#damian wayne x rachel roth

[darthvashtique93]

A Cosmos In The Sand

The End

 Two weeks after the battle, Raven and the remaining Azarathians returned to their land, escorted by the Themyscirans.

         Raven’s heart rent at what she saw.  The land seemed lifeless; the entire area smelled of death.  Raven frowned at the grayness before her.  It brought tears to her eyes.  Azarath was once vibrant and full of life, but now it lay barren as a wasteland.  “Azarathians have a deep connection to their land.  When its inhabitants are well, the land prospers.”  Raven looked up at Queen Hippolyta who was speaking.  “The land just `needs a little life breathed into it,” Queen Hippolyta smiled at Raven.  Raven stared at her hands.  Could it work?  Only one way to find out.  Summoning her powers, Raven placed her hands on the ground and released everything within her.  Closing her eyes in concentration, she allowed her powers to flow through her into Azarath.  The sounds of gasps caught her attention.  She slowly opened her eyes and gasped.  Green shoots poked their heads through the ground.  The lakes were now filled, and Raven could sense the waterfalls in the distance flowing with life.  It was a long way from perfect, hardly resembling its former glory.  Despite the destroyed buildings, it was a start.

         “Now what?” Raven turned Queen Hippolyta.  “There’s only 20 of us left.”

         "The war has caused many others to be misplaced; they could use a new home," the queen answered.

         “Still, there’s so much work to be done,” Raven frowned, feeling hopeless.

         “Raven,” Queen Hippolyta placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.  “You will not be alone.  We will help you rebuild.”

         “What about Themyscira?”

         “Diana can handle things while I’m away.  We will stay and rebuild no matter how long it takes.”

         That was a year ago.  Now, at 22, Raven had become the ruler of New Azarath.  People from all walks of life populated the new region.  The women once held hostage by Slaede made up her counsel, so she wasn’t ruling alone.  Raven had also taken on the responsibility of raising two sets of twins whose mothers had been murdered by Slaede.  They lived with her in a recently constructed temple, on a hill.  At the bottom of the hill, there was a huge memorial with the names of all the Azarathians whose lives were lost.  It was a huge project, but one of the Azarathian woman had the power to see the history behind any object she touched.  Raven spent many hours staring at the names, tracing her mother’s and Azar’s name with her fingers.

         Raven sighed, backing away from the shiny, pearl memorial with her mother’s name and began the long trek to her temple/house. She had changed.   Her first night in New Azarath, Raven had chopped off her hair.  It had since grown.  She thought about cutting it again, but the length reminded her of her mother, so she left it alone.  Her hair was no longer decorated with heavy, gaudy jewelry.  Gone was the skimpy attire Slaede used to parade her in, showing her off.  Now, she wore white and beige, lightweight tunics with a slit going up to her thigh, sometimes accompanied with a himation.  Raven no longer wore ornate jewelry, and she no longer outlined her eyes in kohl and painted her lips red.  She looked like a simple Azarathian female, almost blending in with Azarath.  However, people recognized her wherever she went.  There weren’t too many Azarathians with violet eyes.  Thankfully, people didn’t bother her.   They simply acknowledged her existence. 

Raven became the sought-after figure for the children who were once held hostage, and their mothers often had to shoo them away.  Raven had also taken Maya and Xenevra under her wings and was instructing them magic herself.  

         “Your Majesty!  Your Majesty!”  Raven looked up to see a messenger galloping on a horse towards her with Aelfred in tow.

         “You can call me Raven,” Raven said for the thousandth time.

         “Riders on the horizon,” he gasped.

         “What!” Raven’s eyes widened in horror.  Raven quickly mounted Aelfred and followed the messenger to the entrance of the city where a crowd had gathered.  They were pointing at what looked like an approaching army.  Raven could feel the fear and tension in the air.

         “Raven!” someone called her name.  She turned to see Maya, followed by Xenevra, running to her.  “What’s going on?” Maya asked with fear in her eyes.

         “I don’t know,” Raven said, “but I’m going to find out.”

