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To all Loustat enjoyers, here's a naughty fic where a certain pair got stuck in the elevator. From word to word, things got a little heated 🤭
Rated: E
Categories: M/M
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac
Words: 5,291
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Happy birthday, my dear @squirrellypoo ❤️❤️❤️
Elevator Love (Ch. 2)
Chapter 1
So I know it’s been a while since I posted the first chapter, but I decided to give you guys a second as a Valentine’s Day surprise!
I’m really sorry for not updating earlier; besides hating the first chapter so much that I didn’t want to continue, I’ve been really busy with school and extracurriculars, the other WIPs and hobbies I have, and recently my mental health has made a steady plummet haha.
I simultaneously have a vague idea and also absolutely no idea where this fic will go, so we’ll see! Updates will probably be few and far between because besides all the factors mentioned earlier, I’m a really, really, slow writer
Also, I wrote the last chunk of this chapter 1AM last night, so sorry if it’s not coherent askjdhsj
Ages are as follows (it’s been so long since I wrote the first chapter that I forgot what I initially planned them to be so...)
Alfred: ∞ Bruce: 37 Babs: 30 Dick: 27 Cass: 22 Jason: 22 Duke: 20 Tim: 20 Marinette: 19 Damian: 13
Warning: some profanity/cursing ahead!
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The heavy metal door to Bruce’s office knocked against the wall with a bang as Jason kicked it open with the toes of his worn black boots.
“What,” he grunted, not even waiting for the older to speak first.
Sure, maybe his unprovoked attitude was a little much, but Jason couldn’t help his annoyance.
Just hours before, he was preparing to settle into his favorite plush beanbag and read (well, reread) The Count of Monte Cristo. After a long week of crime-fighting, nothing sounded better than relaxing next to a crackling fire and getting lost in the pages of his favorite book.
But of course, as soon as he decided to unwind, his phone rang with the obnoxious tune of “Jingle Bells, Batman smells!”
Babs had installed the ringtone as a Christmas prank, reinforced with some advanced encryption she had come up with.
Jason could change it if he wanted to—he wasn’t stupid—but Babs was a tech whiz, and it would take more effort than he wanted to spend. Besides, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him struggle.
After the jingle abruptly breached his bubble of tranquility, Jason grudgingly picked up his phone.
He was immediately met with Bruce’s gruff voice and barely had time to process the words that filtered through before the triple beep that signified the end of the call sounded.
What the fuck?
Jason groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his black locks, ruffling the hair at the back of his head.
First Bruce called him without warning, demanded he meet him in his office, and proceeded to hang up without leaving him room to talk?
Fucking rude.
Why could he have just texted the very short request he had to Jason instead? That way he could just ignore it and pretend he didn’t see it.
It’s not like he had to oblige—he wasn’t a fucking lapdog, thank you very much—but if he didn’t, Bruce would come up with some inane punishment, like making him babysit Damian.
He didn’t hate the kid or anything, but Jason would rather not have to deal with a hormonal boy in the midst of puberty.
So he set down his book, threw on his leather jacket, and crusaded through the shitty Gotham streets on his motorcycle.
Wayne Enterprises was just as pristine as it was his last visit, with glossy gray-black floors and glass that stretched from ceiling to floor, so clean it sparkled.
Jason passed through easily enough, though not without being spared a few glances that varied from shock to suspicion.
The double-takes weren’t unexpected, what with his being the son of their boss and all, and the suspicious glances from those who didn’t recognize him weren’t exactly unwarranted.
He knew his leather-jacket, combat-boot wearing self looked laughably out-of-place compared to everyone else.
Jason ignored the looks, a habit that had quickly become second nature the moment he went from street kid to ‘street kid with a roof over his head.’
The elevator was thankfully vacant, and as the doors started to close, he shot a quick thanks to the universe that no one else had decided to get on.
Perhaps this was a mistake, because less than a second later he heard a high-pitched voice shout “Wait!”
Jason sighed disappointedly and pressed the button that would open the doors.
He might not have been in the mood for company, but he wasn’t an asshole.
