#demonbirds au

[demonbirds-au]

DemonBirds Au (pt.4)

Damian Wayne

Presently, Damian is the only of one of the batbros to not have made the deal. He is far too sure in himself to even consider getting the supernatural abillities, seing it as a mere cheat for weaklings

That mindset didn't change even after finding out his brothers had taken the deals—though he doesn't think too badly of them

Like all the Robins before him, he was unquestionablly devoted and loyal to both Bruce and Batman

Though he holds no romantic intentions for his father, he loves Bruce unconditionally and would destroy the world for the man

Gotham had approached him several times;

The first few, he had sneered and laugh, thinking the offer absurd. Not for the supernatural aspects—he of all people knows there exists things beyond the mortal plain—but rather that he would need it. The Son of the Bat was strong

About the 5th time, he had actually considered the offer, though ultimately rejected it.

It was right after his father had been found from being lost in time. While many had given up hope, his brothers were so sure of the man's survival—that Bruce was there. None of the three lost hope, doing their best to find the man

To say Damian was envious would be an understatement.

He was jealous of the bond they all shared, one he could never hope to achieve. Of how they all were so sure of Bruce's love for them, never worried about where they would stand. An adoration that was something out of a dark fairytale

(He's not aware of their insecurities, however few they were)

But after a few decades, his father hair now all grey and retired had Damian taken the deal

By then, he was stronger and better—but so were the Bat's enemies. Plus, while Bruce could definitely put up a fight, he was no longer the relentless and powerful fighter he once was.

Gotham, appearance never once changing appeared after one dark night. A sudden ambush led to many being injured, including Bruce. Thankfully, nothing too dangerous, but still required bedrest.

He had relinquish his self for Bruce; a knight forever bound to Bruce side—to protect and cherish his king, his father, for as long as the man was here, as long as he was allowed to

Damian's demon form is draconic. Leathery wings, a tough scaled tail and two thick horns.

His mark is on Bruce's palm; a deformed dragon possesively curled around a cracked heart.

[xaphrin]

“Do you remember when you last slept?”

The question speared through the silence of the room, slicing through the usual calm that slipped between them. Damian's tone was pointed, as if he was trying to gauge her response before determining how angry he should be. 

“No.” Raven sighed and ran her hand through her hair, scowling at the grease that slipped through her fingers. She couldn’t remember the last time she had showered, let alone slept. “Wait. Maybe. Three nights ago?”

Taking a sip of her now-cold coffee with a double shot of espresso, she fell into her usual chair in Damian’s library, tilting her head back to stare at the fresco on the ceiling. In the warm light, fat, happy cherubs smiled down at her, unconcerned of the exhaustion coursing through her veins.

“Raven.” Damian’s voice sounded like a sultry reprimand and a promise of deep sleep all at once, teetering on the edge of being understanding and wanting to spank her. Raven forced back a laugh at that thought. The spanking probably wouldn’t punish her in the way he was hoping.  

He sighed and leveled a hard stare at her from his spot behind his massive desk, pushing his laptop to the side. “You need to rest.” 

“No.” She pulled her head upright and glared at him. He knew exactly why she was running herself ragged. “I need to solve-”

“Raven.” Damian let go of a low, echoing growl - a warning that his patience was thin. “You need to sleep. You can’t keep running yourself ragged, chasing leads that don’t go anywhere.”

“Your reputation is on the line.” She was trying to impress how important this was, but he wasn’t understanding it. 

The air in the room suddenly changed, and Damian stood up and walked over to where she sat. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her. “You think I care about my reputation, Raven? You think that matters to me?”

“Damian.” She leveled an incredulous stare at him. “Some part of Wayne industries is implicated in whatever this illegal smuggling is. I’m trying to keep you from being implicated too.”

“I will survive this. My reputation is always on the line. It’s on the line when I wear the wrong colored suit to a summer function. It’s on the line when I make a business decision without learning all the facts. It’s part of being who I am, and I’m used to it.” He dropped down to his knees in front of her, resting a hand on her lap. “You, however, will start hallucinating in another few hours.” Damian slid his hand up to her shoulder, pushing her blazer off of her. “Now, since you went to all that trouble to sneak into my house, let's get you undressed and in bed.”

