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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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Beach House

An escape from the city for just one weekend.

The thought alone sent an eruption of butterflies bursting into Raven's stomach and a series of tingles down her spine.

It sounded like a dream.

The drive up the coast had been idyllic. Though, there was one thing Damian failed to mention until they made it past the hedge-lined walkway to the entrance of the mansion-size beach house. Their 'impromptu' visit fell on the annual Wayne family weekend. And it would also mark the first time they met Raven. He hadn't prefaced this trip with a warning, but any mixed feelings quickly melted away into amazement.

There was nothing that could have prepared her for the Wayne family weekend in the Hamptons.

Boats and brunches. Lobster bakes, crab cakes and country clubs - it was another world.

It was hardly Raven's usual scene, but it was his family's. So for the next few days, it would be hers. Even though Damian hadn't warned her, she wasn't worried. Raven knew he had a reason for springing this on her. Besides, if she had him by her side, she could handle one trip. Maybe even enjoy it, too.

And with the view from the top of the lighthouse on Montauk Point with Damian's heavenly arms surrounding her or skinny-dipping with him on a darkened corner of Cooper Beach, she was enjoying herself - a lot.

But, one of her favorite parts of being at the beach house surrounded by Damian's family was the new ways she got to see him flustered. Whether it was rolling his eyes at Tim's caffeine intake and Dick's immature eating habits. Or even elbowing Jason for the bad puns, then swiftly cutting off his father when he insisted on camaraderie.

She even heard him arguing that Cass had to be present for the entirety of the five courses and dessert, if he did. And of course, he spent a good deal of time slapping away any unsolicited hands (Steph) that tried to pinch and prod his nonexistent baby fat.

Off to the side, watching push-up and handstand contests followed by Tim and Damian's stock talk with their father, Raven fought off smiles all night.

Damian seemed to be in a perpetual state of annoyance with his family and there were several times she found herself stifling laughter. This was another side of him she hadn't gotten to know yet - his sisters and brothers teasing him, treating him like the baby in the family and him refusing it at every turn. Raven liked to watch him like this, interacting with them. Even though this atmosphere was completely new to her, she felt at home. Because it was still him - it was exactly Damian.

But around her, he wasn't.

It was concerning when they arrived and Damian hadn't argued against Selina's offhanded mention of separate rooms. In fact, he encouraged it. And every time Raven turned the corner, he was shutting the door or closing drawers. Not only were they not spending their nights tangled up together, but Damian had morphed into a pod person when she needed him the most.

Raven couldn't believe her biggest worry when meeting Damian's family would turn out to be Damian.

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He was pulling away from her.

Damian regretted bringing her here and introducing her to his family, so he was pulling away. No wonder he agreed to separate rooms, he had been skeptical from the start.

And by extension, his family wasn't sure about her. Or maybe it was the reverse. After all, Raven had spent far too much time reading on the beach, under an umbrella and a thick cover-up, or drinking tea on the back porch, or at the island in the kitchen conversing with Alfred.

She had a difficult enough time fitting in with people who weren't her boyfriend's family, let alone people who were so comfortable and at ease with each other they knew all of each other's ticks to a fault. Even their dog seemed to be privy to all the inside jokes and the gags.

The joking around and teasing, Raven had never had that. A family.

A real one.

It terrified her, but she was willing to try because Damian was the most important person in the world to her.

"Maybe Raven would like to join us for our tradition of game night...?" Bruce suggested at the breakfast table, before taking another long sip from his coffee cup. Unsurprisingly, Raven, Bruce, Dick, and Damian were the first ones up that morning. Raven, Bruce, and Dick by choice. Damian, of course, picked up the habit from her over time.

"Oh..." Raven glanced at Damian who peered sideways at her, a half quirk on his lips as he fiddled with his fork. He was still acting strangely. "I'm fond of games, Mr. Wayne... Chess, checkers, scrabble, backgammon, cards," She offered.

"Great, it's tonight at eight." Dick finished, before taking in a huge spoonful of Lucky Charms. "With your repertoire you can replace Damian on my team..." He coughed out something that sounded along the lines of losing streak. "We should talk strategy, Raven," he said out of the side of his mouth, while Damian shot him a glare so threatening, it could have boiled his milk.

"It'll be great to have you on the team." Bruce folded his newspaper neatly, about to take his leave. He stood, his stern stare softened for a split second. "And please I may be getting up there, but, you really should call me Bruce."

Raven felt her cheeks warm and mentally cursed herself for being overly formal. After a breath, she excused herself from breakfast as politely as she could. "Breakfast was lovely." Alfred nodded, as she rose up to place her teacup and saucer on the metal tray. "Thank you, Alfred."

As soon as she was out of sight, she headed in the direction of her room. Raven stood against the wall, resting her head against the cool plaster and stared up at the high beam ceilings.

All the names of Damian's family members and their friends, who was dating whom, and who was still speaking to whom swirled around in her head in an endless loop. Social engagements weren't terribly difficult and normally she could handle them. But with Damian acting strangely, suddenly it felt that much harder. There were times during the weekend that it felt as though Alfred was her only ally in a sea of chaos.

Not far behind, Damian had haphazardly refolded his napkin and excused himself from the breakfast table. Raven let out a startled yelp as he touched her arm. She hadn't heard him come in. "Damian - what are you doing in here?" He drew her back into his body's embrace - enveloping her with heat, the way he did to ensure she felt safe. From his parted lips to the curl of his fingertips, he vowed to wield her with wonderful wickedness. Raven felt her whole being blush, clearly there was much more than a casual caress on his mind.

"It's important." His mouth inched closer to her own. Those dark green were burning of dangerous promises, the growl under his tongue was audible. The surreptitious and svelte movements until she was backed into a corner were all reminiscent of a dangerous predator, a jungle cat. "This can't wait." Raven was almost sure he could hear her blood pounding in anticipation of whatever sinful act he planned to commit.

Her body's reaction could hardly be helped.

"What exactly can't wait?"

He pressed his lips to her neck. Nibbling and nipping with his hands disappearing under the sides of her shirt to massage her waist. Up and down, his fingers danced. And Raven could do little but whimper, feeling herself heat up faster than she had in the beach house's steam shower. And then, she melted. She was falling further into Damian's touch with her hands at last bringing themselves up to thread through his hair, as though to cement him even more tightly against her.

"My need for you... Something about you in the house I spent my summers in growing up..." Damian let out a ragged breath. "But not being able to touch you... I'm not going to make it..." He attacked her jawline, chin and cheeks with an onslaught of frantic, feverish kisses. "But, I promised myself I would wait..." Those green eyes singed her.

"Damian..." She gasped at his words, smoldering gaze, and his fingers sliding down the expanse of pale back before they ran across the dimples above her ass. Raven only managed to pull herself back a fraction of an inch. But he seized the change in perspective as an opportunity - to catch her earlobe between his teeth. "Damian, what if someone catches us?"

"Screw them... I need you." Damian murmured into her ear, clasping their palms together. "I wanted to do this right, but... I'm not used to you being so far from me." She hardly needed the reminder. The separate rooms. There was no cuddling, no spooning. No candles and late night kisses that turned into - this. "I'm suffering..."

So was she.

That was hardly fair.

Raven turned her face. "I'm a guest in this house. I'm your guest..." She angled her hip away from his, but he wrapped his fingers around it insistently. "It wouldn't exactly bode well for me if we hooked up here. Or now." Her argument dissolved away, diluted with his hands diving into divots and dips.

He grasped her chin. "Just one more kiss." Every letter pronounced like a purr brushing her mouth with their hot strokes. "I need another... That one wasn't long enough..."

