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viviennes-tears · 2 years

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Just a little crush (Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan & X reader one shot)

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Prompt request by Florence_Nightwing on A03: After a grueling shoot Tom wants to get out of his costume. Sebastian is keeping Tom company as he gets naked. Seb mentions the P.A Tom fancy's and Tom gets arouse. Seb trys to wrestle a naked Tom outside to see the P.A teasingly. She knocks on the door asking to come in to go over some things. Tom is hard as a rock and can't bare to see her. Seb quickly rubs him out so he'll be ready. A little cracky lol.

Summary: Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston are in the midst of a prank feud. As revenge for the obscene amount of shirtless photo's Tom had of himself plastered all over his trailer he tries to get Tom to admit he has a crush on you. In doing so Tom gets aroused by the imagery put into his mind. However Sebastian sees you walking in the direction of Tom's trailer, and Tom refuses to let you see him in such a predicament, at least not until he's dealt with it.

Warnings: Hand job, mentions of mild smut, teasing, prank feud and fuck used twice?

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The call for the final cut after a gruelling thirteen hour day of filming caused a flood of relief amongst the cast and crew. It had been a day filled with a lot of action sequences and stunts, then again most days on a Marvel set required a lot from everybody, but today was the hardest thus far of the movie. Also, they had a few people visiting the set as well, some were family members and Sebastian Stan made an appearance too, despite his character wasn't required today. However he made plans with Tom Hiddleston after filming was done for the day, so Sebastian showed up early, and it meant he could annoy him more as a part of their little prank feud.

As Tom was chatting away with some members of the crew he kept glancing over into your direction as you were talking with the director and a few others. Your job being the director's personal assistant, but you also assisted elsewhere if you were needed. Occasionally you assisted in wardrobe which is where you met Tom. Of course Sebastian had noticed Tom glancing your way several times, so he decided not to stay put in his chair much longer, he jumped out of his chair and began to run. He ran quickly over to Tom and the crew members once Tom's eyes weren't on you, except your eyes were on him instead, after Sebastian had drawn your attention in that direction. You even chuckled when you saw Sebastian jump up onto Tom's back and messed up his Loki wig. Yet you were quick to look away soon thereafter and returned to listening to the director whilst you continued to make notes.

"Thank you very much." Tom said with mock annoyance and let Sebastian down.

"Come on, Loki has had time to play." Sebastian joked as he was set down onto his feet. Tom shook his head whilst smiling at Sebastian. Both knowing full well that Tom was prone to slide his Loki side into everyday life anyway.

Once they finished talking with the crew members they walked to Tom's trailer not from the set and Tom had grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge as soon as they arrived. They clinked the bottles when they both had one and they teased each other some more. Along with promises that they'd up the other on their game during their prank feud. After several minutes had passed Sebastian had certainly made himself at home on the sofa, as Tom lent against the kitchenette countertop, after he unclasped his cape and threw it down next to Sebastian. Although half way through their conversation and their beers Tom had begun to unclasp other parts of his Asgardian armour and rolled his shoulders to ease the ache in them.

"So, what's the deal with you and Y/N?" Sebastian asked along with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Nothing..." Tom shrugged.

"Really? That's all you're going to say? Because you can't deny you have the hots for her." Sebastian said then took another swig of his beer.

"I'm not confirming nor denying anything." Tom replied and took off his Loki wig before gently putting it on the display dummy's head.

"I bet I can make you!" Sebastian said with determination.

"Ugh, don't Seb!" Tom growled warningly in his most Loki-like way with his index finger pointed at him.

"The Loki voice won't work...I can guarantee you'll get a little hot under the collar in a few minutes and you'll confess you have something fierce for Y/N." Sebastian grinned from ear to ear and scooted himself onto the edge of the sofa cushion. Plus he could tell Tom wasn't looking forward to his next choice of words. "Does the smell of her perfume invade your senses? Does her smile make you smile? Does her voice make you imagine what she sounds like when she's moaning your name?" Came the first few questions dripping with a seductive tone.

"I said don't!" Tom grumbled. He could feel his already tight leather trousers getting tighter in the crotch area.

"Does the occasional tight outfits she's known to wear make you want to tear them off? Do you want to squeeze her curves, breasts and ass? Do you want to cover her body in love bites? To nip and suck on her nipples?" Sebastian continued anyway and Tom's groan only fuelled him to keep going. "Do you want her to cum on your face and fingers? Do you want to hear her beg for more as your silver tongue and fingers aren't enough?" Tom's breath began to get shallow and he had to reach down to palm himself through his trousers to ease some of the restrictiveness going on. "I'll take that as a yes." Sebastian chuckled and finished off his beer.

