#he's such an annoying older brother. i love him

[daisies-and-domming]

Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

– – –

You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

– – –

“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

Word Count: 3897

[kuurechr]

Sukuna has some pretty strong opinions on relationships and marriage. (modern era Sukuna who remembers his previous life)

"You're actually insane for this."

"I am not. He's the one who's insane."

"He's being perfectly rational. I for one think it's pretty cute."

"Cute? Going against every societal norm is cute to you?"

"Why are you so set in your ways? Your brother is older than you and still better about these kinds of things."

Sukuna clicked his tongue. You two had been together for a while now, but he'd never gotten around to telling you that he was the King of Curses in a previous life until he met you and changed his ways for you and was killed but then reincarnated as a human after lots of repenting.

It just never came up naturally.

But, technically, he wanted to argue, he was much much older than his older brother.

His brother, who was getting married soon. His brother, who wanted to take on his wife's name.

"I don't want to go to his wedding."

You groaned. "You are so annoying."

"You're taking my last name, you know that right?"

You raised a brow at him. "What if I don't want to?"

"You are taking my last name."

You shrugged. "What're you gonna do, leave me if I don't?" When he opened his mouth to retort, you glared at him. "Don't even, Sukuna. You're the one who came running back to me when we broke up."

Sukuna rolled his eyes at you. "Okay, be real. You're taking my last name."

You stuck your tongue out at him. "You're lucky I'm the girl you love."

He scoffed. "Who else would it be?"

Maybe it was because Sukuna had knowledge of your previous life, but the two of you were attached. If you asked him, he'd deny his belief in things like fate, but the two of you were soulmates. No doubt about it.

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Salty Kisses ⭑

Masterlist

A/N: We are all in desperate need of Quinn fics!!

Pairing: Quinn Mossbacher x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, +18 mdni, smoking weed, Olivia being a bitch, nudes, mastrubation (m), making out, heavy petting, p in v sex, handjob, sort of public sex, creampie.

Summary: Joining your best friend Olivia on vacation meant facing your crush on her brother once again, but this year, you would make a move.

Word count: 7.6K (My longest one shot yet)

“Oh my god, who are these people?” Olivia sighed next to you. Looking at her from the corner of your eye, you smiled. She had a flair for the dramatics and could be a bit self important but you have known her since elementary school. After quickly becoming best friends, you often were allowed to accompany her and her family on their luxurious vacations.

This year was no exception as you had joined them on their vacation to Hawaii. Even though you felt like you and Olivia had slightly drifted apart, you joined them anyway. She was two years older than you but she had always said how that didn’t matter to her, and how mature you were for your age.

After a draining flight and almost losing your luggage at the pickup, you were glad to be relaxing on the boat. Both you and Olivia had separated yourselves from the other passengers, her parents and brother included. 

As you peered down at them from the heightened open cabin up top, you secretly checked out her brother. Quinn was a special type, and you’ve always had a thing for pathetic and nerdy boys. So how could you help yourself when your best friend had a brother exactly like that?

“So those two,” Olivia suddenly spoke up again, nodding towards the newlyweds at the back of the boat, “they just got married in the Hamptons. Her parents have a place there.” 

You observed the obnoxious couple taking cringey selfies. “I bet they met on Raya.” You added with a grin. 

“Totally.” Olivia smiles, both of you watching as the woman hangs off of her new husband. “She’s in fashion.” Olivia then announces. “Marketing.” You correct her. “He went to Dartmouth, international finance.” You add. Watching as Olivia’s dad takes a picture for the couple. 

“She loves him but-” Olivia starts.

“He’s got a small dick.” You laugh. Olivia chuckles before adding, “He’s a closet adderall snorter.” 

“Gives him an edge at work.” You agreed. “Makes his dick even smaller.” Olivia says before the both of you burst out laughing. The couple has no idea as they take even more pictures.

You continue to make up stories about the people that joined you on the boat before Nicole, Olivia’s mom, calls for you. “Hey girls.”

“What mom?” Olivia responds annoyed, the mood between you stale again. “Liv come up front, I think you can see the resort.” Nicole points, gesturing for the two of you to follow her. She was right however, The White Lotus slowly came into view.

Olivia sweetly took your hand to help you off the boat. The wooden dock rocked slightly beneath your feet before you stepped onto solid ground, the warmth of the island air wrapping around you. It felt good to be steady again. 

You exchanged a glance with Olivia, something unreadable flickering in her eyes, maybe amusement, maybe something else. A man with a neatly groomed mustache stood waiting, flanked by resort employees in crisp uniforms, their polite smiles already plastered across their faces.

As you approached them, the moustache man’s smile grew. “Mr. and Mrs. Mossbacher, hello! I’m Armond, the resort manager. Welcome to the White Lotus.” The man, apparently named Armond, greeted you with a thick Australian accent. 

“How was your journey here?” He asked as Nicole accepted the flower necklace from a staff member. You drowned out their conversation as you took another glance at Quinn, who was completely lost in his videogame on his Nintendo. 

When everyone started walking, you hurriedly joined them on the golf cart who was driven by a typical white surfer dude. During the short ride to the resort, you made small talk with Olivia, such as what you would do when you had unpacked, and before you knew it, it was time to get off.

The resort was very impressive, a beautiful calming design that still felt very luxurious. You expected nothing less from the Mossbachers who always booked VIP suites. The room itself was even better, beautifully decorated with a nice balcony and a pull up couch. 

You wondered where Quinn was going to sleep since there were only two designated beds, one for you and Oliva to share and one for her parents in an adjacent room. As you set your stuff down, your question is answered when Olivia orders Quinn to sleep in the tiny kitchen, while her parents are out of earshot of course. 

It surprises you how Quinn actually listens and locks himself in the stuffy room. Olivia pulls you with her and the two of you change into your bikini’s. When you were finished, you checked out the large balcony and agreed on going to the beach. Before you could actually leave, Nicole already called for you.

“Girls!” 

“Yeah?” Olivia responds as you strut back inside. “I would like to talk to you guys about, you know, just some of this clutter. Because this is going to be our common space, and I would love to try to, you know, just clear it out.” Nicole rambles as she walks around moving luggage. 

“Mom! We can take care of it later-” Olivia starts, but before she can even argue further her mom insists on taking care of it now. Of course. 

Nicole pulls open the tiny adjacent kitchen galley and is met with Quinn hunched over on the tiny bed, playing on his phone. “Quinn, why is your bed in here?” She says as she drops the stuff.

“Olivia said I have to sleep here.” Quinn sulkingly responds. Stupid butterflies already swirl in your stomach upon hearing his voice after the long time he hadn’t spoken. 

“Olivia, your brother is not sleeping in the kitchen.” Nicole scolded, turning to the two of you, bags in hand and ready to go. Olivia then walks over to peer inside the room that Quinn was residing in. “Why not?” She shrugs.

“Because it’s a tiny galley kitchen, and we’ve got this whole beautiful room.” Nicole scoffs. Olivia looks inside, Quinn already back on his phone again. 

“Mom, he's doing fine in there. Look, he's stimming. He can entertain himself for hours with just his own hand gestures! He’s fine in the kitchen.” She says sauntering back over to you.

Your brows furrowed at her words, feeling kind of shitty for being in such a beautiful place and then making her brother sleep in a windowless, suffocating room. “Olivia, no!” Her mother argued back, but Oliva already took your hand and led you to the door. 

“Mom you want him to sleep in here with us, he’s gonna jerk off to my best friend while she’s sleeping!” Olivia turned, as her mom stopped the two of you. “I don’t think-” You tried to interject but Olivia cut you off already.

“Mom! He’s fine, he’s being himself, gaming and fapping- and byeee!” Olivia yelled as she now fully pulled you with her out the door. The rest of the afternoon you and Olivia tried to catch as much sun as possible on the beach, occasionally taking a dip in the water to cool off.

As the sun started to set, you headed back to the suite to get dressed for dinner. You chose a beautiful but still casual flowy dress you bought for the vacation, Olivia dressed in shorts and a halter top. You were excited to see how the lobster bake turned out and had gotten quite hungry as you didn’t bring any snacks to the beach.

The outside dining area took your breath away, beautiful lights hung everywhere and you took it all in as you were being led to your table. To your delight, Quinn took a seat next to you and gave you a small smile as you sat down, which of course, you returned. 

You knew Olivia had always been very bitchy towards her brother, it had been normal in their relationship, but you still felt a tiny sting of guilt everytime you didn’t speak up to her about it. You also knew Quinn didn’t have any friends, apart from online, so you always tried to be nice to him.

The food arrived after fifteen minutes, while Olivia started a discussion with you about Hilary Clinton, something you were not entirely in the mood for tonight, but she could get offended if you didn’t indulge. Soon Nicole intervened and Olivia was quick to drop it. 

On your side, you could hear Quinn play one of his video games on his nintendo, finally you gave into the urge to ask him about it, to talk to him about anything. “Quinn, what game are you playing?” You asked sweetly, peering over to look at his screen. Olivia raised a brow at you.

Quinn visibly became red. “Oh uhm, just a game about an assassin, it’s really cool, I’ve been playing it for a while-” He couldn’t even finish talking before his sister cut him off. “Yeah, yeah she gets it. So we should probably head out for that walk you mentioned earlier.” 

You felt bad for Quinn, but remembered what Olivia meant. “Sure yeah. Maybe you can tell me more later, Quinn?” He nodded at your words, his cheeks still flushed as the light of his screen made it more noticeable. 

“Great, let’s go.” Olivia didn’t even ask her parents before she practically jumped out of her seat.

Excusing yourself at least, you followed her. As you joined her side, she led you to one of the younger guys working around the resort. “What did you think about the dude who drove the cart?” She asked with a smile, you already knew where she was heading. 

“Not my type, such a typical smooth brained surfer boy, I can’t with them.” You rolled your eyes. She laughed but composed herself as you approached the cute guy. Olivia had always been a bit obsessed with boys, it was all she could seem to think about, that and weed. 

You stood idly by her side as Olivia put on her flirtatious face and started to talk up the guy. Still, your eyes lingered on Quinn, who remained in your vision a couple feet away. He looked so adorable tonight, his short sleeve blouse really suited him and his hair was curly and messy, secretly just the way you liked it. 

Getting lost in your thoughts, you suddenly felt Olivia poke at you. 

“Dude, hellooo? I said let’s go back to the room, I brought some weed we can smoke.” She suggested. 

“Sorry, zoned out a bit. But sure, let’s go.” Olivia followed your earlier line of sight, but she wasn’t convinced you might have been checking out her brother, so she ignored it.

The guy had gone back to serving and you followed Olivia back to the Trade Winds suite. You couldn’t get Quinn out of your mind as you undressed into your pj’s and put your hair up. Olivia rummaged around in one of her bags while you took a seat on your cutely made pull out bed. 

“Where the fuck is this thing.” Olivia cursed, sifting through multiple bags. After a while she found it and joined you with a grin. With a water bong and a ziplock bag of weed in her hands, the party could begin. But before she could stock the thing with the green substance, the door opened. 

Olivia hurriedly shoved it under you guys’ bedsheets and grabbed her phone, pretending to be busy. “Hey girls, already in your pajamas?” Nicole asked as she strolled through the room with her husband, Quinn following behind them. 

“Yeah we just wanted to chill and catch some sleep so we have more energy for the rest of the trip.” You answered. She smiled at you and headed for the bathroom with Mark. Quinn shot you a quick smile before disappearing in the galley kitchen.

After a while, they still remained in their rooms and it was around 10 pm already, Olivia presumed it was safe so she pulled the goods out again. “Fucking finally, sorry my family is so annoying.” She scoffed.

“I think you dislike them more than I do.” You chuckled, pulling out the lighter you had brought. “Sure.” She shrugged. Olivia stacked the bong and took the first hit. The lighter crackling through the quiet room. “Shh.” You giggled. Olivia tried not to laugh while taking another hit, before finally passing it to you.

As the smoke flowed through your throat and into your lungs, you felt a wave of relaxation hit you. You passed the bong back and forth, talking about some guys from school. After about fifteen minutes, you both really felt it. Your brain felt all woozy and fuzzy, your skin like a warm blanket wrapped around you. 

The whole room felt more serene and pretty. It had been a while since you smoked weed and it didn’t take long before you and Olivia giggled quietly among yourselves. “You know what we should do?” She laughed all of a sudden. 

You raised your brows at her. “Truth or dare.” She wiggled her brows at you, causing you to burst out laughing. Shushing you, she leaned in as if she was about to tell you her darkest secret. “You go first.” She whispered. You thought for a moment. “Truth.” 

“Boo you’re so boring.” Olivia giggled. “Whatever, just let me ease into it.” You said, leaning back on your hands. “Fine, have you… ever taken and sent a nude?” She asked with a lower tone, taking caution not to alarm anyone. You rolled your eyes at her.

“God you’re really going to hate this answer- no I have not.” You replied. She looked at you shocked. “Really? But you’re so hot. Like why haven’t you?” Shrugging at her words, you decide to turn the tables. “Truth or dare Livs.” Olivia let it go and picked dare. 

“Okay, I dare you… to go over to the next room and knock on their door!” You giggled. She gasped but climbed off the bed anyway. Sneakily you followed her as she opened the door as quietly as possible. You stayed in the doorway, watching as she quickly knocked and sprinted past you back into the room.

It caused you to close the door quicker and harder than you meant to but luckily no one woke up. As you ran back to the bed, Olivia layed back on, you waited with bated breaths- nothing happened. You then fell into a fit of laughter. 

“Okay you know what, I pick dare too.” You said after a while, the weed pushing you to be more bold. “I know a good one, I dare you, to let me take nudies of you!” She laughed. You cringed at her words. “I’m not sending them to anyone though!” You shrieked.