"I can't - I shouldn't." Raven tried. Her hands were braced on his hard chest. The tautness of his muscles hardly helped. Every ab line and pec was heightened and heavy and wrought with tension under her touch. And it was all for her. But she couldn't. "It's your family, Damian... I want them to like me or at least tolerate me..."

She heard low grunts of frustration echo up his throat. "Raven, relax. Everything is fine... In fact, they could stand to like you less if you ask me," he said under his breath. "What does it really matter if we're caught?"

Raven felt herself recoil from him. No matter how much she didn't want to. "No, Damian. We can't." She turned her cheek. Pulling away and wiping her mouth. "And you can't just...kiss away the distance between us the last few days."

There was a tonal shift in the atmosphere. And his body went completely rigid and his expression went grave.

"Raven, what are you talking about?" Damian asked her, but he avoided her eyes for a second too long. It had to be true. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He flashed in palms in a wide armed surrender. "Look this weekend... It's not...what you think..."

"The separate rooms..." She said slowly. He wasn't looking at her. Raven's heart plummeted down to the soles of her feet. They weren't in lock-step. Things really had veered off course if they weren't in sync. "You do know what I think. You have for a while." Raven shook her head and turned on her heel.

This time, Damian didn't follow.

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In the back of the Waynes's private beach, Raven sat alone facing the tides, her petite body elongated along the rail of the gazebo. She watched the waters wash away the sand, over and over, lapping at the shore.

Everything began to flow out of her.

There was a whole world Damian shared with his family that he had never shown her. She felt like she was getting to know him all over again. Normally she would have leapt at the chance to get to know her boyfriend even better.

But this was different.

What if the people who raised Damian decided they didn't like who he had become when he was with her?

Damian approached the small silhouette of a girl, her body overlaid on the rail of the gazebo, the connected arches carved in wood. He watched the way the wind whipped through her hair as she stared off into the sunset with the thick slip-covered book laying on her lap.

It was a framed photograph.

"You must be freezing." Raven turned to him when she felt a thick blanket drape across her shoulders. But, he sounded a bit worried and his brow creased with concern. "You missed dinner... When you weren't in your room. I thought... Part of me was afraid you..."

He stared at his feet in the sand. "You thought I left?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw him close his eyes, squeezing them shut. "I couldn't do that..." She tucked the blanket around herself. Suddenly Damian leapt up and grabbed her tight, holding her quietly. For several long moments, she felt the truth in each frantic pound of his heart. When it slowed at last, Damian exhaled and released her. Breathing heavily. "I missed a lot more than dinner... Didn't I?" Raven gave him a sad, knowing smile.

"What are you talking about?" Damian started. He stared oddly at her amethyst eyes. "Did someone say something to you? Was it Stephanie? Or Jason? Because I swear -"

"No - no." She said softly. Damian watched her, as the wind wildly swept strands of her black about her face. "I missed things... Like having a real family."

They were a part of him. They were a part of who he was before he met her. She knew she was the odd woman out, but being around them was nice.

Really nice.

"Oh..." Damian stared off at the water pensively. "No - if anything you lucked out..." He ran a hand through his hair. "They go overboard and they talk too much... They're annoying. They push your buttons and borrow your imported silk tie without asking -"

"You know that doesn't make them any less great..." Raven sighed. "In the back of my mind, I knew if I ever met them, they would be wonderful. They would have to be if they were your family. But... really they are..." Raven stared off at the fading red sphere on the waters, like a bright beacon. A guide... Or a warning. "And I'm not."

"What?" Damian spat harshly. Almost accusingly. "Raven, why would you say that?"

"Because... this is the Hamptons and this is your family..." She said quickly. "You're already notorious in Gotham, here you're practically royalty..." Raven fumbled. "I'm just an outsider."

It was hardly the Hamptons she cared about. Raven felt like the waters should rise up and take her away.

"No, that can't be it..." He shook his head. "You never cared about those things before." Damian's face bordered on anger. "What changed?"

Raven bit her lip, trying to contain it as she made sense of it in her own mind. "I met the most important people in your life and they're perfect." Raven confessed. "But your family probably wants you to date someone who's equally perfect. Someone who belongs with you..."

It would be far worse to lose Damian if they decided they didn't approve or didn't want her.

"You belong with me." Damian spoke as though she was delirious. He edged closer to her. "Everyone in my family has felt like an outsider at one point or another. Hell, we're not even all related. Most of us are adopted or step-somethings."

"You guys certainly fit together like you're related." Raven hadn't meant to sound accusing, but she couldn't help it. He had to realize that only served to make the family even more perfect - not less.

Just like Damian.

The pale girl shifted and dangled her legs off over the side of the gazebo as she faced him.

Those dazzlingly vert orbs were staring into hers, searching. "Are you regretting meeting my family?" He asked softly.

"No." Raven's pale feet kicked at the sand swept air absentmindedly, feeling childish as she did so. "I just wanted everything to go perfectly..." Then, even more so as she spoke the words aloud. "I wanted to make the best impression possible - I wasn't prepared and I didn't pack enough outfits or separates..." She dragged a hand down her face. "I didn't even know separates were their own clothing category until two days ago."

Damian fixed her a disbelieving stare. "Separates...?"

"I'll never fit in at a yacht club, I don't tan, and this is the one white dress I packed... " She gestured down to the loose linen mini dress. She was losing her nerve or her grip - she didn't know what, but she was losing it. "I hardly have enough white to make it through the rest of the trip -"

Her words died in her throat the second he placed those comforting hands onto her thighs. Holding her steady and supporting her with ease. "That's too bad." Raven froze and he smirked. "I'm sorry, but you have to stay for the whole weekend, my family already loves you... It's too late for you."

Her mouth opened and closed several times before she could finally bring herself to speak. "I made a horrible first impression..." Raven's lips parted. "And I was much too quiet... There's no way - they could...?" She couldn't bear to finish her words.

"I do... So why wouldn't they?" And Damian braced himself on the wood railing on either side of her hips and placed a long kiss to her forehead, trailing down to each of her cheeks and Raven promptly muffled her face into his chest.

She gasped. "Game night," Raven realized, wiping an escaped tear quickly. "Is it...too late for game night? Did I miss it?"

Damian traced her cheek with his fingers. "No, everyone waited for you. It's not a proper game night without you. You're one of us now." Damian smiled. For one long moment, his handsome face lit up, painted with vibrant reds, pinks, yellows, like the sunset. He looked ridiculously, genuinely happy in ways Raven had never seen before. And he captured her lips softly. Solidifying that fact. Driving it home over and over with his warm mouth caressing hers. She was one of them, she belonged.

"Okay... What about -" He kissed her again and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Don't worry. We'll get you more white -" Raven's entire being rose up with the tides at what he said next. "A dress..." It sounded like a promise of so much more. "The perfect white dress."

And true to Damian's words, Raven looked stunning in white.

Damian clasped her hand, stretching out their interlaced fingers between them, until only their pinkies remained linked before the colors of the sunset. And they walked with their bare feet kicking up the sand on the wind by the glistening water of the beach. Until they finally made their way to the back of the house where his family stood waiting.

They were silent - no chattering or arguing, but waiting patiently, tensely, or even eagerly.

With his other hand, Damian reached into his trouser pocket and dragged a finger once more over the black velvet box before squeezing it tight.

Yes.

He had known for a while.

That Raven belonged at his side, with his family all around them, wearing a white dress.

