a selfie with you in the background fighting some guy while he throws up a peace sign to the camera.

tries to invent gadgets for you, like “smoke bomb but it smells like cotton candy” or “bulletproof friendship bracelet.” they mostly don’t work but he’s so proud of them you let him keep trying.

lives for the “training days” — not gym, not sparring, but an unmarked gravel pit or empty stretch of woods where you can just fire off weapons, break things, build little contraptions and watch them blow. it’s the only time he can out-hyper his own nerves. he’s like a kid at a fairground who also happens to have a trunk full of munitions.

builds absurd targets out of junk: old mannequins in thrift-store clothes, watermelons on sticks, spray-painted plywood with “villain” written across it in bubble letters.

turns blowing things up into a contest: who can make the bigger boom, the cooler slow-motion effect. he records everything on his phone and adds dramatic music later.

mission group chat. he makes a private group chat for you, him, and peacemaker with nothing but memes and low-res surveillance photos. texts in all caps before a mission: “FIELD TRIP!!!” then sends twenty gifs of explosions

marks the anniversary of your first team-up like it’s a birthday. bakes you a cake with “congrats on murdering bad guys together” in icing.

post-fight cleaning montage. puts on cheesy pop music while cleaning blood off gear. dances with a mop handle, smudges camo paint on your nose.

he doesn’t just love that you’re a vigilante, he reorganizes his entire life around it. every quirk of his personality gets filtered through the lens of “partner in crimefighting.” it’s obsessive in the way kids obsess about their favorite superhero, except in his head, you’re real, and you chose him.

he pockets the weirdest little things after fights; a thug’s broken switchblade, a snapped zip tie, a piece of shattered glass, and presents them to you like romantic trinkets. “look! our first hostage situation shard!”

after missions he compares scars and bruises like a scoreboard. “okay, you got three busted knuckles, but i got stabbed in the thigh, so i win.” then beams like you’re supposed to congratulate him.

weird training research. binge-watches old kung fu movies or niche youtube tutorials and shows up trying to teach you a move he clearly doesn’t know how to do. insists it’ll be game-changing.

keeps pitching absurd scenarios like, “what if we fake our deaths and come back as mysterious masked versions of ourselves but, like, even cooler?”

if you hesitate in a fight, he immediately launches into a pep talk, no matter the danger. “you’re amazing, you’ve got this, seriously they don’t even know what’s coming, you’re like the john wick of my heart!”

if you’re breaking into somewhere, he begs to be the one to pick the lock, hack the keypad, or kick down the door. he’ll pout if you do it first.

keeps a ‘villain burn book’. like mean girls, but for criminals. full of doodles, insults, and bad nicknames for every enemy you’ve fought. sometimes adds fake mustaches and devil horns to their mugshots.

tries to choreograph couple moves. he’s obsessed with the idea of you having signature duo attacks. spends hours trying to choreograph things like double takedown hug slam. you humor him once and now he thinks it’s canon.

insists every mission needs a catchphrase moment. like right before you bust in, he whispers, “say something cool!” and if you don’t, he’ll loudly improvise a terrible line like “justice is in session, bitch!”

whenever you’re on stakeouts he gets restless and starts doing shadow puppets against the wall. names them after your enemies and narrates their defeat in squeaky voices until you tell him to shut up.

if you have a new gun or gadget, he sulks until you let him hold it or fire it once.

when you’re patching him up after missions he refuses to sit still. wiggles, pokes your face, makes airplane noises, anything to get attention until you threaten to staple him down.

when he sees your wanted poster or blurry news footage of you both, he gets giddy. “look, that’s us!! we’re famous!!” treats it like a celebrity sighting instead of a felony.

obsessed with the idea of building a lair together. keeps showing you abandoned warehouses and asking, “so do you see the vision yet? this could be our batcave!”

if you’re fighting multiple guys he’ll call dibs on one and get pouty if you kill/knock them out first.

gets offended if criminals don’t know who you are yet. if someone goes “who the hell are you supposed to be?” he immediately gets huffy on your behalf.

if you bond with peacemaker without him, adrian will sit in the van or on a rooftop pretending to be busy, but it’s obvious he’s sulking. acts like he’s fine at first. big goofy smile, thumbs up, “yeah, go have fun, team-up! i’ll just… chill here…” but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, like his brain is screaming “HOW DARE YOU.”

while you’re laughing with peacemaker mid-mission, he mutters under his breath commentary like a sports announcer. “oh wow, look at them bond… amazing teamwork… yeah, sure, you’re laughing… i get it… super funny.” tries to “accidentally” interrupt conversations between you two. peacemaker ignores him, adrian pouts.

after long nights he just collapses on your couch in full gear, limbs everywhere, and will fall asleep like that.

started 9.29.2025. finished 9.29.2025.

