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Sneak Peek: Marks

“Hey.” She replied back in a dreamy state. She extended her hand and brushed her fingertips against his jaw. He closed his eyes to relish on the gentle moment. 

“If you continue doing that, it feels like you're just going to disappear from my sight.” He whispered and his eyes opened to look at her. He searched for a sign in those violet orbs if she was just going to disappear from his life, but her eyes were steady and clear and her lips formed a mystifying smile that he connected to the joy of their first night together.

“Why would I?” She cupped his jaw, thinking that he had such a sharp jawline-- so unique. “I have everything I want here.” She cuddled closer to him resting her forehead against his beating heart.

- Marks (WIP for 5 years)

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I have a fic idea, I have decided the title is going to be

" 7 mins in Hell "

I'm curious what you guys think the story is about.

PS: I won't say what's it's about I just wanna chat and see your ideas

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I really love your works and the drama you put in them so I've been thinking about this promt lately for Damirae.

I know it's sounds awkward😭😭 but how about Raven is having a miscarriage after trying many times having a baby.

And she's starting to make some stupid scenarios of Damien divorcing her for not being able to have a baby (overthinking)

First, thank you! I'm glad to hear you love my stuff. And thanks for talking with me. 🥺

To answer your questions.

I have thought about Raven having a miscarriage and it upset her so badly, but never got a proper plot other than that thought. So I never dove into it. I still might in the future.

Now. Right now, I do have a fic where she is overthinking and needs to provide a baby for Damian bc she thinks he might find someone else if she doesn't. Is that close enough to the 2nd part of the question?

(and yes it is WIP...currently...longer than anyone probably wants)

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The Voices: 'What if : I'd Follow You'

A/N:

This is not canon to the previous chapter. Same world (I'm still working on) but this is a what if the canon timeline didn't happen.

The sneak peek I shared with

“If anything happened to you– if you die– I cannot continue living on.” It was a statement. His eyes told her he knew this for a fact. As if he had already lived through it. - Damian to Raven

DISCLAIMER: DEATH, suicide

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The Voices: 'What if : I'd Follow You'

Raven and Damian have been married for years now. And they were more than happy in each other's arms. Granted, even they have their fair share of difficulties in their relationship.

Damian was happy to be in bed with his wife who laid on his shoulder with her fingers brushing above his beating heart.

Her condition wasn't ideal, but he loved her so dearly.

She glanced up to look at him and feeling her shift against his body he immediately looked down curiously.

He smiled when their eyes met.

"Dami, do you ever think of death?" She asked suddenly and he was taken aback.

His hand that was stroking her elbow stopped as he frowned, "Why are you asking this question?"

She brought her gaze back down, to look at her fingers brushing his sternum, "Just a thought that came to me today."

"Of course I do, it happens." He finally answered her.

"Would you remarry if I die?" She asked back as if asking about his day or the weather.

The question made him hold his breath, if anything, it would have stopped his heart too.

"Why are you saying that?" He asked back, the edge on his voice was undeniable.

Raven had stopped playing with his chest. She did not look up at him. She sighed then repeated her question.

"Would you remarry if I die?"

Her husband held her hand that was already on his chest. He laid her hand flat against his beating heart.

"My heart will stop beating if you die." The answer to the question she seemed to want to know was finally said aloud, in a room that was rather chilly despite being in each other's warm embrace. Despite being fully clothed, under warm thick sheets.

She looked up with a troubled expression, she shook her head. Before she could rebuke verbally, her husband spoke.

"If anything happened to you– if you die– I cannot continue living on." It was a statement. His eyes told her he knew this for a fact. As if he had already lived through it.

She inhaled deeply, "No. I don't want that." She propped her head up a bit with her free hand supporting her weight. As the hand he was already holding shifted in his hold and she squeezed him.

"I want you to remarry." Raven added quietly, even when there were tears in her eyes.

This time it was his turn to lift himself up from the bed. His eyes searching hers. "I will not remarry. I would rather die with you."

He watched his wife's lips quiver at his response and he cupped her face, hoping to calm her. "I can't live without you. I can't continue on. It wouldn't be living, beloved."

"Please, don't say that." Her voice cracked, her tears still gathering in her eyes. "I don't like the thought of you dying."

"I don't like the thought of you dying." He repeated and she pressed her lips.

"But I am not well. It's more likely that I–"

Damian cut her off by pulling her closer to him. "And I can't love anyone else. I can't imagine another woman in my life that isn't you. I love you."

She could see the conversation was upsetting him. She cupped his face with one hand and brushed the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." She said, crawling into his lap and hugging him tight.

He hugged her back and buried his face on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Their beating hearts drumming at the same pace, completely in sync.

She pulled away from his embrace, "I want to live a long life with you." She smiled at him. Then leaned her forehead against his, their noses touching.