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mountshire · 4 years

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DamiRae Week 2020: Day 2 - Feudal AU

[Small bean Damian Al Gul, heir of the League of Assassins, escapes to find his father wanting to know what kind of man he is; the child is being tracked by them when he receives the help of Raven, the bootyhunter (also the runaway princess daughter of Conqueror Trigon). Feeling humilliated for her interference -as he didn’t need her-, he wants to stab the meddling girl with his sword but he stops once he notices how smoking hot capable she is.

Despite his crush with her, Raven helps him to find the mysterious Sir Wayne of Gotham and Damian decides to stay with his father out of admiration for his warrior way.

Before Raven leaves he swears he will marry her when he grows up leaving the girl with no words].

Crucify me if you want. I love Raven’s desing of Rapunzel in TTG.

If I happen to find the inspiration to draw the adult version of this AU I will.

#damirae week 2020 #damiraeweek #damirae #damian wayne #raven #teen titans #teen titans go #rachel roth #demon birds #rapunzel #mountshire

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eleanore-delphinium · 6 months

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The Beginning of a New Life: The New Member

JLDAW AU

1 : Damirae Week 2020 : BOUND TOGETHER

2 : Damirae Week 2020 : SOULMATES

3 : Damirae Week 2020 : MARRIAGE

4 : I remember You

5: The Beginning of a New Life: The New Member ( YOU ARE HERE )

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Recap of the New Timeline After JLAW

I woke up with a gasp, the air within my room felt heavy. I sat up on my bed as I wipe sweat from my forehead.

“Great! You’re awake!” My father says annoyed. “You were making me feel things I do not appreciate, child.”

“Like what father?” I ask just as annoyed.

“Miserable.” He grunts.

“Good. Because that is what I feel with you, and I hope you feel that too.” I mutter at him and he starts cursing me for being ungrateful. I ignore him so that I can focus on my surroundings to calm myself down.

I look at my room in the Titan Tower. Everything seemed normal, nothing was out of place. My father was right. I felt miserable when I had woken up from my sleep. Why did I feel miserable? Oh yes, it was because of my dream—no that was a nightmare.

The details—what were the details? I found that I couldn’t recall my dream. A dream? What dream am I thinking about? The one from last night?

I slowly lie back down in bed; it was still night out. I was just confused from being woken up suddenly by my annoying father. Yes, I will back to sleep now.

I allow the drowsiness to come to me. Today was a very tiring day, I need to go back to sleep. My eyes flutter back to sleep.

I felt like there were people in my room talking. It was faint, but it was a full-on conversation.

“Will I remember you?” A male voice says.

“Yes…” I felt something warm against my lips. “Unknowingly…” The female voice continues with a sad tone.

“Like the word at the tip of your tongue, like a memory you couldn’t completely recall, like a kiss from a butterfly…” I muttered as she finishes what she was saying, our words completely in synced. I wondered if I was having a fever dream. It had been a really long day.

“A feeling you cannot shake.” I felt that I had to hold onto those words. Yes. I have to hold onto those words. They were important. I know they were. I felt that there was even something more that was said before it ended.

Wait, what ended? My heart felt like it was being clenched.

What was it that I was supposed to hold onto? A tear slips from my eyes.

Why do I feel so sad? It was probably nothing. Yes, it was nothing. And everything was dark.

“You and I have become soul mates. You are bound to me as I am bound to you. No matter when or where, this will be true. Even if we do not know.”

I awoke with a jolt as though I was falling.

“Raven, hurry up, we have a new member coming!” I heard Garfield yell from outside my door. I gave him a hurried reply and I prepared myself to meet the new member.

“Meet at the yard!” Garfield yells outside my room.

When I got to the yard the Batmobile was coming to view from a far. I felt a tug on my heart, I couldn’t help but frown.

“Is Dick the surprise, Kori?” I couldn’t help but ask. And she looks at me with a smile.

“Of course, not silly! Don’t you remember? Today we are going to take in a new member—I told you all about this a few days ago.” The car had stopped in front of us and the doors opened. I saw black hair and my heart skipped a beat. “The new Robin, Damian.”

A boy with black hair stood before us in his Robin uniform. And my heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. And my eyes couldn’t help but follow a certain person’s black hair.

He looked different; It felt like I had not seen him in ages. He certainly looked different. But his black hair was the same. My heartbeat quickened as he approached. Closer and closer.

The black suit with blue over his chest suited him well. Dick and Kori approached one another and gave each other a quiet squeeze with their hands and I looked away awkwardly. What was I thinking, this is bad, this crush is bad.

I evaded the couple and somehow my eyes drifted to the new member. He too had black hair, and wore the robin suit. And my breath hitched at the sight.

No. Not again. Not this again.

But I felt that he was feeling perplexed. My face must have shown too much. I felt naked under his eyes. They were the color of emeralds– of evergreen trees– of a forest so lush that the scene would always take your breath away.

I was facing the newcomer but my eyes looked elsewhere.

“You must be Damian.” I said rubbing my arm, hoping he had really not noticed what I have been trying to hide for so long.

“Yeah.” He replied, and my eyes couldn’t help but flicker at him. I felt a different kind of breathlessness when I heard his voice and it amplified when his green eyes stared back at me.

In my mind, I saw a man with black hair overlap his figure but it was so blurry, that I wasn’t sure if it matched. I couldn’t even see his face, and soon after I could barely recall the image.

But I knew for a fact that I had seen very briefly the man I’ve been dreaming about. And that his image was overlapping over Damian. Somehow it felt almost so right. But didn’t I feel a similar thing with Dick and Tim?

I blinked in confusion. The thought disappeared from my mind. And there was just him. A boy I just met that wore such a perplexed expression on his face.

Even in his confusion, it felt like it was mine too.

He must have noticed. I looked away in shame.

“Do you—do you want help?” I offered, waving a hand at his duffle bags.

“Oh—uh—sure.” He said and offered me the smaller bag. Our fingers lightly brushed one another and I felt both our confusion through the contact. There seemed to be something there. No, it’s probably in my head.

After all, it’s a Robin.

This would only make it the third time that I fell for the boy in the costume.

I really do have a type. I couldn’t help but click my tongue silently.

“I thought you said he had an attitude?” I heard Kori ask Nightwing as I turned on my heel.

“I honestly can’t believe this. He actually even offered his bag.” I heard Nightwing reply. I felt Damian’s emotions turn sour.

“Let me lead you to the tower then, and your room.” I quickly said and somehow it quelled his anger. “By the way, this is Garfield,” I said as I pointed at Garfield. “And this is Jaime, and the one talking with Nightwing is Kori, which I’m sure you already know.”

I hear him hum a response as I feel his acknowledgement to the information and I nod. My pace was a bit hurried but Damian matched it well. I just didn’t want to see them. It hurt even more when I saw Dick from the back, the pain would be laced with the faintest hint of fear. And I don’t know why, I never know why.

Dick was Kori’s boyfriend. I don’t understand why I was feeling this way.

This obsession I have over men with black hair, must have stemmed from the dreams I’ve been having recently. No, to be honest, these dreams weren’t a recent occurrence. I just so happened to be more aware now. This man whom I have been longing for—for who knows how long– would I even recognize you?

When I saw Dick Greyson for the first time in his Robin uniform, my heart was beating so loudly. I was convinced everyone could hear it. But when his mask was off, I was overwhelmed with such great disappointment. The same thing happened with Tim Drake. I was at the point of wishing for this dream man to arrive already. But I could barely see that person, even in my dreams, everything was a blur. And the moment he slipped out of my mind, I instantly forget that I even longed for him.

You. Who has been haunting my dreams. Who are you?

“Raven?” Someone called out as a hand wrapped around my wrist, I looked up and saw beautiful green eyes. And I felt like the world just stopped for a moment.

No. Not again.

