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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.

Damian as TT Animated Robin

Robin’s family was a bit of a mystery. The Teen Titans knew and respected that as best they could. It was just hard sometimes.

Or: five times the Teen Titans wondered about Dick Grayson without knowing they were wondering about Dick Grayson.

TT AU with Damian as 16 y/o TT!Robin, mostly grown up and much more comfortable than his eleven year old canon self.


Starfire and Raven were the two newest to the world—growing up in another dimension or another planet entirely was definitely a pretty good way to avoid TV news and pop culture.

While Raven put effort into getting to know her new world, it was a rather localized affair. She made a point of knowing what nightclubs and cafes had open poetry mics, an overview of the governmental systems currently in place, how to obtain a library card, and other such things that directly affected her day-to-day existence. Starfire seemed to enjoy the thrill of discovery and the inevitable subsequent sharing of culture that would occur whenever her teammates discovered something she had not previously encountered, and likewise enjoyed telling her teammates of similar practices on Tamaran, or the lack of them, as the case may have been.

Usually, their lack of connection with Earth culture (and very specifically, urban, Pacific Coast, United States culture) meant very little in the grand scheme of things. If they were caught off balance, most civilians gave them a pass because slightly strange faux pas were hardly the worst or strangest thing costumed heroes had done, and the Titans at least were sanctioned. Someone would explain things, get it all cleared up within a few minutes, and any destruction of property was written off and paid for in the cash pool specifically set aside for the inevitable accidents a group of superheroes would cause. So long as their mistakes didn’t cost anyone their lives there was compensation, and the lack of Earth knowledge was an eternal work-in-progress.

All things considered, it should have been expected that neither Raven nor Starfire knew about Nightwing.

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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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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.”

Silence.

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

Ta-da!

-Jack

cbulldog09  asked:

Could you do BBRae "is that my shirt?" for the prompt list, please?

Better late than never, right? Slight lime in here, folks. 


He decided he liked the view. 

Something about the way her back curved, the line of her spine that he could trace with his fingertips, like a painting come to life.

The rays of the sun were just beginning to trickle in, and the crisp, white linen sheets sat rather immodestly about her gently rounded hips. 

Her skin was porcelain; a blank canvas, lightly lined with scars that he’d spent some of the previous evening getting to know. 

Her hair was a tossled mess of obsidian violet splayed across the white of her pillow. Her shoulders shifted ever so slightly with every breath she took as she slept soundly. 

Yeah, this was certainly a view he could get used to. 

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The Actor and The Pacifist. Part I

Inspired by a user under the name of FlamingFoxNinja, in regards to human actors and the what if scenario that they are the only ones capable of holding in emotions, faking certain things, and as we in the acting profession like to call it, “Bullshitting,” our way through things. I am a freelance professional voice actor, theater actor, and so on so forth. Hopefully I capture this right in my tired state.

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Derrick had been on many a vessel with his traveling companion, Emma. The differences in humans was well cataloged throughout the galaxy, though it was rare to see a female towering over a male. Derrick didn’t mind as he was the voice between them both, considering Emma was quite the shy person despite her behemoth like size at 7 feet tall. This alien Merchant ship was their next vessel to board themselves upon, for their adventures took them farther towards the outer rim, aimed at Algolis V, a hub world for trade and entertainment though notoriously dangerous. “We are going to make such a profit! I tell you this my friend,” Derrick began, “I can just smell it, the credits rolling in will ensure we can make our way back to the Citadel as cultural heroes! Or at least very notable scoundrels.” The last part her mumbled, though his eyes flicked towards a crew member that reacted, thus causing Derrick to grin ever so slightly. 

“Hm,” Emma shuffled in the lounge as they watched the non-human crew go about their business, uncomfortable and pulling her armor closer to her. Between the two of them, she was a beast covered head to toe in thick power armor, though her shyness was a quirk she could not be rid of. Derrick took a more modest and light attire with notably flashy colors on his garbs. The prime piece of his attire was a notable black eye-patch with gold inlays protecting his right eye, resting atop a vicious burn scar beneath it. “Me?”

“Well of course I need you here, my big bad bodyguard and old friend, you are the dashing good looks and muscle of our voyages!” He proclaimed loudly with pride, causing any prying eyes to look away at last. 

“I don’t like violence,” she muttered through the helmet, the voice becoming partially distorted to sound more fiercer than it probably was. 