“Duh! Get up and take those clothes off girl!” Olivia ordered, grabbing your phone and pressing on the camera. You did as she said, the weed completely derationalising you. “Jesus you look hot.” She said, snapping pictures of your naked form.

When she was done, you put on your clothes before she showed them to you. You both crawled back in bed after that, the exhaustion hitting you hard.

Golden sunlight spilled through the grand windows, painting soft patterns across the sheets as you stirred. Just as your mind drifted between dreams and waking, a hand pressed against your shoulder.

“Wake up,” Olivia murmured, her voice groggy with sleep. “We’re getting breakfast soon.”

Sitting up, the door to Nicole and Mark's bedroom opened and they walked in the room, Mark sitting on the edge of you and Olivia’s shared pull out while Nicole checked on Quinn. 

Your mind felt clouded, weighed down by the remnants of sleep and the blurred edges of last night. Flashes of laughter, the ocean breeze, and the smell of weed hang at the edges of your memory, but nothing pieced together quite right.

Then, a sharp voice shattered the quiet.

“What the hell? Quinn! What are you doing on the floor?”

Nicole’s exasperation cut through the morning peace, snapping you into focus. You and Olivia turned your heads in unison, eyes landing on Nicole as she stood, arms crossed, staring down at Quinn with a mix of disbelief and irritation.

You could hear Quinn’s voice from the small galley kitchen. “There’s no air in here.” 

“Olivia!” Nicole shouted, you were in no mood for a fight between them but Nicole surely was. “What?” Olivia groaned, her head falling back on her pillow. 

“Your brother is stroking out in the kitchen!” Nicole stressed. “What? Dad- what the hell are you doing?” You sat up to see Mark massaging his daughter's foot. “You're so beautiful.” Mark muttered. “You're so smart.” He continued. “Don’t you think?” He turned to you. 

“Yeah.” You replied, Nicole now moving a bunch of stuff around in the living room, muttering to herself about the mess you guys made last night. Your heart sank as you noticed the water bong was still on Olivia’s makeshift nightstand. Mark noticed it too.

“Is that a water bong?” 

You turned to Olivia, your heart racing. “Hey, did you guys bring pot on the plane?” Mark asked, Olivia pulling her foot away from him. “We found it on the beach-” “It’s prescription-” Both of you spat out. Mark to your surprise simply rolled his eyes. 

Quinn appeared out of his room with his duvet wrapped around him, “They were partying all night and making weird lesbian noises.” He uttered while walking past, on his way to the bathroom. “We weren’t being lesbians dad.” Olivia sighed. “Uh- okay.” Mark mumbled. 

After Quinn finished getting dressed, you and Olivia changed quickly, eager to start the day. The three of you made your way to breakfast, the scent of fresh coffee and tropical fruit filling the air as you grabbed a quick bite. Conversations buzzed around you, clinking silverware, the occasional burst of laughter, the tranquil energy of resort life.

Once you’d eaten, Olivia’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Let’s check out the pool,” she said, already tugging you toward the suite. Back in your room, you grabbed your swimsuits, a towel, and a book before heading out again, the promise of cool water and warm sun pulling you toward the massive, glittering pools.

As you took in the pool area, your eyes swept over the impressive layout, barstools submerged in cool, glistening water, a shallow kiddie pool, an overwhelming number of lounge beds, and a designated diving section on the far side. 

It was the kind of luxury that felt almost surreal, but Olivia barely spared it a second glance before settling onto one of the larger canopy lounge beds, unimpressed.

“Today, I just want to read my book and ignore my family,” she sighed, sliding her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose before flipping open her book. The way she said it was so casual, yet so completely Olivia.

You smirked, shaking your head. “Alright, well, I’m going for a swim first. Be back soon.”

With that, you turned toward the steps, toes brushing against the water’s surface. The initial cold made you hesitate, but before you could psych yourself out, movement on the other side of the pool caught your eye.

Quinn.

His bright orange shirt clung to his torso, completely soaked as he trudged through the water, holding his phone and Nintendo high above his head in a desperate attempt to keep them dry. He was heading toward the bar, a little further from where you stood.

You hesitated, then took a breath. This was your chance to talk to him alone, without Olivia hovering nearby. That thought alone propelled you forward. Careful not to dunk your head under, you waded into the water, the coolness wrapping around you as you made your way toward the bar.

As you got closer, you noticed the familiar white stems of his AirPods in his ears. He probably hadn’t even realized you were there. A mischievous thought crossed your mind. Would it be too cruel to startle him, just a little?

Biting back a grin, you crept up behind him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

Quinn jolted, nearly dropping his devices before whipping around, wide-eyed. His tense expression melted into relief when he saw you.

You laughed, settling onto one of the barstools beside him. “Sorry, it just seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

Quinn paused his game, looking at you with something between surprise and uncertainty. He fumbled for words, and you suddenly became hyperaware of how rare these one-on-one conversations were. There had only been a handful of times you’d spoken to him without Olivia around, and every single time had been… well, awkward.

“Uhm- was I interrupting?” you asked, shifting slightly.

“No- no, it’s okay! I really don’t mind,” he rushed to say, his words stumbling over each other.

You smiled, sensing him relax. “Good, that’s good. So, tell me more about your game. Yesterday, Olivia kind of rudely interrupted our conversation.”

That got a reaction out of him. Quinn huffed, pulling his AirPods out completely. “Yeah, she’s just so annoying. Every time I even start talking, she tries to embarrass me.”

“I know. Sorry.” The words slipped out automatically, but when Quinn turned to you fully, you realized he wasn’t just brushing it off.

“Don’t apologize for her,” he said, his voice quieter but more serious. “I noticed you do that a lot around other people.” He hesitated before adding, “I don’t get why you’re friends with her. You’re so much nicer than she is.”

His words caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to say something like that, especially not to you.

“Thanks,” you said, a little softer this time. “But I’ve known her for a long time. She can be nice and fun… she just has her moments.” Even as you said it, you weren’t sure if you believed it.

Quinn let out a small chuckle. “If you say so.”

Not wanting the conversation to turn too serious, you quickly shifted gears. “So… back to your game,” you prompted.

That was all the encouragement he needed. For the next half-hour, Quinn talked, really talked- rambling and info-dumping about Assassin’s Creed with an enthusiasm that was almost contagious. You listened, asked questions, got completely caught up in his excitement. It was easy, effortless.

And then Olivia ruined it.

You caught sight of her from across the pool, waving from her lounge bed, beckoning you back.

“Shit- Olivia’s looking for me,” you muttered, more annoyed than you meant to sound.

Quinn’s expression faltered slightly. “Oh. Right. Well… I guess I’ll see you later.”

You hesitated for just a second before offering a small smile. “Later.”

Then, with a reluctant push off the barstool, you made your way back to the deeper part of the pool and swam toward the steps. As soon as you reached Olivia, she wasted no time launching into a round of questions about why you’d been hanging out with her brother instead of her.

You brushed it off, deflecting as smoothly as you could. “What chapter are you on?”

That was enough to distract her. She went on about her book, and soon, the conversation drifted into nothing. Before long, you found yourself relaxing again, even dozing off under the warm Hawaiian sun, though a part of your mind still lingered on your conversation with Quinn.

After dinner, you and Olivia headed to the bar to unwind before it got too late. A lingering tension still hung in the air from earlier, but you chose to brush it off, letting Olivia distract you as she scrolled through Tinder, nudging you to rate guys between sips of your drinks. 

The evening passed quickly in a haze of casual conversation and clinking glasses, and before long, you made your way back to the suite, the warm night air wrapping around you like a heavy blanket.

When you stepped inside after changing, you noticed Nicole already in her pajamas, her expression tired but neutral. Quinn was there too, standing stiffly as his mom dragged out a spare bed into the open space near the kitchen galley. 

Olivia barely glanced up, already occupied with her phone as you plopped down onto the pull-out couch beside her.

It wasn’t until Nicole started adjusting the sheets that Olivia looked up, her brows furrowing. “Mom, what are you doing?”

You held back an annoyed groan. You already knew where this was going.

Nicole barely acknowledged Olivia’s tone, pressing the mattress down to smooth out a crease. “Your brother is gonna suffocate if he sleeps in the kitchen.” She huffed, setting the bed down just outside the galley kitchen.

Olivia scoffed. “So get him his own room.”

Nicole’s eyes flashed with warning. “Olivia. This is perfect,” she continued, ignoring Olivia’s attitude. “Quinn, you sleep here. You girls, be nice.”

You shot Nicole a small smile, hoping to ease the tension. She nodded in approval before disappearing into her room, her voice softer now. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Nicole,” you replied automatically.

Quinn sat down on his makeshift bed, shifting uncomfortably on the thin mattress. His expression was guarded, but when you caught his eye and gave him a small, reassuring smile, he returned it.

For a brief moment, there was silence. Then Olivia broke it.

“We don’t want you in here.”

You barely had time to react before she cut off your attempted protest.

“Leave.”

Quinn stiffened. His fingers curled into the sheets before he scoffed, anger flashing across his face. “Fine! I’ll sleep on the fucking beach!”

Before you could stop him, he grabbed his stuff and stormed out.

“Liv, seriously?” You turned to her in disbelief.

“What? It’s better this way, trust me.” She barely spared you a glance, already getting comfortable under the covers.

You knew arguing wouldn’t change anything, so you swallowed your frustration. But as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, unease crept in. Maybe you should’ve gone after him. Maybe you still could.

But the thought of drawing attention to how much you cared, how much you wanted to go after him- kept you frozen in place. So you stayed.

And then, hours later, the door slammed open.

You jolted awake, Olivia stirring beside you. Quinn stormed inside, dripping wet, sand clinging to his clothes and hair.

Nicole and Mark scrambled out of their room, their voices laced with confusion and concern.

“Quinn, where have you been?” Nicole demanded, taking in the state of him.

“I slept on the beach,” he grumbled, shaking water from his arms.

“Why?”

“Because of her!” He pointed directly at Olivia, his voice rising with frustration. “She made me! And now all my stuff is ruined! My iPad, my phone, my Nintendo- everything is soaked!”

Your heart sank.

If you had brought him back last night, this wouldn’t have happened.

Nicole’s expression darkened. Before she could say anything, Quinn stormed off, locking himself in the galley kitchen.

Nicole turned to Olivia, fury in her gaze.

“It was his idea!” Olivia defended.

Nicole shook her head in disappointment. Without another word, she turned and walked back to her room, Mark following with a sigh.

“Told you,” you muttered before getting up, already grabbing clothes for the day.

Breakfast was tense. Quinn had calmed down somewhat, though his mood remained sour. He sat stiffly, barely touching his food as Nicole’s patience wore thin.

“I need your computer, Mom,” he said flatly.

Nicole exhaled through her nose, irritation clear. “Well, I do have work to do.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do all day?” Quinn snapped.

“Enjoy Hawaii. Get in the ocean.”

His expression barely shifted. “The o-” He hesitated. “I did see a whale last night. That… that was pretty cool.”

Nicole sighed, setting down her fork. “Well, you’re not sleeping out there again.”

“Mom, he likes it. He’s communing with nature,” Olivia said mockingly, rolling her eyes.

Nicole shot her a look. “It’s funny how you have so much compassion for strangers, yet you don’t care about your brother.”

Olivia scoffed, brushing her off.

Quinn spoke up again, his voice quieter this time. “I’m gonna need someone’s phone today.” His gaze flickered around the table.

His dad shook his head. His mom didn’t even entertain the idea. Olivia didn’t even pretend to consider it.

Then his eyes landed on you.

You hesitated for only a second. “Sure, you can use mine.”

Olivia’s head snapped toward you in disbelief. “What?”

You ignored her, unlocking your phone. “Here, let me just remove the password so you don’t have to ask me all day-”

“Dude, why would you give him your phone?” Olivia laughed like it was absurd.

You handed it to Quinn, ignoring her. He took it carefully, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer. “Thanks,” he said, quieter this time, but genuine.

Nicole smiled approvingly. “That is so kind of you. If only his sister was like that.”

Olivia ignored the comment, stabbing at her food.

The day passed under the Hawaiian sun, the ocean cooling your skin between lazy dips in the water. From across the beach, you caught glimpses of Quinn, completely engrossed in your phone. He looked happy.

When Olivia wasn’t paying attention, you smiled.

Dinner was a lavish seafood spread, accompanied by a special performance from local staff members. You tried to enjoy it, but Olivia and her mom quickly fell into another argument, souring the evening.

Afterward, you took a long shower before playing a few rounds of cards with Olivia, your phone still in Quinn’s possession. You won, much to Olivia’s dismay, but even that small victory felt hollow.

By the time it was dark, Quinn still hadn’t come back.

His parents had already retreated to their own space. Olivia was brushing her teeth, unaware of your growing concern.

You glanced at the clock. 11 PM.

When Olivia emerged from the bathroom, you made a silent decision, one you should have made the night before.

If Quinn wasn’t back by the time you finished getting ready for bed, you were going to find him.

With or without Olivia’s approval.

As you brushed your teeth, did your skincare routine and brushed your hair, you listened for the door opening but it never did. After fifteen minutes you came back in the room, Olivia had fallen asleep already and you knew it was the perfect moment to look for Quinn.

You snuck out of the room as quietly as possible, letting the door close behind you with a soft thud. Barefoot, you made your way down the hall before reaching the elevator. When the doors opened on the ground floor, you started to follow the signs to the beach. Presuming he was in fact sleeping there.

The cool air of the night blew across your skin, reminding you you were in soft thin pyjamas that didn’t provide much warmth. You glanced around but didn’t see him yet. So you made your way through lounge beds and chairs, heading towards the beach.