The couple settled into their bed after their talk and he held her tighter than normal. The talk likely left an impression on him. But knowing she was in his arms calmed him.

As they waited for sleep to take them, they talked about their future together instead of one without the other.

Damian woke up in the middle of the night, not sure when he had fallen asleep amid their conversation. But he could still feel his wife's body pressing against his and it brought a smile on his face.

He wanted to bring her even closer to his face, but when he touched her arm. He felt the chill.

He was instantly awoken from the confusion of just waking up.

It was like there was an alarm in his brain blaring at him.

He sat up bringing her along with him as he glanced down only to see her– his beloved wife–

"No." A shaky breath followed. "No." He brushed her face.

Her blue face. She looked peaceful.

But his heart felt like it was ripped from his chest.

He cradled her. And wept. Muttering for her to wake. Telling her he loves her. Asking her not to leave him.

Damian was a smart man. Smarter than any average man. And he knew, with how cold her body was, that she'd been like that for a while now. He knew that even if he called 911 nothing could be done.

Therefore with what little sense he had, he used the time to talk to her. Ask her. Tell her. Beg her.

He stayed like that, hunched over her body for longer than he'd like to admit. Then something just clicked in his brain.

He lifted his head up and caressed her face. He kissed her cold lips and laid her gently on the bed.

He got up, went to their bathroom and took bottles of medication. Medication that had his wife's name on them.

Damian walked quietly to his bedside table. Placed the medications on top while he opened the drawer, taking out a piece of paper and pen and wrote something down carefully. Once he was done he glanced at his wife.

She looked so peaceful.

He smiled at her.

He placed the pen down, sighed and got his phone out. He typed something and was busy with his phone for a bit. Then placed it on mute. He placed his phone on the table and grabbed the pill bottles.

He looked at his wife again. Then studied the label on her medication.

Maybe it was an allergic reaction to the medication.

He wondered if she knew that she was going to die that evening. Was that why she was asking those questions?

Those painful questions?

But how could she know?

Those things didn't matter. He already told her what he knew to be true.

"I will be with you, my beloved wife." He whispered, opening the bottles and downed every pill inside with no water.

He then settled in bed and brushed her face. He wanted to hold her and he thought about it for a while.

He knew he couldn't sleep if she wasn't in his arms.

With that thought, he carefully gathered her into his arms again. She was still flexible which made him relax as he settled onto the bed and closed his eyes. His thumb caressed her lower back as he always does when they go to sleep.

On the piece of paper he left behind he wrote: Please bury me with her.

Damian's breathing started to shallow down.

He had also left timed text messages to his family.

The first one to call 911. Then the next messages were delayed by a few minutes.

He had one for his father telling him to continue the research under Raven's name and that whatever money he was entitled to would be used as funds for it. He thanked his father and apologized.

He sent one to his eldest brother, though he was an annoying brother, he told the man he'd appreciate it if he could oversee the projects he has, especially the research that was supposed to be for his wife.

He left messages for his other brothers too. Tim was specifically told about his will. The message for Jason seemed to be aimed to piss him off, but there was clear affection between the lines.

And he even sent one for Alfred, giving him a brief summary of what he told his family. He also thanked the older man and emphasized how grateful he was for welcoming his wife despite her condition.

Damian was content. He has made sure that everything was settled.

When the rigor mortis is completed in both their bodies, they would have long been discovered by his family. Raven would not be stuck in this position. Though he wouldn't mind if they were buried like this too.

Either way, knowing that her body would unlikely completely stiffen before they were discovered was what made him finally decide to hold her in his dying moment.

"Just a little bit more…" He mumbled.

It was good they didn't have children. It made this choice easier.

When the text messages arrived to their respective recipients it was too late. People rushed to Damian's mansion, checked every room. Bruce and Dick had checked the bedroom and–

Damian laid there with a smile on his lips and his beloved in his arms. They both looked to be at peace.

FIN.

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Another Sneak Peek: The Runaway Bride

Because I am in-love with the line.

I won't say the full title because it would be a dead giveaway. So, that is just the partial title. Another WIP that might not see the light of day...

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It didn’t matter, he desired her with an intensity that would burn the sun. - Damian looking at Raven

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The summary I Promised:

A Future With You

It took a while, but as promised, to those who were waiting for this. This is for you.

Ao3: L I N K

FF.net : L I N K

Hope you like it and enjoyed it.

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Sneak Peek

“If anything happened to you– if you die– I cannot continue living on.” It was a statement. His eyes told her he knew this for a fact. As if he had already lived through it.

- Damian to Raven

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I want to say the title of where this belongs, but it would be a dead giveaway for what will happen. Is anyone curious what's going on?

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The Voices: Bullies

@jiafei-my-beloved & @djbunnie gave me the bullying idea. Thanks btw!