“Ah but you LOOK like you do,” he whispered and then gestured to her armor, it was far from shiny, and she had always protected her reckless companion well over the profitable years. Despite his attitude, he had a number of connections she used regularly to handle her own personal manners. “That is the beauty of it, of what I learned as an actor,” he took a stand upon his chair, looking as prideful as a man of his 5′3 stature could look without coming off as comedic. “For where we as humans shine is many a specialization.” He leaned forward and grinned, “Mine in its entirety is my powers of hogwash and subterfuge. For even in the army during my time in raids all across the galaxy, battling pirates and bandits, I learned the art of silver tongues is something of masterpiece only we can create! With my skills we will go far in the galaxy!” Derrick was careful in using human slang for lying, seeing the crew around them appearing confused by his jargon caused him to chuckle softly. 

“Excuse me, humans?” one of their alien crew members curiously questioned as he spotted them. “I was requested to bring you before the Captain of the ship, something regarding your,” the avian based sentient gazed down, ruffling some of the feathers on its neck, “Your papers? Specifically the documents you provided regarding your legal status to be here?” 

‘Rules,’ Derrick thought to himself. “The Sarkian always love their rules,” he cleared his throat before opening his arms and smiling, forgetting at times it could still be considered a threat. “My fine feathered friend we would be more than happy to meet your Captain! A Sarkians’s hospitality is legendary among the inner rim, and I am sure we will be happy to make her friendship.” Emma shook her head and sighed, there he went again attempting to make friends in the worst of ways. 

As they passed by a multitude of different species aboard the ship, it became obvious they caught more than a few stares. The rumors of humans being battle hungry Demons was well known, and their survival instincts were something respected and feared. Once they reached the bridge, Derrick adjusted his eye patch and straightened his clothes, “Look presentable, smile, er actually,” he looked up at Emma’s helmet and mask covering the entirety of her face, and she too looked down at him. Even without the mask it was obvious she had raised her brow in confusion. “Better just … Be yourself,” he stated nervously. 

“Nervous?” She questioned. What could it be now? Of all things? He was usually good with hiding such things even from her. 

“Always nervous before a good performance.” He could tell she was confused still. “I… May have fudged some of our papers so we could get on this ship. It was the fastest way to our destination.” Her heart practically plummeted. They were lying about being here? Oh this was going to be a disaster. 

“You are an idiot,” she grumbled. 

“I know, but hey … When in doubt, bullshit your way through.” He straightened himself up and smiled as the doors finally opened. “Greetings and most respectable salutations!” Derrick stated as they walked in. She was already stressing by his sheer stupidity. “We have heard that there was an issue with our papers? A clerical error I’m sure!” He stood proudly, absent of the nervousness that riddled him previously. Emma however was becoming upset and discomforted as so many eyes were on them. 

“Human,” The Captain started. Her feathers were a brilliant fiery red and orange, with touches of green above the head. Her four eyes blinked together as she raised her three clawed hand in a sign of formal greeting. “You have some explaining to do. First, your names.” 

“Why, I am Nathaniel T. Laz’fre, and my companion here is Ulrich Von Xer. We are simple travelers heading towards Algolis V to entertain an extended visit to one of my cousins as she and her wife bear their first child. It is a most momentous occasion for human culture!” His movements and voice boomed with energy, enough to overwhelm and captivate any audience. 

But the Captain seemed to be anything but entertained. “Allow me to clarify. Your REAL names.” she demanded with a stern glare. 

“I do not follow?” Derrick continued to play the game before him, resolute and unflinching. 

“Answer the question, or I will have you put in the brig, without hesitation.” The Captain hissed as she ruffled her feathers in a threatening manner. 

Derrick finally broke character and took on a more serious face, an aura of cold surrounded him as his eyes suddenly changed to that of a thousand yard stare. The smile was like glass, and small, showing no teeth as he stared at the Captain. His gazed caused a shiver up her spine, “Ah, I see. Perhaps you were unaware then.” He put his hands behind his back, standing upright and walking along the consoles of the bridge. “We are on an important mission… A bounty if you would,” he sniffled and gazed at the Captain again, standing much closer than was usually allowed. 

‘Liar,’ Emma thought as she saw him once again spin a tale of epic proportions, detailing how they had been sent out this far to catch a dangerous foe, responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands. He created a name, place, origins of attacks on human colonies they would not know of. It was a masterpiece that caused the Sarkians’s to believe him, or at least become worried enough about who they were dealing with on their ship. “As for our names, my real name is of no concern. To tell you would be a breach of security I, nor my companion, can accept.”

