and facing down the ravening beast


First look of the original DC animated film ‘Teen Titans: Judas Contract,’ which will feature popular villain Deathstroke.

Christina Ricci and Miguel Ferrer are voice-starring in Teen Titans: The Judas Contract, the long-awaited DC Universe animated original movie from Warner Bros. Animation, DC Entertainment and Warner Bros. Home Entertainment.

The movie, being directed by Sam Liu (Justice League vs. Teen Titans) from a screenplay by Ernie Altbacker, adapts the classic storyline from Tales of the Teen Titans, one of DC’s top comics in the 1980s. Ricci will play Teen Titans member Terra and Ferrer is voicing the mercenary villain Deathstroke.

Ricci and Ferrer are newcomers to the stable of the DC animated movies, a line that celebrates its 10th anniversary this year. Titans will also see returning DC players Sean Maher, Kari Wahlgren, Jake T. Austin, Taissa Farmiga, Brandon Soo Hoo and Stuart Allan join the voice cast.

Teen Titans was DC’s comic that went head-to-head with Marvel’s Uncanny X-Men in the early 1980s in a time when both comics were outselling their companies’ more established stars such as Batman and Spider-Man, respectively. Titans, under writer Marv Wolfman and penciller George Perez, hit a zenith with The Judas Contract storyline. It was the culmination of years of stories that saw the Titans — young heroes Starfire, Raven, Beast Boy, Nightwing/Robin and Cyborg — face the betrayal of their teammate Terra.The woman had partnered with Deathstroke to take down the team.

Bad Habits

Warning: NSFW [Very much citrus]

Raven had a problem.

She had always prided herself in being highly attuned to and analytical of her own emotions. It was, after all, essential for her to properly process every bubbling hormone and neural impulse that fizzled through her brain and sent her heart beating. The lives and safety of those around her depended on this, and Raven had the memories of her own failures to serve as a heavy reminder.

Still, she was loathe to admit such a girlish thing to herself, as if she was somehow above the most basic human tendencies. Perhaps at one point she had believed she was, but after some recent revelations, Raven realized that was most definitely not the case.

She liked staring at Beast Boy’s butt. Often.

His spandex-esque uniform really didn’t help the matter either; if anything, it made her dirty little hobby far easier to maintain. The material only served to emphasize his features, allowing Raven to ogle from a distance almost daily.

What made the situation even worse, was that Raven didn’t just admire his behind. She imagined things, like touching it. Often. Daily, in fact. It was as embarrassing as it was enticing, and Raven quivered at the mere thought of the changeling’s firm rear.

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Teen Titans X Reader- I Don’t Care

It’s been awhile since I watched Teen Titans, so please forgive me if this isn’t accurate to the show.  Thanks!!!


You sat on the curved couch with your legs crossed, twirling the birdarang that was in a pouch in your belt.  The enormous living room filled with somewhat impressing technology and was fairly dark, due to your dramatic soul.  The security systems were easy to hack, since they were based closely to the security of the Bat Cave, and you made yourself practically a ghost in the tower.  It had been months since you have seen Robin, and while keeping a close eye on him, you knew what he was keeping from his band of misfits.  Currently, he and his team were battling one of the many villains that can’t seem to get the idea that their evil plans are all wrong.  From all of the detective work Bruce had made you immerse yourself in, you knew that some villains could not pull off any of their evil schemes because they didn’t look deep enough.  Yes, they plan and scheme, but do they really understand that to accomplish all of their goals, they have to dig deep and act in the shadows.  That’s what you would do if you were a villain, but you prefer to stick on the winning side.  In your opinion, there are not heroes and villains, there are opposing point of views that are either acceptable or unacceptable to the benefits of society and the government.  No one could be trusted in this world, even if they are the ones labeled the ‘Heroes.’  You learnt that from experience.

Sounds of shouting and laughter interrupted your thoughts and brought your attention to the elevator behind you.  From what you could remember, there were five total team members including Robin and not including the other variations of the Teen Titans.  Four metahumans and one Robin.  How did that work?  The elevator door opened and the lights flashed on, revealing your sitting figure to the team.  You stopped twirling the Birdarang and flung it at the entrance to the elevator.

“I really thought you had higher standards than this, Bird Boy,” you sassed while standing up.

You turned around and noticed how each member of the Titans were aiming at you, minus Robin.  You smiled and jumped over the couch.

“Is this really how you guys treat a guest?  I’m surprised, Robin, and I thought Batman had bad manners.”

Robin smirked, “Team, stand down.  This is my old partner, Thunderbird, who I have never mentioned to either of you.”

“And that’s they way I like it,” you started, walking towards the confused team.  “Unnoticed, unrecognized and untraceable.”

“Welcome, friend, to our home!” Starfire shouted with joy.

You kept the smirk on your face while directing your attention to the other three team members that were staring at you.  The other female of the team, Raven, had an interested look plastered on her face, but you could see curiosity in her eyes.  Cyborg and Beast Boy were frozen, staring at you with wide eyes.  Cyborg’s expression clearly stated that he was shocked that someone could mess around with his technology and make sure he doesn’t know.  Beast Boy was basically staring at you with heart eyes.  Once you accounted for all of the members, you returned your attention to Robin.

“We need to talk in private immediately.  I don’t care if you have something to do, it’s more important.  There’s a reason why I’m here, even if the bat told me to come.”

Robin nodded, noticing how serious you were, and walked off to his soundproof room that would prevent his curious team from eavesdropping.  Once the two of you closed the door, the four teens looked at each other.

“This is exciting news, friends!  Do you think she is joining our conquest in fighting evil?” Starfire questioned gleefully.

“I don’t care, Star, that dude hacked into my tech!!  I’m more worried about our security and what she knows rather than some possible new roomie!”  Cyborg inputted.

“Dude, am I the only one thinking if Thunderbird  is single or not?” Beast Boy asked.

“Did you not hear what Thunderbird said?  It is only a visitation, and a serious one.  If Batman sent someone to notify Robin something, it’s big,” Raven explained, walking out of the room.


“Why did Batman send you?” Dick asked, leaning up against the wall.

“You and I both know why, Robin,” you stated.  “I need to you give me the suit.”

“What suit?”

“Don’t pull the innocent bullshit.  I have been keeping a close eye on you ever since you created this team, and I know about Red X.  Give me the damn suit before you lose the trust of your team now, I will not stand by and watch your team fall apart when I could have done something.  Bruce sent me because he still needs time to adjust after you stormed out, and you obviously need my help.”

Dick flinched at your tone and the mention of Bruce.  He knew he was screwed when he became Slade’s apprentice, but now he’s even more screwed that he knows that you know everything.  He walked over to the opposite wall and entered an eight digit code.  A piece of the wall opened and a heavily locked and armored suitcase slid out.  You quickly grasped the handle and yanked it out of the wall while Robin stood quietly next to you.

“What are you going to do with the suit?” he asked.