I quickly evaded his green eyes as I calmed my heart down and pulled away a bit too quickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude.” I added when I felt his disappointment and confusion.

“Rae, are you okay, you just stopped walking.” Garfield said his hand extended to touch me.

I don’t even know what you look like—this man in my dreams.

I looked at Garfield with a downcasted gaze and sighed aloud, “Yeah, just… you know, just worried about our mission…” I shook my head and smiled trying to dispel the longing I had for a stranger.

It was unfortunate, but the longing was more of a distraction than anything.

“Anyways, we got a new member. Kori plans to have a small get-together–” I had turned to Damian but froze as I stared at his serious gaze. The feeling that told me that there was this level of familiarity had gripped me so tightly that I couldn’t think.

“Rae?” Garfield placed an arm around my shoulder, breaking me from the sheer and raw emotion that was clawing at me. Demanding to be acknowledged.

“I’m sorry, my head is aching again.” I gave a little shake of my head as I touched my temple with one hand.

Garfield looked at me worriedly and nodded, “Why don’t I take the new guy around and you go and rest.” He glanced at the bag I was holding and took it away from me. I sighed aloud and gave Damian a small smile.

“Sorry.” I politely said and Damian smiled at me in such a pure manner that I was left startled by it. I nervously looked away from him and Garfield as I mumbled a thank you to the green boy.

I quickly rushed back into my room, I felt quite overwhelmed. There were just way too many new things happening. In some cases, some reoccurring things too. I can’t keep falling for each man with black hair. Well, it seems like it’s a natural course for my heart to skip a beat the moment I see black hair.

I sighed aloud as I slumped down to the floor against my room door. The coolness was oddly comforting.

This was ridiculous. I can’t keep doing this.

But it’s not like I was doing this on purpose.

I brought my legs to my chest as I hugged them and buried my face in my legs.

‘You are such a foolish child.’ I rolled my eyes at my father’s words.

“I’m quite well aware.” I mumbled, but I am sure my father didn’t know the details of my dilemma, just my general emotions. The thought was comforting.

‘I wonder what that orange-haired friend of yours would think if she knew how your heart beats when you see her boyfriend.’ I sighed aloud. Azar, I hope Kori wouldn’t ever know. I can’t even explain why I felt like this every time. I admit, I even started feeling something for the newcomer too.

Azar, make this end.

I squeezed my eyes but the image of black hair and a sunset behind the dark figure came to mind.

“Why can’t I see your face?” I whispered, feeling exhausted even though I had just woken up.

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Somehow Damian and I became close. It felt rather organic. Right even. Like it was destiny.

Sometimes when I see him I would feel my hands become sweaty, my heart would beat a little too fast and I couldn’t breathe. But this wasn’t new to me. I had felt this way for his older brothers too. It was unfair for him if he caught on to how I was reacting around him when… Well, honestly, I act the same way, around each other Robin that came my way.

I had to control whatever this is– because clearly this wasn’t love or a mere crush. It just seemed like a toxic obsession. And I didn’t want Damian to be the third victim of this yearning that has been consuming me whole.

It’s just so unfair. I just wish I could see the face of the man that has got me feeling like this, then maybe I can find him and not look for some replacement. Because at this point, it just feels like I am looking for his next potential replacement.

And I already feel so bad when I look at Damian and think: maybe it’s him.

This needs to stop. I need to let him go. This stranger that I knew I loved with everything I had to offer. It’s kinda funny–sad really– how certain I am that I love him when I have never even dated someone and love someone that way. At least in this life, all those were foreign to me.

I suspect that maybe that black haired man in my dreams was someone from a past life.

He must have really left an impression on me. Or rather my soul. For me to continue looking for him the way that I was. Too long for him and his presence.

But I need to let him go. I need to tell someone. And I know just who to let this all out.

Damian.

He wouldn’t judge me.

And so I did. I told him how I had liked his brothers but not how he himself was making me feel– the same thing as they had. Because whatever I was feeling for Damian was likely the same as his brothers– just a fleeting emotion that stemmed from wanting to fill a void that just can’t be filled in by just anyone.

I know that the only one who could fill the void is the man in my dreams. It had to be him. But I don’t know who he is.

And this is just so exhausting.

I need space to not be driven by this longing for a stranger.

And even when I decided to put up a shield so I don’t feel others emotions Damian did not judge me. I do find it odd how easily I bonded with him, but there is this strong sense of doubt that would tell me that maybe we got close because of my desperation to fill my longing for that stranger– with gorgeous black hair.

But that doesn’t matter now. I have made my decision.

I’m letting him go, and hopefully this longing for him would vanish too.

My days went by peacefully. It felt like I was freed from shackles that I didn’t even know were there until they were gone.

I felt so light.

So relieved.

Every passing moment felt more meaningful as I wasn’t keeping an eye out to meet this man in my dreams. I admit, there were times I would find myself thinking about those dreams– that I can’t really recall. And then there would be some thoughts that linger in my head.

Like how I know he had a nice smile, but it wasn’t like I could see it in my dream because the light was just too bright or the fact that he looked like a mere shadow.

But I knew it to be a fact.

There were times however, where I felt like there was a familiar gaze on me and I was certain that for a moment, it was the person I was longing for. And when I try to look for the source I see no one out of the ordinary or more like no one was looking at me.

I admit though, there were times that my eyes would meet the vibrant green eyes of Damian. And Azar, I admit, I desperately wished that it was him.

Then I remember that I thought the same of Tim because Dick left an impression that seemed to have caused a domino effect on me. Every man after Dick with black hair just screamed at me, seeking my attention.

Because if I didn’t pay attention to them, it felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Raven.” I looked up from writing in my journal, jumping a little on my bed as I was startled.

It was Damian and he looked rather conflicted. I was laying on my bed with my belly down as I wrote. I didn’t notice him enter my room or knock. But by the way he stayed by the door I could tell that he likely had been trying to get my attention for a while and opted to enter because he had something important to say.

I didn’t really mind. I often think about why I allow Damian to do things I normally wouldn’t want others to do. I think it’s because of his black hair. A trait I can’t seem to resist.

I sat up, closing my journal and waving it and disappeared, “Sorry, I was consumed in my writing. I like to write and let my thoughts out.”

Damian stared at me and nodded, “I understand, I keep a journal myself too.”

I was surprised by the information and a smile bloomed on my face. I casted my gaze down, trying to hide the amusement in my eyes from him. When I knew that I wasn’t giving my emotions away I looked back at him and he looked rather nervous which made me frown.

He was rubbing his arm and stayed at the same spot, his eyes avoiding me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked cautiously and his eyes flickered at me and I could clearly see the guilt. I found myself at a loss for words. It was almost like there was a voice from within me telling me that he should never feel guilty. He should never look at me like that.

“I didn’t want to.” He began and I furrowed my brows. I gestured for him to take a seat on my bed and he walked to me with guilty eyes.

He sat on the bed with his head bowed as he continued, “Dick suggested I ask for your help– and Batman– he… he ordered it.”

I pressed my lips, patiently waiting for him to clearly state his intentions.

He looked up at me and the guilt in those green eyes knocked my breath away. For a moment, I had thought that my shield was down. He made me feel that guilt with that one look. It felt so familiar too. Like I’ve seen him look at me like that before, but I know I haven’t.

This was the first time I ever saw him this vulnerable.

So why was the sense of him looking at me like that– so strongly wrong?

But I controlled myself and the emotion I was feeling. I reached out for him, my hand on top of his and stared at him earnestly with an encouraging smile on my lips.

