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Of Champagne and Motherfuckers
Summary: In which Vigilante gets jealous.
Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader
Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, drinking, moral contemplation, not good spy lingo, ambiguous "bad" guy
Word Count: 2.8K
Request: "i have a request for adrian chase x reader where she has to seduce a target after losing rock paper scissors or something, an adrian has to listen to her act really hot towards this creepy douche instead of him and whatever you think would result from that please! love your writing!!"
A/N: My first stab at this was like 6k of just the most feral, unhinged nonsense you've ever seen. This is try four; hope you enjoy! <3
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You sipped your champagne from the flute, using the drink as an opportunity to scan the room.
“He should be by the bar.” John announced, his voice coming in smoothly through the earpiece. Your eyes flicked to the bar, and found the target easily enough.
“Found him.” You murmured over the rim of your glass, taking another sip. Beneath the crisp lights of the crystal chandeliers, you made your way towards the bar, your black gown trailing behind you. You focused on the click of your heels against the polished hardwood floors, and prayed you didn’t eat shit. The strappy heels Emilia had given you were perfect for seduction, and horrible for walking.
It wasn’t the first time you had lost to Emilia Harcourt in rock, paper, scissors; but it was the first time that you had actually hated the assignment. Despite the designer gown and diamonds draped delicately across your neck, you loathed every second you had to stand in the ballroom and be ogled by the rich and the deadly. You were excited to get the mark upstairs, take him out, grab the intel, and bug out.
You weren’t the only one, either. Vij, who normally loved these sorts of events and anything involving murder, had done nothing but complain since the van had been loaded up at HQ.
“Just kill him already.” Vigilante whined in your ear, bringing your attention back to the party at hand. You inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to tell him to shut up as you settled into the crowd easily. In your previous assignments, from before Waller and her Suicide Squad and Peacemaker and the butterflies, you had specialized in this kind of thing. Your usual goals were more aligned with political warfare, crippling regimes, and just generally demolishing established governments. This mark was easy in comparison.
But, of course, you had thrown scissors, when you knew that Harcourt would throw rock. It was uncanny how often you lost to her. You wondered if she could actually read minds, at times.
“Hi, can I get you a drink?” A man asked, coming up to brush his hand against your bare arm, which he left resting against the small of your back. Not the mark, not interested.
“Oh, no thank you. I’m actually waiting on someone.” You told him, a polite smile falling to your lips. He frowned in response.
“That won’t do, a pretty thing like yourself should have company all the time.” You scanned the area and met the mark’s eyes, and when he smiled at you, you pulled your best ‘damsel in distress’ face. His smile faltered, and you ushered him with your eyes.
Hook, line, and sinker. The mark rushed to your side, and you slipped into his side easily.
“There you are, handsome.” You murmured, smiling up at him. He was traditionally handsome, dark haired and lean muscled. Ostensibly, your type. You couldn’t help, though, but wish for green eyes and glasses to be staring down at you, as if you had saved him.
“Looked all over for you, kitten. Thanks for taking care of her, friend.” The mark told the other man quickly, before pulling you away.
“Kitten?” Leota snorted, laughing in your ear.
“Thanks for the save, really. He was a creep.” You told the mark, playfully, sipping your champagne, but staying against his side.
“You saved me. My partner’s were getting into trade logistics for next quarter.” He laughed easily, and lowered his gaze to rake over you. “Name’s Adrian Loman, by the way.”
There it was. The reason you’d been so hesitant to be the honey in this particular pot. The man’s name was Adrian. You tensed waiting for the reaction from Vigilante, your Adrian, but none came. You wondered, with a slight frown, if he had taken his piece out.
He was meant to be waiting on the balcony of Loman’s room, the perfect spot for an ambush, if it came to it.
Despite your experience in the field, despite having done this sort of work your entire adult life, you had never felt more comfortable than you had with Vigilante. You knew he was perceived as an idiot, a loose cannon; but the more you worked with him, the more time you spent with him out of the suit, you knew he was much deeper than that. He was brilliant, actually. He absorbed everything, always, especially if it was about him. He claimed he didn’t experience emotions like other people, that he didn’t care about things, but you had seen him without his mask on. Not the Vigilante mask, but his person mask, the one he put on to “fit” in. You hated it, hated how he acted around Chris, how he pretended.