“I’m going to cover your ass while you figure out a way to get rid of Slade.  I wear the suit and do the dirty work, you and your team do your thing,” you told him.

“What happens if you’re caught?”

You laughed, “When have I ever been caught?  You forget, Bird Boy, I wasn’t always under Batman’s wing.  I know how to play my part, even if it involves throwing away the morals Bruce tried to drill in my head.”

“Do you really think Slade will not notice all of this?  What will happen to the team if he found out?”

“Trust me.  I have it all planned out, and even if you think I’m the enemy at one point, I know what the outcome is.  I don’t care if Thunderbird will be a display in the Bat Cave, reminding anyone the outcomes of my actions.   I don’t care what you will think of me.  I don’t even care about your team, but I know what they mean to you.  They are your family, and family always comes first, even if they are the ones that will drag you down into oblivion.”

You opened the door and exited the room with the case in hand, leaving Robin to process what you said.  You passed his team members, who were on the couch you were originally in, and entered the elevator.  Before the door closed, you placed your foot in the way.

“Watch over the idiot and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.  I don’t care if he’s your leader, he’s still human.”

Day 3 - Firsts Vs Telling the Team

Again, just a short one.

Beast Boy nervously approached Robin in the common room. Robin sat on the couch in front of the TV, making small talk with Starfire. Raven was perched on the end furthest from them, reading a book with a bored expression but a telling light in her eyes that let on she was enjoying it. Cyborg was in the kitchen, making himself a snack most people would describe as a large meal. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do this in front of everyone but decided he needed to be casual - speaking to Robin privately would get the young detective’s mind wondering.

“Hey, Rob?” Beast Boy said, artificially relaxed.

“Yeah, BB?” Robin replied, affably.

“Just, uh, letting you know I’ll be out of the tower tonight. No biggie, just meeting up with someone. For food,” he said. Robin cocked an eyebrow.

“Someone we know?” Robin asked. Beast Boy shrugged.

“You might have met her, I guess,” he replied. At that, Cyborg’s shadow loomed over Beast Boy.

“Her?” he asked with a grin. “You going on a date, green bean?” Beast Boy sighed.

“Don’t make it weird, dude. Just leave it, okay?” he said, wearily. Cyborg pointed at him, open-mouthed.

“You are going on a date! What’s she like? What’s her name? What does she do? Where-”

“No no no, no way, man. It’s my first time going out with this girl, you are not getting involved. I’ll let you know more about her later, okay?” Beast Boy begged. Cyborg sulked.

“Fine,” he grumbled. Robin frowned for a moment, back in leader mode.

“If you’re dating a civilian, you know I’ll have to vet them at some point. Preferably sooner than later,” he said. Beast Boy facepalmed.

“Aw, come on, really? Just let me do this, don’t fill my head up with all that stuff, okay? Besides, I’m, like, one hundred percent sure she isn’t a security risk or secret villain or Slade in disguise or anything. One. Hundred. Percent,” Beast Boy stated. Robin acquiesced.

“Okay, I’ll let it go… for now,” he said.

“Listen, I’m letting her decide when I tell you guys about her, that’s all,” Beast Boy said. Cyborg and Robin smiled.

“Okay. Just looking out for you, short stack,” Cyborg said.

“I’m sure you and this girl shall have a wonderful night, Beast Boy, followed by many more and perhaps even coitus!” Starfire chirped, causing Beast Boy’s face to flush.

“Uh, thanks, Star,” he mumbled. Not looking up from her book, Raven finally spoke.

“By the way, Robin, I’ll be out tonight as well,” she said. Robin frowned.

“You too? Can’t you reschedule? I’m not sure I want to be two Titans down if something happens,” he asked. Raven pretended to give it a moment’s thought.

“Hmm, I’d rather not. I have a date with Beast Boy.”


“Well,” Beast Boy said, laughing awkwardly, “I guess she decided.”



anonymous asked:

Robin and Starfire come home to find the other titans turned into babies. While Starfire is watching the others, Robin interrogates baby RavenRobin: Raven how did this happen?!Raven boops him on the noseRobin: Raven tell me!Raven hugs himRobin: stop being adorable and tell me!Raven sinks her teeth into his neck. Robin runs around comically while screaming, with Raven dangling by his neck. Starfire is unsure weather to intervene or laugh her head off.


It was probably Beast Boy’s fault.

Here, have more:

  • Baby!Beast Boy gets the hiccups and turns into different animals with every one.  Starfire records this and later (with Cyborg’s help, once everyone’s back to normal) uploads it to YouTube and it goes viral and Beast Boy revels in his internet fame with obnoxious enthusiasm.
  • A potty emergency has Robin and Starfire making a frantic trip to the grocery store to pick up diapers and also formula and do they need pacifiers too?  How long should we plan on this lasting?  Oh what the hell, throw the entire rack in there, we might need something.
  • They have a mini panic attack trying to figure out diaper brands.  What do these sizes mean?  Is there a significant difference in absorbency between brands?  WHY ARE THESE PACKS SO DAMN EXPENSIVE HOLY COW.
  • Baby!Raven starts crying halfway through the trip, which just leads to bottles exploding and cereal boxes bursting open and all sorts of chaos and Starfire has to take her outside to try to calm her down.
  • This leaves Robin by himself at the checkout completely mortified at the clerk’s raised eyebrow about the cart-full of baby supplies and being all, “I CAN EXPLAIN.”
  • (He doesn’t have to, Baby!Cy and Baby!Beast Boy are swatting each other’s faces in the cart’s baby seat.)
  • Baby!Cy is drawn to everything electric in the Tower and likes to pull things apart while they’re on and it gives Starfire heart attacks every time.
  • They don’t sleep for two days.  None of the babies are old enough to sleep through the night and they all wake up at different times in irregular intervals and Robin and Starfire just sort of give up halfway through the fifth consecutive wakeup cry and overload on caffeine and stake out the main room the whole night, Starfire mixing up bottles and bottles and bottles! of formula and holding and burping the babies while Robin is on the computer, calling for reinforcements and trying to research a reversal.
  • They are extremely irritable the next morning when Hive Five triggers an alarm and curbstomp them in like thirty seconds flat, WITH the babies strapped to them. (Because of course they can’t leave infants alone in the Tower, that would be irresponsible.)
  • (In all fairness, Hive Five didn’t exactly try their hardest because, “THAT IS A BABY WHAT THE HELL I CAN’T HIT A BABY.”)
  • Titans East eventually turns up to help–after Bumblebee has spent ten minutes on the floor laughing hysterically when Robin tells her.
  • Silkie gets ridiculously jealous of all the attention the babies are getting and pukes in each of their rooms to spite them.  The Titans are so busy they don’t notice until everything’s back to normal.  Starfire chastises him very firmly.
  • Robin semi-deliriously refers to Starfire as “Mommy” partway through the first night.  He has been up for eighteen hours, his brain is fried, and it just sort of slips out like, “Raven, please stop pulling Mommy’s hair.”
  • Starfire got a kick out of it and playfully started calling Robin “Daddy” in return.
  • It confused the hell out of Titans East when they arrived.
  • Baby!Cy fortunately doesn’t really poop but he spits up.  A lot.  Starfire takes to wearing a raincoat poncho.
  • Baby!Raven breaks so many walls and electronics and dishes and pieces of furniture when she cries that the Tower is almost completely wrecked by the time Titans East arrives to help.
  • Mas and Menos run with her out to remote locations until whatever she’s crying about has been fixed.  (I.E. diaper changed, fed, burped, cuddled.)
  • A search of Raven’s room eventually turns up the spellbook that Beast Boy had been messing around with when they got turned and the Titans quickly prepare the counterspell and return the three back to normal.
  • Raven refuses to speak to anyone for a week.
  • Cyborg goes through his memory files and deletes everything.
  • Beast Boy catches the exhausted Robin and Starfire tangled up together on the couch (one of the only pieces of furniture NOT destroyed by Raven’s crying), gets the wrong idea, and screeches, “HOW CAN YOU DO THAT AFTER WHAT YOU JUST WENT THROUGH, AREN’T YOU PUT OFF OF CHILDREN FOREVER?!”
  • They’re too tired to fight him on it, Robin just sort of groans and waves at him like, “Go back to bed kid, Mom and Dad need a rest.”
  • Titans East jokingly call the two “Mom and Dad” for weeks after the event.

