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[ellipsesarefun]

Fanfic request! I after reading your other fanfics and I loved them! I was hope if you could the prompt “I think you need a doctor” for damirae. I love your writing keep up the great work

It's donneeeeee it's done it's done it's doneeee omgomgomgomg T_T thank you so much for this request... I tried my best with this oneeee.. Did some worldbuilding and stuff... Have at it with MedStudent!Raven AU!

This is the last request I'm taking. :)

Gonna put this on AO3 too <3 Link is upppp <3

DAMIRAE PROMPT REQUEST 13 "You need a doctor."

It's an early Sunday morning in StarFire's Cafe, with a hint of a sunlit glow that drizzles over the city's horizon and a light traffic that accentuates the silent and vibrant scenery. At this point, many citizens are still in their beds with a peaceful day waiting for them….

...and then there's Raven who's shoving 300+ pages of lecture transcripts into her brain for an 80 point evaluation exam on Respiratory diseases.

Her mobile phone beside the pile of sheets lights up, catching her attention. She releases her pen and taps on the screen to check the message. Raven holds back a groan only for a heavy sigh to come out.

It's not unusual for a client to seek her consult on another case involving dark magic right when she has a pile of tasks stacked up for the week.

She highlights some lines and scratches some notes with increasing fervor until the end of the page. The door bell chimes, and she finds a familiar green face waving at her. Raven pauses to raise an eyebrow in recognition, taking a sip of a still chilly Matcha frappe, before she resumes scribbling her last few sentences. Her morning companion, Garfield, busies himself behind the counter, only visiting her table to place a plate of bacon egg sandwich.

"Thanks Gar." She says as she stops her scribbling to take a bite. He shoots her a grin. For someone who just finished a 3-month mission, Garfield manages to appear like he never once had a bruise in his life. His dark eyebags say otherwise.

Raven knows the Night Shift has ended when he's around. Cyborg and Starfire are usually the ones who take care of their night customers. Demons, sorcerers, and other supernatural heroes (and antiheroes) from this realm and other realms frequent this café for business dealings rather than pleasure. She may have seen Zatanna with Doctor Fate and Batman once when she and the other Titans met for another recon mission, but that's a rarity. Night Shift has a magic protocol she herself created (protection spells, invisibility spells, offensive spells, and the like) in order to produce a neutral environment for the purpose of any legal (and allegedly illegal) dealings.

Day Shifts, starting now as the first few customers enter the shop, are for humans.

"Did you check your phone?" Garfield asks while he returns to the table behind the counter, preparing for the day.

"Already did." She replies right before her cellphone receives another message.

"Check again!" He says, chuckling at her gruntled dismay.

Raven touches the phone screen, checking that the message she received was from Damian Wayne, asking (more like demanding) “her assistance over certain perilous matters of the darkest magics.” She ignores the thrill (and a boost to her ego) at the sight of Damian Wayne (who seems to have an annoying glaring problem with her) seeking for her consult. He has a lot of connections (from both villains and heroes) and could have gone for anyone else like Zatanna or Zach through Batman. The Zatara cousins are notoriously famous in all magic communities. Any realms she travels or leisures into and she hears stories of them and not any of them are the same.

Still, as flattered as she is at his gesture no matter how it was only for business and not pleasure, she ignores his message. Her exam isn’t going anywhere soon and Raven does not want to delve into her own complicated feelings with her own soulmate as of the moment. Her emotions, like energy work, take time and effort to untangle themselves. Her heritage and her practice amplify them and while she has more grip with her own empathic abilities, mishaps are unavoidable.

And she doesn’t want to deal with them right now. She’s taken precautions to protect her energy and keep a balanced energy field around her and fortunately for her, humans rarely venture to this coffee shop on Sunday mornings so few customers are around as of the moment.

Unfortunately, today has other plans for her when she catches Damian’s energy at cafe’s alleyway.

Immediately, Raven hovers her hands as subtle as she can over the table and closes her eyes. She targets the surge of energy, and determines that he is alive but feels the dark energy lingering in his wounds. She takes a deep breath and exhales, visualizing an invisible barrier to keep non-Titans and villains away.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos." Once the spell activates, she quickly shoves her stuff into her back and shoots up from her seat, leaving the unfinished beverage she ordered. It's not unusual for students to come and go so she slips past the now crowded line without notice. By the time she exits out of the cafe, her glamour spell has already been on and she's now in her hero uniform.

Raven makes a turn for the alleyway. She doesn't even have to look elsewhere to find his body, not in this cramped space and the ghastly smell of the garbage containers. On instinct, she casts an air freshener spell, flooding the alleyway with a mild floral scent.

Raven pauses as she catches the sight of his body. He's lying supine among the black trash bags, dark magic oozing from his extremities and at the right hypogastric area of his abdomen. It appeared as if someone just dumped him there.

Or... no. It wasn't that someone dropped him from a high area but more so that someone shot him with dark magic and Robin, being Robin, evaded the perpetrator as best as he could and dumped himself into the nearest area that's securely warded by her magic.

"Hello there, fellow citizen." Raven greets him with the usual flat look but she's aware that he sees the amused gleam shining through her lavender eyes.

"Hello." He says through ragged breaths but she hears, "Where the fuck have you been?" from the tone of his voice.

"That looks broken. You need a doctor." She says and it earns a grunt from the boy wonder himself. The silent judgment is already heavy with tension so she eases her energy field in, and focuses her attention on his wounds instead. She kneels by his side and hovers her hands over his body, palms and fingers glowing in deep lavender.

So far nothing damaging along his chest and upper abdominal area. She doesn’t sense any fractures along the trunk, extremities, and spinal area. Only open wounds are the ones brimming with dark magic. But wait-

Shit.

The dark magic is gradually eating through his flesh. So far the upper extremities and the abdomen have superficial damage but it can’t be said for the one on his right shank. Raven keeps her glowing hand hovered on the flesh.

They’re past dermis the now, she notes, but it’s only scratched the surface of the muscle tissue. She calculates that she still has enough time but at the unknowable rate of which the magic is eating at him, it would have been a lot more fatal by the next hour.

It’s now or never, she supposes. She isn’t familiar with the source of the magic but nevertheless, it can be transmuted.

The sorceress keeps her magic glow throughout his body and stands in front of him. She closes her eyes with her palms towards the sky and takes a deep breath, drawing out her mystic power from within, in preparation. She mutters a warding spell and a glowing purple bubble encapsulates the two, containing the unknown magic within.

Raven lifts her arms to the sky and her sigil appears right where they’re situated, glowing brighter than it usually does.

"By the power of Azarath, I seek your guidance. Grant me the strength and the courage to undo the sorcery done on this poor, wretched soul." She whispers. As if to answer her prayer, she feels the power within her brighten ten-fold, engulfing her and Damian in this majestic, blinding white light...

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."

..until suddenly, there is nothing but the light.

...

Everything returns to its normal state of equilibrium. Raven completes the ritual and the ward and sigil all dissipate, leaving her with Robin absent of any dark magic. Still, she crouches down again and lifts her glowing white hands towards him, checking for his vitals.