         Finding a quiet place away from the crowd, Raven sat on the ground and looked up at the two girls who had followed her.  “Protect my body,” she said.  The girls nodded.  Raven closed her eyes and began a spell she had just learned a month ago.  She felt her soul gently slip from her body.  Once it had completely disconnected, Raven willed it towards the incoming army.  Her soul flew at a speed Raven couldn’t fathom.  Within seconds, her soul had reached the army.  Relief flooded her as she recognized the lead rider.  She called her soul back and exclaimed breathlessly, “It’s Damyan!”  She looked up at Maya and Xenevra with new life in her eyes.  The two girls relaxed.  ��We need to let everyone know we are about to have guests!” Raven said, jumping to her feet.  They had a feast to prepare.

         Raven stood at the city’s entrance as Damyan approached.  It had taken about 8 hours, and the sun was beginning its descent, but he was finally here.  The Azarathians had prepared food and lodging.  Raven used magic to rapidly grow crops so the many horses would have hay.  (She never liked using her magic to interrupt nature, but this was a special occasion.)

         Her heart raced in her chest as Damyan dismounted.  Damyan marched up to her with a stern look on his face and a twinkle in his eye.  He stopped a foot away from her.  “Damyan,” Raven said his name as she stared up at him.  His lip twitched, and the next thing she knew, he was pulling her into a deep, heated kiss.  Raven grasped at his cape and armor as Damyan opened his mouth wider, inviting Raven in – an invitation she immediately accepted.  His gloved hands traced the curves of her body, and Raven moaned into his mouth.  It took a moment before Raven remembered they were not alone.  She quickly broke the kiss.  Breathlessly, she looked up at Damyan who was smirking down at her.  "If I had known I would be greeted like that, I would have gotten here sooner," he beamed.  Raven blushed before welcoming the men and leading them into the city.

         The night was festive.  Raven watched sat by Damyan, watching as the children danced around a blazing fire while music played.  She was mindlessly humming to the music when Damyan leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Can we go somewhere…quiet?”

         Raven nodded with a blush.  “Yeah, come with me.”

         They walked a while before Raven led him to a familiar pasture - a pasture familiar to her.  Damyan looked around at the bright, red flowers.  “What are these?” he asked.

         “Fire cosmos flowers,” Raven answered, bending down to caress one of the petals, “they can survive in the harshest environment with little to no water.” 

         “Just like you,” Damyan gently removed a strand of hair from her face.

         “What do you mean?” Raven asked.

         “You were trapped in a harsh environment, yet, you survived.”

         “Right,” Raven scoffed, “I hurt a lot of innocent people to ensure my survival, though.”

         “You didn’t hurt anyone, Raven,” Damyan said.  “You were being held prisoner by a tyrant king.  You may have interpreted your visions, but he and the soldiers who followed him were the ones who did the slaughtering.  Not you.  Now, I’ve done terrible things under the guise of peace,” Damyan admitted.  “That’s where I’ve been this entire time – trying to right my wrongs.”

         “We were at war,” Raven said, placing a hand on his cheek.  “You were at war.”

         “It still doesn’t erase the guilt.”  The two stared at each other in silence.

         “So,” Raven eventually spoke, “have you spoken to Jhon?”

         “Rode through the city a couple of days ago.  He is loving his role as prince of New Polis,” Damyan answered referring to the city that was once Slaede’s capital.  “Things have calmed down immensely.  We, my men and I, have been wandering for a long time – fixing wrongs…but…I didn’t come here to rehash the past,” he gazed at her.  “I’m here to talk about the future, our future.”

         “Our future?” Raven questioned.

         “I want to stay here with you, if you’ll have me,” Damyan spoke honestly.

         “But…you and your clan, you’re nomads.”

         “We used to be, but…Azarath is thriving right now.  What happens when another tyrant rises up and decides Azarath needs razing again.”

         “I know,” Raven frowned, “I constantly worry; but what can I do?”

         “Allow me and my men to be your protection.”

         “Protection?  Is that why you came, to be Azarath’s…protection?”

         “No,” Damyan answered, “I came to marry you.”