Do you ever think about how many romantic-like scenes Robrae had?

Like Robin catching Raven in the air and then gently wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her safe?

And then her slowly waking up and them sharing this deep gaze?

Or them watching the sunrise together with both of their capes blowing in the wind?

And Raven smiling at him like that? Or them grabbing on to each other’s hands so tightly and slowly being forced to let go?

And Raven holding Robin in her arms with her hand cradling his face?

Or Robin climbing to the top of a building during the end of the world and kneeling down and whispering Raven’s name?

Or Robin going up to Raven and holding her hand in the most romantic way possible to convince her to stay?

Or Raven blushing after saying she felt cool wearing Robin’s mask and him coming up right behind her as she said it?

Or them sharing a deep gaze (again) after defeating a villain in the last episode? (And only them. Robin just turned back to make sure Cyborg and Beast Boy were okay, but with Raven it was this:

And I don’t even think I have to explain this:

I know Robrae probably won’t ever happen, but god they had so many moments that were so romantic.

Let them sleep, they will figure it out in the morning. (unorthodox Sleeping Arrangements May 1st)

Starfire could barely contain herself when she saw them.  It did help that Robin was right there to hold her back.  It was two in the morning and the happy couple had come down to raid the fridge after ‘activities’. They were both dressed in their night clothes, Robin in a pair of sleep pants and Starfire in a red robe that matched her hair. They just came into the kitchen when they found Raven and Beast Boy asleep on the couch in the adjoining ops room.  

Beast Boy’s head laid back on the back of the couch, his left arm limp to his side, and the game station controller still resting in his hand.  The TV played animation of the game station with the red words “game over”.  In his lap Raven’s head was resting. She laid on her back stretched out down the length of the couch. A blue leather bound volume was open and splayed across her chest using her body as a bookmark.  

To anyone else walking in, the situation might have looked like random happenstance.  Two people that might have just fallen asleep in an odd way. But to the Alien princess, and the Titan leader knew better.  

“Do you think they will tell us soon?”

“They will tell us when they are ready Star, I am not sure if they even know themselves.”  

“How could they not?”

Robin couldn’t keep an awkward smile from forming on his face “Starfire, I was attracted to you from day one, and it took me how long before we finally got together?  Human feelings and how to deal with them can be confusing.” Robin leaned on the counter looking at his sleeping friends.  

“Yet are you sure that they have the feels?”  Star asked as she pulled out bottles of mustard and water, almost handing Robin the mustard.

Even after all this time Robin still loved how Starfire used the English language.  That odd mix of earth slang and reversal of descriptive words.  Robin’s eyes narrowed as it scanned for any details he might have missed at first glance.

“Look close, Raven’s not wearing her cloak and Beast Boy took off his gloves.  Those only come off when they are really comfortable. ”

Robin was right while Raven would remove her cloak for practical reasons she never felt secure without that layer of protection around her shoulders, or having her hood to hide in. Beast Boy almost never took off those clunky gray gloves. He was always afraid of hurting someone with his claws.  Robin held back a laugh imagining Raven yanking those gloves off his hands insisting that he didn’t have to hide them from her.

Robin continued “Listen, the TV is on its absolute lowest setting only Beast Boy would be able to hear it. ” Beast Boy often commented that video games were best at the highest possible volume.  

“So Raven can read!” she stated loud enough for Robin to put his fingers to his lips.

“Exactly” he whispered hoping that Starfire would understand.

“Raven is not wearing shoes”  

“Nice spot Star” Robin smiled.  It was a bit obvious but he liked encouraging her and it was true Ravens boots were neatly placed on the floor next to the couch. The whole display was two people being and finding comfort with each other. Somehow this worked for them, being able to spend time together and still doing things that the other couldn’t stand.

Robin started looking through the cupboards as Starfire sailed through the air into the common room to check on her friends.  

“They look peaceful”  she flew back silently to the kitchen.  

“Then we will leave them that way.” Robin said pulling out a bag of cookies from the cabinet “Come on, let go back to your room.” The two quickly disappeared down the hallway.  

One of Beast Boy’s eyes popped open just to confirm that Raven and himself were alone once again.  He lifted his head up and looked down at Raven’s
sleeping face in his lap.  He ran his fingertips though her hair lightly.  

“Rae, I think they’re on to us”  he whispered.   Raven’s only response was her steady relaxed breathing.  Beast Boy smirked “Yea okay, we can deal with that tomorrow babe” he let his head fall back again to join her in slumber.

This one took about 3 false starts, originally was going to do something with BB and Raven with Beast Boy’s Bunk bed. Couldn’t get it to flow so might try that later. This showed up around 8am this morning.  Please enjoy your fluff and the rest of the week. 

First Time

Originally posted by londoncapsule

This is my entry for the Wheel Of Tropes Walking Dead Challenge created by the lovely @i-am-negan-trash If you enjoy  on point Negan in fics this you should go read her story Raise Hell. You won’t want to stop reading it trust me.

My Trope was First Time and my first thought was King Negan. So of course this is AU and not really in character for Negan. I tried to make him as much like the show as I could but I didn’t like it so I tweaked it a bit.

Reader is the daughter to King Rick, her marring Negan to grand a peace between the two nations. This is the tails of her first week being there.



It’s been two years since the dead arose and started walking the earth. No one knows why or how it happened. We only learned to fight and stay close to the kingdoms across the lands.

King Ezekiel to the west.

King Gregory to the east.

My father’s kingdom to the south. King Rick.