“I…” Raven felt Damian’s warm hand slide up her neck, his thumb sliding into a tense muscle and rubbing a knot free. A soft sigh escaped from between her lips and she leaned into the touch. Maybe giving in wouldn’t be so bad… “A bath. I need a bath.” 

Damian sighed and slipped his arms under her, lifting her up from the chair and pulling her close to his chest. Raven frowned at him. “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs to be babied. I’m a detective, with a gun, I might add.” 

“Humor me.” He huffed in her ear. “You can shoot at me later.” 

He walked her through the quiet dark of Wayne Manor, taking her through the master bedroom to the en suite bathroom. He set her down on the cold, marble tiles and turned on the taps to the bath, filling the room with warm, luxurious steam that smelled faintly of lavender and chamomile. It felt divine, and she hadn’t even touched the water yet. While the bath was filling, Damian stripped her of her clothes, and set her in the frothing water. She sunk deep into the bathtub, letting the bubbles tickle up around her shoulders and neck. 

“How does that feel?” Damian settled behind her outside of the tub, rolling his sleeves back. 

“Better.” She shivered and Damian began to massage shampoo into her hair, his touch lulling her into a space outside of sleep, but still not in the waking world. “I want this to end, Damian… because the sooner it does, then the sooner I feel like maybe I can be… with you. In public. As more than just a detective working on your case.” The admission made her flush, and she opened her eyes to see Damian staring down at her, his face unreadable. 

“Raven, I want that.” He slid his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. “But not if your health comes as an expense. I will wait for this investigation to be completed, and having you run yourself ragged isn’t going to make that happen any sooner.” He rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and tipped her head back to look into her eyes. “So, rest.”

‘You know, that’s rich coming from a man who wanders around Gotham in a bat suit all night.” 

He rolled his eyes but didn’t respond to her dig at him. Instead he let the silence settle over them both, the soft washcloth sliding up and down her skin, lulling her into a state of relaxation. Forcing her eyes open, she stared up at Damian and reached out to grab his arm. “I think… I should get out. And go sleep.” 

A teasing, I-told-you-so smile pulled at his lips, and he kissed her forehead. “Yeah. I think you’re right.” He drained the water and wrapped her in an oversized, fluffy towel drying her off. Damian brought her back to his room, dressing her in one of his undershirts and then tucked her into his bed, pulling the covers up over her. “I’ll let Captain Grayson know that you probably won’t be in tomorrow.”

Her eyes felt heavy and every muscle in her body was fighting to give into that sweet seduction of sleep. Raven shivered and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her. “You’ll stay… won’t you?” She wasn’t sure why she felt like she needed him to stay, but the only thing she really knew was that she needed him here with her. She needed to know he was close. 

“Yeah.” Damian lowered himself down next to her, wrapping his arms tight around her chest. “Until you wake up, beloved.” He adjusted to get comfortable, drawing her back into his arms as he kissed her shoulders. “Now, for the love of God, go to sleep.”

Raven was trying to think of a swift, sharp response, but she was already too far gone. Tonight, she’d let him have the last word.

[eleanore-delphinium]

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.

[marionluth]

Haven't done any dialogues in a while but I thought I'd post a snippet of my WIP flufftober fic. I feel a little silly posting this considering how small of a following I have, but hopefully some of you will like it and it just might make your lips twitch a bit. Can you guess who the new face is? 🤩

Damian didn't bother to hide the smile at the sound of Richard’s voice. Just like he didn’t stop Dick from pulling him into a tight hug or didn't reprimand him for calling him Dami. When his oldest brother tried to noogie him though, Damian immediately escaped the hold and landed a hearty punch on his shoulder. He had to draw the line somewhere.

Damian smirked at the pained utterance that escaped Richard. “Missed me, Grayson?”

“Of course I missed you, you little piece of Damian,” Grayson responded with a smirk. “It’s been more than a month.”

“And to think I’d actually pay for more than a month of not seeing him,” Jason’s voice rang in the room.

“You kidding? I’d pay for a single week,” Tim added, stepping in right behind Jason, and Damian rolled his eyes. Tim then threw Damian’s duffel bag on the floor, making sure it landed on his foot. “Next time carry your own bag, jerk!”

“But that’s a peasant’s job, Drake,” Damian said dryly. He considered informing them he’d gladly kill both of them so that they never had to see him again, period, but he knew Grayson wouldn’t approve. Nor would Father. Tt.

