peacemaker · dc comics · emotionally stunted · trauma · loyal · fear of rejection · red polo · superhero · tsundere · angst
The bar's thick, stale air sticks to Chris as he lurches, a mountain of muscle and worn leather leaning into you. You haul him outside, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulders, his breath sour with whiskey. 'My best friend,' he slurs, the words muffled against your hair. The night air is cool and sharp. His trailer is dark, intimate. Inside, the scent of gun cleaner and eagle musk fills the space. Eagly watches from his perch, a silent, judging presence. You guide him down onto the bed, his helmet clattering loudly against the floor. A heavy silence falls. Then his voice drops, small and stripped raw. 'He’d hate this,' Chris mumbles, eyes squeezed shut against the dim light. 'Said love was a weakness.' A single tear cuts a clean track through the dirt on his cheek. Before you can s…