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Day 2: Fairytale/Fantasy

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I am alive! I’ve feel so rusty but I’m glad I was able to write something, continuing on the Year of the OTP march theme; a brief update, if you wish to call it that way, from Enchanted.

See you around <3

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Await for my return.

Those were the last words the witch had said to him before going to refresh herself. Whatever that meant.

He raised his eyes to the sky, where the blue sky was turning into orange, announcing the night’s arrival any time soon. And yet, she was not back yet. Tsk. He didn’t enjoy the quietness of the forest, at least not ever since he gained his conscious back.

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Day 2 @damirae-week @damiraedemonbirdsM

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Is your comic posted anywhere else other than on wattpad? It got taken down or something. Does it exist anywhere else so I can read it?

Hi! I’m afraid this blog is merely a catalogue of all the various damirae fic and art done for the various events we hold. I don’t write, draw, or host any of the actual work, just provide a convenient gathering place so it’s all ways to find. you’d be better off contacting the original poster on their blog. 

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Welcome to the DamiRae Zine!

A project made by fans for fans! 

✦To celebrate the pairing of Damian Wayne and Raven (Rachel) Roth✦

2020 has been a real rollercoaster for fans of the DamiRae ship. We officially became canon in the last film of the DC Animated Movie Universe, Justice League Dark: Apokolips War! However, at the same time we were completely forgotten in the comics.

We know how disappointing that may sound, mainly after waiting so long for these two to come together. And it’s for that reason we at the DamiRae Discord decided that we should unite, roll up our sleeves and launch a new project: The DamiRae Zine!

We are counting on the collaboration of all you shippers to make this a blast!

What is a Zine?

A fanzine (fan magazine or zine) is a non-professional and unofficial publication, produced by enthusiasts and fans of a particular popular cultural interest, for the pleasure of others who share your interest. In other words, a Zine is an unofficial project, unaffiliated to DC Comics, made for our nice little fandom.  Fanart and Fanfics galore! 

✦WE ARE OPENING PARTICIPANT ENTRIES!!✦

Send an Ask or DM us @damiraezine (tumblr) /or/ email us at damiraezine@outlook.com if you are interested!

The title for this zine project is - “To Find You Again”!! We welcome the many wonderful Artists & Writers of our fandom, and will be immensely grateful if you all participate. There is already a chosen theme and a chosen date for entry and delivery of works so we can keep things organized and fair for everyone. 

The theme of our first DamiRae Zine will be “12 Months of DamiRae” [Seasons & Holidays]. Each participant can choose which month(s) they’d like to make pieces on. Unleash your creativity, everyone is welcome! (Note: We’re aiming for approx. 20 creators - some staff are already participating in the zine, so if this # is exceeded we will make an extra announcement, limiting entries)

There is a page limit for every creator!

> Writer Info & Page Limit: maximum 10 pages, font 10, 1.5 spacing 

It does not have to be one story, as long as it is within page limit

If you wish to collab with an artist for illustrations, DM them personally

Any illustration will be counted in the writer’s 10 page limit

All final work will need to be in *English*, proofreaders (for translated work) and betas will be found and matched for you if help is needed 

> Artist Info & Page Limit: maximum 8 pages (= 4 full spreads), each page (estimated) 8 x 11 inches, final file format JPEG/JPG

As we have yet to decide on printing, we suggest you start on a high resolution, preferably fit for A4 paper size

**Remember that the rating will be T (may contain violence, suggestive themes, strong language, cannot contain anything explicit, triggering, NSFW or +18)

We are also in need of… 

> Editors & Writing Betas & Proofreaders: We have a separate Zine Discord; if you would like to become part of the staff and help us in editing, or have any experience in zine making, please let us know as well!

The deadlines have been decided and will be as follows:

September 15 - Opening of our Zine, entries available through Ask or DM or E-Mail - we will compile a list of participants

September 24 - Zine Participant entry deadline, participant list will be announced

December 10 - Deadline for sending ALL FINAL works.

December 14 - Estimated official launch of our Zine.

> There will be progress checks by staff on the 15th of October and November. We have limited time and staff, so commitment and responsibility from the participants is crucial to have quality work!

> The submitted work MUST be original and not previously posted to any social media and must NOT be posted anywhere until after the official release of our Zine, with an exception for small previews (ask staff for further instruction).

> Printing and shipping logistics will be discussed and announced asap!

Participants will be able to send their finalized work to our Zine’s official email: damiraezine@outlook.com

We hope to see you all as excited as we are. We want to make this a celebratory moment from fans, for fans and we want to do this together with you! Share your love for the DamiRae ship with us!

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DamiRae Week 2020

May 15: Meet the family (F.R.I.E.N.D.S Edit) Hi! sorry for the (2 months) late upload! I had this idea for awhile now and better late than never xD If you want more damirae fanart,visit my page! I’ll draw another one soon, this is the first time I drew Jon & White raven (a.k.a Rachel Roth Kent Al Ghul Wayne) xD hope you like it

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Can you help me find more damirae lemon or smut thank you so much

Hi! I’m afraid that I don’t actually know any fics focused on NSFW damirae content as that is not something I seek out. 

Followers, any recommendations? 

Edit: I am seeing @xaphrin being recommended, definitely check them out! (Their SFW stuff is also very good as I recall). 

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Damirae Week Day 7: Rivals to Lovers

Raven groaned, pacing around her room with her hands tugging slightly at her hair.

"How could one person be so obnoxiously cocky?! Just because he's the 'son of the bat' he thinks he runs the damn place!"

She heard a couple of books from a nearby shelf fall to the ground and realized that she was getting a little too annoyed at the current boy wonder.

Why was she so angry with him? Well, the answer is simple: he's Damian Wayne. The same Damian Wayne who parades himself around like his shit don't stink, and that his father is equivalent to God himself, the same father who he uses as an excuse for his cocky behavior. But Raven was at least semi-used to that, everyone in the Tower was by now, but it was his arrogance and cocky behavior she truly couldn't stand about him.