He stared back at me for a moment and then sighed aloud, closing his eyes, “I know you had just told me that you placed your shield up,” His eyes opened and the guilt was still there, “And I understand why you did it. And I must sound like such an ass for saying this, but I need you to bring it down. I need your help. I didn’t want to have to get you involved because I know–”

I squeezed his hand and he looked down at our hands then looked up at me and I told him, “Consider it done.” I didn’t even know the details, but I trust that Damian wouldn’t ask me such a thing if it wasn’t important.

He blinked at me, “Raven, you don’t have to do this I–”

I smiled at him and he seemed to have frozen and I shook my head, “You wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important. So, what is the mission?”

I chewed my lower lip as I tried to focus, the way Damian was looking at me was making me think of the phantom man in my dreams. Almost everything would lead back to that man.

Damian was looking at me right now as if he was wondering how he got someone so great at his side. And I was being washed by this overwhelming familiarity and longing.

He inhaled heavily as I found him looking at our hands and he fidgeted with my hand. It was the first time that he did this but I didn’t hate it. Again, it just felt familiar and right.

“I need you to use your empathic abilities like a tracker.” He started and I nodded, low-key enjoying the warmth from his rough hands. “We will have to be undercover at Gotham Academy for this mission. Something is up and I honestly can’t figure it out. They were hoping your particular skill set can help.”

I was silent and he looked up at me with worry.

“I’ve never been to a school.” I smiled weakly while raising my shoulders a little bit. I understood now why he was so guilty. I didn’t want to feel others' emotions and here he was asking me just that.

“I’m sorry…” He couldn’t help but say, squeezing my index finger and for that second I wished he had intertwined his fingers with mine.

I shook my head to remove the thought from my mind, “You wouldn’t be asking if this wasn’t important.” I stood up letting go of his hand before I acted on my impulses. “I guess we have to meet Batman or Dick to be briefed?” I smiled faintly, putting my hands behind my back, still feeling his touch.

And how much I was longing for it. I hope it wasn’t clear on my face.

He nodded then stood up, his fingers fidgeting against each other as if he had lost something. He then brushed invisible dust off his thighs, “Yeah, they have prepared your cover in case you’d say yes.”

I smiled and then adapted a teasing tone to lighten the mood up, “I bet they prepared it knowing I won’t say no.”

He shook his head with a small smile on his lips.

“I mean, how could I say no to my leader?” I added, glancing at him as I took a step toward the door and it looked like his eyes were sparkling.

“You could always say no to me, I wouldn’t be angry.” He said and I was surprised with his words, causing me to stop in my tracks.

I crossed my arms and raised a brow at him. “Oh really? A lot of the members would insist that you have some favoritism toward me– and if they hear that, they will be very convinced about this favoritism you have.”

He laughed a little at my words and the laughter felt familiar. I wondered if Dick and Tim made me feel like this when they do these kinds of little things. I pushed the thought away. It’s always just me feeling this way.

“Maybe I do.” He shrugged his broad shoulders as he walked away from me, leaving me speechless.

“Well? Aren’t we going to Batman?” Damian asked, peeking at me by the door. I looked at him with clear annoyance.

“You really should keep that to yourself. The team would not be happy.” I replied walking toward him. He looked thoughtful and then ultimately shrugged.

I was annoyed. The small interaction I had with him right now, made me long for that man in my dreams. And this longing was even deeper than normal. And that is saying a lot as I knew that the longing was pretty heavy as it already is.

And yet also, I couldn't help but wonder if his words were serious. And if that statement was real, was I really his favorite or maybe it was someone else and he was just teasing me.

But if it was really me, then why me?

The thought of him favoring me made my heart flutter.

Did I even deserve it?

‘No. You locked up your own father.’ Trigon suddenly said and I rolled my eyes.

~.~.~.~.~.~

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Damirae week 2020- Day 7

Rivals to Lovers

Lover: Apartner in a romantic or physical relationship

Once upon a time there was a very handsome and competent witch hunter. His ancestors had been dedicated to liberating the world from evil for decades, therefore, it is also his task; He toured the forests and towns of the continent, protecting the innocent of the world from evil magic.

When he reaches a town, the local’s approach, scandalized, recognizing the witch hunter. The town is dedicated to agricultural activity; therefore, the crops are extensive, and the hunter appreciates the cows grazing in the meadows. Everything is quiet.

If it weren't for the scared locals, he might have overlooked that locality.

"The witch cursed my crops!"

The hunter raises an eyebrow "how? "

A witch in this town? The hunter had visited many villages tormented by a witch, or a coven, none so orderly and peaceful, they had no fields, many died as a result of the curses, sometimes he saw how paranoia reached the locals to unthinkable extremes.

The town is made up of a rocky path, which is concentrated around a fountain and there is a functioning market, where merchants and peasants sell their products, it seems to come out of a fairy tale. Local fairs are not held in witch towns, but there can always be exceptions.

"That girl looked at me wrong!" A woman shouted. The lady was holding a little boy in her arms, waving a toy and not interested in the conversation. "Then my butter melted in my hands. "

The women scream in horror. He is surprised by the similarity of women's clothing, her hair is hidden by a white cap with small frills on top, dresses made from patterned fabrics and aprons around their waists.

"Did she look at you wrong?"

She nods "Besides, she spends her time in that library reading those dusty books, I'm sure she's learning spells!" There are nods. The hunter frowns. "Wears black dresses" they report.

He is confused.

"The witch cursed my crops!" A farmer exclaims again.

"She speaks to the toads."

"She has a cabin in a remote area," another accuses. "She doesn't let anyone visit her. My son says he spied on her through the window and she was stirring a cauldron, a cauldron! "

"Enough!" The hunter stops them. "Where's the witch? "

"I can guide him to you, but she is very powerful." I'll leave you nearby" a farmer stepped forward. He watches his hand, his lips tighten, and he looks up. "We trust you, hunter. "

***

The hunter walked through the forest. The farmer had accompanied him to the outskirts of town, pointed out a stone path and advised him to follow it until he found a cabin.

When he found the cabin, it is hidden around some trees; and there is a small pond full of small toads, the animals croak and jump between the leaves of water lilies, an orchard and a rose garden that rises up to one of the windows. It doesn't look like a witch's lair.

He hides behind a tree guiding his hand to his sword, ready to defeat this witch, but something stops him.

The door of the cabin opens revealing a young girl, she is small and she is dressed in a simple black dress, which is folded to reveal her bare feet, a stained apron on her waist and there is a scarf in her dark hair, probably so that it is not a nuisance in housework.

He notes that she is light, she moves generating sounds, it is as if she will float. There is delicacy in her movements, a light illuminates her walk and he cannot take his eyes off her.

Then, she begins to hum a soft melody and approaches the pond, she takes out a bag made of cloth; amphibians leap from their lily pads and congregate around her. He thinks that it is an enchantment, that her voice had affected him like the toads, he has to get rid of this witch.

The witch gives off something like a laugh when she sees the toads and it’s sweet and playful. She deposits the cloth bag, kneels without caring to get dirty and opens the cloth bag revealing small dry insects, there are dragonflies, worms, spiders and a large number of snails, she is feeding them.

"Here you go, friend." He offers a snail to a toad and it wraps its tongue around the insect, disappearing in seconds. The witch laughs. "They must eat, because their reproductive stage is approaching, and we need healthy tadpoles."

Her voice is jovial, it is as silent as her steps and everything in her screams softly. Her appearance doesn't fit the descriptions and acts the locals said she did, but there is something quirky surrounding this young woman, something that pushes him to keep watching.

The witch lets the toads feed, walks through her garden taking care of her plants, digs the ground in search of vegetables, and tends the roses. Nothing makes him raise his eyebrows; There are no red flags around this girl.

