#peacemaker imagines

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.

The two of you had been working on a puzzle you bought at the local pharmacy and talking about the option of tracking down your birth parents when Adrian popped his head up behind a bush by Emilia’s window. 

“Hey Harcourt!” Adrian said with a bright smile and a blue bandaid on his forehead.

Somehow that smile of his charmed you enough for her to finish the puzzle by herself. And Emilia didn’t even like puzzles. What was she supposed to do with a puzzle of hot air balloons when she was done? 

“So like…” You bit your lips and batted your eyes while the two of you sat at the end of Emilia’s bed. “What other toys do you like playing with?” 

“Oh well,” Adrian turned the knife on its side so you could look at it. Your face immediately fills with excitement when he places it in your hands. Not for the first time, Emilia felt uncomfortable and annoyed she was in the middle of the two’s shy yet lovestruck gazes. Chris seemed to share the sentiment as he was mock gagging beside her. Though it could have been due to him stealing and eating her hospital food.

“This knife is great for throwing, the holes on the side reduces the wind resistance.” You told Adrian animatedly, talking with your hands. Emilia recalled your knife throwing lessons as a kid. 

Adrian lit up with joy just as Emilia groaned. “That’s why this is my favorite knife!” 

Emilia thought if your guys’ mother knew you were taking your knife throwing lessons as an opportunity to flirt- especially with a guy like Adrian- knew she would be rolling in her grave.

You stared into his eyes and began leaning forward. Emilia wished she had something to throw at you. Luckily, a nurse knocked on the door to let them know visiting hours were wrapping up.

You hugged your sister and, glancing down at the finished puzzle, promised to bring another one tomorrow. You promised you would help her finish it, to which Emilia gave you an unconvinced look. Then you offered to bring her some non-hospital food (specifically some waffles and burgers) and she pulled you in for another hug.

“You know,” Adrian says as the two of you walk out the door. “If you’re still in town this weekend, I can set up some appliances in the woods we can throw grenades at.” 

Emilia sat up at once. What?

“What do you mean by that?” She grabbed Chris’s shirt, ignoring the shooting pain in her leg. 

It's an entirely unanticipated response, and you stop now, too, confused.

"You got me a present?" he asks, with a strange inflection, like you'd somehow mean the other Adrian sharing this apartment with you.

"Yeah," you tell him. You tear the tag holding the necklaces together, then turn the charms so he can see the heart they form together, BFF sparkling inside. "See? They're BFF necklaces. One of the best friends wears one half, and the other wears the other."

You offer him one of the halves, the chain dangling from your fingers. He takes it like it's going to detonate somehow, his eyes all wide and focused down on it, his face pink. You're impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You're my best friend?" Adrian asks, holding his half of the heart in the center of his palm.

"I mean, I was hoping so," you tell him. "Unless you want to give the other half to Ch—"

"No!" he hurries to say. "No, I don't— I want—" His fingers curl up tight around the necklace. "No, I— Thank you."

He's not often at a loss for words, so you take it as a good sign that he liked his gift. It might be a little silly, and his reaction a little strange, but he does seem excited about it overall. He holds it out delightedly, asks, "Will you put it on for me?"

You grin and say, "Yeah, of course." He spins, and you reach to bring the necklace around his throat, clasping it together against the back knob of his spine. You adjust the necklace; he tugs it forward so he can look at it, held securely in his palm, locked around his neck, pressed over his heart.

He examines it for a beat longer, face pink, before he looks up and says, "Let me help you put yours on! Since we're best friends."

You laugh, and he smiles, but he does seem like he actually means it, that he's not joking. You hand him the necklace, and he turns you, bringing it up so he can fix yours on your own neck. When the charm settles in place over your sternum, you place your hand over it for a moment.

"You sure we can be best friends?" Adrian asks. It's like he's pushing you, testing your cracks, seeing if there's any way you might not mean this. You wonder how many times Adrian has thought he had a best friend that he didn't have before, his strong emotions unreciprocated by people who don't understand him.

You do, though. You tell him, "Of course we can."

"Even though we're together?" Adrian asks hopefully, skeptic.

