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curlybookwriter0294 · 4 months

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Pushing Each Other’s Buttons

Summary: They are new at this. They are new to this whole dating thing but everything’s going well. However, during a workout session on training day after a small chat with Kori, Raven wonders if she could push each others buttons to progress things even further between them. Will it work?

AN: as always I don’t own anything from the TT universe or the DC universe! Just the plot of the story and you might hate me later lol. Happy reading! :)

It all started at the gym.

It was a typical training day at the Titans Tower, and each member of the team was at their own stations doing their own workout at the gym. Raven Roth looked around as she was doing her sit ups with Kori being her spotter as per usual.

She took in the smells of sweat and each presence of her team doing their best to make their bodies stronger and fuller for the next time they are out fighting villains. Thankfully, the alarms have not gone off so far as of yet which gives them plenty of time to do other things to pass the time until it does.

“Come on friend Raven, we are almost done! We are down to thirty sit ups now.” The alien was saying, drawing the indigo titan back into focus of her task at hand which was to complete at least forty sit ups requested by the titans leader Dick Grayson. “Just a few more then we switch!”

“Right.” The empath muttered, counting in her head the last few numbers that she had to do before getting off the mat so the Tamaranean could do her set. “Ready?” She asked her firmly, placing her hands on each of Kori’s shoes to keep her steady. Kori nodded her head and placed her hands behind her back, waiting for Raven to say the word. “Start.”

“So,” Kori said, catching her breath before going back down to her sit up, eyeing her quiet friend who was counting her sets. “You never did tell me how it’s going friend Raven.”

“Don’t know what you mean,”Raven said, hoping that Kori would drop it and just focus on her sit ups.

“Oh come now,” Kori said, chuckling at how Raven was avoiding her green eyed stare when she came up from her sit up. “You know what I mean.”

Raven knows exactly what she means because she’s been trying her best not to look over near the corner where the green shifter was doing his own set of workouts with Cyborg helping. She tried her best to ignore the fact that he was working out shirtless while he was grunting as he picked up a dumbbell easily with one hand. “It’s in progress. You know this already.” Raven whispered, turning her eyes over back towards Kori.

“29,” Kori counted and giggled at her. “I know that silly. Didn’t you two went on a date recently? What happened there? I’m dying to know!”

Raven shushed at her, briefly looking around to make sure that their conversations wasn’t behind overheard from the others. “It was nice.” She said quietly with a sigh. “Perfect even.”

“And? What else? There’s gotta be more than that!” Kori said excitedly, catching her breath once she was done with her sit ups and the two hero’s got up to do some stretches.

“We kissed.” Raven said finally, causing the alien woman to giggle with happiness. “It’s just a kiss.” She explained to her.

“Oh it’s not just a kiss friend Raven. Has it gone further than that?” Kori asked kindly, rolling her shoulders back when she did another stretch with her arms. She raised an brow at her when Raven made a face at her. “Would you want it to?”

“It’s only been three dates Kori. Isn’t that too soon?” Raven questioned her Tamaranean friend who shook her head at her, making her orange curls bounce around her shoulders. Raven sighed when she thought about a question to ask her. “How long did it take for you and boy wonder to—“ she stuttered at the question and she was thankful that Kori picked up on her question right away.

“After the third date.” Kori answered with a Cheshire grin, making Raven shiver. “But you and friend Garfield are different take all the time you need!” Kori reassured her when she noticed Raven’s face. Kori hummed. “If you wished to progress things further you just need to buttons of push each other.” She advised.

Raven blinked at Kori’s choice of words. “You mean push each others buttons?” She suggested.

Kori nodded as she walked over towards the bench to drink her bottle of water that was sitting there. “My thoughts exactly friend Raven. Also it looks like he’s already doing it.”

“What do you mean by that?” Raven asked, glancing over at the changeling that moved over to do push ups with Cyborg next to him. “He looks somewhat normal to me.” She said with a smirk.

“Friend Garfield has never taken off his shirt while working out. Have you not noticed?” Kori asked with a smile.

Raven snuck a glance over towards Garfield Logan and noticed that Kori was right, he had never taken off his shirt for his workouts until today. She noticed how tight and full his muscles and biceps were probably from working out and from getting stronger now that he’s older. He’s taller now and not lanky anymore. She would be a fool not to admit that it was nice to see him without a shirt, but was he doing it to put on a show for her?

“See what I mean friend Raven?” Kori asked, making Raven tear her eyes away from the green shifter and focus on Kori’s green ones instead. “He’s doing the buttons of the push. Now it’s your turn.”

“How will I pull that off then?” Raven whispered, walking over towards Kori as they took a breather from their workout. “I’m not exactly—“ she trailed off as she looked up and down Kori’s revealing workout attire. “You.”