Today was no exception to his behavior. The only difference was that today Raven had had enough of it. She had walked in on Damian and Jaime training together. Well, "training." It was more like Damian trying to overpower Jaime and, she assumed, prove to him that he was the better opponent. Was this something that happened a lot? Yes. But it still annoyed her to see him try and belittle Jaime, whom she had grown to see as a brother. She stood up to him and told Damian to lay off of Jaime, to which the boy wonder, a little too confidently, something along the lines of him being the best and that everyone should know it. This lead to the empath getting challenged by Damian causing a fight that was about to get heated before Kori stepped in and sent the teens off to their rooms.

Raven let out a sigh as she picked up the scattered books. While true, she believed Damian to be insufferable and annoying, but she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him. It was an odd feeling of love and hatred she felt towards him that drove her insane.

"Though, maybe I was too hard on him. He was raised to be this way, to be on top... in a way, I suppose it isn't his fault."

A knock came to her door, startling her slightly. The knocking continued with no signs of stopping. Raven groaned and walked towards the noise. She opened the door to see Damian with his hand still raised at the door.

"What--"

"Koriand'r wanted me to apologize." He interrupted, dropping his hand. "I apologize."

He was about to leave before Raven put a hand on his shoulder. "Hold it."

"What?" He snapped around, crossing his arms.

"That's what you call an apology?"

"I apologized, isn't that the point? Why--"

"Okay, you know what? I'm sick of you! You parade around acting all high and mighty when the truth is your nothing but a scared little kid who doesn't know who he is or wants to be!" She poked his chest and marched closer to him as she spoke, causing him to take a few steps back.

"You dare--"

"Yeah, I do." She cut him off. "Because someone needs to say it and it may as well be me! I've seen your past, Damian, and with it, I felt your emotions of it. I know you were raised to believe you're some macho, godly being, and maybe in those mountains, you were, but this isn't the League of Assassins. We're equaled here. Do you understand?"

He was quiet for a moment before responding, "That's funny coming from the girl who could kill all of us in a second if she really wanted to. You definitely aren't equal to us. You're stronger, whether that's something you want to admit or not."

"The difference is that I keep myself equal. I don't try and overpower, belittle, or control others. But you do. You did the first day you arrived, and I had thought that after Jaime nearly... well, I had hoped you'd change."

"Who says I haven't?" Now, it was his turn to walk her into a corner.

The empath scoffed and smirked slightly. "I thought you didn't do jokes. Well, if you're so sure you've changed in some way, where's your pr--" she was cut off by a pair of hips crashing into hers.

Damian pulled back quickly and looked the girl dead in the eyes. "By my standpoint, I'm looking at my proof." And with that, he walked away, leaving the girl confused and stunned.

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Day 7, final day. :(

Okay so not gonna lie this one was kinda hard to come up with an idea for because I personally just couldn't see them as rivals by any means, but I think I did pretty decent.

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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.

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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) 

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Healing and Dealing

Set immediately after the Titans defeat Brother Blood in the Judas Contract. 

I might put out a sequel if this goes well. Hope y’all like it!

The Sequel

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The first thing Raven noticed was the faint glow of the city skyline as she and the Titans made their way out of the Blood Corp. compound. She was glad to be out of that awful place for good, that all the Titans were safe again.

Well, almost all of them.

It was difficult for Raven just to place one foot in front of the other. It had taken tremendous energy to strip Blood of his powers—their powers—and in tapping into her demonic side, she found herself struggling to regain her grip.

But most of all, Raven keenly felt the collective hurt emanating from all the Titans. Though it went unsaid, it was nearly crushing. Terra’s betrayal had come just after her one year anniversary with the Titans. Raven herself had only just started to feel like Terra was becoming part of the group, and so had pushed for the party they had all celebrated only a few days ago.

Might as well be a lifetime ago, she thought, unable to shake the bleakness she felt.

Raven looked from Kori to Dick in front of her before sweeping her gaze to Jaime and Gar on her right, taking note of the varying states of each one. Kori and Dick had fared the best, both walking unsupported, though hand in hand with one another. Gar was nursing an injured shoulder, and Jaime had a slight limp. Certainly all worse for wear, but alive and victorious nonetheless.

Raven realized with a jolt: Damian. Where was Damian?

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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 was also marked 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.

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Damirae Week Day 3: First Time

Imagine Damian and Raven having their first kiss in the infirmary instead of the end of the film ;) To provide context for some of yall, the link to a previous post will be here. This is a late entry, but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.

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Raven sits on the edge of the medical bed, head bowed and her hood shadowing half her face. She was recalling the past events that has happened since the war broke out. Her team, family, murdered along with other heroes. The ones who weren’t were forced as Darkseid’s minions.

Then there was Damian. At first she thought he died when she watched a parademon swipe him off the shore. Luckily, he survived but to him that meant nothing when his team were slaughtered, and majority of the Justice League dead or enslaved like his father. The only place he had left was the League of Assassins. However, he wanted Raven to come with him. She declined because she felt that it wasn’t her place to lead with him.

So Raven watched him leave. The last of her teammate and family walk away. She felt alone, and the pain was unbearable to cope with. To the point that she wanted to end the pain by taking her own life.

Fortunately, Clark was there to stop her from making a big mistake. She was so glad he did because when she saw Damian again, her heart jumped in excitement and happiness.

He was alive, tall and handsome.

“Foolish girl. To think you’ll have a chance of love? Pathetic. That boy will perish along with the rest of them.”

“Shut up,” Raven growls.

The demonness hears the opening and closing of the door. She feels the familiar aura of her teammate. Raven pulls down her hood and look up at Damian who staring with concern.

She breaks eye contact with him. “Sorry, sometimes he get so loud that I have to answer.” She closes her eyes, waiting for him to mock her. “You probably think I’m weak.”

Damian sits down next to her, leaving some decent space between them.

“Raven, you’re one of the strongest people I know,” he says with full confidence. “So how’d you end up with Kent?”

Raven opens her eyes but keep them on her boots. She speaks in a grief-stricken voice, “You left.... and I was all alone. I just..... wanted to end the pain.”

She thought about how she didn’t go with him when he offered and how less alone she would’ve felt.