QUINN'S POV:

Quinn huffed, stomping his feet on the sand, for the second time this vacation he dragged a lounge bed towards the water along with his duvet. He still had your phone clutched in his hand. When you handed it to him he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, you cared about him enough to give up your own phone and you trusted him with it. 

He positioned the bed on the sand and got comfortable, pulling the duvet over his body. For a moment, he stared at the waves going back and forth. It was already dark but he didn’t feel scared, it was kind of relaxing to be able to sleep outside. Then he remembered your phone.

As he didn’t have to unlock it, it opened immediately. He was kind of getting bored of the mobile games and was thinking of what else to do. Would it be so wrong to take a look through your phone? He shouldn’t, but the idea was very tempting. Maybe he could find out if you somehow, in some universe, returned his feelings.

He knew it was a bullshit excuse but he was nosy, and how would you know? He started in your notes, nothing too special and mostly confusing things that were out of context. Next his eyes stilled on the ‘photo’s’ app, maybe he would find something on there. 

His stomach churned at the idea of violating your privacy like this, but the urge to sift through it pushed the feeling aside. Clicking on the icon, the app opened. 

Holy mother of god. Quinns mouth fell wide open as he was met with pictures of your naked body- in their shared suite.

Your tits on full display, your bare pussy too. There were about six different pictures, all were different poses. It must have been the night you smoked weed with his sister and had forgotten about it in the morning. Some were blurry but about four of them were crystal clear. 

He couldn’t help it, his cock was swelling the longer he stared at your perfect body. Usually just the image of you in a bikini at the beach did it for him but getting to see your naked body- jesus christ. 

Quinn felt horrible, he really did, he shouldn’t be seeing this. It wasn’t meant for him. Or was it? No, he shouldn’t think this way, it’s wrong...and yet his hand clicked on one of the better pictures, the full photo filling the screen. Your hot, naked, beautiful body filled the screen.

His cock was now so painfully hard, he had to take care of it, and he had already seen your naked body now. His free hand snuck under the covers, slid into his shorts and boxers. He let out a groan when his hand wrapped around his length. 

Shit- this was so fucked up, but he was not going to let this opportunity slide. His boxers were too tight for his hand to move freely, he put down your phone and removed his hard on from his underwear. With a quick glance around the beach, he resumed his movements.

Phone back in hand, other hand wrapped around his cock again, he let out soft grunts as he jerked himself off to your picture. And fuck did it feel good, your naked body completely on display for him so he could pleasure himself to it. 

Quinn tugged harder at his cock, letting his thumb occasionally glide over the precum that was now collecting in beads on his tip. Using it as a lube, it let his hand glide more comfortably over his length. “Oh fuck- yes-” He whispered to himself.

God he wished you did this on purpose, and right now, in his mind- you did. The thought spurred him on as his entire body burned with need. A sheen layer of sweat had spread over his skin. His eyes rolled back and lips parted in bliss. 

He pumped his cock faster, eyes locked on the picture before him, he felt like he was going to cum already- much faster than normal. He was so fucking close.

YOUR POV:

Your feet got swallowed by the sand, making your footsteps soundless as you made your way down the beach. Eyes flicking over the horizon, you noticed a familiar mop of hair laying on a lounge bed. Quinn.

Feet carrying you faster, you almost reached him before you heard the quiet groans and heavy breaths coming from him. Was he- jerking off? Everything in you screamed to leave right now but when you got a bit closer, you noticed our own phone in his hand. 

Oh. My. God. 

Your own naked body filled the screen- the nudes Olivia took as a joke when you were high. You completely forgot about them, and now you saw how Quinn's hand was moving frantically under his sheet, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. 

Weirdly enough, anger didn’t bloom in you, but something else entirely. Your heart sped up at the sight of him, that familiar feeling starting to throb between your thighs. Was it even more wrong of you to get off on this? Clearly he was into you as well.

Before you could regret it, you walked to the side of his lounge bed. His movements immediately stilled as he scrambled to turn your phone off. “Holy sh- I’m so sorry! No- no- no- no, I- I’m sorry!” Quinn fully freaked out now, both his hands above the duvet. 

He didn’t notice the smile on your face. “I’m so sorry! Please!” His eyes started to tear up, still he refused to look at you. “Quinn- Quinn!” You interrupted him. “I’m- I’m not mad at you. It’s okay-” He looked at you finally, shock plastered on his face. 

“What?” He couldn’t believe what was happening, did you leave these for him? “Olivia and I got high and we did truth or dare, she dared me to take nudes, I forgot about them in the morning.” You explained, now taking a seat by his covered feet. He did not say anything.

“Do- do you like me?” You decided to ask instead. His entire face was red at this point, and he was embarrassed to admit to himself that he was still hard. Quinn nodded shamefully, he didn’t dare say anything, he was too ashamed of himself. 

“Maybe I like you too.” As those words left your lips, Quinn’s eyes blew wide. Did you really mean that, or was his sister around too and were you playing a prank on him? “And...maybe, I find it kind of hot, you found those photos.” He still couldn’t believe it. 

“What?” It was the only thing that he could say at the moment. Your laugh broke the silence. “You never noticed huh? Why do you think I’ve been trying to make an effort lately? I like you Quinn.” His lips parted once more, eyes still wide, was this a joke?

“I didn’t- notice, are you serious?” He looked at you, still in disbelief as you sat in front of him. You nodded. He looked around the beach, no one else was here. “Can I uhm- touch you?” Now it was him who nodded. 

So you leaned forward, closing in as you scooted closer to him. His eyes were hooded, a pink flush across his cheeks. Quinn’s gaze was now on your lips. Your hand rose to meet the soft skin of his cheek, he closed his eyes upon feeling you. 

Leaning in, you closed your own eyes, before your lips carefully met his. They slotted together perfectly and after a gentle sweet peck, you backed up. “How was that?” You whispered. “G-good.” He replied, his eyes opening, begging for more.

“Have you ever, you know, been with a girl?” His red cheeks deepend at your question, shame filled him once more when he shook his head. “That’s okay, would you like to?” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he nodded. “Tell me Quinn.” 

“I want to, really really badly, especially with you.” He whispered, too afraid to speak up. You smiled and leaned in again. This time he met you halfway and you could taste the lemon soda he had earlier. But he didn’t back up, he placed his hand carefully on your thigh, while your hand rested on his cheek again.

It was him who deepened the kiss, growing more hungry by the second. Quinn couldn’t help himself when you placed your other hand on his neck and softly traced your tongue along his bottom lip, he whimpered. 

You could feel how you were throbbing at this point, it had been a while since a guy had you this worked up. When he allowed you to fully tease him with your tongue, you too let out a muffled moan. Quinn was still hard beneath the sheet, and the kiss only made it worse.

He became more and more desperate, his tongue now met yours and it set your entire body on fire. You really hoped Olivia wouldn’t come out here, because if she did, she would be faced with her brother's tongue down her best friend's throat. 

Your hand that rested on his neck gently went down his body, feeling his warm chest still covered by his blue t-shirt. So you sat there under the cover of the stars, sloppily making out with your best friend's brother.

After a couple of minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to touch him, for him to touch you. So you separated yourself from him. “Would you like to take this further?” He nodded at your words, before his face fell. “I don’t really know what to do though.”

“That’s okay, I do, don’t worry. If you want to stop we’ll stop.” He chuckled at your words, “Trust me I don’t want to stop.” It earned a smile from you before you kissed him again. “Mh- I’m still hard.” He confessed, muffled against your lips. Did he want to spur you on more?

“I would absolutely love to suck you off, but I need you inside me right now.” You whispered once you parted from him again. His eyes followed your movements as you removed your pyjamas, your bare tits met his eyes and he couldn’t look away. 

You removed your underwear as well, before climbing in his lap. “Don’t we need a condom?” He stammered out. “I’m on the pill, we’re good.” You said before pecking his lips. Then you helped him remove his shirt, finally you could gawk at him without it being weird. 

“You’re so fucking hot Quinn.” You almost moaned, it drove him to quickly remove his shorts and boxers beneath the sheets. When you pulled back the sheets, you looked down to see his erection leaking pre-cum. 

“Fuck- a good dick too.” You bit your lip, Quinn’s ragged breathing filled the salty air. “Please- It hurts-” Quinn begged, his hand wrapping around his cock to squeeze himself. You positioned yourself right over his groin and placed your hand on his to drag his tip through your soaked folds. 

You both moaned in unison, it felt way too good. Already you were addicted. Quinn removed his hand to let you take the lead, allowing you to guide his tip to your entrance. You were so wet at this point, the head of his cock easily slipped in. 

Quinn choked on his breath- it was the best thing he had ever felt. Finally he would know what it was like. He begged for you to continue, so you sank lower on his hard length, moans leaving your own lips as he stretched you out. “Fuck Quinn- you’re thick-” You gasped.

When you had fully taken him, you allowed yourself a moment to adjust. Leaning your forehead on his, both your breaths mixed. Quinn then set his feet on the lounge bed, preparing for your movements. 

Stabilising your knees, and hands on Quinn’s chest, you started with gentle grinds on his cock. “Fuck!” Quinn strangled out, the way your walls clenched around him made him see stars. You too started to moan when you fully fuck yourself on his dick. 

Switching between rocking and bouncing, you set a delicious pace as you both chased your highs. “Please- feels so good-” Quinn babbled as his hand now shot to your hips, holding you steady as you fucked him faster. 

If anyone wanted to enjoy a nice night walk now, you were screwed. “Quinn! Fuck baby!” You lost your own mind, but you needed more. You couldn’t cum from just his cock inside you and you noticed he was already getting close.

“Put- put your thumb on my clit-” You breathed out. Quinn started to lightly panic, he had no idea what to do. After a while, you grabbed his hand and guided it between your thighs, halting your movements. 

“Here, put your thumb- like that yes- and just press and move it- fuck like that!” Quinn quickly got the hang of it and you resumed your movements. Your mind was in the clouds and Quinn’s moans and whines only spurred you on more.

Sure his movements on your clit were sloppy as he was very focused on the way you bounced on him but it still did the job. His other hand couldn’t resist grabbing at your left breast, massaging it in his hand. He knew he was not going to last much longer, he wanted you to finish as fast as possible.

“I’m close Quinn- don’t stop-” You moaned, your mind going hazy and movements sloppy as you felt your orgasm near. With particularly fast movements from Quinn on your clit, your breath hitched and you clenched hard around his length as you came.

It was impossible to hold in your cries as your climax consumed you, you held on to Quinn for dear life, who tried to warn you before his own orgasm hit him. It was too late, with a cry of your name he filled you with his cum. The two of you holding on to each other tightly.

“Fuck yes baby fill me- fill me-” You gasped, his spent warm inside you. “Such a good boy-” He moaned at your words, he was sure he had never come this hard in his life. Wrapped around each other, you stayed like that for a while.

“Was it good? Your first time?” You asked, leaning back a bit to kiss his cheek. His dick had softened inside you, but neither of you dared to move. “It was amazing, thank you.” He breathed out, still on a high. 

“Good.” You chuckled. It felt good to be wrapped up in his arms, to hold him. His spent still inside you, leaking out already. What you did not realise was a person standing far, far away at the entrance of the beach. Your eyes flicked over as you noticed them.

Shit- Olivia.

Dividers by: @v6que

[messenger-of-babel]

Could you write about the sweetheart grips? Soldiers in ww2 used to put photos of their lovers on the grips of their guns and I think that would be cute with Jason.

Eye for An Eye

Summary: Jason keeps a photo of you in his gun to keep you close to him, even in his hardest moments. (Jason Todd x reader)

Word Count: 2.7K

Notes: dear anon I really, really wanted to make this sweet. But then I got an angst idea and- I tried to do it justice without too many tears. Forehead kisses for you because as soon as you sent this in I legit thought about this idea for like three days straight I fell in love with the concept. I might use it again for other Jason fics you got me hooked (I was a MASSIVE military history nerd). Warnings for description of violence and injury, character death, some choppy writing. Back onto my angst train, I'm so sorry y'all (I'll write this concept sweeter sometime, I SWEAR).

ALSO HAPPY 100 POSTS. It's crazy when I remember I'm still a baby blog. <3

Enjoy~! RiRi xoxo <3

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Bruce had never been one for guns, and while Jason was Robin, he hadn't either.

He didn't consider himself a particularly violent child or had any real craving to use weapons. After all, he never really hit anyone who didn't deserve it, and he got great satisfaction of getting back at people who thought they could hurt innocent civilians just because they were bigger and older than him.

That was until he was taken by Joker and showed just how much hurt someone older and bigger than could inflict.

April 27th, the date that the Joker killed Jason Todd.

Now, he couldn’t imagine his hands without the comforting grip of his pistol. The grips were designed just for him, slotting into the contours of his fingers and worn away in the areas he instinctually rubbed. They were wide so they sat snug in his large palms, with a coarse texture in the areas he habitually flexed. The grip allowed it to stick to his gloves for a steadier shot while it would simply irritate anyone else who tried to hold them.

Everyone knew that those guns were Jasons, but nothing said it quite like the new addition of the faded photo tucked into the grips. The colt's had originally come with wooden handgrips, which were quickly removed while he made his modifications.

"You know the Bat isn't gonna be happy with you getting another set of guns." Dick calls out, approaching his worktable in the cave. Jason just grunts at him over his shoulder, making sure he keeps the screws where he can see them.

"Bruce can honestly suck it up." he huffs, the mention of the Bat souring his demeanour immediately. Jason had wanted to do this in his apartment for this exact same reason. He knew Stephanie would annoy him with questions if she caught sight of him, and that Tim would interject constantly with 'improvements' he deemed necessary. Duke he could deal with, and Cass would leave him well enough alone.