         “Wait?” Raven paused.  “You want to marry me?”

         “I’ve thought about it.  You love New Azarath, you’re dedicated to her citizens.  I could never pull you away from here.  Simultaneously, I want to be with you.”

         “Damyan,” Raven breathed as he cupped her face in his hands, “the women, my counsel, they’re weary of new men.  If I have armed strangers walking the streets – “

         “They’ll camp outside of the city.  Miles and miles away if need be.”

         “Damyan…”

         “If I must abdicate, I will.  I…I just want to be with you.  This year without you has been torturous.  I can’t…I can’t go another year without you,” he breathed.  “I can’t,” he said, bringing her into a heated kiss.  Damyan really hoped he communicated everything he was feeling through the kiss.  Raven responded in kind.  “I keep remembering how carefree you looked the night before I left,” he said between kisses.  “I never got to know that woman,” he kissed her again, “but I would really like to know her, if you’ll have me.”

         “Yes,” Raven pulled herself closer to him, “yes.  You don’t have to abdicate anything.  New Azarath really could use the protection.  Okay?”

         “Okay,” Damyan smiled.

         “I love you,” Raven said.  “I need you to know that.”

         “I love you, too,” Damyan admitted.

         “Please don’t leave me again,” Raven begged.

         “I won’t,” Damyan said before taking her lower lip into his mouth.  “I’ll never leave you again.”  Raven moaned into Damyan’s mouth as he slowly lowered them to the ground.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lost herself in the feel of him.  Relaxing as Damyan linked their fingers before bringing their joined hands above her head.

         “Thank you for rescuing me,” Raven breathed.

         “You rescued me first,” Damyan replied before kissing his way down her body.  Raven hummed in agreement as she felt Damyan’s hand’s on her skin.  This was the start to a beautiful life = a life she intended to lead to the fullest.

[el-delphi]

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Hey, we’re having painful mutual pining for dinner, want some?

Lord jesus this was a whopper of a concept to figure out 😅 it evolved quite a bit from my first initial notes but I’m really happy with it

[damiraeart]

he is a gentleman✨️

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[nosyrobin]

“Fair Amusement”

Damian Wayne x Roth! Male reader

Summary: The small Roth spending time with the small Wayne, the two boys start to have fun until Damian gets annoyed at seeing a boy acting a little too “friendly” with the raven he finds beautiful.

Note || Y/N is the little brother of Raven, hero name is Corvus. The Latin name for Raven.

“Roth..” Damian says looking at the boy in-front of him walking ahead with excitement. “Huh? Sorry Damian what were you saying?” Y/N says looking at Damian who kept his signature frown on his face. “Why must you be so excited for such…amusement..” he says, Y/N pouted.

“Damian..I’m excited because I’m spending this amusement with you! Plus I never really had fun in a fair.. or is this an amusement park? I never knew the difference.” Y/n admitted with with an awkward chuckle. Damian looked away from the boy, he felt his face getting heated as he gritted his teeth together. “Aye! Niños, don’t go too far okay?” Jaime yells as he sees the two boys being slight further from the rest. Garfield was already loose from the team. Probably doing something reckless or gaining mad tickets.

“On it! Cmon Damian, I heard there’s a game where you can shoot these fake ducks and win a big stuff animal!” Y/N says excitedly, Damian only kept his facial expression. Trying not to show too much emotion but his eyes showed curiosity. Y/N started to get distracted by things like cotton candy and music. Damian knew the boy wants to try the shooting game, so he made you focus on your so called “journey.”

Finally making to the stand, the bright light and colors made your eyes shine with joy. Damian looked at you, time felt slow when you turned to look at him. Was this what those main characters felt when those cheesy romance movies did the slo mo? Yeah this is how he feels. You point to a big penguin. “Look! Look! They got a big stuffed animal like I said!” Damian crosses his arms loosely, “I see Roth.” You immediately nod with excitement grabbing the shotgun that was plastered. You handed the man the money and got to business.