“Sorry for not coming with you,” she says softly.

Damian takes off his mask. “When I asked you to join me in leading the League of Assassins, I wasn’t doing it because you’re a good fighter.” He closes his eyes, wondering if he wanted to admit this or not. Damian has never felt these emotions before. He was taught not to, but when he met her, it felt like she opened a part of his heart that he didn’t know was there. After everything that has happened, and what they both been through, she need to know how he felt.

“I.... I did it because I had feelings for you.”

Raven stares at him with wide eyes.

“If you didn’t, you made the right decision.” He says, looking away.

“It wasn’t that at all,” she says quickly. She wanted him to know the truth. Now it was Damian’s turn to look surprised. “I left because my father wants to kill you.” She close her eyes, trying to come to the surface. “After everything...... I couldn’t risk that.”

Without giving it a second thought, Damian grabs her hand that rest between them. She was surprised by the physical affection he was offering, no matter how small it was.

He offers her a smile, and Raven felt her breath get caught in her throat. His smile was so handsome, and she was blessed to be the one of few people to be on the receiving end of one of his smiles. She smiles at him in return. The atmosphere around them was comfortable and serene.

Raven, surprising herself, starts to lean in. Damian follows her lead and leans in as well, closing his eyes. Their lips meet and it’s a bit awakward at first, but after some clumsy kissing, they found their rhythm and their lips fit each other like a puzzle piece.

Raven never thought she would experience her first kiss. Yet, here she was kissing the boy she’s been in love with for years. His lips were surprisingly soft and he tasted like home.

Damian’s heart was pounding against his chest. The fuzzy feeling in his stomach that he could only describe as “butterflies.” Kissing the girl he has feelings for.... love. Damian didn’t think he would ever get use to kissing her in the future. If they did have a future together.

They finally break away from their kiss, leaning their foreheads agaisnt each others’. Both of their faces were painted red.

“Wow.” Raven says awestruck, a smile growing on her face.

Damian cups the side of her face and rib his thumb over her cheekbone.

He smiles in return. “Not bad for a first kiss.”

Raven snorts and leans in again and peck his lips sweetly.

“Oh, if it wasn’t obvious I have feelings for you too.”

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DamiRae Week 2020: Soulmates

@damirae-week my entry

NOTE:

Pt. 2 of BOUND TOGETHER prompt

Kind of not satisfied with this. But there is one more prompt I want to do that is connected to this!

PS: Would you be interested in a part 2 of this prompt, there is still something I want to add but I don’t think it will fit well here.

 DamiRae Week 2020: SOULMATES

 When Constantine, Etrigan and Clark came to Damian and me to seek our help. I decided to let them wait for our response. I had things I had to clear out before we made a decision. What they were asking were more than we could put at stake. The world may be in an apocalyptic state; however, we had found happiness in this war-torn earth. But even so, we knew what we had to do. We were putting everything we have built for the past two years onto this suicide mission.

“You damned ungrateful child!”

“Father, would you please shut up.” I couldn’t help but mutter as he has been cursing me for a while now. I heard him make a disapproving sound but oddly enough had listened to me. I walk to Dick’s room as I thought that Trigon must be plotting something.

I entered his room, and he was still asleep from the spell I had casted on him. My healing is no longer the same. Perhaps it was for trying to recover the sanity of a once dead Nightwing. Or perhaps because of what I had done to myself and Damian. Afterall, there is a price tag for everything. I went over to Dick and sat beside him quietly as I observed his sleeping face.

I sighed and it sounded loud inside this quiet room. We couldn’t bring Dick due to his tendencies of reverting back to madness. And I felt bad. If we don’t make it, and Dick slips back to totally insanity—without me there to heal him—it would be permanent. Absentmindedly, I brush his hair away from his eyes.

“If it was anyone else who sees their wife stroke another man’s hair, they might kill the man.” I hear Damian remark in the darkness of the room despite it being day outside. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him being jealous. His footsteps were barely audible as he approached me.

“If we don’t make it…” I didn’t have to finish my thought as he places a hand on my shoulder and I faced him. He knew fully well of my worries.

“That time, I had promised you that everything will be alright, beloved. And I felt responsible—I felt that I had to ensure that it will be for you—for me and eventually for us.” He took the responsibility despite not knowing himself what the future would look like after the attack. He was trying to be strong. It was a trait I used to dislike, but have come to love.  

“But…” He kneels down in front of me. And it seemed as though as I already knew what he was going to say, and I couldn’t help but wish this moment would stop and that he wouldn’t say it.

But he places a hand on my left cheek, I close my eyes to savor the moment. A second passes and I placed my right hand over the hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see him reach for our hands with his free hand. He places my right hand on my lap and brought my hands together, wrapped within his palms.

“This time, my beloved. I cannot promise you that.” He used such a gentle voice to try and make him sound less upset, but he cannot lie to an empath. Though I say nothing, I just feel it. I felt the desire he had for life and love, and his desire to protect and preserve. But I also felt the loss and loneliness and remorse. And hope.

“Raven.” He says firmly and I look at him, my vision blurry because of the tears that were ready to fall.  “If my life is in danger, I need you to break the spell.” But I shook my head and tried my best to say a firm no, but failed miserably. And then the tears fall awfully slow, down my cheeks. He wipes the tears away by placing his hands on either side of my face.

He smiles faintly and kisses my forehead. “I had to try.”

“Your fate is my fate, my love.” I simply tell him a fact that we both knew to be true for the years that we were together. Even before I had casted the spell, we had always wanted to share each other’s fate with one another. We were intertwined in more ways than one could describe, and even more so when I casted the spell to bound us to one another.

“You will regret this.” My father couldn’t help but remark in a softer voice than usual.

It wasn’t easy but we eventually arrived at Darkseid’s throne room. Darkseid tells Batman to prove his loyalty to him. I was not happy with this progression. Batman started saying the things Damian have always been insecure about. And I felt rather uneasy. I wondered if it’s mine or his uneasiness that I was feeling, perhaps it was just ours. I could feel Damian was now riled up because of what Batman was saying.