( masterlist. )

©️ monicfever 2025

ADRIAN is the type to send you texts throughout the whole day. he usually works evening or closing shifts and is not available after work; he has to water his plants (or so he claims). you barely have time to spend together with your average nine-to-five job, plus overtime. his texts range from how he is doing, what he is doing, asking you what you are doing, what he wants to do with you next time you get to hang out, random thoughts about anything (mostly animals), selfies with chris, pictures of chris alone, pictures of chris with eagly, selfies with eagly, selfies with chris and eagly─ you get it... once you find out about his double life as vigilante (which takes minimum of a year of knowing each other), the pictures he sends you get gruesome, like that one time he sent you a dismembered body.

ADRIAN is the type to bring you food from his job. most of his colleagues cannot stand him, except for that one old cook. the older man praises adrian for being his true self, completely overlooking the busboy's crazy rants or behaviour, claiming more people his age should not be afraid to be more chalant. the older man always gives adrian the excess food he makes, refusing to hand it to the others, whom he deems too stuck-up. however, adrian will be adrian. he does not trust anyone who is not you or is not part of the 11th street kids. before he shares the food with you, he tests it like your personal food taster in case the meal is poisoned. you are divine as a roman goddess, obviously, someone would potentially try to poison you.

ADRIAN is the type to stalk on your way home. it started as a way to protect you against the criminals of evergreen city. then, he wanted to see you more, aside from the weekends. the moment you walked through your front door, you would receive a notification from adrian asking if you had reached your home safely. mindblowing how in synch you two were! in reality, vigilante was hidden behind a bush, watching your every move, ready to press send after you unlocked your door. eventually, you spotted vigilante, hiding behind trees you passed by. his red visor had betrayed his position, reflecting against the moonlight. you ran away terrified, and adrian, the good-hearted man he is, ran after you, shouting that he only meant to protect you. once he had reached you, stopping you without harming you (physically at least), he introduced himself as vigilante. from then on, you never walked back home alone at night.

VIGILANTE is the type to listen to your day as you walk home. you complained about your boss, your incompetent colleagues, the hours you worked, the clients, anything you wanted to get off your chest. vigilante was your shoulder to cry on. until the day you started to rant about a certain adrian. a fine young man, he agreed. despite all the sleepovers and facetime calls, you were disappointed by the amount of time you spent with the stranger that vigilante obviously knew nothing about. moreover, you were upset, but too embarrassed to tell the reason to vigilante. he was a crime-fighting masked hero after all, not your personal diary. as the nights flew by, little by little, you opened up about the possibilities of harbouring feelings for adrian stronger than the ones a second best friend should harbour.

an eye-opening revelation for the man behind the mask.

a revelation that earned you the number one spot on his best friend scale.

ADRIAN is the type to bring you to the arcade for your first date. a familiar place you had already hung out at as each other's second best friend. during your first date, you played shooting games (he won), you played dance dance revolution, where he performed his famous butt dance. adrian even got into an argument with a ten-year-old over a prize they both wanted. he won the argument, as embarrassing as it was. in his defence, the kid had already won countless toys. greed was a sin. adrian was helping him grow up not to be selfish. after the kid left, adrian turned to you and gifted you a big teddy bear holding a red heart.

anyone in their right mind would have refused to go on a second date. especially since he wanted to bring peacemaker with him, who refused.

not you.

ADRIAN is the type to order food because he cannot cook for the life of him. he still pretends he made it, and you do not have the heart to tell him you know it is from a restaurant.

ADRIAN is the type to teach you how to play d&d. you played an entire campaign as an elf druid. adrian is an amazing storyteller: he does the voices, gets up to act out the scenes and gets you comfortable enough to join. his mother ended up joining the campaign, and eventually john economos did too. that is how you met the man.

ADRIAN is the type to start a scrapbook when you make your relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend official. he writes absolutely everything about you in there: what you love, what you hate, funny jokes you have told him, important dates, gift ideas, stickers you have given him and more. he also prints all the pictures he took of you with the polaroid camera you bought him for his birthday. his scrapbook is the holy grail he treasures with his soul. nobody is allowed to view its content, not even you.

one day you will.

for now, he fills it with the highlights of your relationship.

ADRIAN is the type to buy you a nintendo switch to play animal crossing together. you gift each other items that the other does not have on their island yet, fruits and flowers. when tomodachi life 2 comes out, he already plans on making you two in the game and restarting his saved file over and over again until they fall in love. he also created you in the sims 4. in stardew valley, he married the character that resembles you the most.

ADRIAN is the type to beg you to spiderman kiss him in a dark alleyway once you find out he is vigilante.

ADRIAN is the type to teach you how to use a gun. after your first session, he urged you to his bedroom due to the effect you had on him.

ADRIAN is the type to sneak into your apartment through the window and cuddle up next to you in bed. the first time you yelled out in horror at the sensation of someone pressing their body against your back. the second time, you told him to knock instead of giving you a heart attack. the third time, you gave him a spare key to your apartment. the fourth time, you realised it had been useless. the fourth time, you did not even wake up from his presence.

ADRIAN is the type to prepare halloween two months in advance, meticulously picking out decorations for his house and testing out candies to give to kids. he insists on wearing a couple of costumes. you did shaggy and velma, link and zelda, tom nook and isabelle, superman and batman (he was superman).