“No casualties on the road? I’m impressed.” Dick’s grin widened and he glanced at each of his brothers with that annoyingly fond expression that drove both Todd and Damian crazy.

“No casualties yet. We still have to drive back,” Todd pointed out, as he headed to the fridge. “I think I look forward to the little shit’s learner’s permit more than he does. Chauffeuring his ass around is way below my pay grade.”

“Kindly fuck yourself, Todd,” Damian snapped. “And don’t you all think it’s high time you quit the little shit jokes. I’m not ten anymore.”

Tim, who had followed Jason to the fridge, and snatched the last redbull before Todd could even reach for it, turned to shoot Damian a look, raising a single eyebrow.

“Are you still the youngest, D?”

“That is irrel–”

“Then you’re the little shit, little D,” Jason cut him off, a soda in hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, though, Dami. It’s been a hot minute since the last kid Bruce abducted—I mean adopted. I’m sure you’ll have to bid your ‘little shit’ title goodbye sooner rather than later,” Dick added.

Damian turned to glare at him. “Et tu, Brute?”

“Nice Latin there!”

Damian turned to look who the new voice belonged to and found himself staring at a face he hadn’t seen before.

“Gratias tibi ago,” Damian mumbled. He mumbled. He mumbled? Since when did he mumble? Damian sometimes muttered, quite often hissed, snapped and intoned, he occasionally graveled, he predominantly stated and deadpanned, but he never —never— mumbled. And was he just now internally rambling? He never internally rambled. What sorcery was this?

[20dalau00]

🏛️AU - Hércules (Disney)

[dc-and-damirae]

Constantine: you can't be dating Damian you're not allowed

Constantine: I don't want you to date people until you're old enough. People are terrible!

Raven: Okay, when exactly I can date?

Constantine: When I'm dead. Plus 3 days to make sure I'm dead.

Damian: {takes this way too seriously and unsheathes his blade}

Constantine: what the fuck is he doing

Raven : *digging a grave and is planning what to tell the cops* I know it'll be hard for mom(Zatanna) to raise me alone but this is for love.

[djbunnie]

DamiRae AU: Batman The Dark Knight- Blackmailing Batman; Raven being a good wife/temporary CEO.

Rachel Wayne: [talking to Reese while focusing on her work]  What can I do for you, Mr. Reese? 

Reese : You wanted me to do the diligence on the L.S.I. Holdings deal again? Well... I found some irregularities. 

Rachel Wayne: Yes, Mr. Wayne is in police custody. 

Reese : No, not with their numbers. With yours. [Rachel now brings her gaze up to Reese in interest]

Reese : Applied Sciences, a whole division of Wayne Enterprises just... disappeared overnight. I went down to the archive and started pulling some old files. 

[takes out a blueprint of the Tumbler and places it on her desk, Rachel removes her glasses, starting to take the conversation more seriously now] 

Reese : Don't tell me you didn't recognize your baby out there pancaking cop cars on the evening news. Now you got the entire R&D department burning through cash claiming it's related to, uh, cell phones for the army? What are you building for him now? A rocket ship? 

[Rachel Wayne says nothing and continues to stare at Reese with some amusement] 

Reese : I want ten-million dollars... a year... for the rest of my life.

Rachel Wayne: [she leans forward and coolly says]  Now, let me get this straight. You think my husband, one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the world is secretly a vigilante who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp... and your plan is to blackmail this person? 

[At this point Reese's self-assertiveness is gone and is left totally speechless. Rachel smiles] 

Rachel Wayne: Good luck. 

Reese : [beat, embarrassed, gesturing to the Tumbler blueprint he mutters]  Keep that...

[redstreetsahead]

Damirae Gods AU Day 4 Damirae Week

The God of War smiled, “Beautiful.” He answered, “Death is beautiful.”

The soldier died hopeful, content.

“You flatter me,” A voice behind him announced. 

His eyes closed, relishing the sound. It had been too long since he heard her voice, since he felt her presence beside him. It soothed an ache deep within his bones, as it was only her that ever made him feel whole.

“It’s true,” He murmured softly, “The Goddess of Death is the most beautiful creature in existence.”

OR

The Goddess of Death meets the God of War at a battlefield

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Most soldiers didn’t deserve his respect. Sure, they threw parades in his honor, decorated his altar with the most coveted treasures in the continent, murmured his name before marching into every battle. 

