𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒑𝒆𝒂
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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: flufff
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: Chris brings home the innocent plant woman he found in an abandoned lab in Corto Maltse
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Christopher Smith/Peacemaker x fem innocent reader, italics are actions and thoughts
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
No one told Amanda Waller before during or after Task Force X "disbanded" that Chris had found you in an abandoned lab in Corto Maltese or that one of the reasons Peacemaker killed Rick Flag was in pursuit of keeping you safe. You had powers similar to one well known green Gothamite, the way your skin turned green in the light fascinates him, the way you look at him with stars in your eyes like he's not a fuck up.
Harley had smuggled you away after the whole Starro business and Peacemaker v Bloodsport and Rick Flag business but Chris very secretively tracked you down and picked you up as soon as he was well enough to do so very much to Harley's displeasure but Chris wasn't leaving without you and Harley was still in deep with a lot of the people in Gotham.
After being imprisoned for so long and bouncing around at Harley's you looked at his dump of a trailer like it was a home, even if it definitely needs some major tlc. You love on Eagly like he's the best pet in the world, everything here is perfect in your mind due to being in an abandoned lab for the last eight years.
"Um, yeah. Make yourself at home, Sweetheart." He sets down two duffles, one of his Peacemaker gear and the other of the clothes Harley bought you on a "shopping spree" aka she stole a bunch of shit and gave you whatever she thought would look cute on you. Chris is slowly realizing he has more than just Eagly to take care of and Eagly basically takes care of himself.
He rummages through his dresser, grabbing a towel some boxers and a shirt handing them to you forgetting you have your own but also seeing the very tight clothes Harley "acquired" for you. Chris gestures with his head the direction of the bathroom. "You can shower if you want, just make sure the water runs clear before getting in. I haven't been home in a while or there's bound to be some rust in the pipes."
He smiles a bit to himself as you make your way to his bathroom, you're downright adorable and he finds himself actually caring about something other than fast women and one nighters. He then grabs a garbage bag and starts attempting to clean up his trailer, cleaning up the trash littered around the place from the party he had pre getting arrested.
It's been a few days and you've settled in really well, he took the couch and you took the bed but every night without fail you crawl in with him. At first, he didn't know how to feel about it but learned quickly how much better you both sleep together. He's like a big warm body cuddly bear that chased every bit of your worry away with his hands gently running through your hair and along your back to keep your nightmares away.
Today, Chris is gone with Vig for a few hours, you're bored out of your mind, the tv doesn't look interesting and so you started looking around finding a trunk under his bed of magazines of naked women, some old VHS tape things, and a weird looking flashlight thing, pulling them out curiously flipping through the pages, a few of them stuck together.
"I'm back home, Sweetpea. I brought us some different foods for you to try." Chris shouts from the other room, of course not knowing you shouldn't be looking at the items you've found you leave them on the bed playing with the little flashlight thingy you found.
Chris rounds the corner of his bedroom, shocked by what he finds but the confused look on your face says it all. You have no idea what you're looking at. "Look how pretty they all are." You say still holding the weird item you found which makes his face go ashy and pale, he bolts over to you with a worried and concerned expression.
"Nononononono. No!" He grabs your wrist and swiftly guides you to the bathroom, taking your much smaller hands in his and starts lathering them up with soap and water.
"Are you mad at me? You seem mad." You ask as he makes sure to very thoroughly and completely wash your hands, getting every nook and cranny even under your nails.
"What? No. No, I'm not mad, Angel. I just should've told you not to get into that, I really need to throw all that stuff away anyways." He genuinely had forgotten about it, all that stuff was from before he got with you. Chris then rinses your hands gentler than he was before as he realizes how frantic he was acting must've come off as anger to you.
"Dry your hands, okay? I got us dinner." He guides you over to the towel rack, making sure to keep his place clean now that you're here. Before he didn't care about keeping the place neat or leaving the seat up or keeping fresh towels but after the first time you fell in, he double and triple checks that the seats down, with you it's different he actually cares about you.
Another incident happened a week later when he found you digging in the yard with Eagly behind his trailer, Eagly was burying something dead, you? You're tracking in mud and using the very few dishes from his kitchen as flower pots.
"Hey, wipe your feet! Were you born in a-" He stops himself realizing you were essentially abandoned in that lab to starve to death so he softens his voice. "Just make sure you don't bring dirt in."
"You're a bad influence on her, Eagly. Bad bird." He wipes his hands over his face and guides you inside the bathroom to shower. Handing you yet again one of his shirts cause a. Harley didn't get you anything that wasn't skin tight, b. You insist on smelling like him literally using your powers to make the smell of his cologne permeate from you, a way of self soothing and c. He thinks you look adorable in his clothes.
"Chris?" You ask with a soft tone in your voice as you strip out of your clothes putting them in the new hamper he bought a few days ago, your skin being a beautiful green everywhere the sun had hit it.
"What, Sweetpea?" He asks as he turns on the water the correct temperature for you, making sure it's not too hot or not too cold; not that you minded either way due to your chlorokinesis you didn't mind too much if it was too cold but Chris has learned how you tend to like warmer showers.
"Adrian said I'm your girlfriend. Is that true?" You ask as you step into the shower wetting your hair and body before washing with his bodywash, something only slightly feminine but named something slightly masculine to market it to men like Black Vanilla or Arctic Rose or something, the loofah sudsing up in your hands making the soap slide down your forearms. He clears his throat thinking about his answer for a few minutes.
"If you want it to be, yeah. I don't mind. I really like having you around here, you and your plants make the place more lively, you make it feel like home. We'll take it however slow you need, okay?" Chris normally wouldn't be the type for slow but this with you? It's real and he'd do anything to make sure you feel safe, never alone and never abandoned like that. You'd already started looking a lot healthier than when he found you, a lot more full of life. Chris leaves the bathroom to give you some space, taking the laundry basket with him so he can wash your dirt filled laundry.
A while later you come out in your thong and one of his shirts, of course Harley gave you thongs she said it was to "boost your confidence" and "let the sun in." He doesn't mind really, he thought he'd have a hard time not staring but as his love and understanding got deeper and he realized how comfortable you must have to be to be around him like that. He's changing for the better and you're the reason why and you don't even know it. Part of him thinks he doesn't deserve it but the other part realizes he doesn't trust you with almost anyone else.
-> 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