ADRIAN is the type to get all his dating advice from romance movies. he threw rocks at your window instead of calling you or knocking on the door. he broke your window. he serenaded you, but chose 'wannabe' by the spice girls. he woke up the whole apartment building. he reenacted the scene from 'love actually' with the signs. except he talked through the entire thing, explaining what he wrote on each sign. it was his most successful attempt at a romantic gesture.

ADRIAN is the type to hope you are some sort of meta-human who can impregnate so he can finally experience motherhood.

ADRIAN is the type to love the sound of your voice. the sound that soothes him when he is overwhelmed. you always have the right words to comfort him.

ADRIAN is the type who never believed someone would go out of their way to talk to him and hang out with him. you text and call him without any particular reason. you enjoy his company and never expect anything in return. a concept that was only explored his wildest dreams. you agreed with his moral code (not so when it came to his opinion on graffiti), love him with no need for artificial sweetener. miscommunication and arguments were typical, but you always come to each other no matter what.

you chose him with his quirks.

you chose each other for life.

so adrian’s talked a lot about how his special interest is owls

and spiders. and crows. and dolphins and rays and animals, etc etc etc

in my heart of hearts, it’s because he finally did a little self-exploration (googled ‘autism test’) and learned about special interests, at which point he immediately decided ‘I NEED ONE!’

so he chose animals. totally nothing to do with eagly…. he hasn’t even mentioned eagles, sooooo idek where you got that idea from……

it took adrian a little while to figure out that just because you say you know a lot about something, doesn’t mean you do know a lot about something

at first he could just brush it off. who the fuck else would know that owls’ eyes are tubes?? that’s dumb!

but after another lost battle (losing to un-checked animal facts from wikipedia half-heartedly read out by economos, that is), adrian showed up at your doorstep looking like a kicked puppy

(don’t ask adrian what kind of puppy, he’d probably say a coyote or something)

“adrian, what’s wrong?”

“i’m fucking stupid!” he’d sulk, dramatically slapping his feet on the floor as he stomps into your house and flops down on your couch, immediately hugging a pillow for comfort,

“everyone’s got their thing that they’re really smart at, like chris at everything, and economos with computers, and emilia at scaring men, or ads at having a kind and sensitive heart. but i didn’t even know that owls’ eyes are tubes!”

“whoa, slow down, th-“

“THEIR EYES ARE FUCKING TUBES, DUDE! AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW!” he’d yell, shaking you by the shoulders the second you sat beside him

“you’re upset because owls eyes are tubes?”

“YES… no… UGH!”, adrian slams his body against the back of the couch and hunches over the pillow being held in a vice grip,

“i just… i like animals, so i thought i’d be good at knowing a lot about them, but i’m not! i suck!”

you purposefully, but gently, place your hand on the couch, a comfortable few centimetres away from his knee

“well, have you practiced?”

“huh?” adrian asked, head lifting from the pillow for a moment to look up at you with confused, glassy eyes

“have you practiced? like, have you, y’know, studied any particular topics, or researched any animal facts or anything?”

adrian slouches further into the couch with a huff, burying the bottom two thirds of his face in the very wrinkled pillow save his Very furrowed brows

“…no…”

“hmm?” you asked softly, the tiniest tone of amusement and ‘i-told-you-so’ slipping from your tongue as you lean towards him with a raised brow

adrian lets out the most dramatic sigh ever to have been sighed before and peeps his head over the pillow only for a moment to answer,

“no!”

“mmhmm,” you reply smugly, “and how do you think john got so good with computers, huh?”

adrian blinks at you

“practice” you answer

another dramatic sigh from behind the pillow

“or how em got so good at scaring men?” you ask, slapping your other hand onto your knee, “practice!”

“how do you think lee got such a wise and kind-“

“-and sensitive!” adrian chimes in

“-yes, and sensitive heart, hmm?”

“…practice…” adrian acquiesces,

“and how chris got so great at everything?” adrian asks, finally starting to sit up a little straighter, the pillow being placed aside

“…i think thats mostly just male audacity and blind, dumb, stupid luck…” you answer honestly

“yeah…” adrian agrees dreamily, a much fonder tone than yours paints his answer

“well then, there’s only one thing for it!” you resolve, the hand that was resting next to adrian on the couch finally finding its home cupped over adrian’s kneecap

“keep lying in a really confident tone and hope people believe me and/or hope they only ask animal quiz questions i know the answer to?”

“what? no! adrian, wh- no!”

with the look he gives you, you swear you can hear the rocks rattling around in his beautiful, curly, empty head

“practice! jesus, i’m gonna go find some flashcards and some markers and we’re gonna practice until you do know some animal facts. some true ones. and no more facts about tubular eyes” you decree, only managing to stand for a moment before you’re awkwardly pulled sideways into a rib-cracking hug

adrian leverages you with his own body, his cheek smushed into your shoulder as he lifts you off the ground and spins you around, your feet awkwardly knocking against the couch and the coffee table with each spin

adrian finally places you back down but doesn’t let go, using this moment to enjoy the closeness of your faces as he looks you dead in the eye

“now there’s only one thing that explains how you got so amazing” he says, green eyes twinkling up at you

“practice?”

“your mom.”