Then to the north king Negan.

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“you come to my room at 4am, to cuddle?” But Raven is the visitor.

Anything for senpai~

Originally posted by windwaver

One would think that entering a relationship of a romantic nature with Raven would come with a few alterations. For example, perhaps becoming more privy to an intimate side of the empath that she would rarely, if ever, display to any other individual. Or maybe, some subtle affection, terms of endearment, a discreet touching of hands, fingers entwining under the table. Hopefully, a chaste kiss or two, or, if Garfield could be so lucky, something more…

At the end of the day, all Beast Boy wanted was any opportunity to get to know his girlfriend better, physically, or otherwise. He wanted to spend time with her, as much as possible. He wanted to talk to her, to listen, to go on adventures and share various experiences with her right beside him. All the cliché things that happened in the movies, or the sappy love stories that filled the romance section in the bookstore; he wanted to build those memories with her, regardless of how cheesy or lame they normally seemed.

Suddenly, every romantic notion had an appeal, like a pink, hazy border clouding his vision and his mind, whenever he thought about Raven. He often pondered what they’d be like with her. Something as ludicrous as a trip to the mall, or a date at a bar, maybe a lazy trip to the beach, just the two of them. Long walks in the park in the summer time, where her feet would get sore, so he’d carry her shoes while she walked in the grass barefoot. Perhaps they’d venture out late at night, so that way, it would be just the two of them, and she’d loosen up a bit without the social stresses she faced every day among the crowds.

Unfortunately, it was often that Beast Boy felt like he was riding the train of love all alone, as Raven remained rather indifferent to him even though they were dating.  

Although most of the romantic excursions did occur, it was about the only change Raven implemented once their relationship had taken on a new meaning. She’d never turn him down whenever he’d request they hang out, and he did manage to get her to open up to him bit by bit the more time that passed, however, much to Beast Boy’s great disappointment, Raven took no other initiatives.

At first, it hardly seemed a big deal; he figured she’d come around sooner than later, and he’d rather not force anything that she might not be ready for. After all, she had been the one who had pursued him back when all this had started. So, when they’d gone on their first, second, third date, and he had really, really wanted to hold her hand, he’d clench his jaw instead, and tell himself that if she wanted to make contact, she would do so of her own volition. His hand was always very evidently right there, perfectly ready to be held if she so desired. He’d even purposely brush his arm against hers, or make sure their shoulders touched, as a hint.

Either Raven was entirely dense, a very unlikely reason, or she simply refused to touch him. Of the two, the latter hurt far more, and it was only a matter of time before Beast Boy was burdened with insecurities in what was supposed to be his new, thrilling relationship.

Eventually, he stopped trying altogether, and it embittered him.

He wanted to tell her, knew he should have voiced his concerns, but he remained fearful of overstepping a boundary, as he had often done with her in the past. The last thing he wanted was to take two steps back for every step forward he’d taken in their new, blooming romance.

So, instead, he procrastinated, choosing to wallow in his own miserable thoughts, and self-imposed exile.

Until the one night that an emboldened Raven had decided to show up on his doorstep, unannounced.

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  • Cyborg: You know he used to tell me how wonderful you were, but guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That's when the truth comes out.
  • Raven: Cy-
  • Cyborg: You know I've waited 10 years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you wanna know what he thinks about you now that you're broken up?
  • Raven: I dont want to talk about that. You know I just came down here to tell you are an unappreciative little jerk.
  • Cyborg: ....
  • Raven: And if you are so uncomfortable around me that we can't be friends, now that I'm not seeing Beast Boy, then maybe we were never friends at all. And I want you to tell me to my face.
  • Cyborg: Now that your broken up he still tells me how wonderful you are. He is completely broken hearted over what he's lost.
  • Raven: So am I.

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15 for beast boy and raven

15. A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss

oh man, teen titans! it’s been a long time, so getting this prompt was an extra treat. hope you enjoy :)

(prompt from here)

He’s making it hard to think. His eyes are the vivid, impossible green of summer foliage and sun-stained shadows and they are staring right into her own. It’s too much. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath that isn’t entirely steady – he exhales, a laugh, and then she feels something warm and soft press quickly against her cheek.

“What are you doing,” she says. She means it to come out deadpan and biting, but her voice isn’t working the way she wants it to anymore and it comes out as a hoarse croak. He doesn’t say anything, but she can sense the impish delight dancing beneath his skin. A moment later he kisses her again, on the forehead, right next to her chakra. Her skin tingles where his lips touched.

“I mean, it’s just, you’re really cute,” Beast Boy blurts, and embarrassment flares bright and sudden in his mind. Beneath that, though, is affection, warm and soft and overpowering and just for her. It takes her breath away. Her hand lifts to brush back hair that has long since been tucked away behind her ear. She swallows. She’s acutely aware of her dry mouth, the quiet tremors in her hands, the frantic beating of her heart, too hard and loud in her chest. She is fifteen and never in her life has she felt more acutely teenage than she has in this moment.

Through all of this, Beast Boy does not touch her. She can feel the vibrant warmth of him a few scant inches away from her own cool skin. Apart from those kisses (kisses! she cannot remember the last time someone kissed her in any capacity), he has sat there patiently and given her space and she is surprised at how much this consideration moves her. She takes another deep breath. She is on the edge of something momentous. She does not want to ruin it.

“I,” she begins, and has to swallow because her voice cracks. “Thank you.”

“Okay,” says Beast Boy. “Wait, no, I meant you’re welcome, wow, what am I saying.” He laughs nervously. Raven’s resolve solidifies.

Starfire and Robin are, theoretically, still at the shopping mall. Cyborg is in his room yelling at a video game. She looks around nonetheless, eyes darting from one end of the training room to the other. Then she looks at Beast Boy. The sheepish grin on his face melts away as he takes in her expression. Something in him sharpens.

When she kisses him, it’s soft and sweet. His lips are a little chapped but they’re warm and pleasant against her own. Unthinkingly, her hand settles on the sharp bones of his shoulder. In reply he places his palm on the small of her back. It’s warm, and feels very nice, and she makes a little noise into the kiss. Immediately Beast Boy pulls away, looking down at her in concern.

“You alright?”

When they kiss again, Raven decides she doesn’t care if they get caught.

Protect (Primal May 2nd)

“It’s okay, lay down.” Beast Boy said. She was too tired to argue and let him guide her body to rest her head in his lap. Her body laid across the back seat of the T-Car. Beast Boy reached over her and pulled her cloak tight around her like a blanket.  The whole ride home He was silent.  Getting some odd and concerned glances from Starfire and Cyborg in the front seats. He wanted to say something, but Raven’s eyes fluttered closed and her breathing deepened.  He stayed quiet gently stroking her hair and letting her rest on his legs.

Beast Boy hated when she did this. When she overextended herself, especially when it was to save the rest of them. Of course if she didn’t there were a few times that the team and probably a good chunk of jump city would be dog food but he still hated seeing her like this.  