Then, the young woman decides to sit on the porch of her cabin and read a book, while she bites a juicy peach, the liquid slides down her chin, she wipes it with the back of the dress. There is nothing peculiar about her.

The hunter decides to return to the village.

***

"How are you leaving ?!"

The hunter snorts "I have to continue my eternal crusade. I don't have time for gossipy superstitious farmer speculations. "

He got his backpack ready.

"Wait! " The farmer cuts him off. "We'll pay you double if you get rid of the witch! "

Snorts "There are no witches here. "

"How do you explain the melted butter?"

The hunter looks at the woman "Rays of the sun."

"Please stay a few days. Verify with your eyes that this young woman is a witch" he is stopped by a farmer. "I will give you free accommodation. Maybe she knows about your arrival and who you are, that's why she didn't show her evil, " he supposes. "We all have to treat you as an equal, give you a name and acceptance in the locality, then she will see the same."

"Okay, but it will be a few days."

***

The hunter was given the name Dami and a story was created as the farmer's nephew, who came from the city to spend a few days and the whole town paid too much attention to him. The first days the witch did not appear by the town and they justified it saying that even the witches had to worry about their crops.

On the fifth day he accompanied the farmer to the fair, since his wife had to sell the jams made from the ripened fruit and the weight of the jars would break the elders' backs.

The lady had a stand where they offered their jams and fruits, he discovered her legendary rivalry with the neighbor, since they were dedicated to the same thing. The hunter was not involved in unnecessary fights, he devoted himself to carving a piece of wood sitting on a bench.

"Don't look," the farmer approached him. If he was trying to be cautious, it wasn't working because he stood still, but not under his voice. "The witch appeared."

He looked anyway.

The young woman walked through the fair observing the products with a critical eye, carrying a straw basket, probably made by herself, where a piece of meat wrapped in paper, leaves that gave off a pungent aroma, and a small portion of vegetables stood out. In her path, the inhabitants avoid her and flee from her gaze, as if she were plagued and wonders what it is like to live in a place where everyone repels you.

She doesn't seem to mind.

That morning he looks cooler, the dirt is free of his clothes and he has some shoes. She believes that there are no insects in her apron or humming, it is more she looks alert, as if waiting for a signal to run away, but even with all this she walks with her chin up and shoulders straight and, proud.

"If she approaches, they must attend to her," he orders.

The lady opens her eyes and shakes her head "No, no. Mister Hunter, she can curse us or cast a spell on my jams. "

These people…

"I have to know how she treats others." He doesn't look up from his carving. His knife makes a cut in the wood, and the doll no longer has a head; The lady gulps and nods nervously. "You must treat her well."

The woman wipes her sweaty palms on her dress and trembles as the witch approaches. The young woman inspects the jams with a glance, her hands remain on her basket squeezing hard, contained so as not to touch anything and reads the labels.

The hunter analyzes her closely. There are no rotten teeth, her skin is smooth and free of blemishes, there is only pale skin and her hair is clean, it is dark in tone, she catches the light in a bluish glow. There are no rotten nails, there are no warts, the typical pointy nose or red eyes, but they are purple in color; it is the only sign.

She fulfills only one requirement: unusual eyes, but it is not enough. She can also wear this young woman's skin as a costume.

"Good morning, young lady"

She suppresses a chill and looks at the woman in amazement. No one had ever spoken to her, ever.

She nods.

He feigns interest in his carving but is paying attention to her every move. The young woman continues to read the labels on the jams, is bent over the smaller jars, and seems calm.

She is not yet that young woman who observed feeding the toads and taking care of her garden, here she is cautious, as if she had calculated each of her actions.

The elderly couple debate in silence, they are very nervous. Noticeable.

"Are you going to buy?" He says.

The witch watches him for the first time. He thinks that she will not answer him, since she only observes him static, like a rock.

"My coins are gone," she answers quietly. He refuses to be surprised because she's speaking to him, it goes through his head that it's because she hasn't seen him around here, but he's still cautious. "Sorry if I it bothered you" he's pulling away.

He stands up, picks up a jar of a reddish jam, and offers it to her "It's a gift for being our first customer. "

She steps back when he offers her the jam, frightened. She freezes, exchanges a look between the hunter and the owners of the premises, who shake heads and remain silent.

"Do not bother. "

"Don't take it that way, miss." The hunter watches the elders. "They are happy that a young woman like you sets her eyes on the jams, isn't it, guys? " The farmers nod.

For a minute he thinks she won't accept it and will run away, but she takes the jam gently and thanks the farmers.

When she leaves, the lady drops onto the bench and runs a hand over her face.

The hunter looks at the young woman, who is walking with her head down and looks at the jam in her basket.

"Mister hunter, are we cursed now?"

He rolled his eyes "No. I still believe she is not a witch. "

"Did you see how she observed the jam?" They say at the rival jam stand. "You shouldn't buy there" they advise a customer.

***

The hunter had offered to repair the roof of the farmers' house, as they complained of a leak that was bothering them and had heard that the rains were approaching. It is a favor for another.

He has been here for a week and a half; he has seen the young woman for only one day. He had sent a letter to his family so that they would provide more information on witches, especially those who do not look like one.

"Hello," a small voice interrupts him. He leans over to see the witch at the entrance to the house, she appeared out of nowhere, if he were more superstitious, he would have thought she appeared out of nowhere, but he knew about her stealth. "I came to drop this by" She seems nervous. She raises her basket for him to see. "My chickens just laid eggs and I thought I could thank them for this with the jam", she explains.

The hunter analyzes the eggs in detail, they do not seem cursed, although from a distance he could not see well.

"I will come down and receive you."

He entered the house through the attic window. When he is in the living room, he sees the scared couple of farmers, they hide behind a sofa and watch the girl from the window.

He rolled your eyes and open the door.

The girl is dressed much like the first time he saw her. The scarf exposes her face, realizing that she is attractive to the naked eye, unlike the witches he had murdered in other towns.

"Sorry to interrupt your work, Mr. Dami." She doesn't look him in the eye. Her foot rubs over the other, showing embarrassment. "Please accept the eggs for the jam."

Hearing about the eggs, the lady makes herself fit and looks at the gift with emotion.

"Oh, darling. Thank you."

The hunter grimaces when he sees the women so interested and changed aptitude and begins to tell a story about why they can't have chickens on the farm justifying it with age, she lengthens it more than necessary and the young woman stays in silence, just listening.

He is left alone to see how she behaves, she looks uncomfortable, but she does not interrupt the old woman, she nods and is silent at the right moments, she seems almost excited that someone is telling her about their life. When she leaves, the old woman says goodbye with enthusiasm, making comments about how sweet and pretty she seemed.

Her husband does not seem so convinced.

"Maybe the eggs are cursed."

The hunter takes one of the eggs and crashes it on the ground; there is a yolk and a white "These eggs are fine. If they were cursed, they would be completely black inside, they would be rotten. They can eat without worry."

The old woman applauds "I'll finally eat fried eggs! "

***

When the information came from the city there is nothing he can do, the signs and characteristics were clear, and the young woman does not comply with any. You can't blame someone for witchcraft if the evidence doesn't point to it, as much as some see him as a murderer, he wouldn't kill an innocent, this girl has done nothing.

"I promise you she's a witch."

The hunter rolls his eyes "You say it only to keep me in this town. There are towns that are really being cursed by witches. These people do not understand that because someone is different doesn’t mean that they are capable of hurting entire fields."

The farmers are angry, they had hired him for something else.

"You can pay me as many coins as you want, I won't stay."

"If you don't make the witch go, we will kill her."