"I think that's even part of it," you tell him. "We wouldn't want to be together if we didn't get along, right?"

Adrian considers this, then asks, "So… You're my partner, and my best friend?"

"Yeah," you tell him, a thrill running through you. "If that's okay."

"Okay?" Adrian repeats incredulously. "I— Fucking yeah! Oh, my God, fuck yeah, you're, like, the coolest friend I've ever had."

"Poor Chris," you say, teasing.

Adrian looks surprised for a moment before he tells you in a rush, "You cannot tell Chris, okay? He thinks we're best friends and I don't want to bum him out."

"You could always get him a necklace, too," you point out. Adrian seems downright offended by that. "What? I just meant, if you wanted—"

"No, this is our thing," Adrian insists. He steps in close to you, lifting your necklace charm and his between his fingers so they pull together into one heart. "BFFs, see? It says right here." He examines the heart, then says, "Chris would think this is dumb, anyway."

You frown slightly. "Oh. I—"

"Not that this is dumb!" Adrian hurries to say. "Oh, no, I mean— Chris thinks lots of really awesome stuff is dumb because he's afraid of what people might think about him, you know. But I don't think this is dumb, I'm just saying Chris doesn't appreciate it! Wouldn't, he wouldn't, but— But I do, I really do, I— I didn't mean it, please, please don't take it back."

"What?" you ask, bewildered. "I'm not going to take it back, babe, it's a gift. It's yours now." You smile, adding, "And don't worry about it, you dingbat. I know what you mean."

Adrian flushes all over, at that. When he ducks in to kiss you, his necklace clacks into yours, and he grins so wide he can't even manage to kiss you properly.

From then on, the necklace isn't just a Thing, but A Thing. Adrian never takes it off, ever. He has it on with his work uniform, pulled proudly forward to rest over the top, uncaring of who sees and what they think. He has it on with his street clothes, gaudy rainbow glitter sparkling against warm sweaters and soft t-shirts. He has it on under his Vigilante armor, pressed tightly to the hollow beneath his throat, a protective talisman. He has it on when he has nothing else on at all, his necklace swinging down between you when he fucks you into the mattress.

He always has it on, always. Every time you see it, you can't help the little zip that goes through you, a smiling thrill when you remember you have the matching half. He's wearing it because of how much he cares about you; he never stops wearing it because he never wants to stop being your best friend. Neither of you can stomach the thought of losing the other, not even as friends. Adrian is a man who cares so deeply about his relationships with others, who gives so openly and freely, that you're not surprised by how obviously delighted he is by your expression of friendship and love. In fact, you probably should've expected this, but Adrian really is a wild card.

It takes a little while for the rest of the 11th Street Kids to realize he has it at all. He's got his clothes on more often than not, and the necklace tends to slip beneath his clothes just by virtue of its placement. On the few occasions the chain will break, Adrian gets pissed off until he finds a replacement, twitchy and agitated without his necklace, but nobody seems to put the pieces together as to why.

When one of them does finally notice, you're not surprised that it's John who says something. You'd partially expected Emilia, since you think she noticed a while ago, but she has slightly more tact— or she just didn't see any purpose in bringing it up.

"What's with the stupid necklace, man?" John finally asks. "It looks like something a 13-year-old girl would wear."

"People are always so shitty about 13-year-old girls," Adrian says, continuing to clean his knife without pausing or lifting his head. "But if they're open enough about their feelings to wear best friend necklaces, then, fuck yeah, this is something a 13-year-old girl would wear, you dick."

You snort a laugh, then look down quickly when John glares in your direction.

"I actually agree with him on this one," Leota says from the front seat.

"Thanks," Adrian says, resheathing his blade. "You're my fourth best friend now, Adebayo."

"Where's your brother on that list?" Chris asks, and Adrian whistles, dropping his hand all the way to the floor of the van.

"Ninth circle of Hell," he says. He snaps out another knife and starts cleaning blood off of this one, too. "Down in the pit with Sloth."

That starts a new thread, the topic of conversation shifting away from Adrian's necklace. When you look up, though, you see Emilia already looking at you, her eyes unexpectedly connecting with yours.