“I-” the Captain was taken aback by this knowledge, and believed it to some extent. She had heard the stories some humans were good liars, taking the truth and telling anything but it. However his demeanor plus his hulking companion caused her to fear for her crew. “Suppose you may stay… Having a human or two of such caliber as you both would surely be a boon of some kind. I do not wish to cause any sort of diplomatic incident, I am just a merchant after all.” She stated with a reserved posture.

“Thank you, my fine feathered friend,” Derrick smirked, his voice a low gruff growl as the words coldly dripped from his tongue like poison. “We will be no trouble… The Terran Republic thanks you for your assistance.” 

With that they left to their newly assigned rooms. “By the Great Mother, what in all four hells are we transporting in those two?!” One of the navigators responding after finally breathing normally again. 

“Humans are terrifying … Tens of thousands dead and they send just those two? They must be exceptionally ruthless.” Another rubbed her beak nervously. 

“Well… Having them aboard could be safe for the crew.” The Captain tried to reason a positive into the mix, but failed to convince even herself. 

Once they were in their shared room, Derrick sighed with relief and began to hyperventilate once he had laid down on one of the two beds, “Oh by the skin of my teeth,” he finally caught his breath. “I was certain they had us made… Good on you my friend, looking as imposing and intimidating as always. You are a natural!” He laughed as Emma sat down on her bed. 

“You lie well.” She stated, finally removing her helmet as it was only them. 

Derrick paused for a moment and smiled, though his eyes were somber. His companion had been with him for years, a decade maybe. Seeing her suffering first hand was still difficult to watch. Her face was burned horribly, eyes replaced by cybernetics from injuries long in the past, and beast claws had left a nasty scar across her face. Though her short raven black hair complemented her bronze skin well, it was clear such scars still made her uneasy when they were looked at. “I do my best,” he responded finally, though his tone was much like his eyes now. 

“Do not stare,” she simply replied before laying down in her armor. 

“Apologies,” he sighed before laying down as well. “We will make it there my friend… I know you wish to see your brother back on the Citadel.”

“Is it wise to speak the real truth here?” She inquired without turning too him. She merely stared at the ceiling above them, the titanium was a bland color, but these merchant ships of the Sarkians’s were never aesthetically pleasing at first. 

“The walls have no ears this time… Trust me, I know,” he stated. Their true intentions. Her dearest friend, a brother by bond, was recently injured. Holovids were one thing, but being there when he woke up in the hospital was another. 

“They say he will be receiving a new arm. He cannot afford it.” 

“I heard,” Derrick sighed, “I heard… We will get to him, and help remove that obstacle of petty debt. I promise you, my friend.” He said the last word with a sincerity she knew could only be given once in a blue moon. “Now… Rest … It will be at least another 5 rotations before we arrive.” With that, Derrick flipped on his side and fell asleep.


Little did they know, on the horizon of their next jump lay a predator… The predator born not of hungry by survival but the hunger of greed. Three pirate frigates lay outside the next hyperspace exit lane, eagerly waiting for another trade ship to pounce upon. Their blackened ships and twisted designs meant for intimidation and boarding. It would be a terrible tragedy… Or would it?

To Be Continued Tomorrow because it’s late AND I’M TIRED AS FUCK.

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!!!

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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.

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“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.”

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. 

Tofu

We have a BBRae oneshot. It’s rare for me to write a solely BBRae oneshot but I do love them dearly. They’re my second fave otp and it’s nice to explore outside of RobStar sometimes.

Hope you like it!


Her dark eyes were penetrating. She was staring daggers at him and he, as usual, didn’t know how to react other than to sheepishly grin back at her.

“Explain. Right now.” Raven breathed, tapping her foot against the floor.

“Um…” Garfield stammered, trying to look anywhere but in her direction. He was genuinely quite afraid that she’d be sending him to the netherworld before the night was out.

Her lips twisted further into a frown and her arms fell from being crossed over her chest. With a huff, she shrugged her jacket off of her shoulders and hung it up in the hallway of their apartment.

Raven stomped back into the lounge, acutely aware of music playing from the stereo. She began picking up her books from the floor before clearing the cushion pieces from the sofa.

“Look at the mess, Gar. What were you thinking!?” She grumbled, turning to scowl at him.

“Rae, c'mon… he needed me.” Garfield murmured, quietly following her around as she started cleaning the newfound mess.

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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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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.

  • 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.
The Logan Theater

Beast Boy: I can’t wait to see you tonight.  

Rae: You can see me right now just look over your shoulder.