Dick and Damian just managed to piss him off simply existing sometimes.

Mostly when he was already in a bad mood.

His older brother trots down the stairs, a frown forming on his face as he puts his hands on his hips to observe.

"Quiet." Jason mumbles flatly, knowing the older vigilante was giving him a disapproving stare. Dick ignores him, eyeing the photo tucked up near his water bottle.

"Jason," he says, voice a warning tone.

"I said quiet." he cuts off, wiping the area down with a damp cloth. Dick just sighs behind him as Jason gingerly picks up the photo, rubbing his calloused thumbs over it. Dick wants to say something as he eyes the photo but can't bring himself to speak above the block in his chest. He watches the tension ease from his brother’s shoulders, the muscles that had been stiffly held by his ears for weeks. The scowl he wore softened slightly, and he could actually hear him exhale for once instead of wondering if his chest actually was moving or not. Instead, Dick sighs in reluctance, giving in. Dick watches him with sad eyes, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a slight squeeze. "Don't forget to, you know," he leans forward slightly and draws a circle with his finger on a certain point of the photo. Jason's face ripples with a flash of pain, but he watches his younger brother grit his teeth and nod.

"Look after yourself, Jay." he murmurs, pulling back. "Don't do anything stupid."

Jason waits a little bit before turning back the photo, ensuring that Dick had left the cave. A still silence settled over the dim space once more. It didn't help the hum in his head, making his fingers and muscles shake, the white noise refusing to settle in his conscious. He gently drew on the photo of you with pencil, tracing the shape that he needed for the grip and ensuring that you weren't cut out by accident.

It was a favourite photo of his, taken at one of Bruce's galas. He hadn't wanted to go, hardly showing to the events in the first place. "Full of rich idiots trying to get even richer." he had told you, tossing a look over his shoulder to you. You were standing at the door, holding the invite that had been slipped through the mail slot. You waved the thick cardstock, a small smile on your face. "Aw, but I was kinda looking forward to going." you say, looking over the details. "I think it'll be fun."

"The only one who thinks those things are fun are Dick and Steph if she's around. Tim will get bored and probably turn into a loan shark if left unattended too long. So yeah, fun." he grumbled.

"What about Dami?"

Her turns around, eyebrows raised.

"I’m sorry?" he asks. "When did we start calling the demon child, Dami? We're on nickname level now?"

He hates how his heart flutters in his chest when he hears you laugh, melting away his annoyance.

"He's sweet, just a little prickly. like you." you grin, coming to wrap your arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips.

"Yeah, he's sweet to you, he's a little shit to everyone else." he grumbles.

"Sounds like someone else I know." you tease.

He can't help but grin, sighing out through his nose softly. "Fine. we can go." he grumbles, knowing he won’t be able to stay mad at you for long.

The photo he traces was from that night, you tucked into his side. You're staring at the camera with a sparkle in your eye, lips pulled back into a wide grin. You're wearing black to fit the theme of the ball, with red accents, matching him. He’s got his arm around your shoulder, taking the photo with you pressed up against him. He thinks you look stunning, eyes twinkling at him from the page.

He takes the exacto knife and gently runs it over the image, cutting himself out so that he can focus on you. The piece pops free, and he trims the edges. His heart thrums as he slides you onto the handle, fluttering with a tame delight.

"Don't forget to, you know..."

Dick’s voice floats back into his mind, and the corners of his lips twitch downwards once more. Reluctantly he pulls your photo from the handle and reaches for a screwdriver to his left, bringing it above the paper. He feels like he's about to stab you, the way the metal tip hovers above the image smiling back at him.

But he does it, heart clenching with each scrape across your eyes, slowly erasing the twinkle he loved so much. There's something sickening about the feeling of scratching your face out, the gritty sound of the photo tearing and leaving white streaks in its wake making his stomach flip. Finally, it's done, stark white lines blotting out your gaze. All that's left is the upturn of your lips, and the soft smile you wore.

With a heavy sigh Jason slots it back onto the handle, placing the clear protector over you. At least nothing could damage you more than he already had. He told himself it was for the better, as he cleaned his hands on a nearby rag and bit the inside of his cheek. You weren't the most supportive of his guns, but you liked that they kept him safe. You had had a few conversations with him about it but never an argument. He wanted to keep you close, but he knew he wasn't going to be an idiot about it. He wanted to protect you, hide your identity from any eagle-eyed thugs.

"Besides," he thought to himself. "Don't want em seeing what I'm about to do."

Maybe it was for the best that he covered your face for this.

His body hums with adrenaline, still alone in the Batcave. With scarred fingers he screws the cover onto the grip, clear cover sitting flush and keeping your photo secure. Jasons tosses it a few times in his hand, getting used to the feeling of the new colt pistols and making sure you weren't going to shake loose. When he was content, he looked over his shoulder, scanning the shadows for movement.

He knew that Bruce would condemn his actions, he didn’t even need to ask on that front. Dick would be understanding but try to hold him back, and Tim would try to talk him out of it. The only person he felt that silently agreed with him was Damian, the pair of them fostering an unlikely bond in the last few weeks.

Everyone in the manor knew what Jason was thinking.

What Jason was doing spending his nights in the Batcave, the one place he had grown to hate ever since coming back.

What he contemplated as he haunted the halls of the manor, the place he often traded in for the comfort of his downtown apartment.

Everyone knew what Jason was going to do tonight, yet none of them were game enough to say it out loud or stop him.

Therefore, Jason took their silence as compliance because he knew somewhere deep down, they wanted him to do it.

Or was he deluding himself?

He shook the thought from his head, holstering the newly decorated pistol. He was already dressed and strapped for this mission, no turning back now. With heavy hands he donned his helmet, taking a deep breath as he pushed Jason aside to become Red Hood. The air was still, as if the Batcave was filled with spirits watching him in silence as he mounted the bike and pressed the key for the garage door, speeding out.

He was already haunted by too many ghosts.

The streets of Gotham were relatively quiet, the usual alleys he stalked devoid of the thugs he would have expected. It seemed that even the city was holding its breath, civilians tucked safely inside. He knew where he was going.

He had been receiving mocking invites in the mail for the last week, notes attached to crime scenes in a gory fashion just to mock him. So really, it was no surprise when he arrived at Gotham cemetery, parking outside and not even bothering to kill the engine. He wasn’t going to be long anyways.

Just past the cemetery was the crumbling shell of Arkham, ivy covering the brickwork and roof caving in. His boots crushed broken panes of glass as he entered the decaying mental hospital, leaves scattered through the building from wrinkled trees that had cracked through the floors. He slowly made his way to the upper floor, where he had seen the lights.

Instinctually he reached for his gun, and he felt his heart calm sliding his hand over your picture secured into his sweetheart grip. He hadn't felt this anxious fighting in a while, unused to the way that his pulse thudded against his neck or the dryness that crept into his mouth. The corridor felt like it stretched on forever, making his vision swim trying to reach the light at the end.

Candlelight flickered weakly at the end of the hall, luring him in like a moth. As he stepped in he took note of it, hand tightening. Jason knew he was going to play with him, taunt and torture him. The images of you taped up on the peeling walls were enough. Photos that spanned back months, photos of you on dates, at work, in his car, in your apartment, blurry photos of you and him in his bed. His thumb instinctually placed itself over your eyes, despite them already being scratched out.

He didn't need you seeing the messy patchwork of your life.

Jason didn't even mind the photos, knowing the sadist would be doing something like that. What he did mind though were the images of you from three weeks ago, the same images that Dick had refused to let him see, that Tim wiped off the Batcomputer hard drive and Babs had removed from the GCPD database. The ones displaying the blood, the bone, the bruising.

Your eyes, unseeing.

Everything that was so familiar to him, but so foreign on you.

Everything that that one curved piece of metal had caused way back when, stained a dark brown. The same piece of metal that was sitting in the middle of the desk at the centre of the crude shrine, drying with a fresher coat of oxidised red.

He felt his heart rise to his throat, but he wasn’t sure if it was bile in his throat or the taste of blood from his bitten lip. His grip turned white, muscles flexing under the skin and pressing unnaturally hard. He felt the green tinged mania inside him rear its head, threatening to take over his mind and act purely on instinct. The Lazarus pit clawed and pulled at his soul harder that it had in years, gasping at him like a beggar, screaming for a shred of violence to feed it.

He knew the game. He knew all of this was to provoke him, try to get Jason to release the rage inside him. The monster wanted to see him squirm, see him struggle to keep himself in check. He wanted to watch Jason Todd fight against the Red Hood, watch the Bats moral code play out on his face.

Well, Jason wasn't Batman. He wasn't Bruce.

As soon as a skinny figure moved from the shadows to his right, his pistol was out in a flash. His free hand ripped the mask from his face, jaw tight and eyebrows furrowed, but he felt more relaxed than he had been in ages.

He was no Batman. He was Jason Todd.

And Jason was going to do the one thing Bruce had always been too much of a coward to do.

With one crisp bang the clown couldn’t get a single word out before he was splayed on the floor. As Jason stepped over the body he regarded it apathetically, barely biting down the urge to step on it. The bastards’ lips were pulled back in a wide smile, even in death. Maybe he had expected Jason to do this, maybe it was his last hurrah as an asshole, but Jason didn't care.

He didn’t even feel scared at the idea of the aftermath as a retraced his steps out of the abandoned building, mounting his still-running bike.

There hadn't been a single gloat before the gun cracked through the night, not a single joke or pun or taunt to leave the devil’s mouth. Bruce might have entertained it, let him play it out, but not Jason.

For Jason, everything that needed to be said had been said in actions.

The air was strangely cool, devoid of the humidity that nomrally hung in the streets. The city itself seemed to be sighing, taking a breath like the chord holding the city on a leash had been cut. He relished the feeling of it on his skin, the cracks in his suit letting the breeze run across his knuckles and where his mask met his neck. He imagined the cool fingers were you, cradling his face and whispering for him to take a rest, and he let his eyes flutter closed briefly.

 As he hit a red light he took a pause, reaching his hand down to pat where you were, tucked tightly under his hip. He didn't care what the reaction was going to be when he reached the manor, or the screaming match that was likely going to destroy what was left of his relationship with his pseudo father. All that matters is that he had done right by you, that he had done what he wished someone had done for him.

April 17th, the night Jason Todd killed the Joker.

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

ONE — who is that hunk?

MASTERLIST | START | NEXT

warnings: idk if people will be thrown off by the fact that there is the word 'oppa' inside here. i know people find it a little weird to hear/read this word but there is no other term for younger sisters to call their older brothers in korean. besides, jay and (name) are siblings. i'm not going to use gēgē bc they're korean and not chinese.

there is a chapter under the cut!!

WC: 1.1K words

you had essentially thrown your phone into your pocket. you were annoyed. if you could telepathically talk to jay, you would. you would also throw a giant book right to his stupid big forehead.

"that fucking asshole." you had groaned. a friend of yours slung her arms around your shoulder as you were about to walk out of the classroom.

whilst you were distracted, a group of young boys (they were the same age) passed by secretly outside of your classroom. one of them pointed at you and gestured to go somewhere towards your best friend. she nods. they had quickly left and went towards the entrance of the school.

"hey, i heard what happened. do you wanna go to the bookstore and possibly find some of your favourite comics? to cheer you up?" she asks.

"saving my money up. besides, my mom and dad already scolded me for reading that comic. they said it was a distraction to my studies. can't buy it anymore, i'll pass on the bookstore trip." you had walked out of the gate.

the boy tilts his head as he watches you leave with your head down. he turns to your friend.

"did she say no?" your friend nods.

"yeah, sorry myung jaehyun. she's feeling down. it's her fifth time this month, having to ask her parents to come down to school." rei mentions. jaehyun sighs, there was no way he could be able to convince you now.

you had started to walk towards your home. kicking the pebbles along the pavement. stupid, jay. why couldn't he just be a great brother for once. you had seen a very cute black cat just sitting outside of your home. it was a stray cat that frequented around your home. your parents fed it everyday hence it stuck around your home.

you had gone over to pick it up, it meows in your hold. you had tapped it's nose and it licks your finger.

"stupid, jay. why couldn't he just agree to whatever i wanted to say. annoying asshole." you had ranted to the cat. it mewls a little. "you kinda look like my brother but much cuter." you had huffed.

"don't be like him. he's so annoying." you say before letting the cat go. it roams around and rubs itself against your leg. you had walked towards the gate of your home.

"oh, sweetie. you're back." your mom says as she puts the groceries into their respective spots. "your brother is back-"

"jay is back?" you had thrown your bag onto the couch and quickly bolted up the stairs. your feet were hastily making it's way to your brother's room. just as you made it to the room, you spot someone...

"jay...?" did your brother get plastic surgery? "oppa, you've gotten a lot more handsome..."

the guy seems confused. just before he could say anything, jay walks right into his room.

"hey little demon, missed me?" you turned around hearing your older brother's voice. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"you- who's that?" you had pointed to the guy sitting right on the couch in your brother's room.

"that's my friend, sunghoon. he just came in because we're going somewhere after this."

you remembered you had to stick to your plan of getting your brother to talk to your teacher. you had clung onto jay's arms. he looks down at your weirdly.

"what?"

"oppa." you had bat your lashes. jay scrunches up his face. "I need your help."

"no."

your eyes had widened at his rejection. you could feel the tears starting to invade your eyes. jay notices it.

"hey, wait. don't you dare-" and right before he even finishes his sentence. you had yelled out to your mom whilst sobbing.

she yells out from downstairs to jay. your wails don't stop though so she climbs up the stairs and pinches his ears before dragging him down. you had hid behind sunghoon so that he could shield you away from jay. jay couldn't fight back your mom and so he simply just let it happen, while groaning in pain. after they both were gone, you were sniffling. sunghoon turns around and slightly lowers himself to your height.

