#damian and raven

[damiraeart]

he is a gentleman✨️

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[ghurab-alzilal]

Death: WELCOME TO THE END OF THE EXISTENCE, MOR- Oh, it's you again.

Damian: *waves *

Death: Another laser beam?

Damian: Gunshot this time.

Death: ...

Damian: Hey, you redecorated this place since the last time?

Death: Yeah, thanks for noticing!

Damian, begins to glow : Oh, Raven is calling me to come back. Tell Grandfather I said "hi".

Death: Of course! See you next month!

[multiverseworm]

We all know Raven and Damian’s height difference completely shifted over time. She used to be taller than him and, by the end of the movies, he was much taller than her. Almost a foot taller.

But boys usually have a growth spree that happens over night. So imagine Damian going to Gotham as a 5’6 teen for a couple weeks one summer and then coming back as a grown ass 6’2 or 6’3 man that is not done growing yet😭

*Damian returns to the Titans Tower and is sitting down on one of the couches reading a book. Raven happens to pass by and catches glimpse of him.*

Raven: Look what Gotham finally decided to dump-

*Damian getting up to greet her appropriately and all that Raven sees is how he keeps going up and looking down at her.*

Damian *notices her reaction*: Are you feeling well?

Raven *not flustered and confused at all*: Who are you and what have you done with Damian?

[helenshy00]

Lovely, isn't it?

[lenabrerus]

Jason: - Tell me Shorte, first thing you love in Ray?

Damian: - It is not of your business, Todd

Dick: - Oh, come on. You said to me it was her eyes.

Damian *through the teeth*: - Shut up Grayson.

Dick: - Don't be shy, Dami. Love at first sight is beautiful

Jason: - Is it true?

Damian: - Not everything in eyes.

Dick: - Oh yeah? What's else?

[xaphrin]

Midnight Promises Broken at Dawn

It's Halloween! (just barely) and this is part of the colab I was working on with @inverted-typo. We decided to go with an Eros and Psyche theme.

There's so much more that's set to come out, because (of course) it got way out of control. I am aiming for the next part in two weeks, and I will post it to AO3.

Thank you so much for everything, and for being patient!

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Damian felt the tug of someone breaking the seal that lined the wilderness of his estate. It was like a spider web thread snapping in the back of his mind, the delicate fiber straining until it broke and hung limp and loose against someone’s skin.  

Curious. 

The seal was designed to create a barrier along his sacred land so that wandering humans would have the sudden urge to panic and flee in the opposite direction. Anyone who managed to break through was either very powerful or very stupid. Or, maybe even a little desperate. After all, desperation bred fools. 

He glanced up from the sketch he’d been working on and stared out the window into the dark gray of a blizzard at twilight, a mild annoyance creasing his brow. Damian may have been the grandson of a god, and have some minor powers of his own, but even he couldn't command the weather when it was like this. 

Unfortunately, whoever had broken through his barrier would be allowed to remain close to his land until the storm calmed down.

Damian frowned and let go of a heavy sigh, glaring at nothing in particular. What an annoyance.

-

Raven could at least say that she had been given some small graces, even tiny ones. She had managed to harvest a few late mushrooms and set up additional traps in the woods farther from her cabin. It would have been better to have the traps be a bit closer to where she was currently taking shelter, but the storm had moved in faster than she anticipated, leaving her food sources scarce, and her choices even moreso.  

The wind whipped overhead, shaking snow loose from the trees and scattering it over her shoulders. The noise was somehow both ear-deafening and eerily quiet. It shook her bones, but somehow never made a real sound.  

With a curse staining her lips, she picked her way back along the path she created, making her way back to the dilapidated cabin she was taking shelter in. Her feet couldn’t move her fast enough. She felt strange being on this land, as if she wasn’t supposed to be here. It felt like a tug in her chest, a panicked feeling that made her breath short and her body shiver hard. But necessity drove her this far away from the cabin, and her options were growing more and more limited. 

"Someday," she muttered to herself, brushing snow-wet hair from her eyes, "I am going to learn to live with others. In a society. With people." 

It seemed more like an empty promise than a real one, and it was one she made at least three times a week. It had been well over a year since her bastard of a father had thankfully died, but his heavy shadow remained on her shoulders - oppressive and domineering. Her world should have opened up and grown larger with possibilities and friends, but the fingers of his crazed fear sank too deep into her own mind. And if she was honest with herself, she doubted she would ever be free of them. 