The orange-haired alien smiled and before Raven could do anything to stop her, she pulled off Raven’s workout shirt, exposing her sports bra that she hiding underneath. “There we go!”

“Kori are you serious right now?!” Raven hissed at her, quickly trying to grab back her shirt from Kori but she was taller than her so she kept it at arms length. “Give it back!”

Garfield’s pointy ears twitched at the sound of Raven’s voice in the far corner of the gym, breaking his concentration of his sit ups. Luckily he was at his one hundredth goal and paused at his stance to look over at her. “What the—“ he trailed off when he saw Raven in a black and purple sports bra and Kori holding her shirt at arms length. “Holy—“

“Hey grass stain! Focus man!”

Garfield begrudgingly looked away from a rare sight and turned to focus on Cyborg instead. “Sorry my dude! I was just—“

“Focus on me and not your girlfriend dude!” Cyborg called out, making Garfield blush at the term that he was not used to.

“Right focus.” Garfield muttered to himself, stealing a glance once more at the sibyl that was working out with Kori who was still trying to get her shirt back, all the while trying to conceal herself with an arm.

“Give it back Kori. Please.” Raven pleaded in a whisper, trying for another attempt to get her shirt back. “I need my—“ a flash of green caught her attention and she paused from trying to get her shirt back.

Violet eyes meet green eyes that lasted longer than necessary and before Raven could change her mind, she uncovered her chest, sighing when she gave up trying to get her shirt back from the tall Tamaranean. She could literally see the gulp that Garfield had made when he had took in her appearance. Sure, Raven had exposed her body before but only her legs, but her upper body was a different story in which she’s slowly working on.

“See,” Kori whispered in her ear, walking beside Raven with a hand on her shoulder. “Told you.”

“Alright guys!” Dick said, making Raven to look away from the shocked shifter. “That’s enough for today. Good job everyone!”

“Do the buttons of the push friend Raven. It’ll work. Trust me,” Kori said to her before flying over towards the leader, kissing him lightly on the lips before walking out of the gym with him hand in hand.

“Push each others buttons huh?” Raven muttered to herself, wondering if it was worth a try.

The night was clear and warm in Jump City, the Titans are doing their own thing. Dick and Kori are in Gotham City for a night out, Cyborg is currently out on a date with Jinx in Central City, which leaves Garfield and Raven alone in the Titans Tower or more precisely alone on the roof.

Garfield had a big blanket for them as well as take out from a new vegan restaurant that he wanted to try. They were laid out on the blanket, sitting in complete comfortable silence as the two look out into the sky. Raven secretly wished that she could see the brightness of the stars instead of lights of buildings, but she doesn’t mind the thoughtfulness of their date.

“Next time,” Garfield started to say, breaking into Raven’s thoughts and she turned on her side to look at him as he stared out into the sky.” I want to take you somewhere where we can actually see the stars. The moon is huge and neat but I miss seeing stars.”

Raven gnawed her lower lip as she moved over to get closer to the changeling. “That’ll be nice Gar.”

Garfield chuckled at her and turned over to his side, using his arm to support himself. “Let’s make it a date then yea?” He asked, moving even closer to where they were nose to nose.

Raven could feel her face heat up at the closeness of their bodies and she had to remind herself to stay in control of her emotions. “Y-yes.”

“Neat.” The shifter whispered before closing the gap between them and leaned in for a gentle kiss on Raven’s lips.

It was slow, innocent something that Raven was getting used to. When they first started kissing, it was just a peck outside her door after their first date, same with the second date. This time, their kiss lingered a bit longer and it made Raven want to try something different with their kiss.

She opened her mouth to allow Garfield more access into the kiss and she heard him hum in question when she did that. She nibbled his lower lip which caused him to moan into her mouth.

“Rae—“ Garfield said once they part, catching their breath. He used a hand to brush back a couple of dark strands of her hair out of her face. “What brought this on?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt at the gym today,” Raven confessed to him softly, noticing the way his face soften with her answer.

“Oh!” Garfield said once realization had kicked in and he chuckled. “Well I could say the same about you Rae-Rae.” He told her, wiggling his brows.

Raven flicked his forehead with a finger, rolling her eyes at him. “That wasn’t intentional.”

“I know my shirt thing was but you on the other hand.” He trailed off, studying her and laughed when Raven gave him a death stare. “It was Kori’s doing I know.”

“You should umm—“ Raven trailed off, using a finger to trace down Garfield’s front clothed torso slowly. “Not wear a shirt at the gym?” She said even though the way it sounded like a question.

“Will never wear a shirt at the gym again.” Garfield told her, leaning in closer to her. “Is this alright?” He asked with hesitation, bringing Raven even closer to him in a way that made their bodies touching.

Raven’s breath became heavier when Garfield lifted her chin closer to him. “Yes.” She whispered, closing her eyes when she felt Garfield’s lips back on hers again.