So far, blood pressure, heart rate, and respiratory rate all have normal measurements. There is absence of any contusions, lacerations, abrasions, penetrating wounds, or any other type of wound. The ones done by the dark magic are fully healed and there are no lingering scars.

She, however, feels the fatigue. Whether it's coming from him or her, she can't tell at this point. That was a powerful spell and Raven is going to need all the mental and emotional strength for tomorrow's exam. She reminds herself to sign a leave of absence for a month because ward work is coming for her right after that exam and she needs to amp up her energy shields.

Raven watches his face in the soft incandescence of her lingering magic and.. as much as she feels endeared by him right now, she lets herself feel the annoyance at the emergency call on a Sunday morning.

By Azarath, do they need more sorcerers. This fuckery has to stop.

She is definitely changing numbers.

[worldofcopperwings]

Yuri, you should look where you’re going and not gawk at Otabek, silly!

Happy Holidays! Thanks to everyone who has followed, reblogged, liked and commented on my art / writing. It’s been such an amazing year! See you next level!

Special thanks to @thoughtsappear, @claminosity, @tootsonnewts, @forward-pass, @magical-mistral, @neveraines, @ashiiblack, @theinsanefox, @phaytesworld, @lecheesie, @daysinrussiavictuuri, @ellipsesarefun, @kymbawee, @blownwish-blog, @yxoorionice, @eclair, @emotabek, @gwen-chan, @fyvkthisshyet and everyone else who I’ve crossed paths with this year and forgot to add to this list. Let’s make next year even better!

[pllsetskyonice]

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 people

tagged by @eclair  💕

# following: 1.9k although I swear I only ever see like 20 people on my dashboard I really need to have a sort through 

# of followers: 904  average hours of sleep: 8-9

lucky number: idk, don’t really have one but 13 has always been my family’s lucky number

instruments: violin but I haven’t played for about 18 months now what are you wearing: leggings, t-shirt and a hoodie

dream job: I want to write professionally so ideally an author or journalist or something

dream trip: there are so many places I want to go how can I just choose one? I guess if I really had to choose I’d say Japan though

birthday: 4th January

height: 5′ 6″

gender/pronouns: she/her

other blogs: exposure time @dnlndphl and @rmnmjn

nicknames: Ginge

star sign: Capricorn

time: 18:45

favorite bands: BTS, Tonight Alive, All Time Low

favorite artist: Armin van Buuren, dodie, Hardwell

favorite tumblr artist: oh god idk there’s so many and I know I won’t be able to name them all right now so just know that I love you all so much 💕

song stuck in your head: Likey by TWICE

last movie you watched: Burning Blue

last show you watched: Friends

why did you make your blog: because I was intrigued what this tumblr thing was and wanted to have a go myself

what do you post: on this blog, mostly Yuri On Ice and other animes

last thing you googled: paddington 2 

ao3: hma1313

do you ever get asks: once in a while

how did you get the idea for your url: it’s just plisetskyonice but with two l’s instead of the original “li” because plisetskyonice was taken 

favorite food: my dad’s pasta bake (also pizza and ice cream)

last book you read: Only Ever Yours by Louise O’Neill 

top 3 fictional universes: Harry Potter, BNHA, YOI (obvs)

tagging (although feel free to ignore): @ellipsesarefun @zeldaismyhomegirl @ded-i-am-just-ded @tootsonnewts @joelsweet @clairles @d2diamond @penciltrash @francowitch @worldofcopperwings

[ladyyblake]

BOOK TAG

I was tagged by the wonderful @justtrustmeokay!!! Who has been a mutual for like forever!!

​1. Favorite book of all time?

It has to be A Court of Mist and Fury. I would actually cry if I could experience reading for the first time over again. It is everything that I love in books perfected.

2. What are you currently reading?

Nothing?? I’m in my finals week right now for college so I haven't read anything in a couple of months... cause college. 

3. Have you ever considered writing a book?

I did at one point but not anymore. I would design a cover though.

4. Favorite series?

A Court of Thorn's and Roses series, The Throne of Glass series, The Six of Crows duology, The Mara Dyer trilogy, to name a few. I have many favorites 

5. Book you’d like to read?

Turtles All The Way Down, The Becoming of Noah Shaw, War Storm ... Does manga count??

6. What’s on your TBR pile?

Oh boy its way bigger than it should be. A Darker Shade of Magic, TOA: The Dark Prophecy, MCGA: The Ship of the Dead, and others that I’m probably forgetting. 

7. Favorite fictional character(s)?

Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Feyre Archeron, Rhysand, Morrigan, Nesta Archeron, Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Aelin Whitethorne Galathynius, I feel like I have screeched about way more characters than this but I have read a real book in a long ass time.

8. Favorite ship of all time

YOUR MAKING ME CHOSE ONE!?!?! I have so many where do you want me to start, Percabeth, Feysand, Rowaelin, etc, etc.

9. Pick up the book closest to you, open page one and write down the first paragraph.

“Try it again, “ Percy told me. “This time with less dying.” - MCGA: The Ship of the Dead

10. What’s the first fandom you were in?

Percy Jackson

If you want to do this too go ahead!! Tagging @meodami @acarltonposts @ellipsesarefun @townseleven @doctorlokiskellington !!!

[ducky-tm]

I’m not sure if I made it on time or if this is late but here is my YOI fandom appreciation post!! In the short time I’ve been here people have been nothing but kind to me and have always made me feel welcome. 

I’ve also been having a pretty shit couple of days but with everyone tagging me in their appreciation and good things in life finally coming up I feel so much better today, in part because of this fandom. 

I’ll start with probably my newest best friend Marti, @venenix, witout whom I wouldn’t have even half as many of my headcanons. From the moment we started screaming at each other in all caps and S P A C E S I knew we were gonna be friends. Whether it’s me sinning, you cheering me up, or both of us losing our shit over Vichris/Vichrisuuri, my day isn’t complete if I haven’t talked to you. I love you, Marti, mio stellina, mio girasolle.  

Of course, I also have to special mention Lea, @otasucc, for being an absolute doll. You’re kind, funny, and always have an ear for me when I rant about fuckbois TM or Our Boys (you know… the entire YOI cast). You’re gorgeous and I can’t wait to get drunk with you <3

Next up, my emo in not disguise, Noelle @otabaeee, without whomst my life would be much less bright. You were one of the first people I talked to in this fandom and I couldn’t be more grateful that you responded with kindness and enthusiasm, without you I wouldn’t know half of the people I know now. You rock, I love you, stay emo bitch. Oh, and when are you and me and Lea getting white girl wasted TM? 

I’m pretty sure this day was meant specifically meant for content creators so let’s start that appreciation with Maria, @angryskatinghedgehog, you … wonderful human person. I have the best time when you tease me with snippets and an even better time when I get to read a finished chapter. I know you don’t believe it but you’re a REALLY GOOD WRITER TM and I’m going to continue to support and love you forever. Thank you for ranting with me about whatever and being my friend <3

Read Behind Closed Doors, an Otapliroy Uni AU with feelings and porn and Yuri being the Best TM, here.