"Fuck you, Seb. I told you not to." Tom chastised him through gritted teeth.

The feeling of the leather on Tom's body was getting to him, despite the extreme weather conditions he's had to endure over the years whilst portraying Loki, but right now he needed to rid himself of his costume completely. So he worked himself out of the top half of his costume and let it fall to the floor. Even now only being half naked gave him some sort of relief, as he could finally breathe better, whilst he tried to calm himself down too. Although the light build up of sweat on his brow hadn't gone unnoticed by Sebastian.

"Tom I don't blame you man, she's gorgeous, intelligent and she's got a good sense of humour." Sebastian said stating the obvious yet again to Tom. Of course Tom's gaze only narrowed at him as if waiting for another jab to make him harder. Yet there seemed to be none.

Albeit Sebastian soon saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Curiously his body twisted slightly with one knee up on the sofa as he looked outside of the window. Another grin graced his lips at the mere sight of you walking across the way. Although as his mind was conjuring up something to say he completely missed what Tom had just said.

"She's a wonderful woman...it's just a little crush, but there was no need for those comments." Tom repeats himself as Sebastian asks him to whilst he briefly takes his focus off you.

"Oh yes there was." Sebastian says teasingly again and then his focus is back on you.

You get stopped along your way over to Tom's trailer as one of the makeup artists wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. Luckily they didn't keep you too long and then you continued on your way again. There's a few details you have to go over with Tom after speaking to the director, but you didn't get the chance to speak to him obviously before he himself and Sebastian took off.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Sebastian says as you're getting closer to the trailer "Y/N...she's out there right now swaying those hips, and oh look see here, she's coming right this way."

"Yeah sure Seb, just keep trying to butter me up more." Tom replies and gets rid of his trousers leaving him standing in only his boxers.

"I'm not lying man, she's like right..." Your knock on the trailer door cuts into Sebastian's sentence, making Tom believe him now and his cheeks start to redden. So instead of facing you he runs into the bedroom and tries to hide at least until he sorted out his little problem.

Sebastian laughs as he goes to answer the door. He then greets you warmly and steps aside as he invites you into the trailer. Once he closed the door he went over to the kitchenette while asking you if you'd like a drink, which you politely declined when Sebastian retrieved another beer from the fridge, you're still working so you had to keep a clear head. He simply shrugged his shoulders and twisted the cap off before taking a large gulp.

"I actually came here to go over a few things with Tom." You say politely again after Sebastian tried to attempt you with one sip of his beer. Again you declined his offer.

"I'll go get him." He says with a cheeky wink after giving your appearance a once over. You try to hide your blush as he disappears into the bedroom, but you fail miserably.

As soon as Sebastian walks in Tom sits up straight on the bed and his eyes are wide as if he was a deer caught in the headlights. It seemingly was too easy to get under Tom's skin today and Sebastian was going to take full advantage of that.

"Get out!" Tom whispered firmly as he tried to cover his manhood with a pillow.

"Seriously a pillow? It's not like I haven't seen it before and you mine." Sebastian states matter of factly only to receive an eye roll in return.

However, before Tom could say or do anything else Sebastian pounced onto the bed and began wrestling with him. During all the commotion Tom couldn't keep himself covered nor had his struggle been silent either. A lamp got knocked over but somehow didn't fall onto the floor, and a picture frame ended up lopsided, as the headboard knocked against the wall. Yet the loudest incident was when Tom accidentally rolled off the bed and landed on his bum with a thump.

Knock, knock.

"Is everything alright in there?" You ask softly from the other side of the door.

"Ye-yes darling...."

"Tom's just having some issues with his armour....we'll be right with you!" Sebastian called over whatever else Tom was about to say.

"Oh-okay, maybe I should come back later." You say.

"No, you stay right where you are, doll. Won't be long, promise!" Sebastian hurriedly replied to keep you there.