She opened her mouth when she felt the shifter’s tongue on her bottom lip, asking her access. She gasped when she she felt his tongue on hers, making their kiss deeper than it was before and it made Raven’s whole body feel warmer.

Raven heard Garfield making an oof sound in her mouth when he got on top of her, making sure that he wasn’t crushing her by prompting himself up with his arms. She used her arms to wrap around his neck to bring him even closer to her, making both of them moan.

Raven used her legs to wrapped around his waist, which caused her to feel something that was pressing against her. “Shit,” Garfield muttered against her neck, breaking the kiss. “I’m sorry let me just—“

“It’s fine Gar.” Raven reassured him, reaching up to play with one of his ears. “Aren’t we just pushing each others buttons a little?”

Garfield blinked at her and laughed before leaning back down against her neck, kissing against her earlobe gently. “Yea definitely pushing each other’s buttons alright.” He muttered, cursing himself. “But still— we don’t have to continue if you feel uncomfortable o-or anything.” He tells her, stuttering with his sentence.

“I want us to push each other’s buttons.” Raven told him truthfully, using a hand to run her fingers through his green spiky green hair. “And it seems like I’m already pushing yours.” She whispered to him quietly.

“My buttons are definitely being pushed right now.” Garfield hissed out, biting his lower lip. “I-I—“ he started, clearing his throat as he looked down at her violet eyes.

The two of them groan when a loud alarm stopped what Garfield was about to say, causing both of them to detangle themselves from each other to grab their communicators from their pockets.

“Right now??” Garfield complained. “Buzz kill!”

Raven sat up on the blanket, opening her communicator and watching the news alert that popped up, using a hand to push back her violet hair out of her face. “It’s Gizmo attacking downtown Jump City. The others are still away.” She told him. “I can portal us there.” She said firmly, standing up, reaching out a hand towards him to grab.

“Right. Let’s do this!” Garfield yelled, grabbing her hand and it held it tightly. “To be continued?” He asked, lifting a brow at the empath.

Raven squeezed his hand. “I want to see how much I can push your buttons.” She responded with a small smile. “To be continued.”

#raven roth #bbrae fanfiction #raven x beast boy #short fiction #bbrae #fluff #romance #teen titans fanfiction

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the-lighthouse-lit · 24 days

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The Club of Unauthorized Heroes - Year 2

Fandom: Teen Titans

Pairings: BBxRae, BBxTer, RobxStar, CyxBee

Rating: T

Summary: The ambiguously-named Project Club of Murakami High has established themselves as not-so-secret superheroes for hire. But while the team navigates the pressure of being out in the open and worries that their stint of big missions was just a fluke, a new threat set out to dismantle everything they’ve worked for brews right underneath their noses. [High School AU]

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Chapter 18: March. Friendly fire p.1

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“I think she’s made it pretty clear that she does prefer to be alone,” said Raven. “If not back when she first walked out on us, then at every single turn when you’ve asked her to hang out and she’s said no.” She punctuated her words by stabbing her fork into her salad.

“Look, I regret showing Terra the score,” said Dick. “I wish I hadn’t. But Raven’s right. She’s made her decision. We can’t force someone to be our friend.”

“I’m not trying to force her to anything,” Gar stated, looking at his friends with a seriousness he didn’t usually adopt. “But did all of us become friends immediately? No,” he answered himself. The others looked to each other, recognizing the truth in that. “So I’m not giving up,” Gar finished, and buckled down on eating his lunch in the last minutes he had left in his lunch hour.

Read: On AO3 On FF.Net

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peppermint-squirrel · 1 month

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Rain

In a rare pocket of peace between battling bad guys, saving Jump City (if not the world), and a noisy tower, Raven and Cyborg find a moment to just be.

Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm.

She hovered, legs crossed, palms planted on her knees, before the sleek glass face of the Tower. Thunder drummed and lightning forked through the belly of the bruised blanket stitched across the sky, turning the glass into liquid moonlight that rippled and danced across her face.

The door to the living room whirred open.

"Rae?"

Cyborg.

"What're you —" A massive yawn interrupted him. She heard his shuffling tread as he entered the living room, felt the last remnants of sleep he hadn't shaken off clinging to him like cobwebs. "What're you doing up so late?"

"Enjoying the weather."

He whistled. "Man," he said, "it's really coming down."

His footsteps stopped, then started again — he was heading into the kitchen.

"I'll be out of your hair in a sec, Raven. I'm just grabbing a snack."

Raven's gaze skated away from the clouds. She spotted his reflection, poised in front of the open refrigerator as he rummaged through it.

"You can stay," she said. Carefully. Cautiously. "If you want to."

She saw him pause, saw his head crane over his shoulder.

She met his gaze in the glass.

It was easy to suppress, to restrain, to stifle (she'd been doing it her whole life) — it was impossible to ignore.