She didn’t need to hear jokes right now, and he didn’t trust himself to speak. Beast Boy’s protective instincts were in overdrive. He was trying to calm himself, she was breathing, nice and regular, she was in one piece and she was here with him. Raven was exhausted, not injured, not sick. It’s never easy to see a loved one in distress, but for him it was different.  

He could feel them, the alphas, the apex predators they were ready to lash out. They didn’t understand that she was safe. That they were with friends they only knew that they needed to protect their mate.  They needed her safe.  

The drive took forever, and as the minutes past the zoo inside Beast Boy just got more and more restless. When they finally pulled into the garage  Starfire got out and when opened the back door to help Raven out.  Beast Boy roared at her bearing his teeth like a feral dog.   Starfire jumped to the air out of instinct her hands and eyes glowed.

The standoff lasted only a moment, Starfire understood and returned to the ground and backed away slowly.  Beast Boy closed his eyes and collected himself as he carefully got out of the car caring Raven with him.  He was still silent as he passed his friends.  Apologies would happen but they would happen later he needed Raven where he could keep her safe.  

Raven came in and out of consciousness in waves.  At one point she knew she was being carried, like a small child. The next she could feel her clothes being gently peeled away.

Raven woke up for a few minutes while Beast Boy held her up in the shower.  

“What’s happening?” she gasped a bit of panic slipping into her voice.

“It’s okay Mama I got you”  He said pulling her to himself a bit tighter. Encouraging her to let him take her weight.  

“Is everyone..”

“Everyone is fine, you saved everyone, just rest. ”

Raven let her head fall against his shoulder.  She didn’t regain consciousness again till Beast Boy was laying her in her bed.  

“Garfield”  she said quietly as he pulled the covers over her.  

“Yea Rae, I am right here. ”

Raven just gave him a small smile before she was out like a light.  

They were in there den now, it should be okay, but he still need to appease his instincts.  He let them take over finally.  He needed ears sharp and alert even in sleep, and a nose that would let him sense and enemy for miles.  Beast Boy soon had vicious teeth, and claws, and fast moving legs that would not allow any attacker to escape.  He jumped up on the bed and laid down next to Raven his eyes facing the door. He will protect his mate.

Raven didn’t wake up until well into the next morning a green timber wolf in a light sleep next to her. This was not the first time, and she knew it would not be the last.  She ran her hand down the thick fur of his back. Beast Boy knew that Raven could protect herself.  This was not about knowing, it was about instinct, and some instincts are too powerful to ignore.

Okay some of you might be a little bit confused. I actually wrote two different stories for this prompt. The one called Resist explored Beast Boy’s more primal side in terms of his attraction to Raven.  The thing is that many writers have done this. In fact take a look at @xaphrin collection on Primeval and To claim and possess are incredible examples.  But primal can mean more than just sexuality so I wrote Protect. I wrote one to see if I could do it, I wrote the other to try to add something different. Enjoy. 

A Healing Touch

“What happened to your arm?”

Robin blinked, looking up from his stack of paperwork. He was met with the slightly miffed expression of the tower’s resident empath as she glowered at his arm. Robin furrowed his brows, confused. “Uh, what?” he said. Raven huffed, gesturing towards his bandaged arm.

“You’re arm,” she said, “What did you do this time?”

Oh. That.

“It’s nothing, Rae,” Robin said, shrugging. “Just a scratch.”

Raven rolled her eyes and sighed, her cape fluttering as she swept into the chair beside him. “Just nothing,” she mocked, “sure.” The empath reached for his arm, gently pulling it towards her. “I can feel your pain all the way from the roof.”

Her touch made Robin freeze. She was gentle as she unwound the bandage, careful to not squeeze or bump the gash. Heat rose to his face, and Robin found himself riveted to her every movement. There was just something so…alluring about the demoness, something that always seemed to bring him into a trance when he was around her. Robin felt he wasn’t alone in that aspect either; Raven seemed to have that effect on most people.

“This is bad,” she murmured softly. Her face was drawn into a pout as she took in the state of his arm, her tone clearly disapproving. Robin shrugged again, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Cyborg said it was worse than it looks.”

Raven cut him a glare, silencing him. With barely a twitch of her fingers, she conjured up her healing magic and draped her hand across his injury. He gasped, pins and needles of ice dancing across his skin. Robin watched with wide eyes as the sorceress re-sewed the muscle and skin on his arm, making it like new once again.

That was one of the things Robin found forever fascinating about Raven’s powers; her ability to heal. He’d once watched her re-shape Beast Boy’s splintered leg, rescue Starfire from being stabbed, and reconstruct a burn victim’s face, among other things. She was an invaluable member to the team, and an excellent friend. Someone he trusted with his life.

“There. Better.”

Robin blinked. He looked down at his arm, now whole once more. He flexed, relieved to find the soreness gone. “Wow, thanks, Rae!”

Raven smiled, and Robin felt his heart skip a beat. “Next time, try not to hurt yourself,” she teased. The empath lingered for just a moment, their gazes tangling within each other. Robin felt her hand graze his arm and sliding into his own. She gave him a gentle squeeze, a smile flickering across her lips. But it was gone as fast as it appeared, and she rose abruptly, breaking the spell. Robin gulped, letting his hand drop into his lap. He looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Um, thanks again,” he mumbled quietly. Raven hummed.


Robin glanced up just in time to see her stride off, her cloak billowing behind her. He stared after her, his heart thudding in his chest and his mind reeling.

What on earth just happened?

He rubbed his arm subconsciously, suddenly unable to focus on his paperwork.

I promised fluff, so here. This is fluffy, right?


Anyway, enjoy xD

P.S. this is totally inspired by a prompt thing I saw but forgot to save. If I find it, I’ll link it!

-mod Kat

I’m feeling generous after that thoughtful message, so here’s a small snippet on what I’ve been working on! Ignore the mistakes I still need to edit. 

It’s not her style.

 But they’d walked past it — once, twice, three times, maybe more if she counted the trips with Starfire.

 It’s never been her style.

 Raven needed to reassure herself of that. Then again, going to the mall for a wardrobe update with Beast Boy, of all people, was also not typical of her behaviour, either.

 “Okay,” the shapeshifter stated exasperatedly, drawing her out of her own thoughts. “We’ve gone around the mall like, seven times. There’s got to be a few stores that have caught your eye by now, Rae!”

 Beast Boy had stopped just as they’d circled by a fourth time. Truth be told, Raven was surprised at the endurance of his patience with her. Still, she couldn’t mask the glimmer of amusement that tugged at a corner of her mouth as she watched him try to keep it together.

 “I mean, there has to be something you like!”

 Perhaps it was fate — or sheer dumb luck — that they’d paused right by the very thing she’d tried ignoring for the past little while.

 It just wasn’t her.