But most of them were petty excuses for warriors. They prayed for victory, but lacked the courage necessary to achieve it. He was the God of War, of Courage, of Victory, of Strength, yes. But he was also the God of Honor. 

This new world was forgetting that more and more.

In every man laying dead across these fields, had seen courage, strength, violence. But so very few of them lacked honor.

He was changing that.

A pull on his ankle removed him from his musings. His sword jumped to his hand, desperate to the taste the blood of another soldier, but he recognized this man. This soldier had not prayed to him before this battle. While his allies had implored his favor, this man had prayed quietly to the Goddess of Death, his Raven, asking simply for the gift of a peaceful trip to the afterlife for everyone that would fall.

For that itself, Damian could respect this man.

But he had proven himself even further after that. On the battle field he had killed swiftly, skillfully. No unnecessary torture. He took out thirty-two opposing soldiers before he died attempting to save the life of one of his fellow countrymen.

He was a warrior. 

He had honor.

So when the soldier gestured up at him, fear evident behind his crystal eyes, Damian gripped his hand, kneeling down into the mud beside him.

He didn’t relish in this man’s death. But it was necessary. He was building a better world, and the lives of a few good men was a price he was willing to pay.

“What-“ The man coughed, grip loosening around Damian’s. “What is death like?”

The God of War smiled, “Beautiful.” He answered, “Death is beautiful.”

The soldier died hopeful, content.

“You flatter me,” A voice behind him announced. 

His eyes closed, relishing the sound. It had been too long since he heard her voice, since he felt her presence beside him. It soothed an ache deep within his bones, as it was only her that ever made him feel whole.

“It’s true,” He murmured softly, “The Goddess of Death is the most beautiful creature in existence.”

She knelt down beside him, eyes locked on the dead soldier. Her knees dug into the mud, onyx cloak billowing behind her. Her hood shielded her eyes, casting a dark shadow across her.

The legends and myths of the human world mostly cast her as a demon. They claimed she adored ripping apart families, cutting the strings of those that cherished life the most. She was reviled, hated and feared for bestowing them a mercy.

They called her a monster.

They called him a hero.

If only they knew.

Raven reached out a delicate hand, closing the soldier’s frozen eyes with a soft swipe of her fingers.

“He died at peace,” she said simply, thankful.

“He deserved to.”

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing solemnly down at the soldier who had taken his final breath. 

She rose suddenly, moving to walk through the field. He joined her. They fell into step, gazing at the miles of bodies littered across a field that used to be filled with the most beautiful of flowers. 

“Some of them were good men,” She told him.

“Most of them weren’t.”

They reached the edge of a battle: a hill. It was from this hill that the South had sprinted down to clash swords with the North. The North had won the battle, but the South had charged as if victory had been as sure as the sunrise.

She gazed out at the battlefield from atop the hill as he intertwined his hand with hers, “It’s been too long, Beloved.”

Her hood fell back as she looked up at him. He rested his hand on her cheek, lightly caressing her cheekbone with his thumb.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, “It has only been a couple of weeks, Damian.”

“Exactly, he agreed, leaning closer to her, “Much too long.”

His lips pressed to hers as he circled his hands around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt so perfect against him, fitting against him like a layer of skin he never wanted to shed. She moaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands curling around his neck.

He smiled radiantly down at her as they separated, “Oh, how I have missed you”

She pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before casting her eyes back to the field. Melancholy eyes surveyed the site of the ended battle. These men were now hers to care for, souls that now belonged to her domain.

“You caused this war,” she stated. It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation, just a fact. She was right, of course. This war was too big, too bloody. This battle wasn’t even a fraction of the deaths occurring across the globe.

“This world needs to be cleansed.”

She smiled bitterly, “That same phrase has been said by some of the greatest monsters in history.”

He rested his hand on her hip, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. They had this same conversation two weeks ago, when the first battle began. After the clashing of swords ended and the sun dipped below the horizon, she arrived to deliver these souls to the realm after this one.

She’d questioned him on if he knew exactly what he was doing, asked him if when this world burned and a new one arose if it would ever truly feel his mission was completed. 

He had simply kissed her. 

“We’re supposed to be the protectors of this planet,” she continued, “We’re supposed to try and save them.” She had always been an idealist. For the Goddess of Death, she was surprisingly hopeful. Every human deserved a chance to her, even if that chance was only provided in death.

He disagreed. 