A dagger slides through his hand, he is ready to fight these people, but someone hits him in the head and the hunter falls to the ground, unconscious.

***

When he opens his eyes, he is sore and lying on a pile of cloth, in a makeshift bed.

It is in a cabin; the roof is wooden, and it is hot. There is a smell of spices, a warm cloth on his forehead and he was stripped of his usual clothing to wear a shirt and pants made of soft fabric.

"Don't move," a voice advises him.

Then, he looks at the young woman who is mixing herbs in the cauldron and the liquid is thick with a yellowish tone. His instincts kicked in, he recalled the rumor that she was seen brewing a potion in a cauldron, perhaps he was wrong.

"How did you find me?"

She looks up "I found you in the woods. Don't move, they gave you a good blow to the head. "

He looks himself.

How did she know?

"I brought you to my cabin. You've been unconscious for five hours” she informs him. "Keep stirring. I guess you already know about me."

He frowns.

"You're a witch? "

She rolls her eyes "Everyone believes that. "

He stands up with difficulty, he staggers, and the weapon continues in his hand. He keeps it hidden, the young woman has not confirmed anything, however, she can still be dangerous. He looks at her and thinks that at any moment she can remove her skin to reveal a horrible being, the type of witch he fights with.

He’s approaching "Are you or not? "

Each of his footstep’s echoes on the hardwood floor, she stands up leaving the cauldron boiling aside and watches him. When they get close, everything pulls him towards this girl, she is like a magnet and he thinks he prefers to see what is under her dress.

The girl approaches, everything is light, delicate and she is bathed in light, as if she were glowing. He wants to run his hands through her hair, feel her skin and kiss her. He had never felt this way for any woman; he does not care about the danger or threats that he would receive. Perhaps she has bewitched him.

"Mr. Dami."

Their gazes meet, jade and amethyst.

He pulls her in a kiss, there is a gasp of surprise and for a few seconds she does not respond, but one of her hands wraps around his neck and she stands on tiptoes wanting to deepen the kiss, he is faster and wraps his arm in her waist, raising her. Now they are at the same height, he feels her hand go up to his hair stroking.

She tilts her head, her teeth brushing his lower lip, and she pinches his hand, but she's laughing, and they have to part.

Raven is laughing so loud that she hears Maps yelling cut through her megaphone. The boys who roll their eyes knowing that they would have to repeat the whole scene from the beginning, and he just wants to finish all this, it is bad to have to kiss like this in public WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND in a play that tells a story that could be printed in an erotic book.

He remembers that this is for an extra credit, although he does not understand how the story written by Maps was decided to be presented.

"Raven, you're ruining it!"

His girlfriend bit her lips holding a laugh "It’s just that… Do I really have to say ´Mr. Dami´ with a sigh? " she laughed. She cites the dialogue, even in rehearsals they had mocked this phrase and the meaningless story. "Do you want to present this in front of the parents? "

Maps rises "It's a beautiful story about a hunter and witch who fall in love!" There is some laughter. "They are rivals to lovers! "

Damian rolls his eyes "We could do a parody. "

"Shut up, Wayne!"

The girl is proud of her work and would not exchange it, even if other ideas were suggested. Damian had thought that there was nothing original, with the script he had all the time with an eyebrow raised, thinking about the gaps, inconsistencies and absurd things in the plot.

Was there a need for the hunter and the witch to kiss each other? NO, Maps did it to annoy him? SURE, also the name she chose the hunter is very similar to his.

"The premise is simple: Once upon a time there was a hunter and a witch who fell in love, but their story did not have a happy ending" she points them out. Raven is struggling to remove her heels and rest her feet after two hours of rehearsals. "You guys should understand the complexities of your characters! "

Is his character complex? Doesn't he fit in with the typical male lead in novels?

"Wait, isn't that line from Daughter of Smoke and Bone?"

Maps roll your eyes.

"No! "

Trials continue.

***

"What do you think the witch and the hunter are called?"

Damian looks up from the book he is reading. They're both on the sofa in the library, they were having a lazy afternoon, they had tea in porcelain cups, while Raven lays her head on her boyfriend's legs, Titus sleeps on the carpet and Alfred the cat is curled up on his stomach, pinching the fabric and knead his skin looking for the best sleeping position.

"I don't care," he goes back to his book.

She does not take it personally, he is not happy with the direction of the work and has complaints. Raven treated him with grace, but Damian cannot help but point out mistakes.

"I think the witch can be called Violet."

He frowned.

"Why?"

She thinks about it "She has Violet's face. "

Damian lowers his book, looks her in the eye and strokes her hair, exposing her face. His hands are calloused, he smells of ink, lotion and soap, there is a scar on his palm, which is a sensitive spot and still makes a chill run down her body when his green eyes are looking at her, his hands touch her and turn her into a whimsical girl who wants more. They are not a sentimental couple, he is a tough and distant person, she is lonely and direct with her opinions, but when they are together it is different.

"You cannot be guided by that alone, my darling."

The ´Darling´ had been one of the few nicknames that had implemented their vocabulary, it appeared at certain times. After sex when they are tired and happy about to sleep, when it appeared at dawn when finishing an exhausting patrol, it used to be present when they drink tea or when they feel affectionate, after the missions left them exhausted and only wished they were close.

A smile glides across his face "Am I not the intuitive one here? "

Raven kisses the palm of his hand, and he smiles. "You are."

"AWWWW," Dick squeals. Her brothers enter the library and are mixed with emotions. "AREN’T THEY PRETTY? "

(It’s sad to end Damirae week 2020. Is my first time that I participate, I loved it.

The community is incredible.

I planned a lot of things for fanfics.

Excuse my bad English, I'm working on it.

Thank you, @ravenfan1242 You’re wonderful!

P.S: DAMIAN IS A SOFT BABY)

#damirae week 2020 #damirae week #damirae #damian x raven #Damian Wayne #raven #DC animated universe

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eak8753 · 4 years

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May 16: Rivals to lovers

Their names were Damian and Raven, Robin and Rachel. An Al Guhl and a demon. From the moment they met, to when he convinced her to leave hell, to when they were living with Terra, they had been themselves. And if there was one thing about the ex-assassin and demoness, it was that they were very similar. Similar in ways that weren’t outwardly bad, but definitely not good either. They were both closed-off, stubborn, and competitive. It was because of these shared traits -or in spite of them- that the two birds had begun trying to up one the other, a game of sorts.

It had taken the other Titans a while before they noticed the game that the two birds had created amongst themselves. It was a game of Titles. What Titles? Any. It was to prove that they were better, more will minded, more devoted than the other. They would compete to see who woke up earlier. To see who could train longer -most didn’t realize that meditation was Raven’s training, a training of the mind rather than that of the body- and the most prized Title, a competition of wits.

At first Starfire and Nightwing had wanted to put an end to their little game, if only for a while. They were on the same team, fighting for the same side and yet they were rivals. The princess of Tamaran found the whole thing pointless. Until one day they had the pleasure of watching one of their battles unfold. A battle of wits, one that they had done many times before, usually ending with no winner. What they were talking about was lost to the older Titans. Neither of them missed a beat, replying to the other with just as much sarcasm as the other.

Beast Boy, of course, had known why the two birds really liked fighting so much, before anyone else did. It gave them an excuse to be close to the other, even if they were being infuriating to one another. His animal sense could pick up on this tension between them, one that ran deeper than friendship; whether it was romantic, sexual or another type of tension, was unclear to him at the time. He got his answer two months later when they revealed that they were a couple.