Somewhere along the way, you dropped your own mask, and let him in. He filled the gaps you didn’t know you had, and just as quickly as he made his way in, you fell for him, hard. If it was your late night tv binges, accompanied with shitty chinese food, or you’re early morning talks as you joined him on his patrols, or if it was how he always held your hand before a mission, rubbing soothing circles in the skin between your forefinger and your thumb; the end was the same. You had fallen in love with Adrian Chase, a man who self-proclaimed not to feel any emotion at all.
You’d been working up the courage to say something, anything to him. You’d thought maybe after an episode of Fargo, or when you surprised him at Fennel Fields after work. The plan was still in the making, of course.
What you didn’t want to have to do was whisper his name all night, in a stranger’s ear, while he listened. Regardless, of how you were feeling, how he was feeling, or anything else, it was just awkward.
“Mr. Loman, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You purred, setting the honey out.
“Please, it’s Adrian. My father was Mr. Loman.” He answered easily, jovial. Bait taken.
“Adrian, then.” You hummed in response, like saying his name lit you on fire. Mostly, because it did. If you could pretend this was your Adrian, maybe it wouldn’t be so insufferable.
“What brings you to this party, kitten?” Loman asked, threading his hand around your waist. You leaned into the feeling, despite how it made your skin crawl.
“Charity, of course. I’m passionate about saving the world’s…whatever it is we’re saving this time. What about you, Adrian, what brings you here tonight?”
“Same for me, whatever it is we’re saving must be important.” He laughed, a sound that seemed to be ripped from his throat.
“I hear our lives will never be the same without it. Finance, then?” You inquired, steering the conversation back to relevant water.
“Oh, I barely go to the office these days. Gotham is too much of a mess, for me.” He tells you, inching closer to something useful.
“You’d think with all these supers running around, and every other asshole putting on a suit, crime would be down.” You muttered, thinking about one suited dork in particular, and sipping your drink.
“You’re funny, kitten. Gonna have to run into you at all these parties.” Loman admits, running his hand across your back, the motion a cheap mimic of the man whose touch you actually want.
“Promise, Adrian?” You asked, murmuring the words, picturing a different man, one whose company you crave.
“Do you want to get out of here? I have a room upstairs.” Loman suggested suddenly, a mischievous smile pulling across his face.
“So, forward!” You teased, lightly nudging his shoulder. “You scandalize me.”
“You scandalized me the moment I saw you. I can’t wait to unwrap you.” He growled, leaning in close to your ear. You grimaced, knowing that everyone could hear, but covered your mouth with a hand, feigning a giggle.
“I can’t believe you found someone who actually wants to have sex with you.” Chris snorted into your ear, and you hoped Loman couldn’t hear the giant idiot over the din of the room.
“I know! I thought, we’re setting a honey pot, right? Then we throw the biggest bitch in the field!”
“Okay, that’s not very nice.” Leota quipped quickly.
“I agree with John, for once. It should have been Emilia, she’s charming and beautiful.” Chris added, speaking over Leota.
“Thanks, Chris.” Emilia said.
“Spectacular rack.” Chris finished, and you could hear Emilia’s groan.
“Okay, let’s wrap this up, yeah?” Leota ended, and you smiled coyly at Loman, before finishing your drink.
You placed your hand on his arm, and leaned up to graze your lips against his jaw.
“Then what’re we waiting for?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He pulled you to the elevator, and punched the button. His hands dipped below your waist, digging into the globes of your ass, and you faked a whimper against him.
You wondered if Adrian was in place, hoping he hadn’t had any trouble, and remembered how his usually bright green eyes had raged dark and dangerous when he’d learned that you were the one going into the gala. He’d walked in as you lost, miserably, to Harcourt.
“What was Ro-Sham-Bo for, guys?” Adrian had asked, walking in with Chris and John.
“Oh, who had to be the honey.” You explained easily, fastening the diamond studs into your ears before grabbing the garment bag from the desk.
“Nope. No way. Not happening.” You paused, and tilted your head at him, a habit you’d picked up from him. His hands went to his hips and his smile was quickly replaced with a frown.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“You're not flirting with that guy, no way. He’s a bad guy.” Adrian told you, his tone final, though you knew he hadn’t bothered to read the dossier.
“Yeah, that’s why we’re going to kill him.” You made clear, crossing your arms across your chest, the garment bag hanging loosely over your arm.
“But why you?” He fussed, sounding like a kid who’d lost their favorite toy.