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I know that there are a ton of you who also create content and I’d love to link everyone to everything but there just isn’t the time and I’m sorry. I’m also really terrible at paying attention to who does what so I’d be afraid I wouldn’t be able to correctly pinpoint which amazing mutual did which amazing thing, you know? 

But a special shout out to:

@baramini, @crescendotayuri, @altin-s, @otapocalypse, and @1pen1knife for being the best children a mother could ask for. I hope you all get the love and happiness you guys deserve <3 I love you all so much it’s not even funny. 

further shout out to @gutgemacht and @onotherflights and @novocaine-sea for being silly and lovely and indulging me and my whims. Michaela, you keep doing you and I’ll keep crushing from a distance. Marie, thansk for not judging me over my spitting kink and for writing about it in the first place. Aja, no one supports my unpopular opinions like you and I love you for it (and our Kacchako talks which have nothing to do with YOI so be). 

I of course also have to give my love and appreciation to the following people who are awesome and amazing even if we’ve never talked, only talked once, or talk sporadically. I think of you all as Valued Mutuals TM and pals at the very very least (so like… more than that): 

@aftgonice, @faeyuri, @severeminx, @altisetsky, @plishooksky, @yurochkas, @kymbawee, @penciltrash @gia-comeatme, @phaytesworld, @iamatrashfan, @tootsonnewts, @eclair, @ellipsesarefun and the lovely lovely @meimagino who has saved me from SNK spoilers more than once. 

You guys are truly all the very best and my dash woulnd’t be the same without you. 

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Last but not least I’d like to shout out some content creators that have made some of my FAVORITE things. 

@iruutciv - you probably now know me as that girl who shouted about your gifs in the tags. twice. I know you already know how i feel about those gifs but I just wanted to let you know that I also appreciate your other art and the amount of time and energy you put into everything you do. Thank you for creating such lovely things <3 

@zephyrine-gale - you gave us the crop top trend AND the Victuuri fusion, two things for which I will forever be grateful. Thank you for bringing both into the world and for everything you do for the fandom <3

@kawaiilo-ren - I feel like there isn’t a YOI blog out there that hasn’t at least heard of your Mafia AU and I think that’s amazing. You’re an incredible artist and a super cool person. I hope your creativity and ideas keep going strong <3

@natsubutart - I just recently stumbled accross your YOI Lovechild art but ;I think it’s incredible and I’m so glad you had this idea and have kept with it. Not only is it an awesome concept but there’s also clearly a ton of thought and love behind it. I hope you keep up with it and I can’t wait to read all of it!! <3

@creemsicaal - Your art style is one of my absolute favorites. Every time I see it I just… feel better?? I honestly don’t know how to describe it but I love it and I hope you keep making more <3 

@superspicy - I really love your art style so much!!! I have to tell you, me and a friend of mine always crack up when we see our comic about Otabek looking through Yuri’s baby pictures. The amount of times a day we make that pose, you know the one, is ridiculous. Thank you for bring this thing into my life, it quite honestly is one of the things that I can look at and always be happy <3 

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Sorry this got so long but I wanted to make sure I got everyone and I’m sure I still missed someone and if I did I’m so sorry, I promise I still love and appreciate you <3 

[clairles]

Tagging time! (I know ya’ll missed me)

I was tagged  by amazing @argentoheart, thank you <3

WRITING TAG

1) How many works in progress do you currently have in progress?

Two, exactly, I’m not counting the ones I will never get back to (means Ryan/Kassian and Robert/Damien). My inspiration usually works in a way that if I won’t write something in one go or every day since I started... I won’t finish it so.

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction?

I usually write fanfictions, but for me it’s not that huge of a difference, because, let’s face it, what is the difference between fanfics and not? You need to put the same amount of work into fanfics as into “non fanfics”.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

I love paper books, but I am aware of the fact I don’t have too much place to buy a lot of them, so now I use ebooks.

4) When did you start writing?

Fuck, when I think about it, the first thing I wrote with my friends was at the age of 12. 

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

Um I don’t understand the question, but I usually know @serathefistingelf won’t laugh at my ideas (and she’s the best beta so that’s also the case). 

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

My bed.

7) Favorite childhood book?

I have no idea how is it called in english, but there was that book series written by René Goscinny and Jean-Jacques Sempé and it was about that kid called Mikołajek. And of course Harry Potter series, my dad used to read this to me every night. 

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

FUN! You don’t even know how many fics I wrote just to read them by myself (and I sometimes make my own ships nobody cares about lmao).

9) Pen and paper or computer?

If I could, I’d write everything on paper.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

Nah, I don’t have the money and I actually had never thought about it. 

11) What inspires you to write?

I’d say: everything. Sometimes it’s music. Sometimes it’s the situation I see. Sometimes it’s thing seen outside the window. Sometimes (very often) it’s the light in a room or smell. Sometimes I just walk from the shop and I got the fragment of a conversation in my head and I have to write it down and create the story for it. 

I tag @ellipsesarefun, @greywardenblue, @everydayisonfire and everyone who would want to do this :))) 

[zeldaismyhomegirl]

All the I love you’s in the world

I wasn’t actually planning on doing one of these posts but so many people have taken my by surprise and tagged me and it’s kinda got the emotions flowing. So firstly, thanks to any of y’all who’ve included me on their list! Y’all make me so happy and I love the interactions we have ^.^

*clears throat* let me begin

First, always, is @neveraines . I’ve told you how much you mean to me all the time but I’m still gonna say it here too! 

 @kiazareni , my writing bae, ily and your patience astounds me

@angstgods my go to vent when i need to get shit off my chest

@francowitch for always being so helpful and supportive!

@phaytesworld the fandom mom who’s taken so many of us under her wing

@theinsanefox and @yours-julie , the most gorgeous girlies in the world, inside and out. ily and you mean the world.

everyone in owc (if i miss people out i’m sorry just know ily all) @otayuriistheliteralbest @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @the-stoned-ranger @blownwish-blog @eclair @penciltrash @ghostmoonchild @pllsetskyonice , @rubyjooce , @ashiiblack , @softieghost  @accidental-mormon

Anyone I’ve ever sprinted with, including @aftgonice  and some others already mentioned!

Tumblr mutuals! @severeminx , @victuri-oh-nice , @boxwineconfession , @onotherflights , @palomayrosas, @crescendotayuri, @ellipsesarefun, @livelaughsleepeat, @donttouchmypeanutbutterplease, @paxohana, @seekingsquake @babypeche, @tootsonnewts @tehyukerpageorandom, @kymbawee

People I admire from afar! @kawaiilo-ren , @daddybek , @kanekkis, @dizzytea,@meimagino, @otasucc, @otapecs, @altisetsky, @seeyounextlevel, @nikkiyan, @creemsicaal, @iamatrashfan, @russianfeya, @novocaine-sea, @lavenderprose, @hawberries @d2diamond, @madamredwrites, @superspicy, @ulablah, @worldofcopperwings, @howlingmoonrise, @draco-rys, @llyn-on-ice

Those of you who fill me notifs! Thank you!

and last but not least, my soul mate, the beka to my yuri, @ded-i-am-just-ded

If I’ve forgotten someone, I’m so sorry. It’s so late here and my brain is fuzzy from writing all day. Ily <3

As a little token of my affection, I’m proud to finally announce that Chapter 11 of It’s Just a Spark, But It’s Enough is here! 18.8k of pure fluff! One chapter that’s a fifth of the size of the fic itself, as an apology for taking so fucking long to update.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10057580/chapters/26382447

Now if y’all excuse me, it’s nearly 5 am and I have to be up for work in 4 hours. I’m officially dead.