He had seen the weakness that had infiltrated the humans. Felt their cruelty, their weakness. Something had to be done.

“I am saving them.” 

She sighed heavily, leaning deeper into his shoulder.

“You’re going to cause a war amongst the gods.”

“I know.”

She stilled for a moment, her next sentence forced from her lips as if she was fearful to voice it, “If I asked you to stop, to give up this mission, would you?”

He turned towards her and saw her gaze still locked on the tragedy painted in blood beneath them. After all these years, she should'v've known his answer to that question. He reached out, fingers lightly clasping around her chin. He turned her head towards him, forcing her eyes to lock with his. She needed to see him, needed to look at him and see the truth in his eyes.

His words came out fervent, passionate, “I would do anything for you, Beloved. Anything. I want to burn this world down in the flames that these humans have been fanning since the dawn of life. I want us to sculpt a new one, a brilliant one, together. But if you don't want this—I will always choose you. Over everything."

“I don’t want this,” she answered, voice sad and strong and sure.

He believed in his mission. Wholeheartedly. But as much as he cared, as much as he wanted to save this planet, he refused to do it without her by his side. He didn’t care how perfect his world became if she wasn’t there to relish in it with him.

He brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “One day, Raven, you will see that I am right.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, But that day is not today.”

He smiled softly, “I can wait.”

[shakespeareallanpoe]

Hearts of the Sea: teaser

Here's a little teaser of something I went to sleep thinking about. I've never posted on tumblr before so idk how I'm going to give you all the full story. Or if anyone will be able to see it. RIP

~Damian’s POV~

  To be explicitly clear, Damian was not happy. Every pirate of the Al Ghul empire could see it on his face as he stormed out from the Al Ghul villa and towards the docks.  And while by no means was this new, the glint in his emerald eyes spoke of a rage parallel only to the sea and as always, they silently kept their distance.

  He was heir to the Demons Head, the most ruthless pirate empire in the world and son of the richest merchant enterprise on land. His father, who practically owned the trading city of Gotham and all the roads that lead to it, had such secret but extensive safety measures for his people that his enemies called him The Bat. Silent, but even in the darkest nights he always found his mark.

  Damian was born and bred to be better. To be the best. He owned both land and sea and trained since birth to be the most ruthless pirate his empire ever had.

  So then why does my family put me down? Leaders naturally rise highest when we step on others, but our people worship me like a god while my family treats me like I’m another assassin. Another member of the league to be put in their place. -tt- I know my place.

  Damian violently boarded a small ship and readied it for sail. The league always kept each boat stocked with enough supplies for a long travel so they could launch an attack at a moment’s notice, so he brought nothing but himself and his sword. Damian would buy clothes and restock when he reached Gotham harbor. He wasn’t sure what he was searching for, but something in the depths of his pained heart told him he wanted, needed, change. A different life. To live and be more than a prince desperate for approval that would never come. To be free and maybe, though he couldn’t feel it yet, to be loved.

…and that night he dreamed of a sea witch with curious purple hair...

[ravenfan1242]

I don't know if I'm the only dork that absolutely adores The Gilded Age, but Taissa Farmiga plays the daughter of a Nouveau riche family in New York whose mother is looking for the most advantageous marriage match she can find for her. She's adorable in this show.

But then it hit me what a cute Damirae au this would make, what is wrong with me!? 🤣 Anyway, now I can't stop thinking about this scenario with Damian and Raven out in the social scene. Damian from old money and Raven from new. Gah!

[demonbirds-au]

I finally finished editing my pinned comment lmao. Anywho I'm thinking about making another fic but am tied between these two.

'A fic where the batfam accidently overwhelms Bruce' or 'a fic where canon universe meets my Au (DemonBirds)'. Both are going to be angsty, and might be multi chapter.