“I lost the rock, paper, scissors.” Your shrug was easy. His jaw clicked audibly, and he shook his head again.
“I hate this. I’ll just kill him.” He told you, narrowing his eyes. You had rolled your eyes, downplaying the seriousness in his tone, hoping that he wouldn’t lose his head again in the moment.
The elevator opened, reminding you of where you were, and you stumbled in as Loman pulled you close. He hit the fifth floor, confirming the level was correct.
“Fifth floor, huh? You paid out big time for our little charity ball, didn’t you?” You asked, running your hand up his chest.
“That’s me, Room 519, balcony view of the bay.”
“I love how the moonlight hits the bay.”
“Well, maybe we’ll take our party out there so we both have views to admire.”
“Jesus.” Emilia mouthed, and you could picture her look of annoyance. Your mind raced back to Vij, and hoped again that he was in place.
The elevator dinged as the doors pulled open, and Loman ushered you down the hall. For your part, you could barely keep up in your strappy heels.
He flicked the hotel key card against the door, and it unlocked, the light turning green. You held your breath, letting Loman walk in first.
To your surprise, the room was empty. You tried to hide your disappointment, you had really expected Vij to be waiting. You knew better, of course. Out of everyone, Adrian never let it get to him, not in the field. Sure, he was a fucking maniac, but he was cool as a fucking cucumber the whole time. You’d seen him slice a guy’s head off and then keep killing people. They were aliens, to be sure, but you’d seen him butcher humans. In the field, he was mechanical, and damn good at it. You wanted him to have your back, everytime.
Loman turned to you, in the dim light of the room, the moon illuminating just the edges through the open window. He slipped his hand into the high slit on your dress, hand grabbing your exposed hip. His smile was predatory, something that sent chills up your spine. You slipped your hand in your clutch, and curled your fingers around your compact pistol.
“I didn’t expect you to be so easy.” He moaned, moving his other hand up to your breast. The grasp was rough, enough for you to call it.
“That’s enough, I think.” You announced, untangling yourself and holding up your pistol. He held his hands up, his face falling quickly.
“I’ll give you anything; you can take whatever you want.” He stammered, eyes fixed on your pistol.
“What’s the security combination for your partner box?” You replied, placing your finger on the trigger. You didn’t plan on killing him, not just yet, but it always sped these things up when the pressure was on.
“1375-9843.” Loman squealed, spilling immediately. You were about to call him out on it, make him worry a bit more, when the patio door opened. You had it completely under control, but seeing the black and teal put you at ease instantly.
Before you could say, or do, anything, Adrian had pulled out a gun and shot Loman in the head. Your mouth fell open, and you just watched, blankly, as he made his way over to you, never having broken his stride.
In your ear, the team was outraged, yelling at Adrian, yelling at you. You removed the piece, and tucked it into your bag just as he reached you.
“So messy.” You teased, glancing down at the blood splatters across your skin and dress. Loman’s blood was pooling up on the thick carpet, and you didn’t even want to think about what a mess that would be to clean.
“Don’t care about that, only about you.” He urged, his arms wrapping around your middle tightly. You’re sure you’ve died, but you shake the thoughts and feelings down. Be professional, right?
“I still need to search the room.” You told him, nuzzling into his hug. His fingers spread across your back, and rubbed slightly. The feeling worked to remove the press of Loman.
“Already did.” He told you, pulling a small USB connector from his pouch. “Just needed you, let’s go.” He ushers, pulling you tight against his chest and onto the balcony. You clutched him tightly, the feeling of his textured suit a balm to the groping you’d endured.
“Thanks. You know, for the assist.” You told him, motioning to Loman. He shrugged.
“Oh, yeah. Not a problem. I was definitely gonna kill that motherfucker.”
“So cringey, right?” You asked, making light of the many horrible come-on lines he’d used. Adrian pulled his mask off to look at you, but remembered his glasses, and put them on.
“No, cause he just talked to you the wrong way.” Adrian explained, slowly.
“Flirty?” You asked, confused.
“Yeah, he had to die.” Adrian told you, sullen.
“For flirting with me?” You reiterated, slowly.
“What are you not getting? I know that was probably weird for you, but I had to kill him. The way he was talking to you, it made me crazy. I had to stop myself from going downstairs and killing him in the lobby. He shouldn’t get to hear you like that.”
“Why not, Adrian?” You responded, trying to steady your heart, which was attempting to beat out of your chest.
