First Time For Everything

Adrian Chase x reader

warnings: guns, blood, fighting, injury, death, knives,

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I could request a (peacemaker) Vigilante x reader one shot where they’re dating and reader knows about him being vigilante. He’s very like protective over them like not wanting them to get caught up in his business but one day he’s fighting someone in their home and is basically loosing so reader has to step in and shoot them and afterwards they’re just really shaken up and it’s their first time doing something like that so Adrian tries to comfort them?”

As much as Adrian wanted to pretend like you didn’t know he was Vigilante, you did. You’d stumbled into his artillery probably a week after he started—I mean, it was in your garage. And it freaked you out a lot, you were worried for him. As far as you knew, though, he was making a difference.

You didn’t share the same qualities. You weren’t tactical or driven, you minded your business. Violence was never somewhat you sought out. But Adrian seemed to be using it for a purpose.

The thing about Adrian was he was extreme and tenacious, he loved you to death in a literal sense. His need to protect you was overwhelming, protect you from any danger that may cross your path. At first, it was just little things like crossing the street and locking the door, but now he was hiding his identity from you. Vigilantes had a habit of doing that to protect the ones they loved, and any time you did try to drop hints that you knew, he played dumb, panicked, changed the subject. If you knew, he was compromised. He trusted you with every molecule in his body, but he didn’t trust others.

But Adrian had been compromised, he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd and his identity had been exposed, shared. Once that got to the wrong person, it was over for you. And it actually did happen.

“Who’s at the door this late?” You turned to Adrian, who was sitting next to you on the couch forcing you to watch Fargo reruns. The knock at the door was unsettling to him, he slowly stood up from his seat and whispered to you.

“You should go to the bedroom.” Adrian instructed and you found it a bit more dramatic than he needed, but humored him before he got all crazy and made you barricade yourself in the bathroom or something like that. Once he heard your bedroom door close, he opened the front door and you heard a crash, you threw the door open to check the commotion and saw Adrian sitting in the rubble of your dining room table. “Y/N, don’t come out here! Shut the door.” You saw another man standing over him, you were completely frozen by the menacing intruder. “Y/N, please!” You slammed the door just before the man landed another blow on your boyfriend, you gasped, back against the door as you slid down to the floor.

Adrian kept fighting, but he was completely unarmed and unprepared for this fight. He tried to make it to the kitchen, find a knife or at least a spoon to assist him. Maybe he could scoop the guy’s eyes out. “You won’t win this, Vigilante.”

“How did you know?!” Adrian shouted at him, throwing pillows from the couch at the intruder’s face, but he hadn’t even flinched. “You’re a really big weirdo, you know that? At least I know you aren’t a vampire.”

“You talk a lot for a man about to die.” The intruder growled and punched him across the face, busting his lip and knocking him into a kitchen cabinet.

“I forgot to close that.” He rubbed his head and pulled the biggest knife he could find from the block, slashing the assailant across the arm just once before he strategically blocked it, disarming him immediately. “You have got to teach me some of these moves if I don’t kill you first.”

“Good luck with that.” The man reached to each side of his head, squeezing his skull in between. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done, scum. You can’t get away with killing my people.”

You were still on the floor in the room, hearing Adrian screaming in agony, and that was when you spotted the gun under the dresser. This was life or death, you stopped thinking rationally and pulled the shotgun out. You’d never shot a gun before, never even held one, but you knew it was loaded and you could figure out how to shoot this thing if it was the last thing you’d do. You pulled the forestock, kicked the door open, and found your target, aiming carefully and almost hitting him after you pulled the trigger. “Shit!” The recoil into your shoulder didn’t feel good at all, but it distracted your intruder from cracking Adrian’s skull.

“Y/N?” Adrian felt dizzy, shaking his head around a bit to make sure what he was seeing was real. You had to shake off your own pain, too, and you pulled the forestock of the gun back again. The man began to pace towards you, completely underestimating you and giving you a better shot. You pulled the trigger again, hitting the man in the chest. And for good measure, you fired three more shots.

The body dropped in the hallway and the blood on the walls revealed itself, and the floor started to stain red, as well. You finally snapped back to reality and dropped the piece on the floor, falling to your knees. Adrian was back, too, and ran to your aid. “What did you just do?” He asked, still in shock.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“You killed him.” Adrian reached for the man’s limp arm and dropped it on the floor. “Good job.” He hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss on the cheek, you winced. “Good job—oh, are you…are you hurt?” You looked over at your shoulder and sighed.

“Uh, kickback of the gun. Hit me in the shoulder.” You shrugged it off, which hurt more than you wanted to admit. Adrian and you looked over at the body, one more accustomed to this than the other.

“It was a bad idea to kill him inside the house.” He commented to himself and you glared at him, tears in your eyes. “Not your fault.”

“What do we do?” You asked him and he shook his head, standing on his feet and helping you off the floor.

“Don’t worry about it. Matter of fact, go take a shower. A really long shower, okay?” Adrian’s instructions were perfect to you. You didn’t even need to question them, you just went. “Y/N, hey. You did the right thing. I’m glad we didn’t die.” You agreed with a nod and shut the bathroom door behind you, keeping yourself away from the scene. It was maybe an hour and a half before you left that bathroom, the water had been cold for some time but it was what you needed. Replaying in your head were those gunshots, your ears rang right after, they still felt a bit clouded. You can’t believe you just killed someone. You took a life. You wanted to go to the police but you know that’d only ruin your life worse.

When you left the bathroom, the house was back to normal like it was all a bad dream. Adrian was acting normal, he was still watching Fargo on the couch, but he was ready to change it to something like The OfficeorFriends for you. He’d laid out a new set of clothes on your bed. The couch futon was pulled out. The dining room table was simply gone. A lot of the carpet was removed, you didn’t even want to think about it. You checked to make sure the doors were locked and he noticed right away. “Did you have a nice shower?”

“It was good, yeah.” You were still distracted, looking at each window. “What have you been up to?”

“I made nachos and s’mores. I used the toaster oven, that thing is sweet.” Adrian showed you the plates he’d made for light snacking. “Are you gonna sit down? These are prime Nick at Nite hours.” Your boyfriend lifted the mounds of blankets for you to join him, and you did. You still felt safe next to him despite being the one to save his ass. You curled up next to him, slowly munching on the chips in front of you as the laugh tracks on the TV played. As slick as he could, he put his arm over you and rested his hand on your shoulder, tracing his finger around before sliding it under your collar and peeking at the impact point of the stock of the gun, which was starting to darken and bruise. He felt a bit guilty that it had come down to that, even if that was the worst of the injuries you sustained. But you seemed to want to forget it for now, and he’d give you that tonight. After all, nothing felt as important as Full House at three in the morning. If anything, he’d just call you a badass and give you a high five. He’d really been resisting the urge to high five you all night. He really thinks you deserve it.

You didn’t think you’d be able to sleep tonight, and if you did you knew it wouldn’t be sound. And you had so many questions keeping you up, this night was completely hellish and the only thing stopping you from losing your cool and wailing the night away was the man sitting beside you, just doing what he does best.

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