“Damian!” I call out in hopes that he would snap out of it.

But he doesn’t and he initiated the fight with Batman as Batman’s chair came to attack us. I flew to Cyborg knowing that he could not defend himself. I couldn’t help but glance over Damian and Batman every now and then, and doing so was compromising my focus on my shield. With a sigh, I decided to lessen my glances at their fight.

I suddenly gasped in pain and my shield was down. I wasn’t hurt—no, it was Damian. Despite the pain and with the training Damian gave me, I used the opportunity to attack the stupid chair and put up a shield again. Damian was alive, I could feel it. I glanced at Damian really quickly to see that he was stabbed with his sword through his leg. He was well and alive; the thought eased my mind.

I have to destroy this chair.

“Let me help daughter.” Shut up father. I aimed very carefully and hit the chair with a purple blast and it goes down. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“It could be easier for you if you let me fight in your stead.” I ignore him.

When I glanced back at Damian, he had gotten through to Batman who had thrown the Kryptonite sword at Darkseid. And I was happy for Damian, the fact that he had gotten through to Batman would finally ease his worries. But Darkseid was not pleased with what Batman did and then he let out a laser beam aimed at Batman.

And I realized what Damian was about to do. Without even thinking, as if it was natural as breathing, he was going to take the hit for Batman. And time slowed down, as an awful scream came out from somewhere—oh it’s from my own mouth. My outstretched hand toward Damian, had let out a shield to protect him. And I choked as I was feeling an out of body experience. Oddly enough, I felt at peace.

“I won’t let you touch the boy. He is mine!” My father says, his words not making sense to me. “You are mine, when I find a way. You. Are. Mine.” I glared at Damian and that was when it sinks in.

No. My father was in control!

My body flies from my current position to between Darkseid and Damian and floating three meters off the floor.

“Who are you?” Darkseid asks, staring at me.

“I’m here to actually even the playing field.” An ominous male laugh crackles from my lips.

“No, she isn’t!” I could hear Damian yell as a black blur pass from under me and over my head. The next thing I noticed was that I was falling. My head aching.

“Raven, are you okay?” Worry was in Damian’s voice, as he wrapped his arms around me. He had caught me, but—

“What happened?” I whispered as I looked up to Darkseid’s general direction. And I gasped, seeing my father in smoke form. I rolled out of Damian’s arms as I knelt on my knees and looked at Constantine.

“I have a better idea.” Trigon says and then possesses Superman.

“No!” A scream came from me, almost similar to the demonic scream of my father a moment ago. The next second I was up on my own feet. A wave of relief washes over me, something has shifted from within me. And the need to protect was the only thing in my mind. I stood in a defensive stance, between my father and Damian.

Trigon glances at me, a look of surprise in his eyes followed by a faint smile.

“I am proud of you daughter. You are strong.” Then he turns to punch Darkseid.

“Raven…” I kept my gaze at my father, not trusting that he would not take this opportunity to harm Damian. After all he had been threatening him for years now.

“Beloved…” Damian whispers gently as I felt a hand on my waist, and a presence beside me. I look at him and let go of the breath I found myself holding.

“I’m scared.” I told him, but he just smiled faintly and pressed his lips on the side of my head. He tells me he knows and I knew that he truly knows. I wasn’t going to lose him. The thought makes me follow Trigon’s movements.

“Your robe…” He mutters, as he ushered me towards where Cyborg was in the wall. My eyes shifted from following Trigon and Darkseid’s fight to my robes. They were white to my surprise. But I didn’t really have anything to say, so I returned my gaze at Trigon.

“Damian, about what I said…” Batman says from beside Damian, who raised a hand at his father.

“There is no need for that father. I know.” I felt the tranquility come out from him as he replied to Batman. “I’d like you to meet my wife.” I felt the love he felt for me radiate from him and I stared and my husband. I felt dejected.

In some other circumstance, he could have died at that moment. In some otherworld, we wouldn’t be together—not bound by friendship or love—not a marriage and surely not by the spell I casted almost a year ago. Perhaps we would never meet each other, or maybe we have—could have but was a meter short or even just an inch away from one another. Or perhaps our paths had crossed but there was no permanency between us. The thought couldn’t help but bloom in my mind. A worry that I had shared to Damian in the past. And I felt awful.

“Vic says we have a way out, but we need a distraction.” Constantine says just as we got close enough. Wonderwoman and company were already by Constantine’s side.  And I focused my mind not to think of the possibilities running though my head.

“But we can’t leave Clark.” Batman says, the thoughts in my head quieted down. I turned to look at the battle behind us. I was surprised to see Superman cured and fighting Darkseid, while my dad was in smoke form inside an orb.

“Raven.” Constantine stared at me and I knew fully well what he had planned. I couldn’t help but put a grim smile on my face, as a few seconds tick away.

“I guess it’s the only way.” I sigh. “Damian stand behind me.” I sensed his displeasure but does so. I would rather be between my father and him just in case.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” Constantine and I chanted and my father is released from his current prison. He was displeased with Darkseid and only glanced at me—no Damian for a moment and took off.

Superman then arrives just as the boom tube opened. And everyone slowly went in, sadly Victor could not join us. I couldn’t help but look for my father, Trigon. Damian was in front of me and holding my hand.

“Beloved…” Damian says as he squeezes my hand. We were the last two who hadn’t entered through the portal.

As if it was fate, my father appeared before us. He looks at us and tells us to live well. My eyes widened in surprise and I looked at Damian. He squeezes my hand again, though his eyes held a hint of sadness. We passed through the portal with him taking the lead.

When we reached the other side, we stare at the sky as Apokolips is sent to nowhere in particular. I look at Damian, let go of his hand to which he responded by look at me with a worried face. I close the distance between us by giving him a sudden hug.

My feet not touching the ground as I tightened my grip and burying my face on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me for support but tightens his hold on me after a second had passed. There was just silence between us and around us for who knows how long.

“I…I honestly wasn’t trying to kill myself.” He said quietly and it felt awful. The purity of taking the hit for his father hit me. But for him to think I was worried about that; I honestly was a bit hurt. Should I act childish to tease him? I was tempted but didn’t do so.