Then I just borrowed existing kids that are plaguing me. You might see this AU, been working on it for a while.

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Damian frowned as he stared at his two young children. His daughter had messy hair and his son had scratches. Both their uniforms were disheveled. 

“What happened?” He asked with arms crossed.

The sun had already set and so they stood in a dark hall in their big cold mansion. The children had even come home later than they should have. Which made his wife anxious.

“They called mother crazy.” His daughter carefully confessed.

Damian’s hand flinched and he pressed his lips.

“They pushed her, so I fought back.” His son added.

Damian inhaled sharply, “I will deal with this.”

He studied his six-year-old twins. They were rather mature for their ages, a result of the circumstance of their environment. 

“Your mother–”

“Damian?” Raven’s voice cut him off from finishing his sentence. 

He turned to look at his wife who wore a white long sleeved, floor length silk nightgown. The neckline was low but it was quite conservative. A clothing choice she wore in consideration of their children.

Her eyes flickered at the sight of her young children. 

She was shaking, “What happened?” 

Damian’s lips parted but his daughter cut him off, “We were having too much fun, mother.”

“I tripped.” The son added.

Damian looked at his children, his pensive expression hidden from his wife.

He sighed, “Why don’t you let your mother put some ointment on those wounds son?” He gently urged.

The son nodded and walked to his mother, reaching for her hand. 

Raven quietly accepted his hand and his excuse.

“Why don’t you two sleep with us tonight?” Damian smiled warmly.

Raven looked delighted with the suggestion. Her and her children nodded with smiles on their faces.

Damian approached his wife and cupped her face, “Why don’t you all settle down first while I make a call to their school?”

He patted his children’s head. 

“I will deal with this. You don’t have to worry about anything, beloved.” He kissed her temple. 

She pressed her lips and replied “Alright.”

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Raven settled the kids on the bed. She patted her son’s hair while his sister slept on his other side, eyes closed but facing Raven.

She watched them sleep peacefully.

“What really happened?” Her son stirred awake after hearing his mother whisper softly. 

He heard the inaudible whispers that came after, making him open his eyes.

A red figure with white hair almost pressed his lips against his mother’s ear as he told her something he couldn’t make out.

He felt his twin sister’s hand squeeze his hand that she was already holding. He knew his sister was awake and could hear them too. But she kept up with the appearance of being asleep.

They both knew their mother was not crazy. After all, they see them too.

Raven’s son pressed his lips, behind the red figure was another one by the wall, looking at him with a smile and an index finger pressed on it’s lips. 

They all look the same. But they knew there were a lot of them. And one of them was bigger than the rest. 

Their mother called him Trigon.

And he was the one by the wall.

He squeezed his sister’s hand back.  FIN.

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A Future With You Update

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Cliffhanger. Up to CHAPTER 19. [ 79k words ]

A Future With You

A03

FF.net

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PS: If you haven't read this one yet, I stress that this has been ongoing for 4 years and I do not update regularly. And after this update, probably never, who knows.

This one is heavy.

Even I cry.

I suggest you skip this and save yourself from the heartache and heartbreak.

Please.

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Thoughts?

What should I update? Or what kind of miserable fic can I write? So many questions... What to do...

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Lines I'm obsessed with in Meet Me Halfway (A03)

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It isn’t something surprising coming from a Ragnvindr. They seemed to be a family unbound by society’s perception and were capable of paving new paths that no one would have thought of, granted they would also be scorned as they walked that path.

And he looked at her with quivering lips. He really liked his name coming out from her lips. He wanted her to call him that in many different ways—in different tones.

Diluc’s haughtiness made Jean laugh. And the corner of his lips could not help but twitch, a smile fighting to fully erupt, and he did not let it.

That smile, these affections.

Almost.

Almost too deep.

Almost letting himself give in.

Almost wanting to be more to her.

Almost.

He can stay behind that line: almost.

Jean’s eyes were clearly locked on his lips and the temptation for him to capture her lips became stronger. He had to pull away now.

But before he could pull away from her tempting presence, her lips were already against his and he inhaled deeply taken aback by her move. He wished he hadn’t inhaled because inhaling her scent made him lose what little resistance he had.

Diluc kissed her back, his hand behind her waist pulling her closer.

And she reciprocated.

And he returned that kiss too.

And the two continued to lock lips.

“The books give me something that I know I cannot have.” Jean admitted and then added, “Our names– it gave us endless possibilities– and yet for me– I was denied the thing I have always wanted since I was a child.” Jean closed her eyes and sighed. “I suppose a name can only get you so far.” She turned to look at Diluc and her eyes were stern and her smile was empty.

“It’s why I chose you– your name will get me to places.” Diluc blinked at her words, and instead of finding himself offended, he felt his chest bubble with laughter. 