For the protection of the world, you must remain alone. You are a stain here, Raven. Nothing better than a whore of Babylon. 

Fuck him. Cursing his grave (wherever it was), she kicked at a rotting stump and made her way back to the abandoned forest ranger cabin that had become her temporary home. It didn't have much in the way of modern comforts, but at least it had a hand pump for water outside, and an outhouse. After some of the places she had stayed with her father, four walls around her while she did her business was practically palatial in comparison. 

Raven made her way through the snow, following the marks she had left in the trees to show the path. The storm continued to rage around her, growing more and more violent and bitterly cold with each minute. Even the shelter of thick, ancient pines couldn’t shield her forever. She pulled her worn coat tighter around her, and eventually found her way back to the cabin. 

When she stepped over the threshold, the pitch black of night had fallen, and the storm eased marginally. Small blessings, even if they were a little late. 

Walking carefully over the packed dirt floor, Raven stoked the coals still smoldering in the fireplace, and sank down into the ragged remains of an armchair by the hearth. She looked through her ever thinning supplies until she located her last can of soup. Sighing, she tucked it near the coals of the fire, warming what was left of her food. She wasn't sure when she'd be able to go on a supply run into town, and she didn't feel great about the traps she set today, so she was going to have to make this last as long as she could. 

Raven pulled herself close to the fire and tucked her thin blanket around her legs, feeling every muscle in her body ache with exertion. She was weary, and not just from the daily struggle of trying to survive. She was weary of being so utterly alone and isolated. Her father, in spite of all his bullshit, was at least some small amount of company. After he died, she had no one.

Her chest grew tight, and grief filled her until it was so heavy she wasn’t sure if she could bear the weight. A cold tear spilled over her cheek and she wiped it away with her sleeve. She wasn’t sad for his loss, but was sad that she had no one to turn to - no one to help her move forward in the world. She was, for all intents and purposes, alone. 

Raven watched the coals' red glow fade, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness as she slipped into a half-sleep, where her dreams seemed far too real. 

"A human. How pathetic."

Raven grit her teeth against the insult. She might have been a pathetic human, but she would survive out of spite, and that was a threat. 

Her head rocked to the side, staring into the dark shadows of the half-rotted cabin. Hearing phantom voices and seeing unexpected things became a usual occurrence after being alone for so long, but this voice sounded different than it ever had before. "You're not any better…" She paused, trying to think of something to call this new hallucination. “…you ass.”

Very clever.   

The was a soft grunt, proving that it was obviously not insulted by her weak name calling. The shadows moved like smoke, staying tight to the deepest part of the darkness. Raven felt something staring at her, as if trying to understand what she was. She turned her head and stared into the rafters, hearing the creak and groan of the roof under the weight of snow. 

“What are you doing out here?”

“It’s public land. I am public.” She closed her eyes, trying to let herself fall deeper into sleep, but the shadows kept talking, much to her annoyance. Sometimes she wished her phantoms would just shut up.  

“Not all of it is public land. You stepped past those boundaries.” 

“Oh, please.” Raven snorted. “Will some absurdly rich recluse really know if I trap a few hares on their thousands of acres of unused land?” 

The shadows responded with a strange breathy noise, as if it wasn’t sure whether or not she made a valid point. 

“See?” Raven let her point seep into her tone. “Even you agree.”

There was another long pause, and the darkness spoke again. “Perhaps there is a reason to keep you off the land.”

“To make sure that their investment of land holdings is properly protected?”

“Hm.” The shadows moved like ink in water, spreading out against the walls as the coals’ light dimmed even farther. Finally it moved closer to her. “You seem to think you know a lot for someone who lives in a stolen hovel on public land.”

“Circumstances don’t always dictate the totality of a person.” 

The shadows didn’t seem to know what to make of that comment, and stayed silent. Raven closed her eyes and let her body sink into the remains of the armchair, wrapping the threadbare blankets tighter around her. She shifted onto her side and faced the fading heat of the coals. The world grew heavy and dark, and Raven felt her body finally succumb to exhaustion, as she slipped into a dark, empty dreamless sleep.  

But, she swore she heard one last word from her half-dream of shadows along the wall… 

“Curious.”