“Why not? Why not? Probably ‘cause, I don’t know, you should be saying those things to me. I’m the only Adrian you need. This is making me feel so crazy. I don’t know why. You deserve someone who is good for you, and that, ugly piece of shit, isn’t that.”
“You are good for me, Adrian. You’re a good man, and I–” You started to say, started to confess, but he interrupted.
“You think I’m a good man?” You nod, watching his expression soften, almost into something sad. You smiled sadly at him.
“You are a good person, Adrian. You are worth knowing and loving. You’re my best friend, and there is no one else that I would rather kill bad guys with. Now, kiss me.” You finished, breathless, and closing the distance between you. Happily, he obliged, taking your cheeks delicately between his gloved hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. The searing heat from him was burning off your night with Loman, and as Adrian, your Adrian, ran his hands over you, pulling you closer, you gave in to the feeling. You carded your hands in his hair, and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss.
He pulled back a little, breathing heavily, but running his nose along yours.
“I DVR’d Fargo, for us.” He told you, nipping at your jaw, before kissing the skin.
“Thank god. Let’s get out of here.” You told him, laughing, slipping your hand in his.
“Can you keep that dress? And those heels?”
“Oh, you like this?” You asked, gesturing at the gown.
“You look absolutely devastating.” He told you, in a hushed tone, almost reverential, a rare moment of sincerity.
“You look absolutely devastated, Adrian.” You giggled, kissing him again.
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Shopping Street, Soldalen (2:00pm)
Alfie: Mare, can we please take a break? I feel like my arms are about to fall off.
Marie: Just one more shop. I need to get something for Lukas.
Alfie: You said that an hour ago.
Marie: *chuckles* Come on, this time I promise you we’ll take a break after I find something for him.
Starbuck’s Coffee (3:00pm)
Alfie: So much for one more shop.
Marie: Listen, it’s not my fault the shops we went to didn't have what I was looking for.
Alfie: Sure, of course it’s not your fault. Now, tell me what you want to have. I’ll order it for us.
Marie: The usual.
Alfie: Alright.
Alfie *thinking*: What should I get? Hmm...tiramisu sounds nice.
Lucia: There you are.
Cashier: Next, please.
Alfie: Hi, can I get a—
Lucia: Peekaboo! Guess who?
Alfie: *startled* Oh my god! Lucy? Is that you?
Lucia: Urgh, you’re no fun.
Alfie: *to the cashier* Sorry, can you give me a minute? You can take the next customer’s order.
Alfie: Hey, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?
Lucia: *laughs* I wanted to surprise you.
Alfie: *chuckles* Oh, you surprised me alright.
Meanwhile...
Marie: *grumbles* What’s taking him so long?
Marie: Urgh this—
Marie:...who’s that girl?
Lucia:—I’m staying here until New Years. So you’re going to have to hang out with me whether you like it or not.
Alfie: *laughs* I don’t mind. We haven’t seen each other for years. It’d be nice to catch up with you. And I can introduce you to my friend too. I’m sure you two will get along.
Marie *thinking*: Is she his girlfriend? Why didn’t he tell me?
Alfie (in the background): Come on, I’ll introduce you to her. You’re going to love Marie.
Lucia: If you say it that way, I’ll believe you. Now, where is she?
Alfie: She’s over there. Hey, Marie! I want you to meet someone.
Alfie: Marie, this is my friend, Lucia. And Lucy, this is Marie.
Lucia: Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you! Alfie told me a lot about you.
Marie: Oh really?
Alfie: Don’t worry. Only the good things.
Lucia: Yeap. He says you’re cool to be around. I hope we can be good friends.
Marie:...we’ll see.
Lucia: *smiles* You can call me Lucy.
Marie: Just call me Marie. We’re not close enough for you to call me Mare.
Lucia: Sounds good to me!
Marie: Please...choose me...
Lucia: *gasps* Oh my god...
Alfie: Lucy? Is everything okay?
Lucia: W-what?
Alfie: Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.
Lucia: Oh, I...I’m fine.
Alfie: Maybe you can take a seat? Have you had anything for lunch yet? You can join us if you want.
Lucia: Y-yeah, sure. Thank you for inviting me.
Alfie: Marie, you want the usual right? Lucy?
Lucia: You can get me anything.
Marie: I changed my mind, I just want tea. I’ve lost my appetite.
Alfie: O...kay? I’ll be back in a minute.
Lucia:...
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