Love you all!

xoxo Cat

[ellipsesarefun]

Request for DamiRae prompt #1

Prompt #1: Come to bed with me?

Now on AO3

Help!"

The pleading cry jars him awake. Robin jolts up with tensed muscles and a fierce grip on the unsheathed sword beside him. A deep, revolting, menacing laugh rumbles in his mind like a prelude to an unforeseen terror. It is a frequent occurrence in the middle of the night that still terrifies him but his assassin-trained muscle memory is already built for danger's spontaneity.

His five senses still hones into the nightmare he escaped but he grounds himself to the present moment. He needs to be sure that nothing escapes his awareness.

A beat of silence passes before he concludes that there is nothing amiss. Damian allows his hands to release their grip from his sword as his head gently relaxes on the pillow. His mind reels back to the stream of thoughts he only indulges in the late night.

There are visions that he cannot fully comprehend sometimes. They haunt him at night, more than the usual nightmares he gets from his time with the League of Assassins.

The visions spoke of a future, desolate of any human life. The streets crawling with creatures from another planet, eating human flesh and leaving trails of dismembered corpses and spattered blood and guts. The Titans tower was in ruins and the rest of his team was nowhere to be found with no knowledge of their death or survival. His own father in the hands of an unforeseen conqueror of worlds and his brother revived from the dead yet barely living himself.

And then there's Raven.

The visions of her are somewhat incomprehensible. They were of confessions of a love they both pined for, of a passing moment of bliss before being enveloped in a blinding light of the unknown, of an oath they were bound to keep no matter the life they will lead to next..

"I will find you. I promise." He would hear himself say. For all his sixteen years of living, he's never promised anything to anyone. So it must have come from another time.. another place..

Another life. And the only thing that remained is a magic connection that somehow transcended the laws of time, space, and reality.

It’s that moment when he woke up one random morning after a random day and the only thing on his mind were those violet eyes.

Damian's always been enamored by her vibrant violet eyes. He's seen them before, at the brink of death in the snowy mountains. That was the first time she healed him but he felt otherwise. His body welcomed her magic like a memorized passage, as though he sang this song a long time ago.

The comforting familiarity is a bliss but the horrible foreboding nightmares that follow it provide him a plethora of adjectives he cannot transcribe in a sentence.

Damian thinks that maybe it started with her screams. He hears them sometimes. The pain in her voice echoes throughout the gruesome horrors of Hell. He'd find himself in a demon-swarmed stadium under blood-ridden skies where a little girl draped in a white cloak escapes a swarm of cackling chimeric beasts. At the side of the stadium, Trigon is at ease on his throne with a nasty smile on his face.

In those moments, not once does Damian's eyes stray away from her expression. Because the longer the battle ensues, the more her tear-stricken face masks into empty blank eyes and a dead frown of a shell. Damian feels the numbness of it all. The magic that which she possesses gradually strengthens but the trauma lingers.

Being trapped in a crystal and encased in a box sealed in a complex spell work, most of Trigon's power is inhibited and contained. Being the daughter of a demon and conqueror of worlds, Raven carries the burden of his occasional psychic torture.

And Damian… he's helpless to it all. He can't rush over to her with a sword in hand like they would in every Titan mission. He can't wrap his arms around her like he would in their previous life. 

Because it's someone else's nightmare to relive and he's merely an audience in a movie theater. 

Damian doesn't know how far their connection can bridge their minds but he can still hear her father's demonic laughter reverberate throughout their combined consciousness. He cannot quantify the strength of the magic within their bond and he hesitates to learn the truth.

Neither of them broached the topic and he isn't sure how. As Robin, he sees her as a competent partner, her magic strangely complementing his every movement in any mission. As Damian, he lists her as one of the most important people in his life. For the three years they've cohabited the same Titan tower, they ventured through the most dreadful nights and the peaceful days without a single shred of a thought of running away from each other. Their conversations during sleepless nights involved a lot of their trauma, with thick blankets around their shoulders and tea to last the endless dark skies. 

But they don’t instigate a heavy discussion over the bond and they skip past the nightmares, and most of her more burdensome memories that come with it. Simply because he has little to no understanding of their connection and is waiting for her to break the silence. A part of him senses that she has an inkling but still has yet to comprehend its entirety.

(If that’s what he picked up from the bond or from his own deduction, he cannot say.)

Damian slides his feet to the ground and moves to the couch by the window. He watches the clouds pass by, parting space for the moon to grace a smile. He gazes back as its shimmering reflects against his green irises. He feels a heartbeat that isn't his own, loud and clear outside the hall. Taking deep breaths, he closes his eyes and focuses on his own heartbeat, as though soothing his own would soothe theirs.

The door suddenly opens and his ears twitch at the light footsteps coming towards his way. His eyes stay closed, trusting her presence. The footsteps stop by his feet but not a word escapes her lips, not even a sound. Damian opens his eyes and looks up, entranced by her weary violet irises glowing in his dark, moonlit room. Neither of them breaks the silence. Damian allows himself to peruse through all that is her. The purple hair flows down to her waist, with a shadow cascading against the dark circles around her eyes and the deep frown formed on her lips. 

“I had a nightmare.”

“It was him again.”

“And I felt you with me while I was with him.”

“I’m tired.”

She doesn’t say but her whole body screams it so. 

He stands up and takes one step, barely bridging the gap between them. Damian takes Raven’s hands in his, raises them to his face, and plants a tiny kiss. The gesture seems to break her mask when he finds a single tear stream down her face and her lips quivering. He feels her hands shake and his heart aches that she might collapse to the floor then and there. 

So he kisses her hands again and again, making sure he doesn’t leave a corner untouched. Her body doesn’t stop trembling quietly as more tears start to fall. She pinches her eyes shut and lets her head fall, hiding away her vulnerable state. Raven has done that for years, hiding her tears in the darkest corners, keeping herself within the shell she’s made. She doesn’t have to do that with just him. 

He closes the gap between them and tucks her head on his neck. Damian rubs one hand on her back, soothing the tension away from her muscles. He kisses the shell of her ear and asks, “Come to bed with me?”

Without waiting for her affirmation, Damian scoops Raven into his arms and saunters over to his bed. He lays her down first, her purple tresses pooling his pillow. He gently combs them away and follows after as he snakes an arm around her waist. His beloved turns to face his chest and closes her eyes. Exhaustion now prominent in her features. Her shell is now broken and she’s laying herself bare to him. So Damian cradles her, feeling her breaths gradually evening out. 

And for a moment, everything is still and steady that the past is already just a page from an old book, no longer terrifying and the future is somewhere written among the stars as a prophecy of hope. The present is all that matters as they sleep a dreamless sleep in each other's arms.

Everything else can wait till morning.