This had made the team think that they would be over with the game, put an end to it. But all it did was make the intensity of it increase. Now not only could they compete for pointless Titles, but could now rival each other for affection. Compete to see who the better significant other was. They would buy each other gifts, make random physical gestures of affection -hold hands, hug, kiss- all the while making The Titans regret the decision of not making them stop. Sure seeing them rival each other when it came to arguments and debates, or training was always amusing, but seeing them act cute was just unnatural. It wasn’t normal in the slightest, then again, Damian and Raven weren’t exactly normal.

#damirae week 2020 #damirae #damirae-week #fanfiction #demon birds #damian #raven #damian x raven

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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Crash the Wedding

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Mg4r0sA

by Heyimtephy

La escena parecía ser sacada de una novela dramática mal escrita, de esas en donde el amante de la novia llegaba corriendo a la ceremonia para detener la boda y así reclamar el amor que le pertenecía.

Damirae Week 22: Día 2 - Celos

Words: 1414, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 1 of Damirae Week 22

Fandoms: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Justice League vs. Teen Titans (2016), Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017), Justice League Dark: Apokolips War (2020)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Raven (Teen Titans), Damian Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake

Relationships: Raven/Damian Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: DamiRae Week 2022

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Mg4r0sA

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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opheliawillowbrook · 3 years

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Hey guys I thought I’d just share the link for this story on Ao3 in cause you prefer to give it a read there. Feel free to leave me kudo or some constructive feedback, please. Helpful critiques are always welcome :D

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017), Justice League vs. Teen Titans (2016), Teen Titans (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, Justice League Dark: Apokolips War (2020), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raven/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r Characters: Damian Wayne, Raven (DCU), Dick Grayson, Jaime Reyes, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy, Comedy, making fun of twlight, For once no Shakespeare references, Buffy the Vampire Slayer References, camilla - Freeform, gothic horror, Sexy Times, First Time, Implied/Referenced Sex, sexual innuendo, birthday gift, damirea, Damirae week, Satire Series: Part 1 of Damie One Shots Summary:

Damian raises some rather valid questions in regards to women's fantasies during the innocuously titled Movie Night which Raven is more than happy to answer.

Sidenote: Best Comment not only picking up on the Letterkenny Reference, but 100% committed to it as well. got show sir or madam!

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xaphrin · 4 years

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“You’re way cuter than I expected.”

Raven jerked at the sound of a voice that was not Damian’s, and she stumbled backward into the water. Her eyes widened as she saw someone - no, something - perched on top of an old, sturdy tree father back away from the shore. Panic filled her as she met eyes as blue as the lagoon and a smile brighter than the sun. It looked… menacing.

There was a rustling of branches and Raven watched as a person jumped down from the tree, his movements impossibly quiet and smooth. He was tall, oddly pale given the white-hot heat of the sun, and his chest was speckled with scars. He wore a pair of perfectly tailored khakis, slung around trim hips, and bare feet, but not much else. Raven watched as he approached her, his smile widening as he took in her entire form before landing on the intricate necklace laying against her breastbone.

“Dami has good taste.” He snorted and leaned back on his heels. “Although, I see he went a little bit overboard with his proposal offerings. I don’t even think half of those shells are from this side of the world.” He looked smug, and gave a halfhearted shrug. “Well, his motto is pretty much if it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.”

Raven stayed quiet, still watching him as he mind raced through a hundred different scenarios all at once. She hadn’t explored the entirety of the island yet, there were still dark parts of the jungle that frightened her and kept her too far from Damian, but she was almost certain she was the only person here. She had to be, otherwise she would have seen evidence of someone else.. wouldn’t she?

“Ah!” The man snapped his fingers as if he’d forgotten something. “But, where are my manners? I’m Richard. You can call me Dick.” He gave a ridiculous, dramatic bow and bent forward far enough for Raven to see two huge scars along his back, just under his shoulder blades. She took another step back, splashing into the waves. The stranger stood back up with a grin. “I’m Dami’s brother.”

Brother? Damian had… a brother?

“Adoptive.”

Raven turned to see Damian behind her, pulling himself into the shallow water with a soft curse. He curled his tail close to Raven’s leg, as if it were a sign of possession. She looked down at him, stuttering. “Brother?”

“Adoptive.” Damian repeated, sounding more annoyed than anything else. His tail flicked against her leg, annoyed. “Richard is my adoptive brother.”

Raven looked back at the stranger and felt the words fall from her mouth before she could stop them. “He’s not a… merman.”

Oh. Maybe it was rude to point that out.

“No! I am not!” Dick grinned and crossed his arms over this chest, and before Raven could blink, she watched as two pitch-black wings spouted from his back. His face contorted into something long and dark, with shadowed eyes and sharp, pointed teeth. He let go of a terrifying cry that rattled Raven’s bones, before he pulled the wings back in and smiled that charming, lopsided smile again.

Damian snorted. “Harpy.”

“Harpy?” Raven looked over at Damian, who only rolled his eyes. “How-? What-?” She struggled to find the right words. “Your brother is a harpy?”

“Adoptive brother. And yes, he is a harpy - an annoying one.” Damian sighed and lifted himself up a little higher on his hands. “What are you doing here? I was told that you were supposed to be off in eastern Europe for the next… forever?”

“I heard I was going to have a sister-in-law soon! I needed to come meet her. Cute, by the way.” Dick gave a thumbs up and stepped towards them. “I never thought you’d actually find someone. Especially someone as cute as her! And a human to boot.” He took a few steps closer to her and took a deep breath, as if tasting her scent. “Oh! Not human! Part-fae! Woah.” He snapped his fingers again, placing his hands on Raven’s shoulders. “I bet Kori would love her. I should bring her by and they should make a day of-”

“No.” Damian glared and offered a delicate curse. “And, stop smelling my bride, you cad.”

Dick stepped back and rolled his eyes. His eyes went down to the shells at Raven’s neck before looking back at Damian, his expression sly. “Anyway… I assume you’ll be making this all official next week?”

“Official?” Raven blinked and looked back at Damian, her heart . “I… I thought we were official.”

Damian sighed and glanced up at her, searching her eyes as if he was trying to gather courage to tell her the truth. “We are… engaged.” He let go of a deep sigh and shifted in the water, his tail still brushing against her leg. “But, without the ceremony to seal our matrimony, we are not official, as Richard so eloquently puts it. The shells only announce that you are taken - not how you are taken. Whether by betrothal or marriage.”

Raven blinked, her heart turning over in her chest. She was his betrothed, but somehow she thought she was more than that, and learning that she was not yet his wife set something on edge inside her. She shifted, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest. “Did you… not want to-”

“My love.” Damian’s words were sharp, almost harsh. “I will tell you everything you want to know, and explain every question you have.” He turned back to Dick, who was laughing into his hand. “But not with him hovering over us like a pest we cannot kill.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dick grinned and took another step back, his wings sprouting from his back in a flash of shadows and feathers. “I can take the hint.” He lifted off into the sky, hovering above Damian and Raven. “I’m sure I’ll get to welcome you as my sister officially next week. Until then… take good care of her, Dami.”

Raven stood there and watched him fly off, feeling Damian’s tail twitch next to her. He huffed out another curse and flicked his hair out of his eyes. A long silence stretched over them, and Raven sat down in the water next to him, watching as his eyes turned dark. He glanced away from her, as if he was trying to gather both his courage and his thoughts. Raven waited patiently, listening to the waves as they crashed against the sand.

Finally Damian spoke. “I have… a lot to explain.”

Raven snorted. Yes. He did.

#damirae #damirae week 2020 #demonbirds #meet the family and maybe kinda marriage #I hated my soulmate au so I had to scrap it #but I hope this is okay #merman au

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