"could you pass me a tissue paper?" you had requested. sunghoon grabs a piece of tissue from the tissue box and hands it over to you. it's almost like you can see the slight concern and worry in his eyes. "don't worry, this always happens." you assured.

"well, i thought you wanted your brother's help? how are you going to ask him for help when you got him into trouble?" sunghoon asks. the realisation dawns upon you, you felt the tears filling up. what were you going to do now?

sunghoon could tell you were about to cry again. he panics a little. "hey, hey. don't cry. umm, how about you tell me and i'll try and convince jay, hmm?"

"it's no use. he won't do it now."

"he's not that petty. he'll probably do it since you're his little sister." sunghoon explains.

"no. you don't get it. he won't do it either ways." you kept silent for a bit until an idea pops up in your head. you had looked up at sunghoon.

"oppa, maybe you could help me." you say. sunghoon tilts his head.

"help with?"

"my mom and dad have to meet with the teacher and umm they've already met a couple of times this month. i don't want to trouble them to come over again so i wanted to ask jay oppa..."

sunghoon sighs, "and since this whole thing happened. you can't ask him."

"yes but i have a plan." you had grabbed sunghoon's wrist. "oppa, can you meet my teacher? pretend to be jay oppa. please." you had swung his hand around.

sunghoon looks at you. he was hesitant to do this. he sighs once again. just before you could say anything, jay walks in. he grabs his clothes.

"we need to leave, hoon." jay says. sunghoon hums. jay looks over at you. "please exit my room. i need to change."

"i'm not leaving if sunghoon oppa isn't. i don't think he wants to see your body too."

jay rolls his eyes. "fine."

both you and sunghoon left and went downstairs. there was very little time you have to convince sunghoon.

"please, oppa. it's really urgent." you had begged. you could hear jay's footsteps coming down.

"what are you two plotting?" jay asks. he pats sunghoon on the shoulders. "you better be following me. we have to go now." he says before leaving the home.

"which school do you go to?" sunghoon asks.

you had a glimmer of hope. "Decelis High." you had quickly mentioned. sunghoon nods. he goes to leave but you had stopped him. "s-so are you are you going?"

"we'll see." was all he said before he left. "see you, (name)." he waves.

you watched as his figure slowly disappears into the trees along with your brother's. your shoulder slumps.

you're screwed.

a/n: holy shit, first episode. also the first meeting for our two lovely main characters. let's gaur!! also just imagine seeing sunghoon wearing this when (name) first sees him. oooo gurl, i'd kick my feet and roll around in my bed like later at night.

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Okay! Queen Odile AU lore!!

Odile's mom was a princess of Vaugarde, second in line to the throne. (I shall call her The Princess since she's unnamed.) She went on a long diplomatic visit to Ka Bue, where she had an affair with Odile's dad, who was very important, but in an off to the side way, like the number one military general or something. The Princess was so in love and decided she wanted to basically abdicate her position and just stay in Ka Bue with The General! So she had her little romance, and Odile was born in Ka Bue.

But The Princess didn't end up liking the baby that much at first sight, and since she's royalty she didn't actually have to stay around the baby long enough to maybe eventually bond, she's got nursemaids for that. And she got annoyed that her lover did want to spend all this time with the baby instead of foisting it off. So things were a little rocky! But then the Queen of Vaugarde died, which is obviously a whole thing, so The Princess went home to help deal with all that. She claimed that she didn't want to bring the baby because it would be such a scandal that the poor thing just wouldn't be safe there, so the baby should stay in Ka Bue and she would come back when she could. And then proceeded to never come back!

So Odile was raised around the Ka Buan court, but not directly part of it. It was known that her mom was Vaugardian Royalty, which is kind of a big deal, but also didn't actually matter here? Especially since she was born out of wedlock. But still! So people had quite a lot of different attitudes towards her as she grew up: Intimidated, derisive, ingratiating, jealous... definitely a weird position to be in. But even aside from being a bastard, Odile was a solid dozen people down in the line of succession, so it shouldn't have ever amounted to anything more than a weird, alienating fun fact.

Except then The Princess's older brother — now King of Vaugarde — and his prince-consort, and their four children and nine grandchildren, all died to a carefully poisoned meal. So suddenly The Princess was next in line, and without any heirs herself, succession would fall afterwards to her younger brother and his children. She suspected that the prince was behind the poisoning, and The Princess — now The Queen — would be his next target, so she schemed up a trap with herself as bait, and she did manage to get the assassin caught in the act! However, they were caught too late, and The Queen had only minutes left to live.

She was hopeful that the assassin would confess who hired them in order to avoid immediate execution, but it would be a bit of a process to confirm the story, arrest the prince and put him on trial, and strip him of his title and right to the throne — a process that the prince would stop as soon as he became King. In fact, the assassin might even count on their execution taking longer than The Queen's death, and thus not confess at all, counting on the prince to pardon him.

So as her last revenge, The dying Queen announced that she'd secretly married The Ka Buan General all those years ago, and given birth to a child, who was her true heir and thus next in line to the throne. Since the heir wasn't present, acting power defaulted to the Royal Advisor, as happens when the Monarch is ill or on a diplomatic mission or otherwise unavailable for a time. Advisor Euphrasie's first priority was getting rid of the prince, of course; while she couldn't strip him of his title without royal decree, she did everything she could short of that, so the heir could formally renounce and banish him as soon as they arrived.

Meanwhile, a carefully-chosen, loyal retinue was sent to Ka Bue by ship to retrieve the heir. Odile was shocked to learn she was next in line, and considered abdicating on the spot, since she was so utterly unrelated to the Vaugardian court despite her technical blood relation. Surely it would be the right thing to do, to pass on the right to rule to someone who knew what they were doing? But... she had always wanted to go to Vaugarde. And she had spent much of her life observing the Ka Buan court and thinking about how much better she'd run things if she was in charge, first with the petulance of a little girl who'd been told she was a princess, and then with the annoyance of a woman who considered herself the most competent person in most any room. And with her father recently dead, there wasn't really anyone she'd miss in Ka Bue.

When she heard about the assassination, that sealed it, and she agreed to be crowned Queen of Vaugarde, despite having never set foot there. Luckily her father had insisted she be tutored in Vaugardian language and politics, at least! Though she was now starting to wish she'd paid more attention to the details she'd once found uselessly irrelevant to herself.

Of course, there was the little issue that The late Princess hadn't actually married The late General, meaning Odile was illegitimate and so was her claim to the throne. She didn't know that that was a problem, though, nor did the Vaugardian delegation think to officially question it. Odile's existence was a deus ex machina that saved the country from being ruled by a power-hungry murderer! Of course the hand-chosen retinue wasn't going to go looking for any flaws in the story. However, since shock at The Princess's secret marriage was one of the biggest topics du jour, anyone who happened to hear that The General hadn't married her would recognize the contradiction immediately. And once that sort of news has come to light it's near-impossible to stop it from spreading, and if it reached the prince's supporters, there's no way they wouldn't get Odile deposed.

Within days of the Vaugardian delegation's arrival, someone ended up in the right place at the right time (with knowledge of the right language) to overhear a dockworker mention their surprise that a bastard would be allowed to inherit the Vaugardian throne: Siffrin, a traveler who'd started working on the ship's crew just a couple months ago. Siffrin thought it did seem weird that Vaugarde would do that, so he consulted Pétronille — an assistant chef from the castle kitchen — because that's who he'd befriended over the journey, because she made much better food than the ship's usual cook. She said yes, it would be a huge problem if everyone found out that Odile's parents hadn't been married, so they needed to tell someone higher up who could do something about it. But they'd have to pick carefully, because however careful Euphrasie had been to only send trusted servants on the journey, there was still a chance the prince's supporters had managed to slip a spy in somewhere.

Pétronille ended up bringing Siffrin to Mirabelle, a handmaiden who she said Euphrasie seemed to favor. Mirabelle was very concerned, and said the best way to stop anyone else from learning about this would probably be to just leave Ka Bue right away, instead of giving Odile the planned several weeks to pack and say goodbye and get her affairs in order. But that would require explaining why to Odile, and Mirabelle had barely interacted with her so far and thought she seemed rather cold. She was worried there was a chance Odile would try to get rid of any Vaugardians who knew the secret, to ensure it wouldn't spread. Hopefully she'd just leave them in Ka Bue since everyone here knew anyway, but then, a member of the Vaugardian retinue would also be more invested than anyone else here, so maybe she'd have them killed to make sure they didn't just find their own way back to Vaugarde. If she was that terrible, maybe she wouldn't be a better ruler than the prince after all, but either way someone would be dead.

Siffrin offered to be the one to tell her, but Mirabelle insisted he shouldn't take that risk for the sake of a country that isn't even his. She ended up deciding to ask her good friend Isabeau — a member of the castle guard — to come with her to talk to Odile, because together they'd have a much better chance of fighting their way out, if it came to that. Pétronille and Siffrin would stay back on the ship and act like they didn't know anything, so if Odile did react poorly, they could wait until the prince had been exiled and then tell Euphrasie about Odile's illegitimacy.

Luckily Odile is like. not awful. So she was very grateful to Mirabelle for explaining! Mirabelle and Isabeau helped finish her packing quickly while Odile went and told everyone that she wanted to leave that very evening in order to sooner punish her mother's killer. After they were settled on the ship for the journey home, Odile thanked Mirabelle and Isabeau again and said that she was glad to already have people she knew she could trust. Mirabelle explained that it was actually Siffrin and Pétronille who realized the problem and brought it to her attention, so Odile summoned them and thanked them too!

Odile spent the journey studying Vaugardian culture, laws, and politics. She ended up consulting with Mirabelle, Isabeau, Pétronille, and Siffrin for their opinions fairly often; Siffrin was baffled because he wasn't even Vaugardian, and Pétronille tried to insist that she was new to the castle and didn't know anything about politics, but Odile said that's exactly why she wanted their perspectives too. By the time they arrived in Vaugarde, she'd promised promotions to the three that were already working in the castle: Mirabelle would be her lady-in-waiting, Isabeau would be one of her personal royal guards, and Pétronille would be her private chef, for snacks and breakfasts and anything that's otherwise not a whole event. And her younger sibling was welcome to help, and Odile would be happy to arrange some decent education for them, too.

She wanted to give Siffrin a job, too, but that was trickier because they were currently just some random sailor. She could grant them Vaugardian citizenship easily enough, but it wouldn't be a good idea to hire them straight into something high level, not when she was still establishing her own position in court. But she didn't want to just make them some random low-level servant, she wanted to be able to keep consulting with them! (And also hanging out. But she wasn't just gonna say that she's about to be alone among possibly-hostile strangers and she'd rather keep as many familiar faces at her side as possible.) So Isabeau suggested Siffrin be Odile's court jester; it was a position with no power that was only intermittently filled, so no one would be upset about her putting some random person there, but Siffrin would get to hang around court and wouldn't answer to anyone other than Odile.

And then they get to Vaugarde! Odile is crowned, banishes the prince, and promotes everyone as promised. Her position in court isn't terrible to start with, but it's precarious; the majority of the nobility are glad that she was able to get rid of the prince, but some people would rather have a murderer on the throne than a foreigner, and then there's the ex-prince's children and his "former" supporters. And even with the people who were glad that she banished the prince, well, that's done! They don't necessarily want her to stay in power. And if any of her enemies found out her claim is illegitimate, that would be the end. So she's gotta deal with the scheming court and make sure her secret doesn't get out, and hopefully figure out a permanent solution so that it's no longer a threat, all while adjusting to suddenly being true royalty, on top of regular culture shock. And, of course, leading a country. But luckily she has her advisor Euphrasie, her lady-in-waiting Mirabelle, her royal guard Isabeau, her personal chef Pétronille, and her court jester Siffrin (and his headmate Loop lmao) at her side. And Bonnie! ^^

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Return of Hush | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician

Synopsis: One of Batman and Bruce Wayne’s notorious villains return. Thomas Elliot is not done with Bruce Wayne, not after Wayne ruined his plans.

Bring your kid to work day has always been part of Wayne Enterprises’ culture. At least once every quarter, employees can bring their kids to the workplace where HR and the others have planned a nice day filled with things to entertain the kids and show them what their parents do on a daily basis. The little event was started by Thomas Wayne then, when he brought Bruce to Wayne Enterprises and the boy had a realization as to why his father was always so busy—aside from his duty as surgeon in Sacred Heart, Thomas Wayne was also running a company.

Seeing it brought light to Bruce’s curiosity of why parents have to work instead of staying at home to play, Thomas introduced Bring Your Kid to Work Day at Wayne Tower. Which his son has kept up to this day.

At first, Bruce liked the little event for the parents and their children because he just likes kids. Bruce Wayne, while the media paints it otherwise, has a kindheart for kids. He would make an effort to see the children who would come to Gotham and show how much he appreciates their parents’ work in the company.

Now that he was a father to, not only six or seven other teens and adults, but to a young girl, Bruce can now join in on the fun of it. 

He did bring Dick and the others to Wayne Enterprises during Bring Your Kid to Work Day, but neither of them had the enthusiasm as Valerie had right now as she sat in her car seat with Damian at the back. Her eyes widened in awe as they entered the underground parking of Wayne Tower.

“Are you excited, Val?” Bruce asked her.

“I wanna see where you work!” Valerie said.

“But you’ve been there many times now,” he said but he still smiled.

“But not today! Momma said there’s going to be games and food and–”

“Annoying children running around the work area,” Damian grumbled.

Valerie turned to her older brother and stuck out her tongue at him. In return, Damian pinched her cheek. 

Valerie whined, “Damian!”