...Okay, whatever. He wasn’t a total asshole.
The girl ran into the elevator after a short while, cheeks flushed from running.
As she stuttered out a thanks, Jason subtly observed her.
She looked a little young to be working at Wayne Enterprises, and her outfit looked much more “picnic date” than it did the formal attire most wore.
There were only a few around her age that worked at WE, none of which whose significant other would have an access card to the building (other than Tim, that is, but there was no way the Replacement had a girlfriend.)
Maybe she was a daughter of one of the employees, then.
The elevator space soon filled up with boxes, and they were forced to do an awkward shuffle to compensate.
A minute later, the girl was unceremoniously shoved into him.
The sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries—subtle yet perceptible—hit his nose, and Jason glanced down.
He could really only see the top of the girl’s head due to their proximity, but her body language screamed discomfort.
So he backed himself up into the elevator wall as much as he possibly could, whispering a sorry and cursing his tall build all the while.
She was admittedly cute, but he’d be damned if he was the prick who pressed himself up against girls without their enthusiastic consent.
The ride was spent with bated breath, and one elevator stop later, Jason found himself walking to Bruce’s office and kicking in the door.
There was a brief silence as it swung back and forth from the momentum; the older simply sighed tiredly and gestured to the chair across from him.
“Have a seat.”
Jason glanced at the black office chair, then at the door as if he were about to suddenly bolt, and then back at the chair. He seemed to think the better of making a hasty escape and grudgingly walked forward, though not without rolling his eyes.
So fucking dramatic.
“What,” he repeated once he had sat himself down.
Bruce just stared at him, hands in a steeple position. It was no doubt an intimidation move; he had seen Batman use the same on Arkham villains.
Jason met his gaze unflinchingly. If he wanted a staring contest, that’s what he’d get.
“Tim has a…friend coming over.”
The silence was broken with slow words, spoken in an almost careful manner.
“Okay. Why’d you have to call me here to tell me that?”
Blunt and to-the-point as always.
“I’m an adult, Bruce. I don’t need a lecture about being on my best behavior. Damian might, though,” he added as an afterthought.
Bruce sighed again and wow was he was doing a lot of sighing today. He really was melodramatic.
“I wasn’t going to lecture you, Jason. I just wanted you to know so you could be prepared.”
“Oh.”
The silence was palpable as an air of awkwardness settled around the two, and Jason sat there fighting the urge to shift in his seat before speaking.
“So is that it?”
“Yes.”
He stood abruptly at the dismissal, pushing in his chair as if he couldn’t wait to get out of there. Well, he did want to get out of there.
With one hand he smoothly opened the heavy door, prepared to leave, but he stopped in his tracks when Bruce spoke once more.
“Jason?”
“What?” he asked, with considerably less annoyance than the first two times.
“...I’m proud of you, lad.”
Jason tried to suppress his shock at the statement, but he wouldn’t be surprised if his facial expression betrayed him.
Despite the somewhat-steady in their family dynamics the past few years, they were still an emotionally constipated bunch.
Jason couldn’t remember the last time someone said those words to him; they meant more to him than he’d reveal.
But because he was a part of the emotionally constipated Wayne family, he settled for an offhand “Yeah, yeah,” before closing the door and walking out.
There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and the warmth in his heart was one he hadn’t felt in a while, but he could deal with all those emotions later—for now, he had a book to get to.
I just want you to know that the project I worked on was a young justice Jason x Oc fic, and all the bats get along and are brothers and Jason never died but was in the hospital for a year
AHHH i can never get enough of yj jason!! and the fact that the batbros actually get along is always nice. yay to you for being productive :D
i wrote a few sentences for the second chapter of elevator love, which i’ll hopefully post on valentine’s day!!
Elevator love 💙💚
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“Your lips look lonely, they should meet mine.”
@deputy-gulliver‘s Blue confessed to and smooched Sam in an cog factory elevator after hitting the emergency stop on it. Why? For Dramatic Romantic Effect, cause Sam’s a sucker for cheesy romance.