 Nothing about it made sense, or belonged, but it tugged at her conscience like an omnipotent presence she just couldn’t ignore. Raven bit her bottom lip, but she knew that he’d caught the way her gaze had slipped briefly in its direction, as if in silent answer of his very question.

 Garfield followed her line of view, and he seemed to stagger backwards in surprise, eyes widening in alarm as he came to a steady realization. He almost didn’t believe her, shaking his head and blinking rapidly, as if his own eyes were deceiving him.

 Like she could even blame him; she could hardly believe any of it herself.

 “Uhm, you-you wanna…,” he paused to gulp, “go in there?”

 Raven coloured, realizing that her teammate had paled at the prospect — emerald green fading into a lighter, minty shade. Stammering, she lied, “N-no! I don’t even go in there with Kory. What makes you think that I’d go with you?”

 There was an icy bite to her tone, and Garfield physically recoiled from the chill, looking like a pouting, kicked puppy. Raven immediately regretted her defensive wording when witnessing the hurt in his features, but like hell she’d relent.

 To think they’d come so far together in their relationship over the past few weeks, and yet, she still struggled with being anything short of fierce when her pride was at risk.

 A bad habit, she knew.

 “I don’t mind. Going in, I mean.” He was sheepish when he spoke, his voice as soft as his honest eyes. “If…if you want to.” He still had to clear his throat, as if worried it would unexpectedly crack like it used to during his awkward phase of puberty when they’d been younger.

 Raven continued to feel flush, but she was rendered speechless, torn between wanting to give into her curiosity or to tend to her bruised ego.

 Knowing she was red in the face, she huffed, lowered her head, and quickly beelined past Beast Boy towards the store before she could reconsider her decision. Keeping her head down, shuffling her footsteps as quick as they could go, she thought she might be inconspicuous — blending in amongst the other women shopping inside, despite the ominous, oversized black hoodie she donned that obviously resembled her cloak.

 The very last thing she wanted was to be confronted by an all too eager salesperson in a store like this. The idea of the encounter alone was enough to leave her feeling mortified.

 Afterall, there was only one item in question that had drawn her there to begin with, and it was currently residing on the body of a female mannequin in the shop window.

 Stuffing her hands into the deep pockets of her sweater, Raven eyed it cautiously. Beast Boy eventually bumped into her, and threw her off focus. He still looked rather pale — like a zucchini left out in the sun too long — otherwise she might have scolded him for his callousness. However, he seemed to be mirroring her own internal dilemma when she’d first been dragged into the shop by Starfire while the older woman hadn’t taken no for an answer.

 Confused, lost, a little bit intimidated but in awe, probably overwhelmed by the smell of a fragrant, strong feminine perfume spritzed all over the store.

 “Have you never been in a lingerie store before, Gar?” she asked him through clenched teeth.

 The boy gulped, shaking his head slowly, still staring up at various scantily clad mannequins like they were about to come to life, step down their displays and walk towards him in a sultry manner.

 Raven couldn’t help but be amused by this. “Really? You? So, all that bragging about dating lingerie models was a lie?” She gasped, pretending to be shocked by this revelation. “How could you?!”

 Beast Boy frowned, brows furrowing. “When did you…” But before he could finish his train of thought, the pair were immediately interrupted by Raven’s one worst fear; a sales associate.

 “Hi there!” the girl chirped cheerily next to them, making Raven almost jump out of her skin. “Was there anything I could help you with today?”


anonymous asked:

Drunk raven expressing her feeling to bb, the really deep ones and the more cute ones too :))

Sensitive ears were great and all, unless the music was cranked up to a hundred hertz. Then, the only thing that could be heard was a constant thump and nothing else. 

That, and he always got a gnarly headache that battered at his temples for the remainder of the night. 

Beast Boy scowled and glared at his drink, wishing he could be far away from here

Today hadn’t been a good day. They’d nearly lost a bus full of kids to some idiot who thought blowing up bridges would be a fun pastime, and all Beast Boy wanted to do was lounge on the sofa, eat some pizza, and call it a night. He was sore, tired, and the horrors of narrowly missing getting burned to a crisp were still far too fresh on his mind. 

So yeah, a club really wasn’t where he wanted to be. 

But Robin had been determined to celebrate their success, probably to help lift the team’s spirits, or whatever. He took another swig of the brandy, wincing at the burn of the liquor in his throat. Beast Boy appreciated the gesture, he really did, but he just wasn’t feeling this tonight. 

A hint of lilacs tickled his nose, and Beast Boy turned to see Raven leaning over his shoulder. “Hey,” she shouted, her voice barely carrying over the booming music. “Dance with me.” 

He blinked. “What?” 

There was a laugh. “Come on!” She snagged his wrist, tugging him to his feet, and stumbling as she led him to the surging bodies on the dance floor. Strobe lights dazzled in his eyes, but Beast Boy could still see the way Raven fumbled on her feet. 

Was Raven…drunk? 

She jerked him close, attempting to sway to the beat. Her motions were jerky and unbalanced, and Beast Boy caught a strong whiff of liquor mingling with her natural scent. 

Well, she’d at least been drinking. She had to be, asking him to dance and all. 

The empath in question twirled a bit too hard and managed to throw herself off kilter. Beast Boy lurched forward and snagged her by the shoulders just before she could come crashing down onto the floor. “Uh, Rae?” he shouted. “How much have you drank tonight?” 

Raven blinked, her gaze out of focus. She giggled, letting herself lean into his touch. “I dunno,” she slurred, “my brain feels funny.” Her face screwed up as she paused to think, creating the most single-handedly adorable expression Beast Boy had ever seen grace her features. He bit back a snort. 

Oh yeah. Raven was definitely smashed. 

“Come on, let’s get you off the dance floor.” 

He led her away from the strobe lights and disco balls and towards a balcony just across from the bar. Cool air tickled his skin, and he instinctively threw an arm across Raven’s shoulders. Wouldn’t want her catching a cold, right? 

She didn’t seem fazed by the motion, instead wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning into him. “Mmmh,” she hummed, “you’re warm.” 

Beast Boy gulped, feeling his face grow hot. He could really smell the alcohol on her now that they were out in the crisp night air. Damn. She really must have been going at those shots. 

A little table caught Beast Boy’s attention, and he guided the inebriated empath over one of its chairs. “Here, why don’t we sit for a bit?” 

Raven laughed. “You’re such a cutie, Beastie. W-why’re you so cute?” She jabbed him with a finger as she spoke, her expression accusing. Beast Boy blinked. 

“I-I dunno. You think I’m cute?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it obvious, B?” Raven lazily twirled a finger in her haphazard hair, waggling her eyebrows at him. “You are very, very cute.” 

Beast Boy blanched. This…this was bizarre. Raven exuded a forwardness he was completely unfamiliar with, fueled by her concoction of liquid courage, and it was starting to scare him. Did she…like him? That was impossible! 