Beast Boy: ha ha :D You know what I mean.

Rae: Enlighten me.

They were both in the T-car Raven and Starfire in the Back seat and Beast Boy in riding shotgun as Cyborg drove. Beast Boy fought the temptation to look over his shoulder he could almost hear the smirk on his girlfriend’s lips. He put his attention back to his phone.

Beast Boy: I am looking forward to our date.

Rae: Was that tonight…?

Beast Boy’s eyes went wide, his thumbs texted furiously.  

Beast Boy: RAE! I have been planning this all week!

Beast Boy was ready to jump out of his skin, and would have thrown down his phone and jumped into the back seat into Raven’s lap.

Rae: Did you really think I would forget?

Beast Boy: You love torturing me, don’t you?

Rae: So do you.

Beast Boy: only in bed.

Rae: Down boy. Yes, tonight is on just give me some time to meditate and shower.

Beast Boy took a long slow breath through his nose.  Even mixed with the scents of the others he could pull out the heady familiar fragrance of the woman he loved.

Beast Boy: You don’t have too, you smell wonderful to me.

Rae: I am taking a shower Beast boy, and so should you if you want me to get within three feet of you.

Beast Boy: I want you a lot closer. ;-)

Rae: Then get clean, and I will come to your room as planned.  

Beast Boy: I have everything setup!

Raven lifted her head from her phone for a moment. Even without her emphatic powers and even from behind she could tell Beast Boy was excited.

Rae: Are you sure about that outfit?

Beast Boy: Totally!

The car pulled into the garage. The young heroes pilled out of the car Beast Boy and Raven exchanging knowing looks as they made their way in.  

“I got a date with Raven! Da doo ad doo I got a date with my girl” Beast Boy sang to himself in the shower.  He quickly ran his fingers though his hair working shampoo into his scalp. It didn’t matter how long they had been going out, dates were still special. Maybe because so many of them got interrupted.  As much as he would like to Beast Boy couldn’t just email all the bad guys asking them to take the night off.

Dear Super bad dudes,

If possible, please take Thursday night off. Raven and I have dinner plans. Will promise to give you our full attention Friday. Looking forward to it.

Thank you

Beast Boy.

So far though everything was going according to plan. The bad guys in jump city stayed quiet Rob as busy with Star and Cyborg got some whatchamacallit for the T-car that he had been waiting weeks to arrive.  

Beast Boy turned off the water, and shook his head like a dog.  He stepped out of the shower stall dried himself off in the mirror.  He wrapped the towel around his waist, and stood in front of the mirror.  

“Yep still green” he said to himself.  

It was an old joke, when he first got his powers as a child his mother had to pull him out of tub after he had rubbed his skin raw trying to get the green off it.  It took him while, but he learned to accept the green face and pointed ears he saw in the mirror each day.  It was a comfort that Raven accepted him, and helped him deal with it.  He didn’t know if it was her powers or if he was that obvious, but she could see past the bad jokes and false bravado. She loved him, he was green, and it was okay.

He had to hurry Raven would be there in a few minutes.  Beast Boy quickly brushed he teeth going through the mental checklist for the night.  Teeth done, deodorant done, toenails clipped, outfit picked out. Raven made Beast Boy want to be better. She deserved a guy that didn’t wear the same clothes for days and that didn’t live in a garbage dump.  

Down the hall Raven was also getting ready, she sat on the edge of the tub a towel wrapped around her. She was carefully shaving her legs.  She knew that her boyfriend had a strange fascination with them.

Raven had been looking forward to tonight. The last few weeks have been busy. Mad Mod, Cinderblock, and Johnny Rancid all decided to make appearances. Robin decided to intensify their training, and Cyborg was determined to find that perfect fuel to air ratio to get that last bit of horse power out of the T-car’s engine.  

She would have never guessed that the one person who use to irritate her more than anyone, could grow into the person she was the most comfortable with. That she would look forward to being with him more than being alone with her thoughts and a good book.

She quickly finished in the bathroom considering putting on some of the perfume Starfire had got her but quickly remembering Beast Boy’s sensitive nose. Raven had tried some scented body spray once.  He tried the best he could saying that “I am fine” but his eyes were tearing. The scent, light and floral to her was overwhelming to him.  

A few minutes later Raven stood nervously outside Beast Boys door, her gaze kept wondering up and down the hall to make sure that no one saw her dressed as she was.  Dating was still new to her and these rituals, waring special clothes was all unusual.  

She knocked quietly on Beast boy’s door.  