“Do that again and I’ll pinch you harder,” Damian threatened but he didn’t mean it. Of all the people Damian has met it was only Valerie who could make Batman’s bloodthirsty son soft and understanding. 

You won’t see Damian wear a funny hat or a onesie unless Valerie begs him to. 

Out of the car, Bruce handed Valerie her backpack—a Robin backpack—and carried her in his arms so he doesn’t have to bend down to holder her hand while they walked. Entering the building the Wayne family was greeted by the staff and were gushing over Valerie and Damian.

“Oh, she’s grown up so much now!”

“Damian, you’ve grown taller!”

“Did you come for the games later?” 

Many greeted the Wayne children with so much enthusiasm that Valerie hid her face on her father’s shoulder. 

One of the things Valerie inherited from their mother. She was very much sensitive to people around them, especially with their emotions. Hers was heightened though, and right now, since she’s still not trained to use her magic, it was like an explosion of energy around her that either tires her out or overwhelms her. Especially when that energy is towards her.

Seeing his sister’s mood dropping, Damian asked his father to hand her over to him so he could do what she loves. He tucked her in his jacket and carried her like a joey in a kangaroo’s pocket. It only made the others gush more but Valerie felt safe with her brother.

“Ah, Mr. Wayne!” Lucius Fox appeared with his son, Luke Fox—Batwing. 

“Lucius, Luke,” Bruce greeted the father and son.

“And what do we have here?” Luke chuckled at the sight of Damian and Valerie. “A kangaroo and its joey. How cute! Can I? I gotta send this to Dick.” Only when Damian nodded did Luke take out his phone and took a picture of Damian and Valerie. Soon the whole group chat was bursting.

“You said you were only sending it to Grayson,” Damian stated.

Luke only shrugged, smirking. 

Great, now he has everyone teasing him about this.

“I do hope Damian and Valerie will enjoy today’s event,” said Lucius. “HR has prepared a fun day today for the kids.”

“Games?” Valerie asked Lucius.

“Yes, Ms. Valerie, there will be games,” Lucius messed with her hair. 

“Momma?” she turned to her father.

“Your Mom’s at campus today, Val. But she promises to be here to meet us,” said Bruce. 

After saying goodbye to Lucius and Luke, Bruce brought his children to his office. Damian has set down Valerie on the corner where her playpen was. Bruce had it built there so whenever Valerie will be brought over to stay with him whenever Vivian was busy and Alfred was feeling under the weather, she had her place. But after she put down her things—making sure Batplush was sitting upright—Valerie ran to her father’s side and climbed up on his lap so she could see his work.

There were so many numbers and graphs and works on his screen, and so much paper.

“That’s a lot,” Valerie commented.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, these aren’t due until next week. Today, I’ll just work for a bit then we can have fun with the others. Is that okay?” Bruce said to her.

“Uh-huh! Momma said Damian and I can walk around.”

Bruce turned to his son to see if he was alright with that and, as expected, Damian was already calling for Valerie to join his side. 

“We’ll be back before lunch,” Damian said to him. “Say goodbye to Father, Val.”

“Bye, Dad!” Valerie waved and left.

Bruce’s smile didn’t leave him even when Valerie and Damian have gone through the door and he was alone in the office. Though she was already six, it was still surreal that he was bringing her Bring Your Kid to Work Day at Wayne Tower.

His smile only grew when he saw Vivian calling on his phone.

“Hello?” Bruce greeted her.

“I guess you’re settled in now,” Vivian said to him. “Good. Where are Damian and Val?”

“Walking around Wayne Tower, we’ll meet up again by lunch.”

“Good, I asked him to. I know that even if today is about the parents and the kids, you still have work to do.”

“I do, but nothing too heavy.”

“Still, you gotta work to keep the roof over our heads,” she joked.

“And so do you.”

“Ha! I bet my salary can only pay for the groceries and the kids’ schooling. By the way, has Damian mentioned about his application to Universities?”

“He hasn’t but we can talk about it when we get home.”

“Okay, I just… I just want to make sure that he’s okay with everything. I gotta go—have fun today, okay?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The call ended just as Bruce’s secretary knocked on his door and entered the office, bringing with her more papers and today’s newspaper too. It was then he realized he didn’t get to read today’s paper during breakfast with Valerie and Damian preparing for today, then Vivian running around because she was running late. It was a hectic morning but they pulled through.

Then he saw it.

The headline of today's news.

After reading it, Bruce immediately called the first person that came to mind.

She answered just a few rings later.

“What's wrong?” Vivian asked. “Forgot something?”

“Have you seen today's paper?”

“I haven't even gotten my morning coffee.”

“Thomas Elliot’s escaped Arkham.”

He could imagine Vivian stopping on her tracks and cursing. Then he heard her shuffling and the sound of the door opening and closing. She's entered an empty room so they can talk privately. 

“How?” She asked.

“I don't know, but what matters now is he's out. Who knows what he'll do now. Vivian---”

“The last time we saw him, he wanted to kill you, Bruce. Because he thinks you stopped him from getting this inheritance first. But now he has a reason to hate Batman, and won't stop until he gets you.”

The first and last time they encountered Hush, Thomas Elliot made an elaborate scheme that involved many of Batman's enemies to keep the Bat off his trail and get to Bruce Wayne. It was one of the most hurtful betrayals that Bruce faced. First Harvey succumbing to Two-Face, then his childhood friend, Thomas, lying to him all this time and making this plan to take him down all because his mother lived after the accident. 

It always starts with violence, Bruce knew that after years of being Batman.

In Thomas Elliot's case it was in his own home. Though the Elliots were one of the richest families in Gotham, inside their home was entire different from how socialite families would present themselves.

Thomas’ father was a violent drunk, and his mother did nothing to protect him from his father. Having had enough, Tommy crafted a scheme to obtain his own fortune. He cut the brake lines on his parents' car, sending the vehicle careening off the side of the road. Tommy’s father was instantly killed, but his mother managed to survive, thanks to emergency surgery by Bruce's father.

His hatred towards his parents led to his hatred towards Bruce who later “had the life he wished” when Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered, leaving Bruce with the Wayne fortune---dubbing him as the youngest billionaire. That mentality then brought the alterego of Hush which haunted Gotham, Bruce, Batman, and the Wayne Household for a time.

“He'll most likely get to me first,” Vivian guessed. “An easier target, vulnerable in campus, unlike in Wayne Tower.”

“Can you---”

“I can't, Bruce…”

Bruce sighed. “Remember the phrase we made for these situations?”

“I do,” Vivian let out a breath. “I'll head to Wayne Tower as soon as I can. I promise. Don't let Damian or Valerie out of your sight. Tell Damian about this too, he needs to know.”

To protect Valerie.

“I will. Stay safe out there, Viv.”

“I will.”

The call ended.

Great, just as he promised Valerie that he will be there for her and not worry about anything else, he now has to worry about Thomas Elliot. 

~ * ~

Her father was distracted. 

Valerie noticed it the moment Bruce came to meet her and Damian so they could head out for lunch. The entire time her dad had that look on his face where his brows would meet, his eyes looking at something---like he was angry, but he wasn't, he’s just thinking. She knew when her father is angry and she's seen it once or twice too. But not towards her nor her brothers and sisters, nor Alfred, and especially not Mom. 

Dad would only get angry at people who tried to hurt her and anyone else, because Dad cares for people. 

After participating in the games with the kids, Valerie ran back to her father with the toy she won---a Superman figurine---to show it to him. Maybe if she gives that to him he’ll cheer up and stop all that thinking.

“Dad!” Valerie showed him the toy.

It took a minute for Bruce to notice, and only did when Damian nudged him, but by the time he looked at Valerie she was already pouting.

“Sorry, Val,” Bruce picked up his daughter and entertained her and the toy she was holding. “Superman, huh? Do you like Superman?”

“I like Superman. He always makes people smile---and Wonder Woman!”

“What about Batman?” Luke joined the conversation, earning a pointed look from Damian. 

“He's scary,” Val began, making Bruce frown, “But's he's really, really nice! Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure thing, kid,” Luke sat down so he could get closer to Val as she whispered: “Batman saved me many times now.”

“Did he?” Luke asked, whispering too. 

“Uh-huh! He's super nice, he even lets me hug him.”

Luke chuckled, looking at Bruce, “Who would have thought Batman is such a sweetie-pie to kids.”

Bruce only hummed in annoyance. 

As Bring Your Kid to Work Day went on with Valerie and Damian participating with the event, and Bruce giving a little speech for everyone, Vivian arrived with some doughnuts and was being helped by one of the staff to get it there for everyone to enjoy.

“I even got vegan doughnuts right here,” Vivian handed the box to one of the staff who she knew was vegan. “Enjoy!”

Right after playing Mrs. Clause with the gift of food, Vivian went to greet her family who was sitting at one of the couches. Damian was the first to greet her and offered to take her bag, but Vivian only hugged him and kissed the top of his head. 

“I'm good, sweetheart,” she told him. “Did you have fun today?”

“Everything was for children, I could have just stayed home and study for my entrance exams.”

“Not that you need to, right?” Vivian teased him.

He didn't reply. For the first time, Damian was actually giving a lot of effort in something that wasn't fighting. He was studying for his entrance exam for university! She knew Damian could ace that exam and get to any college he wanted, yet here he was---giving his all so he could study medicine. 

“One day wouldn't hurt, right?” Vivian told him.

“It wouldn't. And I only came for Val.”

Right on cue, Valerie got down from her father's hold and ran up to her mother. Vivian carried Valerie from the ground and peppered her cheek with kisses. “I missed you, my little munchkin!” 

“Momma!” Valerie laughed. 

Approaching Bruce, Vivian got on her toes to kiss his cheek then asked how he was. Bruce  answered with a “fine” but Vivian could see that he wasn't at all fine. She made an excuse for Valerie and Damian to join the others in the games while she and him talk in private at his office. Once the doors were closed, Bruce did not wait to tell her what was on his mind.

“I've had Barbara do a sweep on the footage on Arkham to see how Elliot got out--if he used a getaway car or did it on foot.”

Vivian frowned. “If he got out on  foot, he wouldn't have gotten far.”

“My thoughts exactly. We'll need to leave early, it's safe to have you and Val at home where Elliot can't get to you.”

“I know,” Vivian  sighed. “I hope with Elliot out, you still enjoyed the day with our kids. Val, especially. As much as you play it cool, my love, you were looking forward to this just too.”

Bruce sat on his leather seat. “Val caught me  thinking. I think I ruined it a bit for her.”

“But she had fun,” Vivian approached him and leaned on his desk beside him. “And you?”

“It would have been better if Elliot wasn't…”

“Running around seeking revenge on Batman and Bruce Wayne? I know… what if he…”

“What?”

“The last we saw him, he took your face, Bruce. That psychopath actually gave himself plastic surgery to look like you… what if he did something while wearing your face.”

“Well, I can count on you as my alibi, and so is Lucius.”

Vivian  frowned. “And if he tries to steal Wayne money again?”

“I've heightened up security for all Wayne Enterprise accounts around the world. He won't get to them unless he has the combination key.”

His and her retinal scan. 

One of the many ways Bruce placed a safeguard on their assets. Since coming to this age, he's taken even more care for all WE assets as realization of him retiring and passing it on to the children, and Valerie---especially, Valerie—was coming close. He wanted them all to be settled. Dick didn't want to run Wayne Enterprises, and Jason has on interested either. Tim was the most eligible candidate and was being trained to run the company when the time comes. With Damian wanting to go to medical school, his priorities will be different and maybe not too corporate. Maybe he could run the hospitals. Then Valerie…

Valerie's too young and it was too early for them to decide if she wants WE at all. But they have settled a trust fund for her.

Vivian went to her husband and brought him to an embrace. “Don't you get tired of this, Bruce?” She whispered.

“I do, but Batman can't.”

“Batman is also a man.”

“No, Bruce Wayne is a man. Batman is a symbol. Batman cannot falter, cannot make mistakes.”

She frowned and all she could do was kiss her husband. “The Bat is a symbol, but the one wearing it is a man. Symbols live forever, Bruce. But you won't. Your body won't.”

He sighed. “I know…”

“Look at that, another strand of white hair,” Vivian teased him.

“Don't remind me.”

~ * ~

No reports came about Elliot nor Hush. Everything was quiet in Gotham---it didn't ease Bruce's worries. He has both day and night patrols on the lookout of Thomas Elliot. But it was hard to do with the fact Elliot currently has Bruce’s face, and could possibly fix that face to be someone else.

“So far there aren't any sightings or suspicious behaviors around,” said Tim.

“And no reports of Bruce Wayne being in places he shouldn't be at,” said Oracle. 

“I see. Keep an eye out for now. Batman, out.”

Ending the call, Bruce pulled down the cowl and climbed the stairs back to the manor. He only realized it was morning now when the sunlight hit his eyes and he heard Valerie's voice coming towards the hall—

Shit!

Bruce went back inside the clock and closed its door. He waited for her to pass the clock, she was talking to her Alfred about this dream she had and how she played in a beautiful garden with a tall man wearing black and a little girl with red hair. It was fun, she said. Then when she disappeared to the end of the hall, Bruce cautiously got out of the cave and peeked his head out to see if the coast was clear.

“She’s not here, you can come out now,” Vivian came to the clock, wearing her work-clothes and holding a cup of coffee.

“I didn’t know it was that late now,” Bruce sighed and accepted the cup.

“When was the last time you worked up until this time? You haven’t slept for forty-eight hours, Bruce. And the sleep you got before that was just an hour, so technically you've been awake for sevey-one hours. Go upstairs and rest. Batman can't function like this. As much as we say this,” she pointed on the bat symbol on his chest, “is a symbol. The one behind it. The one wearing it is a man. And a man has limits.”