Raven slumped into the chair, her glassy eyes flashing. “If I didn’t feel so…woozy… I’d kiss you right now.” Her expression quickly morphed from enticing to pained, and she dropped her head in her hands. “Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

Beast Boy let out an awkward laugh, reaching out to rub her back. “Yeah, that tends to happen when you drink to much…” He whipped out his communicator and dialed for Cyborg. “I think it’s time for you to go home.” 

Raven’s hand curled around his wrist, prompting him to look up and meet her gaze. He blinked, his breath catching at the intensity swirling within her violet irises. “Take me out. Tomorrow. For lunch.”

Beast Boy balked. “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

“O-okay,” he stammered, “I will.” 

Raven smiled. “Good. Now excuse me while I go throw up.” She hauled herself to her feet and staggered off, leaving behind a very, very confused Beast Boy. 

Well, he supposed today hadn’t been a total disaster… 

Here you go, anon! One silly tale of a drunk Raven mustering the courage to hit on BB! xD Enjoy! 

-mod vixensheart

Modern and Mythic: The Einherjar

‘Those who fight alone’

The Einherjar are the warriors that will fight with Odin at Ragnarök. The brave souls who faced their end with courage. They are the lost ones, the drifters. The ones that didn’t make it back and didn’t go down quietly.

The wandering wolves and crows, the beasts that skulk and prowl while the rest of the world is none the wiser.

They are the howling winds and the distant thunder. They are the coming storm.

General look

- Army jackets of any kind, especially dark green

- Patches and pins with skulls, ravens, wolf, and eagle symbolism. Also activist patches or pins, like anti-facism, anti-capitalism, etc

- Brass or gold jewelry. Gold for Odin, brass for bullets

- Simple black sunglasses

- Plain tshirts or longsleeves work best. Rock tshirts work well

- Combat or hiking boots. Scuffed up sneakers

General colors for shirts, makeup, etc

Black for death and darkness

Gray for ash and storm clouds

Dark red and rust for fire and blood

Aesthetics and moods

- Driving around with your friends and playing loud music

- Driving alone at dusk

- Biking/skating/longboarding around the neighborhood

- Learning martial arts and self defense

- Treating yourself to some good food after a long day

- Learning tales of heroes and glory and adventure

The general vibe is a classic rock feeling with a little bit of an urban lean with punk. Heavy on passion and freedom, like your whole life was building up to this and now you are untouchable. Wandering war dogs

Playlist: (24 songs)


Prompt 11/50  Beast/BBRae

Anon asked for a Beast/BBRae fic. Hope this wasn’t awful. 

This helps keep the Beast at bay.

This helps keep the Beast at bay.

This helps keep the Beast at bay.

The words ran over and over and over in her mind, until it seemed as if Raven was breathing them into herself. She just had to keep reminding herself of that fact over and over and over again, because it helped keep her grounded and reminded her where she was and why she was doing this.

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I know I’ve been very quiet this year but here, have a tiny idea for a festive story I had.

Christmas morning in the Tower was a paradoxically quiet and colourful affair. The common room was festooned with decorations across every square foot of wall and ceiling space (easy to reach when you could fly), only growing denser every year as Starfire would discover more and more baubles she needed but hadn’t the heart to disregard the ones they already had. Not that anyone tried to dissuade her or even minded. In fact, it had become Raven’s traditional role to follow the princess around the room, levitating the impressive ‘Trunk of Festivity’ behind her.

In the middle of this glittering, shining display, next to a tree so heavy-laden with trinkets Cyborg seriously though about reinforcing the floor, the Titans sat in a blissful oasis of calm, a time of rest from their typically chaotic lives. Even Beast Boy, though full of joy, were happy to bask in the simple atmosphere of togetherness. There were laughs and smiles and hugs as gifts were exchanged, and Raven found her gaze lingering on Beast Boy, as did her thoughts.

“Once I give him this, there’ll be no going back. It won’t last but… There will be change”, she thought. In the pocket of her comfortable and delightfully unfashionable pajamas, she clenched a small box in surpisingly tense fingers.

“What if he doesn’t want it? He might just laugh and throw it back in my face. Maybe he wouldn’t want to be with me…” She ignored her increasingly jumbled thoughts, turned to Beast Boy, and waited for him to look at her.

“What’s up, Rae?” he asked, brightly. Raven took a breath, and revealed the box in her hand.

“Open it,” she said. Giving the box an appraising glance, he took it, and gently opened it. He looked up at her, wide-eyed, then back down. Then back at her. And Raven’s stomach twisted as he laughed. Her initial reaction was confused when he dragged her into a jofyl embrace, still laughing. He let her go and took a step back, shaking his head. He stood and went to the tree, a few gifts beneath it yet to be given, and retrieved a red envelope before handing it to Raven.

“Open it,” he said, wiping at his eyes. Raven did so and pulled out a small card, her mouth curving in a slight smile as comprehension dawned in her eyes.

The card read: “I.O.U. 6 hours free of Beast Boy” with little check boxes for each hour she used. Raven looked up in wry amusement as Beast Boy raised what she had given him: a card that read: “Good for six hours of complaint-free time with Raven.”

“So did our gifts cancel each other out or what?” Beast Boy laughed. Raven artfully studied the card in her hand.

“Well… it’s a nice gesture but needs a few changes,” she said. With a thought, a pen from her desk in her room phased through her door, flew down the corridor, phased through the common room door and alighted in her open palm. She scribbled  a few alterations and showed Beast Boy the edited card.

[I.O.U. 6 hours free of Beast Boy’s time.*]

“Ha! What’s the asterix for?” he asked.

“Asterisk. Look on the back,” Raven said. He did so, tried to frown but gave up entirely when his grin just wouldn’t quit. The back of the card stipulated “QUIET hours”.

“I love it. Merry Christmas, Rae.”

“Merry Christmas, Garfield.”

“The only question is: which do we use first?” Raven shrugged at him.

“We’re going to visit Batman tomorrow, aren’t we? Maybe Starfire can flip his giant coin for us.”


There you go, just a tiny little thing to hopefully bring you a smile for Christmas. Whatever you celebrate and however you celebrate it, I wish you well.


Drunk Undercover

written for robrae week 2018 on @fuckyeahrobrae

prompt: day 1 (undercover), day 3 (drunk)

let’s pretend I didn’t post this a day after robrae week ended

also on ao3

“Robin, I have a problem.”

“It’s Dick here, remember?”

Robin turned to face the only person who would be calling him by his vigilante name at this nightclub. She giggled, and Robin took an inadvertent step back. Raven never giggled.

“I don’t… I don’t get why you let people call you that. I mean, you’re baaasically a celebrity; do you know how many people must make fun of your name every day?”

Robin squinted at her. “Are you…?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve got a problem.” Raven frowned. “Did I tell you that already? I’m drunk.”

“I wasn’t aware half-demons could get drunk.”

“Me neither! I thought my magic—”

“Shh!” Robin glanced around. Thankfully, the music was loud enough that nobody seemed to have overheard Raven’s near-shout.