(Oxymorons. Go figure.)

She wanted him to stay.

"Yeah," he said finally, slowly. "Alright." He offered her a crooked grin. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"What're you making?"

"Waffles."

"Figures," Raven said drolly.

"Ah, but not just any waffles," Cyborg continued, his grin stretching. "Toast 'em, slap some pb & j and butter on 'em, and you've got yourself a top-notch waffle sandwich."

"Fascinating."

"And delicious. You in?"

"No. I'm fine."

Cyborg nodded. He turned away, then paused. He turned back. "Tea?"

Raven blinked. "I thought we were out."

He turned away again. His hand floated up to cup the back of his neck. "Yeah. We were. Ran out to the store with BB yesterday to get those vegan jelly bean gummies he likes, picked up some stuff while we were there. Tea included. Got a few boxes, just in case. Variety is the spice of life, and all that. Chamomile, sage, peppermint, ginger — pick your poison."

"Chamomile," she said after a long moment of silence. "But I can make it." She unfolded her legs and stood up. "Thanks. For getting it."

He was already busying himself with his state-of-the-art waffle-maker. "No problem."

A silence unspooled, punctuated by the storm and Cyborg's hums as he worked — but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the exact opposite, and Raven realized it as she sidled into the cramped kitchen space behind the island to prep her tea.

She realized something else as she was flipping open a cabinet and withdrawing a mug.

She paused briefly, blinked, and thought, oh.

It was as simple as that.

There was a reason for the comfort. An explanation for why she wanted him to stay — and why she hoped he wanted to, too.

He understood.

He wielded a double-edged sword of his own.

He cared. He trusted. He believed.

And when they were together, they could just . . . exist. They could just be, and in lives full of danger, death, despair, doom — they could, and did, feel safe.

The particular pocket of peace they were in wouldn't last forever.

But maybe . . .

That was a loaded word, Raven thought, as she made her tea, focusing intently on her task and trying not to crack a small smile when the waffle-maker dinged and Cyborg drew in a deep breath and uttered a soft, jubilant "booyah" — then she thought about him turning away, trying to pat away some invisible itch on the nape of his neck.

And she smiled.

"Cyborg?"

"Yeah, Rae?"

'Maybe' was a loaded word, but it wasn't an impossible one.

She turned away from the counter, cup of tea in hands, curlicues of steam rising from the mug, a filmy curtain through which Raven and Cyborg regarded each other.

Not by a long shot.

"Watch the storm with me?"

Cyborg grinned. "Yeah," he said, plate of waffle sandwich in hand. "Let's do it."

They sat together on the sofa, Raven drinking her tea, Cyborg scarfing down his sandwich.

Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm, and she wasn't alone.

#teen titans #teen titans 2003 #teen titans fanfiction #cyborg #raven #cyrae #here i go again #this is basically “raven appreciates cyborg: the fic”#i wrote this at around 1am and i am hungry and tired so the editing is v minimal #also waffle sandwiches are so good and i love them dearly #espec if instead of pb n j you slap a fried egg in there #ignore me im rambling #i also am rusty #i havent written in a hot minute but im p okay w how this turned out!

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ariadnesparacosm · 1 year

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Demons Within: Chapter 7

One of my favorite snippets:

“I’ll be more careful if you don’t–”

“I don’t mind. Not when we’re like this.”

“Like what?” She asked. It felt important to know just what he meant.

“Like when you’re in my bed.”

#damirae #teen titans #fan fiction #demonbirds #fanfic #fanfiction #teen titans fanfiction #smut #robrae #demons within

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sock-monkey-zd · 2 months

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Hey Y’all! I’m writing a slow burn BBRAE fanfic (and I mean SLOW) if anyone wants to proofread this and give me feedback or ideas please let me know! Thanks (constructive criticism is appreciated!! Please DM me)

EDIT: It’s posted!!!

#raventeentitans #beast boy teen titans #teen titans #cyborg #koriand'r #robin teen titans #starfire #bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #teen titans fanfiction #beast boy x raven #beastboyandraven #garfieldlogan #rachelroth

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sylvieserene · 3 months

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Since A.I. screwed up the illustration I wanted for my "Would you believe me if I still said I love you?" Fanfic on AO3 (since I'm too broke to hire a real artist T-T) by this

[This is supposed to be the Robin from Teen Titans 2003 animated series btw]

I decided to take matters into my own hands and fix it using the power of editing and my editing skills 🙏

So here's the result! ✨

I hope its a lot better!!

#teen titans #robin #dick grayson #batman #bruce wayne #self editing #batfam #bruce and dick #batman and robin #batman and robin casually hanging around in a balcony #teen titans fanfiction #batman fanfiction #fixing ai art

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bbraefairy · 4 months

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BREAK YOURSELF — ((bbrae angst fanfiction))

💜🔮🫧🌫️🪻

❝𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊.❞

raven, after years of suppressing trauma and her true power, reaches her cracking point. raven has an adverse reaction to years of restraining so much internal clutter. the matter itself brings her to the point of life and death, simultaneously.

read more at the link attached.