As you head towards the sofa you spot the majority of Tom's costume had already been abandoned on the floor by the kitchenette."If his costume is here, then what's going on in there?" You wondered. So instead of just sitting around you decided to make yourself useful and you picked up his costume, but as you began folding it you caught a whiff of Tom's scent. His cologne was intoxicating, even if it was mixed with a slight sweaty smell, although the mere smell caused you to clench your thighs together involuntarily. Luckily you quickly shook off your hazy mind and finished folding the costume. Meanwhile Tom had gotten back up onto his feet, and was staring angrily at Sebastian with his hands on his hips, also his cock was still proudly erect between his thighs. Despite that look all Sebastian could do was sit back on his heels on the bed while trying to look as innocent as possible.

"This is your fault!" Tom growled low.

"Call it revenge for plastering yourself all over my trailer." Sebastian chuckled.

"I can't see her like this." Tom says, as he gestures at his hard-on.

"I mean she might be a bit surprised at first, but I know you can charm her in no time flat." Sebastian added, as he then stretched his body out across the bed, laying on his side with his head resting on the palm of his hand.

"Nope, not going out there. Now please leave so I can deal with the problem." Tom gestures to the door with a tilt of his head into its direction, but his efforts were fruitless as Sebastian seemed to make no signs of movements towards it.

Tom huffed annoyedly at Sebastian before he decided he had no other option than to sort out his issue whilst Sebastian watched him. He then takes a deep breath as he takes hold of himself, next he begins to stroke his length at a slowish pace to start off with. Also he closed his eyes after a few strokes instead of having to look at Sebastian looking at him. No matter how much Tom tried to focus on the task at hand he felt too awkward. Sure women have watched him before, that was totally different to this, different to his friend watching him as he chases his release. Sebastian notices how awkward he seems and he knows that neither himself or Tom want to keep you waiting too long. With that in mind Sebastian gets off the bed and hopes he can set the mood. Albeit the sound of the door being opened made Tom's eyes open and he instantly stopped stroking himself. Thankfully Sebastian only opened the door wide enough for only his head to be seen. Not that it made Tom feel any better as he ended up hiding behind the door just to be on the safe side. After all, he couldn't let you see him like this, because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or make you run away. Of course he certainly wanted you to see him naked at some point, but when the time was right.

"Doll, can you come here for a minute?" Sebastian asks with a come hither finger.

You put Tom's now folded up costume down on the sofa and wordlessly make your way over to Sebastian. "Are you sure I should stay? I seriously can come back later."

"Yeah, it's fine. Can I ask you something?" He says slightly seriously and you just nod a yes. "Do you like Tom?" He adds more giddily.

"Erm...I'd rather not talk about Mr Hiddleston whilst he's in there." You say shyly as your cheeks begin to redden.

"You can tell me." Sebastian said coyly and eyed you carefully. "Tom is in the en-suite, if that makes you feel any better?"

"In that case...I-I admit he is very handsome." You stutter.

"Annnnnndddd?!" He uses his most childish baby voice to coax you into saying more.

"And...he's a gentleman." You shrug.

"Want more than that." Tom hits Sebastian's arm for pressuring you, but Sebastian then tries to take a hold of Tom's length. They fight wordlessly as Sebastian continues to coax you into saying more. Eventually he manages to whack Tom's hand away, and he tightens his grip around Tom's abandoned hard-on, causing him to bite his bottom lip to suppress a groan.

"He has a lovely smile...erm...he-he has a nice bum." You nervously admit, as you fiddle with the hem of your top.

"You like Hiddlesbum?" Sebastian's brow raises curiously as he strokes Tom's length leisurely.

"I-I guess the tight trousers help...also I like the curls in his hair."

"You want to tug them, don't you?" He says more gruffly and strokes Tom's cock more firmly at a slightly faster pace. In fact Tom had to brace himself a little while trying to keep quiet.

"Well..." It's your turn to bite on your bottom lip. "It is a turn on when a man likes a bit of hair pulling and can be rough with you as well as loving." You instantly regret divulging that bit of information as you cover your face with your hands.

"Would you care to join him this evening? Dinner?" Sebastian's words make you slowly remove your hands only a moment later.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Say yes! I know he likes you too and he'd very much enjoy it if you'd go to dinner with him." He excitedly cuts you off.

You take a moment before you can answer, "you can tell him I'll go to dinner with him."

"One moment...." the door then slams shut in your face unexpectedly.

Sebastian sneaks down and kneels before Tom, seeing his eyes are tightly closed and his nose crunched up, while he breathes shallow breaths. Teething on the edge of release. "She wants you, man. I told you." He whispers, as he hastily rubs him out. Tom can't help himself any longer as he thrusts into his hand, until he comes hard with his head leaning back, and his jaw hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure.