[eclair]

Taking a break from scribbling, I answer the tag thing from @ashiiblack :)

The questions I need to answer:

My questions: 1) What got you into fandom?

Pretty boys and nice quotable lines. :P Well, I do love anime in general so I am into a bunch of shonen anime and some shoujo too. (Used to be more shoujo than shounen but blame sports anime.)

2) If you could switch places with a celebrity who would you choose?

I dunno. I don’t think I’d like to switch places with a celebrity and have to deal with too many people.

3) How do you deal with conflict?

^ As with the above answer. I can’t people much so... It honestly depends on how I am. These days I just shut down. Not the best way. But it’s either that or I get so furious and it’s really bad when it happens. And I hate it when it does happen.

4) What’s the best thing you’ve created? (if it’s fic or art, link please!)

A crocheted toy for my kid’s daughter. XD It’s funny how she refers to it as cat-bear-dog. My friend sent me a picture last week of her daughter (now much older than when I gave it) holding cat bear dog. I am a proud auntie. 

5) Who is your favorite YOI character and why?

Just one?! It’s hard. It’s Otabek and Yuri. Not just because I ship them. I just love the way they are both driven and passionate about figure skating. How Otabek is possibly secretly very extra (because of Park Guell) and how Yuri is possibly a soft-hearted boy who is just very tsudere.

6) What was your favorite playground game as a kid?

I wasn’t really into playgrounds. We used to go outside the house to play sometimes though. It would be a local version of hopscotch.

7) What is your Hogwarts House?

Ravenclaw.

8) Who do you most want to cosplay?

These days? Mari Katsuki. <3

9) What fictional character are you most like?

Probably Asahi of Haikyuu. Not that I am an ace player. I am not but the personality might be closest.

10) If you could visit anywhere, where would you go?

Japan. All the food, all the manga, all the art supplies. For real.

11) What is your favorite restaurant and thing to get there?

Four Seasons. I love hotpot and it’s just so nice and comforting. <3

Time to ask 11 questions:

1. What song would always get you into a good mood? 2. What is your favorite memory from your childhood? 3. Do you have a signature dish or favorite dish to make? 4. Is the tumblr name you have something that you’ve always used or you’ve changed names over the months/years?  5. Which do you prefer writing with on a daily basis? Pencil/pen/marker/something else? 6. If you could travel to a different era, what era would it be? 7. What is the most memorable name you’ve given to a pet/doll/thing? (Example: Laptop named Picard, pet dog named Sherlock, etc) 8. What color dominates your wardrobe/clothes? 9. If you can have a superpower for a day what would it be? 10. When it gets so stressful, what do you do? 11. What project do you want to do but never could seem to find time for it? Tagging these lovely people to answer the questions I wrote: @n3rdlif343va, @magical-mistral, @lecheesie, @d2diamond, @madamredwrites, @ellipsesarefun, @maddcocoa, @tootsonnewts, @seththeshallow But if you don’t feel like it, it’s ok. No pressure. :)

[clairles]

Tagging time!

Any last words?

Tagged by amazing @everydayisonfire, you’re the best, thank you! <3

RULE: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfiction/original/whatever) and tag as many people as there are words in it.

BECAUSE I’M FUNNY GAL: 

“Kassian took the injured hand in his and examined it again, trying to find the best place to start stitching.”

(I can’t believe I told myself I’m writing this story to make Ryan happy and so far I have 1013 words and all of them are angsty)

I tag few people I know for sure are writing, but, of course, you don’t need to do this :) @ellipsesarefun, @severeminx, @greywardenblue, @blueberrysenpaii

[ao3feed-yurionice]

Starry, Starry Night..

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2f6HEMa

by yuriplisetsky (ellipsesarefun)

“They would not listen, they’re not listening still… Perhaps they never will..”

Words: 607, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of rip out my chest to bleed my demons away

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Emil Nekola, Otabek Altin

Relationships: Emil Nekola & Otabek Altin

Additional Tags: Implied Character Death, Contemplation, Drabble, It's... not what I expected to write, yuri on ice music week, Day 2, 1970

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2f6HEMa

[ellipsesarefun]

For the fic prompts for damirae #14 because that sounds hilarious

PROMPT# 14

"Oh you can go to hell."

"Stop threatening me with a good time."

Now on AO3

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"Rise and shine, Rach!" Garfield's voice echoes throughout the Titan hallways, "Breakfast is ready!" 

There's a groan under the covers. Damian watches with a smile as a mop of purple bed hair juts out from the blanket. Raven decided an all nighter would finish her quest in learning and mastering this one magic spell. It's barely 6am and she's only 3 and a half books in. Damian had just finished his morning training in time for Jaime and Garfield to finish cooking today's breakfast. 

"RACH! BREAKFAST OR I'M FINISHING THIS." another grumble cuts off Garfield's call. Damian huffs a laugh.

"Yes Rach. You better hurry." He says, taking a sip of coffee. The mop of purple mess turns and violet eyes are glaring at him.

"Oh you can go to hell." She growls. 

"I've already been to hell. What a lovely resort it was." Damian replies, taking another sip of coffee with a twinkle in those green eyes. She could burn his eyes if she wanted.

"Not long enough for you to feel the burn." Raven retorts, stretching a hand out to shoot a magic beam at her lover. 

Damian dodges it with ease as he balances the cup of coffee in his hand. He sets it on his side table. They then continue this dance, where he barely slips past her magic beams, subsequently leaving a burnt mark on her bedroom walls. 

Eventually, Damian jumps on the bed in a Robin fashion and subsequently pulls her into his arms. Raven squeals into a fit of giggles at the hands and kisses roaming on her skin. They've been intimate with each other for years but sometimes it surprises her that someone so menacing during their missions can be so affectionate in peaceful moments like these.

"Stop threatening me with a good time." She says, squirming at the butterfly kisses planted on her neck and shoulder. 

"Can't. You haven't taken a break in awhile, beloved." Damian mumbles against her skin.

"Says the man who trains and goes on night patrols to the brink of exhaustion." Raven scoffs at him with a pointed look. She knows his schedule well enough to know where those fresh scars come from. She doesn't mind healing them for him, so long she earns a cuddle in bed right after.

"An Al Ghul has an unlimited amount of energy that can last more than a day. They can endure anything." He says. She rolls her eyes and smirks. 

"Endure this!" She portals away from his grasp and appears above him, her hands now glowing with her magic. 

"Azarath Metrio-" She stops midway when she catches the horrific sight of Damian holding out a book in front of him.

"You shoot and the book burns into ashes with me." She knows he can dodge her attacks but she also knows that he can (and probably will) let the book take the hit (like the little shit he is).

"I could spell them back together if I wanted to." Which is a lie because the book's ancient enough that even the slightest magic can make it disappear without leaving a trace. Books such as those have a self destruction spell so powerful that any information contained would be lost forever. 

And by her lover’s smug grin at the barely concealed annoyance on her face, she knows that Damian knows he's won this round. The magic from her hands dissipates and she crosses her arms. 

“This isn’t a real match.” 

“You’re right. This isn’t a real match and I still won.” 

“And because if it was a real match, I would’ve won, anyways.” She says and she gleefully watches a twitch appearing on his slightly furrowed brows. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“Is that a challenge?”