I pulled away from him, my feet touching the ground but kept my arms around his shoulders. I look up at Damian, trying to etch his face into my mind. From my peripheral vision I notice Batman looking at us. I withdrew my hands and took a step back from my precious husband. He couldn’t help but make a worried face, as his worries of him angering me with his selfless deed– reach me.

“You should talk to him” I tell him as I glance at Batman and Damian follows my gaze. His worry disappears when his eyes laid on his father. He looks at me with love and goes to talk to his father.

I look at the fallen heroes around me, and despite their current state, I felt their hope for a better tomorrow. Whatever that may be. I glance at the ruin left by the Titan Tower. Whatever that future may be with all this ruble and destruction. I saw a stone large enough for two to sit on, and I walked my way there to sit on the rock.

I glance at Constantine and Flash who seems to be in a heated discussion.

“We have to tell them!” Constantine yells. And their voices were softer as they continued to argue.

I look at the water in front of me. The blue sky and how the sun’s rays reflect on the water. I think about that moment when Damian so fluidly put himself in front of his father. And I pulled down the hood on my head in frustration. That moment kept replaying in my mind. And I realized to the fullest what fear felt like.

I could have lost him just like that. He who had no powers.

I felt anger at whoever put him to the path of becoming Robin. I realized how stupid I sounded and sighed. If he wasn’t Robin, I would not have met him. And meeting him was the best thing that ever happened to me.

This is what happens when the relationship between heroes change into something more intimate. There will always be danger and fear of losing one another. This wasn’t something I had felt to this degree in the last two years. And that was probably because what we had to fight with here on earth was nothing compared to Darkseid. I wonder if I should be thankful for his almost death because it would not have made me see how dangerous it is to be together. If the world wasn’t already in chaos, knowing how frightening it is to be with another hero, would have made me stay away from romance in normal circumstances.

Familiar arms wrapped around me from behind and a head rests on my shoulder.

“Beloved, what are you thinking about?” Damian whispers right by my ear.

“Alright!” Constantine suddenly yells as he turns at us. He explains to us that there is an alternate to this whole ordeal, and it is as simple as Flash running—that is back in time and changing everything. I patted the spot beside me to invite Damian to sit beside me.

“It seems our time has come to an end.” I say faintly and rather absentmindedly. It was what we had worried about for some time. Damian had just sat himself beside me.

“Your spell… will it be undone too?” I felt his anticipation for my response, his hope.

“No,” I turn my head to face him. “Afterall as Constantine said, it is a nasty nasty spell.”

“Then will I remember you?” He hastily asks me. A pause. And he knew the answer and I felt his utter disappointment.

“Yes.” I said firmly though there was a knot in my heart. He looked at me with hope.

And we saw Flash stand up and began to run. We look at one another, the hands between us intertwined, and with our free hands, we cup each other’s cheeks and gave one another a kiss.

We pulled away from each other and I rest my head on Damian’s shoulder. This was it; this was as far as we go.

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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.

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Damirae Week 2020 Day 1: Handcuffed

YouTuber AU

A/N: I know I’m two days behind, but I’m not really stressing about posting on time. Regardless, you guys are getting content from me this week. Next one-shot I’ll be combining day 3&4. Then l’ll be combining day 2, 5 & 7 together that’ll be posted later this week. Finally, day 6 will be separate.

Rachel was in the middle of editing a video that her and Damian recently filmed. It was a morning routine, couple edition. She hears the front door of their apartment open and the tell-tale sign of her boyfriend.

Damian walks into their shared office with a shopping bag in hand. He comes up behind Raven and wraps his arms around her shoulders. Rachel looks up from her laptop and meet his emerald green eyes and smile.

“Hey, you.”

Damian leans down to kiss her lips and pulls away, smiling at her in return.

“Hey.”

Rachel looks at the bag he was holding and back at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s in the bag?”

He smirks, “I’m glad you asked.” He removes his arms from her, so he could show her what he bought.

Rachel turns in her chairs, so that she was facing him. She watch him take out a pair of handcuffs?

Damian saw the puzzling look on her face.

“I got these for for a new video we should do.”

She stares at the handcuffs some more and look at her boyfriend with a weird look.

“Damian...don’t you think it’ll be inappropriate for our viewers to watch?”

Now it was his turn to give her a confused look. “What are you,” then it clicked, “oh-oh Rachel! That’s disgusting.”

She laughs and shrug her shoulders innocently. “Well?”

Damian rolls his eyes. “Tt, so anyways the reason why I bought handcuffs is because there’s a trend on YouTube where people are handcuffed to someone for twenty-four hours.”

Rachel looks at him skeptically. “You want us to be handcuffed to each other...... for twenty-four hours? For a video?” Damian didn’t partically like trends, and even when they did film a trendy video, they were, in his words “practical.” So for him to pick one that could cause some inconvenience.

“Yes, think it would be a nice challenge for us to do.”

Rachel sighs but smiles nonetheless.

“You do love a challenge.”

“Of course because I know can complete them,” he says confidently, puffing his chest out.

Rachel rolls her eyes playfully. “When do you want to start filming this video?”

Damian looks at her laptop, noticing she was in the middle of editing a video. She follows his train of sight and looks back at him smiling.

“Don’t worry about, darling. You know it doesn’t take me long to edit anyway.” She gets up from her chair and to stand in front of him. She wraps her arms around his neck. “So do you want to film the video tomorrow.”

He place his hands on her waist, giving her an affectionate squeeze.

He leans down and kiss her lips. He pulls back and smile lovingly at her.

“It’s a plan.”

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Rachel turns on the camera and press the record button. She smiles small and wave at the lense.

“Hey, guys. Welcome back to our channel. If you’re new here, I’m Rachel.”

“And I’m Damian,” he says as he comes up behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and rest his chin against her head.

“Today’s vide is an interesting one.” She hears her boyfriend snort above her. “We’re going to be handcuffed to each other for twenty-four hours.”

Damian takes the camera from her, so that he was only in the frame.