Knock, knock.

"Mr Stan?" You ask with your ear pressed against the door as you’re unsure if you heard something.

The door suddenly swings open half way and Sebastian leans against the frame casually. "He said and I quote, 'I'd be delighted for you to join me for dinner.'" With the confirmation of your dinner date with Tom made you feel all the more nervous with the feeling of excitement wanting to consume the nervousness whole.

You were going to go on a date with Tom fucking Hiddleston!

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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There are two things that Damian knows that he knows Father doesn’t.

He has an older brother

He was dead

(And a secret third thing: Damian was glad he was dead. They did not get along.)

Well. No, correction, they were two things that Damian knew that Father didn't. Past tense. Strange magic swirled through the air and created a mirage before his eyes, and immediately a scowl forms across his face.

The mirage shifts and shimmers like the light hitting a slowly turning prism, and then it settles into a memory. One that Damian does not recall. Like looking into a tv screen, it shows, faintly, a room, with most of the magic going into the image of a crib.

His mother was standing on one side, and next to her, standing on his tiptoes was a small five year old boy looking up at her. With dark hair and skin that was only few shades lighter brown than Damian's, the little boy's resemblance to Damian was undeniable.

However, his eyes were blue. Not green. Damian's scowl deepens, and he sinks back. "Danyal." He mutters, and feels eyes turn on to him.

Danyal Al Ghul. Damian's older brother. A prodigal swordsman like Damian, and five years his senior. He'd be fifteen if he was still alive. His memory of the last time he saw his brother was still clear in his mind.

(A sword to Danyal's neck. Stars were glittering through his window. Damian was five, Danyal ten. He is not sure why Danyal had snuck into his room, all he remembers is hearing a sound and on instinct reaching for his sword.)

(His brother had intercepted easily. But had not shoved the sword away. Moonlight hit his blue eyes, and Damian remembers seeing the pupils shrink to let the light in. His eyes looked almost silver.)

(His brother bares his teeth at him. Damian wants to slice his neck more than anything, and he bares his teeth back. "Good." Danyal says, his voice low in a hiss, "Your reflexes are good, little brother.")

("Of course they are," Damian remembers snarling, and presses the sword closer. But it does not budge. "I am an Al Ghul.")

(Something unrecognizable passes through his brother's eyes, and his mouth twists into something like a smile. "I know." He says, and tilts his head downwards at him. "And you will be great.")

(His brother shoves the sword back, causing Damian to stumble. And like the wind, he is gone.)

(The next morning, he goes on a mission with mother and a few others. Mother is the only one to return with Danyal's sword, and a red-eyed look in her eyes. Damian does not mourn. Now there's only one of them.)

"Momma." The little Danyal-mirage speaks, a furrow between his childlike brows as mother lowers a bundle into the crib. His blue eyes watch her, and lifts onto his toes to peer into the crib as she sets the baby down. "Who is this?"

Their mother's hand comes to rest along his back. "This is Damian, my son." She murmurs, voice low. "He is your little brother. Protect him well."

Damian scoffs internally -- not likely. He remembers every spar he ever had with Danyal, every harsh word and insult. His pushing, pushing, pushing for Damian to get up. To try again. Do it again. The only kindness he ever showed him was when his fingers bled. And even that was harsh, firm. Rolling gauze around his wrist and scolding him, telling him how to wield his weapon better.

(It was the same as everyone else, but somehow it hurt worse coming from his own brother.)

But he watches his older brother's youngest self tilt his head to the side, and then reach his chubby hand through the crib's bars. He runs small, blunt fingers over the baby's arm, and the baby jerks. Through the crib's bars, Damian sees himself grab Danyal's fingers.

And he scowls even deeper.

And Danyal's eyes... widen. He lets out a little gasp, and a small smile Damian's never seen him wear tilts at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at their mother. "Mother," he whispers, "he grabbed me!"

Damian... his scowl falters, for a moment.

He doesn't wait for a response, he looks back to the baby with sparking eyes. His expression melts like sugar as he bounces the finger being gripped tight by the small hand. "Hello, little brother." His brother says, voice its of usual firmness, but there's more fondness underlying it than Damian's ever heard. "My name is Danyal."

The mirage shifts before Damian can comprehend his older brother's voice. It shows the crib again, appearing as if a few days had passed. There is night lilting through the nearby window, and a creek of the door. The baby doesn't stir.