💜🔮🫧🌫️🪻

#bbrae #teen titans #raven teen titans #beast boy and raven #beast boy #fanfiction #ao3fic #teen titans 2003 #teen titans original series #teen titans fanfiction #robin teen titans #starfire #angst #cyborg

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themoonlitsojourner · 10 months

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“What brings you here, anyway?” He tilts his head. “Who are you?”

“No one,” she says without thinking. Pulse spiking and palms going clammy, a moment later.

His eyebrows shoot up. “‘No one?’ Huh, your parents were certainly creative. I’m Gar.”

Flustered, she shakes her head. “Tara. My name is Tara. It’s just…” She folds her arms. “I’m not exactly supposed to be here.”

“But of course, the price of resources has skyrocketed. Our product, in turn, has been forced to…”

“How is your mother? Ever since I caught word of her illness…”

“I do relish the caviar. I believe our gracious hosts have opted for the Beluga sturgeon variety. It has a certain note of…”

It’s… It’s huge. Huge, and bathed in gold and silver, half-filled with whirling reds, and greens, and blues fanning out in full, elegant skirts. Spotted with crisply tailored tuxedos in shades of black and charcoal and white. Tables laden high and heavy with more kinds of food than she could imagine.

A shoulder hits her back.

Tara stumbles and flushes and catches her balance and turns around, but there’s no one there. Er– there’s lots of people there. People looking her way, wondering about the underdressed, unaccompanied, and awkward girl gaping like a waif off the street–

Tara forces one foot forward. The next. Step by step, and she’s ghosting across the edge of the echoing ballroom. Avoiding the tide. Struggling not to get pulled adrift into the sea of well-dressed, well-mannered bodies. But she can’t keep her eyes from wandering the room.

They’re all so tall, and confident, and dressed in silks and shades she’s never even heard of, talking about things strange enough to be another language, about owning companies, and kingdoms, and ships, and–

Tara freezes. Her heart lodges in her throat.

Gregor stands tall and proud, talking eloquently and energetically with a couple dripping with… diamonds. Those are diamonds. Gregor makes a point, tilting his head and lifting his eyebrows, and the red-handkerchiefed gentleman nods. An impressed smile graces his mustached lips. The lady next to him, color-coordinated with the handkerchief, looks ready to adopt Gregor. And Gregor, he… He isn’t looking this way.

Tara breathes out and shuffles a few steps back. She turns and ducks behind a pillar, careful to keep her movements casual and– and normal. This is normal. These things happen every day, she attends these things every day, she– she knows what she’s doing.

With long strides, she walks away from her brother. Ha, brother? Who? What brother? Don’t mind her, just keep talking, don’t look back…

Tara stops in the corner. A vantage point, where she can see– well, not everything, but most of it. But a lot of it. And…

She sags back against the cool, marble walls.

No sign of Brion. No sign of… of anyone else she knows.

Which is good, right? No one she knows, then no one who knows her. No one who can recognize and tell on her, no one who can get her into… trouble.

Seas, and seas drift by. Dress, after suit, after dress. Talking. Laughing. Back and forth, and all around, and no one– No one looks her way.

Why was she worried?

Tara curls her hand around the bruises on her wrist, squeezing her eyes shut as the pressure wells in her head. T–this was dumb. She’s risking Elodie’s wrath for this? Why did she even–

Rippling, care-free laughter rides the air. Above the clamor, above the static of nonsense. It rolls over her ears like a message, light and musical like a– like a river stream or something. Nothing like the false brass of forced belly laughs, or the broken glass chitter of a mouth-covered giggle…

It rings in her head. Bouncing off the walls of her skull long after it’s finished. Tara bites her lip and lifts her head. She pushes off the wall. She lifts onto her toes, peering over a hundred heads of perfectly coiffed hair…

There. A boy halfway across the room, dressed in a sea green tuxedo with his dark hair neatly slicked, his head tipped back.

Face still quirked in laughter to the amusement of the handful of adults stationed around him.

How old is he? About… could he be twelve? He… seems to be having fun. He seems to know how these things work.

He seems to belong here.

The boy opens his eyes. It’s too far to really see, but she thinks they might be green. And he… looks directly at her. And scrunches his nose in another smile.

Tara drops onto her flat feet. She checks over her shoulder.

No one in particular. No one looking his way. No one he could be… smiling at.

She looks back at the boy. He is looking at her, and he tips his head to the crowd around him, whose focuses have all shifted back to each other. And he rolls his eyes.

Tara’s heart thuds in her chest. A slow grin spreads over her face. She lets the tip of her tongue poke out, just for a second.