“The rules are pretty simple. Once we put the handcuffs on, we can’t take them off until after twenty-four hours.”

He flips the camera, so that their bed was in the frame. The bag on the bed that had the handcuffs in them. Damian pulls them out, showing the camera.

“These are the handcuffs I bought yesterday for the video.” He zooms in on the cuffs, so the viewers could see the detailing of them.

“I didn’t notice yesterday, but those look pretty small.”

Damian points the camera at Rachel, who was holding a cup of tea inspecting the handcuffs. She looks at him with a raise eyebrow.

“Are you sure they’re going to fit your wrist?”

The camera fans on the handcuffs and move it back to her.

“I’m sure they’ll fit fine.” He dangles the handcuffs in her face. “You’re ready for this?”

Rachel downs the rest of her tea and gets up, waking out their bedroom and to their kitchen. Damian follows her the camera still running.

“Lets do this before I change my mind.” She looks back at the camera and smirk.

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“Hey guys, we’re now in the kitchen now.” Damian turns his camera on his girlfriend who is sitting next him on a bar stool. She was unlocking the cuffs.

“Do you want it on your good wrist?” He ask her.

“Well if we choose to go out today then you’re going to need your dominant hand to drive which is your left hand. Therefore, I’ll just bound my right wrist.”

Damian turns the camera back on himself but angles it so Rachel is in the frame as well.

“Rachel unlocked the handcuffs and, so now it’s time to start the challenge.” He looks at his girlfriend with his signature smirk on his face. “You want to do the honors?”

She looks at the camera and very seriously says, “If this fails then you guys have to tell Damian that he owes me new books.”

Damian snorts and a confident grin grows on his face.

“Tell her that this’ll be a piece of cake.”

She sighs, “Whatever you say.” She clasp the cuff on her wrist. Then she grabs his free hand that isn’t holding the camera and cuffed him.

Damian wince at how tight it felt around his wrist.

“How does it feel?” Rachel ask, noticing the look on his face.

“I’ll admit that these are a little tight. Here,” he passes her the camera.

She takes it in the hand that wasn’t bound and takes the camera. It shows Damian look at his wrist. She could see that it was swelling up.

He looks at her with furrow brows.

“I know we agreed to not take off the handcuffs, but babe those look those really tight, and it looks like it’s irritating your skin.” She says to him with concern in her voice.

He looks at her and nod in agreement.

“Do you have the keys?”

Rachel places the camera on the counter, so that it was facing the both of them. She looks for the keys that she could’ve sworn she put on the counter.

Rachel places the camera on the counter, so that it was facing the both of them. She looks for the keys that she could’ve sworn she put on the counter.

“Rachel?”

“Uh...... I could’ve sworn I put it here,” she says pointing at the spot on the counter that the keys should’ve been.

Damian gets up and since their handcuffed, Rachel was forced out her seat.

“Please don’t tell me you lost the key.”

His girlfriend shoots him an annoyed look.

“I didn’t lose the key. It’s just misplaced. It most likely fell on the floor.”

Saying that, she gets down on her knees, Damian doing the same since he had no choice to. They look underneath the bar chair but still no sign of the key.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” Damian curses under his breath.

Rachel sighs and looks at her boyfriend raising an eyebrow.

“You still think this video was a good idea to film?”

Damian just plops down on his ass and rest his head on Rachel’s shoulder.

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DamiRae

DamiRae Week 2020: Bound Together

So I decided to make this in first POV, and I might post this on my fanfiction.net account (karencow) for achieving purposes. Also this became longer than I expected roughly 3000 words. So I may do a two part but the other part will continue with another prompt of the week. ENJOY!!

@damirae-week my late entry…

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  Damian stood in front of me, and I was at the verge of tears over the loss of our teammates and the emotions of those killed around us due to the parademons. It was suffocating and overwhelming, everything was too much. I could feel so much anger and remorse, and sadness– and the simple realization that this was it—this was their death. The intensity of it all made me rather self-aware, that this was happening to the entire people of earth at this moment. And I couldn’t help it anymore, because it came so suddenly and with such intensity, I found myself crying.

“Raven…” Damian said, he was dripping wet as he had just come out of the water just a moment ago. I found my outstretched hand shaking as I tried to approach him because I had to heal him. But I found myself stumbling, Damian noticing my situation and ran towards me despite his obvious injured state and held me on our knees.

“Raven.” He says my name so firmly for a moment I was able to contain my emotions.

“Little girl, you and I both know your will is slipping, just let me out now and ease your pain.” My father whispers to me, but I just bit my lip to maintain my concentration.

“I have to heal you, Damian.” I simply say as I brought my hand to his face. He looks down at me and he closes his eyes with a sigh. And I healed him, but the contact made me focus on his emotions. It was similar to what I was already feeling, but this was undoubtedly his, and not a collection of emotions from a multitude of people. My tears continue to fall, as his anger, sadness and helplessness begin to blend into the sea of emotions from the entire world.

“Little girl.” I bit my lip harder.

“Raven!” Damian called out to me, a hand on my cheek, my eyes wide in shock.

“What are you doing?” He says angrily, and I look at him confused. “Your drawing out blood!” He says his voice laced with worry; his eyes seemingly focused on my chin—no my lips, that is why it felt numb. I had bit down on my lip so much to injure it.

“Slipping…” A chuckle echoes through my ears.

“I…” I glanced at our surroundings, at our dead teammates and dead parademons. “I can’t take this!” I shoved my face against my shaking hands. It’s just too much, I sob. And I could feel him stay so still. He was dealing with this too; he must think me selfish for acting like this. He wouldn’t understand—no one could understand this knot I was feeling right now.

I felt arms wrapped around me and it caused me to stop crying out of shock. And I looked up to see the setting sky. Damian’s head on the nook between my right shoulder and neck.

“Everything will be alright, Raven. I promise you.” Hearing him say that, made me feel centered again. And I was able to block the external emotions I was feeling. But one final tear slipped from my eye, as I slowly return his comforting hug. And yet knowing, so fully well, that even he was unsure how to proceed after this disaster. Knowing fully well, that everything was not alright.