Danyal sneaks in, still wearing his training clothes and a sword strapped to his side. Damian's scowl returns, watching him creep over to the crib. Of course -- the last night he saw his brother wasn't the only time he'd snuck into his room.

Would he go so low as to attack an infant? Damian wonders, watching his brother cross the room to his crib. But while his fingers rest against the hilt, they never curl to unsheathe.

His brother peers into the crib again, and there it is again, that smile wider in the corner of his mouth. It's not a full one, but its as uninhibited as it gets. Dripping honey-sweet with awe. "You are so tiny." Danyal whispers, and pokes a finger back through the crib. It wriggles, then pokes Damian's cheek gently. "Was I as small as you when mother gave birth to me?"

There is no response from the baby. Not a coherent one anyways, the little thing snuffles and turns his head, mouth open to latch. Danyal stills, his eyes grow ever wider again.

Danyal says nothing else, just rests his cheek against the crib and watches the baby sleep in silence. The affection never leaves his young face.

Damian feels unsettled. Off-foot. This Danyal is foreign to him... He wonders what happened to have changed his brother's mind on him.

There's a scuffle, quiet, but there. Danyal picks up on it just as Damian does, and his head pricks up like a deer, head already turning away from the crib. The affection leaves his face, falling away like water into something serious. His blade is already slightly unsheathed.

Two assassins, belonging to grandfather, burst out of the shadows. Their swords swinging into the air and ready to strike.

Danyal kills them both, his back to the crib. It's not without struggle, and when the two assassins lay dead on the floor, the baby is wailing at the top of his lungs. Danyal has a laceration cleaving down diagonal of his cheek. It's close to his eye, just barely missed blinding him.

Damian never knew how he got that scar. He does now. (He doesn't know how to feel about it.)

His brother clutches his bleeding face, sheathing his sword as tears well up onto his face. But he turns towards the crib, and hurries over. "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay." He hushes rapidly, the League-drilled seriousness fallen away to reveal a panic-stricken five year old. He sticks one hand into the crib, the one not clutching anything, and grabs little Damian's hand.

Their mother comes bursting in that moment, and Danyal turns his head towards her. "Mother." He says, his voice cracks un-wantingly. Their mother steps over the bodies of the assassins easily. "They tried to kill Damian."

"But they did not." Talias says, kneeling down next to the crib to inspect Danyal's face and Damian's well-being. When she finds nothing of concern beyond the injury, she continues. "You killed them before they could, Danyal. Well done."

The mirage of his brother nods, his eyes teary and red.

Damian... is discomfited. he never thought Danyal would kill assassins for him. He would have thought his brother would sooner look the other way. The mirage shifts again, and it quickly shows time passing.

Danyal sits in Damian's nursery every night, after that. He lays at the foot of the crib with his sword, a pillow and a blanket with him. Some nights there is nothing but peace -- or as close to peace as a baby could achieve -- and some days assassins break in.

Danyal kills each one.

The mirage shifts again, and it shows more memories of Danyal interacting with Damian during his youth too young for him to remember. His first steps, his first words.

"Danya." The small toddler of Damian says, arms reaching for Danyal.

A frown curls across Danyal's face, and pulls Damian into his lap. "No, no, little brother." He scolds, voice firm but.. softer. "It is Danyal, Damian. Danyal."

"Danya!"

Damian's brother sighs, but there is that same-small tilt at the corner of his mouth. A glimmer in his eyes. A glimmer... that Damian is finding he recognizes.

(He always thought his brother got that look in his eyes when he was mocking him. Was he wrong?)

The mirage shifts again, and this time it shows only mother and Danyal, alone. Danyal is older, taller. Seven, if Damian had to guess. Mother has a stern look on her face, her hands tight on his shoulders. "Damian will be starting training soon, my son."

Ah, then close to eight then. Training starts, always, at three years old. He watches Danyal nod, his expression mimicking their mother's. His arms are folded, always folded, behind his back, always neat.

"You can no longer have the relationship with your brother as you did before." Mother says.

Danyal's expression... falters. It shifts, it fluctuates. He looks surprised, thrown off. Like he isn't quite sure he heard what mother just said. His brows furrow. "What... do you mean, mother?"

"I mean what I said, Danyal." Mother says, stern, "Ra's will be keeping a closer eye on Damian now that he is of age to begin his training. He will not like if he sees you both getting along."