“Between the two of us, it doesn’t seem to be one.” At her remark, Robin rises from the bed with his sword already strapped around his waist. 

(As practical of him to keep his sword around, it annoys her to no end how it pokes at her side on most nights.) 

Raven graciously floats back down with eyebrows raised and a hand on her hip. 

“You’re facing a trained assassin.” Robin steps forward and stops a feet or two from her. The challenge in his eyes is now prominent and unwavering. The sight of him tempts a smile out of her but she hides it with ease, stepping forward as well.

“Against Trigon’s own daughter who, by the way, has enough power to seal one of the most powerful conquerors in a tiny crystal shard inside a spell-bound cube.” The demon’s daughter says and mirrors his look. 

“Who also hasn’t had a good night’s sleep from all that reading.” Robin continues, arching an eyebrow at her. Raven narrows her eyes and mutters her incantation while snapping her fingers. A glow of her rejuvenation spell showers over her. It doesn’t last the whole day but for a sparring session, it’ll do.

(Additionally, she doesn't have any assigned missions for the day so she can catch up on some sleep right after.)

Damian rolls his eyes and smirks with a "You ready?"

"Always prepared to knock you off your feet." Raven huffs and flashes a smirk of her own . She takes one more step before lightly pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose with a smile.

And in an abrupt interruption of their brief (yet highly sexually tensioned) moment, her stomach growls. 

"...Right after breakfast."

[ellipsesarefun]

A/N: this is completely unbeta and am just... having fun. just want some sambucky time. I may not finish the whole card, but I want to at least put out one... Just to have some fun, some good time, to let off some.. things out of my chest.

Anyways, this is for the Sambucky Halloween Bingo, hosted by the @sambuckylibrary

Prompt (#1): Witching Hour

🧿🧿🧿✨✨✨🧿🧿🧿

The clock strikes three in the morning when Sam wakes up. He finds himself sitting on a bed with unfamiliar cream white sheets and in a room bare of any essentials but a black notebook by the night stand. He surveys the room for anything else but even his own things are absent. There's something fluttering behind him and a weight on his back. Sam now realizes it's a dream when he sees his wings glitter in the dimly lit room.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" Sam rolls his eyes at the (annoyingly) hoarse voice laced with blatant displeasure. He turns to the right, where the Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes is glaring at him from the chair he's on. Sam crosses his arms and mirrors his expression.

"I would if I can control my dreams." He says. And if he actually can, he knows for sure that this would be the last place to think of dreaming. And that's that for them. The conversation shuts off into complete, utter, mutual, begrudging silence.

He isn't terrified of the Winter--no, Bucky--no, wait, Barnes. Of course not. He wouldn't be travelling around the world if it was the case. Having the same dream with him over and over and over again for no damn reason is the thing that's driving him nuts.

Sam came here in the middle of nowhere full of wilderness and office-less places for a vacation. A vacation. He did the best he could to put off this charming boring ass man with an annoyingly grumpy cute pouty face off of his mind. He turned off his work phone, ignored all of Steve's texts, completely sealed off all of Bu-Barnes' files in his work office, and even left all his Falcon gear in his apartment (not without bringing his Redwing and some guns and knives in the case something happens don't judge him).

And somehow, his first night in, he gets roped into another silent stare off with this man in his own dreams.

They're not bad (yet). The dreams. Sitting in a room in silence at the witching hour until the room shakes and he wakes is becoming a routine. He just wanted some time off for once.

And as if the universe heard his whining concerns, the ground rumbles beneath them and Sam is gradually closing his eyes once more.

From his periphery, Bucky stands and Sam hears, "See you soon, Sammy. Don't come and find me."

Sammy, huh. That's a new one.

[ellipsesarefun]

PROMPTS 6 &10.

6. "I can't sleep."

10. "Do you want a bedtime story?"

A/N: I wrote a thing. Idk it just happened.

"I can't sleep." Says Nicholas from the other side of the duck curtain. It's on nights like this when there isn't any deadline waiting in the morning or any competition to prepare his mental state for Seiji to have enough energy to indulge in whatever nonsense his roommate gets up to. 

"What now? Do you want a bedtime story?" Seiji grumbles, his head facing the mirage of cartoon ducks. While a year and a half in the same room strengthens his budding friendship with the boy, he's glad they kept the curtain in place. There are some things he doesn't want on his lane and that includes his roommate's undying habit of haphazardly dumping his laundry and all his other things all over the floor.

"You don't have to be so grumpy. I figured you couldn't sleep too." He hears a huff from Nicholas and a shift of bedsheets. Seiji does the same, shifting his whole body towards the duck curtain, waiting.

"Sometimes I just get a lot of vivid dreams, y'know. They're not always so… happy." Nicholas whispers even when they're the only ones in the room. Seiji knows this enough, having been subjected to multiple occasions of Nicholas's sleep-talking. He learns more of Nick in his dreams than in their waking interactions. From his absent father (that Seiji suspects to be the one and only Robert Coste) to his adventurous memories from his previous school to his passion for fencing, Seiji simmers the budding wonder if he only displays his vulnerable side when he's around. 

He lets it simmer for a few moments before cooling the stove of his mind.

This is the first time, however, that Nicholas broaches the topic of dreaming (albeit he doesn't get into detail but more so he seeks comfort and assurance instead). With all the secrets laid before him throughout the months they've been living together, Seiji keeps his lips pursed. Nick needs a listening ear as of the moment instead of a list of every personal detail he's said in his sleep talking nights.

"It feels a lot like falling… and I just want to stop falling, Seiji…" Nicholas continues like Seiji's train of thought never came to fruition. Seiji feels his arm stretch to where Nicholas lay but tempers the urge. There are many moments like these between them where he cannot find the right words. Their relationship already transcended from throwing insults and punches and Seiji, in his own quiet admission to himself, has grown a soft spot for Nick.

So in his own obviously subtle way, Seiji says, “The ice cream shop across the street is still open. We can sneak out the same way, if you want…” 

“Really?” He feels his heart skip a beat at Nick’s soft voice, vulnerable and tired. 

“Yea…” Seiji replies. He immediately slides off his bed before he begins to dwell on those simmering emotions. There’s a ruffle of bed sheets again and Seiji finds Nicholas following suit. They both pick out a random outfit and and by the time Seiji is second guessing his instigation, they’re already inside the shop, 

They did this once, on a horrible day when Seiji was overwhelmed by Jessi Coste’s arrival. He remembers buying more triple sundae ice creams than what was required. Nicholas was unusually pleasant that night, talking about whatever was on his head without ever mentioning his half brother at all.

So he does the same with his triple sundae treat and Nick's sugary concoction Seiji can't name. He talks about himself unrelated to his fencing, of his fondness for his mother and quiet conversations with his father, of how he was before King's Row. And if he catches a hint of a smile on Nicholas's lips at his attempts to lighten the mood, Seiji doesn't dwell on it for long.