Or at least tried to get into businesses. You seemed to have trouble holding the shotgun, the man behind the counter showed annoyance. Damian gave the man hard glare to “fix” the man’s attitude which worked. The poor small Raven must have attracted attention as a boy that seemed to be your and Damian’s age walked in and started to guide you.

Damian narrows his eyes at the boy beside you who was showing you how to shoot. He didn’t like how the boy was looking at you, Damian crossed his arms. He couldn’t help but glare, but when the boy whispered something in your ear and you chuckled. He had enough, he pushed the boy aside and got behind you. His arms and hands already making sure you were positioned to shoot the ducks. Your eyes widen seeing his eyes trained in front while being behind you. Too close behind you.

“Y/N, focus on the ducks. Shoot.” And you did. You listen to his words perfectly which made him smirk. He backed away when you won the penguin. But what he also did next was pettiness as he also went and did a try at the game. Shooting perfectly without a struggle, getting you another big penguin. Your eyes were wide in admiration, meanwhile Damian glanced at the boy who seemed to scoff and walk off. Damian walked off smugly, wrapping an arm around the boy who seemed so happy hugging the two big penguins!

“Best night ever!” You yelled as you came back into the car with the team. Garfield was already sleep with Jaime almost being the same. Kory was in the driver seat with your sister in the passenger. Raven smiled seeing her little brother happy with two penguins. “Little crow, where do you get them?” She asked softly.

“I got one for myself with the help of Damian. But Damian got me another one.” You say with a soft smile. You then lean against Damian who stiffened at the sudden action. But he soon relaxed with a smile that was covered with his hand. He looked out the window, staring at the boy’s reflection.

“That was nice of you Damian. Thank you.” Raven says. Damian only hummed, still looking at the reflection of the Roth male who seemed happy. And that made Damian happy as well.

[ravenfan1242]

It's literally them!

[shakespeareallanpoe]

This is Literally Damirae

Legit the world is ending and they've both suffered too much for any teenager to ever have to go through but hey, if this timeline is going to be erased, might as well kiss the cute girl/guy you've been crushing on for two years and just so happen to be sitting next to.

[meipastelart]

🖤💜Damirae💜🖤

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[post4story]

[ghurab-alzilal]

Red flags

Raven: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Damian, he's perfect.

Damian: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon.

Jaime, raising a eyebrow : Really? Only that?

Damian: Well, there's also the fact that I'm always right. It's my best and most annoying trait.

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[damiansrobin]

Posting this to keep that weirdo anti damirae post from showing up first thing 🙄

[andthendk]

Damirae Week 2023 (Day 3): Book/Movie Inspired AU --DUNE--

Watching Dune at theatres was an absolute experience I would trade for nothing, so I took some of my favorite scenes for Day 3 🤩 Highly recommend "Quicksilver & Blue" by ViLaVi on AO3 for a fictional take on a damirae-dune AU

[darthvashtique93]

Sketch

The light was just right. Damian leaned back into a comfortable position on the chair. Settling the sketchbook on his lap, he began to sketch. He started with his H pencil and began his outline. After the initial sketch, he started in on the finer details. He started with the curve of her jaw, the bottom of her heart-shaped face. It was narrow, but not narrow to a point. He dragged his finger over the graphite lines in a gentle caress, giving the jaw a small shadow. Damian smiled as the memory of his lips dragging across her jaw played on repeat.

Next, he drew her eyes. They were closed now as she slept soundly. After all, Damian thought with a smirk, she did have a late night. He couldn't wait for her eyes to open. When they were opened, they were the most expressive part of her body. They were literally the windows to her soul. Those violet irises always told Damian her exact mood. Last night, for instance, the heat behind them nearly burned Damian to a crisp.

He moved onto her nose. Cute, perfect, and straight. It had never been broken. Damian wished he could say the same about his nose. He'd broken it several times throughout his 18 years. Damian was just happy he had a girlfriend blessed with healing powers. His nose was perfectly straight, and it was all thanks to her.

Lips. More specifically, her lips. He spent longer than needed on her lips, only because he loved drawing her lips. He'd spent so much time caressing and exploring them; he could draw them by heart. He caressed the drawing of her lips as his heart raced.