The boy crosses his eyes.

The sound of her own laugh under her breath startles her. Tara sets her finger on the skin beneath her eye and pulls it down, zombie style, and he…

Oh. He’s turning away. Nudging the shoulder of the man next to him, deep in conversation with a sharp-eyed, clean-shaven monolith. The boy says something. The man dismisses him with a gesture, never tearing his eyes or his attention from the conversation. The boy makes a face.

Tara glances around. She takes a step back, toward the balcony. It’s, um, it’s quieter out there, and less crowded, and there aren’t nearly as many people, or as much chance of getting spotted, and–

Surprise ties her in place as she takes one more glance. One more look over her shoulder that she shouldn’t. And sees the boy slip past the adults. And begin making his way across the floor to her.

Her drum of a heart takes up a pulsing rhythm again at the sight. At his hands in his pockets. At impossibly green, gold-flecked eyes gazing out beneath perfect dark hair, and perfect dark lashes. They are locked on… on her. And they sparkle.

He stops a few feet away. “Hey.” He rocks back on his heels. The smile never left his face. The best Tara’s ever seen, boyish and charming and shy, all wrapped up in a gap-toothed grin. “Where do cows go dancing?”

Something in Tara’s brain stutters. She blinks. “Excuse me?”

A sparkle. And a mischievous glint. “The meatball.”

There is the strangest, longest, briefest second, between his joke and her understanding, before the gold-inlaid floor fills her vision as she doubles over laughing.

When she straightens, it’s a new grin gracing his lips. Delighted. Relaxed.

“You came all the way over here to tell me that?” Tara shakes her head.

He shrugs, shoulders nearly touching his ears. “I–uh… Wanted to hear you laugh up close.”

Warmth floods her face and arms. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she lets out another laugh, this one nervous and not by choice.

She has never heard anyone say anything like that before.

“What brings you here, anyway?” He tilts his head. “Who are you?”

“No one,” she says without thinking. Pulse spiking and palms going clammy, a moment later.

His eyebrows shoot up. “‘No one?’ Huh, your parents were certainly creative. I’m Gar.”

Flustered, she shakes her head. “Tara. My name is Tara. It’s just…” She folds her arms. “I’m not exactly supposed to be here.”

Danger. Slipping from her lips. She checks over her shoulder, no one around, there’s no one around, right…?

Gar’s grin catches and pulls her attention back to him as it turns crooked, tugging on one side of his mouth. Revealing neat, white teeth. “A stowaway!” He holds out his hand, nodding to the doorway behind her shedding moonlight. “Let’s hide on the balcony.”

Tara stares at the offered palm. Her blood clamors in her veins, an uncertain marching band composed entirely of drums and cymbals.

“They’ve asked for my help upstairs. Just stay here.” Elodie had tied and untied the apron around her waist with a faraway look in her eyes. “Don’t go anywhere, and don’t talk to anyone. They’ll all be up there. Dukes, and earls, and countesses… And the last thing we need is you meeting the prime minister.” Her hand on the doorknob. Her mind on the dance floor. “Stay here.”

And she forgot to lock the door.

…But that doesn’t have anything to do with Gar. He won’t know unless she tells him, she won’t tell him, and everything will be fine. And the ‘don’t talk to anyone’… That wouldn’t even mean him, would it? Not Gar, with the beautiful eyes and the gentle smile. Not a boy her own age, just looking for some… Company? Fun? What is he looking for?

…It doesn’t matter. She’s knee deep as soon as they find out, anyway.

So Tara fits her fingers between Gar’s. And together, they escape into the crisp night.

The polite din of a party nearly two hundred strong fades into static. Tara hears her own breath, slow and shallow.

“Do you like constellations?”

She tears her gaze away from her hand, wrapped up in the secure, warm brown of his. He sees her looking and quickly lets go. Immediately, the North wind turns her hand cold.

Tara rubs it with her other hand and swallows. What was his question? “I– yeah. I love them.”

Gar looks at her like it’s a secret. Like the commonality is a shared shred of soul. “Me too. Show me your favorite.”

She folds her arms across the top of the banister, searching the skies for what she knows isn’t there any more. “Hydra. The sea serpent. But you can’t see it after May.”

“Funny.” Gar huffs a laugh. “We get that one in the southern hemisphere too.”

From the corner of her eye, Tara steals a glance. “The southern hemisphere?”

“I live in Africa. My parents are scientists.”

Her heart twinges painfully. “They’re here for the charity ball.”

He nods. “Why the sea serpent?”

Tara swallows. “I don’t know. I guess… Well, it’s the largest constellation in the sky.”

“Cool,” Gar says softly. Not good enough. He already knows that.

“It takes hours to rise at night,” Tara blurts out. “And…” She hesitates. His question ringing in her head. Why, why… “I like… how it does its own thing,” she finishes lamely.