She motions to her own throat, and your hand lifts automatically to yours, your hand going up over your own charm under your clothes. A smile flickers across the corners of her lips before she returns her attention to cleaning her gun. She doesn't say anything, but she's— knowing.

Adrian never takes his necklace off, so you don't, either. It's a constant reminder of him, of the two of you. You like to feel it and remember your connection with him. When you're together, when you're apart, it doesn't matter; you're stupid in love with him. You're happy to have him close to your heart, even when he's not.

When you're captured on a mission and everything is removed from you, you don't think you'll ever see the necklace again. Adrian is the one who saves you, and, at first, he's only focused on getting you out of there. When he sees you don't have the necklace anymore, though, he tears apart the facility you're being kept in until he finds it and can lock it around your throat again.

When Adrian is injured and he gets his armor torn off of him by a doctor, examining the wounds underneath, Adrian slaps away their hands from his necklace. He groggily tells them, "That's mine," and gets more and more upset until you step in and take the necklace yourself, promising you'd wear it with your own and give it back when it was allowed again. It was only then that he'd settled down enough to be treated, you waiting by his side the entire time, clutching your necklace with his.

When you're out with the rest of the 11th Street Kids and Chris finally notices that you have the matching half of Adrian's necklace, he's— You hesitate to say flustered, but he so obviously is. He ends up stepping aside, saying to Adrian, "But I thought I was your best friend," to which Adrian replies, "You've got Eagly, dude. Let me have this." You laugh, and Adrian bounds back to your side, winding your hands together again.

When you're both taken prisoner, and your captors realize you have matching necklaces, you wonder if this is going to be it. They can tell there's an obvious link between the two of you, even without the way Adrian loses his fucking mind any time they threaten you instead of him. They tear the necklaces off of both of your necks, toss them into the corner, and Adrian screams himself hoarse telling them all the things he's going to do to them. When he eventually rips free of his bindings while they're torturing you, he makes good on his promises before returning your necklace to you and his to himself, carrying you out of there without hesitation.

When you wake up one day and realize your necklace isn't on, you immediately start to panic. You fumble in the sheets, desperate to find it, but it's nowhere to be found. You're halfway through tearing apart your nightstand when Adrian finally comes in and asks, "What the fuck are you doing?" and you have to tearfully admit that you lost your necklace, but you swear you went to bed with it on—

Which is when Adrian sheepishly pulls the necklace from his own pocket and says, "Sorry, I just needed it for a minute," before turning it back over to you. Your brow is furrowed, bewildered by what he might have needed, but that confusion evaporates completely when you actually look down at it and realize he's strung a ring through it, too. Your heart races, fingers closing around the charm and the ring together as your eyes snap up to meet Adrian's. His face is all pink, but he's grinning wide enough that you start to smile instinctively in return.

When you reach out and pull him in by his necklace, Adrian goes easily, stepping right into your space and allowing you to reel him down. You use the leverage of your grip on his necklace charm to tug him in for a deep kiss. He reaches out blindly, takes the necklace from your hand.

When you separate, he asks, "Best friends forever?" in such a hopeful tone, his face all lit up, that you can't help nodding right away.

When you say, "Yeah," and let him clasp the necklace on you again, "Best friends forever," he pulls you back in again, your necklace clacking against his between your chests to form the full heart once again.

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A loud cackle echoed through Amanda Waller’s office, bouncing off the walls in pure comedy. 

“That’s a good one, Ms. Waller. But no thank you.” you say, a smirk on your face as you cross your arms. 

“I’m not asking,” Amanda’s tone is stern, and the smirk drops from your face, “you are an expert at undercover work not to mention body language and observation. Besides, your powers will come in handy for this particular mission. It’s deep, deep cover. Months. A year or two, maybe, but you and Chris are the two most capable for the mission.” 

You stare at Amanda, your fists clenching at your sides. 

“When do we start?” Christopher asks, hands folded behind his back. 

You scoff, “What? No! Absolutely not, I will not be going on this mission, not with him!” 

“This mission is imperative to national security, Agent,” Waller counters, “need I remind you your crimes against the nation.”