"I am sorry, my child. But your relationship with Damian ends here. You are rivals now, not brothers." In a cruel form a gentleness, mother raises her hand and tucks a stray curl out of Danyal's face.

Of course. Damian never had a relationship with his brother because of Grandfather. Of course. No, he's not feeling a little bitter. No. There's not an inner child that still, like a candleflame, wishes that he'd had a bond with his only flesh and blood.

Danyal is dead now. So it's not like it matters. He's happy about this.

Danyal frowns, and he steps back. He looks lost in thought. "We are still brothers, mother," he says, argues, and looks up to meet mother's eyes. "Let me train him, I will make sure he gets the skill he needs. If we must be rivals, then I will teach him how to defeat me. If he can defeat me, he can defeat anybody."

Their mother, and Damian, both blink in unison. Then mother smiles something sharp, calculated. She folds her hands behind her back. "Then do it. But you will make him hate you."

"...So be it."

Damian.... Damian is silent. His world axis has been tilted on its head. He is sliding, and sliding, and sliding down. Spinning. Many things click into place at once.

More memories from the mirage show. It shows Danyal training Damian. It shows their arguing, their bickering. It shows Danyal going to their mother to praise Damian and his skills, how fast he is picking up on the sword. How one day he will surpass even him.

It shows Danyal sitting outside Damian's bedroom door every night, listening in for anyone who dares to break in. His knees drawn to his chest, his sword at his side. Sometimes he sneaks in, sword drawn, when he hears a sound.

Some nights, Damian wakes up. He remembers those nights. Danyal standing over his bed with his sword unsheathed and tight at his side. He remembers the instant terror as he immediately reached for his own weapon.

His brother always scolded him for his lack of vigilance. That had he been anyone else, Damian would have had his neck cut. He would've been dead already. It only made Damian's hatred of him grow.

But he understands now. Because there were assassins in the room that Damian, four years old, three, did not notice. Not until later. He always assumed the attacks on him after Danyal's death had been because now there was a new heir to target.

It had been the only lesson he'd been even somewhat grateful for.

Then finally the mirage shimmers, and it shows Danyal, ten years old, in one of the training rooms, mid-spar with Mother. It's fast, sharp, impressive and like a blur. Damian is unsure if at ten which one of them was the better swordsman. Some of the assassins who have never met Danyal said Damian was, but the ones who had said it was Danyal. He'll never know.

In a lull in the fight, when their swords are crossed, mother speaks. "Ra's wants you and Damian to fight." She says, teeth grit into a deep scowl. The cross breaks and Danyal jumps back, he frowns.

"We have fought, mother." He says, and dives in first, swinging for mother's feet. Mother dodges, and slices at his arm. He swerves out of the way, twisting on his feet like a dance. "We are always fighting, doesn't he see our spars?"

"Not a spar like that, my son." Mother says, a snarl in her voice. She lunges, and Danyal blocks her blade. "A fight to the death. Father has grown tired of having two heirs."

That gets Danyal's attention -- or, more accurately, it distracts it. His eyes widen, and his sword lowers for a single moment. A mistake. "What?" Is all he gets out before mother has him on his back, her blade pressed to his throat.

He freezes. As does Damian. Danyal's brows furrow, then unfurrow, only to knot up again. "Mother, what do you mean a fight to the death?" He flips to his feet when mother removes the sword. She walks over to grab her water.

"Must I repeat myself, Danyal?" Mother snaps, rubbing her forehead before swigging from her canteen. "Father wants to find out which one of you is the stronger heir, and so you will fight to the death after your training in a few days."

Danyal's tan face loses a shade of color, he looks ashy. "There must be some mistake!" He exclaims, his arms gesturing out as he peers around mother. "There is a five year disparity between us, Damian has only just started training two years ago. It would be an unfair fight!"

"Do you think me unaware?" Mother whirls on him, and there is a grief-stricken look on her face. Like she is already mourning Damian's death. Damian feels ill. "Your skill is far beyond what Damian can accomplish right now, and there is nothing that I say that can convince Father otherwise."

Danyal wears an expression like he is scrambling for answers. A white knuckle grip on his weapon. There is a long silence, and his lower lip curls up. His throat bobs, he swallows. "Is there really nothing we can do?"

Mother makes a frustrated sound, pushing her loose hairs out of her face. "Not unless Father changes his mind, or I send one of you away. But Father would surely send someone to look for you or Damian."

"What if one of us faked our death?"