Jean felt like a specimen. Perhaps only he could make her feel such a thing.

The way his eyes were inspecting her, made her feel like he was even deliberating her very soul.

She was worried he’d deem her unfit to be with him. But of course, she couldn’t show it outwardly. She had to contain all her nerves. Nerves that he had set aflame.

She kept her silence because their relationship was something of convenience. This was something she was very clear about.

This was eventually going to happen; Jean had anticipated this situation. Jean and Diluc’s famed lover would meet eventually, a fact that loomed over her since the moment he proposed this undertaking. It just so happened that he seemed to want it done earlier than she could ever expect. But truly, there was probably no right or wrong time to introduce your mistress to the legal wife.

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The Life of A Vampire & Witch in the Palace

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This is the official part 2 of

For Sauce Weekend 2023

Day 1: Vampires: The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Woods This is them in the palace now and Damian's shenanigans feat. his foul temper.

Now that I recall, there was quite an extensive lore plan about Damian's family... but I don't recall it well, oh well. I hope it is enjoyable, it's been sitting for months in my drafts...

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🫵❤️

Idk you who are but thank you! It definitely cheered me up ☺️🤗

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hey there!! just wanted to say i'm a huge fan of your jealuc story "meet me halfway," the tension between them is so delicious, and i'm so intrigued by their individual personalities and their ''secrets." take care <3

Awh! Thank you! I was feeling so down and seeing this really made my day, my week, my month!

Gosh. I agree those two in that fic just have a different kind of tension. Everytime I think about them I feel tense 😂

They are that couple you just want to kiss badly already lol.

Thanks so much for this lovely comment.

If the next chapter ever sees the light of day.... Well... Hahahaha if you like smut that is.... 🙈🙈

But also the aim is for you to hate that red haired man tho... 🤔

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DamiRae Week 2020: First And Last AU

FIRST  (first part)

MATURE/ EXPLICIT

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The gentle loving yet pained gaze of eyes that knew no other lover other than her. - Damian watching Raven

[ Future with You ch 19, WIP ]

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I was rereading to try and find something sad...

Amma dabble...

"I wonder though, if maybe I got it wrong. What if he does want me to follow him?"

The moment she blinked. She saw him.

Those green eyes that she loved. The color of a luscious green forest.

His tanned and toned body that was reminiscent of caramel.

The black hair that was similar to hers and yet... Azar, she remembered how soft his locks were as she ran her fingers through his hair. As if she was touching the softest pillow.

How his tight embrace kept her safe.

And how the corner of his lips curled into a smile when he sees her.

In that moment, when she simply blinked her eyes.

She saw him.

The only man she loved.

The only man who held her like she was the most precious thing in the whole universe.

How was she lucky?

She'd never know.

But she knows how she loves hearing him tell her how special she was to him.

It always made her so breathless.

And in those moments, she'd feel how much her heart was filled with love for him.

There could be no other.

There could be no one else.

He was all she ever dreamed of.

A dream she didn't know she wanted until it was gone.

It pained her.

It pained her to have known him so deeply to just lose him.

It was a pain that could not be explained.

It was a pain that left her hollow.

But it was deserved.

If there was no him, she would have never even felt full.

And now that he was gone, she was less than what she was before him.

Had she known love was going to be like this... Then maybe she would have walked away from him the moment she laid her eyes on him.

And she would have been saved from this heartache that she prayed would never end.

For it was because of this ache and longing that reminds her of him.

The only man she will ever love.

FIN.

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Wrote it on the spot and now I'm crying, just what I wanted.

[ Her gaze was at the ocean, and the longing was so very clear.

She turned to me, her eyes filled with grief, “I admit, I think of it often.” Then returned her gaze back to the ocean as she pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in comfort to herself.

“I would walk into the waters, and think of him. And as I stay under, I think of him even more. Then I think that he'd want me to live. And so, I walk back to shore, even when I wish to just be with him." She inhaled sharply, "I often wondered what his last thoughts were. He must have known something was wrong the moment he told everyone to leave. He must have known he wasn’t going to make it.” She whimpered and buried her face into her knees then looked back up to the waters. “I always think about it– following him into the water. Then…Maybe my body could drift back to where he is." She closed her eyes and I waited in silence.

With opened eyes, she added, "I know no one found the wreck and everyone says it because it was incinerated—that… they say I should move on too. But I don't think I'll ever love anyone else. If they found his body, I would have resurrected him somehow, but there was nothing left." She rested her head on her knees as she looked at me. "I could never love anyone else."

I wish I knew what to say, but her faint but clearly pained smile told me she didn’t need words of comfort now. So, I kept my silence.

“I worry though, if maybe I got it wrong. What if he does want me to follow him?” She whispered and then pressed her lips. ]

- Raven about Damian and his death

In The What Ifs of Death: Falling for Raven