“I like the Jewel Box cluster.” Gar hops up onto the railing. Like, actually sits on it, dangling his tuxedoed legs off the side and revealing rumpled black dress socks falling down his ankles. “It looks like four stars. Until you get a telescope and find out it’s hundreds.”

Tara bites into her lip. She steals a glance over her shoulder.

Half open doors, hesitantly admitting the night. It’s immediately drowned out by dozens of chandeliers and a ten piece instrumental band. There is no sign of her brothers.

Tara breathes out. And she turns back toward the stars, taking Gar’s hand and swinging herself up onto the bannister next to him. She pushes her hair out of her face. She asks, a little breathless, “What else do you like, Gar from Africa?”

His eyes shine stranger and deeper than the gaps in the galaxy. “Dude, so many things.”

“Tell me.”

Hours fall by, sand in an hourglass. The magnetism of his smile, his laugh, his casual attention draws her ever nearer. A black hole of infatuation. A night sky of potential.

It is worth every silent, locked-in hour that follows.

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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.

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comicgeek16 · 9 months

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Chapter 2 for The Hive has dropped! Prepare yourselves for some fluff, a hint of drama, and some returning characters!

Hope you all enjoy! Please leave a review or follow this story if you can!

I'd really really appreciate it, you have no idea.

Catch ya soon 😊.

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dionysia-does-stories · 6 months

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Shah Mat

Cringetober 2023, Day 24: Chess as a metaphor

On AO3

Rating M - 877 words - Teen Titans - Dick Grayson/Starfire

Summary: Dick knows that Star is going to have to leave for Tameran soon and wants to have the perfect date night, but she picks a very Dick activity of staying in and playing strip poker.

Story:

This wasn’t what Dick intended when he pitched Starfire picking a date night. He told her to choose anything in the world that she wanted to do just the two of them. Fly to Paris for a romantic dinner. Go out dancing somewhere warm and tropical. Go to an island in the middle of the ocean and get to really look at the stars. He’d meant anything.

Starfire had been very firm that she wanted to have a night in at their apartment order pizza and play chess. Dick loved chess and he never lost to anyone anymore. Not even Batman these days. He’d taught Star how to play but she never particularly liked it.

The last week since she chose their date night she’d been obsessed with the game. Star spent hours googling chess strategies. Which is how she learned about strip chess and had amended her idea for a date night (not that Dick was arguing with the change.)

No this wasn’t what he’d intended but there was a hot shirtless Star playing chess with him. So, that was a plus. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d picked this set of activities thinking it would be his ideal date night (if so, she was right).

He had wanted to do something special, something memorable. For Her. The reports from the warfront on Tameran were getting worse everyday. Star was acting like it wasn’t destroying her. But it was a bluff.

Star moved her knight over her pawns and across the board. That was a bluff too. She was always trying to use the knights as a distraction. It was a very Starfire way of thinking. If you were a strong warrior then it was your responsibility to face danger head on.

Dick knew she was going to leave Earth. She had to. She knew her people needed her. She knew her people didn’t enjoy the same comfortable lifestyle that she did. It was the only thing about Earth that wasn’t ‘glorious’. If she could just feel at peace that Tameran was safe and building its way to better future then she wouldn’t feel so obligated. But they needed her. They were under attack and she wasn’t there.

Dick ignored her attempted knight distraction, taking a vulnerable pawn instead. She took off a boot. (One more boot before she removed the pants.)

He’d thought about offering to go with her. Somewhere in his jealous heart he hoped that she could live without Earth. He hoped that what was making the decision so miserable was the thought of leaving him.

He didn’t stand a chance in that kind of war though. Maybe he could help with strategy and planning if he knew more about the planets involved in the conflict. He was fooling himself. All he would be to Starfire in a Tamaranian war is a vulnerability.

Batman always said that loved ones were a vulnerability to superheroes. He’d picked loneliness over weakness. Dick found a way around that logic. He fell in love with a woman so strong that he became her weakness. He could say with absolute confidence that Batman had no idea how much worse it was to be the one that couldn’t help when help was needed.

Starfire moved her bishop across the board. Dick found himself raising an eyebrow it was a really good move. All Star’s research was paying dividends. She have been beating him. She might have been beating the pants off him (She’d taken enough pieces that he was down to his underwear.)

Dick refocused his efforts. He was thinking of fewer and fewer good moves per turn. He’d been forced to bring his queen out earlier then he wanted to and was now concerned that he was going to lose her. Star’s own queen was on the attack, boxing his pieces in and hunting them down.

He took her rook. She unhooked her bra, flinging it across the room.

He appreciated the gesture for a second before he pointed out, “you still have socks on.”

“I know.” Star’s face was everything. Sad. Loving. Excited. Disappointed. “But I didn’t think it would be fun to get the end of the game without taking it off.” She moved her knight. “Check mate.”