Sorry.” Her whisper-yell wasn’t much better, but Robin decided he’d take what he could get. “I thought my magic or healing abilities would negate the effects, buuuuut nope.”

“How did you even get alcohol?”

“Oh, come on, Robin-Dick, don’t be so naive. Do you really think they card here?”

Robin resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he’d first found out that a suspect he was following frequented Club Essence, he’d known that he would have to use his connection to billionaire pain-in-his-ass Bruce Wayne to gain entry. As Raven was the only one who knew his civilian identity, Robin had figured she was the best to bring along. (The team had temporarily banned him from taking solo missions after the debacle that had originally forced Raven to enter his mind.)

Cy had given Raven a modified version of the rings that he used to appear fully human. It had darkened her hair from violet to black and changed her skin tone to match Cyborg’s, but that hadn’t fazed Robin. No, it was seeing Raven in a dress and heels that was… jarring. For a superhero team that lived together, the Titans rarely saw each other out of uniform. For Cyborg, the reason was self-explanatory. Beast Boy and Star simply seemed content to wear iterations of the same outfit every day. For Robin himself, it was a form of protection. Plus, it made wearing the mask 24/7 seem more natural. And he knew that Raven wore her uniform—in particular, her cloak—like armor, too. He’d actually been a bit concerned that the absence of her cloak would make Raven stand out when she amplified her attitude for defense.

But it turned out that he’d been worried for nothing. Raven was, apparently, a very good actor when she chose to be. She’d flirted with sleazy guys with no problem, blending in with other spoiled rich teenagers with ease while they waited for Robin’s suspect to appear. She’d been doing so well. Of course something had to go wrong.

“So… yeah,” Raven was saying. Drunk Raven was a rambler. “I just kept drinking to stall conversation, and then I started to start to enjoy the buzzzzzzzzz, and I thought I would be fine, but now the room is sorta spinning and I don’t think anyone else has noticed so I must be… ine-breviated.”


“Hey. No picking on me right now or I’ll throw up on you.”

Robin shook his head, fighting a smile. “Okay, we’re going home.”

“Whaaaat? No, I’m fiiiine,” Raven protested, floating a foot above the ground. Robin yanked her back down.

“You’re not. Case in point. We’re not going to be a very effective team right now anyway, with you unable to focus.”

“And you worrying about me, worrywart?”

“Don’t be like that. You’re starting to act like Beast Boy,” Robin said, smirking when Raven made a face. “Are you clearheaded enough to get us back to the Tower, at least?”

“Yeahhh, yeah, no problem.”

Robin watched her doubtfully, but he led them into a corner where nobody would notice her portal. Or at least, anyone in this drunken corner who saw would chalk it up to a hallucination.

Of course, Raven teleported them right into the middle of a busy road. Tires squealed, headlights blinded, horns blared, and Robin had to drag his friend to the sidewalk.

“Honk you too!” Raven shouted after the cars. Then she looked around, laughing almost maniacally. “Heeeeeey, this isn’t the Tower. Oops.”

Robin sighed. “I’ll call a cab.”

Approximately four and a half minutes later, a sleek black luxury car pulled up to the curb.

“That’s not a—” Raven broke off with a hiccup.

A man in a suit emerged from the car to open the door for them.

“It’s a driver I trust. Come on.” Robin half-nudged, half-carried Raven into the back. Which was more difficult than it sounded because she began levitating just as they crossed the two feet to the car. Robin slipped the driver a generous early tip, giving him instructions to drop them off at a convenience store about a block away from the bridge to Titans Tower.

Once they were settled, Raven immediately slumped over to lay her head on Robin’s lap. She almost never voluntarily touched other people. His cheeks warmed, but he kept it together enough to slip off his jacket, folding it into a makeshift pillow.

“What a gentleman,” Raven said with enough sarcasm to sound like herself. But there was a teasing note in her tone that Robin knew she would’ve never let leak into her voice if she had been sober. She reached up and poked his nose, which didn’t help him keep his composure.

“Stop that.”

She just giggled. They lapsed into silence, Raven shifting on his lap every so often. They’d turned onto a highway when she spoke up again.

“I’m sorry for fucking up the investigation.”

Robin was surprised to hear genuine regret in her voice.“Hey, it’s fine,” he said with a light chuckle. “Honestly, the rest of us have fucked up enough that it was about time you made some trouble.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Her voice lowered, and Robin had to strain to hear her. “I’ll be getting you all into all sorts of trouble soon enough.” Her fingertips sparked with power, and a lamppost outside their window shattered. The driver must’ve been startled as the car swerved before correcting itself. Robin found himself grasping Raven’s hand.

“What do you mean, Rae?”

She shook her head. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she blinked furiously. “Nothing.”

Her words had been alarming, but Robin didn’t want to press her in this state, so he let it go. He squeezed her hand lightly, and eventually, the quiet hum of the car lulled her to sleep, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

After another couple of minutes, a few grappling hooks, and three security codes, Robin carried Raven into the common room in the Tower. He knew that Raven would blast him into another dimension if she found out he went into her room, so he laid her gently on the couch instead. He tucked a real a pillow beneath her head and located a blanket to drape over her.

Robin stepped back, feeling a fondness for his closest teammate warm his chest. “Goodnight, Raven.” Before he could stop himself, he bent down to press a light kiss to her forehead.

In the morning, Raven woke to find a note on the coffee table.

Plasmus escaped. Left with team to deal with it.

Remind me never to give you access to alcohol again.

Rest up; I’ll see you later.


The note was terse, as it always was with Robin, but it brought a smile to her face. And sitting beside the curling slip of paper was a mug of warm herbal tea.

First Dance

“May I have this dance?” a green hand that disappeared into the sleeve of a black tuxedo held itself out just below Raven’s eye level. Beast Boy stood on the opposite side of the table where she was sitting, giving her space. Hope sparkled in his eyes, a fang-toothed smile spread across his face as he waited for Raven to contemplate her answer.


“What do you mean you don’t know how to dance?” An incredulous Beast Boy all but shouted at Raven.
“I didn’t say I don’t know how to dance. I just don’t dance. There’s a difference.” Came the slightly irritated response, in a tone that said this conversation was over. Beast Boy wasn’t giving into this argument so easily however, he and Raven had been teammates enough years now for the changeling to have learnt when he needed to drop a topic with the empathic girl and when he could argue till he was almost literally blue in the face. Either way, he knew he would lose the fight, but being able to keep Raven’s attention engaged on him for longer than the time it took to shut him down was always a win in his eyes.

And Beast Boy had just stumbled upon a new topic that would keep him amused for weeks: working out why Raven refused to dance.
“If you don’t dance, then the only explanation is that you don’t know how. Come on Rae, surely you’ve tried it at least once in your life – listening to your favourite song alone in your room and boogieing along with it a bit.”
Raven’s deadpan glare stared back at him
“I. Don’t. Dance.”

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