[ellipsesarefun]

DAMIRAE DAY 5: Soulbond

A/N: SO THIS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE I SWEAR HAHHAHAAH. It’s probs the coffee talking but damn. Finished this baby todaaayyy after reviewing for a subject (and damn is this a weird day because writing and studying feels like two different worlds) so this will be queued to post on the 14th or 15th? Maybe I’m too excited but it’s been awhile since I’ve been excited to write something.. Been awhile since I’ve used 1st POV. This is probs a bit messy :( But I’ll edit some stuff out someday..

May not be participating anymore but I hope to come back to DamiRae <3 It’s been a comfort to me during my study breaks.

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There are some things about my magic that I cannot fully comprehend nor explain. 

Ever since I’ve healed the young Robin, I’ve been receiving vivid dreams. I can’t fully grasp the images but the emotions that wake me to reality are always filled with heartaches, pining, and desperation. I never bothered to clue anyone in on what they are. Kory knows I have dreams but I can never tell her what happens in them because I don’t know how to describe them.. Damian has his ways of knowing. The little bird never lets me forget that. But he never asked, just implied. And I never said anything, merely let him draw his own conclusions.

I’ve been harboring feelings for him for a long time but I never acted on them for a number of reasons... Sometimes, we were romantically and sexually involved with other people. Other times, there never seemed to be a time and place to voice it out on the open. The moments we spent alone meditating, reading together, flying during my nightly rituals are the moments I cherish too much to let him feel my burden.

But out of all the reasons I've expounded, My father is the center. Even when I have created an enchanted fortress created out of his and my own demonic magic (with the help of Constantine and Zatanna), I still fear that he may one day break through those chains and destroy Earth... and kill Damian. Trigon senses the bond between us and it disgusts him.

His insults hit right through my own insecurities. I mean technically, he is trapped in crystal that’s stored in a small box that I carry around but damnit there are times when his thoughts crowd over to mine and... it terrifies me.

The mechanics of the bond isn’t the “if he dies, then I die too” but more of “I feel his presence more than I let on”. I still have no idea if it also might be the former, but the latter is one that I experience often. I don't always know what he is feeling (I may be an Empath but I have my mental barriers to maintain). It's only when he's in danger do my senses burn right through my barriers. It probably comes with this strong sense of protectiveness within me, a desperate need to keep him safe... and it’s becoming a little too obvious.

Throughout the six years as Titans, training with Damian has gradually become a torture... Every urge to shot turns into every urge to shield him from the pain... Every scar he receives fuels my anger against those who dare to hurt him, especially the enemies we’ve faced during missions and/or patrol. 

The last one was worse. I arrived at the scene with him on the floor, body tainted with bruises and then..

I saw him on the floor.. suddenly burnt into ashes.. face barely recognizable... I heard my screams of agony, despair, and heartbreak as I watched my other self enveloping him in what seems a spell..

I love you...

And it wasn’t a dream but a memory... It all felt so real, like I was in Apokolips (what the hell is Apokolips?) once more and the Earth has crumbled to its fucked up state and he was gone and I needed to save him (from what?)...

I didn’t even stop to comprehend what it was and I lost my control. 

AZARATH. METRION. ZINTHOS!

...

I blacked out, I think, and now I find myself back in the infirmary of the Titans Tower. Not a single glimpse of a sunlight reached the room and nothing stands out from the dark except a figure sitting beaide me.

"Hi." Is the only greeting I offered. Damian stands and turns the lights back on. He sits back down, burning holes into my skull. I squint at the brightness and immediately force myself to focus at some place that isn't him.. I couldn't bare to look at him.

I hear a sigh but I let my gaze linger at the clock far longer than I liked, matching my breaths with the ticks and tocks of the arrows of the clock. His agitation prickles at my senses like a thorn to my side. The damned urge to come and wrap him in my arms gradually resurfaces once more. 

He clears his throat just in time, like he already knew what I was thinking and I look down, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat pooling my cheeks. 

“Look,” he says and I pause my train of thought, “You and I both know there’s more to this that letting your demon lose and almost killing Dr. Light, so let’s not beat around the bush.” I couldn’t look at him, I just can’t bear to.. But I nodded, just so he knows that I’m taking his words seriously (and I always do)..

I might as well tell him..

“I’ve been having nightmares ever since the first time I healed you.” There’s movement from my periphery but I ignore it, “Of you.. dying...” Silence is his only answer so I continued.

“It wasn’t that bad at first but through years it’s been difficult to fight this desire to protect you all the time.” I haven’t reached the most important part yet and I’m already feeling the rising tension in the air. He holds up a hand, and I wait for him to speak as I try to calm my heartbeat. 

“Raven, I was trained by the League of the Assassins. I know how to handle myself-” 

“I know you do, Damian.” I cut him off, hearing my voice rise a bit,

(And I realize later that he didn't need to say this because damnit the smart ass saw right through me. He only did so to bait me into confessing.)

“But these aren’t nightmares.. not really. They’re from another timeline.” I let out a sigh. This conversation is beginning to exhaust me but he needs to know. I turn to him this time and he’s not holding back his own concern etched on his face. He gets up from his chair and sits at the edge of my bed. My gaze drifts to his hand. I remember a lingering feeling, probably from another memory of that timeline, that he’d reach out and hold my hand in his. 

“There was a war.. We were around at this age..” I continue, “We were trying to stop someone and... you died in the process. I revived you.. brought you back from the dead.” I watch him watch me. Not a single gasp was uttered nor any ounce of surprised was showed on his face. I didn’t sense any of that. There was so much I can pick from that unreadable frown. 

Longing, concern, understanding.. and it’s only occurred to me that he knows. He’s known this whole time. I was too engrossed to what he felt and what Trigon may do that I didn’t stop to read through his actions. But does he...

No.. I shouldn't ask... not when I haven't laid all the cards out..

"We have a bond.. sort of." I say, and he nods, confirming of his own assumptions, "But I'm not sure if this will get us killed. So far the pain inflicted on you does not mean I receive the same kind of pain. It just fuels my drive to protect you."

"And you think that this was a result from our previous affections to one another in that timeline." He concludes.

"We never really spent time together as... together." I say. It feels out of the blue but something about what I said needed to be heard, "You left for the League of Assassins. You offered me a place there because you had feelings for me. I would have went with you if Trigon hadn't threatened me to kill you if I stayed..."

I face him, feeling this odd confidence swelling within me. "I do still have feelings for you. And Trigon still wants to kill you so.. that hasn't changed.." 

There is a slight elation and giddiness within me as I catch a mixture of bewilderment and amusement on his features. But my heart begins to soar as I watch a tiny, tender smile drawn by his lips.

I've seen that smile before.. a couple of times. There were only glimpses of that smile during our many glances throughout the years, hidden beneath the layers of his mask.

And now the last of his mask has finally come off.

"Raven," he says and I feel the tingle in my ears at the sound of my name, "You should know by now that my perseverance exceeds the fear of being devoured by demonic conquerer of worlds."

I frown at him. "You sound so sure of yourself..."

"You've defeated him twice, Raven." He reasons, "In this timeline and probably in other timelines. You were lucky, you say, but now.. you're--no, we're, more than four times as lucky."

"Damian.. where is this all coming from?" I ask, because he makes it sound so simple. Like he's up against merely a strict father who wouldn't let his daughter marry the person she loves in those cheesy romcoms. But this isn't a romcom. This is Trigon, for Azar's sake..