Mother stills. As does Damian. No, he thinks, stiff as a rod, no way. These mirages were lying, nothing but figments of an imagination. Of some quiet what-if that Damian had not yet stomped out.

Mother's expression shifts, and then turns contemplative. Danyal notices, and keeps pushing, he looks as hopeful as he could get beyond his usual unwavering, stone-like expression. "One of us could go to father--"

"No." Mother cuts off, voice sharp. Danyal wilts, confusion flittering across his face. Damian, from the corner of his eye, sees Father tense as stone. His white-slit eyes have not left the mirage. Nobody's has.

"Father will undoubtedly check there first, it would not be a good idea. You or Damian will have to go somewhere where he would not think to look. Someone unaffiliated with the League."

Danyal's face falls, shutters, and then closes up again into stone. Mother begins to pace, and Danyal's blue eyes follow her. "So a stranger?" He asks, and there is disgust lilting into his voice.

Mother nods, and she looks just as offput as Danyal.

The mirage of Damian's brother rolls his shoulders back. "Then I will do it, mother." He says, voice unwavering. There is a stubborn note behind it all, one that Damian recognizes. "I will fake my death, and Damian will stay here."

Mother's eyes turn sharp on him, and she stops in her spot. She pivots. "Are you sure?" She asks, eyebrow raising, "There is a chance you will never meet your Father if you leave. Nor will you see I or Damian again, if you do this."

Something like fear flickers across Danyal's face, eyes widening momentarily -- as if that very thought had not crossed his mind. But then it smooths over to sharp determination. He nods. "It would be the same for Damian if it was him instead. I will do it, Mother."

Damian feels ill again. Father has a strong set in his jaw, his teeth grinding.

Mother stares at Danyal, and then her expression softens. And like before, it is grieving. "In a few days time, I and another member of the League will be going on a mission to the American States. I will tell Father that you will accompany me, once there we will dispose of the other member and then orchestrate your death."

The American States. Danyal was here, in the country. He was out there somewhere -- but no this was fake. It had to be. Danyal was dead. A fool who got himself killed on a mission with mother and left the title of Heir to Damian.

Or maybe it had been his plan all along. His and mother's both.

...Was mother ever going to tell him?

The mirage of Danyal nods, sharp. Understanding. There is a gleam in his eyes that is not pride, it is tears. And when Mother leaves the room and leaves him alone, the stone-like expression on his face crumbles and falls.

His brother, ten years old, curls up his lip in an ugly way. It wobbles as the tears in his eyes do, and he brings up his hand to slam it over his mouth. And sinks to his knees, a yell-like sob muffled behind the skin.

His brother, ten years old, looks smaller than Damian remembers him being, and cries.

Damian has never seen Danyal cry. Not once in the mirage of memories, nor in his own.

The memory holds for a minute, and then disappears. And no new one shows up. The magic is gone, and it leaves a silence in its wake. Heavy, staticky, and full of revelations.

So there are two things that Damian knows that his Father now knows too.

He has an older brother

His older brother is alive.

(And a new secret third thing: Damian wasn't sure how to feel about it.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc prompt #i promise this is a prompt #it just got very long #danyal al ghul au #my take on a danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #i know the usual gist is that danyal al ghul is a better knife thrower than he is a swordsman but hey #consider: phantom has a sword when he fights ghosts. how sick is that?#his ghost form having allusions to the LoA. its not obvious but its there #did i make danny brown skinned? yeah. because him being white or not is irrelevant to me and i wanted to make him darker skinned #thinking about the angst of bruce seeing his firstborn son going “i could stay with father!” and then said child being visibly crushed #when told no. and that he may never see his father ever. actually. if he fakes his death. and still doing it anyways for damian's sake #danny loves his little brother he just shows it in an unorthodox way. some of it is not his fault #also danny being an absolute grump in amity park is very funny to me. he's an arrogant little assassin child in AP who is only here for #his little brother's sake and safety. he loves his brother but that doesnt stop him from being an arrogant little brat #gremlin assassin child danny is so funny #i know this is very ironic for me to post after posting my thoughts on danyal al ghul aus and their missed potential #but actually this prompt is what spurred that post into creation in the first place actually.#because i was thinking about this au and then went “oh hey you know whats funny--” and then i #thought about it too much to the point where i had to make a post talking about it #tried to find a balance between danny being mature for his age and also still being a kid #like yeah he’s a trained assassin and has killed but also he’s a 10yo boy about to be separated - Assumingly permanently- from his family

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