Beast Boy was barefoot wearing back plaid sleep paints and a dark blue t-shirt with diagrams of the Enterprise printed on it.  His hair was still damp from the shower and his grin filled his whole face.  

“You look great” Beast Boy said extending his hand to lead her inside.  Raven wore her own night clothes. A set of dark blue pajamas that buttoned up in the front. Her feet were also bare. She took Beast Boys hand and was gently pulled into his room.

A nightlight gave the room just enough light to let them get around.  The floor was clear, the clutter from his younger days was long gone. There was a light scent of butter in the air and his excitement was almost glowing on his skin.

“Welcome to the Logan theater, you look lovely this evening allow me escort you to your seat” he said as he walked her into his room and to his bunk bed.  There was a heavy blanket hanging from the upper bunk like a curtain creating a private room out of the lower one. He pulled back the blanket and guided her in. She found the pillows propped up, so she could comfortably recline. At the foot of the bed a laptop setup with Netflix patiently waiting for the start of the show.

Raven stretched making herself at home as a green hand passed her a glass bowl of popcorn. Beast Boy carefully slid in next to her a warm and intimate fit on the small bed meant for one.  He closed the curtain on their private ‘theater’ leaving them in only the light from the laptop screen.

Beast Boy stretched his leg out to hit play on the touch screen with one of his toes. Beast Boy turned to Raven a very pleased look on his face.  "Are you comfy?“

"No” Raven said quietly.

“Rae let me get you another pillow or” He started rambling until Raven leaned over and kissed him. It was brief and intense a fast dart of her tongue and a nibble of his bottom lip. A moment later the bowl had been transferred from Raven’s lap to his and Raven was on her side cuddled into him resting her head on the left side of his chest. Beast Boy’s left arm came around her holding her protectively to him.

“Better?”

“Much” she snuggled, “You did say you wanted me a lot closer”

“Any closer, and clothes might be a problem”  

Raven grabbed a small handful of popcorn and pushed it into Beast Boy’s mouth. “Down boy, we both wanted to see this movie” Raven pulled her hand back but not before Beast Boy could grab on of her fingers with his teath.  He had swallowed the popcorn and gave the digit the gentlest bite, licking the trace of salt and butter off it before letting it retreat.

“Alright I will wait, but you don’t make it easy” he whispered as the move got past its opening credits. Raven just smirked at him, and settled her head down using his chest as a pillow.  He craned his neck and kissed the top of her head. “Enjoy the show”

Fancy Restaurants are nice, Movie theaters are nice, Concerts, picnics, parks are all nice. But a real memorable date isn’t the place or the activity it’s who you are with and how they make you feel.


I wanted to do something with these two that used Beast Boys bunk beds for a while (since bbrae week 2017 unorthodox sleeping arrangements. ) The best part about a bunk bed when I had one was making a fort out of the lower bunk. Trying to write more, not sure if writing better but more. 

Unorthodox Sleeping Arrangements

“The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected.”-Julian Casablancas


“Uh, Rae? I think we’re lost…” Beast Boy trailed off, glancing around them with wide eyes. Looming up all around them were massive redwood trees, with a canopy so thick, it blocked out the sun. Every direction looked the same, no matter which way he looked.

They were lost. He was certain of it.

“No. We aren’t,” Raven growled. She stomped onward, trampling the ferns in her wake. Beast Boy heaved a sigh. She’d said that an hour ago. And the hour before that.

And yet, there was still no sign of their teammates or their camp.

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I got salty, so this happened.


He woke up in a panic, the landscape of dreams still fresh in his eyes.

Beast Boy should have been used to it by now – his girlfriend’s wacked out, all-consuming nightmares. Yet, he jolted up in their bed regardless, kicking up the blankets and punching the air like he was ready to fight Slade himself.

“Where’s the fire? Who died?! Is Darkseid attacking the tower?! Batman? I got it, I got it covered!” he exclaimed, still somewhat in a sleeping stupor.

By the time he was able to discern that he was in his bed, with no immediate danger, Beast Boy’s heart was still recuperating from the frenzied gallop induced by adrenaline.

He glanced over to find Raven sitting up in bed beside him, watching him with a troubling look.

Garfield rubbed at the remaining sleep in his eyes, and tried again to discern the current expression on his girlfriend’s lovely face.

“Uh…no fire, I take it?” he joked, slightly embarrassed by his earlier outburst.

Raven continued to give him the same apprehensive, offended look she’d fixed him with since he’d awoken.

Beast Boy’s uneasy smile fell. “Rae? You okay? Was it another nightmare?”