When all my emotions settled in, all that was left was his and my genuine emotions. Damian now felt that he had a responsibility, I couldn’t help but wonder what he felt responsible for. And I realized that the helplessness Damian felt before, was mine too.

“You won’t be so lucky next time” A light growl from father echoes in my mind.

“We need to find a safe place.” Damian says as he pulled away from me, and I nodded. I absently looked at our team members, and so did he.

“We can’t even bury them…” I whisper softly, and Damian looked down on the ground as he shook his head and after stood up offering me his right hand.

“We can’t afford to waste time, the parademons might attack again, we need to hide now and rest properly.” I look up at him as I placed my hand on top his right hand. I know that he was right.

We had been hiding and killing parademons here and there for a week now. Three days ago, we found out that Conner was alive and joined us in hiding. We were so happy to find that there was someone else who had survived the attack.

“So, what’s the plan Damian?” Superboy asks, we were at a dark abandoned building—our current hide out.

“Nothing, we just have to try and survive now.” Damain glares at Superboy. “This is all Superman’s fault.” He gritted his teeth, and I saw Superboy ball his fist in response. Despite being together for three days, the tension between them had not dissipated. They would fight over this topic.

“Enough!” I say knowing fully well that this could start a fight. “There is no plan Conner, you’ve seen the state of the world already. What can three barely superheroes do? We only fight parademons when they attack us, we have never actively fought them, we can’t risk a horde after us, you know that!”

A faint amuse laughter comes out from my father, and I lean against the broken table for support. I felt their eyes on me.

“Perhaps it was wrong of you to come here Superboy. I did not expect that you were hoping for us three to do something against Darkseid.” Damian says and I look up at him, the tension between the two felt stagnant for a moment. The look on Damian’s face tugged on my heartstrings.

“Perhaps it is better for you to return to your family and protect them,” He looks away from Connor and sighs. “Be thankful you still have them.” Damian’s fist clenched.

When Connor found us, I recalled the relieved look on his face. When we got to a safe place, he told us that when we were attacked, he was hit and flew far away from the tower. When he came to, he had attempted to go to the Titans Tower to collect our dead; but he could not find himself to look at them so closely. So, Conner stood from a very safe distance and left. Afterwards he went to his parents, hoping that they were safe. Thankfully, Superman had implemented a safety measure for them, so they were safe. Damian was very angry when he found out Superman had safety precautions for his parents.

Conner was devastated but with his parents help, he was able to find strength again. And so, he went back to the Titan Tower, planning to bury his fellow members as that was what they deserved, but there were no bodies to be found. And that was when he deciding and hoped that just maybe– somewhere out there– was at least one Titan member that survived. And he found us.

I had opened my mouth to try and comfort Damian but Connor cut me off with a very loud sigh.

“You’re right, Damain.” A pause. “I am grateful that they are safe, and I should probably go and make sure that they will always be safe.” I felt Superboy’s resignation, there was really nothing we could do now. We knew for a fact that the justice league members that went to Apokolips are mostly dead, so what hope and chance did we really have?

Connor approaches Damian and placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers sadly, Damian looks down on the floor.

“Yeah, me too…” He responds faintly, and Connor slowly walks out of our hideout. He glances at me and gives a weak smile as farewell, and I couldn’t help but feel like crying, because I felt them. They were just trying to be strong, but the reality was—they weren’t. They were trying to look for hope in a place that provided no form of comfort. They had felt the resignation long before this moment—this moment that they finally acknowledged their hopelessness.

When the door closes behind Connor, I stood up and slowly approach Damian.

“Raven…” He calls my name in the darkness and I was startled, I look at his green eyes my brows etched in worry.

A gasp from my father.

“I have something I must admit to you.” He tells me and I can see and feel how difficult this is for him.

“I get it now,” My father laughs.

“What is it Damian?” I look at him and gently urged him with a faint smile. He turns his back around me and walked a couple steps.

“You like him.” A fact.

“I have been in contact with the league of assassins,” I stare at his back. “I am thinking of going back.” He crossed his arms behind him, he turns to look at me, his eyes gentle.

“I would like you to join me in leading them.” I stare at his lips as he says those words.

“I will kill the boy if you don’t release me, daughter!” My heart was beating so loud and it felt as though it sunk to my stomach, and I must have looked ashen.

“No…” I whispered breathlessly. Damian was startled—hurt. He took a step back unconsciously and turned around.

“I… I understand.” He mutters to himself, not sounding like his usual self.

A laughter from my father. Damian looked as though he was preparing to leave now.

“No!” I ran towards Damian and grabbed his left wrist pulling him to me, and he turns to look at me. But I just crashed my lips against his, and I placed my right hand on his right cheek.

“You will regret this daughter!” My father screams. I felt Damian wrap his left arm around my waist and his right hand cupping my left cheek as he kisses me back.

Shut up, father.

“Yes! Yes, I want to go with you!” I say frantically, worried that the kiss was not obvious enough. But he had kissed me back—so this means its mutual right?

I hear him sigh and placed his head on the nook of my right shoulder.

“You worried me, Raven. I’m glad you changed your mind so quickly” He chuckles. I hug him and clenched his cape.

You will not win father, I swear it.

When we arrived at Nan Parbat, the first thing Lady Shiva said was about Dick.

“You used the Lazarus Pit on Dick?” I grabbed his wrist and look at him. We were at an empty hallway within the compound.

“I have to try— his my brother!” Damian says not looking me in the eyes.

“Damian…” I took a step forward, placed my hand on his cheek and stood on my tippy toes, understanding what I was doing he places his forehead against mine. “I trust you. I trust your decisions; I might have done the same.” And he wrapped me around his arms.

“Just so we are clear…” Damian clears his throat and pulled away; he looks away from me. “We are together right?” And I laugh and he glares at me with a slight pout.

“Of course,” I cup both of his cheeks between my hands and I felt his relief. “I trust that you trust me too?” He smiles and closes the distance between our lips. A soft gentle and loving kiss.

“Yes, I do.” He says and I could hear my father growl, but I smiled. I will enjoy my moment with him, for as long as I can.