For the first one, it'll be those '5+1' kind of fics. Where the kids (and possibly other people) are unintentionally triggering B's trauma and causing him to become anxious. Since he's, well him, he doesn't show any alarming signs at all—none that are overtly concerning at least; like a slight twitch of his lips, a flinch, etc. He's forcing himself to get it together and to not show any weakness. Eventually, it all boils down to Bruce having a drop/ going utterly numb—which understandably, leads to everyone freaking out. They're used to seeing Bruce mad, angry; hell, even disappointed. But they've never seen him like this. For all his strength and prowess, it's all too easy to forget he was still just a human

Now for the second, I've actually written a small bit of the first chapter. J and D are on patrol when they see an eeriely familiar figure, but when they confront the mystery person, they could tell it wasn't their B. Eventually, after a short fight and some misunderstandings, the 'cosplayer and his demon pet' are brought to the Batcave. Where they are revealed to be Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson—or at least, alternate versions of themselves. Both B's converse and try to figure out how to return them back to their own universe. DemonBirds!Dick however, decides to have an interesting conversations with the alternate batfam

Also, I might genderbent Bruce for this second so I don't getbtoo confused lol—also, we need more female B imo

[xaphrin]

"I've been doing some reading."

"Your hoard is books… I'm certain that's how you spend most of your time." Damian gave a breathy snort. 

Raven gave a one shoulder shrug, unaffected by his response. “There are some texts that talk of new ways to experience pleasure.” Her eyes darkened and she leaned forward towards him, propping herself up on her hands. “I want to try them.” 

Damian felt heat blossom in the pit of his stomach and he fought back the sudden eager feeling. He kept his face blank, making sure none of his emotions betrayed his face. “And what would my role be in these new experiences?”

“I’d like to tie you up and have my way with you.” Her words were simple, her smile was sultry. "Make you beg."

He snorted, but bit back his remark of al Ghul’s don’t beg. He had the unfortunate thought that if anyone did have the ability to make him beg (which he doubted) it would have been Raven. He lifted an eyebrow and continued to stare at her. "And what would be my reward when you lose?"

"When? You’re so certain of my loss?” There was a knowing chuckle in her voice and she waved her hand in the air, dismissive. “If you win, then you can tie me up and do whatever you please with my body." She turned on her stomach and folded her arms under her chin, watching him. "Either way, we both win."

[eleanore-delphinium]

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)

[lothirielswandc]

“Welcome to the multiverse,

A colorful place

With garnet and gold

Warm skin and lace

Come.

Look inside,

Peer through the emerald leaves

The gems have nothing to hide.”

— Etrigan

While we’re waiting for the release of LOVE + FEAR’s sequel, I thought we’d have some fun with some one-shots/mini-series of our favorite pairing! Stay tuned!! c:

[nocturnalchaos]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types, DCAMU - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raven/Damian Wayne, DamiRae - Relationship, John Constantine/Zatanna Zatara, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Raven & Damian Wayne Characters: Robin (DCU), Raven (DCU), Damian Wayne, Rachel Roth, Jonathan Kent, Superboy (DCU), Donna Troy, Wonder Girl (DCU), Jaime Reyes, Blue Beetle (DCU), Garfield Logan, Beast Boy (DCU), Dick Grayson, Nightwing (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Starfire, Jon Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Lucifer (DCU) Additional Tags: Mentions of Sex, 'cheating', Violence, AU Summary:

[AU] They lied, betrayed her trust, so she did the only logical thing she could think of; Raven fled. Where to? Oh, you know, just a little dimension called hell. And she may or may not be in charge...

Damian never understood why his brother or any of his previous teammates refused to talk about the "Fifth Titan"

They fully never expected to see her again, so they erased every trace of her possible. Their expectations had become false when she came to save them and the New Titans from a group of demons.

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I find this fanfic to be very original and still have the characters still acting "in-character". It is a great exploration into a "what if?" universe that centers around the Teen Titans. While, I do have a bit of a gripe about the number of chapters posted and the "eww" factor about the age difference between Damian and Raven. It still does not detract from how well done this concept is done. Plus, this one is worth a quick read by anyone who wants a little bit of bashing on Dick Grayson for being a "lady's man".

Personal Rating: 4.5 of 5

Metaphorical Aftertaste: It's like I just ate a small ginger snap cookie. Sweet and flavorful but with a bite.

Worth Rereading: Definitely

My Gripe: First, it needs more chapters! Second, there is a bit of an "ewww" factor in that Raven is supposed to be near the age of Nightwing/Dick Grayson and still be a love interest for Damian. ... It's better not to think about it and just enjoy the story.

Why Read It: Very original DamiRae fanfiction. While short, with only 3 chapters, it does pack a punch in terms of reading goodness.

[dc-and-damirae]

raven and john fighting

raven: I’m this close to falling in love with Damian.

john constantine: Your fingertips are touching.

raven: that's the fucking point.