He reached out to touch her, only to notice the empath flinch uncharacteristically from his graze.

Something in his heart tore. He withdrew like a wounded animal. “Raven…?”

Her gaze dropped to her lap, and guilt changed her features into something new. She appeared as uncomfortable in her skin as she had when the mark of Scath had appeared. “It was just a dream…,” she murmured, but it came out sounding like an explanation for her own ears rather than his. “A stupid, stupid dream…”

Raven hugged her bare arms despite it being obnoxiously warm in their bedroom, her porcelain skin prickling to life with goosebumps.

“…Did you want to talk about it?” he spoke softly, treading slowly with his words.

“No! I-I can’t…,” Raven replied, her cheeks burning.

Yet again, Garfield’s heart felt like it had been swallowed whole by his own stomach. There usually wasn’t anything Raven couldn’t tell him, not these days, anyways.

How serious was it when she didn’t even want him touching her?

“I know how vivid your dreams can be, Rave. I know that sometimes, they’re even a lot like premonitions-”

Her eyes widened, and she spun her head in his direction. Somewhat paler than normal, she squeaked, “You’re going to cheat on me?!

Beast Boy sputtered, opening and closing his mouth a few times in disbelief. “I’m gonna what now?!”

Raven bit down on her bottom lip, quickly averting her gaze when she’d realized what she’d spoken aloud.

“Hold the phone – did-did you just say that I cheated on you?!”

Raven silently picked at the thin fabric of the sheet still covering her legs.

“You can’t be serious, Rae. You can’t actually believe that I’d ever – I mean, have you met me?!”

“It was just a dumb dream, Gar, let it go,” she whispered, glaring down into her lap.

“Let it go?!” he scoffed. “How can I? My own girlfriend thinks that I’d do something so incredibly despicable! Like Rita raised some kind of scoundrel!” he seethed through gritted teeth, growing irritable.

Not waiting a moment longer, Garfield then grabbed both of Raven’s hands into his own, taking her off guard. He stared into her eyes, intense enough that the empath blushed and had to look away.

“Do you trust me, Raven?”

She took in a deep breath. Nodding her head once, the response coming almost naturally. She couldn’t have lied even if she tried.

His eyes softened. “Then you know, I’d never, ever do anything like that. Not to you, or anyone else. I’ve never done it in the past, and I sure as hell don’t intend to now.”

The way he spoke, it was like a vow; a promise he was hellbent on keeping.

“Your dream version of me sucks by the way. He’s completely out of character, and I think you ought to fire that imagination of yours and get a better one,” he joked then, lightening the mood.

His grip weakened, but he didn’t let go of her hands.

Raven’s eyes watered; the overwhelming amount of sincerity she could pick off the changeling was leaving her feeling ridiculous, and with every moment that passed, the more her dream seemed completely unfair to Garfield’s character.

“Rae, I love you. Only you. I don’t want anyone else.” He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as his heartfelt words brought down the icy barrier she’d put up around her. Garfield regarded her like a blind man seeing the moon for the very first time.

She kissed him then. Grabbed his face and brought his mouth to hers in a crushing embrace, her eyes squeezing shut from the raw emotion she was experiencing. He easily melted into her touch, and pulled her down on top of him.

Raven had never been too good with words, he knew that. She preferred to show her love to him in other ways. So they stayed under the covers that morning, where Garfield proved over and over and over again exactly why he’d never even think about cheating on the one woman he was so hopelessly and irrevocably in love with…


I think I got my point across. :)

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.

“Anytime.”

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?

…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

Exchange

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.”

END

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.

-Jack.

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 FF.net. 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. 

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! 

Right?

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

lizzielad  asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 🎉🎂😊 I feel like I should be writing you something, since it's your B-Day, but if you want something to do, here's a fun one for ya! #6 “Come here, let me do it” BBRae of course! 😉-LB

Infuriating was an understatement. 

If Raven could have incinerated the damn thing through sheer will alone, she might have. 

Too bad Garfield had spent a small fortune on it just to see her wear it, and she couldn’t even get the damn thing to fit

She stomped her foot to the ground as she felt the zipper catch again, and then she let out a string of uncharacteristic curses that no one would have dared to imagine spilling from her lips. She growled and seethed at her own reflection, her dark hair falling into her face and clinging to the sweat that was building up against her fair skin. 

It was supposed to fit. 

It was in her size! 

Yet here she was, a woman capable of taking down some of the worst villains in existence, stumped by a dress

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