She had him. In chess, in life. He was hers completely.

He finally said the words he should’ve said months ago, “If you need to go to Tameran then you should go.”

“I wish it was different,” she told him.

He picked up his king. “Did I ever tell you what checkmate means?”

“It’s the name for the move.” She quirked her head to the side.

She was so cute. (And so naked, Dick’s libido helpfully reminded when her head movement made her breasts sway.)

“It’s an anglicized version of the Persian phrase ‘Shah Mat’.”

“The king is surprised?”

Sometimes he forgot that she knew every language he knew. God, he wanted to kiss her.

“Surprised but in the sense of frozen, unprepared for attack. The king is helpless.”

Star left her chair to sit on his lap. The curves of her body were tight against (he really was helpless.) She kissed him, pouring all her love into it. “I’ll come back when the war is won.”

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urcatslitterbox · 1 year

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Guys I have an idea for a fic with the theme being the game ‘never have I ever’ but idk who to write it for so lmk!!!

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the-lighthouse-lit · 8 months

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Hey remember that crossover between Miraculous and Teen Titans?

Well here’s a sort if follow up to that; Hawkmoth decides to switch up his strategy somewhat. He’s made the realization that utilizing average citizens of Paris as potential targets for his akumas only limit the chances the akumatized individual has before the need to replenish his powers for the day. If he are going to bring a person to seize the miraculouses, he might need someone who has the combat experience, knowledge and will power that can actually be a legit challenge to teenage superheroes without eh need of an akuma.

He one day looks though archival footage of one particular person who has fought against the American based team known as the Titans to a stand still numerous times and not only survive but even eludes capture from them to the present day.

With one quick phone call across the dark web, Hawkmoth is able to meet with this one super criminal who also acts as a mercenary and has a simple offer; being him both Ladybug and Cat Noir directly to him alive and their miraculouses intact and he’ll be handsomely rewarded

This individual, a Mr. Slade Wilson, is intrigued…I’ll let you take it from here

(This would probably be better if I’d watched the movie where the rest of the world’s superheroes come in, but whatever! Here I go!)

OKAY so initially I was picturing cartoon Slade (competing with Hawkmoth in classic-villain serious-business hamminess) but then I thought, 80’s/90’s comics Deathstroke… with all his brutal pragmatism and the snark for days… how glorious would it be, thrown into the Miraculous world, experiencing the over the top campiness and having a lot to say about the genre conventions?

Like picture this guy

If he has a lot to say about Gotham’s colorful villains and the boy-scouty Titans, picture him meeting the ML squad

And maybe you were thinking ‘Hawkmoth hires Slade for money’ but my immediate thought was ‘two big villains trade arch-enemies to take them all by surprise’ (Maybe Slade’s end of the deal was ‘take care of the Titans for me’)

Now for the first showdown!

So Ladybug and Chat Noir are targeted by an actual mercenary and they have no idea. They’d break his sword, guns, and whatever else he brought (which Slade is naturally delighted about) trying to find the akuma and keep coming up empty handed.

I fully see that Ladybug is out swinging a yo-yo and Slade's trying to shoot her.

It’s a tossup whose scheme would succeed when Slade ‘90% brain function usage’ Wilson meets Lady-‘crazy contrived Lucky Charm solutions that somehow work’-bug. Maybe Ladybug and Chat Noir win the first round from having the element of surprise.

Slade would get away un-deakumatized and Ladybug and Chat Noir would have to face the possibility there's a new supervillain in town.

I see Slade leaving the battle being glad he managed to destroy Chat Noir’s staff and being surprised and mildly impressed these kids don’t care the three of them managed to destroy the Eiffel Tower (of course) and two other national monuments in the fight… only to see LB regenerate everything via a cloud of pink confetti and go “…Really?”

Meanwhile, let’s say in San Francisco, Hawkmoth holds up his end of the deal and the Titans have to fight an onslaught of new transplanted supervillains (which are incredibly colorful and kind of cheesy-looking. This one guy's motif seems to be pigeons, that lady fights from atop an entire musical pirate ship, and that other guy’s just a giant snowman made of ice cream?), and fight them in measure of the power they seem to have, only for them to revert to civilians afterwards, and maybe the Titans are met with public scrutiny when the media makes it seem like they used undue power in regular people, and disoriented French tourists to boot?

Tossing this back to you*, how do both superhero parties find out what happened?

(*Also opening this up if anyone wants to join in!)

#Thank youu for the ask and Sorry for the incredibly belated response! No excuses I just suck :)#would you believe I’m steadily working for my actual TT fanfic based on MLB-world premises as hard as I can?#I hope to push it into the light of day aaaany day now #teen titans #teen titans fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #ask #paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 #teen titans miraculous ladybug crossover #teen titans miraculous ladybug AU

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