Two years had passed and in those two years, I felt so happy. Happier than I have ever been, but sadly my father has become a little bit too loud and my healing is not as it used to be. But I was at least able to return Dick’s sanity, it was a very long and tedious process, and with my waning healing abilities, there are times that he slips into madness again.

“There is an intruder! Inform the demon’s head!” I heard someone yell, I asked where the commotion was coming from and ran towards the courtyard.

“You!” I heard Damian call out in fury. I had a bad feeling about this, when I stepped out of the doorway, I saw Superman with Constantine and behind them Etrigan fighting assassins. Damian had unsheathed his sword and was ready to attack Superman.

“Damian!” I called out as I use my powers to block Damian’s attack on Superman. He turns to glare at me.

“He wouldn’t be here without good cause, let us hear him out.” Damian sighs and sheaths his sword.

“Your lucky my wife saved your ass.” He glares at Superman whose eyes widened at the information while Constantine chokes.

“I’m sorry… aren’t you two too young?” Constantine was at the verge of laughing but I glared at him, a silent warning not to.

“I already have a lot of regrets, starting from allowing father to follow on your idiotic crusade, Clark.” When Damian said Clark there was nothing but hatred there. “I will not add another one.” He gestures for the uninvited guest through the door and he glances at me.

“You have seen the state of the world, Constantine, at least there is this piece of happiness between us.” I finished for Damian our eyes locked. We had talked about it before.

“And its not like laws matter at the state the world is in.” Damian couldn’t help but comment bitterly.

We had settled the intruders in a room. Damian was not happy with the situation but I give him a look to remind him that they’re purpose here must be important.

“So, why are you three here?” Damian says trying to contain his anger and hatred.

“To the point, I like that.” Etrigan says. And Superman tells us how he thinks Damian could get across Batman, and that when Batman found out Nightwing died there was a reaction from the big bat. Damian and I exchanged a knowing glance. The silence in the room was chilling. Before Damian could respond I interrupt.

“We will think about it.” I glance at Damian and walked out of the room. This is bad. I went to our bedroom, and sat down on a chair facing the door.

I was nervous, or perhaps it was the external factors of it all making me feel so— What am I saying, of course it’s the external factors.

I kept picking on my purple robe out of sheer nervousness, and chewed on my lips, I felt awful. What would they think, what would he think? Why does it matter what he thinks—of course it does, why am I even lying to myself. This inner turmoil I am feeling was just eating me up whole.

The door opens revealing Damian, he looked exhausted.

“I told them that we should sleep it off first, and that we will come to a conclusion tomorrow.” He says as he slowly removes his armor, I stood up to help.

“Raven, you don’t have to, you seem exhausted.” Damain tells me gently and I smiled at him. I look into his beautiful green eyes, and…

“There is something I have to tell you…” He looks at me patiently.

“Do you recall when you offered me to lead the league with you?” I ask him our bodies just two feet apart.

“Of course,” He says as he folds his cloak. “You looked so terrified and disgusted and…” He sets his cloak down and looks at the floor. “It was painful, I did not know you hated me that much to the point of disgust.” A bitter smile as he cups my cheek.

“But you kissed me, and changed your mind quickly.” The bitter smile was replaced by a warmth that we shared over the last two years.

“Yes, that moment, my father decided to threaten me with your life.” His eyes widened with the revelation. “And I decided no more. And so, Damian, my love.” I cup his cheek this time.

“I have something to tell you.” I whisper as I put my forehead against his.

We awoke the next day with loud screaming that we were both very familiar with.

“Dick.” We say as we look at one another, I used my magic to change clothes and ran towards the screaming, Damian following suit.

“It’s all your fault!” Dick says scratching and thrashing toward Superman in Etrigan’s arms. His eyes had come back to that after he was dumped into the Lazarus pit.

“Dick!” I called out firmly, and he stopped thrashing and looked at me with hollow eyes.

“How could you, its all his fault! HIS!” He yelled and I smiled at him.

“I know, I know…” I placed my hand against his temples and soothed him and he fell asleep.

“Bring my brother to his chambers.” I heard Damian command from behind me, and I moaned in pain.

“Raven what’s wrong?” Damian approaches me worriedly as he saw my pain. “Is it your father again?”

“Maybe I can help.” Constantine says as he did a spell and my father’s voice echoes faintly in the hall.

“I don’t believe you! You brat! You ungrateful daughter, you dare!” I couldn’t help but smile. I see a few members of the league bring Dick back to his room.

“You heard that didn’t you Constantine?” I say as I stood up straight. “He says he doesn’t believe me.”

“Yes, well I do not know of the context but…” He eyes me suspiciously.

“Check if my soul is bounded to Damian.” I look at Damian and he just stood still. I could feel Constantine’s disapproval.

“You wouldn’t—you couldn’t.” Constantine says and he looks between Damian and I.

“Well, only you can disprove it.” I look at him sternly, and he did a magic circle in front of me and then moved in to Damian and did so back and forth. But you can tell from his shocked eyes, to his ashen face that it was true.

“That is one nasty, nasty spell, Raven.” He comments his lips tugging into a proud smile.

“Damian’s fate is my fate. If he dies, I die. We are one and bound together for all eternity.” I simply say as I glance over Damian who gave me a supportive smile.

“NO!” I hear my father’s furious voice echo in my head.

I win father.

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Beautiful in White

Summary: The engaged couple, Damian and Raven couldn’t wait to get married and had started planning their wedding. But it wasn’t as easy as fighting crime and saving the world as they thought it would be. So, they had help from their family and friends.

@damirae-week this is my Damirae wedding for May 15th. 

A/N: Hello everyone, sorry if it took me so long to do this. But i managed to finish it! I hope everyone like my fanfic. And it will be on Ao3 also. I’ll make more Damirae fanfic in the future after making this. 

Damian woke up with the sun shining in his room and he looked over at his other side, seeing his sleeping fiancée besides him. He smiled gently and put her hair out of the way to see her beautiful face. He kissed her on the forehead before getting out of the bed.

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