Moving on to her body, Damian drew a smooth line for the slope of her neck to her shoulder. He drew one arm resting gracefully on her hip. The other arm held the blanket, covering her perfect breasts. Damian chuckled as he remembered the first time he drew a naked Raven. She'd blushed and demanded he burn the drawing. Damian didn't mind throwing the drawing away. He had a great memory and didn't need a picture of her body. Doesn't mean he didn't like to draw it, but he'd promised no more naked photos. That's why he drew a sheet that covered her privates.

He spent some time on her hair, making sure to draw each strand perfectly. Her hair draped gracefully over her shoulders, and he drew a couple of strands falling in front of her face. The shading was hard. Raven's hair had felt like silk to the touch. Damian didn't know how to show the softness of her hair, but he did pretty well.

Holding his drawing away from his face, he frowned as he searched it for any imperfections. None. It was perfect. Almost as perfect as she is.

A moan from his bed caught his attention. He looked up in time to see Raven's large eyes flutter open. It took a moment for her brain to register where she was. She seemed startled and lost until her eyes fell on Damian. "Damian," she sighed softly, sitting up in bed. Holding her sheet to her chest, she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes with one hand. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Damian's eyes fell to the hand clutching the sheet to her body. He gave her an endearing look. It always took a lot of coaxing on his part before Raven relaxed enough to show her body, but it was only in the daytime. At night, when the lights were off, she had no problem being naked. Damian smirked. Lucky for him, he could see pretty well in the dark.

Falling to his knees, he knelt by the side of bed, eye-level with Raven. "Good morning," he spoke softly, before leaning forward, capturing her tempting lips in a searing kiss. Pulling his fingers through her messy bed hair, Damian stood before gently rolling her onto her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she willingly opened her mouth to him. Damian groaned as Raven touched his tongue with hers.

Damian slowly pulled away and stared down at her lovingly. Dragging his body slightly lower, he placed a searing kiss on her breastbone. Raven sharply inhaled. Instead of continuing downward, he dragged his lips upward. He kissed the tops of each breast before moving his lips to her throat. Raven tilted her head back to give him easier access. From her throat, he kissed up to her chin. Raven released a soft squeal when Damian gently bit her chin. He chuckled as Raven playfully hit his shoulder.

Kissing around her mouth, he placed a kiss on each squishy cheek before pecking the tip of her nose. She chuckled softly when he placed a kiss on each eye lid. He then turned his attention to her lips, darting his tongue out to moisten his own. He kissed her top lip, and then took her bottom lip in his teeth. She moaned and arched into him as he sucked on her lower lip before kissing her with an open mouth, while his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. "Damian," she pressed her breasts against his chest as their legs tangled with each other.

It wasn't long before they both needed air, though Damian would have loved to kiss her non-stop. Gently caressing her lips, he slowly pulled away. Raven looked up at him, lips parted, breathing heavily. "Good morning," she breathed out heavily.

"Good morning," he kissed her one more time before rolling off of her. "I'm going to take a shower," he stood. Turning back to her, tracing her lips with his thumb, he asked, "Join me?" He held a hand out to her.

"Of course," she replied, her pupils growing larger as her eyes seemed to darken. Releasing the sheet, Raven allowed Damian to lead her to the shower, where they stayed until the water turned cold.

Sweather Weather - Chapter 1 - Vashti93 - Teen Titans (Animated Series) [Archive of Our Own]

[demonbirds-love]

Have some gorgeous fall Damirae by @chaosticbirds

[damiraeart]

Shh they're reading! 🤫💜💚

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[nosyrobin]

Damian cups the cheeks of reader who is the little brother of Raven. “Corvus, I demand you to stop being adorable.” He says looking into the purplish eyes of the boy in front of him. “Uhhhh..I can try?” Reader say as he closes his eyes, puffing his cheeks trying to make an ugly face. Only for it to fail as Damian feels his cheeks heating up. “Damnit!” Damian exclaims, hugging the poor small boy who just looks confused at his sister who just smirks.

[ravenfan1242]

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