-

She haunted his thoughts and that infuriated him more than anything. 

This ragged slip of a human, who squatted in abandoned cabins and had the gall to tease him. Him. The grandson of a god, and a demigod in his own right.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if the traps she set remained bare, if she had managed to find food or warmth, and even if her firewood was dry enough. It was unbearable. Every moment he wasn’t completely focused on something else, she entered his thoughts.

Against his better judgment, Damian found himself visiting her again a few nights later, unable to stay away. He thought that if he saw her again, he might be less enamored by her - at least, that was what he kept telling himself. 

She was interesting, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. There was something about the way she spoke to him that piqued his curiosity. It was as if she thought he was an echo or a dream, and not real in any sense of the word. He had spent most of his long life being surrounded by those who worshiped his grandfather, and while Damian appreciated the reverence and kowtowing, it felt almost refreshing to have someone treat him… normal. 

Almost.

She should still have some verneration for him. He was technically still a god. 

When Damian slipped into the shadows of the abandoned cabin, he found her floating in that space between awake and sleep where things seemed almost real. Her eyes lifted to the dark corner where he stood, trying to discern his shape from between the shadows. 

“You came back.” Her voice was a slow drawling sound that slid over his skin like a spell. “I thought you’d disappeared. It’s been a few days since you’ve haunted me.”

Part of him wished he hadn’t returned here, and he had forgotten all about the trespasser on his land. But, here he was, watching a strange woman sleep on a rotting armchair. “You’re still here…” He trailed off, leaving the question unspoken in the air. 

“Raven,” she muttered with an annoyed sigh. “I would have thought you would have at least known my name since you insist on following me around and invading my inner peace.” There was a long pause and he thought she had fallen asleep. Finally, her words slipped from behind her lips. “I’m here because I have nowhere else to go.” 

He blinked and continued to watch her, letting her words settle. There was a story there he wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure if he should pry. Prying meant that there was a part of him that cared about her, and he didn’t. But… perhaps he was a little curious. 

“You have no home?”

“Even if I did, it would not be a place I would go back to." Raven sighed, as if this conversation was exhausting her. “And, if I can't find strength in myself, then who else could I possibly find strength in?”

Damian was about to say something brave and gallant, but he stopped himself. He was not the type of person to offer platitudes and words of encouragement, and he certainly wasn't the type of person to offer help in any sense of the word. He liked his solitude and his privacy, and the only reason he was here was because this human was upsetting his perfectly manicured life. 

Still… 

“Seems to be a lonely life.”

“It is.” She gave a dry laugh, her blunt answer cutting through the weight of the room. There was a sorrow that clung to her, and a longing for something more than she had now. “After all, I'm talking to the shadows on the wall about my lack of home.”

He wondered if she would believe him if he said he was real, but chose to keep silent instead. 

“You should go away, you’re keeping me from my well deserved sleep. You’re like an annoying fly buzzing around my head.” She gave a halfhearted wave, as if shooing him away, before she turned her face to the warmth of the fire. Her breath deepened, and Damian stood there for a long while, watching this curious human sleep. 

There was an odd, uncomfortable stirring in his chest, as though his heart was waking up after a long, deep sleep. 

His lips twitched in annoyance, and he glanced around the small cabin, taking stock of what she owned. It was so little, that it seemed as though she had simply walked out of a place one day with whatever she could carry on her back. A few clothes, a threadbare blanket, a backpack that had certainly seen better days, and…

His eyes rested on several beat up paperback books poking through the holes of her bag. That seemed like an odd choice, having books when she seemed to have such limited resources in the first place. Damian turned that observation around in his head for a moment, unsure of what to make of it.

Ultimately, it didn't matter. Mortals were of little concern to him.

Raven included. 

Ignoring that strange flutter in his chest, he slipped back into the shadows and disappeared from the cabin.

[opheliawillowbrook]

Damirae Week Day 5: AL ISIKANA / SUBMISSION

Lol meant to post this sooner, but between one tiny chicken refusing to put herself to bed and one silly kitten forcing his entire head into a cat nip container (he might need rehab) I'm finally in my sweatpants and ready to chill... Also have a wedding tomorrow I'm doing hair for so I had to pack for that too... Anyway I wrote yesterday:

You guys have no idea how excited I am to have completed this update for Damirae Week, especially for the theme of Al istikana / Submission. Taming of the Shrew has always been one of my favorite works by Shakespeare because of how richly layered it is, full of endless interpretations. One of the things that fascinates me most about it is its exploration of marriage, along with the themes of submission and acceptance, which are central to the story and resonate in such complex ways.