"He isn't called a Conquerer of Worlds for no reason!"

"And that doesn't stop you for creating a tiny fortress that entraps and gradually diminishes his demonic magic instead of trapping him in a crystal and sticking it to your forehead from your other timeline. Look Raven,” he continues, “You and I both know that there’s something between us? Why wait for the inevitable?” Why wait till I leave for the League of Assassins? Why wait till the possibility of Apokolips comes around again? He leans in and his bright green eyes search my own.

I keep my frown on my face, not wanting to give in to his charms. He throws back a smirk because he's fucking...

"Insufferable. That’s what you are." I spit the words at him, only halfheartedly at best. He laughs. The cheeky fucker is laughing me.

"But I'm a kind and generous soul." He teases with a grin on his face. And shit, I can't fight my own my smile any longer. He reaches out and I meet him halfway, entwining our fingers together. I haven't affirmed anything but the gesture already is the answer. Our answer. We’ve been dancing around this for a long time. Might as well take the chance before it’s too late.

Something magical, his aura perhaps, loops with my own. I close my eyes let the magic guide me.. and him. A meadow materializes itself and I find him in the distance, his smile warm and inviting. I extend my hand to him and he mirrors my actions. A raven flies out of my hand and another one out of his. At the same time we open our eyes and-

The magic suddenly bursts forth into a kaleidoscope of colors, a plethora of shapes of any kind. They all coalesce into a giant raven. A white raven. It soars above us, circling around the room with a happy tune. It eventually disappears into a sparkle of fireworks. We laugh and turn our gazes to one another. 

With foreheads pressed against each other, we guide our silent conversation with twinkles in our eyes and smiles forming on our lips. It's like those typical chessy lovebird montage things people see in romantic subplots. It might be the calmness of the air or the sleep edging its way through my train of thought but I can sense our heartbeats in sync. A lullaby to my woes, perhaps, but someone like me can hope that this bond is knitting our souls into a comfortable blanket, however mysterious and unpredictable it may be.

Trigon's box rattles on the table. I almost forgot that it was there in the first place. I feel his presence, cursing disgusting words at the edge of my aura but I pay no heed. 

After all, I'm a billion times luckier now.

[ellipsesarefun]

no. 15 “[Mama/Papa] got you.” For NejiTen please :)

A/N: Been awhile since I’ve written anything for this fandom... NejiTen has been the very first ship I’ve ever sailed... and will continue to sail. I’ll probably redo and edit some parts when I come back to this but for now, here ya go <3 

Prompt request 15 finished. 14 and 1 are my WIP. You can request for any of the pairings listed in this post.

It's a bright and sunny Saturday morning at the Team Gai training grounds.

Tenten's finished restocking supplies for her weapon's shop and Neji has no missions lined up since his recent month-long Mist Village mission so they decided to walk around the village to catch up on lost time. They happened upon their former training grounds, finding Hinata and their daughter watching Rock Lee doing his usual training. Gai sensei and Kakashi are also audiences to the scene, though are simultaneously exchanging menial gossip.

"It's a full house here." Neji mutters to himself, earning a laugh from his wife. 

"You like them, anyway." She says, raising her eyebrows at him, "Besides, they were eagerly expecting your arrival." And as if to prove her point, their friends pause their chatter to greet the two. Lee still continues his push ups but raises a hand to wave at them. 

Hikari wobbles towards them, her smile drawing dimples on her fair plump cheeks. Her hair is tidied in a braid similar to Hinata's but some of the little ones stick out from the spring breeze the passes by from time to time. Her little arms crush around the plush kunai toy Neji bought for her 2nd birthday. The sight squeezes Tenten's heart that tugs at a memory of a little girl, alone and no one to call home to. 

Hikari stumbles, distorting the replaying memory at the forefront of her mind. Her husband rushes forward and swoops their daughter into his arms before Hikari utters a cry. 

"There, there, my little moon," He shushes his child's fears with the lull of his deep voice and warm embrace, "Papa's got you." A gentle smile forms on her lips at the scene of Neji holding Hikari, the moonlit eyes of father and daughter gleaming against the morning sunlight. It paints a sacred space in her mind, something that the little girl in her memories have longed for years.

"Oi!!!" Lee cries out, still at his 125th push up, "Are you guys gonna stand there or train?" 

"Lee-kun! Please pace yourself!" A worry line creases on Hinata's eyebrows. She turns to walk to the said man sweating it out in the spring heat.

"You've only just got back from the hospital a few days ago!" She adds, stopping in front of him with hands on her hips, "You can't just exert yourself immediately.."

"With the training he's had throughout the years, that's his normal speed.." Neji interjected with a roll of his eyes.

"And he's trained by me!" Gai-sensei shouts from behind them. Hinata looks at Tenten, eyes pleading, but the weapon's master merely shrugs. It's true, anyways. This is how most of their days were spent before they went off to the more dangerous and Jonin-level missions. Training for the Chuunin exams and testing out twenty different kinds of weapons were two of the major things that they were looking forward to. Aside from all the Sasuke business of course.

Hikari's smile and laughter grabs his attention again. The Hyuuga meets his forehead with hers as he whispers a lullaby from his childhood. Sometimes Tenten recalls his teenage grumpy and wonders how they ever got here.

He catches her stare with a question on his face.

"So, you wanna have a few matches with me?" Neji asks with a gesture at the empty area of the training grounds, "One on one?" His lips curve into a smirk.

The Weapons's Master summons her staff from her scroll and smirks back, saying, "Sure! Don't hold back. Got a few tricks up my sleeve."

The Hyuuga raises an eyebrow at her staff and then at her, unimpressed, "With just that?"

"Babe, please." Tenten readies her bo staff, "This little thing is just warm up." The quest for unique weaponry is a never-ending one. She has batch of new ones she found to try on her husband.

Neji narrows his eyes at her and assumes into his Hyuuga stance. If there's one thing she knows he learned, it's to never underestimate her.

"Go Mama and Papa!" The cheer from their daughter brings a smile on Tenten's face. They charge towards each other, Tenten spinning her staff expertly as they do. The weapon collides against his arm and they both fall into rhythm. It was a dance they've fallen into over and over again. It wasn't exactly the same dance but the evolution of it as a result from the obstacles they've triumphed in their lives.

Their adventures never ended, merely starting through another chapter. She didn't think she could ever find her niche as a ninja but now she travels around the world mastering the art of weaponry on missions. She never had a family of her own, but they found her, anyways.

Somehow the things in her life, and the people around her, will only continue to keep growing and expanding and for once she is at peace.. because even when there will be more challenges in her way, she knows that there is a growing family behind her to come home to.

The Weapons Master twirls and aims the blunt end of the staff at his head. The Hyuuga slips and knocks the staff of her hands. The staff flies above him and explodes from the bomb Tenten planted earlier. The smoke clouds over the two of them but Tenten is already moving towards him with swords in each hand. She jumps with a flip and falls with her leg outstretched for a kick.

Tenten smirks. It's a bright and sunny Saturday to beat her husband's ass to the ground.