“Elliot is still out there.”

“We’ll be safe, GCPD is on high alert too.”

“I can’t rest until I know he’s behind bars and you both are not in harm's way.”

Vivian cupped his face and said to him, “Sleep. And don't make me put a spell on you to do so.”

“You wouldn't.”

“I wouldn't because I know you hate that---not having control of your own body, I mean, who doesn't? But for your sake, I just might. So don't make me do something you know you’ll hate me for.”

He smiled. “I might be angry for a while, pissed, but never hate. I can never hate you,” he leaned down to kiss her. “And what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen, okay? I'll pick up Val. I'll tell Lucius you’re feeling under the weather. Please, my love, for me?”

Reluctantly, Bruce nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” Vivian kissed him again. “I'll see you when I get home.”

~ * ~

“Where's Dad?” Valerie asked.

Vivian looked at her through the rearview mirror and said, “Dad had a long night, he's still catching some Zs.”

They arrived at Valerie's school. Vivian parked her car so she could walk her inside. Her first stop earlier was Damian, who had entrance exams, and now she was dropping off Valerie before heading to work. 

“He did the same thing the other night too,” Valerie noted.

“Because your Dad is working really, really hard to keep Wayne Enterprise doing what it does best.”

“Which is?”

Vivian got out of the car and opened the back so she could unfasten Valerie. “Helping people.”

Valerie jumped off the car seat and took her bag. “Stephanie says differently.”

“Oh, yeah? What did she say?”

“He's working to keep money coming to our bank account because we need it.”

Oh, Stephanie, Vivian thought.

They walked to her school and Vivian held her hand the entire time. As they walked in, Vivian looked at every person she passed, every man she came across that had a resemblance to Elliot the slightest---the physique, mostly.

“Well, aside from that, Wayne Enterprises’ purpose is also to help, and how do we get to do that without the business, right? We have the Wayne Foundation too.”

“Really?”

When they arrived at Valerie's classroom, Vivian knelt down and held her daughter. “Have you been going through my things?” She asked with a quizzical look. “Did you read my copy of Marxism?”

Valerie raised a brow. “Who?”

“Good,” Vivian pressed a big kiss on Valerie's cheek, making her laugh. “Don't worry about Dad, okay? He's just a workaholic. He likes to work a lot. But when he finishes this work, he'll get to have breakfast with us again.”

“But he's always working,” Valerie rolled her eyes.

“I know, love,” Vivian sighed. “Hey, remember, it's Mommy who's going to pick you up, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you, and Dad loves you so, so much,” she kissed her again. “Okay?”

“I love you too,” Valerie whispered.

“Go learn and have fun today,” Vivian urged Valerie to go inside. Her homeroom teacher greeted Valerie with a smile and then Vivian with a “good morning”.

“By the way, I'll be the one to pick-up Valerie,” Vivian told her.

“Of course, see you later, Mrs. Wayne.”

~ * ~

Vivian was running late. After ending her class, she quickly bolted to the faculty office to get her things and was on the phone with Valerie's school to tell them about having Valerie inside the room until she gets there. 

“Mrs. Wayne, good afternoon!” Valerie's teacher picked-up.

“Hey, hi! Listen I'm running a little late, but I'm already at my car. Can you keep Val in the room until I get there? I know, and I'm sorry, but I promise I'll be there in fifteen.”

“Mrs. Wayne, Valerie already went home.”

Vivian stopped on her tracks, capturing the attention of her colleagues. “What?”

“Mr. Wayne came here to pick her up. He was insistent---he said that he called you about it. That he felt bad on not getting to do it for a while now and he wanted to surprise her.”

“No, no, no…”

“Via?” Justin approached her.

“NO!” Vivian exclaimed. “I-I-I said that I'll be picking her up, Bruce never called me. He's at home, he's---he's sick and. I said I'll be picking her up!”

“Mrs. Wayne, I… but it was Mr. Wayne who came here.”

“Did he have a pass---an ID?”

“Via, what's going on?” Justine and some other students approached her.

Covering the mic of her phone, Vivian told him to call her husband--he knows his number---and to tell him to get to Valerie's school now. As Vivian talked to Valerie's teacher about the mess up and the security that joined in, Justin was talking to Bruce about the situation and the moment Justin told her that Bruce was heading to Val's school, Vivian ended the call and was bolting to her car.

“Via! Wait--Via!” Justin called her. “You are in no condition to drive.”

“I can't wait for Bruce to get here!”

“I'll drive you, okay? I'll get us there fast.”

Her hands were shaking, and her mind was clouded with all the possibilities that could happen, so she agreed and let Justin drive.

~ * ~

The moment Bruce saw Justin Kirk's name on his phone, Bruce knew that something was wrong. He jumped out of bed, after a couple of hours of sleep, and was already putting on the first thing he got in his closet as Justin told him the emergency. At the drive, Bruce informed Dick and the others about the emergency and the Robins were already taking off to go on the search, but told them to not tell Damian, since he was still at his entrance exam. 

Arriving at Valerie's school, he found Vivian talking to the police, tears streaming down her eyes as she tried to keep calm while Valerie's homeroom teacher explained how it happened.

“But I told you, I was going to pick-up Val,” Vivian said, her voice raising.

“Ma'am, there is no need to shout,” said the police.

“Excuse me? My daughter was kidnapped and it happened right here! In a school we thought would keep her safe! I told her and everyone else that I was picking up Valerie---have any of you seen the news lately?”

“Good, you're here,” Justin came to Bruce. “They won't let me through.”

“Viv!” Bruce came to Vivian's side whose voice was already trembling.

“There is an escaped convict from Arkham, and that man has plotted to killing my husband! He even gave himself plastic surgery to look like him! So I will not be calm. I would have called if I knew Bruce was going to pick her up. Bruce would have called me and let Val talk to me so I'd know. But I never got it!”

“Vivian, we'll get her back,” Bruce brought her to an embrace, then he whispered to her ear: “Dick is already leading the others to look for her.”

“What if something happened to her, Bruce? I've never been this afraid…” Vivian cried. “The other times, it was by chance. They just wanted money--I know Val would… I was scared but not like this. Elliot wants to get to you and he would do everything to get to you, and you know it.”

He knows. This time, if Elliot lays a hand on Valerie, he wasn't sure what he would do.

Sitting in the Principal's office, Vivian and Bruce waited there with one of the GCPD officers and the Principal himself. She was offered coffee but Vivian declined. While she sat there, Bruce was already on the phone, talking to Dick to know the situation while trying to keep everything vague as possible.

“We can't leave until we speak with Gordon,” said Bruce.

“I know, Babs told me,” Dick sighed. “We're looking everywhere, Bruce. Jason's even got Roy into it, even the Huntress, Cat, and Harley. We'll give you an update once we find something.”

“Okay, thanks, Dick. Once we talk to Gordon we'll head out to help.”

“I don't think that will be easy. The press is on you now,” Oracle spoke. “Word got out.”

Shit.

“This will make him desperate, it can fish him out,” said Jason.

“Desperate means he'll be dangerous,” Bruce told them. “Keep watch. I'll try to get out of here and help with the search once we talk to Gordon.”

The last thing Gordon wanted was case involving the Waynes. GCPD was already swamped with pending cases and with Thomas Elliot escaping Arkham Asylum, now this? When he received the call about it, he was talking with Arkham's warden about Elliot, he asked the unit to go to the school where Vivian Pryor-Wayne was already and talking to the security, angry and upset---just like any mother would if they find out their child was taken due to unimplemented security checks for the parents and fetches.

Just as he arrived at the school, the Wayne couple were in the Principle's office waiting for him. Bruce Wayne was on the phone and Vivian Pryor-Wayne was sitting on the chair, calming down. 

“Commissioner, finally!” The Principal said.

“Apologies for the tardiness, I came all the way from Arkham and traffic was… Gotham traffic,” said Jim. “But that's no excuse, and let me extend my deepest sympathies, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. I promise Gotham's finest will find your daughter.”

“We know,” Bruce told him. “Is there anything more we need to discuss here?” Silence. “If not, my wife and I need to head out and do our part in looking for Valerie.”

“Mr. Wayne, I promise you, GCPD is on the move---given the situation that a child's been taken by a criminal, it's our priority.”

“We know,” Vivian spoke. “And we appreciate it, Commissioner. But what do you expect us to do while we wait? Sit in our homes and wait?”

“Mrs. Wayne, it's safer if you do. We all know Elliot is after Bruce Wayne, and him if him kidnapping Valerie is his way then you'll be walking right into his trap. So, I advice you stay at home. Lock the doors. Don't let anyone in.”

Bruce was about to speak when Vivian held his hand and she said to the Commissioner. “You’re right. Thank you, Commissioner Gordon. Best way to fish out Elliot is to show that we're still holding our heads up high.”

That was easy.

“I'll have a police escort accompany you home.”

“Thank you, Commissioner,” Vivian bowed her head and walked out of the office, her strides still stiff and holding anger after what has happened. 

Or maybe too easy.

~ * ~

As soon as they arrived at Wayne Manor, Bruce went to work. He called back all the Robins to replan. When they arrived back, Vivian was already doing her work in trying to track down Valerie with her magic, then Bruce was studying the footage of Elliot escaping and the one from the school where Valerie was “picked up by Bruce Wayne”.

“She knew something was wrong,” Damian spoke as he emerged from the shadows wearing his Robin gear. “But Elliot already got her and knocked her out with a drug.”

They saw the footage on repeat as Elliot hugged a confused Valerie and did something to her that rendered the child unconscious in his arms. He laughed, joking about Valerie being tired, and said goodbye to Valerie's teacher.

“What are you doing here? Don't you have entrance exams?” Dick asked Damian.

“I've finished them. And you all should have told me about this.”

“We didn't want to distract you from your–”

“She's my sister Grayson. Elliot would be lucky to only have cuffs by the end of this.”

“He won't,” Vivian dropped her search and joined him. “I'll make sure that he never does anything like this again.”

“Viv…” Bruce started. “This is just your anger.”

“He took Valerie, Bruce. She has nothing to do with any of this!” She gestured to the cave, to all of them in uniform. “We agreed to keep her out of this because it's safer for her. We agreed that the only time we tell her is when she can understand this… but how many times has been taken from us because of Gotham?”

“She was taken not because of Batman. But because of who she is. Who her family is,” Bruce stated. 

“Elliot needs to be stopped, Bruce.”

“And we will stop him but not like this. Not like what you're thinking now.”

“How can you stay so calm?”

“I am angry, Viv!” Bruce marched up to her, glaring down at her just as she was looking at him with the same look of anger. “I am angry that my daughter was taken from us because I have not finished this endless war with crime! I am angry because some psychopath who we trusted before took her for some revenge that has nothing to do with me! But if we cross that line, we will be the same as them.

“If you want to lash out because of this, do it to me! Punch me, burn me, use your magic---just get it out of your system! Because I am also responsible for Valerie's kidnapping! One of the men you want to hurt is also here, standing right in front of you now, Vivian!”

Silence came to the cave.

When was the last time they saw Bruce and Vivian fight like this? Or fight at all! It was rare, usually Vivian would calm Bruce from his outbursts but this time…

They were angry and both feel like they were at fault, and both wanted revenge for what happened. It's just that Batman's code keeps him from doing it. And Vivian? Her code was flexible as Alfred would say. But she follows Batman's code out love and respect for her husband.

But now that patience is being tested with Valerie's life on the line.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Bruce told Vivian. “The man you want to punish is right here, Viv. Do it.”

He was taunting her. 

Typical of Bruce.

But Vivian only looked at him for a moment then walked away, climbing up the stairs, passing by Alfred, and went back to the Manor.

“Bruce, that wasn't necessary,” Dick told him. “We understand that you're both hurting but…”

Batman ignored him by going with their plan. He wanted every Robin scouting a specific radius to find Elliot, that way they can cover Gotham. They were already getting help from other vigilantes, so their range can be reduced to let them search the area thoroughly.

~ * ~

It's been two since Valerie's abduction. Bruce and Vivian haven't spoken to each other since and it's been awkward for the Robins to be in the Manor where the couple would go on with their day in silence. Bruce would bury himself in the search, while Vivian was at work and doing her own search too. She has called for Midnite's help in finding her daughter.

In one of the nights where Vivian was called to stay later in Gotham University, Bruce was out on Patrol. It was then it happened.

Vivian was about to head home when she saw Bruce standing by her car wearing a white shirt and trousers, holding flowers.

“Viv,” he began.

Vivian kept her distance, her hand holding her phone and hair-stick tightly.

“Viv, I know things haven't been easy for us,” he continued. “With Val still missing, but we shouldn't be fighting, not when our girl is…”

“What are you doing here, Bruce? This isn't the time or place for an apology if you ask me, and how the hell did you even get here?”

“Alfred took me, I asked him to head home because I wanted to talk to you.”

“And the boys?”

“They’re worried about you.”

“Cass?”

“Her too.”

Vivian walked up to him then she looked him in the eye and said, “You’re not my husband,” she pointed her hair-stick at the bottom of his chin. “Where is my daughter, Elliot?”

Elliot, with Bruce's face, smirked and from the flowers he produced a syringe which he stabbed to her neck to knock her out. 

.

Vivian woke up at what looked like a large living room. She's seen this place before, the interior design, though run down with the lack of care of it, was still familiar to her. Elliot Manor. She's visited this place numerous time before with Bruce, when Thomas Elliot was still a man who they call their friend. 

She was lying on a narrow hospital bed, her wrists bound to the bed, she was still a little weak from the drug Elliot used… or maybe he was still using as an IV was connected to her. Looking around, she tried to get more of her surroundings until she saw her.