“Crimes? I saved thousands of innocent people from dying by leaking those documents and you damn well know I’d do it again. You also know I saved your ass by fabricating your signature on the opposition papers. You would have been fired had I not removed your name from the approval list, every other fucking person was. I did you a favor Amanda, you said it yourself that you owe me, so please, please do not make me do this.” Your tone is pleading, eyes almost watering as you ask. 

Amanda sighs, walking around her desk, saying your name softly, “I can do you any other favor, I promise. But I can’t offer any form of flexibility on this. You and Chris have to go on this mission, it’s out of my hands.” 

You maintain eye contact with her, “I can’t pretend to be married to him. I can’t fake those things.” 

Amanda walks back around her desk, sitting down in her chair, pulling some files out of her desk drawer, “Listen, when you’re in your house and the blinds are closed you don’t have to be in the same room with him. You don’t have to talk to him or look at him unless it’s related to the mission. But you put yourselves in the community and the neighborhood. You go to the barbecues, you hold hands, you go on dates. It won’t be as hard as you think it will.” 

“How can I hold hands with him knowing that those hands are the same ones that killed Rick.” Your voice cracks as you say his name. You see Chris turn his head from the corner of your eyes, grimacing at the mention of Rick Flag. 

Amanda sighs, “You’ll just have to figure it out, Agent.” 

--

A few days later, you find yourself standing in front of a floor-length mirror, fingers tracing over the white material that fell against your legs. You moved the material between your fingers, trying to bring yourself back to reality, but you didn’t wake. 

This was your reality.

Today had been somewhat grueling, as preparation for the undercover mission started. You and Chris had been forced into all different sorts of outfits and pushed in front of a camera, taking pictures for your home. 

In all your years of finally getting a place to call home, you never thought you’d be sharing that place with Christopher Smith. 

Up to this point, all of the photos required basic personal displays of affection. Hand-holding, hugging, casual physical intimacy, kisses on the cheek, even a peck on the lips here and there. But now it was time to take the wedding photos. There was something haunting about the whole thing: standing in the dressing room on some ranch in the middle of nowhere, drinking champagne and sitting in a makeup chair, talking and laughing with women you’d just met only hours prior. Women who were supposed to be your family, your best and closest friends, and in the past few hours, they truly became that. It seemed they were also all under Waller’s thumb, which created a great bonding topic. You felt like you were getting ready for your wedding, your actual wedding. But there was no love to make the day glow with excitement and tenderness, there was no emotion to bring the makeup artist back for a quick touch-up or letters to exchange with your soon-to-be legally recognized partner. Waller refused to answer when you asked if the officiant was actually ordained, so you simply decided to put it in the back of your mind. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you barely recognized the person who stared back. Your entire presence this whole day had been fabricated. Maybe instead of being a government agent, you should have been an actor. Seeing some of the photos that you had taken with Chris, you were satisfied with how in love you looked. To an outsider, the two of you would look like soulmates. But to you, he was a killer: a robot who listened to the commands of the government, a robot without a moral compass or its own thoughts. Christopher Smith was simply a pawn and here he was, his chess piece being moved to the suburbs with you. 

“Y/N,” your maid-of-honor (whom you met four hours ago) says softly, “it’s time.” 

You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down the dress and taking a deep breath. Although the marriage was fake, Waller gave you the choice of a majority of the wedding setup, including the dress, so you chose something you knew that you would love, something you would keep, even with the bad memories that were attached to the dress just like the train. 

You turn around, walking towards her. She smiles sympathetically at you, and you know she means it. She hands you a bouquet of flowers, and you take them, wrapping your hand around the bunch of stems. 

“Are you ready?” she asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“No,” you answer honestly, “but I doubt one can ever be ready for a situation like this.”

Your words echo throughout your brain, you truly had no idea how this mission with Christopher would go, and the possibilities scared you. 

What scared you the most was the idea of coming out of the mission actually enjoying the time you spent with Christopher. The mere thought made your stomach turn, and your mind is covered in the images of Rick and Christopher rolling around, throwing punches and insults at one another until Christopher lodged a piece of broken concrete into Rick’s heart. 

You felt like a piece of broken concrete was being lodged through your own heart. After all, Christopher brought a serving of pain with the peace he claimed to provide.