In modern times, the idea of submission in relationships often carries a narrow, sometimes negative connotation—often viewed as inherently misogynistic or restrictive. But in Shakespeare’s day, submission within marriage or partnership was seen in a broader, more nuanced way. It was understood not just as compliance or passivity but as a layered form of harmony and balance, where two people could work within society's rules to build a union of mutual support. For instance, Katherine and Petruchio’s relationship can be interpreted not only as a battle of wills but also as a journey toward understanding and interdependence, with submission working both ways, even subtly, at times.

In my update, I’m exploring how Taming of the Shrew’s perspectives on submission might unfold within the Damirae pairing—bringing out those themes in a way that resonates across eras, where submission isn’t just about control or obedience but about discovering a form of love that’s rooted in respect, honesty, and even defiance. I can’t wait to share how it’s come together thus far.

That being said, some of these themes and prospect will be explored further down the line as the story further unfold, but for now this where we're at!

Hope you all enjoy and once again, Happy Damirae Week

With love --Ophelia

[helena-thessa]

chapter nine of Silent Night is posted.

In which the most romantic thing I think I've written so far is when Damian passive aggressively throws a sweatshirt in Raven's general direction while busily walking moodily storming by her. Feels like maybe I should share that as a sort of warning? lol

Raven's POV: "She’s an enemy now. Damian doesn’t take his eyes off her when he motions for Titus to join them." Damian's POV: "Damian scoffs, which is a sure-fire way to get under his family’s skin, so probably hers as well." Author's POV: Idiots.

[niveriiarte]

Why is it always that the hottest boy and the hottest girl on the show with best sexual tension do not get enough moments together 😭

[multiverseworm]

This is me if you care

[ghurab-alzilal]

Raven: Damian, can I have a hug?

Damian: You know I hate that. *hugs Raven tightly *

Raven: I know, I know...

Damian: Hugs are for weakling morons. *squeezes the oxygen out of Raven's lungs *

Raven: Uh-huh.

Damian: They're just disgusting. *rests his head on Raven's shoulder *

Raven: You're not going to let me go, are you?

Damian: Not at the moment. No.

[multiverseworm]

Remember that trend on TikTok where pet owners would go outside, put the pet on the ground right in the middle of them and then sprint off in opposite directions to see which pets liked each of them more?

I can totally picture Damian and Raven doing this trend for the funsies.

(I’m pretty sure this must have been done already. If it has, tag me. If it hasn’t, someone please draw it, I beg you)

Damian would be extremely confident about his pets choosing him over Raven (for obvious reasons) and would end up completely disappointed by the outcome.

Titus and Goliath would go after Raven with no hesitation whatsoever in their respective turns.

Bat-cow would go after Damian because even though she likes Raven, she trusts no one like she does Damian (he saved her from death after all).

Alfred would look at both of them sprinting away and then lay down on the ground to groom herself but when they comeback, disappointed that she didn’t go after any of them, she only allows Raven to pick her up.

———

*A few hours and no cuddles later*

Raven: Are you still mad at me? It’s not like they don’t love you anymore!

Damian: *continues to work on his finance report for Wayne Enterprises without a word*

Raven: Fine, then I guess I’ll have to go sit in silence and think about what I did.

*silence*

Raven: Naked.

*she starts to walk away while stripping her clothes off and Damian looks over his shoulder with nervous anticipation*

Raven: *distant voice* In the shower-

Damian: *Already with his shirt off and tailing her* I was merely trying to mention the lack of respect that involved-

*Banter continues in the bathroom for as long as he remains with his clothes on*

[helenshy00]

Just let it all burn... Only for you, beloved...

[lenabrerus]

Love them ...

more than anything🥺

[multiverseworm]

*Taking notes for my fic because this is so Damirae*

Married Anthony is lowkey the funniest character in Bridgerton. His rage is still slowly burning under the surface but his wife waltzes in and goes “don’t worry dear it’ll be fine” and he’s just like “yeah you’re soooo right and soooo hot.” As he should