Valerie.

Her Valerie lying on a bigger hospital bed, connected to an IV.

“Val!” Vivian tried to call for her. 

She knew that was Valerie. It had to be!

“Val!” Vivian’s voice was weak, if felt like she was giving so much energy just to speak or move a muscle. “Val, please, wake up! Baby, please, Momma’s here. I'm here, Val.”

“She won't wake. She's still tired from surgery,” Elliot appeared donning his old disguise of Hush. “Doesn't she look beautiful?”

Vivian glared at him. “I'll fucking kill you!”

“Really? I doubt it. What would Bruce say, right?”

“You crossed a line, Elliot. SHE'S INNOCENT!”

“There are no innocent Waynes!” Elliot went to Valerie's side and caressed her bandaged face. 

“Don't touch her!” 

“Don't worry, it won't be long until the Bat comes here. He's been on my tail for the past few days, he'll realize what happened and we'll all be here. Just in time for the grand finale of all this. The day I get my revenge on Batman and Bruce Wayne,” Elliot came to her side. “I know your little secret. Rather, I know Brucie's little secret. I'm hurt, Viv, I thought we were good friends…”

Vivian glared at him. “Bruce did nothing to you!”

“He took my fortune from me!”

“He did nothing! All he did was try to console his friend whose parents were on the brink of death. He never knew about everything you planned for that day!”

“Because of him, because of his father I had to endure more of that!”

“Your mother's gone now, Elliot, what more can you possibly want?”

“I WANT WAYNE TO FEEL WHAT I FELT THEN! HELPLESS!”

Vivian looked him in the eye. “Hasn't he felt that already? That night in Crime Alley… wasn't that enough?”

“A tragedy? Wayne became the richest kid at that age! That was supposed to be me! Me! I did it all to get to this, but him? All that needs to happen is for someone to shoot his parents. He never had to do a thing!”

“You're sick, Elliot,” Vivian whispered. “You're fucking sick, you know that?”

“Bruce had everything I ever wanted, this time he won't. Now he'll know how it felt when everything was robbed from me.”

He went to Vivian's side and increased the release of the drops to her IV. Vivian fell asleep.

~ * ~

Hush had him chasing him, but unlike before where he had layers and layers of plans, Hush made himself known and had Batman follow him to Elliot Manor. Entering the place, Bruce could feel his whole body shaking in rage as the first thing he saw was the sight of Vivian strapped to a hospital bed and connected to so many tubes that were at her chest.

“I've always wondered what would beat Batman. Not physically, how many times has the Batman fallen in battle yet got back up,” said Hush. “So what about his will?”

“I'm going to break your hands,” Batman sneered at him.

“Are you sure about that? It's these hands that can save Vivian, and you know it.”

“What did you do?” 

Hush smirked and opened the television to his right showing Vivian's heart placed in a secure and cold environment to keep it alive until time runs out, and surrounding it were bombs.

He took her heart.

“Oh, and here too!” Hush opened another monitor and this time it shows Valerie locked in a cage, her face bandaged. She was huddled against a corder, hugging herself, crying. The same with Vivian's heart, Valerie's cage was rigged with timed explosives. “You gotta choose, Bruce… you can't save everyone. So pick… is it Viv or Val? Beautiful Vivian here,” Hush caressed Vivian's cheek. “Or sweet Valerie who is so scared and wants to go home? Who is it Bruce?”

From the comms, Bruce could hear Nightwing and the others whose heard and seen the situation through their comms and the gauntlets that captured the cameras from Batman's cowl.

“We'll get Vivian's heart, Bruce. Oracle found the signal of where that's broadcasting from,” said Nightwing. “Red Hood is already on his way to get it. He'll get it to Sacred Heart fast. We'll also have the ambulance ready to extract her. Valerie's there, in Elliot's Manor at the basement.”

“Understood,” Bruce replied, then he turned to Elliot. “I'm not going to break your hands. I going to crush them.”

Hush fired his gun at Batman's way and Bruce got down to dodge. Bullets flew around and Bruce was trying to get Elliot out of the room to avoid contaminating it further. Vivian was at a vulnerable state now. He led him to the dining area, away from the living room where Vivian's body is, and when Hush was inside, Batman closed the door, locking it shut, then kicked Hush backwards. 

They battled hand to hand. Elliot knew how to fight, knows many martial arts, but it wasn't par with Batman's. He wasn't even close.

Hush's strength were his strategies and military tactics. He had Batman going around in circles on their first encounter, but here… in this battlefield, Batman was in the advantage.

“You should have stuck with what you knew, Elliot!” Bruce punched the man across the face. “HIDING WHILE YOU LET OTHERS DO THE REAL WORK!”

Batman kicked Elliot at the knee, breaking it. Elliot fell to the ground, howling in pain, but he wasn't over. He grabbed Elliot's arm and broke that too.

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Batman bellowed at Hush, he grabbed the man's remaining hand that held the gun. “WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!”

“FINALLY!” Hush laughed through the pain. “THE TRUTH IS OUT! FINALLY ADMITTING TO IT, EY, BRUCIE?!” Hush fired his gun again, but Batman grabbed the man's wrist and pinned it to the ground. 

“You crossed a line this time, Elliot,” Batman got up and took one of the splintered wood of the chair's leg. “You went after my girls… you took my daughter, and you hold my wife's life on a thread… I'm going to take the last thing that gives the power to take from us again.” He slammed the chair's leg down at Elliot's hands, crushing his bones. 

The man cried in pain and horror, knowing the consequences of what Batman has done.

“It will heal, but you will never hold a scalpel again… now, where is my daughter?” 

Elliot laughed and laughed, finally showing the madness within him. “You'll never find her. You will never get to her—”

“I will,” Batman hit him across the face again, knocking him unconscious.

~ * ~

Walking down the stairs of the basement, Batman found Valerie in the cage and the bomb's timer having only a few seconds before it sets off. Batman easily disarmed the bomb then opened the cage. 

“Val,” he began.

Valerie flinched and tried to get away.

“He has my Mommy,” she cried.

Bruce knelt before her and tried to hold her but Valerie pulled away.

“No! My Mommy! He has my Mommy… Please save my Mommy…”

Batman took off his cowl and sat beside Valerie and asked if he could remove the bandages from her face. Valerie nodded. One by one, he unfastened the bandage from her. Good, Elliot never touched Valerie, he didn't harm her nor her face. That bandage was just to get to him, and it worked.

“Val, it's Dad,” Bruce said.

“NO!” Valerie ran to the other side of the cage. “YOU'RE NOT MY DAD! MY DAD WOULD NEVER HURT ME AND MOMMY!” 

Tears built up in Bruce's eyes as he watched his daughter hide from him in horror. 

Hush did this to her.

He did this to her.

“Val, please, it really is me,” Bruce spoke, his voice cracking. “It's Dada, remember?”

“How do I know that it's really you?”

“Open your eyes and you'll see.”

Valerie looked up. And it was, it was her father, she knew those eyes anywhere, and now they looked sad. 

But…

“Dada… you're…”

Bruce looked down at the symbol on his chest. 

He was still wearing the Bat-suit.

“Yes, Valerie.”

“You're Batman,” Valerie said in a whisper.

“I am,” seeing her hesitation, Bruce pulled the cowl back on to hide his face. It hurts him to know that his daughter was afraid of his face because of Hush, but if it meant helping her now, then he'll hide it by wearing the cowl. If he can't be there for her as Bruce Wayne then he'll be there for her as Batman. “Come with me, help is on the way for you and your Mom.”

Valerie got up from the ground and walked up to Batman. She held her father's face and then pulled down the cowl. “Dada,” she whispered as she traced his face to memorize how it looked and felt. She wiped away his tears and pressed her forehead on his. “My Dada is Batman.”

“I am,” Bruce hugged her tight. “Are you scared?”

“Batman saved me many times now… he won't hurt me.”

Bruce kissed his daughter's forehead over and over and just held her there, relieved to finally have her again and to finally stop hiding.

~ * ~

An emergency heart surgery was done to save Vivian's life. Just as the ambulance with a GCPD escort made to Sacred Heart, Red Hood had Vivian's heart handed to the doctor who was to perform the surgery. Valerie was handed to GCPD so they can conduct the necessary tests and procedure, and they will contact Bruce Wayne. It hut Batman to hand over Valerie to Jim when they met them at the courtyard of Elliot Manor. Valerie refused to let go of Batman but after whispering to her that everything was alright, that he was a good man, Valerie joined Jim and waved goodbye to Batman.

Bruce met with Alfred halfway to Sacred Heart, there Nightwing took the Batmobile and Batman joined Alfred in one of Bruce Wayne's cars and changed in there. 

When they arrived at Sacred Heart, Vivian was already in surgery and Valerie was taken to the emergency room where a child psychologist was with her.

It took a while but Bruce was finally given clearance to join her in the little room she was in.

“Dada?” Valerie asked him.

“Val,” Bruce said. “It's me, it's Dada.”

Valerie jumped down the bed and ran to his arms. 

“Where's Momma?” Valerie asked.

“She's with the doctor now.”

“Are they putting back her heart?”

“Yes, they are…” behind him, Alfred couldn't help but worry about his granddaughter. How much has she seen? How will this affect her now? “Momma's going to be alright, my love.”

“And the bad man?”

“He won't harm us anymore, I promise you.”

~ * ~

Vivian woke twenty-four hours later, at that time she was under observation and was allowed only one visitor. At that time it was Bruce who went to see her, and she was glad to see him and know that Valerie was alright.

Five days later, she was given the chance to see more of her family but was told to not do anything that would cause stress. In fact, she was told to take a long leave from any form of work until breastbone and chest muscle have recovered. Until then, she can't go on with her normal routine.

But it won't be a problem, Vivian has magic to heal faster.

On her last night at the hospital, Vivian asked Bruce to have Valerie sleep beside her. He was hesitant as Vivian was still a little fragile from the surgery but Vivian wanted to be with her daughter. So he placed Valerie at her side and he sat there to make sure Val won't move around while sleeping. 

“I broke his hands,” Bruce told Vivian. “I know it's not the justice you want, but I promise you, he won't ever hurt us again.”

Vivian reached out and held his hand. “You were right,” her voice was a whisper. “I was just angry and scared… if I had killed him, I don't think it would help me at all. But knowing that he's facing justice now, that Batman gave us the justice we need and brought back our daughter… that's more than enough. I'm sorry for hurting you, for making you feel like you failed us.”

“But I did… this war on crime has gone for so long, nothing's changed.”

“Don't let this and don't let me change this,” she poked his heart. “Only you, Bruce Wayne, can hate the world enough and love it enough to think it's worth changing.”

Bruce took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. “I thought I lost you.”

“You didn't.”

“He took your heart. He held you and Val hostage.”

“Only you have my heart, Wayne–too soon?”

Bruce chuckled and carefully leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, Viv.”

“I love you too, Bruce.”

“We'll be alright. Val will be alright, especially now she knows her Dad's Batman. She won't be afraid of you… we'll be fine. All of us.”

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[rustedleopard]

I know that it's common fanon belief to see Starlo as the younger sibling between him and Orion, but I actually like the idea of Starlo being the older brother and what it means for his family dynamic. Generally, the older sibling is expected to be the more responsible and mature sibling in the family. There's this expectation that the older sibling sets an example for the younger sibling(s) and that they'll look after the family/business once the parents get too old to do so themselves. So, what does it mean when the older sibling sorta betrays those familial expectations by behaving immaturely and ditching the family to do their own thing?

I'm trying to figure out how to put this into words in a clear and concise way, but I feel like if it's a case of Starlo being the younger brother, then there's this sorta "Ah, that's just the younger brother acting like a kid, y'know how it is. He'll grow out of it" dynamic, whereas if Starlo is the older brother, then it's more of a "Okay, he should've grown out of this by now, why's he still acting like this? Even Orion is more mature than him; what is going on?" sorta deal. (This frustration would be especially felt by Orion, who has to pick up Starlo's slack in his stead because his older brother isn't mature enough to work like he's supposed to!!!)

These are just personal musings, don't take my word as gospel! You can still do tons of interesting things with the Sunnyside family while having Starlo be the younger brother and Orion the older one. I just find myself gravitating more towards seeing Starlo as the older sibling.

[nartml]

Saw a comment describe killugon as 'born to be brothers, forced to be best friends'.

And I just have to say that, out of all the things that have never happened, that has never happened the most.

[whenthegoldrays]

also I think it’s time for a little Elly Lore Update because I feel like I mention so many people on here and y’all need to understand who I’m taking about when you attend the virtual sleepovers 😌

[haveihitanerve]

Sam: *sick* oh look at me, I’m a super soldier with perfect health and a fast metabolism and super strength so I don’t have to work out or try at all! Peter:… I just asked if you wanted soup Bucky: relax Samuel  Sam: oh fuck both of you so much

[pirate-fan-rachelle]

Ngl, the first time I saw the Flying Scotsman in T&F, he immediately became my new favorite.

Gordon took me several days for me to like him (because of how arrogant he is)

But The Flying Scotsman on the other hand?

AN INSTANT LOVE

[demons-i-get]

WAIT BIG BRAINED THOUGHT:

Sam does smth stupid hoping Dean won't find out.

Someone rats Sam out to Dean.

Sam gets in trouble and a lecture from Dean (bc Dean is a parent and he is Sam's parent I will not accept criticism on this matter).

Later, Sam makes a group chat consisting of everyone who could have told on him to Dean and just sends this video:

[kirishwima]

i think ive accidentally made my new d&d character based off of that scam guy from mob psycho 100

[quietwingsinthesky]

my self-insert ass would get killed if allowed within five feet of any angel though because im not a winchester and i cant keep my fucking mouth shut